By PFC Pflege
I stood up, and looked at Vasquez. I liked what I saw. I had already gagged him before I tied his ankles, so there was little left to be done. It was nearly midnight, but the unair-conditioned barracks were very warm from Hawaii’s heat, and it never really cooled off, even after the sun set. Vasquez was lying face up on the foam rubber padding which I kept on my bed.
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Thanks to Metalbond reader Wexleather for passing this along!
RH over at Mencomix sent in this image and information:
RH writes,
Hey Metal,
I found this in the latest Marvel “A + X” #13: Captain America from The Avengers fighting Cyclops from X-Men.
“Once these liquid metal cuffs are deployed the lock mechanism and hinges melt into the restraint. There is not even a lock to pick and it’s stronger than Titanium.”
WO-OO-WOW — and Captain America has some tendencies towards a sadistic bondage master: “Let’s see you escape from those!”
The illustrator forgot to add some evil laughter HAR HAR HAR …
Yet, Marvel shows us what is coming on us bondage freaks soon!!!
Thanks, RH, for passing this along!
To see more from RH, check out his site, Mencomix
By Rubber Dog
The boy’s visual record of his ordeal had ended as the hood had been fitted over his head; its thickness virtually unyielding to even the smallest attempted movement of his jaw. The shock of the massive plug had made him try to scream, but he’d not even been able to do this properly, rather instead sending a shock of pain through his jaw and neck as he involuntarily tried to throw open his mouth.
This, in turn had caused him problems with the gag, again almost choking him as it threatened to trigger his yet untamed gag reflex. Now, for a few moments he was left alone, panting hard and testing the restraints occasionally with agitated struggles but of course he was still held firm. Through the thickness of the hood he could just about make out the sounds of his snorting breathing from the end of the thick mouth tube, that and the slight vibration it made across the rubber of his face.
His master watched this for a few minutes: the sporadic struggling gradually became less and less frantic as the boy accepted his predicament; the coughing flecks of spit that came out of the gag; and the way the boy was trying to adjust his feet, still not yet covered in rubber, as his legs no doubt began to ache more and more from their almost rigid bondage.
Check out what happens to Preppy Stud over at Straight Men In Trouble
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By Mister-X / Spartan
The next day I informed my boss and my co-worker that it was on for them to come to my home that evening after work to meet my house mate and ask him where he got my clothes. During the day, my co-worker seemed interested in how I enjoyed wearing such tight clothes and whether it got me sexually excited.
