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House Arrest: The Release

By VANSfag

VANDfag Steelwerks chastityAuthor’s Note: The BOSS has controlled, micro-managed, chastized, tattooed and humiliated VANSfag since August 2008 in a TPE (total power exchange) relationship. VANSfag is an alpha male publicly but a permanently chastised dildofag in the playroom and kink world. VANSfag was kept under house arrest starting March 18, 2022 for an indefinite period not less than 16 days and not more than 44 days, under conditions described in “House Arrest”.

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From the moment I leave the detention cell on Friday morning, dread starts building slowly. It’s hard to concentrate on work and my other tasks. I know that at the end of the day I will be locked back into the detention cell with no human contact and no real distractions for 62 hours. From 6pm Friday until 8am Monday, I will be alone. This isn’t prison sex porn. I won’t have my ass fucked by a guard’s baton or suck the dicks of other inmates.

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The Last Time and the First Time

By VANS fag

Author’s Note: The BOSS has controlled, micro-managed, chastized, tattooed and humiliated VANS fag since August 2008 in a TPE (total power exchange) relationship. VANS fag is an alpha male publicly but a permanently chastised dildofag in the playroom and kink world.

I was enjoying the feel of the BOSS’s cock slowly softening in my ass after he came. Tonight felt like a rare luxury. We were in bed. He was on top of me, his weight pressing down on me reassuringly. I looked forward to gently falling asleep beside him, frustrated a little by the chastity device that restrained my cock but not bound, restrained, plugged, hooded or whatever. He rolled off me and out of bed, then headed to the washroom where I eventually heard the rush of his post-ejaculatory piss in the toilet. He was definitely feeling romantic tonight because normally I would be drinking that piss myself.

He came back to the bed and kissed the back of my head. “That’s the last time.”

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Date Night

By VANS fag

Author’s Note: The BOSS has controlled, micro-managed, chastized, tattooed and humiliated VANS fag since August 2008 in a TPE (total power exchange) relationship. VANS fag is an alpha male publically but a permanently chastised dildofag in the playroom and the kink world.

Friday night is date night in our house. It’s been a tradition for a long time now.

Each week is a bit different. Sometimes it’s dinner at home and a movie in front of the TV. Sometimes it’s dinner out and then the Black Eagle. Usually it ends in some intense sex but I never know in advance because that’s the BOSS’s decision.

Anyway, that’s Friday night for the BOSS. For me, date night is almost always the same. I spend date night in the fag storage unit until sometime Saturday morning, depending on when the BOSS wakes up and feels like seeing me. I think on the floor plans it was called a linen closet, but the BOSS had other things to store than brooms and linens.

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Building a confinement box

Building a confinement box Metalbond 01

The builder of this confinement box sent the following information:

How did this all get started? A bondage buddy (BB) was coming to town and we usually have some good, intense bondage — switching out who tops the other. Summer is my busy season for construction, so I was hesitant to commit to more than a half day or overnight. But my body is always stronger and more aggressive in summer, and my hormones more active. So as usual, he talked me into more time.

Building a confinement box Metalbond 02I started getting much hornier thinking about inescapable bondage sessions for me, and I had some new ideas to restrain and torment him. He asked me to remind him about limits and fantasies. I don’t enjoy pain, but I do like confinement, imprisonment and chastity. Another bondage friend (BDF) was also going to join us for some twisted two-on-one restraining fun. From him I found out that that BB was planning to keep me in bondage the entire time and not let me top him. Fiendish planning like that REALLY gets me horny. So head first I went.

The next email planning effort with BB led to me agreeing to two weeks of self-enforced chastity and then locking into my metal chastity cuff the day before he arrives. By this point my hormones were swimming with arousal and I could be talked into far more than the frontal lobe would normally think smart. Knowing this, BB starts hinting that one of my fantasies about tight confinement in a coffin-like box could come true. All I need to do is build the box — after all, he said, “You have the tools and know-how, so how long could it take?” He was so matter-of-fact and what he said was ridiculously true, so I quickly said yes.

Building a confinement box Metalbond 03For the next two weeks before his arrival, my hormones were roaring. He has talked me into a longer session, two weeks of not cumming AND talked me into building my own prison — a confinement box. Then he adds a requirement that anytime I work on it, I must be wearing my metal chastity cuff! So I cut, screw and glue together this box, all the while clanking my chastity cuff against it, and carefully plan out my air holes so I don’t suffocate and planning where the eye-hooks should go to allow him ample ways to tie me into it. See where he had my poor head going? Right where he knew my dick would take me — even deeper into something twisted, inescapable, confining and very dark. Of course I realized this but couldn’t do anything but admire him and quickly give into my bondage-greedy instincts. So the next feature coming to my head via my dick was a padded floor on the box so I have no excuse for “sore back” to scream “let me out.” Next my dick (thru a then empty vassel called “my head”) sends a signal to order lots of furniture foam off the web cause it’s cheap at it can be stuffed in on top of me and around me to make sure sounds are muffled, I can’t move and there is constant pressure on me. What a genius dick I have! Oh, but it’s not just my dick that is thinking here, it’s my buddy as well.

Building a confinement box Metalbond 04He sends an email directing me to get some old boots and screw them to the floor panel of the box so that when I’m inserted, I can be laced tightly to the bottom panel — one-with-the-box! ‘GENIUS’ my dick thought while directing my fingers to search the web for a cheap used pair. Bingo. Boots found, attached and ready for feet — feet that thankfully don’t think like my dick or I’d really be in trouble. Last touches were a hinged lid with two big locking clasps on the opposite side and four carry handles on the outside. Oh, and finally, did I tell you that in the middle of all this dick-induced bondage-box building frenzy, my buddy got me to agree to a two-night session? Wish he had talked to me instead of my dick cause I might not be in this predicament right now.

Aron

By PFC Pflege

(This story originally appeared at Bondagezine.com)

I was twenty-four when I was outposted from the Marine Corps, and returned to Philadelphia. I was lean, I was hard, I had a military haircut, and the Marine Corps “look”. After I got set up in an apartment, and was back at my old job, I soon was hitting the local gay bar scene. Philadelphia’s gay community wasn’t very big back then – not  very big now – and there were only4 or 5 gay bars. I discovered that a whole lot of gays had a thing about Marines, and I didn’t lack for dates, and in 18 months or so, I must have had a couple of hundred guys, sometimes two a night. I liked lean, hard guys like myself, and I liked to fuck. I also discovered that there was no end of guys who wanted to suck off a Marine.

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Duty

By Siratpdx

Recently, I connected with a young man of 25 over Scruff who was interested in me and wanted to explore and experience a deeper and more intense session with an older, more experienced person, focusing on impact and e-stim.  Our connection was very happenstance.  I had made a car trip from the west coast to Chicago a few months before, and I spent a night in a town near when he lives.  I am far from certain how the algorithms work, but I suggested that I ended up in his Scruff feed as an ‘echo’ of my presence from being in the area a few weeks before.

We chatted a few times over the phone and video.  I was impressed with him, and for me at least, it is not that often that I come across man who invokes more than a sense of chemistry, but a more intimate and spiritual connection that I would describe as limerence.  He is more than young enough to be my son, and in some ways we connected in that dad-son dynamic that only gay men really understand.

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My Trip to Jail

By CellShocked

Hampton Jail in IowaUsually, it’s the decisions that I make quickly and then act upon them that are my best decisions.  This telling will emphasize how a recent weekend (09/10/21 – 9/13/21) will have forever changed my life.

I live in an area that is not completely rural but doesn’t have much going on either.  I live right off of an interstate and can be in Boston in a couple hours, NYC is a 5-hour bus ride away, Manchester airport is an hour and a half away, so I can get to places.  But where would I go?  I absolutely hate going somewhere alone.  Now don’t misunderstand, I can travel alone but it’s the destination.  I need someone to force me to do new things.  I am so passive that I have let the world pass me by for the past 45 years.  I failed to take risks and really take that leap of faith.  The only way I can rationalize it is that anxiety and depression have owned my emotions all of my life.

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