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How My Cuckolding Fantasy Came True

By Pete

I have read all of the stories on the Metalbond website, but none stirred anything as deeply in me as the story “Roger” by David Sellers. I have read it over and over and have spent a lot of time thinking about it. I mentioned it casually to my partner of seven years a few more times than I realized. He never indicated that he noticed how much I liked the story.

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Football Bondage

By Chris

I was playing football in high school when I had my first man on 
man … and bondage session at the same time. It was after practice on a cool October Saturday when the one of the guys on the team suggested we do an 
after practice run along the river next to my high school. The kid was 
the center and kinda cute. I was a fullback and we sort of hung out 
together.

On our way to the river trail, he stopped at his car and got a 
small pack out of the back seat. We were in full uniform, as we started 
jogging along the trail.

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Games

By Prisoner

When the game becomes pain and the fantasy real.

I was 19 when I first came out to California from Iowa. It was simple, really, I moved to San Francisco because I couldn’t take Des Moines any longer. Even now, there’s not a whole lot a gay kid can do in Iowa. I figure I’m pretty good looking, light brown hair, hazel eyes and a smooth swimmers build. In fact, in high school I was captain of the swim team. Anyway, I figured I’d do alright in the Gay capital of the world.

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The Meat Locker

By Nightbrawler240

When I bid on the slaughterhouse in sheriff’s sale I was ecstatic when I was informed the transaction went through.  Having a background in engineering and architecture pays off when you have a devious mind such as mine.  The first thing I did upon entering the building was to see what was left, what was salvageable, and what was to be removed.  That was over a year ago, and now, for the last two months, I now have a fully automated “dungeon” in the privacy of an inconspicuous building where one would expect to hear all types of sounds.

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