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Dungeon Delights Under New Ownership

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I’ve recently been in touch with the new owners of Dungeon Delights, the Arizona-based workshop known for creating top-tier steel bondage equipment, shackles, cages, dungeon furniture, and more. Dungeon Delights creations have been featured on Metalbond before, and their gear has earned a reputation in the kink community for being solid, reliable, and beautifully made. Now, with new leadership at the helm, the company is entering an exciting new chapter.

Founders Rick and CJ, who built Dungeon Delights from the ground up and earned the respect of kinksters everywhere for their commitment to craftsmanship, have officially retired. Now, K and Dan have stepped in to take over the business. They plan on not only continuing the tradition of handmade, made-to-order gear, but also expanding what’s possible. They tell me they are committed to carrying forward their legacy of craftsmanship while also reworking classic designs and expanding our custom line. Dungeon Delights offers a full range of gear fabricated in-house, from shackles to metal cages to bondage furniture, and much more. If you have a particular vision in mind, they’re also happy to work with you on custom designs.

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The new owners are already making moves behind the scenes. They are updating their social media presence and planning updates to their website. But the heart of the company remains the same: high-quality kink gear, built to order, made to last, and forged in steel.

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Whether you’re a longtime fan or just discovering them for the first time, I encourage you to check them out. You can explore their catalog, learn about custom options, and get in touch directly at DungeonDelights.com

Dungeon Delights Under New Ownership

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Ethan Chase satisfies his slave

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Leather Daddy Ethan Chase is in full gear, his slave Yoshi Kawasaki in just a chain. The obedient slave services his master, running his tongue along master’s nipples, huge uncut cock and massive balls. Ethan turns him onto his back and deep throats Yoshi. He fucks into Yoshi’s throat like a fleshlight. His giant dick plunges back and forth into Yoshi’s throat. When it closes Yoshi’s air duct completely, he gasps and coughs desperately for air. But daddy does not stop until he’s satisfied. As a reward for daddy’s satisfaction, the boy gets a rimjob in return. With Yoshi’s boy pussy well lubricated, Ethan plows that fuck chute with great gusto. The brutal pounding continues until Ethan shoots his huge load of creamy cum into Yoshi’s quivering hole. The excess sperm leaks out of the boy’s quivering fuck pussy. Daddy felches the warm cum from the oozing hole and feeds it to his satisfied slave.

Leather Daddy Ethan Chase is in full gear, his slave Yoshi Kawasaki in just a chain

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Title: Daddy’s Home

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Leather Daddy Ethan Chase is in full gear, his slave Yoshi Kawasaki in just a chain

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The Lock-In – Part 03

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By Cuffed Locked

I was standing, barefoot, in a basement that stretched for miles. Walls of concrete rose endlessly in all directions. There was no ceiling. Just endless gray sky and a cold, metallic echo. A heavy iron collar clamped snug around my neck, and chains trailed from it in all directions. Not one, but dozens, all bolted into the ground like spider legs. They didn’t hold me still. They guided me. Each time I took a step, the slack on one chain would tighten, jerking me back. Every move required careful planning, and even then, I felt like a marionette tangled in its own strings.

In the distance, I saw Caleb. Arms crossed. Smirking. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt, jeans, boots. He looked clean, fresh, untouched by the dust and grime that clung to me. His hands were tucked casually into his pockets. Beside him stood Derek, spinning a pair of handcuffs on his finger like they were a toy. They approached slowly, bootsteps echoing across the hollow concrete floor.

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A bully gets bullied

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Usually you see this guy dishing out the abuse. Not today. At BrutalTops, brand-new, handsome young Master Lionel arrives to find his pathetic, squirming sub all alone and naked on his knees. The contemptuous top attaches a shock collar to the sub and causes him real pain before ordering him to lick clean his armpits.

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This excites the top, who then drops his trousers so that the sub can deeply rim his stinking asshole. After his hole has been thoroughly cleaned, the excited Master squats down on the runt and continues the humiliating and degrading mistreatment.

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The Jougs

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By Peter B. and Art Intelli

A note from Art: “Here is a short story, soaked in wine, rain, shame, and steel”:

I dinnae remember fallin’ asleep in the alley, but I surely woke up there — flat on my back, cheek pressed to wet stone, and a mouth like I’d been suckin’ on ashes all night.

The bottle was still clutched in my fist — half-empty and warm from my own body. Cheap red wine, the kind that burns more comin’ up than it does goin’ down. The kind that gets you noticed.

And noticed, I was.

I heard him before I saw him — the scrape of leather soles and the hollow clomp of boots with purpose. Then his shadow stretched long over me like a cross at sunset.

I blinked up into his face — his face — that square jaw framed by the kind of gray muttonchops that only grew on men who feared neither sin nor storm. His eyes were cold. Steel blue. Judgmental.

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