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The Story of Dax – Chapter 4

By TheBadOne

Chapter 4 – Transformed

So much time has passed since I was first sealed into this leather prison that I no longer have a sense of it. Some of the experience was blissful- especially those parts when my brain left my body and I truly entered the state of objectification this experience was designed to inflict on me. Other moments were utter torture- snapping back into myself, anxiety rising and being ready to plead mercy no matter what the consequences were- until I got a hold of myself, focused on my breathing, repeated the words from the hypnosis tape (not even playing on headphones, just from memory) until I drifted back into submission. I want this, I kept telling myself. This is how I’m supposed to be.

I was in that state when I finally felt movement next to me. I registered it, at least, but I wasn’t able to react in any way. After so many hours awake, stifling every urge to move even slightly, I suddenly found myself unable to even try.

“Dax,” I heard Master’s voice whisper to me. It soothes me, feeling like a wave of bliss washing over my — his — entire body. I feel his hand underneath my head, lifting me slightly, and then the click of a key unlocking the straps securing the mask to my face. He lifts it off slowly. I remain perfectly still, my open eyes staring straight ahead. Did he call me to attention? I don’t remember, but it’s best to play it safe.

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Jocked and Locked in the Bathhouse

By Pisslurper

A few years ago I was on a business trip to a large city in the Midwest that has a great bathhouse. Luckily I had an evening free, so after my work was done, I put on my old skanky Bike jockstrap, Levis, boots and a t-shirt to head over to the bathhouse. Oh, and as I often am, I was locked in my metal chastity cage, horny as fuck since I had been locked up for over a week.

This establishment has a great gym, with all the free weights, benches, Smith machines, and other equipment any decent gym would have. Since I needed to work out, I figured I would work out first and then try to get in some trouble in the rest of the bathhouse. Every time I go the gym, I have this fantasy of working out wearing only my jockstrap, and this seemed like the perfect place to make that fantasy come true.

With me only in a jock, you (being a Metalbond reader) can definitely tell that I am in chastity; the outline of the lock is obvious. However, most non-kinky gays have no idea what chastity is, and while they may notice something strange, couldn’t identify a locked cock if it slapped them in the face. Feeling slightly embarrassed, and also slightly proud because I’m in decent enough shape and feel like I can hold my own in a jock, I set out to the weight room.

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A Day on the Slopes

By Cutieboy90

gay male BDSM fictionCome to Whistler, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

Mitch grunted in frustration as he replayed the events of the last several days in his mind. He and his friends were avid skiers, so when they offered a week-long stay at Whistler, Mitch had of course taken them up on it. What he didn’t think about, though he now realized he should have, was payment. Mitch groaned. His body was sore. No, not from hours of black diamond runs, not at all. But from being left hogtied on the couch all day.

He was in his full gear, compression layers, long underwear, ski bib, a sweater, and parka. His thick socks, scarf, hat, and gloves were on too, as well as his goggles and boots. It looked hot as hell, and he certainly was. His hands were tied behind his back, with a simple chest harness. His feet were drawn up as tight as the thick layers of clothing allowed, and tied off to the harness. A rank sweaty sock had been stuffed in his mouth and tied in with another pair, compliments of his buds. The back of the gag was tied back to his boots, forcing his body into an uncomfortable arch.

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James – Part 9

By Thunder

Dear Metal:

While I know this does not chronologically fall within the story of my training I have been describing the last few months when time and my Master allows (sorry about the delay on part 9), He asked me to send you a special real time update as he thought you might be interested in our New Year’s weekend. For the readers, I need to remind them that what I am describing, now, is almost nine and a half years after the transition and the training that I was receiving at that time. Now, at 52, I am semi-retired thanks to a tremendous opportunity to sell off part of the firm my colleague William and I built a few years ago and that has left me the opportunity to spend more time at home focusing on Alan, my Husband Master who has kept me in a hybrid role of husband, dog, slave, and gimp throughout the last ten years as we have evolved our lives, friendships, and our contracts with each other.

Now that all of that is out of the way, we are wrapping up our New Year’s parties after having hosted two the past two nights. I thought you might be interested in hearing about them as they could not have been more different.

On Monday, New Year’s Eve night, we played host to Alan’s work party, hosting the 100 or so employees, friends, and their partners from his company to our home outside of Atlanta and then, New Year’s Day, we hosted all of our friends who are “in the know”. When we entertain, Alan is fastidious that everything be as close to perfect in our home as possible so, he had arranged for my schedule to have me home all week so I could focus on the lists of things that he wanted done prior to the parties. He completely controls my calendar at work and home (my assistant is the slave of a Master we know), so none of this was shocking and each day, when he left for work, he allowed me on two legs so I could work all day on the lists he gave me.

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 2

By GratDelay

GratDelay bondage storiesDisclaimer: The characters in this story are above the age of consent, but that kinda goes out the window since they engage in non-consensual behavior. The fact that it turns out all right for our fictional protagonists’ relationship doesn’t make it OK IRL. Always keep it safe, sane, and consensual. Even if that means you have to learn how to communicate better.

Some details I left vague intentionally, so you fill them in however will make you more horny.

This story is dedicated to Strappeddown, who inspired me to go back to work on it. And to Padlock86, who forced me to finish it.

Aaron

It was a good thing the box was still in the equipment room and not at my place last night, or I would have broken down and jumped to Phase 3 ahead of schedule. Now I had classes to keep me away from temptation until practice. Toben was looking pretty haggard, but surprisingly, instead of looking desperate he looked focused and determined. What plan was he hatching?

I had backed off on the brem seeping into his body before I went to bed. I didn’t actually want him to get expelled for trying to rape someone. In fact, I didn’t even want him to lose the game this weekend. So I was trying not to send him over the edge. Yet. So I didn’t add any more to his system until practice was over.

I had to grin with satisfaction when I heard some of the other players talking about him. Word had gone around about his “lucky jock”. I bet Toben was surprised as I was when a few of the other players kept theirs on too. One of them had stuck a team decal on his. So then Toben was free to take showers after practice again. The three guys took a lot of shit from some of the other players, but they were all popular enough that they when they did crazy things they were more likely to be imitated than shunned. Who knew how many would be wearing them tomorrow?

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 1

By GratDelay

GratDelay bondage storiesDisclaimer: The characters in this story are above the age of consent, but that kinda goes out the window since they engage in non-consensual behavior. The fact that it turns out all right for our fictional protagonists’ relationship doesn’t make it OK IRL. Always keep it safe, sane, and consensual. Even if that means you have to learn how to communicate better. Some details I left vague intentionally, so you fill them in however will make you more horny. This story is dedicated to Strappeddown, who inspired me to go back to work on it. And to Padlock86, who forced me to finish it.

Prologue

Aaron was a little surprised when Toben sat down across from him in the Dining Hall.

When did he start feeling surprised to see Toben at his table? Back in High School, and even before, they had been inseparable. But since they came here to Academy, Toben had just… faded away. Was it because Toben was a starter on the team now? Aaron didn’t see why that should matter, but apparently Toben’s new friends did.

But now here he was, eating Aaron’s fries like he used to, talking about classes, and whether Aaron could score him one of those new helmets. The urge to please him was strong, but cynicism bubbled to the surface.

“Is that why you’re here?”

Toben looked startled. “What?”

“Are you talking to me now because you want a new helmet?”

He actually looked hurt, then angry. “You think coach wouldn’t tell you to give me a new fucking helmet if I asked him for one? I don’t need favors from you.”

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