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It started with Mitts –Part 18

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By Bondagegimp

Electrotorture

Jad had practically jumped up before the glass had even hit the floor. “I’m getting everything ready!” Fuck, he’s probably been imagining all this for days, he won’t spare me anything. I burrow into Bob’s chest. Doggy is still standing there, motionless, with the glass on his back. Bob and I look at him, I look at Bob. I have to laugh into my gag. Bob laughs out loud too, goes to Doggy, takes the glass down, and brings him to us. We both cuddle up to Bob. I don’t really like it, though. I realize how jealous I am. Bob should be mine, mine alone. Yes, admittedly, a questionable claim for someone who’s about to become his slave. But those are my feelings. Another topic I should discuss with Bob. I want him for myself, for me alone!

I tolerate Doggy lying on Bob’s thigh too. I feel a bit sorry for him. Jad seems to be going hard on him. Although, he’s been doing this for a while. And Doggy keeps coming. So, he seems to like it. Just like I haven’t taken any of the opportunities to get away from Bob. He gave me the chance a few times. I stayed. Not least because it wasn’t a final decision. I could postpone the decision. I know procrastination from my studies. It catches up with you really badly at some point. In a few days I have to decide. What exactly? Bob or no Bob? Give up my previous life? Is it giving up? Or is it about choosing a new life? A life full of love, lust and passion? But the price is severing all ties to my former life.

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Swim Coach

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By BondageChallengeGames

My heart raced. Coach’s hand slid up my thigh and stopped right at the edge of my speedo. My cock twitched.

“Do you think you earned it?” He grabbed my collar and leaned close to my ear, “did you make me proud out there?”

“Yes, coach,” I said. I was still sore from the morning. “I gave you everything I had.”

He grabbed my hard cock through my speedo and squeezed. I winced and tensed my muscles. The tight but comfortable leather cuffs on my wrist and ankles kept my limbs secure to the chair.

Dream Boy Bondage

I heard the rip of an envelope. The note inside determined my fate. Whether I was about to be rewarded or punished for my performance that morning. He pulled my blindfold down to show me the note.

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It started with Mitts –Part 17

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By Bondagegimp

Darkness

Black. Everything is black. It was still light in the cabin when Bob put in my contact lenses. But there’s nothing left of it, not the slightest bit of light. My eyes dart around in panic, trying to see anything, at least a little bit of brightness. But nothing! Since the second lens was in my eye, I haven’t been able to calm down. It’s too brutal how Bob simply took away my sight. One moment it was light, now it’s just black. Blacker than any darkness.

Now Bob snuggles up to me, half on top of me, one leg over my legs so he could rub my diaper with his thigh, or at least I can feel the weight of his leg muscles on my cock. His upper body is half on top of me, one arm around me. His head is very close to mine; I can feel his beard, his breathing. He speaks soothingly to me, holding my head. At the same time, I feel him staring at me. I knew his gaze, when he pierced me with his eyes, peering deep into my innermost being, fathoming me. I feel his face above mine. I know he is staring at me like that again. I know how closely he studied other people’s gazes and how much he can read in them. But it must be different if the gaze isn’t returned. The black contact lenses work both ways. I’m blind, but Bob can’t look into me either. It seems to fascinate Bob incredibly, because he remains completely motionless for several minutes. “Such helpless eyes” – that’s what he says again and again.

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The Shackles of Curiosity – Part 02

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By Peter B. and Art Intelli

A Note from the Author:

This story was originally meant to be a “One Off”, but I received several messages encouraging me to continue this scenario, so here you go… (I hope you enjoy!)

The Walk Home

The city had never felt so loud.

Peter had managed to pull his trench coat up over his shoulders, so that he could wear it like a cape.  He would have been totally fucked if the damn Argento had actually cuffed his hand behind his back as he had said he would.  At the time, Peter was disaapointed.  Now he was elated. But even as it was, the manacles were not really covered beneath his coat when it flapped open, and they glistened like mirrored bracelets. He hid in the wings until it sounded like everyone had gone home, and then he left the theater under cover of night, the cool metal around his ankles clinked softly with each step, echoing off alley walls and empty sidewalks. A few passersby cast him strange looks, but no one stopped. In a city like this, you could walk down the street in chains and people would still pretend not to see.

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Double Trouble – Part 06

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By Peter B. and Art Intelli

Chapter Six: The Smell of Rabbit

The sun was just a whisper on the horizon when The Box door was flung open, and he uncurled himself from the box. His back ached. His muscles throbbed. But he stood — slowly, steadily — and looked Sheriff Colt in the eye, expecting him to lock him up for work detail as usual, so he was surprised when Colt slung the leather belt onto his shoulders, and carelessly flung the usual Chain Gang shackles to the ground at his feet.

You’re gonna lock yourself up today Cityboy.  Show us you’re accepting your punishment and your fate…”

No words were exchanged as Peter carefully slid the belt of off his shoulders and strapped it tight around his waist – the half loop positioned in front; then ratcheted the shackles on his ankles which had a vertical chain running up to the belt hasp, and attached to a pair of long chin handcuffs which he was ordered to pass through the hasp, and then  ratchet in place as well.

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Vincent_en

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By NisTaeN

Note from Metal: This is a copyrighted story by NisTaeN, who is pictured above and below. The author has granted permission for this story to appear on the Metalbond site starting today. It is also available on the author’s FetLife page in both French and German. This is the English language version.

Introduction

Vincent is a young man with prison fantasies like many others. He is gay and lives it very well. He regularly visits dating sites, mainly because he’s bored. It passes the time and allows him to meet interesting people. Of course, sometimes the encounters end up in bed, but that’s not really what he’s looking for.

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This original work, including any translations, is protected under copyright laws of the European Union, the United States, and all countries that are parties to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works.

The story is published here with the explicit permission of the author.

Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or adaptation of this work in any form without written permission from the author is prohibited. All rights reserved.

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Vincent_en by NisTaeN One day, he was contacted by someone in his fifties. He was neither handsome nor ugly, but as Vincent had nothing to do, he answered and the conversation began. At first, it’s a fairly boring conversation. At the same time, Vincent is watching videos on the internet and answers from time to time to get the conversation going again. The man asks him what he does for a living. Vincent doesn’t really like answering and simply says that he’s an IT student, but that doesn’t work out too well. Then he asks him what he does for a living. His answer: “I run a high-security prison.” This immediately excited Vincent and gave him ideas. He doesn’t know what to say, but he’d love to see a real prison and even more… He just replies that it’s very interesting for a lot of people and even fascinating. The conversation goes on for hours. Little by little, it becomes clearer that if possible, Vincent would like to visit the prison. The man doesn’t give a straight answer and Vincent wants to know whether it’s possible or not.

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Corporate Takeover – Chapter 06

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Note from Metal: This is a “fan imagined” conclusion to the story Corporate Takeover by lthr_jock. To start at the very beginning of this story, which originally appeared in the Prison Library back in 2020, click for Part 1.

By @bdsmsubrex

Brian woke to the familiar hum of the Blu-ray, his body encased in the leather harness and jockstrap, the scent of leather and sweat mingling with the lingering memory of Ken’s cigar smoke. His cock strained against the tight jockstrap, a constant reminder of his arousal. The supplements on the nightstand beckoned, but he hesitated, a flicker of unease cutting through the haze. He shook it off, popped two tablets, and headed to Ironworks, his mind already drifting to the next visit to Cuir Experience.

At the shop, Dave greeted him with a knowing grin, his leather vest stretched tight across his muscled chest. “Brian, you’re becoming a regular,” Dave said, leaning on the counter. “You’ve done us a solid — buying up the estate to save Boltz and this place.” Brian nodded, his chest swelling with pride, though the supplements dulled his usual sharpness. “As a thank you,” Dave continued, his tone shifting to command, “you’re to attend a weekend training with Master William, the local BDSM Master. Starts tomorrow. Be at Boltz at 6 PM sharp. Understood?”

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It started with Mitts –Part 16

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By Bondagegimp

Dusk

At some point, the sun reaches the horizon – a wonderful play of colors enchants sky and landscape. I turn to Bob. He looks at me with a loving yet slightly sad gaze and kisses me passionately again. As soon as the sun has set, he reaches for the muzzle and puts it on me – this time without a gag, just with the padded leather shell. It doesn’t completely prevent me from speaking, but it’s so tight that I can only open my mouth with difficulty, and my words are very muffled.

Bob stands up, gets a chain and locks: He attaches one end of the chain to the chain between my ankle cuffs, and the other somewhere on my back to the straitjacket. The chain is long enough that I can still kneel, but I can no longer walk. Now Bob starts to clear away the dishes from the picnic. Since he’s leaving me in the straitjacket and has also tied my feet, I can’t help him. So, I just sit there, enjoy the warm evening air and watch Bob collect everything and put it in boxes.

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