The Collar by Lars

By Lars

Originally published in Drummer magazine

If I could just shuck this necklace, I could handle the other shit. Been wearing this ornament now for three years and four months – or is it three years and five months – I’m losing track. It gives me headaches, and no wonder: a three-inch-tall band of thick heavy iron riveted to my neck and welded to a giant 15-foot tow chain, which in turn is fastened to a ring-bolt in the concrete floor. Heavy hardware, I call it.

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Chuck is locked in Yossie’s cell

This is a private cell owned and built by Yossie, the famous handcuff collector (see Yossie’s Handcuff Collection). It features concrete and rebar walls, and a 4-inch thick concrete reinforced ceiling. If you look closely you can see a loop of rebar protruding from the floor in the back corner of the cell, which is used for attaching chains. In this case the chain is attached to the prisoner’s collar and is of sufficient length to allow him to stand but not long enough for him to reach the barred wall and door of the cell. His collar is RIVETED on, and can only be removed with a power saw.

You can see more pictures of inmate Chuck in a posting titled “The Chain gang” at the Serious Male Bondage website.



I am in San Francisco this week, and I am staying with the guys who run the Serious Male Bondage website. Yesterday we visited, parent company for Bound Gods. We got to meet and interview Van Darkholme — who is much hotter in real life — and he gave us a rare, behind-the-scenes tour of some of the sets they use for the Bound Gods movies. Van told us about a brand new website he is launching, which I am sure will be a huge hit.

We also visited Mr S, and Richard Hunter gave us a behind-the-scenes tour of not only the store, but also his private playroom. Wait until I tell you about his padded isolation cell!

Tonight we are having dinner with Mikey of the popular Guys Tied Up bondage blog and his partner, Daddy Tony, and Yossie, the world-famous pervert and handcuff collector.

More pictures and information coming soon to Metalbond . . .


So I had another session with Neil the Erotic Hypnotist, and I have been meaning to write about it. (If you missed the posting on my FIRST erotic hypno session with Neil, click here.) Neil knows how to use hypnosis for bondage and control. This time, we decided to start at my place and then take the action to the New York Bondage Club for some play in public. It turned out to be a memorable evening.

New York Bondage Club

Neil came over late on a Sunday afternoon, and we spent some time discussing the various goings-on in our lives, some of the mutual friends and acquaintances we have and our respective workout routines (Neil spends a lot of time in the gym, and it shows).  We also talked about New York City real estate. That’s because whenever two or more New Yorkers get together for any reason, under any circumstances, the conversation always, inevitably, touches on real estate at some point. It is an un-alterable law of nature, just like that of gravity.

Anyway, after our catching up on a social level, we decided it was time for me to go into a trance under Neil’s guidance, to be prepped with triggers for our visit a bit later to the Bondage Club. The focus of our play was again to be on bondage and control, without the use of restraints.

Neil had me lie back on my futon and get comfortable. I had darkened the room. The air conditioning was on, making the temperature pleasant. The phone ringers were turned off. The key was for me to relax, to listen to Neil’s voice as he coached me to let myself fall into a deep, almost dreamlike state of consciousness. I remember he told me at one point, after I had closed my eyes and started to drift away, that my right arm was light as a helium balloon. I did sense that my arm started to rise up off the futon, as it if really were lighter than air. It was an interesting feeling.

Neil also gave me several mental triggers that he planed to use on me later. One of them, “cuffs,” meant that I was to clasp my hands tightly behind my back as if they were cuffed, until he gave the “release” command. Another trigger, “statue,” meant that I was to remain frozen in place, unable to move, until released. He also gave me a command called “grab,” which meant that I would grab onto an object and not let go. He also gave me commands to feel “horny” and “sensitive.”

After Neil brought me out of the trance, he tested the triggers on me in my apartment, and, satisfied that they were working, we departed my place and headed for the Bondage Club. When we got there, I stripped down to just my boots and gave Neil all of my clothes to put in his backpack.

I’ve been going to the New York Bondage Club for many years, even way back when they met at J’s, and I know that some nights there are better than others. The club this particular night had an interesting crowd and a nice vibe.

One of the first things Neil did was get my hands “restrained” behind my back using the “cuffs” command. With my hands behind my back, we walked around the club and viewed some of the other scenes that were playing out. To me, it felt like my hands really were restrained, just as if they were tightly tied with rope or leather. They did not budge as we wandered about.

We weren’t the only ones playing, of course. There was a fit young man getting tied down with actual restraints on his back with his ass up in the air. Another dude with a large dick was tied inside a cage, then tickled and tormented. In another area of the club, a guy was giving erotic massages. At one point Neil had me “cuffed” around a post while we watched a particularly interesting scene, and during this time I was rock hard. He also took me over to the bondage chair the NYBC has built into a wall and had me sit down, feet firmly planted on the floor, and he ordered me to “grab” the rings so that my arms were splayed out in a wide spread eagle. Normally at the Bondage Club, a man would be TIED into such a position. But, with hypnosis, Neil was able to have me restrained here without the use of any ropes or cuffs. He kept me like that for quite a while, and it was interesting to watch the reactions of some of the other club-goers as they walked by and witnessed the situation I was in.

Later, after we had played for a while and got a bit more relaxed, we showed some of the other guys there, including several of the regulars, what we were doing. Many of these other guys were intrigued and asked some interesting questions. Mike, who runs the Bondage Club and who has seen me engage in lots and lots of play there over the years involving lots of equipment taken out of my gear bag, was impressed that I was tied up mentally, without actual physical restraints.

One thing I definitely noticed at the Bondage Club is that I seemed to respond more to the triggers involving physical restraint and control, rather than to the commands involving the way I was to feel or to perceive sensations. For example, I really did feel that my hands were actually locked behind my back for stretches of time. In fact, when Mike tried to pull my wrists apart to test this, he was unable to. My arms were securely locked behind my back. The triggers also worked very well when Neil had me grab those rings in the wall and stay that way — I was like that a long time, well past the point at which holding the position became uncomfortable.

But when Neil gave the commands to make me feel “horny” or that my skin would be “sensitive,” I can’t really say with certainty that these sorts of commands had much effect.

Maybe this is more because I enjoyed being ordered around by a hot, muscular guy, rather than I was under the effects of hypnosis. I’m not really sure. And it’s also what makes me wonder about the effectiveness of hypnosis itself. Upon discussing the session later with Neil, he insisted that the hypnotic restraints were in no way voluntary.

“It’s true that you had no problem keeping your hands behind your back, but you also didn’t have much of a choice,” Neil told me in a follow-up email. “I know that with hypnosis it’s often hard to tell the difference, since the conscious mind has a tendency to rationalize things,” he said.

I guess Neil might say he created an undeniable force for me — something akin to gravity.

Nevertheless, no matter what Neil says, and no matter how hot all this was, and despite everything I have read recently on the topic of hypnosis, I must admit that I am STILL a little skeptical of it all. Maybe I just need to experience more hypnosis sessions, as I understand it does take practice to go into deeper trances.

The bottom line is that I am glad that Neil and I had this new session — and I am definitely curious enough to do more of this type of play in the future. Next time, perhaps, we can focus on other forms of control, like getting me to exercise longer and harder at the gym. Neil tells me this type of control is another of his specialties.

To learn more about Neil, you can visit his personal website by clicking on his picture, directly below:

Neil the Erotic Hypnotist

Dear Metal,

Here are some recent messages that were sent to me from blog readers:


Dear Metal,

Here’s a fantasy I’ve had for some time: I show up at your hotel room. I enter, close and lock the door. I face the locked door and strip to my jock strap. My cock is throbbing in its locked chastity belt. I put my black spandex hood on, the one with only a mouth hole, and my 2-inch locking leather collar over it. I snap the lock. I slip on my bondage mitts, and one by one, I lock the padlocks. I clasp my hands in the small of my back, legs spread, and wait your orders. I’m vulnerable. I’m your prisoner. My mouth is yours. I don’t know if or when I will see you, or if the chastity belt will come off, and if it does, will I come?

— Canada


Dear Metal,

It would be cool to be bound in a way that my exposed crotch is constantly tormented by another bound person’s booted foot.



Dear Metal,

I’m curious about what kind of restraint you are in the pic [below] — some kind of canvas sack? Looks nice!



That’s a leather sleepsack that was designed and built by Jim Stewart of Fetters, in London, with the tanned leather side on the inside and the rougher suede leather on the outside. This is a piece of vintage bondage equipment that is no longer available commercially. I was fortunate enough to have been kept in it overnight many years ago (over another sleepsack of black leather, so I am actually in TWO sacks) by BondagemanSF, who also gave me the Mohawk.



Dear Metal,

I just spent a little time on your site. Truly excellent. Great pics, graphics, presentation. Creative, professional and very well designed. Congratulations!

—New York state


Dear Metal,

I’m from Brazil. If you monitor from were come your readers, I suspect that I am the only one who is reading your blog on this country, unless you also count my boy.



According to my site stats, there are almost 3,000 visitors from 137 different cities in Brazil.




Your site is blocked in Thailand. Should that be considered a good thing?

—via the internet


Hi Metal,

Have not been in touch for a while. After 100 days in chastity the relief was fantastic and am now waiting for new instructions from anyone interested in confining my desires. You did not get pics, as I had a few problems near end of my incarceration.

But I have to say that I continue to get so hot looking at your site and again say I get a kick out of all the time u spend getting us guys HOT!!!


drubind aka chastrubpig

Bound Gods