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Monthly Archives: October 2015
Seven Point Metal Bondage with Mikey, Daddy Tony and Friend
Here’s a vintage shoot from Serious Male Bondage. In this one, Mikey and Daddy Tony brought a well-equipped friend in. He was put in a metal seven-point bondage piece. The hood had a very severe internal gag.
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Head trips
Orange inflatable rubber sleepsack bondage with gasmask
caged in an orange prison jumpsuit with belly chain and high-security leg cuffs
It never ends for Jockstrap
Jockstrap recently sent this image and the note below
Jockstrap writes,
Dear Metal,
Thought you might like another view; this is before my boxing helmet is strapped and locked over the top of my bridle and gag (note how he has had ‘saddle’ put on the forehead strap as I hate being called that even more than jockstrap!!)
The spare keys to my whole rig are stored in the master safe that locks to the front of the rig. This serves two purposes; one in case of emergency I can be sent the code to unlock myself (this has only happened once in the last couple of years and was expensive as the deal is that every padlock is replaced afterwards to ensure there’s no chance that I can have made duplicate keys) but the main one is psychological — hearing all the keys rattling around, so close but so far away sometimes drives me nuts. I’ve spent hours fiddling with the combination, even though I know the chances of hitting on the right code are pretty much zero.
A lot of attention is spent on monitoring the tightness of the belts — inevitably they have been able to get steadily tighter as I’ve lost some weight, and the belts stretch slightly over time. Again the deal is that they must all be strapped and locked as tight as it’s possible to get them. Everything on the rig is locked and usually double or triple locked and inter connected. The creaking is phenomenal and always makes him laugh. When I’m caned, there are sometimes ‘creak sets’ where he will place a cane on the floor and I have to pick it up without creaking or the strokes double. No prizes for guessing the inevitable result.
Oh and I’m often sloganned up like this and forbidden to wash them off!
I’ll shut up now but thought you’d appreciate some details maybe.
—Jockstrap
Metal would like to thank Jockstrap for this update!
Max Gunnar gets his BDSM cherry popped by Spencer Reed
This is a vintage shoot from Bound Gods. Max Gunnar is brand new to bondage, and Spencer Reed is here to show him the way. Spencer drags the captive out of the cage and makes him submit from the start. Spencer smacks his ass as the nervous stud worships his leather. Max is made to suck Spencer’s fat cock and he endures candle wax, the flogger, and eight butterfly clamps to his nipples. Spencer wraps him up completely and throws him on the bondage board. He fucks the prisoner into deep submission. Blowing his load all over the captive’s face, Spencer feeds the exhausted man his wet cock.
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New Years Resolution – Part 12
By lthr_jock
“1683, wake up.”
Paul’s eyes snapped open, and immediately he could see his muscular form still in its thick, skin-tight red rubber in the mirror placed in front of him. He was boiling hot, the sweat pooling in the rubber suit and making him uncomfortable, his muscles aching from the position he had been strapped into. Drool was running freely around the ball gag, so he reckoned he’d been secured like this for some time. From what he could see, he had been strapped on all fours onto some kind of device. His stomach lay on something solid, with his mitted hands secured in front of him to the base of the device. His legs (ankles still strapped to his thighs) were similarly secured, but his knees were held apart by the device leaving his arse open and exposed.
His eyes bulged as he swore and struggled, his mountainous muscles heaving against the black leather restraints. Wrenching against the straps, he could hear them creaking and groaning, until a rubbered form behind him stepped forward and secured a wide leather belt around his waist, securing Paul tightly to the device. Now he couldn’t get enough leverage to affect anything other than a helpless writhing motion. He glared up at the figure in black rubber as he rubbed his hands all over Paul’s quivering flanks.
“Time for your last lesson here, boi.”