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.

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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.)

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By Catdude

The sun had set and the area was lit by the harsh, fake light of the streetlights, shadows filled the gaps where the light pools failed to meet, a van drove between these alternating pools of light and shadow ahead a warehouse that was indistinguishable from the ones around it waited. The van pulled up to the roller doors at the front of the warehouse, the roller door opened to admit it and then closed behind it, with a certain finality.

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By Marknorth

Part 1

The drive was long and bumpy. The trunk soon became warm and I was hardly able to move inside the equipment duffle.  I was dreading what was to come.  The treatment at their hands so far had been horrible and I knew that there was only more of the same to come.

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By John Strickland

an excerpt

From behind, Zac tugged Keagan’s T-shirt over his head.

“Hey!” exclaimed Keagan. “My T-shirt!” he said.

Keagan had a great body. He had filled out a lot since the last year to become athletic and muscular.

“You don’t need a T-shirt,” said Stefan, already picking up the straitjacket. “Leather lining!” he said. “You sure you’re ready for this, Keagan?” He noticed Keagan’s nipples were erect. He noticed Keagan’s crotch was bulging.

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By Marknorth

Part 1

I was never much of a jock.  Alright, to be truthful, I wasn’t athletic in the least.  I had never played any sports in High School – I was too small and too uncoordinated.  I hated gym class – it only proved the point and the other guys never failed to point out how inept I was.  They hated having me on their team as I was sure to screw up and cost them the game.  The football team was the worst at harassing me.  They would make sure that I was somehow tackled by mistake every time we played flag football in gym.

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