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Poker Night

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By hard slave

The five of us had a standing game for a few years running, first Friday of every month. We alternated hosting, but mostly it was a Jake’s place as he had the most room. We were all a few years out of college back then, had decent jobs — unmarried but able to live on our own. It started with a low cash ante, no heavy bets. We eventually worked our way up, so that the winner usually came away with about 50 bucks. We didn’t need the money, so the stakes were kinda boring to all of us.

One night Jake suggested playing for something else. Let’s try strip poker tonight, he laughed. We nervously laughed along with him, but agreed. The loser of each hand would roll a die and take off corresponding number of garments. I lost first, rolled a 4, no big deal as each shoe counted as one item, same for socks. The game progressed and eventually Jim rolled a 6 ending the game. As he pulled off his briefs, we all hooted and pointed. What jerks.

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Tough guy takedown

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Muscular straight stud Shane desperately wants some extra money, but he refuses to get fucked or do anything sexual with other men. At BreederFuckers, they compromise by asking him to pose for some photos while he’s in bondage. He submits to being expertly tied while fully clothed with his arms secured firmly behind his back. It’s all very friendly and cosy until the moment when those big tough muscles he’s worked for years to build up are full restrained. Now he’s helpless. They whip down his track suit bottoms to fully feel and appreciate this stud’s sculpted body. Shane detects something pervy and wrong is happening, but no matter how much he strains he can’t escape. His clothes are cut off from him, leaving him utterly exposed. Just tweaking Shane’s nipples gets him bucking like a bull, but they have much worse in store.

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They grip and stroke his big healthy cock that’s only been used to screw his girlfriend. The rope gag secured to the ceiling is raised so he must balance painfully on his toes. They subdue the angry fucker, delivering some swift punches to his taut stomach and lashes to his body. Adrian wrenches his briefs up so they slice right into his arsehole and Dave can deliver a whacking to his big round arse cheeks. His big fat todger is jerked mercilessly and his tight hot hole is aggressively fingered. Shane’s thick cock is tied up and his balls are restrained. They are done fantasizing about what this fella looks like under his sporty gear. This is how Shane should always remain: naked, restrained and exposed for whatever they want to do to that sterling body.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 06

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By lthr_jock

Clark realised he had to get home as soon as possible – he dreaded to think what Vickers would do with access to his house. He twisted the key in the ignition and went to put the car in gear – and immediately realised that he had a problem. With his right hand on its usual position on the wheel, he couldn’t reach the gear level. Instead, he had to slide his right hand around to the bottom of the steering wheel. He growled and drove off, almost immediately jerking to a halt – as he has pushed down the accelerator, the chain between his ankles and wrists tightened and nearly pulled his hands off the wheel. In the end, he found that he could drive along with both hands near the bottom of the wheel.

As he drove home, he found that the best way to do it was keep slow and gentle. As a result, he drove along considerably slower than he would normally. To make it worse, luck was against him and every traffic light he met seemed to be on red. As he sat at one, waiting to start again a car pulled up beside him. He ignored it until the car sounded its’ horn twice. He looked across to see a pickup truck with two laughing men inside. From their slightly elevated position, the passenger could see down into the car and had a clear view of Clark’s predicament. He had obviously told the driver who had leaned across to see. Clark blushed and tried to ignore them, also trying to move to disguise the bulge that the cock tube was making in the rubber jockstrap.

“HEY! HEY!”

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Fourth-Quarter Tickle Blitz

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By Jack

Yo, Bud –

Got a little challenge here for ya.

Time to see how tough you are, and what yer endurance is like.

You man enough to accept the challenge, or you gonna wimp out right now?

It’s just a little game, dude. You like engaging another jock in a little friendly sport, don’t ya? May the better MAN win.

Here’s the deal:

You are down here on a Friday night. We got tickets for Rangers/Leafs at the Garden on Saturday night. We been drinking beers, horsing around, bullshitting one another, when I toss out this game idea. You lose, you gotta wear… you know which jersey to the game and root for…you know which team (GO, RANGERS! YO!)

Here’s the game plan: You get tied for four quarters, with a break between each quarter. Simple little endurance challenge. Each quarter lasts an hour. No sweat for you, right, tuff guy? You hold out for four hours, you win. You win, and I got to pay a penalty. Any penalty you come up with, no matter what it is. No questions, no backing out.

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Reader challenge from Master Mike

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Master Mike writes,

Dear Metal,

I have come up with a challenge for your readers. I have a pair of handcuffs that I have welded the key holes closed (picture attached). Once they’re on, they will not be coming off without some serious effort. If any of your readers are willing to take up the challenge, then they will win a brand new pair of tuff cuffs. All they have to do is put the cuffs on and post the picture to your website. I will mail the welded cuffs to anyone in the USA willing to take the challenge. Maybe Chuck? He is not one to pass up a challenge. Hope to hear from you soon.

—Mike

 

Thanks, Master Mike! I hope some brave guy is willing to take the challenge! If anyone is gullible brave enough, send me an email and I will put you in touch!

UPDATE: The cuffs are spoken for. The results will appear on Metalbond in the near future!

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Football Season

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By Mister-X/Spartan

My partner and I are both fans of professional football. We share a house. We are also both bondage switches, about the same size. We both played football in high school but were not good enough to be on our college team, and have kept in shape since. A few years ago we hit upon the idea of using fantasy football in combination with our bondage desires. This worked sort of okay, but was difficult, due to the unpredictability of the various players and the various games. We would need some way to add or subtract players during the season, and what with our work, this got to be time consuming. But during the drafting of the players it became clear that I was a fan of National Football Conference teams, whereas my partner was a fan of American Football Conference teams.

One thing led to another, and we decided a couple of years ago to change from fantasy football to inter-conference games to decide who won each week’s match between us to decide who would restrain the other.

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Chastity Suit – Part 01

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By Rubbag

Josh and me have been dorm buddies all through college. We had hit it off straight away on the first day as sophomores, and since then we’ve shared the same room, the same gym, the same women. Even a sloppy kiss once, after having too much beer after college football. Our last season the finals, we won and then that night, don’t even go there, that’s best forgotten. We where drunk and stoned, that’s why, that’s all. That’s Josh and Jed, or the twins as we’re known in the halls, twin jocks. Now we’re not brothers, but we might as well be, same height, 5 10, same build, football jocks with the same boyish blond features, mid-west Corn Belt. Certainly Josh knows me better than anyone else the world. We know what each other are thinking, which makes most of our conversation wasted.

That’s how it had been for most of our four years at college, the two of us all but joined at the hip. It was only in the last that semester that things began to change.

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