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The Upper Peninsula

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By MetalbondNYC

I should have been more careful when I went to meet this guy Derek I only knew from online. We had connected about a year and a half earlier on a handcuff collectors message board. I started there as a lurker, reading about Peerless cuffs, the way Smith & Wessons double lock, and modern versions of old prison-issue restraints. Eventually I began posting a few photos of the modern cuffs I had bought online, nothing too personal, just safe questions about lock mechanisms and chain weights. Derek — posting under the handle AlphaLock — always stood out.

His replies were detailed and confident, full of practical knowledge about how a particular cuff’s pin felt under tension or how the number of chain links changed the entire experience. After he commented on one of my pictures, calling it “solid but tame,” we moved to direct messages. What began as technical talk about hardware slowly drifted into deeper conversations. Against my better judgment, about six months in, I shared a couple of fantasies — nothing explicit, just the quiet admission that I often thought about being in long-term locking metal restraints myself, the kind of situation that lasted days instead of minutes or hours, where the locks are genuinely inescapable and control is handed over completely.

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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 02

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By PupMax

Author note: This 100% fantasy story is inspired by different BDSM comics, artwork and stories.

Roughly six months had gone by. My business had grown dramatically, as more men learned about my services from word-of-mouth advertising. Clients began to fly in from different cities, and I had to hire a full staff to keep up with demand. Tom would become a full-time business partner and heavily invested his own money to help us buy more vehicles and a building that would be our headquarters. The HQ would have a full garage to service and repair the variety of cars, trucks, and vans we now used for our ever-expanding services. The HQ also included offices, a small gym, showers for employees and clients, beds for employees, and lastly a kitchen to keep everyone well fed.

The new fleet of vehicles allowed us new opportunities for Bondage Transport Services. We added in an all-day driving service that kept a client bound, gagged, tied or chained up in the trunk of a car, bed of a truck, or back of a van. The vehicles would drive for upwards of 6 to 8 hours all around the city and surrounding suburban spawl while our clients struggled. I loved seeing men getting chained up in the bed of a truck and watching their face disappear behind a hood before the driver rolled the cover over the truck bed, hiding the client from the public’s prying eyes. I also enjoyed seeing multiple men hogtied, hooded, locked in chastity, and tossed into the back of a van; knowing those men would be struggling for hours next to each other made my cock strain in its new chastity cage.

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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 01

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By PupMax

Author note: This is a 100% fantasy story inspired by different BDSM comics, artwork and stories.

The idea for my business started out when I began helping friends who needed to be picked up and dropped off at the airport a few years ago. The kinky talks we had on the trips led to me carrying gags, cuffs, blindfolds, chain collar, and nipple clamps. My friend Tom, who had to fly out the most, was the first customer of mine and eventual business partner. After a long week traveling he climbed into the backseat my car from his evening flight to see a large red ball gag, nipple clamps, handcuffs and a face mask. Tom was surprised at first to see the bondage gear in the back seat, but he excitedly began putting it on after I explained my new idea. The nipple clamps would be hidden behind clothes, the ballgag hidden behind a face mask and the handcuffs wouldn’t be noticed by passers-by.

Tom would spread the word to my other kinky riders, and every one of them requested the Bondage Transport Service back home from the airport. The standard airport service would be an $80 to $200 charge depending on the time of day and length of ride, and all riders would be collared, cuffed, gagged, nipples clamped and blindfolded. Gags hidden behind facemasks and blindfolds hidden by sunglasses kept prying eyes from suspicion that my passengers were not any different from any others in ride shares or taxis.

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Jayson’s Nightmare – Part 01

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By Forced Chastity Lover

Jayson struggled ineffectually as he was pushed up against the wall.  His well-developed muscles were useless to him in his dazed condition.  The collar encircled his neck and clamped his head back against the wall.  His arms were held away from his body with the bicep and wrist straps. The leather strap around the chest held him upright and restricted movement.

Ryan, his biggest fraternity rival in the house, knelt and spread his legs one at a time, locking the ankles to the wall.  He repeated the maneuver with the thigh straps.  Jayson was now securely held against the wall with minimal movement possible.  Ryan stepped back to admire his handywork.

Standing in front of him, affixed to the wall, was six foot four inches of solid, well-developed musculature weighing in at 240 pounds.  He had luscious brown hair topping his head, while bright blue eyes peered out at him from a movie-star-quality face.  His biceps were 19 inches and solid; his pecs stood out from his chest like pillows.  Two rock-hard pillows.  His nipples were well centered in each pec, sticking out slightly like two arrows pointing the way.

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Iron Range – Part 05

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By Linc

Owen dropped him at the end of the drive a little after lunch, where the gravel met the county road and the fields stretched out like they had all the time in the world.

Jack swung his duffel down from the passenger seat and set it at his feet. The wind had teeth today, not biting hard yet, but sharp enough to remind him the season was turning.

“Thanks,” Jack said.

Owen nodded, hands still on the wheel. He started to speak, stopped, then offered, “Text me when you’re settled.”

Jack gave him a small smile. “Yeah. I will.”

Owen’s truck rolled away, tires crunching until the sound thinned into the wider quiet. Jack watched the taillights until they disappeared behind a rise.

Then he turned and started walking.

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Warden – Part 02

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By Jordan Thomas

Chapter 2 – Exploration

Over the course of several days, 42-year-old Philip was curious about his findings, but tonight during his night shift again, he got bored. Since there wasn’t much to do other than playing with some stuff on his desk, he managed to take another peek into the room.

Beep. The green light flashed again.

This time the door opened easily, not like before. To his surprise the room was lit — the lights were already on when he opened the door. Strange. He paced around the room again until he reached the rows of cabinets he had previously opened like a treasure chest. He took a quick look through the glass on each cabinet until he stopped in front of the last one that he hadn’t opened before because he got interrupted by his colleague. He put his hands on the handle and slowly opened the cabinet. The door swung open easily, and inside was a full CO uniform but made in leather. In conclusion there were 5 cabinets; those 5 held things he had never seen before aside from porn websites. But the last one — it was unnerving.

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Warden – Part 01

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By Jordan Thomas

Chapter 1 – Finding

The name is Philip Carrington, a regular corrections officer (CO) from a small town in Colorado. He used to be a Marine, so he had that “big tough guy” build: broad shoulders, big chest, thick thighs, and a neat crew cut. But for some reason, after a few years on the floor lingering around the cell blocks, one day he was assigned a desk job to handle administration of the prison inventory. You know, the one who handles stockkeeping for the equipment used in the prison, like shackles, cuffs, etc. For some it may be a nice thing to not walk around the facility and just hang around in a room, but for Philip it was torture as he’s an active person and now he’s stuck at his desk providing things that other COs ask for.

After a few days stuck in his mundane fort of solitude, he decided to do routine checks on the inventory. At the back of the room there was a door behind some old shelves. He was intrigued by it and tried to clear up some space by dragging the empty shelf away. To his surprise the door had some stickers that he could not quite read because of the dust sticking to the old peeled sticker. He wiped them off a little, ran his hands over the residue, and got a glimpse of the wording that said: “HIGH RISK SUPPLIES: AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY.”

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It started with Mitts – Part 20-3

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By Bondagegimp

Awakening

Walking through this garden gate has a special, almost symbolic impact on me. Sure, Bob’s property extends all the way to the street, but this area enclosed by bushes and a fence has been my world until now, a world in which Bob held me captive. Now I’m leaving it. Now I’m leaving Bob.

Oh Bob, why do you have to make it so hard for us? A few concessions would have been enough, and I would have stayed. But he’s completely uncompromising. And so contradictory! He wants me to stay, to submit to him, and yet at the same time, he’s not attracted to slaves who submit willingly. The two guys in the bar offered themselves to him, but that’s precisely why he didn’t want them. He wants to feel resistance, he wants to force, to subjugate. And yes, sometimes that turns me on too, I admit it. But just because I find some things arousing doesn’t mean I can simply give up my whole life. Does he really love me, or does he just want a plaything to satisfy his sexual desires?

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