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Special Western Clothes

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By Mister-X/Spartan

I grew up in the big city. My college roommate grew up on a country ranch. Our backgrounds couldn’t have been more different. But we hit it off from the first time I set foot into our dorm room.

I was bringing in my stuff to load into the room, when I saw Darren making knots in some rope. I had been into being bound for the last five years. When I saw the rope I said something like “I hope you’ll use that rope on me, roomie”.

Darren looked over at me and got a big smile on his face. “It sounds like I’m going to enjoy rooming with you!”

I put my stuff down and said “hi, I’m Louis Short. Just call me Louie.”

“Hi, Louie. I’m Darren Hartford. And I love to tie guys up with my rope. You won’t be able to get out of any rope work I do.”

“Great! I love to be tied up. And I don’t want to get out.”

“Can I help you get your things brought in?”

“Sure. I’ve still got a couple more loads. My car is out front.”

After we’d brought everything up and I parked my car, I started putting things away. Darren and I started getting acquainted then, and we found out where we were from and what we were majoring in at school. We checked our classes and found that, while we didn’t share any classes, they were at pretty much the same times, giving us some extra time together. At that thought, we both started getting smiles on our faces as we thought about the possibilities.

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The Debt – Part 1

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By Pup Shaggy

He didn’t know what the hell he was doing here. Seriously. The night had originally been a meet up at a pub. Simple, enjoyable; and it didn’t involve stupidly loud music and obnoxious flashing lights at whatever club happened to be on their minds. A pub was something he could enjoy. But of course, plans changed and out of the blue, instead it was going to be a night at a club. Not just any club either. For some reason, they were heading to a gay club even though none of his friends were gay, just hum. It made no sense. But then from the sounds of it, they were all already drunk when he turned up.

He had a feeling his mates were hinting at something as well, but honestly he felt more like a third wheel than anything. He had been looking forward to this night back when the plan was a few drinks and chatting at a pub; A chance to chill. But now? He wasn’t sure if he was anymore. He wasn’t the club sort of guy. He didn’t dance, not because he couldn’t: anyone can dance when they’ve had enough alcohol. He just didn’t particularly find it fun. Anytime he had danced in the past it was to keep everyone else happy; friends who were throwing him annoyed looks because he wasn’t partaking in the strange ritual others called dancing… because he didn’t want to in the first place.

Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it though, and every time they came over to ask him if he was alright: sure. He lied through his teeth and said yes. But mostly he just wanted to get the hell home.

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Let’s Gag Him, Bro!

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By SockgaggedJason

Kevin, flanked by his best friend, Matt, stormed into his own beachside apartment with purpose where he found his roommate, Flynn, in the middle of removing his motorcycle gear. Flynn had just returned from a long motorcycle ride in the mountains. He had taken off his helmet, gloves, and one of his boots when they barged in so suddenly. Flynn was still fully suited up in his motorcycle racing leathers, though. Kevin and Matt, without warning, tackled him. They had restraints ready; a collection of clothesline rope and duct tape.

Flynn didn’t put up much resistance since he shrugged it off as innocent horseplay that wouldn’t go far. He laughed but was handedly taken to the floor. They sat on top of him and pulled his hands behind his back. Kevin skillfully tied Flynn’s wrists together quickly with some of the clothesline they brought. Once they were bound, Flynn then knew it was a little more serious.

“Fuckers, this hurts!” Flynn complained.

“So, what?” Kevin laughed. “We’re kidnapping you, bro!”

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‘Folsom Party’ by Robert Payne is now available as an audiobook

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Book 2 of the Robert Payne collection — ‘Folsom Party & Other Stories’ — is now available as an audiobook.

See below for a special offer for Metalbond readers!

Robert Payne was the creator of Drummer magazine

Robert Payne was the creator of Drummer magazine, a publication that brought gay leather culture to a new level of prominence in the 1970s. The Robert Payne collection is bringing many of his erotic BDSM stories back in audiobook form. ‘Folsom Party & Other Stories’ is the second book in the series, and it includes the following stories:

  • The Ultimate Sport — A group of hunters are tracking down escaped convicts, and the stakes are winner take all.
  • Folsom Party — At an exclusive leather party, a dominant alpha gets more than he bargained for.
  • The Program — A new fish joins a special rehabilitation program in prison and finds his place in the testosterone-drenched pecking order.
  • Birthday Boy — A dominant receives a new slave for his birthday. It’s the perfect way to blow out the candles and make a wish.

For the ‘Folsom Party’ audio book, click here.

For the ‘Folsom Party’ eBook, click here.

For ‘The Exchange’ as an eBook, click here.

For “The Exchange as an audio book, click here

 

BONUS give-away for Metalbond readers:

The publisher of the Robert Payne collection, Capricorn Literary, is offering a limited number of FREE downloads of the ‘Folsom Party’ audio book (a $6.95 value), available exclusively to Metalbond readers.

The fine print … To be eligible, you must:

1) be located in the United States,

2) you must be of legal age to receive sexually explicit material, and

3) you must have or be willing to create an account with Audible.com.

The first FIVE (5) Metalbond readers who send me an email will receive a special code to unlock the free download. The offer will last as long as this notice appears.