Happy LOCK-tober, everyone! A Metalbond reader has just shared this information, posted today at the BBC News website, about hackers locking ALL wearers of the Cellmate chastity device!
Read below, or click the screen shot below to be taken to the complete article:
Thanks to Metalbond reader Ted for sharing this!
Gary is retired with an eye for sexy young men and time on his hands, and he’s taken an interest in Kevin, who is desperate for cash. Two men make him strip down with his briefs on his head and bend over a stool so they can examine his asshole. Then Gary whips his tender asshole with a stick, making him squirm, twitch and squeal.
See the VIDEO at Hard Up Straight Guys
Title of this shoot: Kevin Abused for Money – Part 1
By Joshua Ryan
The Haute Cuisine de Paris Select Tour … Mike had finally agreed to book it … I was lingering on a foggy street on the Ile Saint-Louis … Then from somewhere — some seventeenth century house? Some charming local church? — a bell was clanging. “Cmon,” Mack said. “Ain’t got all day.” He was already on his way to the shit holes, where a line had formed — a line of identical packages of rocklike muscles dressed in identical boxers and tees. A dream, and a nightmare.
I was one of the last to get to the holes, so I was glad I’d shat my guts out the night before, and all I needed to do was piss. I didn’t bother to line up for the sink. I went back to my bunk and started turning myself into the image of Mack, who had already dressed.
I can’t say they didn’t give us enough time. It was all hurry up and wait for our turn at the Chow Hall. While waiting, the workies shot the shit with each other, paying no attention to me. They weren’t interested anymore. I wasn’t new. I just stood by my bunk until Boss Web yelled, “Awright, make your line!” and we all marched off to the chow palace. Bill of fare: egg and cheese on bun, grits on the side. Hearty food! What you’d get in a fast food place, if the place was about to be closed by the health inspectors. Also a cup of coffee. No cream, no sugar, but the first coffee I’d had since I signed those papers. By the time I got through with it, I was so high that Ace came up beside me and said, “Coffee. It happened to me too. My first day. Watch your step. I don’t want you havin any accidents.”
Jason is a sexy and handsome straight personal trainer and welder. He’s 5-foot-8 and 183 pounds of rock hard muscle. He gets tied to the massage table and has his body worshipped and pleasured leading to an intense orgasm.
See the video at Slow Teasing Hand Jobs
Title of this shoot: “Sucked Muscle Man”
By felon
Thanks for all your messages. To continue:
Early on in this experience I requested the time to arrange for a haircut. After a day I received a message approving the haircut, and also telling me where to go for the cut.
Now with the virus, it had been months since I had a decent haircut. I followed his direction and made an appointment at a traditional barbershop. I was told to make sure the barber saw my ankle with the device strapped on, and let others see it as well in the barbershop.
I made the appointment, and he placed the time and date on the calendar.
Was he planning on being there as well? Who knows… So when I arrived exactly on time the barber — a burly, bear-looking guy — was polite and conversational. I made sure he saw the device when I was sitting in the chair, a few minutes later another gentleman came in the shop for his haircut. I made sure he saw the device. I proceeded to have my hair cut very short – a No. 1 buzz on the sides and a No. 2 on the top. Paid my bill and left. Just exactly what I was expected to do.
Continue reading Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 02
Fit rugby fucker Josef gets caught alone in the locker room. Adrian cleans him out, pumping his anal cavity full of water. He orders him to hold it in while viciously beating his arse till the cunt can’t clench his sphincter any longer. Josef has no choice but to humiliate himself letting out a thick stream of water in front of everyone!
Video at BreederFuckers
By Joshua Ryan
While I was thinking about all the things that could mean for my future (!!!), the dudes in jeans were putting me on the truck. I’m saying “on the truck” instead of “in the truck” because my place was in a cage attached to the bed. I would ride to the farm like an animal. No, not “like.”
The two five-gallon tubs of Slick It Off were nestling beside the cage. One of the dudes told me to stow my box behind them, and he unclipped the leash from my collar and handed it to the cop. I could see a lot of leashes hanging in the truck’s rear window; I guess they didn’t need any more. And was that a rifle sticking up between the seats? That or a shotgun! They’d be ready for me, in case I caused any trouble during my transport.
They opened the little gate to the cage, and I clambered in. You could tell that the cage wasn’t just a temporary part of the truck; it was bolted to the bed. There wasn’t enough room to stand up in, but there were little shelves on each side of it where somebody could sit. Just enough for four workies to be crammed inside. But today only one workie was out for delivery — me. I had the whole cage to myself.
This new video — “Information Please: Part 2 – Suspended” is added today (October 2) at Men in Chains
