The Altar

By Catdude

Part 1

Ah, university, for most our first taste of freedom and a chance to explore, down the track some knowledge apparently is passed along, I was at uni and loving it. I was staying on campus, but (thankfully) not in one of the party colleges, oh don’t get me wrong, there was a buttload of partying going on but thankfully I was in one of the cookie cutter colleges on campus, they were a large 5 story building, nice and simple.

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The final meeting of GMSMA

By MetalbondNYC

This week I attended the final Wednesday night meeting of Gay Male S/M Activists (GMSMA). That’s right, I said “final.” Finished. Done. It’s over. The organization’s annual meeting on Wednesday, June 17, 2009, was billed as a “celebration of GMSMA.”

What’s happening is that after decades of being a vibrant, thriving organization of gay men interested in learning about safe, sane and consensual s/m, GMSMA is now “transitioning” into a non-profit foundation. There will be no more Wednesday night programs.

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During its heyday, GMSMA had hundreds of members from not only New York City but from across the country and even from overseas. Regular meetings were held twice a month, and it was not uncommon for the third floor meeting room of the gay community center on West 13th Street to be jam packed with dozens or even 100 or more men eager to learn and to socialize. One night the topic might be how to tie up your boyfriend in really good rope bondage, another time you could learn all about flogging and whipping, or how to put together a really kick-ass cop or firefighter uniform. There were even some edgier programs like dog training, piss play or force feeding, or fun ones like an s/m game show. Regular “Dungeon Demo” nights were held at local play spaces, where interested men could come and observe hot scenes. Educational workshops and seminars were also held — events like the “School for Lower Education” and “Special Interest Groups” where smaller groups of men could explore and expand their sexual interests in more intimate settings. And closest to my heart, an award-winning print newsletter — NewsLink — was published several times a year. I was privileged to have served as editor of NewsLink for five years.

GMSMA was also an activist organization. Its leaders were instrumental in securing a place at the table for the leather community in groundbreaking gay civil rights marches in our nation’s capital. It was also the first s/m organization to include “S/M” in its title. That may not sound like much of a big deal today, but when GMSMA was founded back in 1981 those who engaged in s/m activities were often looked upon as freaks or deviants — even by those in the larger gay community. Believe it or not, GMSMA had to fight to be allowed to meet at the gay community center. In later years it became one of the center’s biggest financial donor organizations.

There were about 45 men in attendance at the last meeting this week, including a leather top who brought a very sexy and shirtless tattooed slave on a leash, who greeted the men he was introduced to by getting down on his hands and knees and licking their boots. Most who showed up were old-timers — one came in on the train from northeastern Connecticut. A few who came were newer members. At least half — including me — were former board members of the organization who had put in years or in some cases even decades of service to the community. But when the official business of the meeting got under way and the remaining officers announced the sad plans to effectively shut down the organization, only one man in attendance raised an objection.

It was painful for many others as well, but the unfortunate fact, what everybody knew — and what ultimately led to the end for GMSMA — is that there are simply not enough men who are willing and able to step forward to lead the organization anymore. The current board was down to just three members (a fourth signed on to help in the coming months with the transition). They were over-worked and under-appreciated. The harsh reality is that the organization simply could not continue to exist in its current form without more manpower.

But it’s not all bad news. What remains of GMSMA is Folsom Street East, the annual leather fetish block party, which will continue to grow and thrive. The annual Leather Pride Night, which was originally founded by GMSMA but later turned over to the greater leather community, continues as a popular and very fun annual event, and a sexy leather fashion show is off to a good start as an annual event. Meanwhile, GMSMA’s archivist is sending all of the organization’s historical records, photographs, publications, fliers and memorabilia to the Leather Archives and Museum in Chicago, so that in the future anyone who wants to can explore. Who knows, maybe someday a documentary filmmaker will take interest?

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The Pit: A Story by Catdude

By Catdude

Part 1

To say that I was cranky was an understatement. I got home from work and hurled my wallet and keys at the wall. Not caring if they hit something, in fact I was really feeling like hitting something, or rather someone! Jake was meant to have called me a week ago, and there was no word from him still. I wiggled the mouse on my comp to wake it up and looked through a few online pages, both gay and social networks. No action on any of his profiles.

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More comments from readers

Here are some more comments from readers of Metalbond:

 

Nice blog entry, re: pilloried and shaved. I’ve rubbed one out to Double Trouble quite a few times.

—Massachusetts

 

I ran across your bondage blog … wonderful stories, great pictures. Thanks for creating and maintaining it! It really is a cool blog! If sometime you want a “victim” to take some pictures of to add to the blog, drop me a line.

—New York City

 

[I want you to be] in metal of course at all times, handy for electro to your balls, metal is such a good conductor … and so unforgiving; when you shoulders are aching to be released but there is just no slack. You know what they say, bondage isn’t bondage until you want out, and then you may just have to wait…

—London

 

That boy in the stocks is pretty fucking hot.

—Connecticut

 

Wow … great cage … keep a guy under complete control in there … hooded, gagged, plugged, tits clamped and immobile.

—Washington, D.C.

 

I read through your blogs yesterday … links and all. BOING … made me Crazierrrrr.

—Florida

 

It is great to read that both you and I seem to like the same thing. Inescapably bound, having to endure all that the top of the time inflicts.

—Netherlands

 

When i leave you dress me in clothes you have chosen all modified to be locked on. Through the week i might receive a package of locks and orders to lock them on for you on webcam and to report tomorrow night for caging to get them off. How damn hot is that? That i would never touch my own cock again, maybe when you were mercifully granting me relief you could wear a glove so i would never have human contact on it :)

—Australia

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Cage

By Catdude

Part 1

I had been chatting to a top guy online for a while, I had come across him on recon, and after we had chatted for a while he admitted to being the owner of the cam site Prison-X. It was an awesome website that had live web feeds of guys in a cell, one of those room sized cube cages, you know the ones you see in the movie with the lone prisoner, visible from every side, no privacy at all?

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Comments from blog readers

WOW, i really loved your blog. The chastity shorts on the German guy are intoxicating. i hope i can buy a pair one day. i have been in them before and they smell amazing. i would love to have a gas mask hose stuffed down them while they are on me, bound in leather mitts for a while.

—Florida

 

*strips nekked, pulls on hood, crawls into cage, sleeps*

—NYC

 

(I like to think of a) 6-ft-4, built like brickshithouse soldier yelling in my ear, tying & strapping me to the weights machines, gasmask clamped in place and intake reduced down so every breath has to be worked for, made to work out in full kit.

—United Kingdom

 

God Bless America. What is it about authority figures in sunglasses and/or (and preferably and) fatigues?  I’d love to have the guy in the last pic come arrest me and paddle me.

—Washington, DC

 

GREAT Blog – and I’ve read the Red Sox bet story about 5 times. MAN I like that kind of bet!

They might pull it off, but either way – keep your eager readers abreast of his fate. If I were a betting guy, I’d dig out my cb6k and do the same – though betting on a point spread on the Sox is risky.

—Chicago

 

shit, we would have a blast together, could live, eat and sleep and breathe bondage 24/7.

—Florida

 

I have to tell you I get hard when you write about how your cage is solid, one-piece construction and totally escape-proof since you can’t disassemble it. I just imagine a very massive MasterLock on the outside with one person holding the key keeping me locked in nice and tight. And maybe he’d tease me with the key from behind mirrored sunglasses.

—via the internet

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Dispatch

By Catdude

Part 1

The quartermaster looked through his clipboard, he sighed, there were a lot of orders to fill today. He walked out onto the factory floor, and motioned to one of his aides to come over. “We have a busy day today, which batches are on this time cycle?’ His aide pulled out an organizer and keyed through it.

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