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New story by POW author

The author POW, who has shared a number of stories here on Metalbond (see VRansomware, VRealWorld and The Bare Minimum Cage) and who has a story site of his own called POW’s Fiction, has written a brand new one, Remote Controlled, which is inspired by The Edge Jail and Dungeon in California.

If you like incarceration, prolonged inescapable bondage, and edgy male BDSM fiction, you’re going to want to read this story. It’s very lengthy, so plan accordingly. It’s also very well written, and POW has given the reader the choice of THREE separate endings!

Please note that there are a number of elements of this story and others on this author’s site that are extreme, so read at your own risk!

Here’s a screen shot that links directly to the story:

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VRealWorld – Part 03

By POW

12: Visiting Hours

Jeff opened the bag from Martin while riding the train back to Brooklyn. It contained a pair of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He snorted. Thanks for the thought, Martin, but you have massively misjudged me if you think I’m going to need these. He stuffed the bag back into his backpack.

It was after 1 AM by the time he got home. Bill’s score continued to slowly drain away, which meant that he wasn’t “entertaining any visitors”, which Jeff had figured out was a very sophisticated-sounding euphemism for “being tortured and fucked by strangers”. That was probably for the best because Jeff was completely beat and wouldn’t have been able to stay awake long enough to go start his rescue attempt. Besides, according to Nightmare, he needed to plan… but that could wait until morning.

He woke up a little after 8, definitely earlier than he would on a typical Sunday. He checked in on Bill, who was up and pacing around his tiny cell again. His score had fallen to 204.

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VRealWorld – Part 02

Note: This is a sequel to VRansomwear. To start at the very beginning, click here.

VRealWorld

By POW

5: Hunter And His Handler

The bar was much busier when Jeff returned, unsurprising for 8:30 on a Saturday night. Jeff found Martin sitting at the same table as before talking with another man sitting across from him. Martin saw him and waved in greeting.

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” he said to the other at his table, who murmured a polite farewell and stood to go. It was at this point that Jeff noticed the third man at the table, who he had not seen before because he was down on all fours at the feet of the man who was rising to depart. Jeff, the son of generations of Brooklynites, was no stranger to other people engaging in odd behavior and had two stock responses in store for whenever he came across it. One was a blistering stream of profanity and the other was a carefully-blank expression and averted eyes. The first was generally reserved for behavior that affected Jeff in some way and so he was preparing to bring up the second response when something caught him off guard: the man on the floor, who was now rising up just like a dog about to follow in the footsteps of its master, was wearing a thick black rubber suit that looked exactly like the one he had seen Bill in yesterday. Jeff’s poker face crumbled and he gaped like a midwestern farm boy on his first trip to Times Square, only realizing he was doing it when Martin chuckled.

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VRealWorld – Part 01

Note: This is a sequel to VRansomwear. To start at the very beginning, click here.

VRealWorld

By POW

1: The Prisoner And The Picnicker

The prison cell is not large, maybe ten feet by twelve. There is a long extension at one corner, almost a hallway, at the end of which is a toilet and a sink. The walls are rough-cut stone, dank and dripping with moisture, spotted with lichen and streaked with mineral trails left behind by centuries of trickling water. The air seems like it should be clammy and cold, but instead it is clammy and hot and Bill often finds himself pressing himself up against the stone to try to have it suck some of the excess heat out of his body.

The lighting is dim. Any color that might exist is washed into formless shades of grey. The light comes from nowhere in particular, which is odd because the cell has no windows and there are no light fixtures anywhere that Bill can find. Yet somehow, he can see, though in a limited, gloomy, dismal way. Depressing as it is, at least he’s not stuck in complete blackness.

He has been locked in this cell for what he believes to be more than a week. It is hard to measure time, of course. He is fed occasionally, though on no schedule he can predict, and there is never any change in the light level to draw a distinction between day and night. The only thing keeping him from going insane from boredom and isolation is the occasional arrival of… well, call them “visitors”. Like the food, the visitors arrive at unpredictable intervals and for as long as they are there in the cell with him, boredom and isolation are very low down on his list of troubles. After the visitors leave, after an initial period where he appreciates and enjoys the restored peace and quiet, that’s when the boredom and isolation start to nag at him once more.

He has tried to find a way to escape, of course, but every attempt so far has been unsuccessful. His last serious effort was some unmeasurable amount of time ago. Perhaps two days, maybe three. Since that failure, he has been unable to think of anything to try next. There is one main reason for that:

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New story on the internet: ‘Escape Room Challenge’ by POW

The author known as POW has posted a new story to his Gay S&M Stories home page. It’s called “Escape Room Challenge,” and it’s definitely hot and exciting if you ask me! Be forewarned, though, that it is very long, and it also contains some messy play in the second part. It gets even more edgy — and hot — in the third part.

To read “Escape Room Challenge,” click here

Also check out POW’s author section in the Prison Library by clicking here

Handy self-bondage gadget

Check out the information and pictures sent in by Metalbond reader POW. He’s figured out a clever way to do self-bondage with a gadget you can get online. See below.

 

Handy self-bondage gadget

By POW

Bondage and sex are similar in that they are both better with a buddy, but still plenty of fun to do on your own. Sadly, tying yourself up effectively can be tough. You want to get the ropes tight enough to be worth the effort, but not so tight that you can’t get yourself out later. That last point is worth emphasizing: You do not want to die slowly and helplessly in a trap you put yourself in. Play safely. You can’t eliminate all risk from anything, but you can minimize and mitigate it by planning.

The Everlast #90 Line Tightener helps with that. It’s available from the manufacturer’s web site and also from Amazon. About $10 apiece at the time of this writing, it has the key feature that it can be easily operated one-handed. Buy two, one for each wrist.

The device allows rope to pass only one way through it. Fix your wrist to it with one rope (see photo), making sure to position it close to your palm so that your fingers and thumb can reach the release handles. Then slide the device along another rope. Pull all you want — you won’t be getting free. The manufacturer claims it can support 100 pounds of force, so don’t use it for a suspension, but it’ll hold fine against general-purpose struggling.

Then, when you want to set yourself free, squeeze the two handles. This opens the jaws that hold the rope and now the device will readily slide back the way it came.

self-bondage gadget

 

Some possibilities for use:

If you have two sturdy fixed objects at least eight feet apart, like support pillars in a basement, then you can put yourself on a medieval rack. Tie or chain your feet to one end and loop a rope around the other. Use the line tighteners to gradually inch your wrists further and further away from your body, stretching yourself out until you feel the strain in every joint. Then stretch yourself just a little further. When you feel you’ve suffered enough, squeeze the handles and set yourself free.

If you have a bed, you can spread-eagle yourself on it. This works best with a queen-size, but can work on a twin or king as well. Tie your ankles and knees in place by either fastening them to the feet of the bed or passing a rope under the bed (or under the mattress if you have a platform bed) and using it to pull your legs outward. Loop a rope around the headboard. When you’re ready to secure your hands, slide the line tighteners onto the headboard rope, then tie the headboard rope ends together so that it has only a little slack (see crude sketch). Slide the tighteners outward, using your left hand to hold the rope steady while your right hand pushes outward and vice versa. When your body adapts to the stretch, slide them out a little more. Then a little more. Lie there, feeling the slow burn in your muscles. Let the electrobox or the vibrator or the milking machine do its work on your dick while your hands are restrained far from the action. Or, if mechanical stimulation is not an option, lie there feeling the urge to stroke yourself off and the frustration of not being able to do it. And when it’s time to undo the bindings, squeeze the handles.

Use them for a self-inflicted hogtie: Secure your wrists and ankles separately, then pull your ankles toward your wrists with the line tightener. Keep them there for as long as you can stand it.

They can also be used during with-a-buddy play. If you attach the line tighteners to the wrists further away, out of the reach of those grasping fingers, then you’ve got a convenient way to tighten your victim’s bindings more and more as the scene goes on without having to undo and retie knots. And he won’t be able to do a thing about it.

Again, if you do play alone, be safe about it. Don’t put yourself into a position you can’t escape. Plan and practice your exit before committing to something irreversible, and once you’ve prepared — relax, suffer and enjoy it!

self bondage setup

 

Metal would like to thank POW for the pictures, information andideas!

The device is available from directly from Everlast Pulleys or from Amazon.

You can read stories by POW in the Prison Library or on his own website, located here.

VRansomwear – Chapter 5

VRansomwear

By POW

CHAPTER 5

It had been fairly easy for Evan to find the rubberlad. The VRealWorld app on his phone had said he was in Central Park, then suddenly it said he was in the area of Lincoln Square. He had the cab driver cruise the streets while he scanned the sidewalks for anyone dressed all in rubber. There were few enough people out, and the guy stuck out like a sore thumb. He told the cabbie to pull over, tipped generously, and hit “Enter VRealWorld” on the app, watching the rubberlad as he did. The effect was immediate. The rubberlad stopped his plodding walk and started looking around. Evan climbed out of the cab and stood, watching. Very quickly, the rubberlad spotted him, then started figuring out how to get to him. Evan decided to speed the process along and waited for him at the corner.

The cock-touch came, just as the app’s instructions had said it would. Then the guy knelt down and held up his wrists. Evan was ready – he tapped “Request Control” on the phone screen. In a few seconds, the phone chirped a happy tone and a green “Control Granted” message danced across the screen. He tapped the rubberlad’s wrists and murmured “cuffs”. Nothing seemed to happen.

But when he held up the phone and looked through the app, he could see the silver cuffs. And the rubberlad was certainly acting as if his wrists were now pinned together, trying and failing to separate them. Evan lowered the phone. The real-world view was almost comical, as if the guy was performing some kind of mime act.

[[WARNING: This story contains extreme elements that some readers might find objectionable. Continue reading at your own risk.]]

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