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Risk – Part 12

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By lthr_jock

Note: This is the final chapter of a multi-part story by lthr_jock. To start at the very beginning, click for Part 1.

Despite Mike’s experience in sleeping in bondage, it took him a while to get to sleep as he was still nervous about what Barry might do. But in the end he dropped off to come sharply awake as an alarm clock blared out in his ear. As he blinked awake, a muscular arm reached over him and turned the alarm off. The arm then draped across Mike’s torso before idly flicking his nipples. “Morning, Mikey. Time to get up. I’ll let you go once I’ve showered.”

Uncaring that he was naked, Barry got up and walked into the adjacent bathroom. Mike could hear the sound of water running as he struggled against the restraints. He looked at the alarm clock – 05:10 – there was still enough time for him to get to work. Barry seemed to be in the shower for ages before appearing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. He then took his time undoing, Mike, leaving the hands and gag for last. “Look I’m sorry, but I have to go to work.” Barry nodded “I understand, Mikey. But one question – did you enjoy yourself?” Mike nodded. “Good. Then I’ll be seeing you again?” Mike paused as he headed for the door. “Yes. Not sure when though.” He looked at the clock again. “Sorry, but I really have to go.” Barry laughed and waved Mike out of the room.

Mike sat in his car and looked at the time. He would just be able to get to work, but didn’t have enough time to go home first – so would have to go to work in his leathers. “Dammit!” He slammed his hands against the steering wheel and as he did so the padlock on his collar bounced off his chest. It reminded him that Frank could help, so he quickly texted him. Seconds later he got a response with a tag for a street close to the station. “Understood. Meet me here.”

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Risk – Part 05

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By lthr_jock

Mike opened his eyes to blackness. He could feel the tightness of rubber over his entire body including his head. He took a deep breath and felt relief as air flooded his lungs. His nose was full of the smell of rubber and he couldn’t hear anything. His arms were down at his sides and when he tried to move them he could feel heavy rubber over his fingers preventing him moving them. He could feel sweat running all over his body and his cock stiffened as he realised that one again he was completely trapped. And once again, he had allowed Gordon to do this to him.

Mike cast his mind back to the chair. After Jan left him he raged and struggled against the restraints. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, how the Pole had shaved his head and now he was sat there like some skinhead. He panicked a little gasping for breath around the gag, causing drool to pool inside the muzzle and then run out the sides and over his thick collar and naked chest. Eventually he started to calm down. He had no choice but to wait for Gordon to return and he would finish this all then. This was a step too far. He started to breath more easily and once again became aware of the noises from outside the flat. He also became aware of his stirring cock, of the way the rubber slid and slurped with every minor movement and he realised that he was still highly aroused by his predicament.

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Risk – Part 03

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By lthr_jock

Mike screamed and yelled into the gag. All sorts of possibilities were going through his mind and his fought hard against the restraints causing the bed to jump and bang against the wall. Gordon stood watching him grinning at the sight. Although he had promised nothing sexual would happen to Mike, he enjoyed the sight of the muscular, restrained male fighting to break free. Gordon let Mike go on for a couple of minutes and then he took his hand and placed it over Mike’s mouth and pushed down. Mike felt the ballgag pushed further into his mouth completely blocking it. As it did, he had to breathe through his nose and he then realised that Gordon had blocked his nose as well. He stopped yelling as he fought for breath. As soon as he stopped, Gordon removed his hand and Mike gulped in the air again.

“Alright, Mikey, calm down. Nothing has happened to you.” Mike opened his eyes and stared up at Gordon . “I promised, didn’t I? You got drunk and passed out. Jan did this to you – his sense of humour I’m afraid. But I made sure nothing else was done.”

Gordon looked at his watch. “Right. Time for me to go. Jan usually sleeps late after a session like that, so you can expect to be for another couple of hours – unless, you want to stop?” Mike stopped still. Looking down he could see that his cock was now fully erect. He shook his head.

“Good then – and look, those pictures will be nice souvenirs for you.” Gordon tousled Mike’s hair “See you soon.”

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Risk – Part 01

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NOTE: This is a re-posting of a popular male bondage story by lthr_jock that originally made its debut in the Prison Library back in 2018. Starting right now with the re-posting of Part 1, and then continuing over the coming two weeks, an additional chapter will re-appear on this site every day or every other day.

Please note that at the end of each newly added part, until the new part appears, the “click for next part” at the bottom will bring up a “page not found” — so just be patient and check back often for the next part. You will never have to wait more than two days for the next part. There are 12 parts total.

In my view this is one of the hottest stories to have appeared on the Metalbond site. If this is brand new to your eyes, enjoy! If you read it before, now is your chance to enjoy it all over again!

Risk

By lthr_jock

Mike stood opposite the dingy block of flats, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another. His clothes helped him blend in to the area – a worn hoody with the hood up over a baseball cap, jeans pale at the knees and an old pair of boots. But he had been stood there for 10 minutes now and he had already seen several people stare at him curiously. He turned to go and went ten paces down the road away from the flats before stopping, turning and jogging across the road. Almost running, he headed up the stairs to the front door. Looking at the scratched and faded entry panel, he located 48 and before he could change his mind he punched the button.

It seemed like minutes before a distorted voice spoke.

“What?”

“It’s…it’s PC..I mean, it’s Mike.” The voice at the other end of the phone chuckled. “Come on in. Second floor.” With a click the door opened and Mike went into the stairwell. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of urine in the stairwell and headed up, taking the steps two at a time. When he reached the second floor he was barely breathing hard and he strode out on to the balcony. He ignored the rubbish piled up and the unidentifiable muck crunching under his boots as he walked along to Flat 48. The door was ajar and he pushed it open before stepping into the gloom and closed the door behind him.

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