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Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 14

By PredicamentBondage

The slave is kneeling at what we call “a kneeling-rest”. Its hands are behind its back, each grasping its opposite elbow, with the forearms aligned and parallel to the floor. The head is bowed, eyes open, focused on an imaginary point on the floor several feet ahead. Its knees are spread wide, its ankles less so, toes bent and planted firmly on the floor behind its buttocks. It rests half way between an “upright kneel” and “sitting on its heels”. The strong thigh muscles draw the eyes in, and frame a glorious set of genitals, hanging invitingly as if being offered to their owner – me.

Its cut cock is impressive at about 7 inches soft, 10.5 inches when hard, with a slight downwards turn and a striking mushroom crown. The rod has excellent girth and arcs over two hairless golf-ball size globes, gorgeous to behold. The penis is rock-hard and dripping pre-cum, as it always is when in the presence of its Master. It’s a Pavlovian response. The mere thought of its Master will result in an instant erection. Training is a wonderful thing.

I am on the cusp of a dilemma. An hour ago, I received a call from the client who ordered this wonderful piece of beef. The customer has had a change of mind and asked if we could negotiate a deal that will allow him to take delivery of only two of the three slaves he ordered. He’s a good patron, having purchased a lot of product in the past, so I don’t want to upset him with a refusal.

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The Wait

By Steellock

The wait was over!

As a dedicated switch he loved meeting with friends for a few hours; switching roles between top and bottom. Restraining his friends and taunting them with clamps, peg, electrodes; the many and varied toys he had gathered over the last few years. All the while knowing that the boi in his hands would soon be dealing out to him something very similar. It might be the sting of the cane as he was strung up tight to the ceiling or the tap tap tap of the crop on his thigh as he sat, tightly held in his bondage chair.

But soon it would be over. He rarely found a top with the time or the inclination to just restrain him for a long pure session of pure bondage. Imobilised. Zipped and strapped into his sleepsack. Spread-eagled on the bed with leather restraints, chains and padlocks. Securely held in Segufix – perhaps his greatest pleasure. Such tops are either few and far between or expensive!

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Ride Along as a Prisoner – Part 1

Ride Along as a Prisoner Part 1 – Riding in the Prison Wagon

By asiancuffs

15 Aug 2017

After lots of efforts, I finally can convinced two of my police friends (non-fetish) to ride along with them for a prisoner transfer assignment with me as a PRISONER. Below is an account of the short five-hour trip, and I try to make it short and brief. I am including some pictures to go along with the script, some of which were taken by me and some are just for illustration only.

I am not an “official” passenger on this ride, so we need to do some extra arrangements to put me in the picture. They are stationed in a big city “G” with population of 14 million. The assignment is to pick up an arrested person from city “F” to G. The person was arrested because of a civil case and needed to be transfered to G to testify. If he is involved in a criminal case, the escort level will be higher and we will not be able to do this. Although the distance between the two cities is only 140 km, each way may take more than two hours as the city traffic is always busy before the vehicle can get onto the highway.

On a hot sunny morning in August, I arrive G in the morning and checked in hotel. I left my backpack in the hotel and went out with only some cash and my mobile phone to the police station, where they are on duty. We met for lunch around noon, and I was excited already when I saw them come into the restaurant in uniform. After lunch we walked back to the station and they pointed a vehicle to me, a prisoner transport wagon and told me that we will be using this later. They then gave me instructions to wait for them half an hour later at a designated location, which is 10 minutes away by foot. Then they went back into the station to get ready for their assignment. I walked around the wagon and took a few pictures of it. Prisoner will be sat at the rear with a steel sliding gate securing the back door. The prisoner compartment is separated from the drivers with steel bars.

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During the walk to the meeting point, I was very excited already just to think about sitting in the back of the vehicle. I stood there and wait and when the time came, I saw the vehicle approaching with the two cops sitting in the front. They pulled the vehicle beside me and one came out with a set of prisoner transport restraints, which is a pair of handcuffs connected to leg shackles with a chain. He told me to give them my phone and start putting the restraints on me. There are some people walked by and they just looked at us and kept walking.

The reason why they need to do this away from the station is that I am not an “official” passenger. After my hands are cuffed and feet shackled, I have to climb into the wagon from the back door. The chains of the shackles are not long enough for me to climb up in one step even I lifted the chain to the extent. He then helped me by giving me a lift and finally I am inside the prisoner compartment. He sat me on the bench seat and took out a pair of handcuffs to cuff my shackle chain onto the steel bar underneath the seat bench. Now I am totally secured and ready for transport. He slides the gate closed and after the click of the gate is locked, I feel I am 100 percent prisoner.

 

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, asiancuffs, for this true story!

 

30 Minutes of Torment

Never Done This Before – Part 1

By Hotch Rider

Part 1

I’d spent the night drinking to gather up the courage. Now, I was talking to this lean man about how I always had fantasies about serving a muscular man, being a good boy and actually giving away control. We’d been talking for the last 3 hours at least and he’d barely said anything. I, on the other hand, had never stopped. This was new to me and I was nervous. I talk a lot when I’m nervous.

As the bartender yelled out for last call, I had a quite noticeable erection down in my pants. I was still talking about my likes and dislikes, also about how I wanted to experience those dislikes because I felt adventurous. As half the bar slowly emptied, Jack put his fingers over my mouth and started talking.

“If you want, I’ll have you over for the weekend and walk you through your first time.”

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The Examination – Part 3

By Slavebladeboi

I had my fingers hovering over the buttons that would cause yet another howl from behind the gag but as I was concentrating so hard on the boy strapped in the chair I missed several times when I should have pressed them. Now the room was filled with several different but similar sounds. There was the sound track from the video. The Master’s deep bellowing laugh, the virtual slave’s screaming “please Sir, No NOOO, arrrghhh, please, please no more Sir aaaaaaahhhgggh, I’m sorry Sir, Pleaaaaarrrrrrrrhh” every time the cattle prod hovered menacingly over his torso, playing with the boy, dancing up and down his abs and stopping over his vulnerable cock tied as it was to the top bars of the cage. Every time the sound track screamed,

Zero gabbled and made screaming noises that echoed the virtual replay. He appeared to be totally taken up with what he saw, his arms flailing, his head shaking more than that collar should allow. His gloves on the screen were trying to box away the cattle prod from the slave’s body instead of pushing the red or green areas. I shocked him for not recognising that the slave should not plead with a Master but should take what he was given however it didn’t seem to have any effect other than make him grimace, howl and flex his body.

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Crucifixion

By Bikermike

I knew that I’d deserved it. Sentenced to eight hours on the horizontal cross. I started to psyche myself up for the torture that was to follow. I also thought back to my misdemeanour that had brought me to this.

Master had brought six of his mates round from the leather bar. As his sub I was instructed to kneel naked before them and fellate each in turn. I was made to kneel on sharp sticks with a concrete weight placed behind my knees so that the joint spread out. (‘Knee spreader,’ my master called it). As always, my wrists were secured behind my back with cable ties. I was never permitted to orgasm during these ordeals. Master would wank me brutally if I had pleased his guests. If I hadn’t, I would get a beating or worse.

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The Wall – Part 03

By Slavebladeboi

So who was he then?

Who?

For fuck’s sake, you know who. The “who” you were waving goodbye to out there. The “who” in the red sports car. The red sports car I told you about. The same red sports car …..

What?

I’ve had this. Were you in on it all the time?

He looked at his partner, he felt hot, sick and tearful. His partner sat.

You like bondage?

You bloody know I do.

You like being fucked?

Where’re you going with all this?

Just answer me.

OK! Yes I frigging do.

And you enjoyed your dream?

I wasn’t a dream, we both know it and now I know you’ve been…

OK Yes. I did it for you.

Wha…

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The Journey to Hull – Part 1

By Wakeysub

What follows is a semi-autobiographical account based on a truly life changing role play session with Conradfan who I met through Recon. Before we met I was a lurker where all the action was in my head and I thank him for restraining me tightly and releasing my “inner pervert.” Thank you Conradfan, Sir. December 2016.

Abduction

For years, I had been a lurker on Recon reading profiles and talking to Tops who had profiles which got me excited. Most nights I lay in bed reading profiles with a tight grip on my cock living out my fantasies in my head of what sort of ecstasy I would experience if I only had the nerve to go through with it. Over time I convinced myself that my only sexual contact would be solo and I got more and more used to it. I stocked up on toys and restraint so I could fulfil at least some of my desires to give up control completely to a real Man – but always with me retaining a degree of control.

That all changed one day when I logged on and I had been cruised. I browsed to the profile and read with interest.

Like older (45+) chubby guys. Love to see them wearing suits, uniforms etc. Into bondage. Like to tie such guys up tight so that the abductee cannot move. Can role-play … kidnap, abduction scenes etc.

Something about the advert got me really excited – not sure if it was the age range, the fact that he was looking for chubby guys or the fact that he was offering tight bondage. Anyway, I decided to throw caution to the wind and make contact. We chatted at length and before I knew it we had exchanged phone numbers and I had given him my email address. For some reason, I just trusted this man from the first minute and I knew I was going to go through with this and for the first time ever give up total control to another man.

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