Monthly Archives: March 2016

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What’s Going On?

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By Mister-X/Spartan

I woke up in a small cage. I started looking around, and found that there was nothing else in the room. There was just me locked into this small cage. It was a small room, but bigger than the cage. I had no idea how I came to be here. I was naked, but wasn’t cold.

I started thinking back to what my last memory was. I was riding my bicycle to the store. I was going to get some groceries for this evening’s dinner. I don’t remember reaching the store. There was something different along the way. What was it? I can’t remember.

I try to think back to each street on the way from my home to the store. My head hurts when I try to think, but I force myself. I remember passing the first block. Then the second. There was nothing unusual in the third block. Did I get to Standard Street? No. So there had to be something in that fourth block. What was it?

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A Harness Built for Two – Part 10

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By BigMouthfla

We were really loving the new harness. It was so much more comfortable than the previous one, even though it was tighter. The blindfold that was part of it helped me sleep in better on the weekends. During the week it wasn’t a big deal as I was up early anyway, but the weekends became better to sleep in.

We’d still have fun with the padlock and time-controlled safe deposit box. Again it was in all fun. Especially as this new harness was so much tighter fitting, it was always fun to lock it on and toss the key into the lock box and set it to unlock the next morning. We’d always set it for 5 or 6 a.m. anyway, so by the time we woke up it was always unlocked regardless. Just an element of fun is all, and it was only fun at night, as it would be opened by morning.

One Saturday night, as we were going to bed, I set the lock box to open up the next morning as either one of would do when we wanted to have that fun. I set it for 5 a.m. as usual and tossed the key to the lock in it. As we were getting settled in to the harness I told him to grab the lock. Thinking nothing of it, he said, “Sure.” After we were all cozied up secured together he attached the lock and shut it closed. We, of course, had a great bonding experience with him sharing his wonderful juices with me. Ah I love it. And to think that I get this every single night! How lucky am I! We drifted off to sleep.

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Discipline from the coach

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Bound jock Tyler Rush has let down the team, and coach Dallas Steele is not happy. The coach disciplines Tyler by yanking down the young jock’s shorts, tying up his cock and balls and leading him around the locker room on all 4’s like a dog on a leash.

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Then coach tries to teach Tyler some focus by pulling out his hard cock and making the jock suck it deep. Coach humiliates, spanks, and force-feeds the jock his cock until Tyler learns his lesson, and good.

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Models in this shoot: Tyler Rush, Dallas Steele

More scenes from this shoot available here.

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Lent Out – Part 4

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By JR

Saturday Night

Keith and I went back into the house to get cleaned up. It was late afternoon and I was exhausted, not having been able to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time in various states of confinement. Keith received a text message from Tyler instructing us both to get some rest before a long evening ahead. He fitted me in a “light” bondage position for a nap, consisting of the blindfold attached once again to my hood, a pair of rubber shorts, and a leather straight jacket. Keith connected a chain from my collar to the bedpost, and laid down with me for a few hours of deep sleep.

I slept well, enjoying the warm cocoon of the leather, barely aware of my erection growing against the tight rubber shorts. Despite the hood and straight jacket, it felt liberating to lay there with no gag, no plug in my ass, and no cage around my dick. As I dozed off, I laughed to myself thinking of what a bondage pig I had become, that this is how freedom now felt, and complete freedom was a distant and not missed memory. I missed David, as it was usually him lying next to me making me feel protected even when I ached and had little freedom of movement. And it was usually David that made me ache. I hoped my hosts were keeping him updated, so he could enjoy my predicaments from afar.

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A Harness Built for Two – Part 09

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By BigMouthfla

So back to our daily life. We were nicely adjusted in our living environment. I was living in a tightly fitting metal chastity belt 24/7. It comes off once every other week for a good cleaning. During the hotter months it’s once a week, but I’m restrained and blindfolded for the brief moment it’s off. Not like I need to be — he likes me wearing it and I for the most part enjoy it as well so there is no objection from me. The restraints just add a bit of fun to it all, and I don’t mind that either. I actually kind like it and prefer it. It’s nice to feel it being installed on me without me doing anything.

Every night when we go to bed, the harness that connects us together is always on. This is something we both really enjoy. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve fallen asleep without him lodged firmly in my mouth. Gosh, I wouldn’t even know what it’s like at this point.

On the weekends I do like to sleep in and hate being awaken early by the sunlight. We’ve tried to make the room dark, but the light still peeks in. Previously before we started sleeping like this, I’d often wear a blindfold to bed so I’d not have the sun shining in my eyes on the weekend mornings. This wasn’t a kink thing, just a logistical one. Actually it has nothing at all to do with kink. Unfortunately, with the head harness, it’s nearly impossible to fit the blindfold on just right where it’s effective. I’ve tried, but just can’t seem to get it fit right. Wasn’t a big deal, just something I wish would cooperate.

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Update from chastity slave Jockstrap: ‘I’m finding it a lot more difficult and challenging than I expected’

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By my count, the Metalbond site’s virtual chastity slave — Jockstrap — has been belted for 18 days now. He sent the pictures and information below, and he wants to know what I think. I think he should stay locked up. Don’t you guys agree?

See Jockstrap’s update, below:

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Hey Metal,

Here are some more pics. The drill is that I’m usually caned and strapped after the belt has come off for cleaning (I’m not allowed to touch my dick during this) — those white tramlines develop over a few hours and get very red and swollen. The current rule is I’m getting the combined scores of the English, Welsh and Scottish rugby teams in the Six Nations tournament — that’s a lot.

OK, to the belt. To be honest, I’m finding it a lot more difficult and challenging than I expected. The fit is still fine and pretty bearable, though you do have to adjust your movements (especially bending down and getting up) and toilet breaks take time — you cannot skimp on these. I’d definitely underestimated the sheer frustration, though. I leak a lot, and sleeping has been very interrupted, as I get really horny in the night. The tube is big enough for my dick to get semi hard in there, but too solid for even the slightest interaction. It’s a very pure form of torture. Plus the constant creaking and clanking of my rig doesn’t help — the extreme waist compression caused by the double layer of locked belts only adds to the unsatisfied horniness. I have been really angry (mainly with myself for getting into this predicament) and also I’ve experienced what I can only describe as semi panic attacks, where I literally pull at the belt and drive myself into a hyperventilating mess of despair.

It’s a real ordeal, and I’m coping by trying only to think a day at a time so far.

What’s the verdict from your end?

— Jockstrap saddle

 

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