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See You Then …

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By BigMouthfla

We had been chatting for a while and definitely wanted to get together. We both had an interest in bondage, and he was quite fascinated by my chastity belts. He knew it was a big turn-on of mine. He did say that it was his goal to get me under his lock and key! Ah, those thoughts would get me so turned on.

He couldn’t wait to get me tied up. It was definitely his thing. We had spent the day together just exploring different parts of the town. During the day I had locked myself in one of my belts. It was the MySteel belt. It fits well and is extremely secure. He knew I had it on. In fact, he suggested I wear that particular one that day. Didn’t “have” to, but just a suggestion. I have probably a dozen different cages and so forth, but figured I’d go heavy duty for the day. It fits great. Although tightly, it’s not uncomfortable. It’s incredibly secure but doesn’t stop any functions from cleaning or bathroom duties.

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The Edge – Chapter 08

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By Steellock

Matt was curled up. His boots were tight against one set of bars. His back was hard against another. His head was pressed against two bars on a third side.

But he was resting.

His butt was sore and he rubbed it; in fact it ached like never before. A throbbing warmth from the paddling and flogging but several real lines across his cheeks and thighs that ached from where Wayne had wielded a cane with the full strength of his arm. That had fucking hurt. Matt was never going to forget or forgive that one. So that’s why Wayne had been baiting him these last few weeks, asking him if he had a girlfriend that he kept going off to at the weekends. He would have to think that one through; how to get his own back without the feud becoming public knowledge at the barracks.

He felt his butt again, and the ridges of bruising were clear. He ran his hand up and round his shoulder too, and there the results of Jim’s attention was clear. Then his hand went up again and he felt the thick firm leather of the hood that covered his head with its buckles down both sides and the thick rigid strap round his neck with its padlock. It suddenly occurred to him that whilst he felt like he was in a closed and dark world of his own, he was locked in a steel cage in public with a crowd of horny guys probably watching him now. He had never been self-conscious in the store before, and it was a fairly weird feeling, the eyes on him that he could not see.

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Story

1st Person

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By PFC Pfledge

We all remember when we first had an interest in bondage, and the first time we were tied up. You wouldn’t be reading this account if you aren’t interested in being tied up, or tying other guys up. I was first tied up when I was younger, then a number of times during high school, when I was a teenage wrestler. I loved wearing those skin-hugging tights, showing a huge bulge, as my buddies, Steve and Peter, would hogtie me.

In college, I had a lot of bondage at the hands of a local high school senior, ostensibly straight, but who enjoyed tying me up in skimpy Speedos, and being tied up himself, on his knees, to a post in my parents’ basement. When I was in the Marine Corps, and stationed in Hawaii, I was tied up in a tight spread eagle almost every night in the last three months of my enlistment. I also tied up my tormentor, David, many times, too. We wore the smallest possible Speedos in the hot Hawaii climate, and neither of us “noticed” the other guy’s straining bulge and packed, smooth curve of my or David’s crotch.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 04

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By lthr_jock

Vickers linked up his camera to a long data cable and took a couple of test shots. Then he slipped on his Bluetooth headset so he could talk to the restrained prison warder.

“OK, Mr Clark, here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll tell you to strike a pose, you move into it and I’ll take some snaps? OK?” Clark grunted and nodded. Vickers chatted happily away as he started to snap photographs, enjoying the sights of this muscled guy hooded and in inescapable metal bondage. He loved the way Clark kept flexing his hands as though he could somehow break free. He could see Clark was breathing easily as his chest was rising and falling, and the sweat beading on his chest showed that he was heating up. Vickers grinned – one of the reasons for using the heavy hood was that he knew it would help Clark heat up faster.

By now he had snapped Clark from all angles. “You know, Mr Clark, it occurs to me that’s a terribly formal name for someone in a slave yoke. I really need to call you something else. Hmm how about your first name? No – too easy to identify you. Wait I know – your middle name is perfect – Samuel is a good slave name – what do you think?” Clark tried to reply but the tight leather strapped and locked around his head prevented him do anything but grunt.

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Choices

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By slavebladeboi

Adam smelled the coffee brewing and very soon heard it coming, or rather heard his slave bringing it. The heavy steel chain between Ben’s ankles dragged slowly across the wooden floor as he brought the tray into the room.

Adam pointed to the table next to his recliner and carried on reading. It took several seconds for him to realise something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t something he heard, it was something he didn’t hear. He didn’t hear the sound of the chain being dragged back to the kitchen.

What?

I’m sorry Adam.

What? Something clutched at Adam’s stomach. For the past 9 months he’d been either Master or Sir, never Adam.

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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 04

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By R8080

“Morning boi.”

Alex looked up as he heard the heavy padlock of the cage being removed and the door opened. He backed out, and his neck was tugged by the thick chain he was still attached to. His Master crawled into the cage as Alex panicked in his early morning haze.

It all came back to him as his Master straddled him in the small confines of the cage and kissed him deeply through the rubber dog mask. His cycling, the journey to the farm. He let his arms, bent double in the gimp suit, touch along his Master’s side.

Unlocking His boi, Alex’s Master helped him out of the cage and gently began extracting Alex from his predicament. He pulled the tail out of Alex’s ass, the attached butt plug now dry. Alex sighed into his hood as he felt the invader vanish. Unzipping the suit, Alex felt the cold rush of air against his skin and shivered as the suit dropped away. He stretched his arms as they were freed, the tired muscles enjoying their new range of motion.

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Belt

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By BigMouthfla

I had given him blow jobs before quite a few times, even since we started a full time chastity lifestyle. But for whatever reason, today was different. Normally, I use my hand to jerk him off while I’m sucking him off. It gives him a hand job and a blow job at the same time; he really likes that. But today, I wasn’t using my hand, just my mouth.

Normally, it takes him a little while to cum, not too long, but he doesn’t come super quick. Today, however, it was taking much longer because I wasn’t using my hand. He was pumping pretty hard and kept getting more and more aggressive. He told me he needed me to grab it, but I refused relying only on my mouth. This was driving him crazy as he was so close to cumming, but kept saying on the edge. He kept trying to grab it, but I kept pushing his hand away. The man was almost in tears as he wanted to cum so bad and was so close, but couldn’t. I was really enjoying it for a couple of reasons. Being that I now live in full time 24/7 chastity and no longer have erections or orgasms, this is the only relief I can get, so I wanted it to go on as long as possible. I was enjoy really enjoying driving him crazy, giving him just a little taste of what I go through, except of course, I don’t have anyone to suck my cock now that it’s locked up full time.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 03

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By lthr_jock

Several weeks passed. Clark found himself surfing more and more and built up quite a collection of photographs of men in severe steel bondage. At night, he often lay in bed, thinking of how it had felt to be helpless in restraint – and of Vickers and his threat (promise?) of a longer test next time. He still approached his work in the same way, though several times he found himself ruminatively running his hands over the sets of prisoner transport chains and wishing they were heavier. On one of these occasions he caught Morrison watching him, and vented his frustration by slamming his baton across the back of Morrison’s knees several times as he escorted him back to his cell.

He had almost given up on Vickers, when he received an email from Arcturus35. It was short, with an attachment. “Interested?” The attachment was a picture of a metal yoke laid out on what Clark recognised as Vickers’ carpet. Clark had seen yokes before, but they did not interest him. The originals were basically a carved wooden bar that went across the back of someone’s neck. Chains or leather straps then secured their neck and hands to the yoke, with the hands stretched out at least 1 foot from the neck. The idea was to keep the person helpless, while still able to move around – and in some cases be used to drag carts or ploughs. Modern versions all seemed to be made of very thin steel. To Clark, they looked more cosmetic than anything else and not for a collector like himself.

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