Today’s reader submission is from Luckiboy. (One of these shots was taken by me … can you figure out which one?)
You can find Luckiboy on Recon
Today’s reader submission is from Luckiboy. (One of these shots was taken by me … can you figure out which one?)
You can find Luckiboy on Recon
By Bind
I open my eyes but I cannot see anything. Am a blind? I am lying down and just awakened from sleep. I must have been drugged. I reach up with my hands and feel solid metal only a few inches above me. I move my legs and they cannot be moved apart more than about an inch before they hit the edge of the metal cage or box in which I must be in.
It narrows down to the feet like an old coffin. I am confined in a very tiny space! Fuck! I must be buried alive! I feel a terrible panic and start to struggle and bang on the walls of my enclosure. It is only eighteen inches high, six feet long and not more than two feet wide at the widest point. I have a pillow and am resting on a thin cushion. I am comfortable enough for a confining sleep, but know that if I am buried alive I will soon be suffocating. I can feel the sweat flow down my face. I am totally nude. Everything has been taken from me. I lay here alone and wonder how long it will take to die. I am still groggy and I drift back to sleep.
Continue reading The Human Hamster: A short Story of Bondage Fiction
After he listened to my recent podcast over at the No Safe Word site, Metalbond reader Jamie sent in some personal recollections of James Bond (of blessed memory), The New York Bondage Club, Serious Male Bondage, and other reminiscences.
First, here is a picture of some of James Bond’s handiwork:
Jamie Writes,
Hey Metal,
I enjoyed your interview on No Safe Word. I met Tony and Mikey through Mark and Dale at Serious Male Bondage. It is funny how interconnected the community is. Dan Savage was interviewed on No Safe Word a while back. Anyway the reason for this, I just did an entry for my private journal that I wanted to share with you, as you were the inspiration.
Private Journal entry:
This morning I was tickled to see the Donlean cartoon I had e-mailed to my friend “Metal” posted on his website. This cartoon I can so relate to; as about the only way I can be truly relaxed it to be restrained. That way I don’t have guilt for not working: it is not my fault!
Anyway, on Metal’s site he had a link to his interview on the podcast, “No Safe Word.” I do enjoy this podcast. I’m acquainted with Daddy Tony and his boy, Mikey, two of the podcast hosts, through friends in San Francisco. I listened to the podcast as I typed out my journal entry for today. In Metal’s interview he mentioned “James Bond,” a good friend who passed away in 2011. I’ve never really documented how this man literally changed my life. Now I will.
James Bond was a bondage enthusiast and photographer. He provided a lot of the photography work for the magazine Bound and Gagged. I used to pick up this magazine at Rochester Custom Leathers back in the 1980s and 1990s.
It was in January 1998 in the dead of winter that I got my Gateway computer. I was living with Joe awaiting my transfer to Tuscaloosa, AL. I figured how my down time would be as good a time as any to join the computer age. Joe had been on-line for about a year. He would be my mentor.
Looking back, it almost seems like this all transpired back in the dark ages. Joe had an extra AOL disk, so I was able to get online without too much trouble. I can still hear the dial-up phone noises! Like everyone on AOL, I had multiple profiles: a regular profile and my “slut” one for the fun gay sites and chatrooms.
It was through a members profile search under my slut profile I located James Bond. (Does AOL still have profiles and chatrooms? I have not been an AOL member for many years.) I contacted James, and he invited me to stop by anytime to his New Jersey home.
James and I made arrangements to get together. I was to arrive on a Thursday night and then head out early Saturday morning. We met at a diner not far from Jim’s house, where we had dinner together and got to feel each other out. We returned to his place and I was like a kid in a candy store. In no time at all he had me in tight, comfortable, inescapable rope bondage.
That Friday afternoon I was laced onto his bondage board unable to move with a tight leather hood. I can still feel the total immobilization with the exception of my hooded head. The leather gag was inserted and buckled on, and then my eyes were covered. Rope slowly but firmly pulled my head back to the board so I could not move at all and was pretty much totally sensory deprived. This boy was flying!
In the evening Jim drove us into the city for the meeting of the New York Bondage Club. At this period of time the club met at Jay’s Hangout, which was located in the basement of the old Anvil. If I’m remembering right, this location was around 10th Ave and 14th St.
I saw this hot man entering the club wearing a Hellfire Jacket. I had to meet him. I went right up and introduced myself. His name was Bob, and things instantly clicked. He introduced me to his friend Eric, who was a manager of the leather store on Christopher St. I told Eric the story of how I was locked into a puppy cage there back in December 1993. Eric informed me that he was the one who locked me in that night!
As the night progressed, Bob took me places I never knew existed. He told me I should consider attending the Delta Run in September. He said I was a natural for the club.
As the year progressed I hemmed and hawed about attending the run. It was kind of at the last minute in early August I contacted Bob to see if I there were any openings. He got me a last minute invite. I sent in the check, and booked a flight.
Delta opened an entirely new perspective into my life. I was able to make a great new circle of friends with mutual interests.
I could write for days how intertwined my friend connections are through that initial Delta Run back in 1998.
Louis, whom I met at the 2002 run, was instrumental in getting me to sign up to go to college in 2003 through my work. He also got me into hiking with him on the Appalachian Trail. Through Louis I met his friends and connections in San Francisco. I feel a real sense of pride whenever I see myself in one of the banner ads for Serious Male Bondage. That is me on the left:
Through my friend connections I can definitely say my life has been drastically changed for the better.
It was after I retired Harold talked me into running for the Delta Board. I was elected and served two three-year terms. The club only exists to put on yearly “runs.” Not long into my tenure I was thrown into a situation whereby I was forced to act and respond in ways I never had before. Talk about a growing experience. Through my work on the board I’ve gained the confidence to not shy away responsibility when I know I can make a difference.
It was through that initial meeting of James Bond that forces went to work to reshape my life as I had known it. From Metal’s interview, it sounded like he had a similar experience. I’m sure James Bond never thought about what an influence he had upon my life. He lived his life fully, and he is sorely missed. I’m writing this out so he will never be forgotten, at least not by me.
Metal would like to thank Jamie for writing this!
To read more about James Bond, click here and here. To hear the podcast, click here.
Do you have personal recollections about something you might like to share? You can get in touch with me via the email address in the About tab.
Check out this prisoner who is immobilized in an inmate uniform and humane restraints:
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By Mister-X / Spartan
That day the clouds had cleared and it was beautiful in the morning. I decided to go exploring down the second path and see if I could find another facility. I walked down to and beyond the intersecting path I’d taken to return on the second day. It wasn’t far to another building. I was curious to see what the guys in this building were up to.
Continue reading Another Bondage Fantasy World Client — Part 3
Master Dave is back and feeling meaner and more crazed to dish out punishment than ever before. He’s just finished rugby training and stinks of stale sweat. He drags his sexually pent up body into the locker room and finds feeble bottom James skulking around. To teach this sub a lesson he won’t forget, Dave ties Jamesto a bench and makes him take off his shorts. Then he reverses into the bottom’s face and makes him lick the fetid jockstrap and then his stinking, sweaty ass. Dave meanly scrapes his studded boots into the bottom’s cock and balls before stomping on them, causing the sub much pain and distress.
To see more, go to Brutal Tops
By John Strickland
Although Keagan felt like running, felt like screaming, felt like dissolving into a heap on the floor, he did in fact look quite dignified. The jacket, strapped tightly to right down under his butt, made him walk very upright, the high collar held his head up high.
Champion swimmer Scotty is riding high on success, winning medals and million-pound sponsorship deals are coming at him left and right. His body is in prime condition, finely muscled for gliding through the water and lean without an ounce of fat on him. Two men take control of this straight man’s body in the locker room, groping every inch of his chest, washboard stomach and great bulging swimsuit wrapped package.
His speedos are tugged aside so they can slide their thick man fingers up his tight virgin anus. They cut the swimsuit from his body, leaving him totally exposed and vulnerable. Since he rudely rebels, Dave makes him more compliant, lashing his big strong back. Brought to his knees, he’s presented with two hard cocks, which he must service. He’s given strong verbal instructions in how to pleasure a man’s stiff prick. This is how to turn a prize hetero swim champ into a man-whore. Overwhelm him with dicks shoved in his face and rammed down his throat till he gags.
To see more, go to Breeder Fuckers