Story:Cicero, chapter 2

Cicero

Chapter 2 – The unexpected mating

Contains: Rubber, scifi, bondage, mind control, nonconsensual, Furry/Anthropomorphics

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Cicero stood in the doorway to his balcony after his shower, taking in the night air and staring up into the sky. It was late spring and coming up on his birthday in a few days. In preparation, he’d scheduled some time off from work for this long weekend. Thinking to himself, Cicero pondered his birthday plans, “Maybe I’ll do a road trip out into…”

Cicero’s thoughts were cut short by a strange sound from above. He looked up at the clear night and saw only stars. He got a nice view of several constellations, even the faint ones like . . . “It was there just a moment ago.” A star just above the horizon was blotted out, as if something a blind were pulled over it. He heard the strange sound grow stronger, like a whistling sound. “Maybe some kids are setting off fireworks.”

He started to turn to go dig out his telescope and get a better look at the sky, one of his few relaxing and tame hobbies when a glimmer caught his eye. Something shiny in the sky in the direction of the star, reflecting. He was looking back over his shoulder when it happened all in an instant.

*SLAM*

Something small and wet hit him hard in the middle of his back as he was walking away from the balcony. Cicero’s first thought was “My god, I’ve been shot!” The force of the impact felt like the time he’d taken a bullet in the back, protected by his bulletproof vest.

The Truth: Feb 2011 Edition: Are you ready for some football?

Okay, so obviously I'm more than a bit late with this one. I had been asked by fauxpawroo :

Request: Football gear bondage photos? I dunno if you have football gear but if you do I would love these forever because you are gorgeous and that would be an amazing combo :OOOO

also I have no idea what to ask lol

She asked this, of course, before I put back on 20 pounds. But that's the way the cookie crumbles. That and finding a photographer/top combination for this isn't that easy.

In the mean time, I've posted these pics and more up on my flickr page, under a set specifically for Football Gear. As I mention in the pics... I love football uniforms... not a big fan of the armor:





Again, many more ppics from this set are available at Football Gear

This photo set was also an effort in me trying to learn how to properly use my stroblight system for photography.

Blogs: Kinked bloggings of Bo

So I met this hot young boy, Bo, at a weekend getaway that my partner and I went to last summer in Eerie, PA right after the job interview in Chicago that eventually allowed me to move there.  Bo was among the guys from Chicago to the east coast there for this weekend get-away, and he did wonders for my self image... because he and I hit it off and played some.

It was after that weekend that I learned of the Kinked bloggings of Bo, his little corner of the internet.  In fact, he blogged about our interactions at the weekend in an entry he called "Cry", because he gave me the honor of being the first to bring him to tears in a pain scene.

Bo, bringing kink to the streets of Philadelphia,

Kinked bloggings of Bo

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 3

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 3

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi

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What follows is a piece of fiction. Any similarity to living persons is coincidental. The author does not condone the activities described herein, though he has been known to enjoy similar activities himself.

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. . . I woke later, the pain was gone. I was alone in a room, with concrete walls and a steel door. My hands were in small metal balls, barely large enough to fit my closed fists. I could feel my hands curled around some kind of bar going through the middle of the ball and could see five small flanged metal pegs at regular intervals around the surface of each.

I looked down and found myself sitting in piss, presumably my own. That wasn't what startled me as much as the steel contraption around my crotch. I hadn't had a chance to look earlier, but I think it had been on me before my escape attempt. This shiny metal device looked like a bulky speedo, effectively covering my cock, balls, and most of my ass.

Story:Do You Know Me?

Do You Know Me?

                                        

Bondage, nonconsensual, abduction, anal

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Around mid afternoon, my calf started to cramp up.  Time to pull over.  Up ahead a few more miles, I turned the car off into a scenic overlook.  Sunny and warm, just shy of hot.  Picked up a soda from the vending machine before I strolled off along a path.

A few families and other travelers had the same idea as me, but not many.  The scenic overlook really was impressive.  I leaned up against a tree several yard back from the cliff edge and closed my eyes.

"Hold on tight, son!" I cracked my lids just a bit and saw an adorable sight.  A young blond boy no older than 7 or 8 clinging to his father's neck with his legs, sitting on the dad's shoulders.  Dad himself was hot.  A young dad at that, late 20's, blond hair with a hint of red.  I closed my eyes and smiled as the pair walked close to the cliff's edge, but stopping a safe distance away.

Blogs: happyfrosh's happy place

Back in march, I came across a fresh blogger, happyfrosh.  I'd seen his Recon profile before and had drooled, but this was a new view of him.  I started out just thinking he was a hot looking man, but his blog shows him to be insightful, introspective, and complex.  In my mind, that just adds to the hotness.

What I really like about his blog is that he's sharing his learning about bondage skill.  He describes a variety of techniques and materials that he's used in bondage and include pictures of his work doing it.

Definitely a blog worth checking out:

happyfrosh's happy place 

Story:Cicero, chapter 1

Cicero

Chapter 1 – Need a bit of cleaning

Contains: Furry/Anthropomorphics

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The door slammed behind him as he made his way to the bathroom. It had been another long thankless day at work, surrounded by people who resented his presence. It didn’t matter that he could bench-press any two other officers; he was still treated like an outsider. Truth to be told, he knew it was partly because he could do just that that he was ostracized. Standing over the toilet, he unzipped and let lose a long pungent stream.

“Gah,” he said to himself, “I need to drink more water . . . and eat less asparagus.”

His dick was still flopping out of his fly as he walked across the living room to the balcony door and slid it wide open. Looking out over the busy street stories below, he inhaled the cool midnight spring air, he stretched his arms overhead, stretching sore muscles and caught a brief whiff of something that wasn’t quite so spring fresh.