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Rex: A James Story – Part 07

By Rex

Based on a true story.

The towel was cold as it moved down my shivering chest. I felt so exposed, hairless as I was, I had never shaved my underarms. My chest I shaved just once or twice to see that six-pack better but this was completely different, I haven’t been this smooth since I started looking at boys differently.

I hadn’t resisted when he had unlocked me and gently picked me up. I hadn’t resisted when he made sure I saw myself in the mirror, smooth and collared. I hadn’t resisted when he pointed out that I had a veritable waterfall of pre-cum leaking out of the cage and I certainly hadn’t resisted when he scooped it up and held it up to my face and yelled, “clean dog.”

I cleaned, I could have sucked the chrome off a trailer hitch. I was so horny, course I didn’t know what horny was yet, I would have l given anything for him to fuck me then and there.

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Rex: A James Story – Part 02

By Rex

Based on a true story. NOTE: This is a follow-up to Thunder’s story, called “James.” To start at the very beginning, click here.

I started coming to in the vehicle. The driver was either offroading or purposely hitting every pothole. I was about as physically shaken up as I was mentally. What happened after I blacked out? I must have been more disoriented than I thought. Only when I stretched did I realize that I was in a very small cage. It didn’t feel like those expensive heavy duty ones, no, it was more like a… a fucking dog cage.

I tried to recall everything that had happened. My Master was done with my attitude and had decided to course correct. I had started as his slave but over the years I had become more of a housemate. I still loved him deeply though, which is why when offered the chance of packing my bags or recommitting not just as a slave, but as a dog slave, I couldn’t walk out the door. He wouldn’t go into the specifics but said my choice, whatever it may be, would be the final say on the matter.

I got on my knees to apologize. I told him that I would do whatever was necessary to keep us together. I agreed to anything and everything.

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Rex: A James Story – Part 01

By Rex

Based on a true story. NOTE: This is a follow-up to Thunder’s story, called “James.” To start at the very beginning, click here.

My name is Rex. I am a 33-year-old man who has seen a fair bit of kink in his lifetime. I am an athletic, handsome, previously hairy (but that’s not an option anymore), reporter based in Atlanta. I am a high-profile, well known (if you have an Instagram you’ve seen me), driven man in my professional life, but in my personal life, I am, well, I am a beta dog slave — and I couldn’t be happier.

If you’d have told me this was my future three months ago I would have laughed. But here I am, shorn from my heavy neck collar to the chastity belt forever locked on my crotch. My ass is filled with a locking plug. Sir must have something special planned for today because it is quite a bit larger than normal.

My dick, well, Sir’s beta dick, is completely encased in metal. I haven’t felt it in three years. I haven’t seen it in two, but I know it’s still there because it never stops struggling against its confinement. The cage has been a dream, it’s from Steelwerks and great at keeping me clean but when I do need to be hosed down I’m completely bound and hooded. The PA keeps me honest, but truth be told the thought of disappointing my Sirs is all the motivation I need to stay chaste. Did I say, Sirs? Yeah, there’s a couple.

Continue reading Rex: A James Story – Part 01

James — 2019 Review

By Thunder

Note: This is the continuation of a long-running story by Thunder. To start at the very beginning, click for James — Part 1. And also see Metalbond Q&A: Thunder

Master Alan pointed out to me this morning that it’s been almost a full year since we have updated you on my training and life as his human dog and thought it would be a good thing for me to come sit and write about the last year. When he said this, I realized so much just feels natural that it’s often not too often I think to document it now.

Last year I wrote about our New Year’s parties and we are currently in heavy planning for those coming up next week. I have not been told if I will be allowed to attend the employee one this year (last year I was caged in the closet) but know I will be at the family and friend’s one diligently looking for scraps on the floor from my all fours position. It was a warm Christmas here in Atlanta, so Master was very excited that I did not have to dress and could stay naked on all fours throughout the day, including two of the holiday parties we attended.

Both of them have private driveways so I was in full dog mode from the minute he left me out of the tailgate of the SUV. I am lucky that he lets me dress and ride in the backseat as a human, but this year he bought a BMW X7 with a big hatch area, so, when in the proper place I now “transform” in the back seat and exit from the hatch. It’s been an adjustment getting my old body to make that jump!

Continue reading James — 2019 Review

Metalbond Q&A: Thunder

In an interview, “Thunder” — author of the stories James and Every Dog Has His Day in the Metalbond Prison Library — discusses his most recent experiences involving serious, long-term dog training, his being turned into a “cuckdog,” the time he spends on two legs vs. four, and much more. See below.

 

OK Thunder, your most recent story, James, has been very popular with readers of this site. Can you give us an update?

Now that I have retired, Alan has requested that I wrap up the story of my training so I can spend some extended time without having “the burden” of bipedal-ness or the “additional trouble” of having to make decisions about things like clothes, food, and social activities. I therefore can’t promise more of the story — but in an effort to help, Alan suggested an online interview to update readers and help wrap things up.

 

Can you tell readers what percent of the story “James” is true and what percent is fantasy?

All of the basics about training are considered true as well as the stories of how I was trained and what my life is like now. The reality is that I did not accept the training as well as I portrayed, and there was a lot of back and forth about why Alan would want this and a deep wonder if I had failed him as a human husband. We did get through everything, and it all became easier once I started accepting that my life was going to be different and, if I wanted to stay with Alan and stay in our home, I would have to make a change. I have never regretted making a change, except when I want a pizza and am in a kennel.

 

Can you tell us more about Todd the trainer?

Sir Todd is the sexiest police officer I can ever imagine. In hindsight, I had no idea he was as kinky as he was and really had no idea that he and Alan had been sexual partners since they met sophomore year at Georgia Tech. He’s in his mid 50s now, but he still has a flat belly with at least 4 abs, beautiful blond and gray sweeping hair.

He is a kind man, but VERY direct when he wants to be and is one of the best trainers I have ever been around. He still owns Cody, who maintains his role as dog almost 24/7, but now owns two additional slaves who take care of Cody and me when he and Alan travel. Both of the slaves are fellow Atlanta police officers, and one is leaning toward a life on fours with us when he retires in two years.

 

The term “cuckdog” is something that you included, and that has gotten many readers excited. Had you and Alan discussed gay cuckolding at all prior to the dog transformation, or was that a natural extension of James’ transformation?

It was a natural extension, I think. In fact, before he transformed me, none of our friends had ever seen me naked, which makes me laugh since now they chuckle when they see me in clothes. The reality of this is that cuckolding was just another way Alan and Todd choose to remind me of my place. And, as a dog, I have zero say in it. If I remember correctly, the first night of my cuck status I was being punished for something and Alan decided that watching him get fucked was going be that. We all liked it more than we expected, and it continues today, even though I am usually caged with Cody when it’s happening.

 

This story has touched so many readers, most of whom want to read MORE MORE MORE from you! Can you continue the story? What about your previous story, Every Dog Has His Day, which I am thinking is more fantasy. Can you write more of that story?

If Alan allows I can certainly write more and will, but I would hope readers would leave some of what they want to know. As for the first story, Every Dog, it is about 50/50 fantasy, as we know a Master who does have a father-and-son pairing as pets (late 50s and mid 30s). I do not know how they really came to both be enslaved, and the Dad still has his dental practice four days a week but does come back to the farm each night. In this case the Dad is all dog, but the son, who is BEAUTIFUL and did quit his job as a reporter for an Atlanta TV station, spends a great deal of time as a pony pulling carts and working on the farm each day.

 

There are many guys who are into puppy play and even “puppies and handlers” parties at events like MAL, but this is serious dog training, which is something much more intense. Is there an underground community for guys into this sort of training?

Well, I don’t know about any underground groups, but just as we and our friends have come together I would suspect that there are lots of others. As for puppy play vs. dog training, I see this as ENTIRELY a different thing. With no disrespect for the puppies, I am really a slave who moves on fours more so than just assuming a role. Will some of the puppies be like me? Maybe, but I doubt many are ready or committed to do what we did. Remember, we were older and had an income where I could pull back and we could invest in gear and the like.

 

Speaking of gear, can you tell more about the actual physical restraints, hoods, plugs, devices, etc., that you use for this type of play and where to purchase such gear?

Mr. S. Leather is our go-to place for everything we have not had custom made. I am often in shackles or at least locked cuffs and usually in a custom version of their Asylum Hood. I am a human dog, so a human hood is where I live, not a puppy mask. All of our chastity gear is custom made by Steelwerks Extreme, and most of the leather or latex has been custom made.

It should be said, Alan has made a lot of modifications to our house through the years, like wide floor-level showers with push-on and -off taps, a fenced area that runs the length of the side of our house with a custom dog door for me under the window (it’s covered with art when not in use) and various points of restraint hidden in invisible outlets all over the house.

 

What is the longest time period that you know of (either yourself or someone you might know) in which a human has been in dog mode without a break? Has it been days? Weeks?

For me, it’s been about three weeks continuous, BUT there are always times I walk on two legs, like going up and down stairs and to shower, but I did not go back into human mode (clothes on or leaving the house) for those three weeks. For Cody, it has been years since he’s had a human day where he made decisions, purchases, etc., but he’s also had time on twos for the same reason. It’s funny, we were together recently and he was rewarded with a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper, and I had to laugh at the thought he actually had to take in order to open the bottle. He’s that conditioned. I am a bit jealous.

 

So it is possible for a human dog to be kept in “dog mode” even while being on two legs. Is that perhaps a bit like hypnosis?

I am still in dog mode even when on two legs, unless at work or somewhere I HAVE to be human (banking, doctors appointments, etc). When Alan and I go to a dinner or to shop, I have an invisible leash attached and know exactly how to follow him, etc. He loves this. But my mind thinks “PROTECT” at all times, so I am constantly aware.

 

How does Alan feel (good or bad) about your being a dog? Does he miss the human you?

I think Alan wishes he had made me a dog years earlier. When he misses the human me or when that side is needed, such as during the deaths of our parents, the collar comes off and we act as “typical” as possible, though I am less likely to start conversations and am prone to chase cars in parking lots.

 

What is something that readers might be surprised to know about you?

As if the executive dog thing is not enough? Let’s see, I think people who meet me/us are often shocked how normal we are, especially in human mode, and that we are very fit, quite attractive and have chosen a lifestyle FOR US first and foremost.

Alan and I have both been featured in magazines in our lives for our professions and looks.

 

Any chance we might see pictures at some point?

There is a chance, but it would be a vanilla picture with no hint of anything kink. Those pics are honestly just not done, as we have too much to lose should there be a leak, etc.

 

Do you have anything you would like to add?

If readers have direct questions that I can respond to, I am sure Alan will let me respond in kind.

For the next part of this story, click for James — 2019 Review

To start at the very beginning of this story, click for James — Part 1

James – Part 9

By Thunder

Dear Metal:

While I know this does not chronologically fall within the story of my training I have been describing the last few months when time and my Master allows (sorry about the delay on part 9), He asked me to send you a special real time update as he thought you might be interested in our New Year’s weekend. For the readers, I need to remind them that what I am describing, now, is almost nine and a half years after the transition and the training that I was receiving at that time. Now, at 52, I am semi-retired thanks to a tremendous opportunity to sell off part of the firm my colleague William and I built a few years ago and that has left me the opportunity to spend more time at home focusing on Alan, my Husband Master who has kept me in a hybrid role of husband, dog, slave, and gimp throughout the last ten years as we have evolved our lives, friendships, and our contracts with each other.

Now that all of that is out of the way, we are wrapping up our New Year’s parties after having hosted two the past two nights. I thought you might be interested in hearing about them as they could not have been more different.

On Monday, New Year’s Eve night, we played host to Alan’s work party, hosting the 100 or so employees, friends, and their partners from his company to our home outside of Atlanta and then, New Year’s Day, we hosted all of our friends who are “in the know”. When we entertain, Alan is fastidious that everything be as close to perfect in our home as possible so, he had arranged for my schedule to have me home all week so I could focus on the lists of things that he wanted done prior to the parties. He completely controls my calendar at work and home (my assistant is the slave of a Master we know), so none of this was shocking and each day, when he left for work, he allowed me on two legs so I could work all day on the lists he gave me.

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James – Part 8

By Thunder

NOTE: Apologies for the delay in relaying this part of the story. I made a significant mistake with one of our investments, so my Husband Owner Alan took away my humanity at home for three weeks — which meant I was not able to do anything with my hands, such as type this update.

When Sir Michael was finished with my hair he took the entire $80 and sent me on my way back out to the car to meet Cody where he was waiting. Over the 10 days I had lost a bit of weight and new muscles in my arms and legs from crawling were beginning to show, so that, combined with my new military haircut, got me feeling like I had just won the whole dog show.

It was now around 3:00, and Cody told me that we were making a stop at Todd’s precinct and that he would be taking me for the rest of the day. I so wanted to ask 200 questions but was enjoying not being gagged so I decided to just go with the plans. We soon pulled up at the precinct, and Todd, in his tight glorious uniform, was waiting in the parking lot and quickly ushered me from Cody’s car to his Jeep.

When we were inside the Jeep he said, “Today is your first day of the dual life, and Alan and I agree on the fact that when you are fully clothed and not collared you are James, my friend’s husband with whom I have a dominant friendship. I want you to know how proud of you I have been over the last 10 days, but know that the next few are going to also be unusual in your mind as things settle, but they will settle. Know that.”

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James – Part 7

By Thunder

“Uncle James”? Wow, I had forgotten this was what Cody called me when he was a little one. Back then his father and my business partner, Warren, used to bring him to the office when he was out of school for some reason, but mostly at that point the business was small and personally we were broke, so it was the only effective way to do this. He always busied himself on one of the extra computers, so we didn’t have to worry about it. As the years went by I followed his high school graduation and entry into college with great zeal, but somewhere around his sophomore year, Warren stopped talking about him and would go very vague when questions were asked, so I just stopped asking, assuming he had an issue with grades, etc.

But, before he could say anything else, Todd grabbed Cody’s leash and pulled him down and gagged him. Todd said that tonight I was to practice my sucking skills with a new live volunteer, and he placed Cody just in front of me where I could engulf his dick while still being impaled by the machine. Cody was specifically told not to climax, no matter what, so secretly I made it my mission to do my best to make sure that happened because I wanted to see for myself what “no matter what” actually meant. However, I did my best and got him close, but he was, apparently quite well trained as when I would feel him swell, I could immediately feel him control it as well. It wasn’t long before Todd, looking tired, announced it was bed time and told me to go the bathroom, do my business, and then head to my cage which just was starting to sound normal to me. Leaving Cody in place where he was, I looked back and smiled before heading out.

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