When it comes to his weekly date with Leeroy Jones, Aspen never really knows what kind of situation he’ll be walking into. Leeroy likes to keep things weird, and today is no exception, as Aspen enters Leeroy’s chambers to discover someone else standing in the corner. Intrigued, Aspen steals a look, but Daddy Leeroy is having none of that disobedience, and immediately punishes Aspen for breaking the rules. Leeroy is stern, with a firm hand and a keen sense of discipline, but he’s also very giving (and has plenty to give). Aspen may not ever know what to expect, but he always leaves wanting more, which is just how Leeroy wants it!
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While I know this does not chronologically fall within the story of my training I have been describing the last few months when time and my Master allows (sorry about the delay on part 9), He asked me to send you a special real time update as he thought you might be interested in our New Year’s weekend. For the readers, I need to remind them that what I am describing, now, is almost nine and a half years after the transition and the training that I was receiving at that time. Now, at 52, I am semi-retired thanks to a tremendous opportunity to sell off part of the firm my colleague William and I built a few years ago and that has left me the opportunity to spend more time at home focusing on Alan, my Husband Master who has kept me in a hybrid role of husband, dog, slave, and gimp throughout the last ten years as we have evolved our lives, friendships, and our contracts with each other.
Now that all of that is out of the way, we are wrapping up our New Year’s parties after having hosted two the past two nights. I thought you might be interested in hearing about them as they could not have been more different.
On Monday, New Year’s Eve night, we played host to Alan’s work party, hosting the 100 or so employees, friends, and their partners from his company to our home outside of Atlanta and then, New Year’s Day, we hosted all of our friends who are “in the know”. When we entertain, Alan is fastidious that everything be as close to perfect in our home as possible so, he had arranged for my schedule to have me home all week so I could focus on the lists of things that he wanted done prior to the parties. He completely controls my calendar at work and home (my assistant is the slave of a Master we know), so none of this was shocking and each day, when he left for work, he allowed me on two legs so I could work all day on the lists he gave me.
Continue reading James – Part 9
Some recent emails from Metalbond readers:
Hope all is well. Thanks for your awesome site.
I have a question regarding “Roger.” Is there a longer version of this incredible story with a very provocative end? I love the stories you post, but “Roger” is my favourite.
Hi! I’m a big fan of the “Roger” series on Metalbond and was wondering if anyone could continue the story? It was definitely left open ended. Can you find an author to continue that? Do you have any more cuckold-themed stories you can post on the site?
Dear s tom and Chicago Leatherman,
Oh fuck yeah, I agree with you guys that “Roger” is a really hot story! I’m afraid the author has not promised any new updates for that one, but he has teased me with a brand new story at some point.
In case you have not already read them, there are two other gay cuckold stories in the Prison Library: Gay Male Cuckold: A True Story and How My Cuckolding Fantasy Came True.
But I don’t have any new gay cuckold stories to share at this time. I sure wish I did!
There are (were) a whole bunch of gay cuckolding pages on Tumblr, including cucktales69, cancuck and fuck-yeah-gay-cuckolds (plus many others). These pages had lots of content before Tumblr banned porn, and I am not sure if you can even see their content anymore. There are also several eBooks on Amazon, including Cuckolded: How My Husband Found His Boyfriend. And if you are on FetLife, there are at least two gay cuckold groups there (Gay Cuckold Personals and Gay Cuckolds & Cuckolding) that I am aware of.
Meanwhile, if you yourself — or anyone reading this — would like to write a gay cuckold story, especially one involving bondage and/or chastity, please feel free!
NOTE: Apologies for the delay in relaying this part of the story. I made a significant mistake with one of our investments, so my Husband Owner Alan took away my humanity at home for three weeks — which meant I was not able to do anything with my hands, such as type this update.
When Sir Michael was finished with my hair he took the entire $80 and sent me on my way back out to the car to meet Cody where he was waiting. Over the 10 days I had lost a bit of weight and new muscles in my arms and legs from crawling were beginning to show, so that, combined with my new military haircut, got me feeling like I had just won the whole dog show.
It was now around 3:00, and Cody told me that we were making a stop at Todd’s precinct and that he would be taking me for the rest of the day. I so wanted to ask 200 questions but was enjoying not being gagged so I decided to just go with the plans. We soon pulled up at the precinct, and Todd, in his tight glorious uniform, was waiting in the parking lot and quickly ushered me from Cody’s car to his Jeep.
When we were inside the Jeep he said, “Today is your first day of the dual life, and Alan and I agree on the fact that when you are fully clothed and not collared you are James, my friend’s husband with whom I have a dominant friendship. I want you to know how proud of you I have been over the last 10 days, but know that the next few are going to also be unusual in your mind as things settle, but they will settle. Know that.”
Continue reading James – Part 8
By David Sellers
“You’re going to be locked in here,” Roger says, slowly stroking my cock as he looks into my eyes, “while I sleep in your bed, with your husband. But first he’s going to fuck me. Then I’m going to fall asleep in your husband’s arms and you’re still going to locked in here, helpless and miserable, because your sadistic husband allows his sadistic boyfriend to do this to you. He lets me put you away like this, lock you up like this, you pathetic fuck.”
That’s usually what Roger says — or something close to it — before he snaps the blindfold to the hood. I’m already gagged, laced tight in a sleepsack, and strapped down to the bondage board in the playroom my husband and I built a few years before we met Roger.
Continue reading Roger – Part 1