Inmate jumpsuit and police belly chain

I wore this out in public a couple of times over the past week:

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Last Saturday I went to a couple of bars, including The NYC Eagle for NYBOL’s Frat Night party. I ran into a bunch of old friends and new acquaintances, including Neil the Erotic Hypnotist, “the Twink,” David Stein, londonslv and of course my favorite bartender — Gregory (who now has is very own Tumblr feed, check it out!).

It was fun to see people’s reactions. I rode Citibikes everywhere and got all sots of comments from passers-by and motorists. On the way home last Saturday I ran into a very hot Clark Kent, who said he liked my “jailbreak city” outfit.

I also wore this to my gay bowling league, but I was the only one who dressed up for that.

Anyway, if you’ve ever wanted to walk around outside in a prisoner uniform and handcuffs, Halloween is the perfect “cover” to get away with it.

Happy Halloween, everyone!




Today’s artwork: The Interrogators by Chained Muscle

Every country has them, no one talks about them, they do their job, and do it well, they always get their information. This is one in a series of images starting with the letter “A” for Albania that takes a trip through the world’s interrogators country by country:

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Today’s artwork is courtesy of the men of Chained Muscle. To read and see more from these guys, check out the Chained Muscle section of the Metalbond Prison Library, and also be sure to visit the official Chained Muscle site.

BDSMTOP4Muscle reminisces about the Black Tulip Hotel

Today’s pictures are courtesy of BDSMTOP4Muscle:

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BDSMTOP4Muscle writes,

I went through my archives to find some pics to send you, and remembered my last stay in the famous Black Tulip Hotel in Amsterdam, Netherlands. I went there at the end of 2009, shortly before this place closed down for good, and spent five days in my favorite room – and as you can see, I was quite creative in tying up different slaves and bondage bottoms there.

This hotel was (as far as I know) the only BDSM hotel in the world where kinky gay men could literally do whatever they pleased, in the privacy of their room (each one was different in size and equipment) or with an open door, with your own slave or bondage buddy, or with guys you met in the hotel or outside in the bars. And the staff was more than helpful in any way desired… ;-)

There were always many American guests, some of them staying for two weeks or even longer. I wonder if some of your readers may have some pics of their own that were taken there, so you could do something like a “Black Tulip Memorial Post”?

Anyway, I hope you like mine, and I will send you some brand new pictures in December!

Cheers from Germany,




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30-Day Test Subject – The Story Continues

By Red

Chapter 5 – The Test Enters a Rough Phase

Soon after the guards had left for the day I began to hear the hum of a motor.  It sounded like it was geared down to move slowly but strongly.  Although all of my senses were at attention I could not feel any assault on my body for about a half hour.  Suddenly I knew what was going on.  Something that they had lowered into the Pit while they were fitting my new chains was approaching my asshole.

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The Box – Part 4

By Rubber Dog

His Master brought the straitjacket back from the far end of the playroom where it had been stored with some of the other larger pieces of restraint he often used; his boy laid out on the table was still trying to keep still but had taken to gently and ever so slightly pushing his butt down into the padding and thereby gaining some leverage with the plug.

He let him do this for a moment or two until the slave started to moan and then firmly slapped the slave’s dick through the restraints.  This elicited what would have been a yelp and a well-caught instinctive attempt to move his hands to his dick’s protection.  He would have been disappointed if the boy hadn’t caught this reflex and he smiled to himself that already the boy was learning.

Getting the jacket on was not as difficult as it sometimes was when he’d gotten slaves to this point of the storage process; occasionally they had already decided they wanted out and wrestling the straitjacket onto them took time and considerable effort.  In fact the last time that had happened had made him rethink just how much of the impending captivity he let the slaves see before beginning the encasement.  Certainly the desperate struggling and fight for freedom had its plus points and he still wasn’t sure if he should hood a victim early on since this deprived them of a view of the box up-close, and deprived him of seeing their reaction to it.

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