Can you read the note in the first image? The second and third pics are from CuffsandCops on Recon, and the last one is from @TieMeUpPhil84 on Twitter.
Monthly Archives: March 2015
All-male version of Cell Block Tango
Parole Him
The Thinker
Here’s another shot from the men of Serious Male Bondage
Bondage overkill is the name of the game
Check out these pictures from Mark at Serious Male Bondage. Here is what Mark has to say: “As one might expect, the steel bondage crib lends itself to the use of Humane Restraints. In these photos, our friend Chuck is comfortably restrained in heavy canvas bed straps with attached leather cuffs. In addition, his hands are enclosed in padded helpless mitts. Bondage overkill is the name of the game, as we don’t want our patient to escape or hurt himself.”
Metalbond would like to thank Mark of Serious Male Bondage for the pictures and information.
Master Josh and Derek humiliate a pathetic fag
Wearing football gear, the snarling tops find a naked sub quivering and awaiting the brutal treatment about to dished out to him. Derek has a marker pen which, he uses to write “FAG” on the bottom’s forehead and “WHORE” across his flabby buttocks.
Lashed with a chain like a hound, the whimpering sub is dragged around the room with Master Josh photographing him before ordering him to expose his gaping arsehole. This excites the Masters, who take it in turns to ram their dicks deep into his mouth. The faggy sub reams from having such big dicks pushed into his weak gob.
See more at Brutal Tops
Jimmy’s Vacation – Part 3
By lostouteast
“John?!”
SMACK. Jimmy barely saw the hand that struck his face before he found himself looking downwards and to the left.
“That’s not something you get to call me anymore.”
“What the fuck are y-”
SMACK.
“From now on, you speak only when given permission to do so, and the first and last words out of your mouth will be, ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’”
Jimmy’s ears were ringing, half from the two slaps he had just received, and half from rage. Before he could fully contemplate whether to make another mistake by speaking again, he felt a fist take hold of his hair and jerk his head upwards. Jimmy felt something rubbery pressed up against his lips, and, anticipating another gagging, clamped his mouth shut.
“Still fighting it … Even now …”
Leather leg sack
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