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Corporate Takeover – Chapter 06

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Note from Metal: This is a “fan imagined” conclusion to the story Corporate Takeover by lthr_jock. To start at the very beginning of this story, which originally appeared in the Prison Library back in 2020, click for Part 1.

By @bdsmsubrex

Brian woke to the familiar hum of the Blu-ray, his body encased in the leather harness and jockstrap, the scent of leather and sweat mingling with the lingering memory of Ken’s cigar smoke. His cock strained against the tight jockstrap, a constant reminder of his arousal. The supplements on the nightstand beckoned, but he hesitated, a flicker of unease cutting through the haze. He shook it off, popped two tablets, and headed to Ironworks, his mind already drifting to the next visit to Cuir Experience.

At the shop, Dave greeted him with a knowing grin, his leather vest stretched tight across his muscled chest. “Brian, you’re becoming a regular,” Dave said, leaning on the counter. “You’ve done us a solid — buying up the estate to save Boltz and this place.” Brian nodded, his chest swelling with pride, though the supplements dulled his usual sharpness. “As a thank you,” Dave continued, his tone shifting to command, “you’re to attend a weekend training with Master William, the local BDSM Master. Starts tomorrow. Be at Boltz at 6 PM sharp. Understood?”

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The ‘Just Bondage’ Session

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By Anonymous

A chance meeting at a local sauna sparked a conversation that uncovered our shared secret: a deep craving for heavy bondage. I admitted I can’t recall a time without this pull, a need so strong it drove me to years of stupid and reckless self-bondage experiments that cheated death but I was still hooked. He shared his own tale, voice hushed, eyes distant. His first taste came with an older woman who bound him in rubber and leather restraints, her head-to-toe latex igniting a lasting obsession. After they parted, he bought his own rubber gear in secret, experimenting alone until a self-bondage accident went so wrong it scared him so bad he locked his gear away. Neither of us sought romance or sex—just the raw intensity of bondage. We knew the risks of going solo, so we built a partnership grounded in trust to explore this together. One chance meeting gone right.

It’s 9 AM, and the room is set. A glossy black rubber sheet hugs the bed, anchored to the frame were 13 straps that would hold him in place. An electric blanket beneath and three infrared lamps above cycling 30 minutes on, 30 minutes off, would keep him warm.The air carries a faint scent of rubber and silicone lube, sterile yet heavy. A bag for the piss tube hangs discreetly by the bed, and my tablet displays real-time data from his Bluetooth oxygen sensor and heart monitor. A large bag of electrolyte hydration drink hangs on a small stand, its tube connected to the bite gag for when he needs a drink. Everything is prepped, negotiated and tested—this is his fourth session, and thinks he is ready for a 10-hour plunge, from now until 7 PM.

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It started with Mitts –Part 07

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By bondagegimp

Seduction – an interlude

I must have been sobbing loudly in my sleep, because I wake up to Bob shaking me. “What’s wrong, kiddo? Another panic attack? Do you want me to get you out of the sack?” Bob sounds really worried! I have to collect myself first, my voice actually sounds tearful. I’ve lost my composure in my dream, I must have really been crying. With my voice still choked with tears, I say: “It was just a nightmare, I had a bad dream. But I’m fine, I didn’t panic.” I feel safe in the sleepsack and in Bob’s arms, I don’t want to get out at the moment, on the contrary. I bury my head in Bob’s muscles. He hugs me, kisses me, comforts me.

He nestles his head against mine. He just holds me tightly, very tightly in his arms. As if he doesn’t want to let me go. Like in my dream. As I realize this, a tear rolls out of my eye. Bob stays awake, holding me close until I regain my composure and fall asleep. When I wake up again, bright morning light is already coming through the curtains. Bob is still holding me tightly. He notices that I’m awake and hugs me even tighter. I rub my head against him – it’s the only reaction I can show. After a while, Bob says he’s going to get us breakfast. I lie down alone. The dark feeling in my stomach quickly returns. But it gets lost in the mix of emotions, and the sadness from the dream that still hangs over me is the heaviest of them all. I crawl in bed to where Bob was sleeping, crawl my head under his blanket, smell him. It calms me down.

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