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The Alpha Who Moved in Next Door

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By Cuffed Locked

I couldn’t believe my luck when that smokin’ hot guy moved in next door. He drove a pickup truck. Tall and lean, short buzzcut, muscled arms and wearing a sleeveless T. If I had known the trouble I would eventually get into with this alpha guy, I might have thought twice before even going over there in the first place to introduce myself. He was bringing in some boxes that were stacked up in his driveway. I introduced myself as his next-door neighbor and offered to help.

He sized me up right quick and got me to help him move some of those boxes into his three-stall garage. He was friendly but also a bit devilish, almost cocky. Guys like that who are so good looking, in my experience, can often be trouble. I think he might have noticed me checking him out, but he didn’t seem to mind. He told me his name was Ryan and that he was a firefighter.

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Tough Guy

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By Cutieboy90

Gary is a big lug. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky masculine swagger, the blond construction worker is the epitome of tough guy.  Yeah, he’s a big tough manly man, but once he’s out of the carharts and steel-toed boots, he’s just a big teddybear. This afternoon, he’s hogtied on the bed next to me as I write. His hair is matted with sweat, and he’s panting lightly though the thick socks tied in his mouth. He wriggles his toes as I brush my fingertips along his body, idly tracing his spine and ribs. I can see his eyes fluttering gently.

“That’s it, big guy,” I whisper in a soothing voice. “You get to relax now that I’ve got you.”

“Mmmmhmmm…” Gary moans with a nod.

I reach over his broad back and feel his feet.

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Interactive Jail Tour

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By Hot Boy

Australia

Perth Old Jail Museum

After a fairly boring day looking round Perth, Ross stumbled upon the Old Jail. He quite fancied a look around — it would allow him to indulge in some nice fantasies. However, it looked like it was closed tomorrow — the sign saying, “Closed Wednesday” was a clue — and the security guard seemed to be locking up.

“We’re just closing, mate,” he said.

“No chance of a quick look around?” asked Ross.

“No, mate.” The guard looked Ross up and down, he was a handsome lad in his early twenties, “…although…” he seemed to think for a while, “…we do have a special interactive tour. Although, since it’s quite a bit longer, it is a bit more expensive. I think you’ll really get a lot out of it though.” He grinned, “It sure will be memorable.”

“Eh, yeah, okay, that sounds pretty cool.”

“Come on in then.”

Ross stepped into the foyer, and the guard picked a key from his large bunch and locked the door.

“The idea of the interactive tour,” explained the guard, “is that you get to really experience what it’s like to be a prisoner.”

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26 Hours Locked in a Below-Ground Cell

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Note: this is a re-post of a true bondage story by Bind of Men In Chains, which was previously shared in the Metalbond Prison Library back in 2012. There is video from the experience available at Serious Male Bondage.

By Bind

Mark, the owner of several websites including www.seriousmalebondage.com, has a very interesting thing on his back deck that he built.  They call it the “Deck Cell.”  The first time I saw it in person was February 2012.  I was invited to go up to San Francisco to experience some bondage at Mark’s place that we affectionately call the Serious Bondage Institute.  I was given a tour of the place, then we went outside to the back of his house and I saw it.  The moment that I saw the “deck cell” I knew that I needed to be locked in it.

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My Pal Jock and the Unexpected Door – Part 2

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By Hunter Perez

Making love through the iron bars of a cell door can be an intense experience, as I learned (pardon the expression) the hard way. From my position of being locked within the cell that was previously my bedroom closet, the bars that pressed against my face and body offered a constant reminder of my changed status into a prisoner. For his part, Simon also seemed changed by this set-up – there was no tenderness from him. He didn’t smile and his demands had a rough edge to them. His energy was much more raw and visceral, and he handled me more as a possession than as a lover. Whether he was role-playing in his mind with a jailer-prisoner scenario or whether he became absorbed by the new warped dynamics of our coupling, I can’t say. What I can say is that we were both exhausted when it was finally over.

We sat on the ground with our fingers intertwined and Simon finally gave me the goofy smile that he always offered when serenity followed our lovemaking.

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My Pal Jock and the Unexpected Door – Part 1

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By Hunter Perez

My brother was getting married in Calgary and he asked me to attend the ceremony. When I informed Simon that I would be traveling to Canada for the wedding, he volunteered to be my plus-one and added, “This way, we can have our honeymoon before we get married.”

Of course, marrying Simon was the last thing on my mind, so I diplomatically – or dishonestly, depending how you view it – informed him the ceremony would be a small affair for immediate family only. When he started to sulk, I offered him the consolation prize of house-sitting my apartment during my absence. This was a godsend to him, as he was having problems at home – his roommate was unhappy that Simon somehow set fire to their kitchen while making toast. Well, those things happen if you’re Simon.

My week in Calgary was a lot of fun, but the journey home was torture – I had to get up at 3:00 a.m. to be at the airport for a 5:00 a.m. flight to Toronto, where I would change planes to fly home. Unfortunately, the Toronto flight was delayed for several hours, and the ride from the airport during the afternoon rush hour traffic was an assault on the senses. And all through this horrific journey, I imagined that I would find my residence reduced to Simon-fueled wreckage.

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Grain Bin

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By Bound2plzu

Although I live in a rural part of the south, I am not a farmer and not a fan of most of what it entails. However I have a good friend who is. Blond hair, blue eyes and muscles from now til next week. I often go by his home after getting off work and visit, help out with chores and grab dinner prior to heading home.

Most of our conversations end with him shaking his head in disbelief at something I have said. I am much more liberal than he is, enjoy staying in and having great conversations and debates. Him, not so much. After a long day of farming, he prefers to head to bed shortly after dinner. I’m not sure where in this scenario things shifted, but I let him know that I had some kinks I enjoyed, and let him know that bondage was one of them. I was especially interested in his empty grain bin in the farm yard. Built entirely of steel, it had an inner door that latched on the outside, as well as an exterior door that included a place for a padlock.

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Discipline Technologies Florida Jail

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By Scribe

I read all of the Discipline Technologies brochures. I love bondage, but my play was always short-term and less frequent than I wanted. The thought of long-term confinement really turned me on. My better judgment hesitated, but finally my dick convinced me to contact DT about joining their prison population.

I am single, retired, and well off enough that I could disappear for a while and pay for my incarceration. I emailed DT informing them of my interest. They wrote back saying all their cells were full. Both their main prison and slave factory and their satellite Prison by the Sea were filled to capacity and had long waiting lists. I couldn’t believe how many guys want to be confined and tormented and are willing to pay for the privilege.

The DT representative, however, wrote that they were ready to open a new, third prison. While the main facility was located in the Midwest and the Prison by the Sea was located on the West Coast, the new prison was built at an isolated location in Florida. The DT salesperson assured me that the new facility offered the long-term solitary confinement I was seeking. The cost was not inexpensive but was within what I could afford.

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