-
His Lycra-Coated Tormentor
•
“Hey Dude!” Lukas greeted nonchalantly as he scrolled his phone, protein shake in hand. Ethan, his long-standing roommate of two years, replied with a brief; “Hey!” His eyes nervously unsure where to focus. Every day he arrived home from work, Ethan was greeted with a sight that could be deemed a cruel torture or a blissful…
-
Nine Words
•
Originally posted to MetalbondNYC.com Somehow it dawns on me. I’m awake. There isn’t much else making sense right now, but I know I’m awake, conscious. This isn’t a dream. The next thing that dawns on me is my head, and particularly, my headache. It’s throbbing, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.…
-
The Perfect Fit
•
There are many things to love about gear – the look, the feel, the smell, the sounds. But it’s the fit that really makes it feel great or just passable. For Nick, making sure his gear fitted right had been a bit of an obsession. Some early misadventures – a…
-
Becoming A Zentai Toy
•
It was always a fun quest, finding new places to order zentai from. As time went by, Jake had gotten more and more adept at tracking down little suppliers, hidden away in corners of the internet, who could offer something different to him – colours, textures, special features. Now, a…
-
Being Roommate Bros
•
Wrtten by rbbrbikerthorp Jake had a crush on his straight college roommate Chris. The problem was Chris was straight, great at sports and could pull any woman he wanted (and he did). Although Jake was more of the studious type, he was gay but also had a very kinky side to…
-
The Reforming Institute
•
(Photo credit @ShinyCreature) The world was once a very broken place. On the verge of chaos as crime and disorder were out of control. Rioting, looting and murder occurred daily with no signs of abating. The government, elected to protect against disarray, was a circus of corrupt officials unable to restrain…
-
Horny Jail
•
The wiper blades swiped across the windshield as rain fell from the sky above. Each droplet landed in the cooling air, soaking the road ahead. The miserable weather summed up exactly where Ollie was heading. The tyres swooshed through the damp tarmac as he drove further and further from civilisation.…
-
Danger In The Desert
•
“Freshen your cup, honey?” the elderly waitress questioned. Her perfume was just as sickeningly sweet as the soggy slice of pie on Trevor’s plate. The coffee was unsurprisingly subpar, however, after the long drive, he was thankful for anything warm. “One for the road, I guess,” he replied politely. The…
-
The Branding Begins
•
Photo: @GearImages The ice-cold chain forced Cody’s neck into an uncomfortable downward position. His eyes focused on the two kneeling legs jutting out from his midsection. His cuffed wrists dug into his lower back as he tried in vain to shimmy into a more comfortable position. The garage Cody currently…
-
Becoming The Skinhead Slave
•
(Photo by Craigskin © 2015) Drip. Drip. Drip. Soaked through to his skin, Chris felt the droplets of rain collect at his hair ends and plop onto the carpet below. He kneeled, eyes fixed on the welcome matt, wondering how long he’d be kept waiting in the dark. The door…
