Monthly Archives: July 2016
Locked in his boots
Author of bondage stories gets tied up in rubber
Hey prisoners, check out these pictures of rts — author of Trainer’s Boi’s and many other bondage stories here on Metalbond and other sites.
Of course, I prefer to get RTS locked in rubber gear with his hands free, so he can write more bondage stories!
Rts also has his own author page here on Metalbond. Click here.
TBT: BOUNDLONGANDHARD spread eagled
You can look up BOUNDLONGANDHARD on Recon
This heavy steel coffee table is really a cage
Check it out:
This heavy steel coffee table belongs to NoEsacpeSlave of Recon. Videos of this cage will be on SeriousMaleBondage site in the future, so stay tuned. This is the real deal!
Metal Worx Cock Cage
Jared promises to free Riley if he’ll deliver another load of cum
Jared, as we all know, is both a sadist and a liar. He could, of course, order his slave to pump out a load of cum – and beat him until he complied – but Jared revels in telling a young innocent like Riley that all he has to do is jerk off for his new master and he’ll finally be set free – then instantly renege on the promise. There is something about the slave’s crestfallen disappointment, the shattered hope, that makes Jared crazy. Riley has never been more desirable as he works his impressive cock to a raging hard on and delivers another load of cum, only to be dragged back to his cell.
Here’s a free video clip:
See even more at Dream Boy Bondage
The Convict – Part 07
By Joshua Ryan
I had to get in to work really early that day, because I was the person who was supposed to handle the year-end calls from the branches in other time zones. When I finally got to the lounge at 9 for coffee, the first thing I did was go to the deck and look at the convicts. I wanted to see if one of them was standing by the fence.
“Whatcha lookin for, Jason?” It was somebody’s voice. I remembered. It was Peter Tomlinson’s.
“Uh . . . nothing. . . . I . . . uh . . . Great day, huh?” It was another one of those days we have in winter when the sun is so bright you’d almost think it was spring already. At 9 o’clock in the morning, it must have been 55 degrees on that deck. It was sort of like the first day when I met the convict.
“Not really. Channel 10 says it’s gonna snow tonight.”
“That true? We almost never have snow in December.” What are you talking about? I asked myself. My eyes were searching the fence, searching . . .
“It’s true. Look at those clouds. Cirrus. We’ll have snow all right. Lotta snow.”
“Too bad. I wanted to wash the car.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” I couldn’t believe I was making jokes.
“What are you looking at, Jason?”
“Just watching the convicts.”
“Huh?”
“The convicts. Down in the field.”