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Author's Note: There aren’t enough male on male stories. I know they are not popular but submitting to a man interests me so I have used some real experiences and some imagined in this story. If you are offended by anal sex then I am sorry. I felt it added something to the events I am about the describe. All comments welcome. Chapter 1 - Online Training I have been interested in bondage games for a long time. It all started when after a long marriage my ex-wife and I were looking for ways to spice up our love life. It was then that I realised that I enjoyed being tied up and controlled. When the divorce happened I was free to start my voyage of discovery. My first attempts were tentative but I did not get any enjoyment from self-bondage. What I wanted was to let myself go totally and let someone control me. ...

Author's Note: Follow-up to ‘The Switch’ Part 1 Hi, my name is Alan. I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid, but I’m not one of those super-confident types who suggests bondage to a girl and she immediately rolls over and begs to be tied up, nor am I one of those creeps who grab a girl and tie her up against her will – I’m just your average Joe who fantasises about finding a girl who wants to be tied up, and that’s about it. I actually struck lucky when a girl, Jenny, agreed to let me tie her up if she could tie me up and, after some early adventures (see “The Switch” for details), we ended up living together. ...

Author's Note: A long and sordid tale about the consequences of trying to steal from others. A young man, hard on his luck, turns to burglary to pay the bills. The house a the end of the street looked just like any other, but our main character will soon learn that it holds one very dark and sinister secret. Chapter 1: The Break-In The cab slowed to a halt and the headlights illuminated the patch of woods forming a gateway over the small path before it. The wipers cleared the windshield of the condensation that had formed from the light evening mist. ...

Author's Note: [kind of a cliche author’s note to add, but this is my first time publishing a story! I rarely write… so be easy on me…] [also if a certain individual is reading this (you know who you are) then I hope you’re not too shocked…] [updates are definitely planned] [and none of this is canon in the overall scope of this universe] Part 1 the soldiers that are holding your arms finally release you, into a small, dimly-lit room. The freedom was temporary though, as the stockier of the two soldiers catches your upper arm. you struggle in his grip, and he growls ...

Author's Note: First try - enjoy… Angela grinned - an evil grin, to be precise. She had made up some plans for today and in the end she thought that she would be completely satisfied - to all extents. She entered the bedroom and looked at her husband lying on the bed - however, “lying” was not quite the correct word for the state he was in. His ankles and cuffs were equipped with solid leather cuffs, each one securely and tightly fastened around the ankles and wrists and secured with a padlock. From each cuff, a white rope led to one of the four poles of their solid metal bed. Secured with some really tight knots, the ropes held him in a very nice and uncomfortable spread eagle position. ...

Chapter I: Assume the Position I know most reading this story must enjoy either giving or receiving it, but getting spanked, if you think about, it is truly a ridiculous proposition. Voluntarily putting yourself into a compromising position and getting your backside violently beaten with a hand, or, as is the case too often with me, a heavy wooden paddle, is just absurd. But there I was, again, like a child before corporal punishment was outlawed, getting a spanking that I would remember for a long time. ...

Author's Note: Just some musings from a oversexed mind Last night I finally lived a long time dream of mine. My wife Melody of three years came home from work around 7pm and told me to follow her upstairs. Once we arrived in the bedroom, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide for me. She was dressed in a long white light cotton dress with a floral print and a belt cinched at the waist. The dress fell long enough to conceal most of her knee high black shiny leather boots. As I looked down at her beautiful shaven pussy, I saw first that she had not worn any panties, and second that she had been fucked recently. ...

Author's Note: This is the result of my first attempt at writing something like this, and was mostly written on a tablet, so there might be the odd mistake here and there, for which I am sorry. It is not based on a true story, but on a true fantasy. I hope you enjoy it. I had been waiting for this for a long time. “Are you sure about this?” ...

Part 1 My Master has never beaten me, his methods are more torture and endurance than anything. He is training me for a special task, how to be a whore. I am a man of medium build in my forties and I crave my Master’s approval. I mentioned that he has never beaten me, in fact, he has never laid a hand on me. My Master instructs me how to bind myself step by step. I have no timed release system, I simply hang on until my Master instructs me to release myself. ...

Author's Note: fiction It was a Wednesday morning. My Wife went to work like always. I decided to do a little self bondage on my day off of work. I took my shower and shaved all the important parts. My wife called from work, so i knew I was safe. I applied the cheap wig I bought and attempted to do makeup. I did not succeed. I wen t to my shop to get all the things I have hidden away for years. Once inside the shop I took the ropes, the gags and the cuffs I was going to use and sett them aside. I picked the clothes out and started to disrobe. ...