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Starlight – Part 03

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By Raybound

The flight back from Saratoga was very relaxed. I was still locked into the steel cock restraint but travelled light, tee shirt and shorts. Jed, as usual, had the full black leather get up. On the journey we got to discussing his boots. The company that made them, Jean Gaborit, was French. He told me how they had taken three months to arrive, having been hand made to measure.

To my mind it was well worth the wait. They were the perfect boot, heavy grade black leather with lacing around fourteen pairs of steel hooks. They really underlined his authority, something that I found incredibly erotic. Jed was tall with a fine, muscled body and the combination of skin-tight leather jeans worn beneath the boots that reached right onto the knee where the laces were tied with neat bows and a wide saddle leather belt with a triple buckle arrangement at the waist looked absolutely fantastic.

[[WARNING: This story contains extreme elements that some readers might find objectionable. Continue reading at your own risk.]]

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Men Forged in Iron, Leather, Fear, And Blood

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By Jockboy

Hour 0: More Than I Bargained For

I thought I was ready for this. Sixty-seven hours sequestered in that rotting tomb of an abandoned prison—facing down four men whose cruelty I’d worshipped and feared online, clinging to the fantasy that this was my forge, my shot at genuine mastery.

Pain isn’t new to me. My body’s been shaped by rugby scrums, USMC infantry runs, and the silence of rooms where control passes on the snap of a cuff or the thud of a paddle. I’m built thick, a compact fortress: broad chest with the striations of hundreds of bench presses, shoulders like capped stone, hands calloused from rifles and barbells and uncounted deadlifts.

My shins and knees bear the roadmap of old wounds—rugby studs, gravel pits, forced marches—etched in white ridges and purpled, weathered skin.

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A Custom Built Isolation Cell

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By Scribe

I am quite proud of the dungeon I have built in my basement. I have a cross, bondage table, doggy cage, and sling together with the usual equipment; hoods, sleepsack, restraints, floggers, and whips. The problem is, my visits with an available dom are infrequent. My bondage equipment requires that someone else secures me and releases me. I never get as much bondage and punishment as I would like.

Consequently, I read with interest an ad from Discipline Technologies offering to build a prison cell in my own home. I could imprison myself without any help and remain incarcerated for up to two weeks before being released, again without outside assistance.

I requested additional details and received a packet of information illustrating designs and options. The cost was substantial but the product looked very exciting, much beyond any bondage I had ever experienced.

I chose what DT called a pit cell. The cell would be in my basement dungeon but entry would be from a trap door built into the floor from the bedroom above.

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RotherhamMan: Twisting Muscles, Superheroes, and Fantasies That Go Deep

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Looking for stories that push boundaries and get your blood pumping? Meet RotherhamMan, a writer of unapologetically horny, often intense, and always imaginative gay kink fiction. If you’re into muscle growth, superhero corruption, or otherworldly domination fantasies, you’re going to want to explore his work.

“I write all sorts of gay kink that turns me on,” says RotherhamMan — and he absolutely delivers on that promise.

RotherhamMan launches a page on SubscribeStar to showcase his male erotic fantasy fiction

 

This author’s fiction dives headfirst into a world of fantastical muscle, erotic transformation, power play, and dark pleasure. His stories often play out in warped versions of well-known sci-fi classic universes, with characters being twisted, trained, or transformed in every way you can imagine — and a few you probably haven’t.

His works include scenarios like:

  • A captured space marine brought to heel by the very alien bugs he was trained to destroy.
  • A twisted take on the Avengers, where Spider-Man becomes the center of a dark and intensely sexual “training” program.
  • Darkseid empowering villains to break the Justice League in every possible sense.
  • Muscle-pumped experiments turning Captain America and the Winter Soldier into brawny, brain-drained beasts with insatiable appetites.

RotherhamMan is a commission-friendly author, too. “I’m usually open for commissions and while I do a lot of superhero stuff I’m not limited to it,” he explains. “No need for anyone to think I don’t have other interests or am not open to anything. Obviously I have a whole bunch of kinks and will write them with enthusiasm.”

You can explore RotherhamMan’s full library of work on Archive of Our Own, or connect with him and support his writing through his Linktree. He’s also active on X (formerly Twitter) and Blue Sky. You can also access his commission form on Google by clicking here.

If you’re interested in early access to his latest work, he’s also started releasing content on itch.io. “The stories I haven’t yet started posting on the SubscribeStar are available there for anyone who want them in advance,” he says. “If things go well there I might start writing more original works of my own that I’m excited about but don’t have a lot of incentive for.”

If erotic fiction that blends kink with superheroes, sci-fi, and dark fantasy sounds like your thing—RotherhamMan is a name you’ll want to remember!

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Strongman – Part 06

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By Peter B. and Art Intelli

Chapter Six: Captured by the Baldy Bikers

The roar of motorcycles died down as we pulled into a clearing deep in the woods. Firelight flickered off twisted tree trunks, casting eerie shadows over the makeshift biker camp. Many tents and oil drum fires surrounded a large circle of dirt in the center of the camp, with a row of heavy-duty choppers parked in a line like wild animals at rest.  Off to one side I saw an old-fashioned barber chair, the black leather seat torn and stained, but its chrome and porcelain gleaming in the firelight. At the other end of the camp I noticed several objects, all under filthy tarps, one appeared to be a large crate of some kind.

They yanked me off the back of the bike and dragged me toward the center dirt circle. My wrists ached from the cuffs, my breath coming in short gasps.  I was shoved to my knees.

“Welcome to your New Life, boy,” Q-Ball sneered.

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