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Things Change

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By ty dehner

I found the dirt parking area off the wooded road and pulled off as I was instructed to. I sat for a few minutes to catch my breath and think about what I was about to do this afternoon. Alex and I had talked over time either via the internet or on the phone. We were both interested in gear and all the fun stuff one does in it. We also both got into very intense scenes that few would actually do. After viewing his Tumblr page I was surprised how far he wanted to go. I asked him about it, and he became very open and pushed for me to be where I am, parked on the side of a lonely road out in the woods. He also has me in my football uniform that I got from the local NFL team.

As I start to think what might happen, my cock stirs in the cup that is under the UA shorts and pads of my blue football pants. The socks and cleats match it all with my jersey tucked in. I am in a long-sleeved black UA shirt that is under my jersey and the full heavy lineman gloves. Alex is really into football gear, and he wanted me to start off in the right mindset. The only things missing are the full shoulder pads and helmet. But he knew that would be difficult to drive in.

Opening the door, my cleats step into the muddy ground as it rained earlier. He had instructed me to put my wallet and keys in a plastic bag and duct tape it to the back wheel well. It was a crazy move as I ripped a piece of tape and covered the plastic bag. As I reached into the back wheel well I heard a motorcycle. Looking up, I saw the hottest dude in full leathers and helmet ride by. I hope he hadn’t seen what I was doing. If he did he didn’t stop. He continued down the road.

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His naked body is strip searched by uniformed guards

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At StripSearchHell, it’s comical that he still thinks that obeying the rules is beneath him. He’s been in clink for 2 weeks, and this muscular hairy fuck hasn’t realised that it doesn’t matter what he thinks. It doesn’t matter that he was once the big man. In here, he is a little bitch that got caught and now his body is the plaything of the guards. I bet he thinks they are too stupid to even look at him naked, much less touch his ass. Maybe he’s right, but that’s the rub when you’re thrown in jail, big man!

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My True Love Gave to Me

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By Steellock

“Your true love gave to you: A dragon tail over both cheeks! Happy Christmas Boi! Are you ready for a celebration?” He asked. The impact is like a thick cane with a fiery sting that wraps itself around the side of your butt and makes you shout. It fucking hurts and is normally held for the end of the sessions! Or when i’ve been a bad boi….

“On the second day of Christmas” and i saw stars as He landed our widest and thickest rubber paddle on first my right then my left butt, swinging it hard and hitting right where the dragon tail had just fallen. My heart sank – Oh shit what was in His seriously inventive mind? “And a dragon tail over both cheeks,” He chanted and the action followed the words.

Not that there was much i could, or i suppose really wanted to, do about it… My wrists were locked in thick padded leather restraints that were locked to the arms of the St Andrews Cross. A second set were locked round the legs of my 20-hole boots and locked to the spread legs of the cross. A thick wide leather belt went round my tight waist, holding me firmly to the structure but also a safety measure for wayward strokes. Now in two years together he had NEVER missed with a stroke!

His present to me was a new “Bishop” head harness, complete with a long tongue gag; a flat rubber plate that was now sitting over my tongue and very effectively restricting the volume of my first howl of the night.

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The Hooded Head

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By Mister-X/Spartan

The room was dark. There was a little light that shone under the door from the hallway, which provided a small amount of light to the room. There was no movement from inside the room. This was changed by the lid of a horizontal box slowly starting to lift. When the lid was up a couple of inches, a pair of eyes shown from inside the box. In the dark they were barely discernible. The lid stayed at the level it was at for a minute, then slowly began to rise again. Soon it was high enough to reveal a hooded head propping it up. The hood had eye and nose holes, but no mouth hole. It was made of rubber.

Suddenly a voice came through the wall and door from the other side. “Evan, this sauna is so-o-o-o nice. Too bad you lost, man. You don’t know what you’re missing. I’m sure you’re very uncomfortable in there, but hey, you lost, man. I’m going to enjoy it this weekend while you suffer. Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

The pair of eyes closed tightly on hearing that statement but were soon open again, this time blazing. The pair had shared the cost of the sauna, and were supposed to share the use of it. But Evan’s roommate had decided to change that. Suddenly the eyes got some sparkle in them. They focused on a ring of keys that were barely visible on the floor of the room. The head started pushing up the lid more, inch by inch. Finally, when it was perpendicular, the head hesitated. Only when there was a loud sound of a radio being switched on did the head push the lid a little further to cause it to lean back against the wall. The sound of the lid hitting the wall was muffled by the sound from the next room.

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Holiday greetings from inside the cage

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Hey fellow prisoners,

I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season.

Thanks to all who have supported the Metalbond site by sending in stories, pictures and positive feedback. Also thanks to my fellow bloggers who kindly link back to me!

And for those who have pitched in to the upkeep of this site by making a direct minimum-security, super-max or life-without-parole payment using the Contribute to Metalbond PayPal button in the sidebar to the right — thanks VERY MUCH for the support! Everything posted on this site is free, but it is not cheap to host and it is certainly time consuming to collate. So thanks for the help.

Many of you are traveling at this time to be with friends and family, and I wish you happy travels and a safe return. Others might simply be enjoying some much-needed “me time” (or getting lots of overtime) — and I hope you too are enjoying the spirit of the season.

If you are lucky, you might have some extra time to surf the net for gay bondage stories, pictures and videos — in which case I hope you visit the Metalbond Prison Library, or you can click through to one of the many pay sites that advertise on Metalbond and treat yourself to a porn site subscription or three.

Keep in mind that patronizing a site like Serious Male Bondage, Dream Boy Bondage or Kink.com is yet another great way to help support the Metalbond site. Especially if you got a new laptop under the tree this year, you will definitely want to load up on some gay bondage videos, right?

Speaking of the Prison Library, there will be LOTS more stories coming in the new year. So keep checking back often. I’m also kicking around some ideas behind the scenes on some enhancements that might make your enjoyment of the gay bondage fiction section even better. Provided you are not locked in chastity of course.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!

— Metal (December 23, 2016)

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Brothers

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By Bikermike

It was my own fault; I should never have contacted them on Recon in the first place.

My life is now one of abject slavery, a pain-slave to three lads, the oldest of which is twelve years my junior.

I have to report to them every weekend and undergo degradation, torture and humiliation for the full forty-eight hours. I am forced to do this through blackmail. However, there is always a frisson of enjoyment on my part: I’ve always fantasised about being a slave, especially to younger men.

Each Friday I turn up at their house and once let in I have to strip naked. The oldest gives me my ‘uniform,’ which consists of a tight butt-plug, which he inserts brutally; a steel collar, a ball and chain attached to my right ankle and a heavy steel ball-stretcher or a scrotum shackle.

I am then forced to fellate each of them in turn: failure to please results in a flogging across my arse or back, the number of lashes depending upon the whim of the flogger.

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