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Seen and Unseen – Part 1

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By Steellock

Seen

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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Art

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By Steellock

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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Matt on Display – Part 3

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By Steellock

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.

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Matt on Display – Part 2

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By Steellock

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.

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Matt on Display – Part 1

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By Steellock

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.

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The Collective

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By Steellock and Slavebladeboi

He woke as the morning warm up exercise session started. As usual the strong grip of the rubber sleepsack was His first feeling, how His feet were tight up against the padded end of His Storage Box with the strap holing them firmly in place; the rubber sack, tight and restrictive up His legs gripping them together; He felt his hands in their custom mitts in the end of the arm sleeve, how last night He had pushed them through the narrow rubber wrist gap and each finger had slipped into its own little sleeve, His hand splayed out gripping His upper legs; the straps round him, one over His forearms tight enough to stop movement but not too tight to be intrusive; the top strap round His chest that just stopped any deep breathing so it’s effect on His body was always there.

He loved that strap. He opened his eyes but, of course, couldn’t see anything except the dark, black inside of the thick, padded hood that was padlocked round His neck. It’s three straps round His head also padlocked, two around his head at eye and mouth level and the third holding His jaw firmly shut. Just knowing the locks were there was such a thrill, He never grew tired of it! Hearing them click shut each night relaxed His mind. As He did every morning He tried to move his head and felt the tight grip of the ‘U’ shaped rubber ‘pillow’ that gripped him, holding His head still. He gave a quick heave of his body and – as always – got no movement.

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Garden Bondage

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By Steellock

It came from a casual, quiet comment from my partner. He said, ‘We don’t have to use the chair in the cellar all the time.’

We are in Lockdown in our home and, like many people, have a fair bit of time. I am a real bondage guy. Love tight and unescapable restraints and have a collection of sleepsacks and a Fetters Bondage chair as well as a good collection of other toys.

We both enjoy more active sessions too with Estim, impact play but for me I develop an ache for bondage frequently and my partner obliges by doing the last few straps or zipping the sack. Before we got together I used to use Ice Locks for time in my chair, but the real thing is so much better.

I thought about his comment and a picture came into my mind of the chair standing at the end of the garden.

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The Edge – Chapter 12 – Matt the Demo Boi

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By Steellock

Matt lay on his bed and thought about how his life had changed over the last few months since he left the Marines to become the Demo Boi at the leather and rubber BDSM store by the harbor.

In some ways the change was total but in others it was strangely similar.

The bed he was lying on was virtually the same; a narrow steel framed bed with a thin, slightly lumpy mattress.

What was different was what he was wearing. Instead of cotton shorts they were made of thick rubber with rubber belts locked around each thick, muscular thigh. A rubber pouch at the front held his cock and balls and it was zipped up each side with padlocks joining them to the thick rubber waist belt. Which was also locked.

At the back his butt was filled with a steel plug behind another locked zip.

Instead of military Commando boots he was always wearing tall, heavy black leather thick soled boots that had 20 tidy tight lines of red lacing up the front. The laces tucked under the top of his red socks that were neatly folded down.

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