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Event Urinal – Part 08

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By Nitro

Note: This is the latest chapter in a long running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.

Nitro Event UrinalThe six of us are sitting around the table in the restaurant lavishing in the delicious steak dinner we had.  We have all been telling stories and catching up and have all laughed so hard that we hurt.  SIR was sharing with his friends stories of the bondage equipment we have built at home, and telling tales of how we have used it for hours on end.  Each of the guys all agreed that we need to set up a weekend for everyone to visit and not take so long between catchups.  Its been really great being one of the guys and joining in on the conversations this time.  The whole day I’ve not exactly been in a position to chime into the banter.

SIR would occasionally reach under the table and graze his hand over my crotch sending a jolt thru me as my dick shifted in the hidden rubber shorts under my street clothes.  There is always just something so sexy about wearing stealth gear out in public.  What would the other tables think if they knew that the guys at our table were in varying stages of rubber and fetish gear under their normal looking attire?  I’m sure that someone walking by has got to be confused at the sudden smell of rubber in the air!

“So boy – you’ve wanted to spend a day as a rubber urinal for a long time.  How was it?” SIR said looking at me.

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26 Hours Locked in a Below-Ground Cell

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Note: this is a re-post of a true bondage story by Bind of Men In Chains, which was previously shared in the Metalbond Prison Library back in 2012. There is video from the experience available at Serious Male Bondage.

By Bind

Mark, the owner of several websites including www.seriousmalebondage.com, has a very interesting thing on his back deck that he built.  They call it the “Deck Cell.”  The first time I saw it in person was February 2012.  I was invited to go up to San Francisco to experience some bondage at Mark’s place that we affectionately call the Serious Bondage Institute.  I was given a tour of the place, then we went outside to the back of his house and I saw it.  The moment that I saw the “deck cell” I knew that I needed to be locked in it.

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Discipline Technologies Florida Jail

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By Scribe

I read all of the Discipline Technologies brochures. I love bondage, but my play was always short-term and less frequent than I wanted. The thought of long-term confinement really turned me on. My better judgment hesitated, but finally my dick convinced me to contact DT about joining their prison population.

I am single, retired, and well off enough that I could disappear for a while and pay for my incarceration. I emailed DT informing them of my interest. They wrote back saying all their cells were full. Both their main prison and slave factory and their satellite Prison by the Sea were filled to capacity and had long waiting lists. I couldn’t believe how many guys want to be confined and tormented and are willing to pay for the privilege.

The DT representative, however, wrote that they were ready to open a new, third prison. While the main facility was located in the Midwest and the Prison by the Sea was located on the West Coast, the new prison was built at an isolated location in Florida. The DT salesperson assured me that the new facility offered the long-term solitary confinement I was seeking. The cost was not inexpensive but was within what I could afford.

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Strike 3! – Part 02

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By Chain slave

Strike 3, the beginning.

Message from Chainslave – It could so easily be, if only tops were man enough to carry through with their threats and promises.

My mind was racing. I was excited, apprehensive, (actually shitting myself) and trying to think how I was going to get through the weekend and then another whole week.

I needed to release my load as I desperately checked the solid locks denying me.

I collapsed onto my bed, head still spinning and as horny as hell. I kept checking the time as the hours moved on and sleep refusing to comfort me, I thought I may as well embrace my situation and accept my much begged for status as a slave. The last time I checked it was 02h23.

I woke up early in the morning with my cock straining in its tiny cage. I was trying desperately to think of anything other than my immediate dilemma, but the constant pain made it impossible. Thinking of the phrase I had heard so often “resistance if futile.” Reminding myself to relish it as I knew it’s what I truly wanted.

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