This cell will hold you for a long time

Yes, this jail cell is for real. Get locked in here and you are not going anywhere, perhaps for a very log time.

I know this because I have personally spent many long weekends locked in this very cell. Really. Sometimes bolted to rings in the wall or floor. Sometimes left in total darkness. Once or twice with other prisoners, even. It was in this cell that I was once kept totally naked and locked in darbies-style handcuffs, behind my back, for 26 hours nonstop (which is a whole other story in and of itself).

The cell shown here is one of several owned and operated by Harold Cox, who was recently profiled by Serious Male Bondage. To find out more about Harold and his rather interesting tastes, click here.

To learn more about the Serious Male Bondage website, click here.

 

 

Waiting for Ross – End Game – Part 2

Written by an anonymous friend of Metalbond

Part 2

Tim’s body jerked suddenly, overtaken by a sensation of falling. Sightless within a tight rubber hood, Tim strained to see through it. His efforts produced a weird, omniscient vision in his mind. Watching himself from above while embodying the experience below, he saw and felt the movement as he shifted uncomfortably off balance, forced to bend at the waist, trying not to tip further forward.

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pictures of rts

Hello, perverts! Have you read the Leather Road Trip here story here on Metalbond? You can find it in the Prison Library, under the rts author sub-tab. I shot multiple loads while preparing it for posting. Here are some pictures from rts, the actual author of this story. It’s based on true events, he tells me, although the true events have been slightly embellished.

The first shot is what rts tells me he was wearing for the road trip itself (except for the gas mask):

rts Leather Road Trip story

And these shots were taken when rts was actually sitting down to write about his experiences:

rts leather road trip

rts

I always like to encourage rts to “gear up” when he sits down to write bondage stories.

 

Leather Road Trip

By rts

Part 1

I met this biker bud on line, he’s living about 700 miles from me but wanting to get together we agreed to meet halfway and go on a 1 week road trip on our Harleys. The basic rules were simple, in full leathers 24/7 and camping out every night and just get to know each other. We met up at a campground on the Columbia river, I was wearing my leather jeans, motorcycle jacket and 18″ linesmen boots, with just a T shirt and sox under my hides, the only thing I packed on the bike was my tent, bed roll and extra sox. It had been an almost 400 mile ride to the campsite and I had been feeling nice and horny the whole day.

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The Pit: A Story by CREUSS

By CREUSS

stories by CREUSSWhere am I?

What happened?

I have no idea…

I open my eyes, but it only comes to total darkness.

I try to remember what happened before…

I can’t…

Later, may be hours later, some tiny bits come back to my mind.

I am a soldier. I ‘ve been serving for 5 years now…

We were on a night leave, having some fun in a café, drinking much…

There was a battle in the café, and we fought against civilians.

Suddenly, I remember I fell on the table, probably hit and drunk.

Then, nothing…

I try to explore how I am, as I can’t see at all.

I am naked, totally naked…

My hands are shackled, I can feel heavy metal rings at my wrists. They are chained to the wall, but leave me some movement. My legs are bound too, with metal rings too, and chains. So is my neck…

I am bound to this wall, so I can’t move that much, just enough to be slightly more comfortable, if comfort is existing here…

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Unchained prisoner

By rts

Is anyone out there able to help me? I am stuck here, all my clothing has been taken and I have been left wearing this tight rubber catsuit which I can’t remove, as the entry zipper which runs from the top of the attached hood down my back and thru my crotch can’t be un-zipped past the posture collar that is locked around my neck nor past the thick rubber corset which is also locked around my waist.

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