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Bondage between buddies in the playroom

Whiskey’s torment has been impressive so far, but the captive is far from breaking at the hands of sadistic dom Tye. Is that a smile on his cute face while Tye inflicts painful swipes with the flogger? The prisoner writhes and pulls against the ropes, but he’s going nowhere. Tye has more for the captive to endure, but not before he’s oiled up and naked, his big uncut cock flopping around. The pain of the molten wax finally starts to get the results Tye was hoping for, and you know it’s not over yet.

Bondage between buddies in the playroom

Bondage between buddies in the playroom

Bondage between buddies in the playroom

 

See the VIDEO at Bad Boy Bondage

Title: Tye And Whiskey – Part 3

The prisoner writhes and pulls against the ropes

The Making of ‘The Tournament Affair’

The information below is from @reconkayar, co-author with @mmmph82 of the male bondage story “The Tournament Affair.” If you haven’t read this fiction, click here.

 

@reconkayar writes:

I never sat down intending to write a bondage story.

Sometime in October of 2023, while I was on social media cultivating new like-minded contacts in the kink community – looking mostly for online company and conversation – I connected with a personable fellow kinkster called Denny – @mmmph82. We’ll call him Denny In-Real-Life – “IRL Denny” – to distinguish him from the character.

IRL Denny and I weren’t an obvious match – he’s fascinated by kidnap fantasies and long-term captivity. My attraction is more to casual, switch bondage sessions, with very little backstory and emphasis on moderate-length, challenging struggle episodes.  But we found common ground on our shared attraction to heavy bondage ties, gags, and guys in leather gear and boots.

After some get-acquainted time, Denny encouraged me to join him in some online role-play chat, spinning a kidnap scene with him as victim. I was reluctant.  “I’m TERRIBLE at this sort of thing,” I thought to myself, “and I don’t really LIKE kidnap fantasies…”

In the end, he persuaded me – maybe it’d turn out to be a sexy little diversion at a challenging moment in Denny’s personal life and my own, I thought – so we started chatting.  We did only a minimal amount of stage setting between us – he liked the idea that his character would catch a ride with a gaming team and then be drawn into an abduction, and I loved the narrative of “just let us tie your hands” that turns into something much more serious.

And off we went. In a nutshell, that is the story of how “The Tournament Affair” got written. After that first evening chatting and roleplaying, we called it a night, looked for one another online the next day, and picked up where we left off.  And the next day. And the day after that. For weeks upon weeks.  Yes, the ENTIRE story was improvised in role-play chat between IRL Denny and me.

There were several “light-bulb” moments during those early weeks of creating the story.  First and foremost, I learned I was correct about myself from the start – I AM TERRIBLE at role play.  The staccato back-and-forth of a stimulating role-play chat is totally beyond me.  When prompted to add the next line to a role play story, I instinctively produce detailed narrative.  So – IRL Denny writes a line, I write a paragraph.  IRL Denny writes another line.  I write three paragraphs. And thus what started out as a back-and-forth imagination exercise turned into a 12-chapter, 56,000 word novel.

At another key moment, a couple of weeks in, I asked IRL Denny to do me a favor – could he please take responsibility for preserving the story? It was clear to me we were creating something that people might want to read later. And yet all the text to the story was embodied only in X/Twitter DMs, with story text mixed in with any non-story discussion IRL Denny and I were having. And he agreed, issuing requests to X/Twitter support to make full chat downloadable in a single file.  And still, the story continued to spin out.

Only very occasionally did IRL Denny and I ever stop to plan out the upcoming twists in the story.  Instead, most of the time we simply improvised the story, each of us adjusting to what the other one put out. Nearly 100 percent of Denny’s dialogue and thoughts as they appear in the story were written by IRL Denny, and most of the non-dialogue narrative and actions and words of the teammates (not to mention those of Ken, since I’m IRL Ken) were written by me.

Respective kink interests of us both are reflected in the story.  All the thoughts about kidnapping and abduction, stealth measures, and gear, GOM activity, and notions of abduction and “disappearance” came from the mind of IRL Denny.  The detailed rope tying descriptions, constant gagging and re-gagging are mostly my own contributions.  And we both came together on our shared fetishes for manscent, leather smell, and boots.

Especially as the story wound down, there was much suspense between the two of us about how the story would conclude.  The ambivalence of the Denny character was reflected in the thoughts of IRL Denny. As I wrote Nathan’s and Ben’s dialogue in Parts 10 and 11, I was not at all certain whether IRL Denny would permit his character to utter voluntary consent to kidnap training, or if instead that would prove be a bridge too far for Denny, and the character would walk off into the night, The End. We settled these issue as we wrote, leading to the transition at the end of Part 11 and the dramatic opening of Part 12.

Taking the downloaded raw content from PDF format DM chat and turning it into publishable prose was a punishing exercise all its own – an exercise that took nearly two months of sustained effort. The downloaded file sent by X/Twitter support came to 950 pages of raw dialogue, all of which I needed to sift through to discard extraneous chatting, not to mention conduct a seemingly endless cleanup of grammar and wording. Esteemed kink friend @JarheadTop, who was drawn to the story on his initial read, was something of a savior, stepping up to review and edit the story with fresh eyes. He and Metal, our publisher, deserve massive credit for careful review and copy editing.  Only with their generous help did “The Tournament Affair” transform into as cohesive and readable a piece of writing as you’re seeing in the published work. We are grateful to them both. It’s no exaggeration to call “The Tournament Affair” a novel – it prints out at 145 pages.

Even now, I’m a bit agog that we created such distinctive and multidimensional characters as Nathan, Ari, Chad, and Ben turned out to be – all out of thin air, and all in the context of an improvised role-play chat. The reactions I get from the readers who have contacted me is that many feel as much of a connection to the four teammates as we do – I personally believe that IRL Denny has had serial crushes on each of the teammates at least once! And all this makes me excited about writing more stories built around the same characters, but not in DM format next time (please!).

All of us send our thanks those who made “The Tournament Affair” one of the most enjoyed male bondage stories on the Internet.

 

Metal would like to thank @reconkayar for the information above.

Read the Tournament Affair by clicking here

The Tournament Affair – Part 04

By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 4 – Wargame

[The opening ceremonies have concluded, with an Award of Distinction given to the Black Team for their bondage of Denny. Now they are transferring back in the golf cart to the competition area, with Denny still muzzled, bound, and ankles again locked down.]

The cart stops. Denny feels his ankles and feet being untied from the hooks on the floor. Feels himself being removed from the cart as the door unlocks and opens. He is still blindfolded but hobbles slowly to some location and feels himself laid on a kind of sleeping bag. Even with no idea where he is, this is very comfortable, he thinks. The most comfortable thing he’s laid on all day.  Certainly less stressful than being bound and gagged on the stool. His bonds are very strict and tight and Denny just lays there with legs stretched out on the sleeping bag.

As Denny sinks into a feeling of relief he starts to tune into what’s happening around him.  It’s his same kidnappers – he can hear voices through the masks just outside of the nook where he’s been stashed.  And he also hears the creak of leather as the team member who moved him arranges his corner – it’s the creak of tight leather pants – it has to be Ari.

Continue reading The Tournament Affair – Part 04

Theater review: A Clockwork Orange

 

They come down the left aisle from the back of the theater. Four of them — “droogs” as they call themselves. Audience members have already been asked to turn off their phones, and I am glad I have mine off already, because these guys look dangerous. I would not want to get on their bad side. One of them is holding a club, another a chain. They are wearing black pants and tank tops and white suspenders — and they are hot and muscular and intimidating. When they get to the stage, it does not take long before they are fighting with a rival gang, then beating up a bunch of innocent citizens — robbing and raping and smashing things, as violent street thugs in a dystopian society tend to do.

It’s the Off Broadway production of “A Clockwork Orange” at New World Stages, based on the classic Anthony Burgess novel, and I am sitting in Row C with my friend Frank, a fellow homo and bondage freak, and we are totally into this.

Readers of the Metalbond site will be pleased to know that about a third of the play takes place in prison. There is simulated hands-behind-the-back restraint, and a chair tie (but no full-body casting). And for those who remember the cringe-worthy scenes from the 1971 Stanley Kubrick movie in which Malcolm McDowell’s eyes are held open with clips and he is forced to watch violent movies, in this staging it’s a muscular prison guard’s hands holding the eyes of Alex DeLarge — aka Prisoner 6655321 —open.

Guys into HOM/GOM (hand-over-mouth/glove-over-mouth) action will no doubt get excited in these scenes, as I did. But perhaps we’re going to need a new term — HOE (hands-over-eyes)? Or maybe we can call it “forced media consumption”? That’s a genuine kink, right?

As a night out with a bondage buddy who also happens to be a fan of the male physique, “A Clockwork Orange” is fucking awesome. The inventive staging, the music and the lighting, and the athletic choreography make it something to experience. It’s a cross between a dance routine and a high-intensity workout regimen. These guys are ripped. There’s lots of chest pumping and flexing. You can practically taste the testosterone in the air. It’s an all-male cast, but the characters they portray are both male and female, so anytime there is kissing or sex or simulated rape it is homoerotic, male-on-male action. Good thing the sophisticated West 50th Street audience members are comfortable in their sexuality. A closet case like Mike Pence would not be able to handle a show like this.

As a play, this was good enough to hold my attention, although I am really glad I read the book beforehand. Otherwise it would have been much harder to know what the heck was going on. Most of the actors play multiple roles, which can be confusing at times. The actors speak in slang called Nadsat, which takes a while to pick up on. These guys also speak in thick British accents, making it even harder to understand them.

As I learned reading the novel, “droog” is a friend. To “viddy” is to see. “Horrorshow” is an adjective that means good. A “britva” is a blade, “krovvy” is blood, and “millicents” are police officers. “Cancers” are cigarettes, and “yarbles” are testicles. A “mesto” is a place, and “moloko” is milk. The milk that they drink is spiked with hallucinogens and stimulants.

Alex is played by Jonno Davies, who is the handsomest, hunkiest member of the gang. He is tied to that chair because he’s being treated with the “Ludovico Technique,” which is going to make him physically sick if he even so much as thinks about committing violent acts. It’s also, unfortunately, going to turn him into a “clockwork orange” — an organic being who is more of a machine because his ability to choose between good and evil is taken from him by the State. A further complication is that the treatment also makes him sick listening to his favorite music — classical, especially Beethoven (or “Ludwig van,” as Alex affectionately calls that hunkiest, most accomplished of composers).

The show is one act without an intermission and it is maybe about 10 minutes too long. It gets a bit preachy in sections. Most of the music is fantastic, especially the modern remixes of the classical, but I could do without that Frankie Goes to Hollywood song, “Relax,” which is so overused I can’t even imagine what they were thinking including that. And I was not fond of the dream sequence toward the end, mostly because in that scene Alex is wearing a hospital gown! I like him better shirtless.

 

The show is playing a limited run through January 6. I want to go see it again. The official website is here. Their Twitter feed is here.

You can get the book on Amazon, or at any bookstore, or you can read the Spark Notes page, which explains all the themes and symbolism, by clicking here. The Spark Notes include a Nadsat glossary here — worth a glance if you intend to read the book or see the show.

There are also a whole bunch of videos floating around out there. One of the most interesting is the “jail scene” from the earlier London production:

 

There was also a segment on Spectrum Cable’s “On Stage” program of Oct 28, in which Jonno Davies talks about his workout routine: