I recently blogged about Cell Block Wine. Now, check out Blindfold and The Prisoner — two more wines, bottled by The Prisoner Wine Company of Napa Valley:
Last summer, a Canadian magician named Mark Correia spent 14 straight days in a Posey straitjacket to raise awareness and money for Parkinson’s Disease. He was strapped in on live TV in Toronto, went out in public daily and made several more TV appearances, and finally escaped two weeks later, again on live TV. He posted daily vlogs on Youtube documenting his experience. He has completed a book manuscript (not yet published) called “Two Weeks Strait.”
Boxer Henry is nervous being left entirely in the hands of dominant clothed trainers and being subjected to their deviant methods of posing his naked muscular body. His big manly ass is very hot. It’s necessary for them to open up his hole and wear down that animal heat emanating from his privates. He’s accustomed to dealing with the pain he receives when fighting in the ring, but the intense deep feeling he gets from having male fingers invading his incredibly tight hetero asshole is excruciatingly acute. The big dumb lug is ready to tear the men mauling him apart but wouldn’t dare defy his coach. Under their stern command he learns to bend over and do as he’s fucking told.
Nate Stone, author of The Play Pen in the Metalbond Prison Library, will read from one of the stories he wrote as Nicholas Bowman at The Center, New York City’s headquarters for the LGBT community, in an event to be held this Saturday, May 16.
Christopher Rosalie, author of literally dozens of books about bondage, s/m and tickling, is also on the bill. Details here.
Except for attachments on the wall for standup restraint there was a special bed with dozens of attachment points, a grey vinyl prison mattress two padded cuffs for the wrist and two padded cuffs for the ankles. I lay down on the bed’s mattress with my head resting on the prison vinyl pillow. Both orderlies working in tandem quickly placed the padded leather cuffs around my wrist and locked them closed after adjusting for size. They were already secured to the sides of the bed. My ankles were next. I felt my legs being forced apart, my ankles being placed in the padded cuffs and locked in place. I was in bondage. A locking leather strap was threaded between the wrist cuffs and over my stomach, pulling my arms inward towards my body. No side-to-side movement of the wrists was possible. The same procedure was done with the ankle cuffs, and my limbs were frozen in place. Four point restraint.
A three-inch-wide strap was threaded under my left arm, over my chest and under my right arm, and both sides were secured to anchor points on the side. A second three-inch-wide canvas belt pulled taught over my legs between my crotch and knees. Six point restraint.
At Boynapped. This one is called “A Feast of Cock for Mickey”
Ross has been prepped already, stripped and secured with meters of rope, left hanging with his uncut cock dangling. Mickey wastes little time getting what he wants, asserting his authority with some hot wax over his back and buttocks and wanking him off. Milking his cock beneath him isn’t enough for Mickey, though. He wants to suck that dick until Ross is spewing his semen out!