The Trucker was dressed in leather jeans and jacket with heavy boots. A tall, well-built guy with a full beard and a shaved head, he obviously knew Jim and greeted him with a bear hug and they moved through into the back of the shop to chat. As he walked through the shop his eyes were on Matt as he moved around doing various chores.
What he saw was a 6ft heavily muscled ex. Marine wearing a sleeveless Levi jacket and bleacher jeans with shortened, calf length legs that showed off his 20 hole black Grinder boots with yellow laces. His head was, as usual, locked into a Sci Fi hood, padlocks on the straps and neck collar. Matt had talked with Jim after the previous Friday and shared his love of the look the Skinhead had worn that night in the shop and how much he wanted to try it out. Jim had agreed and ordered in the Bleacher jeans and jacket. He agreed with Matt – he looked stunning in them.
Continue reading The Trucker – Part 02
Matt sat on the grass bank by the roadside and checked the note that had come with the package of leather that the Trucker had sent through via Jim:
‘Wear your bleacher jeans, Levi jacket and those boots. Nothing else.
Buckle on the padded wrist restraints, lock them on.
Then buckle the ankle restraints over your boots and lock them.
Pull on the hood then zip it closed and lock the zip to the collar with the last small padlock
Use the big padlocks, one through the D rings on your ankle restraints to lock your boots together and the last through the D loops on your wrists behind your back.
Sit on the bank and wait by the mile marker and wait for me.
He looked down and checked his body. His bleacher, sleeveless Levi jacket hanging open, pushed out by his wide shoulders and hanging open over his heavy pecs and ribbed 6 pack. His arms with their bulging biceps and triceps hanging down by his sides, the wide black leather belt cinched tight round his narrow waist, through the loops in his 501 bleacher jeans. His heavily muscled thighs filling out the legs. The jeans stopped in a turnup mid-calf, and he could then see his heavy, polished black, Grinder boots with their neat tight yellow laces showing as a row of 20 lines on each one.
Continue reading The Trucker – Part 01
I have been asked to talk a little more about managing a 75mm ball stretcher 24/7 at home and out, seen and unseen. Well I can only speak from my own experience and can’t be blamed if you end up with aching sensitive balls!
The first thing is to actually decide how long the stretcher can be. We all love squeezing on that extra short ring and getting the skin over the boys really stretched, so tight that you can feel every detail and your balls are incredibly sensitive. Well that’s wonderful for a few hours in the dungeon or with the steel log poking out of your leather sleepsack. A perfect plaything for your Master, Top, Alpha so he can use his choice of an electric toothbrush, a pinwheel – especially one with Estim attached – or as a pincushion or a target for his Grinders. If you are standing spread-eagled, then he may want to use his boxing gloves! But, after a while the line around the end of the stretcher will bruise and the skin over your balls will get very, very sore. The boys themselves will ache.
At this point you must take the weights off and let it all relax and heal. But this is a good way to get the skin to stretch if you keep it up, and it’s addictive.
Continue reading Seen and Unseen – Part 2
I am walking down the pavement following my partner. We are headed to the park for our daily exercise in these freaky times of Covid Lockdown.
What you see is the Skinhead that I have been for a good 10 years.
My buzz cut hair, wide shoulders in a bleached Levi jacket over black Lonsdale polo shirt, my 32 inch waist supporting bleached Levi 501s held up by a wide, thick black belt and finished with a short turnup about half way down my calves so you can see the tight, white laced, black Grinders boots. The regulations on Covid protection mean that I am wearing a neck sleeve scarf pulled up over my nose. It covers my neck and face with a camouflage design.
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Matt rang his agent again. This was a hard month. The guy had only found him one brief appearance at a club opening, and the rent was coming due. More than that, his gym membership was too.
‘Well we had one offer come through but you always said that you did not want any weird stuff just posing and such,’ said the guy.
‘How weird?’ Matt asked. ‘Weird sex? That’s not for me.’
‘Well just weird I guess. It’s from one of the galleries, they have a new art exhibition and one of the exhibits is a guy in bondage. They need a whole group of guys to be the models in turn, and you fit the shape they want.’
Matt thought about it briefly but – hell – if there were several of them there then they should be able to look after themselves surely? And anyway it was a well-known gallery, never heard of them showing this kind of thing before.
‘OK when do I go?’ he said.
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Jess looked around the big barn dungeon. All around there were scenes of bondage and BDSM. Men indulging in ‘leather sex’ of all kinds.
On one side a guy was strapped to a wheel being tortured by electrical shocks, applied to pads placed on the muscles of his legs and arms, he had ring contacts on his cock and a pair of polar clamps passing current through his tits.
Other guys were being flogged and whipped on a pair of St. Andrews crosses. Scenes in all directions.
In the middle of the wide space there were two matching leather covered tables. On one a heavily built black haired man in black boots was locked into a steel ankle and wrist bar. His head, wrapped with a black leather gag, was writhing from side to side.
Continue reading Matt on Display – Part 3
Matt felt his heart rate fall and managed to get his breath. He felt his body start to relax and was able to do that exploratory wriggle that bondage guys love. Just exploring the feelings, what he could move (virtually nothing) and what was holding him. As he was not wearing any kind of rubber or leather suit he could feel the multitude of straps tight around his body from the ‘full-body’ suspension harness. Strapped around his waist, chest, under his crotch, around his legs at 4 levels, his arms strapped to his sides and hands in the leather mitts that were also strapped to his upper legs. His boots held tight in the base straps of the harness. His head was resting in a ‘U’ shaped padded pillow and unable to turn. It was in an inner, tight, thin rubber hood that was moulded to the shape of his head with a latex full mouth gag, and he could still feel the slight soreness in his nostrils from pushing the air pipes through and round to the back of his throat.
Then he felt the comforting feeling of the heavy Sci Fi hood with its locked straps and collar over the top; the one he wore every day and night and was the centre of his kink life.
Continue reading Matt on Display – Part 2
Note: This is a follow-up to The Edge series by Steellock, which concluded with “Matt the Demo Boy.” To read the previous chapters by Steellock, click here.
Matt woke early that Friday morning. As Jess was strapping him to his bed the previous night Jim had wandered over and said, enigmatically, ‘Get a good rest Boi, a long and tough weekend ahead of you!’
Matt had therefore spent the night half sleeping and half in wet anticipation of what was coming up. Jim never disappointed – if he said it was going to be tough, then tough it would most definitely be! He also thought about his diet – Jim had put him on a liquid only feeding regime a couple of days ago; always the preparation for a long bondage session and Matt had been wondering ‘when and what’ for a while.
Hooded as he was he couldn’t see the red display lighting go off, but he felt the bed pull back from the display window and knew that Jess was back. His lover started Matt’s day as he always did – by indulging himself in feeling that amazing, muscly, lean body! He ran his hands over the strong pecs, tweaked the large prominent nipples, felt the ribs of the abdomen, kneaded the biceps and then gave Matt a good hard thwack on his cock and balls. Then he leant over and gave the thick black boots a lick – just a quick one; today was not the day for dalliance.
Continue reading Matt on Display – Part 1