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16 Years of MetalbondNYC

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Today (March 11, 2025) marks the 16th anniversary of Metalbond! If you are new to this page, this is a FREE gay bondage adult website that is dedicated to the physically restrained male. You will find lots of pictures, previews of gay bondage porn, plenty of erotic fiction, and lots of links to other sites.

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As of today, there have been 10,208 individual postings on this website, including 2,016 story postings. This year alone, there has been a new story posting almost every day in January, every single day in February, and every single day so far this month in March.

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And thanks to all fellow prisoners who have helped keep this site going all these years — as well as all the Masters, slaves, pups, gimps, convicts, corrections officers, rubber guys, wankers, gooners, chastity guys, jocks, bears, otters, twinks, twunks, perverts, and all-around kinksters who visit this site regularly. Thanks to ty dehner for creating the artwork (directly below). Thanks to Pisslurper, who gifted a cock cage today that is being worn right now! And an extra special thank-you to the many authors who have sent stories over the years and who continue to do so!

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Leather Road Trip

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By rts

Part 1

I met this biker bud on line, he’s living about 700 miles from me but wanting to get together we agreed to meet halfway and go on a 1 week road trip on our Harleys. The basic rules were simple, in full leathers 24/7 and camping out every night and just get to know each other. We met up at a campground on the Columbia river, I was wearing my leather jeans, motorcycle jacket and 18″ linesmen boots, with just a T shirt and sox under my hides, the only thing I packed on the bike was my tent, bed roll and extra sox. It had been an almost 400 mile ride to the campsite and I had been feeling nice and horny the whole day.

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Chain Gang – Part 08

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By slaveobjectx

The Lucky Day

When you’re a slave, you get to thinking. There’s a lot of time for thinking in a place like that penitentiary. I was no great shakes at learning — lazy and a bum rather than stupid, I’d say now. But in there you get to thinking all kinds of things. Oh, there are the normal things — like when am I gonna be fed and will it be, like, worth eating? Let me tell you that sure doesn’t go a long way in a place like that. You need more to fill your time than the thoughts of a dumb animal. That’s giving in to them. That’s playing their game. There’s no books and sure as hell no TV — nothing to educate you except what you make of your situation. I guess I’m apologising in advance for giving you some of the thinking I did and I’m not claiming it’s profound or anything.

Like this whole thing with the chains, welded on and all. They’re there, they’re like that, to fuck with your mind. If you were tied up, say, rather than in chains then I think you’d waste a lot of time thinking about escape — because you know ropes can be cut. All right, you may not have a knife but then you might be foolish enough to keep your hopes alive by thinking of a bit of broken glass, or a jagged beer can or a broken beer bottle. But what way is there out of chains and metal? They know that. It fucks your mind because you soon know there’s no way out, know it deep inside yourself. The reason chains have always been used to bind slaves and animals is to keep them in their place and that place is pretty damn low so that a slave begins to think he’s an animal and not a man. Then, they keep you in a place, a physical space and you soon know you’re not going far with the weight of them, and the restricted length of them.

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The Cell

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By slaveobjectx

i was in my late 20s when this happened.

After some years of looking, i finally found a Master online who was seriously into caging and imprisoning slaves with a taste for metal bondage. As long as I can remember, i was fascinated by men in chains, behind bars, locked up. Chains and locks have a powerful psychological effect on me that rope bondage can not match. So i could not wait to hand myself over for a five-day, no-way-out, period of incarceration. i had not seen my Jailer/Master in advance but we had spent much time discussing my incarceration and ensuring that i trusted him totally.

So on Monday i went to a quiet deserted street under the railway arches in South London. He appeared on his motorcycle at exactly 10 p.m. Without a word i took the helmet he offered me, put it on, and got on behind him on the motorbike. The helmet had a blackened visor – as a result i could not see where we were going, only the street lights and the rear lights of cars penetrated the darkness. It felt like being kidnapped. Certainly already it led to a sense that I was not in control.

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Safe

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By boyryan54

Boyryan54I heard some muffled motions upstairs and then heard the heavy steel door unlock. I looked up between the bars of my cell to see one of my Masters quickly coming down the stairs into the dungeon, carrying a box. I quickly knelt to my knees and adopted His preferred position.

“Hello slave. We have to leave quickly, but I am bringing you some supplies. Think of this like one of the times we have left you for a long weekend.”

He proceeded to place the open box up against the bars of my cell, and I felt my heart drop. I hated when my Masters left me alone for days at a time.

“Yes Master,” I replied, eyes cast down, head bowed as far as the high steel collar would allow, glancing at the thick rings in my nipples, and the word “slave” tattooed on my body above the full steel chastity belt.

“Here are extra of your usual meal shakes, bottles of water, and a gas mask. Your shackles will allow you to reach. Your cell is equipped with a water reservoir for the toilet, and we have some battery power should anything happen. I’m sorry, but we can’t risk taking you out and exposing us. But you will be safe here.”

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