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Garden Bondage

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By Steellock

It came from a casual, quiet comment from my partner. He said, ‘We don’t have to use the chair in the cellar all the time.’

We are in Lockdown in our home and, like many people, have a fair bit of time. I am a real bondage guy. Love tight and unescapable restraints and have a collection of sleepsacks and a Fetters Bondage chair as well as a good collection of other toys.

We both enjoy more active sessions too with Estim, impact play but for me I develop an ache for bondage frequently and my partner obliges by doing the last few straps or zipping the sack. Before we got together I used to use Ice Locks for time in my chair, but the real thing is so much better.

I thought about his comment and a picture came into my mind of the chair standing at the end of the garden.

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19 Days in a Padded Cell – an update

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Many will remember the “19 Days in a Padded Cell” long-term bondage scene, which was extensively documented in real time here on the Metalbond site back in 2013.

If you are not familiar with this true-life experience between “The Warden” and “The Inmate,” or if you would like to read about it again, click here.

19 Days in a Padded Cell Metalbond

 

Now, Serious Male Bondage has posted an update with even more information, including text, photos and video:

Thanks to Mark of Serious Male Bondage for putting this together!

19 days in a Padded Cell

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Two Weeks in a Cage

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By Quandt

Part 1

The whole story.

I had been with my partner for more than ten years at the time.  We have never really defined our relationship but I think you could call it Master and slave.  I work, as does he.  We both have demanding and sometimes very stressful careers with too little vacation time.  My pay is direct deposited so I never know what happens to it or how much I actually make.

My partner takes care of all the details of my life for me.  It’s just the way it is.  I also pretty much live by his rules, moods and desires; having given up the desire to express myself in the relationship except to respect and show love to my partner and the men who make up our family.  I am happy this way and there are few rules except that I do as I am told when I am told.  Complaining about anything earns me a stint with a padlock through my septum piercing which is then locked to a ring in the wall, out of his sight.  I also wear a Latowski Chastity Belt most of the time which keeps me horny and also prevents me from acting on my whoring proclivities.

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Rex: A James Story – Part 07

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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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Nice!

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By BigMouthfla

NOTE: This story originally appeared on the LockedMEN male chastity site, and it is shared here with the author’s permission.

We had been friends for some time. There was definitely some attraction between us but we never acted upon it until one day where I guess he was just really worked up.  He grabbed me and we started making out and well, it was really nice. He lifted his shirt and I started feeling his chest and torso. He moved my hand further down to his pants and I could not only see but feel his raging hardon.

He unbuttoned his pants and stood up to pull his pants down.  Wow he had a really nice dick!  I figured he was uncut and my suspicions were confirmed.  His dick was really nice being not too big but definitely not small.  It has a nice thickness to it. His foreskin was mostly covering the head.  I didn’t waste any time and went straight to it and put it on my mouth pulling his foreskin back once he was fully in my mouth.  I loved how his foreskin was long enough to fully cover his hard dick, but because his head was big, the skin would easily stay behind the head while he was hard.  He’s got the perfect dick!  Some uncut guys have skin that seems to constantly get in the way, but not his.  He loved it and let out several moans.

Because of his size and my own skills I could easily take him all the way down to the base and he loved that.  I sucked on him for a good while and he started pushing his hips back and forth gently. After a while, not too long, he started moaning more.  I wasn’t sure if he was getting close, but he kept that up for a while.

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Bondage Buddha

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A real life experience by ty dehner

Through a chain of events, that were totally unexpected, i was asked if i would be interested in playing with a Top that is well known in the community, during his visit to the Seattle area. He was staying with a friend that had a dungeon. As communication continued, i found out that i had met his friend a couple of times and knew he was a great guy that i had enjoyed visiting. We had never played but had gotten along very well when we had met at a couple of local dungeon parties.

The Saturday arrived and i headed down to the Lars home. Larry was going to be late, because of a mix up in his flights. Lars and i had a great visit and talked about many things. He gave me a tour of his complex, a beautiful home, with indoor pool and a wonderful dungeon. The dungeon, which i would get to know intimately, was well laid out with many pieces of furniture that Lars had made himself.

When Larry arrived, we visited some as he rested a bit from the long drive from the airport. Then he wanted to get started. And who was i to disappoint him. We went to the dungeon and laid out the gear that was going to be used on me.

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James — 2019 Review

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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!

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My Rubber and Bondage Life

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By Hothardhat

Hothardhat’s rubber and bondage life, and its development over the years, is a bit of a saga. Like so many rubberist life stories, this one began in early childhood. It is an oft-told tale, usually revolving around yearning to pull on a pair of dad’s knee-high Wellies or some such activity. Well, this narrative is not much different. Dad always purchased his rubber boots at the local Army-Navy store. There are not too many of those around any more. Dad would sometimes go into one of these emporiums of all things delightful to a five year old budding rubber fetishist (hothardhat not yet understanding these impulses).

Dad typically marched in there to get stuff for hunting and fishing. No matter Dad’s objective, son Darren (Hothardhat’s real-life moniker) would insist on going along, just to breathe in all the wonderful smells found there. Yes, those places exuded the most delicious aromas of rubber and leather. There before Darren would be 16 inch high olive drab pacs (as they were called), thigh length hip boots and even chest waders, the ultimate. Yes, those were, indeed, wonderful stores.

There were times little Darren would sneak into his father’s closet and poke his stick-like legs into the big rubber pacs. And then try to shuffle around the room with these oversize boots almost falling off his feet. He had no clue as to why he was doing this. It just was fun, and he was inexorably drawn to these items.

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