Yuris gets tied up in his white briefs

Hard tattooed man Yuris is in an absolute panic as he’s tied down with his arse up in the air while only wearing a tight pair of white pants. You can see the dark crevice of his arse crack through the sheer fabric. He’s achingly vulnerable but can do nothing to escape. Dave slides his hands all over his manly body and gags him. His pants are strongly wrenched up so the fabric slices up against his arsehole and crushes his big full balls. His underwear is destroyed, leaving his arse totally exposed to whatever devilish Dave wants to do with his shelf full of wicked discipline instruments.

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Yuris’ arse is beaten with a selection of implements till his pale arse cheeks are burning red. Now the lightest smack from a paddle hurts like a bitch! He’ll do anything to stop a further beating to his bum even suck the hard cock shoved in his face. Yuris gags on the stiff meat and the thick stench of a man’s crotch. He pushes himself to suck it to stop his spanking even though he’s drooling with rivers of snot dripping down his face. Dave pounds his hard cock into Yuris’ arse while he’s sucking. The pair screw him mercilessly at both ends till he’s painfully sore and dripping in cum.

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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 02

By Greg Alexander

Trevor lay there for a while, just staring at the ceiling and thinking as I licked the soles of his feet. Finally, he grabbed his cellphone and flipped it on. I saw him speed dial someone. “Hey dude…” I heard him say. “Yeah, man. This is Trevor. Yeah, I know, awesome game, fucking right down to the wire . . . yeah I watched the whole thing . . .Listen — I gotta big favor to ask. Are you at the frat right now? Yeah? No shit? Well, would you mind sending one of the pledges over to my dorm room with one of the paddles from downstairs? The really wicked looking long one, yeah . . . no, bro, I’m not fucking around with you. I need it. Why?” He looked down at me and his eyebrows flickered mischievously. “Cuz I wanna show it to my roommate, that’s why. I think he deserves to see it . . . yeah, yeah, I’ll explain later man . . . hey, thanks dude, see ya at practice tomorrow.”

Trevor hung up, and we sat there in silence for a few minutes, Trevor just rubbing his cock idly and examining me.

There was a knock on the door. Trevor got up off the bed, wearing only his T-shirt, and not bothering to cover his ramrod cock, went over to the door. I was of course unable to turn around, but I heard him open it, talk to someone in a muffled voice, and then close it.

As he approached me from behind, I could hear him swinging something wooden against the palm of his hand over and over, making a sadistic slapping sound each time.

“Alright, my little bitch,” Trevor said. “I want you to meet a very special friend of mine.”

Trevor ungagged me, for the second time that day, and set his foul athletic socks, now soaked with my saliva, off to the side. Grinning happily, he dangled his new toy in front of my eyes.

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Reading gay bondage stories while locked in chastity

I love getting emails and pictures from guys who are locked in something when viewing the Metalbond site. Like the guy pictured below, who goes by the name of Chain.

 

Chain writes,

Dear Metal:

Got locked up recently. Spent the evening rereading New Year’s Resolution. Such a hot story. Gets me hard every time, well, it would if I wasn’t locked. Would love to be involved in something similar to that — turned into a muscled sex slave stud…

As I was flipping through chapter after chapter, I noticed another story that caught my attention: Arrested and Jailed. Woof. Was just chatting with one of my friends how that would be such a hot role play scene — one of my fantasies.

With my dick locked, it was straining at the cage, searching for relief. Didn’t realize how much I was leaking until I stood up and the precum poured out of the cage.

So, it is now 5:43 in the morning — my alarm is going off shortly and I have been up most of the night from being locked and horny as fuck from reading stories in your prison library.

Thank you and keep those stories cumming!

— Chain

 

P.S. I have such a love/hate relationship with this Holy Trainer — see how long I can stay locked.

There are so many great stories in your prison library, and reading them while locked can cause quite a stir in the cage. One of the things I love about being locked up: The cock trying to get hard when aroused. Woof! Not so much the night time boners that wake me up several times a night.

Sent an author friend over to your site. He was looking for some place to share his stories. He likes to write about leather guys kidnapping unsuspecting guys and using them for their pleasure. His stories are really hot and well written.

Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 01

By Greg Alexander

I could hardly contain my excitement when I walked into my freshman dorm room and saw Trevor standing there.

Sure, I had known I was going to be rooming with a big jock, a much discussed new recruit for both the university crew team and tennis teams, and I’d heard he was already planning on pledging Delta Psi, the most hardcore frat on campus.  But I hadn’t realized how stunningly hot he’d be.

When I walked in, he was just wearing work-out shorts, a tight undershirt, and a big pair of white sneakers with no socks, so that his ankle bones were clearly visible.  I almost sprang a boner there on the spot.  He was incredibly tall, with a lean and muscular frame, and broad shoulders.  He had jet black hair, curly yet cropped very short and close to his head, which made him look even more masculine.  His face was boyish, cleanly shaved and with delicate features, but you could tell from his fiery blue eyes the boy meant business.  I knew right away I didn’t want to cross Trevor.

I tried to make conversation with him when I walked in — he was unpacking his socks and underwear and athletic gear from a large, old fashioned trunk in which he seemed to have packed most of his clothing.  As he removed his undershirts and underwear by the bundles, he spread them out onto a padded reclining chair and a large coffee table he had already moved into the room.  He was distant, and his mind was definitely otherwise engaged.

“Whatya up to?”  I asked.

“Nothin.  I’m late for practice,” he grunted.  On his way out of the dorm room, he kicked off his shoes for a second to pull on a pair of thick white tennis socks.  For that one brief second, I caught a glimpse of his bare feet, and my jaw almost dropped.  They were big feet, beautifully tanned, nice and moist too.  I got the idea that Trevor always liked to keep his feet shielded — not a big fan of walking around the dorm room barefoot, judging by his unmarked soles.  Maybe he wanted to make sure they didn’t get spoiled for his tennis games, I thought to myself.

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