Story:Cicero, chapter 4

Cicero

Chapter 4 – On Duty

Contains: Rubber, scifi, bondage, mind control, nonconsensual,

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The red panda exploded out of the door into the alley, the steel portal slamming with a resounding thud and swinging back to closed as Cicero burst through behind him, in full charge. Apparently, no one told Tozier that trying to run from a charging rhinoceros was a bad idea. Luckily for Tozier, Cicero's mother had taught Cicero to turn his head to the side when chasing someone down. No kid wants to get gored while playing tag.

Cicero was right on the panda's tail coming out the door. In Tozier's moment of indecision of which direction to run, he was caught. The full weight of the charging rhino slammed into him, throwing them both into brick wall opposite the door and then rebounding onto the ground. The force of the impact winded them both.

Irritated and angry, Cicero quickly gathered his wits, grabbed his cuffs and handcuffed the prone panda behind his back. Cicero stood, one booted hoof planted on the small of Tozier's back while he pulled up on the cuffs, awkwardly and almost painfully stretching the Panda's arms back behind him.

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 5

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 5

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 watched the lad through the monitors. He was definitely as promising as my Associate at the Abyss Bar has told me. One day, I hope to find out where his insight into the minds of these boys comes from. The deliveryman was equally interesting. I may ask my Associate if he could arrange that as well some time.

‘My Associate’, that’s how I thought of him. I’d heard him give a half-dozen different names over the past several years when we’d come in contact with each other. Each of them was a legitimate legal entity. Over the years, I’d run investigations into one identity or the other. My inquiries never turned up anything out of the ordinary. In one case, my investigator disappeared. I got the message, “Okay, mate. You’ve had your fun, now stop digging.” None of them, I was certain, was the real man. Who was I, though, to question the man’s preference for privacy? He has never questioned my desire for silence in my home. So I let it drop.

Silence is golden, and my home is quiet. The door hinges are oiled, the floors carpeted. There is not but one squeaking floor board in the place… in the palace. In a city of millions of people, I certainly own a mansion: The top three floors in one of the older building in the city. I’ve earned it. Over the years, I’ve made fortunes and lost them, only to make a larger fortune the next time. Coming close to a half-century in age, though, I decided it was time to stop amassing fortunes and enjoy this one.