By Jackson Amacher
I’m not an expert in paintball, but I had played a few times before. My friend Jonas knew that, so he invited me on a game at a famous site in western North Carolina with a couple of his friends, and
I agreed to go along. We drove out there Friday after work, doing about 90 in Jonas’ new Ford Explorer. There was the two of us, plus three other guys Jonas knew.
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This website is four years old today.
Here are some of my favorite and more popular postings from the past four years (in no particular order):
High-security lock box for handcuffs
Richard Hunter says I am a wimp
A rubber dude gets bolted down with chains and padlocks
Click for Chained Muscle
This is what rts wears when he is writing bondage stories for Metalbond:
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By Catdude
A sharp buzz roused me out of my sleep, grey concrete walls were the first thing to welcome me back to the world of wakefulness; that and, of course, the thick steel bars. I stretched out, the thin mattress on the floor was only slightly better than nothing at all, which was the price I would pay for disobedience. I reflected on this as I stretched, every muscle ached, but I was used to that now, the dull throbbing pain had become just another part of my everyday life.
Brick
Etienne
Kalabro
Leo Ravenswood
Madeira Desouza
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Zach
By Straitjacketed
Constable Jim Johnstone put down his book and sighed inwardly. He was bored: bored with the rain drumming on the tin roof of the tiny two-man watch hut, bored with the task he’d been allotted – sitting night guard on one of the more remote Royal Canadian Mounted Police supply warehouses, which had been broken into in recent months – and, most of all, bored with having to play nursemaid to Hank.