By Marknorth
“Put it on.”
“No.”
“I said put it on.”
“Look, I don’t wanna do this anymore. Just let me out of this cell and we can have a laugh and I’ll head home. I’m just not ready for all of this – I thought I was, but I’m not.”
“Put it on.”
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Mike and Rory
I walked back to the dorm I lived in after a late lecture that evening. I had barely sat down when there was a knock at the door. “Come in” I called. Mike and Rory entered my room. Now seeing Mike and Rory was always a treat for me – they were both around 6 foot and athletic build. Mike had short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes; Rory was blond with blue eyes. Tonight was extra special as they were both in army cammos. I figured they must have either been to or were about to go to a University Regiment meeting. I wasn’t out at this time but I certainly noticed great looking guys like Mike and Rory.
Locker Room Tales – Resigned to Fate
By Marknorth
The rest of the school year went by slowly. I was able to get a job working in the main cafeteria during the day and cleaning up the classrooms at night. The team captain had somehow arranged it and he told me that there was no reason for me not to work all day – I wouldn’t have any kind of social life, anyway.
Close Calls With Self-Bondage When I Was a Teenager
By Bind
I have had several close calls with self bondage. It is a very dangerous activity. Here are four times when I was a teenager when I nearly killed myself by accident, or caused serious damage to myself.
Story 1: The Dog Chain
We owned the stupidest dog in the world. It was completely un-trainable. It couldn’t even learn “sit.” Every time anyone went into the back yard the dog jumped all over them and sniffed their crotch.
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Encased
Chapter 1
I had been planning this experience for several weeks, and if it was half as horny as the planning, it would be an incredible time.
I had been wearing my chastity belt for the last week, constantly horny about what was going to happen, but helpless to do anything about it. The belt was tight around my waist and had a secure shield over my cock, preventing any stimulation. I had occasionally been using the secure butt plug fitting of the belt, going out for the day with the large plug locked in and the keys at home, in training for my experience.
Redneck Justice – The Punishment Cage
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.
Be Careful What You Wish For
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.)
My Week Locked Up in a U.S. Marshal’s Holding Cell
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.
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