Story by slavelabor, artwork by GaryRo
The thugs untied Jason from the wooden frame and quickly reattached the heavy metal shackles to his wrists and ankles. The chain attaching his wrists hung across his broad muscular shoulders. The longed haired thug who Jason now knew as Junior and was obviously Virgil’s son marched him from the shed into a field at the edge of the road running by Virgil’s farm.
By Aqualaguy
After I’d written my story “Conversion”, which was a fantasy piece where I was transformed from a human into a human urinal by S c o t t C a a n and a number of other anonymous men in wetsuits, I was approached by a loyal reader of the Metalbond blog. (He has requested that I keep him anonymous, so I will respect that. You will understand why by the time you reach the end of this story. For literary purposes, I will simply call him KH.)
By Bind
I like all forms of bondage. I have very diverse interests, but my favorite kind of bondage is imprisonment that lasts for days. I have a severe prison fixation that I have had to keep under control. In addition to the prison fantasy, I like role plays where I get to become a convicted felon with no freedom or rights, locked up in a cell. It is a kind of escape from reality being someone who is not like me, playing the bad guy. I had done some prison scenes lasting up to three days, but I wanted a longer time in lock up.
Continue reading My Week Locked Up in a U.S. Marshal’s Holding Cell
By John Strickland
an excerpt
Zac wrenched ineffectually in his straitjacket. His skills as an escape artist would do him no good in that maximum security prison restraint.
He didn’t know whether to find help or to hide. He just stood there bewildered for a while, his bare feet cold on the damp sidewalk.
A car went by. It didn’t even slow down. No-one in that car had noticed his plight.
By Marknorth
Part 3
Intellectually, I knew that I shouldn’t have posted those pathetic, pleading messages on the site. Emotionally, however, I had no choice. I needed my freedom back. The chastity in and of itself was almost tolerable; but his nearly sadistic control was not. My life was no longer my own. Every little misstep I made was punished – sometimes to the point of brutality.
By Spike aka Teesskin
Most folk who know me will tell you I’m a decent sort of guy, very open-minded with a good sense of humor and a taste for the fetish and kink. They will also tell you I love my bondage to be extremely hardcore and heavy and lasting hours, sometimes days, not minutes, and there’s hardly ever room for sex or sexual play, so before I tell you about a recent Saturday afternoon at a friend’s farm, let me first say it’s a pleasure to be now in touch with METALBOND and to share a recent weekend session with you all via his blog.
Continue reading Saturday Down on the Fetish Farm: A true adventure by Spike aka Teesskin
By Marknorth
Part 2
I sat and stared at the screen for a long time. I re-read the old message that was in the pop-up window mocking me. What the hell had happened? How the hell was I so stupid? I reread the last paragraph for the umpteenth time:
Remember when you asked me about those pathetic postings from those other guys who I have locked-up? None of them set a time limit on their lock-ups either. Now they all beg for release. You’ll be just like them soon enough………
By Marknorth
I had been experimenting with chastity for years. I had tried numerous cock cages, but never found a key holder to keep me locked-up. I had been able to keep myself locked-up for weeks and, in one case, several months. But, in the end, I had access to the key and could always release myself. I was usually able to make it to the time limit that I set for myself but, occasionally, I cheated and released myself when it began to get uncomfortable (or when I was too horny to make it any longer.)