By slavebladeboi
I could feel the weight of the door as I pushed it open, far heavier than it looked. It slowly swung silently behind me and, turning, I could see the reason why. Thick padded soundproofing covered this side, black and shiny.
It took several seconds for my sight to register anything in the low-level lighting of the room, anything that is, apart from the beam of bright light shining vertically onto the naked figure in the centre.
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By Stormbound
Once fully restrained Kyle proceeded to push the chair down the hallway long hallway of the restricted wing towards the exit. Once clear we started heading towards the interview rooms where I had first met with Josh almost two whole days ago. I wondered if Brad had made plans for us to do the swap there, and I got excited thinking about finally being released from Josh’s identity and back to being Liam.
I was wheeled into the room and saw Josh sitting in my visitors outfit just as I had at that first meeting. But unlike that first meeting I was parked and left restrained in the wheelchair instead of sitting restrained on the stool. I looked around the room but was puzzled when I didn’t see Brad anywhere. Kyle asked if ‘Liam’ needed anything and when he said no left the room.
By rts
As I sat there cooling down in that spring I began to feel the water leaking into my suit through the rear zipper. This felt good so I reached down for the pull tab on my crotch zipper and fumbling for a grip in my thick gloves I managed to slide it open and lowered my butt into the water so that it could flow around my overheated balls and down into my legs filling the boots. I lifted each water filled leg letting the water wash out the accumulated sweat. I did this several times, then I turned around and lay down with my head downstream to the water flow and enjoyed its coldness as it began to fill the torso and arms of my suit.
The water washed away much of the external mud that had coated me the wet rubber shinning and when I stood up lifting my arms the water poured from my un-zipped crotch washing out the rest of the sweat that had been trapped inside. Stepping out of the stream I sat down and again lifted each leg high making sure all the water drained out then I closed the crotch zipper. I knelt down and drank as much water as I could, then filled both buckets. I had an idea as to how to deal with this ball and chain on my return through the mud hole. I took the chain between my legs up my chest and passed it looped around my neck, the 20 pound steel ball hanging down in front. My stiff posture collar offered some protection but the full weight of the ball and chain pressed on my shoulders painfully. I would have to be careful with my balance as I struggled through that mud carrying the two pails of water (another 30 pounds).
By BondageChallengeGames
Ah, young, gay, and broke. It’s a shame how expensive travel is, especially when the best times in your life for travel coincide with when you have the least money to do so. Well, I cannot promise to solve all your travel cost woes, but listen to my pitch young man, because I may be able to lessen the load.
You see I run a chain of “hotels” in many very big (often expensive) cities in America. I use “hotel” loosely, because they do not look like your traditional hotel – no fancy lobbies, unnecessary “perks”, or cushy rooms. No… my hotels are jails. Some quite literally prisons we purchased and modified for use by free citizens, others warehouses renovated with bars and bunks.
Now I’m sure you have questions. It’s natural to be cautious of an offer to go to jail. But the fact that you’re still listening shows me that you haven’t written off the experience completely. Which is good, because curious and adventurous men like yourself always make the most of a stay with me. Let me tell you what you can expect from a stay at one of my Dungeon Hotels, and then we’ll book you a cell.
By Cuffsandcops
Continued from “Side Job Deputy”
The plan was for me to meet the deputy at the station he works out of at 0900. I woke up early to get ready and received a text message from him pushing our meet up back until 1000. The station is about a 15-minute drive from my house. I put on a blue polo shirt, gray pants, and my tactical boots to meet the dress code as described by the deputy. I grabbed two GShock watches, my water bottle, wallet, and just my house and truck keys. I didn’t want to have the cuff key that’s always on my key ring with me.
I texted the deputy that I was on my way to the station and left my house at 0945. I had driven past the station the previous week to know where it was, so I knew where I was going. I pulled into the parking lot behind the station where there were many marked units and other vehicles and found an empty spot. I texted the deputy there I had arrived, grabbed the items from my truck, and walked towards the station. I didn’t know if the deputy was inside or in a vehicle. All the doors required authorized entry, so I stopped on the sidewalk next to the building.
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 16: Establishing Your True Worth
There were bets about how quick Yash would go, and the ones that bet on his thirty-first day in the Coop were right. I took longer. Lots longer. By the time I went to the Room, I was the longest-running slap in the Coop. But just when I thought I was lost in the system, the boss grabbed me out of the line leaving the chow hall and told me to “stand aside.” “Aside” was a collection of three slappies–me, a 20-something named Kristian that had been vacationing from Sweden and had suddenly discovered that coke was not allowed on St. Bevons Island, and a young local named Marco, a “rude boy” that had got himself “sent down thee road” to Slappieville. Marco was a kid, 18 or 19, whose eyes kept roving back and forth like he expected someone to kill him. Kristian was tall and his stubble was blond, but he was skinny and somehow professorial. Even after his weeks in Slaptown, he was still looking around him in a bewildered way, like he’d lost his glasses or his cellphone.
The Boss led us to the Intake shack, where Jojo and Malcolm gave us a shower and a new set of browns and boots. “Lookin you best for thee Man” was Jojo’s comment. “No haircut?” I said. “No mon, that stubble you got is you best feature mon.” When they were finished, they shackled our legs and cuffed our hands in front of us. Then they locked our cuffs to a chain. An officer came by, grunted something at the trusties, gripped the end of the chain, and gave it a tug. We shuffled forward. “You’re on your way to the Show Room,” he said. Like we wouldn’t have guessed. But that was that. No long goodbyes.
By ty dehner
This is a Metalbond exclusive excerpt from ty dehner’s all new holiday novel, Master Eb’s Spirit. This story is set in our current day leather community, based on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. After having spent a portion of Christmas Eve in his local pub, The Regents’ Boot, Master Eb is returning home to spend the remainder of the holiday night alone. Well, at least that is what he had planned…
The Warning
Master Eb exits The Regents’ Boot.
Zipping up his leather jacket, the Master steps into the air that has cooled with the waning night. He pauses as his breath floats before his face before lifting up to the low clouds that cover London town. Putting his gloved hands deep in his jacket pockets, Eb notices a lightness to the surroundings as the snow has covered the cobblestones completely, reflecting the city lights to the low clouds creating a blue glow to the city on this Christmas Eve.
