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‘Reflected Glory’ by Hooder

Hooder is one of the most prolific male BDSM fiction authors. He’s posted 165 stories (and counting!) over at Telmachus, a site filled with awesome artwork, stories and much more. One of Hooder’s most recent titles is “Reflected Glory,” which I found genuinely moving. Click the image directly below to read it:

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For a list of all the stories by Hooder, click here

The complete Telemachus Story Archive is here

You can also find Hooder on Recon

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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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Male BDSM fiction: The Enslavement of Ding-Dong

There’s a three-part story over at Gay Demon by the author who goes by the name of Kevin’s Path. It’s called “The Enslavement Of Ding-Dong,” and it is just as sick and twisted as you’d imagine from this author!

Click the image below to read all three chapters:

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MORE stories by Kevin’s Path available at Gay Demon here, as well as in the Metalbond Prison Library here.

Black Leather Cops and Revenge – Part 2

By Alex Ironrod © 2021

PART TWO – INITIATION

With my violated and beaten ass and aching arms, I made it back on my bike to my apartment in town. I pulled off my high black boots, stripped off my once shining leathers and took a long hot shower. It didn’t wash away the memory of my rape and I brooded in silence. What could I do alone to get my revenge? How could I get close to the leather-shirted Sergeant Tyrell and learn his tricks and his weaknesses?

Gradually a plan of action emerged. I would join the Highway Patrol and become a motor cop. With luck and careful planning, I could meet Tyrell again and I would take it from there. After all, I knew all about bikes; I’d been riding them for almost ten years, and my three-year military experience should count for something. I gave up my computer sales job and got ready.

I spit-polished my boots until they gleamed, put on a fresh pressed shirt and pants, slung my leather jacket round my shoulders, walked into the nearest Highway Patrol station – and signed on. It was easier than I dared to hope, with my existing background paving the way. Soon after I was called up to the Academy for training.

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