Blog reader Steve sent this … it’s an image by Kumar Singh of Harry Houdini on the cover of a book:
Of course, I prefer chains that are totally ESCAPE-PROOF … especially when they are restraining hot muscular escape artists. Yes I mean YOU David Blaine … send me an email sometime … because I KNOW you read Metalbond and I know you want to be locked in my cage!
Thanks Steve for sending the cover art of the book. He says “the artwork inside shows pretty mundane handcuffs, although lots of them.”
By boyinacage
Part 7 – The Hunt
Fuck it was hurting. I had one leg dangling on each side of a tree branch. My metal encased cock dangling through a hole in the branch whilst something was weighing down my balls. My hands were tapped into fists and my boots were weighted down with chains attached by an ice lock to a bolt at the base of the tree. I had to get down as soon as I could because the hunters would be out at dawn but the lock wasn’t budging.
Here are some “vintage” bondage pictures, taken by the late James Bond:
The last shot was taken at J’s Hangout, where the New York Bondage Club met for many years.
You can see much more of James Bond at Bob Wingate Blog and Rubberzone
By Aquala Guy
Part One
This work is entirely a piece of fiction, and written from the author’s fantasy. Names used are strictly an indication of the author’s fantasy men, and are not in any way a reflection or indication of the proclivities of any person besides the author. No inference should be made about anyone, except that the author is waiting for the day when he really does get a piss hood locked on his head.
Continue reading Conversion – a story about a locking piss hood
By Shast
I’d helped out in previous years and this year I’d volunteered to spend three afternoons helping with Demos in the Vendor Mart at MIR. It’s a fairly spontaneous area with an array of interesting equipment.
During Setup the organizer John commented about hanging me up and letting me scream for a while. Amused I largely shrugged. A bit later I was talking with the rather smoking hot DJ about breath control.
A while later John brings out this rubber bondage suit with a dual set of respiration tubes. It has an air intake that goes into the rubber cock sheath. It’s also got an output that goes out to a T and has two breather bags off it.
Going over into a less public area I stripped down and lubed up a bit and started putting the suit on. I a bit sheepishly came out to John and confessed I’d lost my erection. He was like no problem and had the suit on me in a jiffy. A briefly lubed caress on my member and a harsh cock ring and I was in the outfit. He made some comment about too much hair while zipping the hood on which was rather hot and a bit ominous at the same time. I moved over a bit as his direction and he started with assistance to put on the Mr. S. leather harness over the rubber. The breathing intake through the cock sheath was gently caressing my balls as the blow bag above it would inflate and deflate as I breathed in an out. This with the tight rubber made it hard for me to resist playing with myself. The air smelled strongly of both ball sweat and rubber and was quite exciting until my brain started tuning it out.
Some firm instruction(s) to bend my knees and spread my legs and after several strap tightenings I was snug as a bug in the harness. The hoist being lost in UPS it was improvisation time and I slowly climbed a later looking through the slightly fogged eye pieces in the tight hood. After buckling the harness into the suspension chains they gently pushed me backwards off the ladder and I was free floating.
It’s a weird feeling to be totally encased in tight restrictive rubber and yet free floating at the same time. I could move around my arms and legs without any issues but felt every bit the helpless anonymous rubber gimp. This was enhanced a bit as they clipped my legs together and then clipped my arms to the neck collar. After some fun spinning around and trying to see if I could kick people I was grabbed by my dick and pulled into place. After some fiddling they attached an electro cock ring around my balls and starting hooking it up the Eros Tek unit.
After a few misses suddenly my balls felt like they were being swarmed by a ton of ants. They set it up at 65 and let me stew in my own juices. I could tune it out without moving around too much for awhile but then it would spark up and make me squirm. That said the mode it was in would periodically shock me but it was predictable and I could eventually deal with it.
I tend to giggle and laugh a bit as a reaction to pain. The more pain the more I tend to laugh and I eventually even start to cackle like the joker. Someone came by and crank up the voltage a bit, my balls now felt like they were being sliced off. Needless to say I got quite loud. People couldn’t really hear me unless you were close through all of the rubber and breaking stuff but I was cackling quite loudly. Breathing heavily made the dual bags on the breather output to pump up, erotic they kinda looked like balls. I started thrashing around and was putting on quite a demo show.
Around an hour and a half I was laughing and cackling to the point I was starting to hyper ventilate. A bit of focus calmed me down a bit. Did you know if you can clearly visualize what it’s like breathing into a paper bag it has the same effect as if you were actually doing it? I was also able to non-verbally communicate with John and they unplugged the electro and gave me a break for a bit. Woo hoo. One of the cooler more surreal aspects of being the rubber gimp is that no one really knew who I was. Here I was hanging out in the middle of the vendor market in one of the kinkier positions I’ve ever been in and most people had no idea it was me. People who were doing setup even were wondering where I was and who the hanging “victim” was never connecting the two.
Another friend came over have heard me cackle (dead give away to people who knew me) and played with the electro box changing the settings. I was getting nervous and trying to pantomime to him not to turn it on. After it being briefly on he got the message and left the box where it was.
This wasn’t too bad and I breathed a sigh of relief but it was getting sweaty and I was a bit dehydrated at 2 hours in. Unfortunately this didn’t stop someone else from coming along and turning on the eros tech again.
This time it was at max on setting #2 (around 200). It not only felt like my balls where being deep fried but it would also cause my legs to twitch a bit involuntarily. To aggravate things the unit was on random mode so I’d get a shock every 20 seconds or so but in a random interval so I wasn’t able to anticipate as much.
My world rapidly focused down onto me taking deep breathes and cackling out the pain while thrashing around. Several people including the woofy DJ were enjoying the show and yanked on my legs at bit while having some amusingly banter with me. I had to focus and take the electro (and the jibes) and just let go and be there in the moment. It wasn’t the erotic energy it had been earlier but it was transcendent in it’s own right. John came back to check on me (note I was NEVER left un attended and had repeatedly gestured to people I was fine) and got my signal that I would like the electro turned down / off.
With a beautifully diabolical smile he’s like oh now we’re taking video so we’ll just turn things up. This got the reaction he wanted and the video didn’t take long (more of a mind game that making my situation worse) at around 2:30 hours hanging in the air I was given a break and the electro was disconnected (much to my relief).
The plan had been to keep me up there longer. And I put on a decent show a bit and spun around a bit without trying to kick anyone (at least seriously ) .
At about 2:45 I suddenly dropped two inches as one of the two primary straps on the harness broke on me. After a minutes panic I determined I was fine and signaled people to get me down.
Getting down to earth was kinda a weird feeling as I made a big squish touching the ground. I could feel the sweat pooling in the suit all the way up to my crotch. Getting the mask off was like a breathe of fresh air and I was suddenly dizzy and hard to stand.
After cooling down a bit I waddled to the bathroom to get out of the suit. Trying to not make a mess I managed to get out of the suite without making too big of a mess and poured the suit into the sink. Much to my shock the sink overflowed onto the floor. Staring down at the mess on the floor I just sat there starting at it.
Time to hydrate!
Copyright © 2010 by Shast, shast@deathstar.org (may be distributed in its original form ONLY)
By Catdude
Part 1
I sat at the airport, nervously playing with my ticket, thinking over the event that had led to me being here, Josh pretty much ran my life now, he had made we quit my job, there had been very little option really, he told me that if I didn’t quit he would just confine me to my house with no food and that after enough days had passed that my job would have fired me he would finally allow me drugged food and I would re-awaken in my cell with the chair waiting to milk me. That had made it very easy for me to make up my mind.
Remembering Augie
By Gil Kessler
August Kalin passed away in New York City on April 4, 2011, following a major stroke two weeks earlier. Augie was 55. He was born in Syracuse, NY, and lived most of his life in the state. For the last five and a half years he lived with me in a wonderful Sir/boy relationship, both in New York City’s Greenwich Village and at our country home near Port Jervis, NY.
Augie was intelligent, creative, loving and handsome. He was “harleyxr” on Recon, and had many dear friends. We first met at the 1993 March on Washington for Gay Rights when a group of us in leather left the hotel and passed this innocent waif standing on the corner. He asked if we knew where the Eagle was. “Come with us, little boy” was our response, and later in the evening I took him “home.” That began our friendship, culminating in Augie’s moving in with me in October 2005.
He had several careers, including managing a 12 million gallon petroleum bulk facility for Sunoco, working for the NYC Parks Department as a gardener, and reorganizing and running the offices of a Brooklyn construction company. He converted the second floor of our country garage into a large dungeon (including innovative equipment), and had many fun scenes there. He especially loved clothespins, bondage, flogging and rubber, and his interest in photography leaves me with many wonderful pictures.
Augie was an avid motorcyclist, and rode all over the US. His first trip abroad was with me to London, then Costa Rica, then Turkey and Greece. Very favorite book: Lord of the Rings; favorite opera: Barber of Seville; favorite music group: ABBA; favorite classical music: Gil playing Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C# Minor on the piano; beloved pet: Jake, the basset hound, still living upstate with Augie’s previous lover (and our good friend) Paul.
For many years, Augie was a member of GMSMA, Delta, and TES. He took the Novices SIG in 2005, then we shared the teaching of the course each year since. He took very good care of me (now I’ll have to even relearn how to cook!), and I will miss him so very much.
Augie is survived by his mother, sisters, and brother. He passed peacefully in hospice, his hand in mine.
