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Iron Range – Part 05

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By Linc

Owen dropped him at the end of the drive a little after lunch, where the gravel met the county road and the fields stretched out like they had all the time in the world.

Jack swung his duffel down from the passenger seat and set it at his feet. The wind had teeth today, not biting hard yet, but sharp enough to remind him the season was turning.

“Thanks,” Jack said.

Owen nodded, hands still on the wheel. He started to speak, stopped, then offered, “Text me when you’re settled.”

Jack gave him a small smile. “Yeah. I will.”

Owen’s truck rolled away, tires crunching until the sound thinned into the wider quiet. Jack watched the taillights until they disappeared behind a rise.

Then he turned and started walking.

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Warden – Part 02

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By Jordan Thomas

Chapter 2 – Exploration

Over the course of several days, 42-year-old Philip was curious about his findings, but tonight during his night shift again, he got bored. Since there wasn’t much to do other than playing with some stuff on his desk, he managed to take another peek into the room.

Beep. The green light flashed again.

This time the door opened easily, not like before. To his surprise the room was lit — the lights were already on when he opened the door. Strange. He paced around the room again until he reached the rows of cabinets he had previously opened like a treasure chest. He took a quick look through the glass on each cabinet until he stopped in front of the last one that he hadn’t opened before because he got interrupted by his colleague. He put his hands on the handle and slowly opened the cabinet. The door swung open easily, and inside was a full CO uniform but made in leather. In conclusion there were 5 cabinets; those 5 held things he had never seen before aside from porn websites. But the last one — it was unnerving.

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Warden – Part 01

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By Jordan Thomas

Chapter 1 – Finding

The name is Philip Carrington, a regular corrections officer (CO) from a small town in Colorado. He used to be a Marine, so he had that “big tough guy” build: broad shoulders, big chest, thick thighs, and a neat crew cut. But for some reason, after a few years on the floor lingering around the cell blocks, one day he was assigned a desk job to handle administration of the prison inventory. You know, the one who handles stockkeeping for the equipment used in the prison, like shackles, cuffs, etc. For some it may be a nice thing to not walk around the facility and just hang around in a room, but for Philip it was torture as he’s an active person and now he’s stuck at his desk providing things that other COs ask for.

After a few days stuck in his mundane fort of solitude, he decided to do routine checks on the inventory. At the back of the room there was a door behind some old shelves. He was intrigued by it and tried to clear up some space by dragging the empty shelf away. To his surprise the door had some stickers that he could not quite read because of the dust sticking to the old peeled sticker. He wiped them off a little, ran his hands over the residue, and got a glimpse of the wording that said: “HIGH RISK SUPPLIES: AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY.”

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It started with Mitts – Part 20-3

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By Bondagegimp

Awakening

Walking through this garden gate has a special, almost symbolic impact on me. Sure, Bob’s property extends all the way to the street, but this area enclosed by bushes and a fence has been my world until now, a world in which Bob held me captive. Now I’m leaving it. Now I’m leaving Bob.

Oh Bob, why do you have to make it so hard for us? A few concessions would have been enough, and I would have stayed. But he’s completely uncompromising. And so contradictory! He wants me to stay, to submit to him, and yet at the same time, he’s not attracted to slaves who submit willingly. The two guys in the bar offered themselves to him, but that’s precisely why he didn’t want them. He wants to feel resistance, he wants to force, to subjugate. And yes, sometimes that turns me on too, I admit it. But just because I find some things arousing doesn’t mean I can simply give up my whole life. Does he really love me, or does he just want a plaything to satisfy his sexual desires?

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It started with Mitts – Part 20-2

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By Bondagegimp

Reflective Interlude

I’m still staring in disbelief at the keys in my hand. What’s going on? This isn’t how I imagined the decision would go. I thought Bob and I would sit down together, talk it over again, and then I’d decide. But he’s leaving me to make this decision alone. He probably thinks he’s said everything he has to say. For him, there’s no compromise. Yes or no. Free or a slave, and that’s it, completely and without exception. No say in the matter. His property.

He’s putting me on the spot, forcing the decision I’ve been putting off until the last minute. I could have decided in the last few days. Well, now I have to decide… and Bob seems to be taking advantage of my indecisiveness. If I don’t decide, I’ll be choosing him, or “us,” as he puts it.

I’m supposed to free myself. He’s built in a hurdle. Or is it another one of his tricks? Maybe he gave me not all keys? Or the wrong keys? That wouldn’t be his style. Would it? Who knows? Perhaps I should check that first before I spend too much time pondering this. I look for the key ring labeled “Handcuffs and Leg Irons.” There are more keys than handcuffs and leg irons I’m wearing. Apparently, it’s the ring with all its corresponding keys. It takes a while until I find the right key, but it fits. Maybe that’s his tactic? Not enough time to unlock everything?

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It started with Mitts – Part 20-1

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By Bondagegimp

The decision

Now! Now I have to decide! FUCK! I’ve known for days, but for days I haven’t been able to! I’m torn! I can’t decide. The last long conversation with Bob three days ago only made things worse. I haven’t slept well since. I lay in bed brooding until I finally fell asleep from exhaustion. Then I had wild dreams. Of Bob, lying happily on a beach with me, like in a normal relationship. Of Bob, holding me captive in his dungeon for days, torturing me. Of a life without Bob, because I left him. When I wake up, I can barely shake the feelings. And either way, they aren’t good feelings. No scenario makes me happy.

The dream of us on the beach started off lighthearted, carefree. In the dream, it felt so good to simply be with Bob, to have a normal relationship with him. But then Bob’s gaze meets mine — an empty gaze, without passion, a gaze that triggers a deep feeling of bitter disappointment within me. It’s that feeling you get when you’ve known for a long time that a relationship has ended, but only that one look reveals the truth you’ve long suppressed — it’s over. A stab in the heart. And neither the white sand nor the aquamarine water of the paradisiacal setting can console me. The stab in the heart makes me bleed. In the dream, I feel the stab and then see my blood flowing onto the white sand, into the aquamarine water. Everything turns black. When I wake up, I feel empty, utterly empty.

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Just Bondage – Part 02

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By Dalton Ott

The next bondage session….

I have completed my special project. One of my leather sacks is an old Fetters double leather sack with smooth leather inside and out. It is a great sack, but it needed something more.

Many years ago I read a story about a spike-lined sleepsack. Since then every time I have been in this particular sack I have dreamed about that story. I wanted one but I’ve never found a place to buy one or found someone to make it, so I decided to make my own.

To do this I have meticulously loosened the inside layer luckily it wasn’t glued. I then line the entire inside with tiny metal spikes. These are the backing for metal snaps, they make spiked gloves with these protruding from the palms of the gloves for sensation play.

I love to struggle so I avoided places that my bones were close to the surface like knees, elbows etc. Only my fleshy parts will be exposed to the spikes, the souls of my feet, palms of my hands, calves, thighs, ass, back, arms, stomach, chest, ribs, and neck. The spikes protruding through the smooth leather lining will be uncomfortable but not quite sharp enough to cut.

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Just Bondage – Part 01

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By Dalton Ott

Note from Metal: This is a re-post of a true bondage story that was originally posted under Anonymous. The author, Dalton Ott, who has been featured prominently on Serious Male Bondage, has subsequently revised his story, added to it, and has agreed to have it appear again, and under his name this time.

At a local sauna two men engaging in friendly conversation somehow stumbled on to the topic of bondage, not your usual sauna conversation. It was awkward at first but soon they discovered they shared a common secret. They were both secretly into heavy sensory deprivation bondage.

The excitement grew into a three-hour, intense conversation at a local coffee shop. They shared stories about their experiences and bondage equipment, what they owned and what they fantasized about.

They eventually talked about their unfulfilled bondage fantasies and discovered they both enjoyed extreme bondage without the need for sex. All they wanted to experience were long sensory deprivation sessions in heavy rubber or leather. They both had an unquenched passion to explore the depths of extreme subspace.

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