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.)
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.
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.
By Marknorth
Danny had spent most of the winter planning the upcoming trip and as it got closer he became more and more excited. I had to smile every time I talked to him – his enthusiasm was contagious!
I had met him in late fall of last year and we hit it off right from the start. I don’t like the bar scene so it sometimes is tough to meet guys, but Danny and I literally bumped into each other in the supermarket. He accidently hit me with his cart and as I spun around to swear I found myself gazing into the deepest brown eyes that I had ever seen.
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.