Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Part 1 By Steellock Note: This is a follow-up to The Edge series by Steellock, which concluded with “Matt the Demo Boy.”  Matt woke early that Friday morning. As Jess was strapping him to his bed the previous night Jim had wandered over and said, enigmatically, ‘Get a good rest Boi, a long and tough weekend ahead of you!’ Matt had therefore spent the night half sleeping and half in wet anticipation of what was coming up. Jim never disappointed – if he said it was going to be tough, then tough it would most definitely be! He also thought about his diet – Jim had put him on a liquid only feeding regime a couple of days ago; always the preparation for a long bondage session and Matt had been wondering ‘when and what’ for a while. Hooded as he was he couldn’t see the red display lighting go off, but he felt the bed pull back from the display window and knew that Jess was back. His lover started Matt’s day as he always did – by indulging himself in feeling that amazing, muscly, lean bod...

by rubberpigobject “Great, nice action pose Arman! I’m glad you were able to make it in to the studio to do this photoshoot with me.” “No problem, it sounded like something fun to try. Didn’t you say though that there were supposed to be a couple other guys here as well?” “I did, but you have no idea how many guys flake out at the last minute, especially when I’m doing videos. I might just have you all to myself for the rest of the day. I probably shouldn’t have scheduled this on a Friday afternoon but I thought everyone could at least be bothered for just a few hours, especially if it possibly turned into some play time. Apparently I was wrong.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that…” “Don’t be! I’m kind of used to it unfortunately. Sometimes I don’t know what I’d do if everything went according to plan and everyone who said they’d show up actually did. Can you turn a little for me? Perfect.” “I’m surprised that so many guys don’t show up. If nothing else, I’d think this is a great way to ...

by rubberpigobject “Oh! Uh hi. I didn’t expect anyone to be back here.” Joe said in surprise as he came around the corner to the back of the building. The two men he ran into had stepped out a of back door to smoke a bowl for a minute before returning inside. “Yeah… neither did we.” Rick struck a forceful pose with his hands on his belt. “So, can um, can I get in this way?” “Not unless you’ve got an access band on, which I’m not seeing. Got told to shove off at the front entrance? Nice ink though.” Sam noted, his own tattoos being a slow collective process. The boy’s arms were well covered with full sleeve tattoos. “Thanks, yeah. Dude was kind of jerk about it though.” “This is a private event you know. That’s why he’s manning the door, he doesn’t take any shit.” Rick added. “Yeah, I know. But come on, I’m just one guy.” “Just one guy who thought he could skip buying a ticket and sneak in to a private event?” Rick wasn’t having any of a stranger’s attempts to skirt the rules. “I w...