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‘The Choice’ by Aeres Baldur is updated … on Eckie’s site

I know that many readers enjoyed the male BDSM story The Choice by Aeres Baldur that appeared in the Metalbond Prison Library recently. This story has themes of full-body rubber encasement, body mods, and permanent slavery, and it got me and many others very excited. Now, the author has written a totally new part, which he has posted to Eckie’s excellent website site … along with the first part that I copy edited : )

To read the next part — titled “The choice – start training Ares!” — you will therefore have to go to Eckie aka Bondagefan and read it there.

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Eckie requires you to sign up, but it is free and totally worth it if you ask me. As a subscriber you can read many dozens of very hot bondage stories, many by Eckie himself. One of the most recent stories posted to Eckie’s site is called “Only a Meeting” by RUBBERLICKER. I beat off twice to that one!

Another site with plenty of rubber bondage stories is RubberZone, which is also not to be missed.

The Choice

By Aeres Baldur

It must have been years since I have been given the choice, but I can’t tell exactly anymore. And whilst I can’t remember when it was, I exactly know how that day was. I start scratching my head with my fingers. The cold bald feeling I’ve gotten used to spreads through my fingertips. I so don’t wanna get up and would rather stay in bed. But I know I can’t. There are things that need to be done. Someone else has to be given the choice.

Well best to get up then… and I raise myself from the bed. Up and on my way to the bathroom and first off to the shower. As I feel the warm water on my smooth body I can’t stop thinking: “Why can’t I remember when it was? When was it that my life changed so much?” There isn’t too much time to keep at that question and I get out of the shower, quickly drying myself and and starting to brush my teeth. The bathroom has a mirror that’s at least 3 meters wide and 2 meters high. It is handy for when you are getting ready for your day. As I look into the mirror I see myself staring back, and I keep on wondering again. When was it that my life changed this much? It must have been 5 years ago? Perhaps 7? Can’t be 10! Because my reflection doesn’t make me look like 40.

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