Part 4 – Exhausted
Exhausted by the explosion from my cock I began itching for release. Instead the first Master came over and held me by the chin. “Gotta go to the airport boy, alpha will make you ready for our guests.” And with that he was gone. The sound of the two of them chatting in German to each other receded into the background.
A long, long time ago I used to chat online and over the phone with a very interesting man from the Pacific Northwest, Seattle or someplace like that, who went by the screen name of Davespeed. We talked a lot about fantasies and experiences regarding spread-eagle bondage, military brig incarceration, and long-term cage confinement. He also read me a story he had written, about a prison guard who gets locked up by a former inmate whom he used to guard. I’ve never forgotten these chats, all those years ago, to the point at which I am thinking of writing my own prison story inspired by the scenario described above.
Anyway, Davespeed, if you are out there somewhere, please get in touch with me! There is a contact form in the column to the right.
I got this email last night from a reader of Metalbond:
Hope you are doing well. I just chatted with boyinacage, who said he sent you Chapter 4 of ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ a few hours ago. Hope we will see it soon! It is a great story. Very similar to ‘Waiting For Ross’ in style and content. Freakin hot!!! Both are great reading. It has been 6 months since the last installment of ‘Ross.’ Any chance of getting Tim out of the cage in the car trunk at the airport soon? Gotta be a lack of air after 6 months, LOL! Thanks for all you do for the community!
Thanks for the nice note. Yep, I did get Chapter 4 of ‘Twelve Days’ from boyinacage, and I will post it here very soon. Unfortunately I have not heard from the author of ‘Waiting For Ross’ in a while. Trust me, you guys will know right away when I do, because I want to find out what happens to Tim just as badly as everyone else!
By PFC Pflege
I first experienced the hot box in the old Training Center, then located in Missouri, now called the Academy, located in Georgia. Back then, the Training Center consisted of a single room in which was a barred cell, just like a prison cell, a padded “cooler”, the infamous chair, and all imaginable bondage devices from mediaeval manacles to wooden gloves. I went many times out there, and Chip, who ran the place, pushed my limits very hard. He had several devices he had made just for me, though, of course, he used them on other guys as well.
Check out the pictures that leatherdog sent:
This work is by Marcel. I do not have contact information for him, unfortunately.
Part 2 – The Decision
Have you ever tried to cut through titanium with bolt cutters? It is near on impossible. Have you ever tried to do the same with Kevlar? Same result. How do I know this? Because when I finally got home I tried to cut the chains that connected my tits to my cock and all I managed to do was damage the bolt cutters. It turned out that the chains were titanium coated in Kevlar – a pretty expensive piece of kit to waste.