Monthly Archives: September 2012
Smith and Wesson handcuffs
Chuck in chains
Hey Chuck, nice chains and nice T-shirt!
SoldierGermany dedicates his long-term chastity to me
That’s a long time to have your cock locked in metal, SoldierGermany! Thanks for showing it off! Way to go buddy!
‘Encased’ by Mortice Deadlock
Metalbond would like to welcome Mortice Deadlock to the Prison Library. His story, “Encased,” is available here on Metalbond, with his permission.
To read it, go to the Prison Library (newest stories section).
For more information about Mortice, visit his website, Mortice.org.
Encased
Chapter 1
I had been planning this experience for several weeks, and if it was half as horny as the planning, it would be an incredible time.
I had been wearing my chastity belt for the last week, constantly horny about what was going to happen, but helpless to do anything about it. The belt was tight around my waist and had a secure shield over my cock, preventing any stimulation. I had occasionally been using the secure butt plug fitting of the belt, going out for the day with the large plug locked in and the keys at home, in training for my experience.
NEW TODAY: An illustrated story from Chained Muscle
The artwork shown above is by GaryRo of the Chained Muscle website, and it is part of a story series on that site written by slavelabor, called “Redneck Justice.” In this chapter of Redneck Justice, Jason, the muscular hero, finds himself locked into a very nasty “Punishment Cage.”
You can read “Punishment Cage” by clicking here. And visit Chained Muscle for even more like this.
This is one of many stories I am planning to add to Metalbond in the coming days and weeks. Check back here tomorrow for a story from none other than Mortice Deadlock.
Redneck Justice – The Punishment Cage
Story by slavelabor, artwork by GaryRo
The thugs untied Jason from the wooden frame and quickly reattached the heavy metal shackles to his wrists and ankles. The chain attaching his wrists hung across his broad muscular shoulders. The longed haired thug who Jason now knew as Junior and was obviously Virgil’s son marched him from the shed into a field at the edge of the road running by Virgil’s farm.