For guys who like to get tied up, New York City has a lot to offer. There’s the New York Bondage Club, the annual Folsom Street East block party, The Eagle (and GREGORY!), Gay Pride — not to mention my cage. Today we return to the ‘Metalbond A to Z’ series with a tribute to New York City.
That’s New York Fuckin’ City to you.
By a guy who is tied up in the toilet
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By Steellock
Matt awoke and knew it was late, he had told himself to sleep in on that particular Saturday morning. He knew that there would not be much sleep that night!
Jim had told him the previous weekend that there was to be an open house at the store. Jess had been particularly exited. “Fucking epic,” was his was of putting it. The store opened late into the night to the leather community. Guys would come and have fun, trying the equipment, being given demos if they were up to it! That is what Jess loved so much, a queue of guys wanting to try the stuff!
Also there would be another challenge in the cellar to all comers. Matt new that he was not ready yet, only a few months had passed and he was well short of taking that amount of punishment.
He stretched under the covers, feeling his body as it woke up. The bruises from last week had now just about gone. It had been a punishing couple of days; he had gone further into the whip than ever before and was now up to 30 strokes at a time. With Jim coming back down the stairs several times to start the session again. He was becoming totally reliant on Jess afterwards to let him down, both physically and mentally as he rubbed life and blood back into Matt’s punished shoulders, butt and chest. Jim seemed to have a particular liking for Matt’s abs. Jess too for that matter. Matt really wished Jim wouldn’t. They seemed to take a disproportional amount of the session. On the other hand, if that kept Jim happy then what the hell.
By Steellock
Matt awoke to near darkness again. He could hear his own breathing but muted, it was getting faster but memory came back and he calmed down. It must be late Sunday afternoon.
Sitting up he ran his hands over his chest and body, feeling the stiffness and sore marks from the whipping this morning. Strangely though after the massage he felt loose and his skin glowed. Then he felt over the thick leather ‘Sci fi’ hood on his head. It was becoming normal; funny how you can adapt to things. His feelings of being enclosed and trapped by it were going and he now felt it to be warm and reassuring with it’s tight grip. His fingers touched the padlock at the neck and he felt his cock twitch; it was really quite horny being locked in. He could see in the dim light as it filtered through the pinprick holes over each eye. That he was also getting used to and barely noticed it this morning.
The door opened and Jess came in grinning. ‘You awake boy?’ he asked and Matt slid off the bench and slowly stretched. Jess just stood enjoying the view! Then he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Matt and hugged him.
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By Mister-X/Spartan
Finally one of the guys came up to me and took out my gag. Before I could say anything he said, “Where have you taken our cattle?”
I replied, “If you trace whose car that is you can find out who’s doing this. It’s not me.”
That stopped them. Finally one of them said, “Clem, you stay here with this guy and we’ll go find out whose car this is. In a place this small someone must know.”
So I was kept there, sitting on my horse with that noose pulled tightly around my neck. Clem was the guy who first had made the remark about hanging me. After the others had left, I looked at Clem and saw him get a gleam in his eye. He first gagged me better. Then he went over to the other end of the rope, undid it from the trunk, and pulled it tighter. I was barely able to sit in the saddle it was pulled so tight. I was making noise into my gag.
He then came back over to his horse, got back on, and reached down to start stroking my cock. I hadn’t realized in all this that it had gotten hard and erect. While he was doing this, Clem looked me in the eye and drawled, “It’s going to be a little while before the others get back, so we may as well have ourselves a little fun. I just hope nothing spooks that horse of yours. That would be mighty unfortunate.” He started chuckling at that thought. I was sweating bullets at that thought.
