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Improving My Posture – Part 2

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By Mister-X/Spartan

At work Monday morning I was obviously forced into stiff, erect posture. The problem was sitting on that butt plug, something I’d never done before. It was quite uncomfortable, and was initially distracting me from concentrating on my work. As I was thinking about the butt plug, I started thinking back on everything that happened that previous 4-day weekend.

I had never experienced anything like that before in my life. I certainly got quickly acquainted with a side of life I’d never seen before, let alone experienced. And to be truthful, I kind of enjoyed some of it. Or at least, my cock did, or would have if it could have been able to. The thought of that brought up another problem I was having, sitting here at my desk. It was difficult to find a comfortable way to sit with that metal chastity on my cock.

I’m sure that my appearance is much better than it had been, but I wondered whether my bosses were comfortable knowing that it came at the expense of my getting as much work done. Judging by how they enjoyed this past four days, I expect that they are comfortable with that. I noticed that my boss seemed wryly amused to see how uncomfortable I was wearing my new shirt, knowing that I had that butt plug and chastity on underneath. But I had to get my mind off the changes I was now experiencing and get it back on my work. If my work output declines significantly, I could still find myself without a job.

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Improving My Posture – Part 1

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By Mister-X/Spartan

“You’ve now been working here 10 months. We have performance reviews for all our employees at this time every year. As I’d told you when you started, you are judged by two standards, your work output and your appearance, since our group is located just outside the company manager’s door and the prospective clients that come here judge our company in part by our appearance.

If there is any area in which you are graded as unacceptable you will be given a month to improve it until it is acceptable. If you are not able to do that you will be terminated.

Your work output is good. Your attendance has been perfect. You keep up a good appearance with your clothes. However, there is one area in which you have been graded as unacceptable. This is your posture. You slump forward when working at the computer terminal. This does not look good to our prospective clients.”

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Metalbond Q&A: Thunder

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In an interview, “Thunder” — author of the stories James and Every Dog Has His Day in the Metalbond Prison Library — discusses his most recent experiences involving serious, long-term dog training, his being turned into a “cuckdog,” the time he spends on two legs vs. four, and much more. See below.

 

OK Thunder, your most recent story, James, has been very popular with readers of this site. Can you give us an update?

Now that I have retired, Alan has requested that I wrap up the story of my training so I can spend some extended time without having “the burden” of bipedal-ness or the “additional trouble” of having to make decisions about things like clothes, food, and social activities. I therefore can’t promise more of the story — but in an effort to help, Alan suggested an online interview to update readers and help wrap things up.

 

Can you tell readers what percent of the story “James” is true and what percent is fantasy?

All of the basics about training are considered true as well as the stories of how I was trained and what my life is like now. The reality is that I did not accept the training as well as I portrayed, and there was a lot of back and forth about why Alan would want this and a deep wonder if I had failed him as a human husband. We did get through everything, and it all became easier once I started accepting that my life was going to be different and, if I wanted to stay with Alan and stay in our home, I would have to make a change. I have never regretted making a change, except when I want a pizza and am in a kennel.

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The Class Reunion

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Guy got home from work. He had packed his luggage that morning. He was ready for his high school’s reunion. It had been 10 years since he’d graduated. He was looking forward to showing his classmates who he now was.

His parents were very strict with him when he was growing up. They made sure that he kept his attention on his school work. When he wasn’t studying he had to help out in his father’s business. He had little time for outside activities. He had done no socializing. In truth, he wasn’t interested in socializing, and liked school work. He was considered to be a geek, and as almost all geeks were in school, he was bullied.

But now that he was out on his own, he had changed that image. True, he had a successful job, so all that school work had paid off. But he had taken a long, hard look at himself, and had come to some conclusions. First, he realized that he was gay. Second, he realized that he was kinky, turned on by being bound and gagged. Third, he could see a fat slob looking back at him, and knew that he needed to lose weight and put on muscle to attract others. Fourth, he enjoyed the leather lifestyle. He started making an effort to change his physique, and lost 50 pounds of fat and added pounds of muscle. He now owned a motorcycle, which he would be driving to his class reunion. He would be dressed in his motorcycle leathers over his shirt and tie from work. He was looking forward to his classmates’ reaction to his new image.

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Summer at the Ranch – Part 4

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By Rubrpig

John and Steve returned to the ranch late after getting rid of the Sheriff’s SUV and walked over to John’s house. The men walked in and sat down in the kitchen. John grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat down after handing Steve one of the beers. The men began to discuss what they were going to have to do to train the new gelding and to protect the ranch and the herd from the Sheriff once he was aware of his deputy’s disappearance. They both knew that the ranch would be targeted and that it was possible that the herd and its newest horse would be discovered

The men finished their beers and John smiled at Steve and both men got up and headed to the bedroom. They had been lovers for a few years even though both of them were hard core leather tops, they still managed to make things work for them. They walked into the bedroom and both began to strip quickly and soon John has Steve on his back and he was pushing his cock hard into his ass. Fucking him hard he reached down and grabbed Steve’s nipples and twisted them hard causing Steve to groan loudly from the pain. This just drove John to fuck him harder. Finally, he blew his load deep in Steve’s ass and slowly pulled out. John collapsed on top of Steve and the 2 men rolled over and fell asleep.

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Reliving the Kidnapping

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By Mister-X/Spartan

“Is this like the place where you were kept bound and gagged for three days?”

“Yes. It was under some rafters, just like this. That other building was torn down, but this abandoned one should do the same.”

“And you want us to tie you up again like you were before?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“A couple of reasons. One, I realize now that I enjoyed being kept bound like that. And two, it was a challenge for me to survive that. I want to see if I can do that again.”

“For three days? You’ve got to be crazy.”

“Maybe. But it’s what I want. Are you going to do it or not?”

“Okay. If that’s what you want.”

Roger started tying Ken’s hands behind his back. He finally said “is this the way they did it?”

“No. It was tighter than that. They put a couple of loops between my wrists to get the loops around my wrists to be pulled tighter.” Roger complied with doing that.

“What next?”

“They put some ropes around my arms above my elbows and pulled them as tight as they could get them, bringing my elbows to where they were almost touching. Later they pulled them tighter. I thought my arms would come out of their sockets. My shoulders were killing me.”

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Buying Love – Part 4

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Cutieboy90 gay bondage storiesBy Cutieboy90

Much to Sputnik’s disappointment, he did not get another collection that night. After dinner, he spent some more time in the lounge. There was a basketball game on this time, and he and Steel spooned together on the mattress watching it as their hard cocks were tended to by Tanner and Rex. Mascot joined after a while, and he and Sputnik eventually left the lounge together. Back in Sputnik’s room, the two had settled in together sharing a few kisses and groping at each other with their mitted hands. Sleep came quickly once Sputnik had laid down with his favorite dog in his arms, and his semi-erect cock resting next to Mascot’s balls. He could get used to falling asleep like this.

When Ian arrived in the morning, Mascot reluctantly took his leave of the black leather stallion. Ian promised them they’d have some time together later on. The morning followed the same routine as the day before. Warm mushy breakfast out of the trough, followed by treadmill time on all fours, then bipedal treadmill sprints, stretching, and lunch. Today after lunch though, Ian lead Sputnik to a new room instead of the lounge.

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 8

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By GratDelay

male bondage fictionThis story is dedicated to Strappeddown, who inspired me to go back to work on it. And to Padlock86, who forced me to finish it.

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I was exhausted, but I felt great as I drove home. I got a boner whenever I recalled the sound of Aaron’s voice when he begged me not to put his fucking ‘lucky’ cup on him.

Who’s lucky now? I thought.

I pictured Aaron back at school, rushing to his tablet to send the release command. After all, it was his cup and his software, right?

“Sorry buddy,” I said aloud. I had changed the encryption keys.

Next, I guessed he would rush back to his dorm to see if I had taken the box too. Of course I had. I bet the fucker didn’t put my gear away. He’ll be sorry…

Then he’d get down to serious freaking out about what I would do to his junk. All of the shit he’d pulled on me would be popping into his head. He’d have to do some serious waiting to see what would happen next.

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