At Bound Gods, dog catcher Rocco Steele wants to find a new puppy to play with, so he heads deep into his pound. He runs three promising pups through some tricks and disciplining as they take a cropping and are made to worship Rocco’s massive cock.
Tryp Bates rises above the pack with his obedience, so Rocco selects him for more intense training. The other pups watch on jealously as Tryp is bound to a platform and flogged without mercy. Rocco has so much fun with his new pup that he suspends Tryp above the platform and rams his massive cock into Tryp’s eager hole. The fucking continues upstairs in Rocco’s office, Tryp biting into his gag from the pain of his clover clamps tenderizing his nipples, all while taking every inch of his master’s thick cock. After feeding the pup his own cum, Rocco rewards his new pet with a mouthful of cum.
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Sleep did not come easy and what did had conditions. I’m not used to that, I’m one of the few that fall asleep within 10 minutes, normally under 5, my Master was always jealous at the ease of which I would pass out.
The lack of any covering was making it hard to get comfy. The rattle of the chains connecting my wrist and ankles kept drawing the attention of my ears. Todd had said, before leaving me in the darkness, that I’d get used to that in time. I’d get used to quite a lot of things in time.
I wasn’t exactly cold. I felt more exposed, especially now that I was smooth from the neck down. The collar was heavy, and even with the pillow I was fully aware it was there. While I knew the plug lodged deep inside of me wasn’t getting larger it was way more noticeable now that I wasn’t strapped to the chair. Thankfully, it hadn’t fallen out. I was determined to keep it in there. I wish I could say I wasn’t enjoying all of this, but every time I got soft I found a new reason to get hard all over again. How long had it been since I got off?
Continue reading Rex: A James Story – Part 08
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The towel was cold as it moved down my shivering chest. I felt so exposed, hairless as I was, I had never shaved my underarms. My chest I shaved just once or twice to see that six-pack better but this was completely different, I haven’t been this smooth since I started looking at boys differently.
I hadn’t resisted when he had unlocked me and gently picked me up. I hadn’t resisted when he made sure I saw myself in the mirror, smooth and collared. I hadn’t resisted when he pointed out that I had a veritable waterfall of pre-cum leaking out of the cage and I certainly hadn’t resisted when he scooped it up and held it up to my face and yelled, “clean dog.”
I cleaned, I could have sucked the chrome off a trailer hitch. I was so horny, course I didn’t know what horny was yet, I would have l given anything for him to fuck me then and there.
Continue reading Rex: A James Story – Part 07
Based on a true story.
No one said being a dog slave was easy. I’ve worn a chastity belt or two in my time, never for very long. My master used to enjoy my cock. That was all about to change. Currently, I’m hard enough to cut glass yet trying to stuff all of myself into this metal contraption. I’ve been threatened, however that elicited the opposite response. I am nothing if not tenacious. Fortunately for me, I’m quite a heavy leaker. Even though lube was not provided I’ve miraculously made plenty of my own.
Shit, I’ve managed to avoid getting myself locked into “The Iron Maiden” of chastity belts, but I don’t know Todd well enough to guess what he has planned if I can’t get this on. The cool metal slipped over my balls easily enough, but getting my shaft soft enough to jam it in and hook it to the PA is becoming a real problem.
Relax, you got this. I managed to get the head in, the shaft was bunching up a bit but slowly giving way. Gradually, as I started focusing on the task itself instead of what this meant to my future, my cock deflated a bit, and a bit was all I needed.
Continue reading Rex: A James Story – Part 06
In Leather Dogs Scene 4, Pup Tyler Rush is tied to a bed with a cock cage clamped on his dick. Jessie Colter fingers the begging pup as Dirk Caber teases Tyler’s mouth with his bone.
After lubing up Tyler’s caged cock and opening his ass, Jessie needs some relief of his own and mounts up to fuck Tyler’s open hole. Tyler’s ass feels amazing and Jessie pounds him hard making the pup howl with delight. As a reward for such good behavior, Jessie and Dirk decide to unlock Tyler’s cock from its cage. The second the cage is removed; his dick quickly grows to full capacity. Jessie keeps pounding away on Tyler’s tight hole until Tyler’s cock explodes, covering the young pup with jizz. Jessie sees Tyler’s thick load and pulls out to follow along and mark his own territory on Tyler. In the end, Tyler is a wet, sticky mess. Dirk and Jessie are happy they didn’t get caught by Tyler’s master and take off, leaving Tyler tied and drenched and panting next to his open kennel.
Also check out Leather Dogs Scene 1, Scene 2 and Scene 3
Based on a true story. NOTE: This is a follow-up to Thunder’s story, called “James.” To start at the very beginning, click here.
My name is Rex. I am a 33-year-old man who has seen a fair bit of kink in his lifetime. I am an athletic, handsome, previously hairy (but that’s not an option anymore), reporter based in Atlanta. I am a high-profile, well known (if you have an Instagram you’ve seen me), driven man in my professional life, but in my personal life, I am, well, I am a beta dog slave — and I couldn’t be happier.
If you’d have told me this was my future three months ago I would have laughed. But here I am, shorn from my heavy neck collar to the chastity belt forever locked on my crotch. My ass is filled with a locking plug. Sir must have something special planned for today because it is quite a bit larger than normal.
My dick, well, Sir’s beta dick, is completely encased in metal. I haven’t felt it in three years. I haven’t seen it in two, but I know it’s still there because it never stops struggling against its confinement. The cage has been a dream, it’s from Steelwerks and great at keeping me clean but when I do need to be hosed down I’m completely bound and hooded. The PA keeps me honest, but truth be told the thought of disappointing my Sirs is all the motivation I need to stay chaste. Did I say, Sirs? Yeah, there’s a couple.
Continue reading Rex: A James Story – Part 01
PC Keith Phillips checked his watch and sighed – still an hour to go before the end of his shift. Tonight had been a long, frustrating evening and while he had been busy earlier, the last couple of hours had been quiet and he had been patrolling on foot on his own. The usually busy streets were empty due to a combination of a fine drizzle and the fact that it was three days before Christmas. He sighed again as he turned to head back towards the station. On nights like this, he really wished he had a police dog to keep him company.
Keith took out his phone in the forlorn hope that someone would have texted him – no luck. Everyone he knew apart from work colleagues was probably asleep. As he resigned himself to a miserable trudge back through the silent streets, he caught sight of a car’s headlights shining out from a garage block. The block was at the end of a narrow, darkened lane and he had often found people up there shooting up. At this time of night, any light was unusual so he squared his shoulders inside his stab vest and walked up the lane.
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Note: This is the continuation of a long-running story by Thunder. To start at the very beginning, click for James — Part 1. And also see Metalbond Q&A: Thunder
Master Alan pointed out to me this morning that it’s been almost a full year since we have updated you on my training and life as his human dog and thought it would be a good thing for me to come sit and write about the last year. When he said this, I realized so much just feels natural that it’s often not too often I think to document it now.
Last year I wrote about our New Year’s parties and we are currently in heavy planning for those coming up next week. I have not been told if I will be allowed to attend the employee one this year (last year I was caged in the closet) but know I will be at the family and friend’s one diligently looking for scraps on the floor from my all fours position. It was a warm Christmas here in Atlanta, so Master was very excited that I did not have to dress and could stay naked on all fours throughout the day, including two of the holiday parties we attended.
Both of them have private driveways so I was in full dog mode from the minute he left me out of the tailgate of the SUV. I am lucky that he lets me dress and ride in the backseat as a human, but this year he bought a BMW X7 with a big hatch area, so, when in the proper place I now “transform” in the back seat and exit from the hatch. It’s been an adjustment getting my old body to make that jump!
Continue reading James — 2019 Review