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Thirty Hours

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By rts

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I am wearing my 20-hole steel toe Rangers with tight black thick leather pants tucked in. The leathers have a removable codpiece, and centered over my butt is a round opening directly placed to give access to my butthole. My upper body is clothed in a tight leather shirt over which I am zipped into a heavy black collarless motorcycle jacket. My hands are gloved in leather gauntlets. I am standing in a very warm underground concrete cell waiting in silence and dressed as I was told to be.

Over my head there is a chain hanging from a pulley. The end of this chain is attached to a hand crank mounted on one wall. The cell is about 12 X 12 feet, windowless with only a steel door for access. I am excited standing here uncertain of what’s to come. I have only met this leather wearing skin online, I wanting to experience an inescapable bondage weekend in full gear, and he wanting to put a booted guy in some uncomfortable restraints getting off on watching the struggle. After discussing the gear I would be wearing, agreeing to be under his total control for the weekend, and he to respect my limits I prepped myself by fasting 24 hrs before our meet and gave myself a good cleanout. Following his instructions I found his place late Saturday morning and let myself in the back door then down the stairs to this underground cell. We had only met online and talked on the phone about our interests and we hit it off.

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Prisoner Shackles Used by Aliens From Outer Space

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By Master Margarita

The story I have written here is 100% Fiction and written to give a sensational experience of an event that never actually occurred.

For those of you who do not believe the stories of an Alien Ship crash landing in the Nevada Desert and a Top Secret Military Base in the area where the Alien Ship crashed (better known as Area 51) never existed, I am able to tell you from my personal experience that many of the stories about it are true. You see, I was one of those working for the United States Government at the Top Secret Military Base. The Base had always been considered Top Secret; however the Alien Spaceship was never intended to be the initial purpose for the base.

My story starts with a UFO (Unidentified Flying Object) entering the Top Secret Military Bases Airspace. Any Aircraft, regardless of what it is that does not have authorization within this Restricted Air Space would be shot down. On October 21, 1971 an Alien Spacecraft entered into the Top Secret Military Bases Airspace. The Spaceship was cigar shaped and appeared as a large object, about three times the size of a football field. Military Protocol was to immediately take out anything invading the Restricted Air Space, so that is exactly what happened. A large missile that operates on stealth technology was launched. The UFO was at about a half mile in height and distance from the ground when the missile made a direct hit on the Spacecraft.

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Raptor – Chapter 3

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By Bikermike

The weeks went by with Alex settling down with the acceptance of his life as a slave, with no rights, no say, no clothes and no dignity. He had endured savage beatings, rape and physical exercises to the point of collapse. However, the more he thought about his situation the more excited he had become, with his cock being rock hard for much of the time. Occasionally at night he would masturbate, enjoying the feeling and taste of his own semen on his tongue, then fail to produce a vialful of ejaculate in the morning.

The resultant whipping would cause his cock to harden once again but he would then enjoy the almost brutal wanking he would receive from either Andy, James or Steve. By this time his body bore the scars of such beatings and he could only guess at the appearance of his broad muscled back (he had no access to a mirror), which made him even more excited the more he thought about it.

The food had been good, tasty and nutritious. He had decent washing facilities, was warm and had a relatively comfortable bed upon which to sleep. As he was unable to shave, his captors had trimmed his by now full beard once a fortnight (although as a slave, he had lost most of his sense of the passing of time).

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If you do ballet you can also be a bondage stud!

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Don’t let that ignorant airhead on Good Morning America tell you otherwise. Men who do ballet are studs! Take Nigel for example. After days of pain, humiliation and sex, tis ballet dancer has lost track of time, bound and gagged in the dungeon. Today he is whipped with the single-tail and left alone for hours. Check out the video below from Dream Boy Bondage!

If you do ballet you can also be a bondage stud

Last week Nigel was “living his best life,” doing ballet and making friends in his new city. Now everything has changed: He’s been brutally whipped and tortured, forced to suck a huge cock, brutally fucked repeatedly, covered with cum and jerked off – all while in pain, his limber body stretched to its limits. Today he is bound, face-up, on a small table, completely naked and gagged, his dancer’s body covered with welts from previous whippings. He’s lost track of time:  He knows he’s been fed several times and allowed to evacuate his bowels and sleep here and there, but every day is a blur of pain, humiliation and sex. He’s left alone, bound and helpless, for hours. Then Anthony returns and beats him with a crop then slices his creamy, lean stomach and chest with the single-tail whip. “I want you always hard!” Anthony announces, attaching the vacuum pump to his cock once again.

Here is a free video preview — be sure to watch in full-screen mode!

 

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Title of this episode: Nigel – Anthony’s Boy – Chapter 8

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Real life solitary confinement bet

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Could you spend 30 days in a completely dark room? I know many Metalbond readers would jump at the chance, even without a cash payoff at the end!

According to this article, two poker players placed a bet about this in real life!

solitary confinement bet

Thanks to Metalbond reader Phil for passing this along. He says it wasn’t widely reported in the U.S., outside of the poker player media.

Somebody absolutely MUST write a story based on this for the Prison Library!

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More With Jonas – Part 5

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By ty dehner

At times, the day passed quickly and at other times it passed oh so slowly. As the day went on, I wanted to be released more and more. It was getting harder for my cock to get harder, and the electro only seemed to be more intense each time. My breathing was labored in the hood, being gagged with the piss-soaked sock and the duct tape keeping it in. Even though the piss kept my mouth moist, my throat was getting scratchy because of the moaning and screaming I would do as the electro reach the high frequencies.

I was sweating in the heavy leather I was strapped into, but the hood kept my nose filled with the smell of leather. It was diabolical what Jonas had done to me. I had shot my load over and over, probably six or seven times. I lost count, just like I didn’t know the time of day or even where I was kept.

I didn’t know when Jonas or Max might return.

As I enjoyed the rest, I tried to get into things to that I could get hard and shoot another load. Another round started, and like the others before it was random and I didn’t know the extent of suffering I was going to endure. After a while I was able to get hard, as I felt the tightness of the bondage I was in. Things were building again, and as I was getting hard I started to lift my head. Quickly it was pushed down, and I felt something on the sides and top that kept my head from moving.

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