Speaking of anniversaries, NYC’s The Leather Man is celebrating 50 years in business!
If you are in New York City, visit the store on Christopher Street.
Also check out their online store by clicking here.
Speaking of anniversaries, NYC’s The Leather Man is celebrating 50 years in business!
If you are in New York City, visit the store on Christopher Street.
Also check out their online store by clicking here.
Speaking of jockstraps, Jockstrap Central is celebrating its 10 year anniversary! In honor of the occasion, here are some pictures:
Do you need a jock? Or a hard cup?
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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!
I’m quite surprised that none of you prisoners accepted my recent “escape artist challenge,” to name some of the top studs in the genre. If you missed that posting, click here.
They are, in order from the top:
Rob Roy Collins
Andrew Basso
Harry Houdini
Spencer Horsman
David Blaine
Jonathan Goodwin
Anthony Martin
When I asked gay erotic artist Herodotus to weigh in on this, he replied, “Screw ‘escape artisits’!!! Captives should stay captured!” and sent the artwork below.
So I guess the message is clear: From now on, no more escaping here at Metalbond!
At Dream Boy Bondage, Thomas is hauled up onto his feet, has electrodes attached to a steel ring around his cock and balls, and is shocked with electro:
See more at Dream Boy Bondage