Reader mail: Looking for a rope bondage picture, erotic novel, and more

Some Metalbond readers have questions and want some help. Others have comments to share. See below:

 

Ropeluvr writes,

I know your primary interest is metal bondage, but I’m hoping you can at least put me in touch with someone who can help me. Years ago (at least a decade), I came across a photo that I have fantasized over. I no longer have this image in my possession and really would like to track it down again.

It’s an image of a guy in denim, shirt unbuttoned to show a rope harness beneath. He’s beside a mud puddle and his lower body is covered in mud.

I believe it was partly associated with a story I had read which revolved around a bondage hunt where the subject was given a head start and his goal was to escape capture or be put into bondage. The guy lost.

Anyway, even if you can’t help me out, I hope you can point me in the right direction. Thanks.

 

RbbrStorage writes,

I just blew my load reading the “Roger” series by David Sellers — one of the hottest stories I’ve ever read, maybe only second to “Ross.”  You provide a great service …. :-)

 

David Sellers writes,

I’ll write for you again soon — just as soon as my life settles down a bit.

 

Aquala Guy writes,

My novel is pretty much finished. I’m asking your readers if they’d be willing to read it for some honest critiqueing. I’ll send it to the first 3 people who send me an email at aqualaguy@gmail.com. Can you post something?

 

RH of Mencomix writes,

I don’t know anything about that play “Pig” – but it reads and looks interesting. Maybe something for your website??? https://buddiesinbadtimes.com/shows/pig/

 

Mark writes,

There are one Sadistic, one Murderer, one Necrophiliac, one Zoophilic, one Pyromaniac and one Masochist. They are sitting in the garden of the psychiatric hospital. Without knowing how to occupy their time.

Bored, the zoophilic says: “Why don’t we fuck a cat?”

Then the Sadist says: “YES we fuck the cat and then torture it!”

Murderer Says: “YEEES! We fuck, torture the cat and then kill it!”

Necrophiliac Says: “OOOOH YEAAAAAAAAHHHHH! We fuck, torture, kill the cat and then we fuck it again!”

And say Pyromaniac: “YES, YES, YES! We fuck, torture, kill, fucking the cat back again and we set it on fire!!”

It makes a sudden silence, and everyone watches the Masochist and people ask him:

“What about you? Did not you say anything???”

And the Masochist says:  “MEOOOOWWWWWWW!”

 

 

The LURE

Does anyone remember  the LURE leather bar in NYC? I wrote the article below for GMSMA’s newsletter, NewsLink, back in 2003, after my favorite leather bar closed down.

LURE

 

Farewell to the LURE

By MetalbondNYC

The LURE, New York City’s popular leather bar, closed on April 9, 2003, after nearly a decade of being the place to go for leather guys. GMSMA, the Renegades, Iron Guard and other local groups held bar nights at the LURE, and after the Manhole closed the bar became home to GMSMA’s Dungeon Demos. The LURE was also home to its own events such as the popular Pork on Wednesdays, regular rubber and uniform nights, foot fetish parties, and more.  You could shop in the Noose II store, and get your boots shined by the bootblack on duty.  The bar also popped up on HBO’s “Sex and the City,” when Samantha moved in upstairs.

The brainchild of the late Wally Wallace and bankrolled by a number of investors from within the community, the LURE (an acronym for Leather, Rubber, Uniforms, Etc.) opened in January 1994.   And while it did not actually turn a profit for its owners until several years later, leather men showed up in large numbers at the bar, which was jam packed every weekend in the early ’90s.

The LURE was a place to strut your stuff, to wear fetish attire of all kinds — leather and tall boots, cop or firefighter gear, rubber/latex, combat fatigues. Even guys dressed as gas station attendants were right at home there.  You could cruise for a hot leather daddy, collar a slave, or make out with a hot guy in the back.  And it wasn’t uncommon to see men there licking boots, torturing nipples, or even gulping down piss from beer bottles or glasses.

The bar was far from perfect — a dress code that was once enforced became somethig of a joke, as “tourists” and guys in sneakers would try to blend in with leather cops and rubbermen.  And that $7 cover charge seemed a little steep.  At least you got a ticket for your first drink.

As the rise of the Internet slowed business (who wants to schlep across town to pick up a trick when you can go online and “order in”?) attendance was way down, especially on Friday nights during the summer months.  When the Eagle re-emerged on West 28th Street, it drew many men away from the LURE, but most of the leather guys stayed.

In the end, some of the same forces that led Samantha to take that apartment upstairs contributed to the demise of the LURE.  Real estate in the Meat Market district became red hot as condos, nightclubs and restaurants started popping up like weeds.  The LURE’s lease was up, giving the landlord the opportunity to jack up the rent.  And when insurance premiums skyrocketed as well, it made the LURE’s existence at its West 13th Street location no longer finiancially viable for its owners.  There was talk of the bar relocating to a new space, but that turned out to be just talk.

Many of us will always have good memories of the LURE and the good times we had there over the years.   And we’ll also remember many of its former employees — Russ and John, the two bartenders who stayed with the bar for the whole run.  And Joey, one of the bar’s first managers, who was always there in full leather, rubber or fetish gear to greet regular customers with a smile.  And don’t forget Dominic, who with his tattoos and piercinngs was the most intimidating-looking doorman New York has ever seen.

So it’s the end for the LURE, at least for now.   It just goes to show that nothing lasts forever.  Just ask those who used to hang out at the Spike, the Altar and even the Mineshaft.

 

 

 

Unexpected Total Control

By Marknorth

I had been bothering my buddy to get together for some bondage fun for quite awhile – he was the one who locked me in bondage for 24 hours (see A Device for Self-Bondage) but our schedules just never meshed.  He travels for work (he’s in sales) and he is on the road probably 3 weeks every month).  I told him that the “Lost Identity” story that I wrote was going to be on the Metalbond blog and he should read it again (I had emailed it to him when I first wrote it).

Continue reading Unexpected Total Control

More of Bobby at Breederfuckers

At BreederFuckers, Bobby’s arms are bound together and tied to the ceiling. With his cock and balls firmly tied to his feet, this captive isn’t going anywhere.

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No matter how much he squirms, he can’t do anything to stop the bad man from fondling his hefty cock and sliding his finger around the sensitive circumference of his sphincter. This straight man is made to become familiar with every stage of being fucked. He’s presented with a stiff dick in his face, which he’s ordered to slick up by drooling copious amounts of saliva through his gag.

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His tight arse is then split into and he’s ruthlessly screwed. Bobby is then ordered to deep throat cock, which is rammed right to the back of his throat making one of the most vividly intense gagging scenes ever filmed.

 

To see more, go to Breeder Fuckers