The Class Reunion

By Mister-X/Spartan

Guy got home from work. He had packed his luggage that morning. He was ready for his high school’s reunion. It had been 10 years since he’d graduated. He was looking forward to showing his classmates who he now was.

His parents were very strict with him when he was growing up. They made sure that he kept his attention on his school work. When he wasn’t studying he had to help out in his father’s business. He had little time for outside activities. He had done no socializing. In truth, he wasn’t interested in socializing, and liked school work. He was considered to be a geek, and as almost all geeks were in school, he was bullied.

But now that he was out on his own, he had changed that image. True, he had a successful job, so all that school work had paid off. But he had taken a long, hard look at himself, and had come to some conclusions. First, he realized that he was gay. Second, he realized that he was kinky, turned on by being bound and gagged. Third, he could see a fat slob looking back at him, and knew that he needed to lose weight and put on muscle to attract others. Fourth, he enjoyed the leather lifestyle. He started making an effort to change his physique, and lost 50 pounds of fat and added pounds of muscle. He now owned a motorcycle, which he would be driving to his class reunion. He would be dressed in his motorcycle leathers over his shirt and tie from work. He was looking forward to his classmates’ reaction to his new image.

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Summer at the Ranch – Part 4

By Rubrpig

John and Steve returned to the ranch late after getting rid of the Sheriff’s SUV and walked over to John’s house. The men walked in and sat down in the kitchen. John grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat down after handing Steve one of the beers. The men began to discuss what they were going to have to do to train the new gelding and to protect the ranch and the herd from the Sheriff once he was aware of his deputy’s disappearance. They both knew that the ranch would be targeted and that it was possible that the herd and its newest horse would be discovered

The men finished their beers and John smiled at Steve and both men got up and headed to the bedroom. They had been lovers for a few years even though both of them were hard core leather tops, they still managed to make things work for them. They walked into the bedroom and both began to strip quickly and soon John has Steve on his back and he was pushing his cock hard into his ass. Fucking him hard he reached down and grabbed Steve’s nipples and twisted them hard causing Steve to groan loudly from the pain. This just drove John to fuck him harder. Finally, he blew his load deep in Steve’s ass and slowly pulled out. John collapsed on top of Steve and the 2 men rolled over and fell asleep.

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Edge Dungeon: A Short Recap of My Weekend Experience

By socalbd

I recently had the opportunity to experience The Edge Jail and Dungeon with a group of like-minded bondage friends. The facility is amazing. The jail is a legitimate cellblock setup. The dungeon has a variety of gear and equipment for use. Even after being home over a week, now, the mental high hasn’t worn off yet. The experiences our group was able to have were highlighted by the jail setup. If you’ve seen photos on the web site and wondered if all of that was real, it is real … very real. When the cell door closes, you are in jail.

The owner and the guys that helped build it put a lot of thought into what they conceived. I was constantly surprised by the smallest details that were there to be found, used and enjoyed. Great work! A Yelp or TripAdvisor review didn’t seem appropriate for this experience. We would give it 5 stars if we could. So in lieu of that this opportunity, thanks to Metal, I want to share some of the experience.

Here are a couple of examples from my inmate experience over the long weekend.

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My one bondage buddy and I arrived before the rest of the group. We made better time on the drive. Since the two of us were to initially be inmates to the “guards,” we were strictly forbidden from entering the jail space of the facility when we arrived. Our host gave us a tour of the rest of the facility on our arrival minus the cellblock.

Once the rest of the group arrived and we got settled in after unloading the cars and sharing a meal together, those of us that were to initially be inmates were herded into the dungeon space along with the stack of inmate clothing we were going to be wearing shortly. My buddy was the first to be taken to his cell.

When it was my turn I was roughly turned around, handcuffed and had a capture hood placed over my head and cinched tight around my neck. I couldn’t see anything. I was walked, more like pushed and manhandled, through the facility to the cellblock and into cell #2. I was stopped inside the cell and after a moment I heard the clanging of the cell door close behind me. I was then ordered to back up slowly toward the bars.

One of the guards reached through the bars and removed the capture hood. What I saw in front of me was the cinderblock of the rear of the cell, painted in a two-tone institutional color call out. The stainless steel prison toilet and combination sink unit was mounted in the right rear corner. To my left was the cot. A thin plastic mattress was covered in an institutional sheet as was the very thin plastic pillow. A coarse, dark grey blanket was folded at the end of the cot. Also on the cot was my prison uniform – orange pants and short sleeve shirt, white undershirt and briefs, white socks.

I was ordered to lift my wrists slightly for the handcuffs to be removed. When the left cuff was removed I had to put my hand on top of my head. After the right cuff was removed I was standing still facing the back wall with my hands on my head and fingers interlocked.

This inmate was then ordered to turn around and strip naked. Clothes were to be folded neatly and handed through the slot including the shoes I was still wearing. I immediately complied. Once I was naked I stood facing the guards with wrists again behind the head and fingers interlocked. I think they got some fun out of seeing this inmate standing there awaiting their next order. I was staring at the very real cell door. It was a legitimate jail cell door, and I was in a legitimate jail cell with cinderblock walls and a concrete floor. This was real.

I was finally ordered to get dressed. When I was finished I was ordered to approach the cell door and stick my wrists through the slot. My wrists were placed in regulation handcuffs. Next I was ordered to lift each ankle individually toward the cell bars. Regulation ankle cuffs were applied. The guards then left. There I was handcuffed, leg cuffed, in orange prison uniform behind a real jail cell door. I had to test the bars, of course. Nothing was budging. I was in for the duration.

Three feet in front of me was a solid wall that ran the length of the cell block. From my cell my view was that wall. I couldn’t see anything else. Even standing at the cell bars it was me and the wall. I could talk to my buddy in cell #1 but that was it. I was alone in my cell.

Eventually I decided to sit on the cot facing the bars. The reality sits in quickly. All I can see are the three cinderblock walls, the cell bars and sliding door, and the wall across from me. The cell was about 5-by-9. I could touch both side walls at the same time with arms outstretched if I wasn’t handcuffed. There was very little floor space left given the space the cot took up. The ceiling was lower in the cell than in the cellblock hallway. It was probably that way by design just to reinforce the reality of the situation and make an inmate feel that much more caged. The wall colors, the cell size, the steel bars, the lack of space in the cell were all mental reminders of what being a caged inmate was about. This inmate was doing time. You get in the headspace very quickly, especially with guards who are playing the part effectively with protocols, voice tone and physical power over you. Even the toilet is designed to be intimating. It’s stainless steel with just the molded rim to sit on. I quickly realized without a “seat” that pulls down even going to the bathroom as an inmate is different than in any other place — home, hotel, public restroom, anywhere one has to do their business in the outside world. This is all meant to reinforce the loss of freedom.

Eventually everyone was in their cells or confinement for the night. I can’t give it all away. It would take away from the first-time experience. When it was time for lights out, the lights dimmed low and I crawled under my very coarse blanket looking back and forth from the ceiling to the bars to the far wall and repeat. I was alone. I signed up for this. I asked for this. I craved wanting to know what this experience was like. This was just the beginning as I drifted off to sleep.


The facility has a solitary confinement cell. It was built in the mode of Alcatraz. There is a solid steel outer door with ports to open to look inside. Once inside the outer door there is a two-foot gap before the interior jail cell door meant to keep the guards safe from the inmate when the outer door is open. This makes the interior inmate area about 5-by-7. Attachment points are cleverly arranged throughout the cell to provide the guards with ample points to lock down the inmate.

One of my not so brilliant requests prior to our visit was to spend 24 hours locked in solitary. I’ve done 12 hours in a similar situation a few years back in a 4-by-8 space, locked in and alone. The headspace I went through in those 12 hours was amazing. My bondage buddies knew how much the solitary cell meant to me. I tend to like endurance positions and long stretches of bondage without contact to drive home my helplessness. They were ready and willing to provide a final day experience I wouldn’t forget.

On that final day around 1 in the afternoon I was taken to the solitary cell for some play. I was dressed in the orange prison pants and shirt and socks. B strung me up standing with wrists above head at either end of a spreader bar. Feet were free to move around and there was some slight slack in the overhead chain to the spreader bar. He returned with boxing gloves, which he used on me for a while. He had a lot of pent up aggression to get out it seemed. He then left me for about 30 minutes with both doors closed and minimal lighting on. When he came back it was time for a repeat session with the boxing gloves. He didn’t really say anything to me. His eyes boring down into my soul and his relentless strikes to my body did his talking for him. He left again for an hour, I think.

When he came back he asked how I was doing and I said ok. He said he wanted me to stay like that for as long as I could with my wrists in the spreader bar above my head. Did I mention he had collared me the night before? It was a nice thick, chain collar and a large padlock around my neck. He told me to make him proud. He would come to check on me. In all I think I was like that for three to four hours. He said I was a stud. B is hot!!! This period of time I was sub to him he owned me as much mentally as he did physically.

B was good enough to do welfare checks. He’s good like that. He understands the head space of keeping up the dom/sub dynamic but also understands the trust between the two players that is necessary to keep the sub knowing he is safe even when being physically and mentally challenged.

B eventually released me from this position, letting my arms down and taking me out of the cuffs and spreader bar. He ordered me to my knees and to lick his boots. I complied readily. Next he ordered me to take my cock out, jack off on his boots and then lick it clean. Again, I happily complied. B owned me.

He then said, “What now, stud?” I was horny. The cellblock was slightly on the cooler side, so most of us were always in some sort of clothing throughout the weekend. However, I was clearly in the zone, as it were. I suggested being stripped naked even though it was slightly cold in the space and to get chained spread eagle to the back cinderblock wall of the cell. He smiled at me and ordered me to strip while he got what he needed. I was chained to the wall naked, spread and had a capture hood cinched around my neck for the next couple of hours. There was some play, but also long stretches left alone again in the locked solitary cell.

When released from that I was given my clothes back and provided a dinner of a couple of protein bars, pretzels and water. No restraints were placed on me, and I was left in the cell again for maybe 90 minutes.

When B came back and told me I would be in for the duration until tomorrow morning so I could get what I wanted … hours in solitary. He gave me two blankets, put steel on my wrists and ankles and left. At no time did he open the jail cell door between us. Everything was done through the slot. I did my best to prepare myself for the night. The light was still on. Time is funny. I think I knew what time it was, but I really had no idea. In the cellblock, and in solitary, there are no clocks, no windows and no way to know what is happening outside.

Guard J checked on me about an hour later. J is another bondage buddy I trust implicitly and he has my number when it comes to my mental state and bondage. I had time to think about being alone in solitary all night before J did the welfare check. By then I was super horny and I was thinking about what I said I had wanted to do if I were able to experience this exact situation. I said I wanted to go all in. He knew what that meant. Within ten minutes I was naked and in my five way shackles I had brought along on the trip just in case this opportunity presented itself. J let me know there would be no release and no further in person checks until morning. We guessed it was about 10 at that point. Also, five minutes after J left he told me the lights would go out and send the cell into total pitch blackness. And that’s what happened.

Sleeping on the concrete floor on a blanket double-overed gave me some relief from the cold floor but no relief from how hard the concrete is for a body to lie on it. The other blanket went around me. Water and a piss bottle were left for me, both of which I had to get out of the blanket and find a couple of times in the pitch blackness during the night. Then I had to somehow figure out how to get back into my “bed” and of course navigate the small space (5-by-7 interior cell) while taking care of my bodily needs. And of course, each time I had to do that I was out from under the blanket, naked in the cool air, shackled and slightly bent over standing, bare foot on the cold concrete floor.

It got colder and colder in the cellblock throughout the night. To my mind I wasn’t getting much sleep. I thought I was actually awake most of the night. I didn’t realize when I woke up from time to time. It was very strange. In the pitch blackness of the cell when my eyes were open I saw black. When I closed them I started to see dancing colors. It was all very strange. The cold, the dancing colors in my eyes, the inability to get comfortable in any way at all, and my body hurting physically from lying on the hard concrete through the blanket, I was regretting this situation at times. Why did I want this? It’s the head game again. Be careful what you wish for, you might get it. It was delivered to me by my friends. It was a long night.

When J came to release me in the morning he said it was 8:30 AM. I was surprised. I thought it was 6 at the latest. Time is funny when you are locked up. From 1 in the afternoon the day before until 8:30 the next morning I never left the cell from the time I entered. And I got what was probably 10.5 hours of solitary with the lights out, naked and full body shackles. It sucked!!!! Doing the overnight in those conditions was not fun.

And I would do it again… and longer!


Metal would like to thank socalbd for the report!

The pictures above are courtesy of The Edge. Official website here.

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