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A Visit to Serious Male Bondage

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By Mikey

They freed me from the neoprene sack, after struggling so much, I was covered in sweat and drool from the gag, but very happy and turned on. Mark had set up a standing metal cage in the corner closet, so Dalton grabbed a Mr. S leather straightjacket, and they put me in it, wearing nothing by my Wescos. Daddy Tony strapped it up nice and tight too, making sure the sleeve buckles went underneath the loops on the side of the jacket, and cinching up the strap on the forearms nice and tight!

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Number 6 – Part 4

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Finally that day’s class was ended. He told everyone to come back the next day for the second day of class. He said that there would be a chance to get some hands-on experience by practicing some of the techniques he’d taught on a volunteer. He didn’t say who the volunteer was, but I knew. It was me.

I stuck around while the students filed out. Number 7 could see me and came up to me. I had several questions I wanted to ask him. He started by quizzing me. “Were you here for the whole session?”

“Yes.”

“So you know some of the torture that you will be experiencing?”

“Yes.”

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Copdar – Banned From the Mall

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By Cuffsandcops

The city where I attended college had two malls. I worked at a store in one of them during the end of my undergrad. I was attentive to the loss prevention officers in the store and the mall cops that regularly patrolled the corridors. Any time officers from the local police department were in the store, I made it a point to be nearby to see what they were up to. Unfortunately, the mall and my store in particular, were not very popular, because it lacked the size and variety that the other mall in town had.

The other retail center was always bustling with people in its multiple levels and large food court. The mall cops there wore white uniform shirts, blue pants, Stratton hats, and duty belts with everything but a holster for a weapon. Whenever I was there, I would take a few extra laps around just to see if I would cross paths with one of the officers. Since I didn’t work at this location, I began to take chances by engaging the mall cops in conversation about their duties and the gear they carried when I could get them to stop to talk.

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Jimmy’s Vacation – Part 5

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By lostouteast

John sipped from his large mug of coffee and looked away from his book at the monitor he had installed in his living room. John had made a token effort to read over the last hour, but had met with minimal success. After all, there was something far more interesting demanding John’s attention, namely the green tinged video feed showing a smooth boy struggling futilely in the dark against unforgiving restraints enforcing a stressful strappado position.

The sound of heavy breathing pulsed out of the baby monitor punctuated by the rattling of chains and low pitched groans. John silently noted that the chains had rattled more frequently in the last 15 minutes and that the pitiful moans of pain that followed had increased markedly in urgency. It wouldn’t be long now…

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Copdar – An Introduction

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By Cuffsandcops

After chatting with Metalbond himself for a while and as a result of his encouragement, there are some stories that have to be told of my experiences with members of the Law Enforcement community. Some of these tales are sexual and some of them are not. The title of these stories comes from my uncanny ability to pick out officers on apps, websites, and in the real world. I have no problems approaching officers who are on duty and asking them questions. I am very fortunate to have some that can be called friends throughout the country who have contributed to the experiences that will be shared.

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Pleasing Sir

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By Silkshirt

Here is a story that I started but never finished. I thought you might like to read it or pass it on to one of your writers to add or alter as he wishes.

I could barely see his outline, as I stared out into the darkness. Feeling the rope that held my arms tightly, cut into my wrist, behind the chair that I had been placed on.

“Time to get that collar on you, lad,” I heard him say, as the shadow moved behind the chair. I feel the coldness of the brass collar stud against my neck as he placed them front and back into the shirt tunic he had forced me into earlier. “I’ve gotten for you a stunner today lad, lets get ya in it boy, where you belong.”

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Number 6 – Part 3

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By Mister-X / Spartan

After that middle of the night conversation, nothing out of the ordinary happened for a week. I’d been taken back to the gym for my exercises, and had started getting my body back into proper condition. Then one day there was a change. The three guards came into my room again, including the one who had visited me. I was soon being marched, restrained as always, to another room.

I was sat down on a metal chair which had straps attached, and was soon restrained tightly to it. Another man entered the room. The three guards were positioned at the back. My blindfold and gag were removed. When he started speaking I recognized the voice who had addressed all of us. I realized then that this had been a test.

“Number 6, I am disappointed in you. You were visited by one of my guards with a story to test your loyalty to me, and you didn’t report the conversation. Why?”

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Number 6 – Part 2

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Soon I heard a cart being wheeled down the hallway. It was stopped at my cell, and my door was opened. I found myself being lifted off the bed by two men and taken over to where I thought the cart was stopped. I was set down, apparently on the cart. I was in a sitting position, though the seat was sunken, so that it would take quite an effort for me to get myself up and out of the seat even if completely unrestrained. I felt straps being placed over various parts of my body and being pulled tight. Over my ankles, over my lower legs, over my upper legs, on and on it went, each strap tightly attaching me to the cart, pulled tight and buckled. Finally, with the straps over my neck and mouth, I was ready to be transported. It was quickly and efficiently done.

I was wheeled down the hallway and into a large room. I could hear the sound of a lot of people talking, which gradually died down as I was wheeled into the room. Finally I was stopped being moved. I heard someone say “take off his blindfold. I always like to see the fear in my victim’s eyes.” The person’s voice was being magnified so it could be heard throughout the room.

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