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Leather head restraint by Sinvention
A young slave’s young Master fucks his ass long and hard, then spews a huge load of cum on his face before spreading him out on a table and whipping his sexy stomach.
Master Alex continues to fuck Blake long and hard while he is bent over and bound, helpless. The prisoner rocks back and forth on the fuck bench, his whole body shaking from the force of his master’s cock. Blake moans and grunts, half in pain, half in pleasure, as his asshole and his well-whipped butt are pounded. “Oh, Sir!” he moans, gripping the bench legs. Alex finally pulls out, only so he can bust his load not in his slave’s ass but all over his face. With his master’s cum dripping off his cheeks into his mouth, Blake is now branded a slave – a prisoner who exists to be used, brutalized and fucked. As if to illustrate the point, Alex shoves a butt plug into Blake’s bruised asshole then flogs his already well-beaten ass and back. “Did you think we were done?” Alex asks with a cruel smirk. Moments later Blake is spread-eagled on his back, totally naked, and Alex slices his beautiful abs and pecs with the single-tail. His lust for hurting this muscular, smooth slave will never be sated.
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Hey there Masters, slaves, dogs, pups, Guards, prisoners, Keyholders, chastity device wearers, Alphas, betas and gimps (you know which one you are) — just a quick update to let you know that there will be MANY more stories coming to the Metalbond Prison Library in the coming days and weeks.

The upcoming highlights include:
Meanwhile, about a month ago I asked you guys to share what your favorite story is. Here are some of the stories that were mentioned as favorites (although many more than listed below were noted to me):
How many of the above YOU read?
Complete alphabetical list of stories is HERE
By TheBadOne
Chapter 10 – The Order
The dungeon music fades out as I am lowered down the hole between the upper floor and the lower floor. All that’s left for me to hear is the clanking of the chain lowering my rope-bound body, and the jackhammering of my heart.
After everything I’ve been through tonight and all the men I’ve served so far, I can hardly believe there’s more. As I descend below the ceiling into the room full of men, I realize I’m not blindfolded, gagged, or plugged. Whatever is coming next, I have to face it with eyes, and mouth, and ass wide open.
I’ve been lowered into a room that is empty but for the men inside of it. I count twenty-four. On one end stands all of the doms I’ve met tonight. Many more stand in between them and six slaves on the other end, all in full rubber suits- no hoods this time. I see Trevor among them.
And in the middle is Master Shephard. He’s wearing the grin I find so irresistible, and as he strokes his cock at the sight of me trussed up and floating vulnerably, I see him bite his lip and close his eyes as he holds back an orgasm. He’s close- I realize everyone is stroking themselves, even the slaves. And it looks like everyone is as close as he is.
“Mansion by the Lake” is one of the many hot bondage stories published on RubberZone. Now, the original author, Kyuss, has written three new chapters in the series!
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Imagine sexy businessman Jozef getting showered and ready for a day at the office, slipping on his tight white underwear and buttoning up his suit. Ready to set out and earn another million then go out to a club to flash his cash. Well now he’s fallen hard!
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By TheBadOne
Before he leaves, Trevor locks the end of my armbinder to a ring on the floor, then shackles my legs together, and locks those to the ring too. He walks out wordlessly, leaving me in a puddle of his piss, moaning uncontrollably as I lay on my side in a strict hogtie. And then nobody else comes. I don’t hear anything except a drip of water from somewhere, echoing loudly into the space I’m in.
I think back to my lengthy sleepsack scene with Master Shephard. He told me that he was leaving me plenty of slack so that I could last, but I even thought that was tight. Now I realize that if this is the standard for tight bondage, the amount of wiggle room I had that night was in fact, comparative freedom. I long for it, for even the tiniest amount of purchase, for the ability to flex my arms even slightly, to be able to make any sound at all other than a pathetic, gagging, drooly sob.
As the minutes pass and my eyes continue to adjust to the dim light, I suddenly realize that there’s a mirror on the ceiling above me. I look up at it and see the gimp I’ve been turned into. Even alone, I’m humiliated. Vega was right, I thought I was some kind of a hot-shot, and I got put in my place.