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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 10

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NOTE: This is a new chapter of a long-running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.

Nitro AtlantaBy Nitro

Jake woke up in the middle of the night and had a raging hardon. He looked over to the side of the bed and saw the most beautiful image ever — his property was safely stored away in his sleepsack and snoring peacefully. Looking at the clock it was about 4AM and he knew he was going to get a few more hours. Not wanting to go all the way downstairs to piss, he grabbed the jug he had stashed beside the bed and pissed into it. What Ian didn’t know yet was that Jake wasn’t planning on wasting any piss this weekend. His boy was going to learn his role properly, the hard way. Jake laid back in bed and started sniffing his own musky pits while he was stroking his hardon. Fuck, his own smell was like poppers for him and it just made his dick harder. Reaching into the top drawer of his night stand he grabbed a pair of heavy tit clamps and laid them on his chest while he kept sniffing his pits and stroking his dick.

Yeah this NEEDED to be taken care of for him to get back to sleep. He was tugging at his meaty nipples and when they were painfully perky he attached the strong clamps and took a deep inhale of breath. Jake started playing back the images in his brain of his boy downstairs sweating on the table earlier and a bead of precum leaked from his cock.

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Thief

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By slavebladeboi

He sat there, although there was very little else he could do in the circumstances. Right wrist cuffed to right ankle, left wrist cuffed to left ankle and a short metal rod between his ankles which meant he could roll onto his side but that was about all. When his back ached too much he pulled his knees up to his chest, when his legs needed a stretch he straightened them again as much as he could. The cycle repeated itself in shorter and shorter spaces of time. He’d had his clothes on at first but they came after a while, cut and tore his shirt off, laughed as they pissed on him, pushed him over onto the wet concrete where the puddles accumulated and left.

He’d more or less dried off when they returned. This time they rolled him over and began to cut off his jeans. He’d protested at this only to hear one of them sigh. The same one, when the cutting and tearing had ended with him now only wearing his 16 hole boots, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal spring loaded clamp. They forced his mouth open and fixed this to the end of his tongue making his protests noisier but less coherent. The final addition was a thin chain, one end fixed to the clamp, the other to the centre of the ankle bar. This pulled on his tongue relentlessly unless he pulled his ankles tightly to his body but even then it wasn’t enough to get it back into his mouth. And of course it made his legs ache even more.

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Pest Control – Part 4

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By bndwolf80

gay bondage stories MetalbondNYCAfter the initial excitement at finally getting the chance to suck Matt’s cock I did manage to calm down. I settled into my rubber skin, still trapped in the arm and leg binders, the huge dog tail plug still stuck deep in my arse, and lay down beside Matt, half over his lap. Slowly, methodically, I sucked this amazing guy’s cock. Sometimes stopping, just letting it sit in my mouth. Sometimes deep throating him when the compulsion overwhelmed me (he’d always moan in pleasure when I did that). All the while, being careful to keep my drool under control, for fear of having to trade places with Dave the Urinal in the bathroom.

We’d stop every 30 minutes or so, when he got up to get another beer, or use the urinal. I wondered how tight Dave’s clamps were by now? How taught the ball strap? After a couple of visits I whined a little when he got up, indicating my need to piss, too. He helped me down off the couch and led me to the bathroom. I couldn’t see how much piss Dave had managed to produce, being unable to see over the edge of the bath, but he was still trapped in there, just as he had been a few hours earlier, so it must still have been below his target.

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Male BDSM porn: Killian fights back

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Meanwhile at BreederFuckers, proud, sporty man Killian is trapped in the most hellish position imaginable for a hetero! The bastard is strapped down to the discipline bench with his arse pointing in the air so they can freely grope and comment on his masculine body all they want. Scroll down for a free video preview.

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Killian grows increasingly enraged, fighting furiously against his shackles and swearing in his sexy Irish accent. They sniff and fondle the rubbery knot of his tempting pink hole and the fucker can’t do anything about it except buck against his straps like a wild beast. But they are not content just taking pervy thrills; they want him to beg for cock! Killian receives sadistic and relentless punishment until they break him. Not only does his arse go red from his beating, but his face and chest also flare red in his absolute rage! The filthy animal loses all bodily control and releases a stream of piss. With his arse already throbbing in pain, his further spanking is excruciating. Not only does the straight captive finally ask for cock, but he must watch them laughing in his face while they thrust their dicks up his virgin bumhole. Burning in shame, he takes loads over his freshly plowed arse and stricken face.

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Jonas – Part 2

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By ty dehner

Lying on the bed in the rubber dry suit, hooded in rubber and in heavy iron shackles I just listened as I heard the garage door open, then close. Shortly after Jonas was standing over me. He had a heavy chain that is attached to the steel collar with a Master lock and tugged on it to get me off the bed. He smiled at me, “Oh you’re going to like what happens next boy.” He turned and led me down the hallway and into the garage.

Jonas had pulled his truck into my garage with the bed towards the door. He tugged on the chain and instructed me to climb into the back. I turned looking at him, questioning his order.

“Listen, you’re not in any real position to question anything I want you to do. You’re locked in that suit until I decide you will come out of it. So, get in the fucking truck bed on your back.”

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Poll question: Would you use a human urinal bound in the men’s room at a leather bar?

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This posting is inspired by ty dehner — author of the male BDSM story “Jonas” currently running in the Metalbond Prison Library. He suggested a poll asking the question, “If you walked into a men’s room at a leather bar and found a rubber object bound and ready to be used as a urinal, would you?” Wanting to get at the bottom of this serious matter, I posted the question as a poll on the official Metalbond Twitter feed, and the results are in:

  • 87 percent said that yes, they would indeed piss in the human urinal!
  • 13 percent said no.

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Two of the respondents wisely added a comment that they would use the guy as a urinal provided he gave a consent signal such as the nod of his head. Another respondent said that he would like to use the guy as a urinal but that seeing him bound would make him so hard he would be unable to piss.

How about you? Assuming there was consent, would you make use of the rubber object bound as a urinal? Although the Twitter poll is ended, you can leave a message with your response in the comments section below.