Here’s another one from My Friends Feet — this time featuring Christian Wilde, whom Metalbond readers will recognize from his many shoots at KinkMen
In this scene, Officer Wilde messed with the wrong hombres and finds himself tied up and tickle tortured after he gave two guys a speeding ticket.
See the VIDEO at My Friends Feet
By Coinnigh
This story was originally posted to the Chastity Belt and Device Fiction page (Altairboy’s site, link here). It has been “re-imagined” as a male-male story.
When I told my boyfriend what happened, he said, ‘I guess you got what you wanted.’ Here’s how.
I am an aviation engineer. I work at an experimental facility where we test airplane components. I have worn a chastity belt of my own design for over a year. It is a steel tube that covers my cock. There is a chain that fits over my cock and balls and is locked in place. My boyfriend is my reluctant keyholder as he considers me weird for wearing a belt but goes along with my compulsion to humour me. He holds the keys, and we have sex only on his schedule not mine, which often means I am left feeling like a horny and hungry bottom. This was all fairly tame stuff until I wanted to go to the next level. I asked my boyfriend if I could be released from my belt so I could work on a more advanced unit. One that would do more to punish my erections and force me to be more faithful in thought as well as deed.
By Takeo
Arrival in Berlin
Just as the train stops, I hear a noise. An envelope slips under the door. I hastily tear it off and find a key. I immediately try it and manage to open the padlock of the chain that links my wrists. I take the envelope back to look for the other keys, but nothing, the envelope is empty. I hear the controller going around the compartments. He knocks on the door and asks me to get off. I tell him I will be out in a minute. I have no choice than to accept the situation, there will be nothing more.
I put on my t-shirt and get down on the platform, leather cuffs padlocked on my wrists and chastity belt under my sports outfit, fortunately not too tight. I hide the leather pieces by putting my hands in my pockets. But finally at this hour at the Berlin train station, people are in a hurry to go to work and nobody pays attention to the little Swiss guy in sportswear. I walk down the platform thinking about the events of the day before and what is to come. I feel my cock start to harden, stopped immediately by the cage…
By Stormbound
I said goodbye to Josh and followed the orderly out as he led me up a floor and into a small but plush office full of dark wood and overstuffed furniture where the doctor was waiting behind a desk. He introduced himself as Dr. Stevens and asked if I had any questions about Josh.
I asked about his reason for being committed and his treatment saying he looked rather healthy. But the doctor said looks can be deceiving and that Josh suffers from a sensory disorder that leads to high levels of aggressive and dominant behavior. Further this had coupled with some rather disturbing sexual desires of a homosexual nature. All of this had required some rather intensive therapy designed to train him to reduce this aggression through sensory restriction.
He went on saying that Josh had been changed into a more casual form of restraint and uniform for our visit, but that his normal uniform was much more severe as part of the sensory restriction. He assured me that all the treatments had been cleared by an external medical review board and that it was all totally humane. Sadly, when I asked about when Josh might be able to be released, while he thought Josh was making progress, he didn’t think he was ready for release any time soon. He said ultimately it was up to me as his now legal guardian, but his medical advice was to keep Josh committed at this time. In fact before Josh’s father had passed away unexpectedly, he had been mulling some proposals by Dr. Sevens for further enhancements to Josh’s treatment to help improve progress and ensure long term health.
By Justin I
If you missed the beginning, click for Part 1
Sharing every moment of tormentous pleasure would fill novels. Four years is a long time to build stories, especially with a minimum of two forms of play a day. On days I have the entire day or I feel especially happy or frustrated, then we spend even more time together. You will accept my generous favor of sharing highlights.
13 Months Post 1st Meeting
Having used the chip in Sam’s head, I programmed a sort of “yes/no” switch in the decision and “gut feeling” part of the brain. This feature had especially come in handy when I made suggestions for Sam, then reinforcing a good feeling in his mind he most often agreed. After he really bulked up and leaned down, I suggested he work on the yards in 5-inch inseam shorts with no shirt. He got funny looks at first, but after a week was normal. I was in heaven, my boy was buff, honey blond with golden tan skin. Of course I gave him special sunscreen that encouraged his tan without damage or burn to his skin.
Continue reading Subject Neighbor – Turned Subject – Part 02
By ChastitySub
Part I
The Cop and the Dominator had met at the gym. They started working out together: the Cop liked the Dominator for pushing him harder in his lifting workouts. Sure, maybe he was a little attracted to the Dominator on some man-to-man level … but the Cop was a straight, tough cop, and didn’t go that way sexually.
The Cop would show up at the gym in his motorcycle uniform with his big, black, shiny boots creaking on the wooden floor as he walked through the gym as if he owned it — along with all those sweating under unforgiving machines. From time to time, he’d stop to flirt with a slender woman at the front desk, or look insistently in the direction of a girl working out.
The Cop clearly liked standing around the gym in his uniform before heading to the locker room, where he’d change into tight military-issue green shorts and a jockstrap. Sometimes he would wear a regular jockstrap, but other times a jock and cup. The cup would cause a huge bulge in his little green shorts, and the top of his jockstrap often poked teasingly over the shorts’ waistband. But clearly he could care less if the gays and drooling women kept looking at the suggesting bulge. The Cop had big strong legs, and a muscular butt round enough to stretch the fabric of his shorts into two perfect spheres. He exhibited smooth pecs that Dominator was convinced were shaved, although he never teased the Cop about it. The Cop’s pecs and nipples stood out in his tight white under armor shirt.
