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Just Bondage – Part 01

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By Dalton Ott

Note from Metal: This is a re-post of a true bondage story that was originally posted under Anonymous. The author, Dalton Ott, who has been featured prominently on Serious Male Bondage, has subsequently revised his story, added to it, and has agreed to have it appear again, and under his name this time.

At a local sauna two men engaging in friendly conversation somehow stumbled on to the topic of bondage, not your usual sauna conversation. It was awkward at first but soon they discovered they shared a common secret. They were both secretly into heavy sensory deprivation bondage.

The excitement grew into a three-hour, intense conversation at a local coffee shop. They shared stories about their experiences and bondage equipment, what they owned and what they fantasized about.

They eventually talked about their unfulfilled bondage fantasies and discovered they both enjoyed extreme bondage without the need for sex. All they wanted to experience were long sensory deprivation sessions in heavy rubber or leather. They both had an unquenched passion to explore the depths of extreme subspace.

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More lockup in the new year

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The new year always gives us kinksters an opportunity to push boundaries and to try something new. Ever wanted to be chained up for three days? Maybe you can handle five days? Want to spend all of Locktober in chastity like the man pictured here did? Not only did he spend all of Locktober with his dick locked up, but a large portion of September as well! Impressive!

Pisslurper in chastity

 

How are YOU going to push yourself in the new year? Have you thought about attending a kink event in a different city? There’s no time like today to book it! Perhaps you’ve always wanted to spend a few days in Iowa, locked up in a historic jail? Why not finally make it happen this year? Want to explore impact play? Learn how to tie a body harness? Or maybe writing a bondage story or drawing a bondage picture, or purchasing a piece of gear of equipment you’ve always wanted? If you are living in a city with a bondage club, by all means GO and find out what it is like! Or maybe simply going to the grocery store with a chain collar padlocked around your neck, or working out with your trainer at the gym that way, or going to a gay bathhouse on a Sunday afternoon is a way to push yourself in the new year.

Whether you are into handcuffs, or rope, or leather restraints, or anything else, be sure to live the life you want! Whether you are a prisoner, a guard, a chastity-device-wearing cocksucker, a bator bro, a rubber guy, a gooner, a sadist, a bootlicker, a slave, a furry, a kinky trans man, a drone object, or an Old Guard Leather Sir, I wish you a happy new year.

—Metal

(typing this while locked in darbies handcuffs and hobble-length leg irons that I have been locked in since Tuesday with keys locked in a keysafe)

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Meeting Him for a First Time – Part 01

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Note: This story is by Eckie, and it is from his website, Eckie aka Bondagfan. It is being shared here with the author’s permission.

By Eckie

I could not tell what makes this bond special, we have never met, we had some occasional conversations over email, some more intense ones for a while and then again just the rare occasional one. From my side for sure it was fascination, he lived what I a lot of times fantasized about, or to be said better: he allowed his slave object to live what I often dreamed about in wet fantasies, and not just for a short game, no, he lived that for more than two decades already permanent. A Man, stripped of all humanity, made into a permanent rubber object existing only in the small of his master’s worlds, by his side or heavily chained in storage in a small basement cell.

It was a few images of a scenario that just got me going from the first time I saw those and I kept looking at them many times in the years after, and suddenly a longer while ago that very object was contacting me by message, we talked for a while, that’s how I also got to chat later then with his Master and Owner.

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The Lock-In – Part 04

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By Cuffed Locked

It must have been late Sunday night or maybe it was Monday morning already. I could not be sure because I had no clock, nothing to track time. I had been chained by my neck to a solid ring bolted to the floor of my hot neighbor Caleb’s basement since Thursday night after work, and I was starting to get scared because I definitely had to be at work again Tuesday morning! I was trying to free myself from his “escape room,” which, thanks to his friend Derek and a pair of police handcuffs, was really turning into more of a bondage torture room.

Yes I was bound, securely, and I as more physically sore and mentally frustrated than ever. But something in the ache reminded me that no matter the punishment, I was here by choice. Not by mistake. No hint. Just a very secure chain. A heavy collar. And a combination padlock I was still trying to jail break. I was still fighting.

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The Lock-In – Part 02

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By Cuffed Locked

If you missed it, click for Part 1

My arm was going numb. I had been cranking for what felt like hours. Thirty seconds of spinning to earn maybe ten seconds of light. Long enough to try two combinations, maybe three, on the padlock securing my chain to the solid bolt in Caleb’s floor before the bulb overhead sputtered out and I was swallowed in darkness again. I’d started at 0000. I was somewhere around 0042 now. Forty-two combinations. It felt like nothing. It was nothing. And yet every few attempts meant another round of burning my shoulder, feeding that sad little generator like I was shoveling coal into a dying furnace.

And the second I stopped moving, the silence came rushing back in.

I was trapped in my neighbor’s basement, in a custom escape room that he challenged me to escape from with no safe word, no early outs. And no phone. No clock. No sunlight. I didn’t know if it was 3 a.m. or 9 a.m. I didn’t know if Caleb was upstairs, asleep, watching, or not even home. And somehow, that made it worse. When the light blinked on again, I caught my reflection in the metal face of the lock. My jaw was clenched. Sweat trickled down my chest.

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The Lock-In – Part 01

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By Cuffed Locked

It was a Friday afternoon when I wandered over to Caleb’s garage, as I had dozens of times before. I usually stopped by on Fridays. We had one of those neighborly routines, not quite friends, not quite strangers, but something in between. I’d wander over with a beer and a story from the office. He liked my stories, and I liked watching him work. It was easy. Today, the late-summer heat was thick in the air, and the sound of Caleb’s tools echoed out into the driveway, clinks and whirrs like music he didn’t need speakers for.

His place always looked like the inside of a junkyard exploded and reorganized itself into a workshop. Piles of wires, wood scraps, old appliances taken apart and half rebuilt into God knows what. There was a sort of madness to it, but Caleb had a talent for rigging up stuff that worked. Dangerous stuff, sometimes. Genius stuff, always.

He was working on some half-dismantled snow blower, even though we were still a few months out from the first frost. That was Caleb, always two steps ahead, always building something, fixing something, or taking something apart just to see if he could put it back together better. He was shirtless, and his forearms flexed every time he twisted the wrench.

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Wade Endures Three Days of Pain

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Only a perfect specimen of muscle and athleticism could continue to struggle and lift his body after hours on the cross. Still, the strain on Wade Russell’s muscles and limbs is unbearable. At seven hours, the tough-as-nails prisoner hangs limp, his abdomen sucked in, his chest unable to inhale, until he forces himself upright again, crying in agony, his whole body shaking, his pain and exhaustion palpable, his lean flesh glistening with sweat, every muscle fiber ready to burst, until he is finally cut down, collapsing to the ground, the deep wounds from the whip still visible on his back and ass. No prisoner has ever suffered so beautifully.

Only a perfect specimen of muscle and athleticism could continue to struggle and lift his body after hours on the cross

Wade Endures Three Days of Pain

 

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Title of this update: Wade Russell: Three Days of Pain – Chapter 11

Wade Endures Three Days of Pain

Only a perfect specimen of muscle and athleticism could continue to struggle and lift his body after hours on the cross