NOTE: This is a re-posting of a popular male bondage story by lthr_jock that originally made its debut in the Prison Library back in 2018.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.
