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Monthly Archives: August 2021
Pleroma – Part 02
By Taurus
Part 2 – clubsslave1_var_alpha-v1.3_06/15/20XX
“Changed some stuff according to your comments,” Matt said as he drove Luke, who was deep in contemplation.
Luke met Matt in high school, and Matt was clearly a man of dreams, often big dreams, and too often pipe dreams. Naturally, he did not think he would return for another test.
That said, now that they were both 30, things were very different; Matt knew what he was doing.
Matt operated out of a house in an unstable environment. Situated in an area just between the high and mighty glass and steel skyscrapers and the crime-infested slums, nicknamed “The Twilight Band, the house had once belonged to two prestigious gang members, and most recently an infamously far-gone drug addict and smuggler on the side, who sold the house for cheap in order to sate his endless want for amphetamines and cocaine.
A hairy male bondage captive gets his hole wrecked
With his cock and balls bound to his toes, just a little kick will cause the restrained fucker intense pain. Look at the muscular captive try with all its might not to lash out. Haha! There’s nothing this whore can do to stop them from getting off utterly DESTROYING his arsehole by tearing it open.
Video at BreederFuckers
Pleroma – Part 01
By Taurus
Part 1 – streetfair1_alpha-v1.6_06/06/20XX
It was a beautiful day out; though the tarmac was sunbathed and hot as the many men present were, a gentle breeze blew through the crowds. They were noisy, cheering about something, but there was also a sort of chant-like rhythm to their stomping and their shouting.
A gasp.
He awoke with a start, evidently startled by the inexplicably clear voice which spoke the line among the crowds.
He tried to look around, but it was of no use. He lay in a grey void, paradoxically brighter under the “horizon” infinitely far away, but darker above. The strange voice came from every direction, even on the cot he lay Wait.
He had no body. Also, how did he know the weather if there was no environment?
If the above made no sense to you, that would be because it made no sense to him as well, but before he could panic, the voice from the ether re-emerged.
The erotic male BDSM artwork of Choppski
Here are two images by the artist known as Choppski. The first image is exclusive to the Metalbond site:
“Most of my art depicts muscular men of all races, with an emphasis on Alpha men and the subs who serve them,” Choppski says on his Patreon page. “There is a definite aesthetic to a Choppski Male: well-muscled, often hairy, and in the most crucial ways ‘larger than life.’ My art does not aim for realism so much as to make the hyper-masculine fantasy figure real and believable.”
Here’s another image from Choppski, this one from the artist’s comic “Pigs 2,” which has quite a bit of bondage in it:
You can see much more from this artist by following him on Twitter. He’s also got a Patreon page, which you can join for just $3 per month and is highly recommended! And his comics, also highly recommended, are available on Renderotica.
The Becoming
The filthy Pig has illuminated my Raison d’etre. It comes to me distressed, rigid, and overwrought, desiring only to be used.
During our timeless sessions, I observe Its angst, frustration, and tumult dissipate as calmness and serenity fill the vacuum. With each level of synergy; each extension cord lash, peck punch, nipple clamping, and stress position, the Pig draws closer to the elusive tranquility that It incessantly yearns for.
I am pleased to relieve the Pig of its affliction, as in the process, I temper my own despair.
—Commander
Metal would like to thank Commander for the text and pictures above. This NYC-based Master can be reached via RentMen, and also at Commander76484@gmail.com
A boi’s Afternoon
By slavebladeboi
“So,” he said rather menacingly, looking straight into my eyes as he held my chin in his fist, “think of a number between one and twenty five.”
Shit, another mind fuck no doubt.
“Yes Sir,” I answered. “Six.”
What the fuck is he thinking now?
“Well done, boi. Good answer.”
Why. How’s that good?
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re getting 25 with the crop.”
