Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Waiting for Ross – End Game By an anonymous friend of @ MetalbondNYC Part 1   At first it appeared as an inanimate black silhouette, the reflective outline of a lifeless mannequin, folded and chained inside steel bars. As the lighting intensified, however, efforts at movement were obvious. When the compact package struggled to squirm, the exertions showed an unmistakably male form, masculine and athletic, sealed in rubber, and contorted by bondage. Hogtied and anchored within a small metal cage, the lean muscles of the gymnastic body were encased in skintight latex from head to toe. Imprisoned hands, clenched in fist position, were trapped in padlocked rubber mitts, over which steel cuffs were visible. Sturdy-looking joints were flexed, muscular limbs folded, doubled up on each other. Elbows, wrists, thighs, knees, ankles, arms, and legs appeared to be relentlessly strapped together, lashed down, fastened, manacled, and scrupulously interconnected. En pointe moccasins o...

Solitary Confinement By RbbrStorage I had it made.  Fit, handsome, in my mid-twenties, and in the perfect job.  At least, perfect for what I had in mind.  After only three years since graduating college, a series of lucky breaks and departing mentors had led to my promotion as company controller of a mid-size manufacturing company.  And as the guy in charge of handling the money, I knew exactly how I wanted to handle it … with the occasional diversion into a private account in St. Martin, thanks to some creative conversion of foreign currency when dealing with our suppliers and off-shore plants. After sixteen months as controller, I had amassed a small fortune in the account, while the company just presumed that tough economic times and a low U.S. dollar had hit their bottom line.  It was simple, it was clean, and I was set for stage 2.  One Friday afternoon on a beautiful spring day, I left the office as if it were any other weekend and head...