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The Surfer Boys

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By Aquala Guy

You don’t go through life on the internet with a name like Aqualaguy and not have guys asking you if you like wetsuits and dry suits. And of course, I do. I think a hot man in a wetsuit or a dry suit is one of the sexiest things around. But then again, I like anything that’s going to show off a man’s body. True, dry suits don’t show off as much as a wetsuit, but they do carry a sense of enticement that I just can’t explain.

Like most guys who get into wetsuits and dry suits, I am into water sports — although not the type of water sports most wetsuiters think of. I enjoy my watersports of a more colorful nature, yellow if you want specifics. And I have been known to be a little pushy about it sometimes.

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Burgling a Blackmailer’s Home

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By Mister-X / Spartan

It wasn’t going to be easy. I had checked out the guy’s house the day before, ostensibly as a city worker. I had the right credentials for it, arranged by my friend whose photo I was going to retrieve, dressed and acted the part. My friend worked for the city in a pretty high position, and was being blackmailed by this guy. My friend knew that I had done some covert work when I was in the military, having broken into houses before to retrieve information that we needed. I’d never been caught at it because I tried to be as thorough as possible in my preliminary work. That’s always the key to being successful.

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56 Hours

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By PFC Pflege

I knew when the fifty-six hours were up, roughly, by meal and toilet time. Those were the only times I was partially released, but still hooded over my eyes, and chained. I was fed from a bowl like an animal, and after toilet time, was hosed out with a garden hose. There’s nothing sexy about a naked man, handcuffed and hooded, having his ass washed out with a garden hose. Then I was returned to my cage, hog-chained, gagged, and hooded. Or chained to that damn chair I hated so much. I learned later that I had been hog-chained to that chair in several sessions, totaling just over twenty-four hours of the fifty-six.

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Self-bondage with Ice Locks

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MummyEd did some self-bondage on the streets (and public transit systems) of San Francisco:

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MummyEd comes up with some original ideas. He wanted to do some self-bondage in a very public way. The addition of MISTER S ICE LOCKS makes it even more interesting. The hoodie idea was from a friend who hauls his partner around the clubs of LA. The locking transport belt has a metal ring that slips into an opening in the front pouch. A set of handcuffs go through the ring and you are trapped in secret. MummyEd suspended the key out of reach with an ice lock. This would take over three hours to release, which gave plenty of time to take a ride on some public transportation. He headed for a kink-friendly coffee shop, where MummyEd locked his wrists in the handcuffs. After some shopping and sightseeing, he headed for the public transportation. The titillation of public bondage is fun because from this point on, you will try to imagine who else has a secret.

 

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The Play Pen

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By Nate Stone

Sorry for cutting off your questions about my bracelet and vacation earlier today. You deserve the full answer and it’s definitely NSFW. The bracelet is not a political statement. Definitely not a political statement.

It all started a couple of months ago in the Play Pen part of ConCom. Someone posted that he was tired of cyber role play and wanted to experience a real jail and real prison time. A C.O. Jones replied that if the poster wanted something more realistic he should send Jones a private message. I sent Jones one, making it clear I wasn’t the person who posted the original comment.

Jones and I had a long chat online, trading wisecracks as well as credentials. C.O. stood for Corrections Officer, which was what he claimed to be in real life.

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Metalbond’s cage is welded

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Lots of guys want to know where I got my cage. Well I’ll tell you. It was built by a hot stud named Redneck Mark. Really! This guy is one tough customer. He built my cage out of solid steel in his very own shop, using a MIG welder and other heavy equipment.

The cage is 28 inches wide, 40 inches deep and 36 inches high, and it fits perfectly in my living quarters. It is one solid piece, meaning it does NOT dis-assemble or “break down” into smaller pieces. It weighs nearly 200 pounds. Here are some pictures of my cage as it was under construction in Mark’s shop:

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I really like having an awesome piece of bondage equipment like this. I very much enjoy putting guys in it for an afternoon, overnight — or even longer sometimes. Nobody has escaped yet. And I *especially* like the fact that my cage was built by such a hot guy. I know two other serious players who also have cages built by the same man. He also makes things like heavy metal collars, combo irons, stocks, pillories, and more (when he is not chewing tobacco and getting bullwhipped, that is).

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To get in touch with Redneck Mark (yes, that’s him pictured above sitting in the cage as he was building it) and to see some of this guy’s other creations, click here.

And if you want to know how I got the cage up six fights of stairs to my New York City apartment —well, that’s a story for another day.

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Leather Lover Tied

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By Aussielthrbiker

It was my first year at university. I had moved out of my parents and into a dorm and had picked up a part time job in a department store downtown. Dorm life was great fun but our dorm was pretty quiet – it had a reputation for being the dorm you lived in if you actually wanted to study. My part time job was also great fun; I worked three shifts a week in the “Young Men’s” department. Two were all day shifts when I worked alongside the permanent employees, who were around my age and a fun bunch. However, my favourite shift of the week was Thursday evenings. On Thursdays I worked with Brad, who was another university student. He was in his second year at another university. He was around my height and build, ie, 5’11” and slim. He had blue eyes and short curly blond hair. After the store closed, we would have dinner together at the burger joint across the road before catching our respective buses. Brad would often tell me about life in his dorm, which sounded a lot more active than mine. In particular, he would recount in some detail the hazing, which usually involved one of the guys (sometimes him) being tied and gagged. I would listen intently to his stories wishing this would take place at my dorm. I made this comment to Brad a couple of times.

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