By Prisoner
When the game becomes pain and the fantasy real.
I was 19 when I first came out to California from Iowa. It was simple, really, I moved to San Francisco because I couldn’t take Des Moines any longer. Even now, there’s not a whole lot a gay kid can do in Iowa. I figure I’m pretty good looking, light brown hair, hazel eyes and a smooth swimmers build. In fact, in high school I was captain of the swim team. Anyway, I figured I’d do alright in the Gay capital of the world.
By Nightbrawler240
When I bid on the slaughterhouse in sheriff’s sale I was ecstatic when I was informed the transaction went through. Having a background in engineering and architecture pays off when you have a devious mind such as mine. The first thing I did upon entering the building was to see what was left, what was salvageable, and what was to be removed. That was over a year ago, and now, for the last two months, I now have a fully automated “dungeon” in the privacy of an inconspicuous building where one would expect to hear all types of sounds.
By Jamie
Hi Metal, Just to let you know that I will actually be enduring the new version of the ‘Torture Trap’ in the next few months. There is a guy in Bristol who will be carrying out the session and has agreed for selected people to come along and carry out there own tortures on the soles of my feet while I am securely locked up and helpless in the device.
This story was written by Kronmire and illustrated by Amalaric
Colton Murray wiped his dripping brow as he paused in the back-breaking labor of lifting yet another bale of spring hay into the barn loft of his family farm. Just the thought of “family farm” made him wince — his mother had remarried Les Caldwell just a year before her own death from cancer. Now the farm belonged to his stepfather, and since the trust set up by his mother with a large fund for his schooling was also under Caldwell’s control, Colt had to obey the stern, unloving man at least until he turned 25.
By Steve
If one man possesses something another man needs, the weaker man should admit that his hunger has defeated him, then humbly allow the stronger man to take the maximum possible profit and pleasure out of his victory.
By CHP Dehners
It all started off as a thought composed from a thousand images and hundreds of conversations. A distillation of so many vibrations that all lead to the cock!
Tonight I’m going to install the hood that took years to make. A second to design, one thought that lead me on the pursuit of perfection. Riding down an escalator to the subway, the thought came and I saw the hood all at once. My cock responded by growing hard in my jeans … I knew it was the one.
Author unkown
I sighed, and kept waiting. What else could i do? I was in my sleep sack and to make sure I moved as little as possible, master added several belts over it. I sighed again, the gasmask with rebreather balloon makes it hard on you after a while. I felt a droplet of water falling down on my face, it must be at least an hour I was in this state. Master said He had a surprise for me when he’d be back. Dunno when that’ll be. I was intrigued… a surprise… Once he locked me up in cage for 3 days, I didn’t like that surprise. Another time we went to a good restaurant and had a superb meal with really good wine. I liked that surprise a lot.
By Collector2
Hi Metal, I would like to get some feedback / ideas from yourself and your readers about a predicament I find myself in.
Just to give you some background first. I am a switch. I love to bottom for heavy bondage but rarely get a chance here. Most of the time when I do get to play I am top as I know way more about it than any of the other guys that are around here. I also don’t believe in doing something to someone else that I haven’t experienced first myself so that I know the feelings and the limits. This philosophy has stood me in good stead so far.