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Buying Love – The Admiral’s Origin Story: Part 01

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Note: This is a final installment of “Buying Love,” and it is an origin story for The Admiral and a few other characters mentioned in Buying Love and Bro to Ho. This is a long story, and it will be presented in four parts. This story is a work of fiction that contains themes of peril involving a shipwreck. It includes bondage, chastity, gay sex, and male-on-male love. All depicted characters are over the age 18.

Buying Love – The Admiral’s Origin Story: Part 01
By Cutieboy90

On the patio of the Genoa Yacht Club – Genoa, Italy…

“Ahoy, Silber! We got a late one!”

Jonathon Silber smiled as he turned his binoculars toward the harbor. “Oh yes. Almost two hours, too.” He noted the time on his phone. “Odd for a line that has such a good reputation for punctuality.” He watched as the small freighter made its way to its dock, oily black smoke puffing from its funnel.

“Late, and in need of a tune up.”

“You’d have never let your diesels get that bad, Roger.”

Roger sighed. “Nope… My ships were always clean and spotless. My crews could eat their breakfasts off the engine room floors. God I miss those days.”

“Heh,” Silber gave his old friend a nudge. “Perhaps they’ll take you on as an inspector. Or maintenance supervisor.”

“And give up the joys of retirement!? Never!”

“Well then do shut up about the good old days, would you?” A chipper British accent said from behind. “I’d rather forget about the dinosaurs we had as pets.”

“Ah Nelson!” They looked up at their other friend as he set a heavy-looking case down.

“What’s this?” Silber nodded to the case.

“My monocular, of course.” Nelson said proudly.

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James — 2024 Update

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By Thunder

Note: This is an update from a long-standing story by Thunder. To start at the very beginning, click for Part 1.

It’s been over five years since I updated this story, so I hope you will remember me. You know how it goes though, you wake up and think, “today is the day I am going to write an update” and then your head hurts, or a ball bounces by, or, in my case, your husband refuses to take off your paws so you can type while telling you that dogs don’t choose when and when they are not human, at least not anymore.

So a really fast summary update, and then I will go into more detail. It’s 2024, I am almost 58 years old now, and I have been married to Alan, husband, trainer and owner, for almost 30 years. For the past six years, my husband’s boyfriend, Todd, also my trainer and theoretical owner, has also lived with us, with me being the unofficial cuckdog throughout this time.

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Crag

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By POW

The story so far…

Elias is a male dom looking for a reluctant sub. Owen is a reluctant sub because he’s a straight sub.

NOTE: This is part of a much longer story called “Dr. “NOOOO!!!” — and this chapter has been slightly altered to suit the Metalbond site. For the full story, click here, but be forewarned that the complete story, especially the end, features a female dom. If you’re interested in primarily male-on-male action, try the chapter below, as well as chapters 3 and 8 on POW’s site.

 

Dr. “NOOOO!!!” chapter 7 – Crag

 

Crag isn’t quite a bar and isn’t quite a club. It’s more of a co-op based in what used to be a manufacturing plant for railcar parts in the old industrial area of town. The members pool their resources to have a shared space for play and equipment and they host public events like tonight’s once a month. I’m not a member, so I pay the high guest rate when I visit, which is not all that often. I tend to hang out at the bars farther north in Edgewater when I’m looking for leather companionship, but I’ve visited Crag a time or two before. Great atmosphere – huge high ceilings, big rooms to play in with echoey concrete walls in a lot of them. A good dungeon vibe. And unlike the Edgewater bars, the focus here was not on drinks or conversation, but on getting physical. The money the co-op brought in was not to make a profit for a business but instead got reinvested into either the space or the gear.

I was dressed in my best: black leather from hat to boots, tight in all the places I wanted to show off like waist, biceps, and thighs. Short-sleeved lambskin shirt under a zip-front vest (unzipped) with a jacket over top, also open at the front now that we were inside out of the chill. Hunter boots down below and a biker cap on my head and I was looking every inch the alpha top.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 12

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Note: This is the final chapter. To start at the beginning, click here.

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 12 – Chaos and Isolation

Immediately, the office is in chaos. French doors to the office burst open, and four guys in SWAT uniforms with masked faces all surround Denny. They all have paintball weapons, and they are pointed at him. They are also screaming.

“DOWN ON THE FLOOR! NOW! DOWN! DOWN!”

Before he can compose himself, the chair is pulled out from under him and he tries to kneel and keep his hands up. A metal barrel pokes him – there is so much happening that he can’t be sure whether or not the weapons are real.

“Wait, I thought it was you all. I don’t know these other guys. Wait, no no no!”

Denny’s hands are up, and he is on the floor.

“FACE DOWN! FACE DOWN!” one of the masked guys yells as they yank his phone away from him. As Denny goes down he briefly looks up and catches sight of Nathan and Ben. They are looking straight at him, saying nothing, calm as can be.

Denny’s hands are yanked behind his back and restrained with two pairs of handcuffs. Another one of the force is cuffing his ankles together. The third force member pulls Denny’s ankles up, folding his knees, and he zip-ties Denny’s ankle cuffs tightly to his handcuffs. He is hogchained and helpless.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 11

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Note: This is the second to last chapter.

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 11 – The Townhouse
SUNDAY MORNING – 2:00am

Another hour has passed. The van is making city turns, and Denny deduces they are getting into town and probably close to the men’s house. Time has become completely fluid during this episode, and Denny realizes he’s got very little clue what time it might be. But as the loading doors open, Denny realizes there’s very little noise outside, and he surmises from the apparent lack of traffic that it’s the wee hours of the morning.

About 10 minutes pass. Denny and Ken hear the men unloading gear and cases while they lie hogtied, gagged, and muzzled on the bunk beside one another. Then they hear a side door of the van slide open. One of the men comes back and begins undoing the hogtie tether from Ken’s head, then Denny’s. It’s Ben, Denny can smell him.

He unties the men’s legs and helps them out of the bunk. “Let’s go, men.” He brings Ken to the side door first, then Denny. The van is right up at the curb, with Chad and Ari on either side of the path in, providing a screen to deflect curiosity from anyone who might be on the street at 2am.

Each of the captives gets seated in a guest chair after being ushered into the house, a brownstone six steps above ground level.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 10

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By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 10 – Eat & Run

In two adjacent isolation cells, the captives are being prepared to sit down for a meal. They’re being kept bound and gagged, so the preparation is a little unusual. Not to mention they are still recovering from particularly intense experiences.

Denny has been lowered by hoist to the padded floor of the cell, and Ben unlocks his head from the VR helmet. Ben releases Denny’s legs from the hogtie and stands him up. Denny’s arms are bound in a rope harness, and his head is buckled into a black leather muzzle, covering a silicone gag in his mouth. Ben moves in and wraps his muscular body around Denny, pressing him into a bear hug.

“Mmmmphhmmmmm timenmmm let mmmmp go Mmmph?” (“is it time to be let go?”)

He moans and his eyes adjust to the light, and he sees the padded room where he has been kept a few hours. It is an isolation room. A cell.

His head touches Ben’s masked face and leans on his shoulder.

Ben’s gloved hand reaches out and gently presses Denny’s head into his shoulder. The warm smell of Ben’s leather and his man musk nearly overwhelms Denny.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 09

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By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 9 – Swinging

While Ken is in his cell, bound and gagged in the chair getting an education in what “edging” means, Denny is still getting his VR therapy in the neighboring cell. He is hogtied and attached to the ceiling, struggling in highly constrictive bondage, gagged with Silencilicone and locked into a VR device controlling his vision and audio.

“Denny?” The voice is back on the VR audio. It’s Chad again.

Denny slowly wakes up and snaps out of what was in his mind. He struggles a little after figuring out he’s on the floor.

“MmmphMm!”

“Denny. I know you can’t speak to me anymore. But we can still communicate. I have access to your head movements. So I know whether you nod yes or no. And of course I can still hear you. So you can utter some sounds like “mmm hmmm,” or “unh unh” if you want to say yes or no.”

“Grrmpphhhmmmm!” Denny shakes his head no, trying to figure out what happened since he emerged from hypnosis.

“No. No, you can’t. Denny. But it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here. We can keep talking. Does that make you feel a little better?”

Nothing.

“Denny, are you with me? I can’t take care of you if you don’t talk to me.”

“Mmmmmmphhh, mmmmmm, mee, mmmmouutt” (let me out). He pushes on the tongue of his gag and moves his hands tightly tied in his hogtie.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 08

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By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 8 – Edging

Ari and Nathan have escorted Ken to the second padded room. Ben follows them.  Once they get into the room, Nathan shuts the door behind and dims the lights.  The walls are bright white, as is the floor – in this room it has white rubber matting with a floor drain – and Nathan wants to soothe Ken, not assault his eyes.

He slides the hood off of Ken, and Ken takes in the surroundings. His arms are still bound in a rope harness, and he has a multi layered cowboy bandanna gag on.

In front of him is a strange looking chair, and it startles Ken. It’s a seat with fixed recline, but on a metal frame with a curved seat bottom. Padded frame components stretch out in a V from the seat, and it seems to Ken it’s meant to be sat in with legs spread.  There are curved pads beneath where the thighs go, and upholstered pads on the lower parts, above the foot pads, where calves could slip into. The leg pockets half-remind Ken of a massage chair at the mall, but this looks much more diabolical than anything he’s seen before.

The room is a whole other experience.  It is certainly a padded cell, insulated from noise. In fact, all ambient noise is gone, and Ken wonders if he’ll be kept prisoner there.  His heart is starting to thump with concern.

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