Some more pictures from the vault
Some more pictures from the vault
The guy in the sleepsack is totally dependent on the supply for each breath. The combination of the hard-hat and his bondage provides him with an extremely intense and helpless experience. He peers through the helmet’s visor as his buddies look on. This guy is really in deep.
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By Arealltallboy
Somehow it dawns on me. I’m awake. There isn’t much else making sense right now, but I know that I’m awake, conscious. This isn’t a dream. The next thing that dawns on me is my head, and particularly, me headache. It’s throbbing, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Every beat of my heart feels like a mallet pounding away at the front of my skull. It’s almost enough to drown out the noise around me, which leads to the third realization–noise, of which there is very little. Calming down, working through the pounding sensation in my head, I listen, and aside from a dull hum, I hear nothing. Moving my eyes around, another realization–I’m blindfolded. The surprise leads me to jerk my head forward, only to be met by the sensation of a strong strap holding it down. I’m lying down. There’s no doubt about that. Not only is there a strap holding my head down to this stiffly-padded table, but other straps are holding down my chest, belly, biceps, forearms, wrists, thighs, above and below the knees, and my ankles. I can struggle, but there isn’t much play, nor am I able to extricate myself from this position. There’s something strapped over my nose and mouth. I’d know if it was a gas mask, but this isn’t one. Definitely a blindfold over my eyes, and some sort of breathing mask tightly enveloping my mouth and nose. Meanwhile, this headache.
Marshall is drenched in sweat, his body slowly pulled apart by its own weight, the agony of the cross complete.
Marshall is reliving his worse nightmare – crucifixion. But what he is suffering now is even worse than his time on the cross three years ago. After five hours on the wood, he is drenched in sweat, every muscle in his body screaming for relief. No matter how he shifts and squirms on the cross, he can’t relieve the unending strain; he can merely shift its intensity from his torso to his legs. Plus, if that weren’t bad enough, his cock and balls are covered with nasty clothespins, a biting, throbbing pain that somehow cuts through the constant ache of crucifixion. After a couple more hours he drifts into a state of shock.
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By Joshua Ryan
Documents Relating to Convict 353308, Rossetti, Jason Scott
Inmate, Southern Regional Longterm Correctional Facility
Document 8
DATE:
051019
SENDER:
351699 Cleveland
Inmate, SRLCF
RECIPIENT:
Mrs. Heather Johnston
1112 Detroit Street
Milestone IN
STATUS:
Approved for Transmission
***CONVICT TRANSMISSION NOT TO EXCEED 400 WORDS***
Dear Sis,
I’m sorry you’re not able to come out to see me this year, but I understand. I think it’s great that you and Frank are buying that cabin at Pleasant Lake.
You asked whether me and my cellie are still getting along. You bet. It’s funny, you know, because he was a college kid who was also a Business Executive before he was put in stir, but as you probably predicted Ive been showing him the ropes. Actually, I was worried because I was celling alone and who knows what would happen when they put some other con in with me, but J is exactly the cellie I wanted. Do you know what I mean? :-) I think you do.
By lthr_jock
Without thinking, Clark stood up which made Greg curse angrily and use his crop on Clark’s leathered arse. Clark reflexively knelt down again and flushed bright red as Vickers laughed. Greg glared down at him and paused before looking back up at Vickers.
“Hold on, did you just call him Samuel?”
Vickers grinned an evil little smile and nodded. Greg let out a roar of laughter which made several people close by look up from their own conversations.
“You mean to tell me that the man I have been pestering you about for 2 months is right here kneeling at my feet.”
Vickers joined in the laugher. “Yes – and from the look of it Samuel has had quite the evening.”
Greg chuckled and stroked Clarks hair, ignoring the increasingly urgent grunts that were coming from the restrained man.
“Damn. I’ve wanted to get him into some of my gear for ages. See – I was right – it suits him.”
“I never doubted it would.”
“MPPPHHH!”
Greg didn’t look down, just rapped the tip of his crop against the faceplate of Clark’s muzzle. “Quiet, boi, your betters are talking.”
Clark ignored this and continued to grunt into the gag. Greg frowned at him and with one hand behind Clarks head, used the other one to pinch his nose shut. Clark then realised how secure he was trussed up as he struggled vainly within the straitjacket, his booted feet slipping on the floor. He could get some air in past the gag in his mouth, but his struggles increased his need for air and Gregs control over his nose meant that he couldn’t get it. He struggled harder and harder until Greg released his grip. He gasped air in through his nose, coughing and spluttering around the drool in his mouth. Greg knelt down so that he could hear him whisper.
There’s a “condoms in porn” ballot proposal under consideration in California that everyone I know who works in the porn industry is vehemently opposed to. In addition, just about every major newspaper in the state is against it.
You can learn more at Stop60.com. If you are on Twitter, you can use the hashtag #NoProp60.
Metal would like to thank @EricPaulLeue for providing information on this.
ALSO IMPORTANT: Metalbond endorses Clinton for president — and Roy Cooper for governor of North Carolina, who must be elected to defeat the anti-LGBT bully Pat MCrory in that state.
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