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26 Hours Locked in a Below-Ground Cell

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Note: this is a re-post of a true bondage story by Bind of Men In Chains, which was previously shared in the Metalbond Prison Library back in 2012. There is video from the experience available at Serious Male Bondage.

By Bind

Mark, the owner of several websites including www.seriousmalebondage.com, has a very interesting thing on his back deck that he built.  They call it the “Deck Cell.”  The first time I saw it in person was February 2012.  I was invited to go up to San Francisco to experience some bondage at Mark’s place that we affectionately call the Serious Bondage Institute.  I was given a tour of the place, then we went outside to the back of his house and I saw it.  The moment that I saw the “deck cell” I knew that I needed to be locked in it.

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My Pal Jock and the Unexpected Door – Part 2

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By Hunter Perez

Making love through the iron bars of a cell door can be an intense experience, as I learned (pardon the expression) the hard way. From my position of being locked within the cell that was previously my bedroom closet, the bars that pressed against my face and body offered a constant reminder of my changed status into a prisoner. For his part, Simon also seemed changed by this set-up – there was no tenderness from him. He didn’t smile and his demands had a rough edge to them. His energy was much more raw and visceral, and he handled me more as a possession than as a lover. Whether he was role-playing in his mind with a jailer-prisoner scenario or whether he became absorbed by the new warped dynamics of our coupling, I can’t say. What I can say is that we were both exhausted when it was finally over.

We sat on the ground with our fingers intertwined and Simon finally gave me the goofy smile that he always offered when serenity followed our lovemaking.

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My Pal Jock and the Unexpected Door – Part 1

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By Hunter Perez

My brother was getting married in Calgary and he asked me to attend the ceremony. When I informed Simon that I would be traveling to Canada for the wedding, he volunteered to be my plus-one and added, “This way, we can have our honeymoon before we get married.”

Of course, marrying Simon was the last thing on my mind, so I diplomatically – or dishonestly, depending how you view it – informed him the ceremony would be a small affair for immediate family only. When he started to sulk, I offered him the consolation prize of house-sitting my apartment during my absence. This was a godsend to him, as he was having problems at home – his roommate was unhappy that Simon somehow set fire to their kitchen while making toast. Well, those things happen if you’re Simon.

My week in Calgary was a lot of fun, but the journey home was torture – I had to get up at 3:00 a.m. to be at the airport for a 5:00 a.m. flight to Toronto, where I would change planes to fly home. Unfortunately, the Toronto flight was delayed for several hours, and the ride from the airport during the afternoon rush hour traffic was an assault on the senses. And all through this horrific journey, I imagined that I would find my residence reduced to Simon-fueled wreckage.

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Grain Bin

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By Bound2plzu

Although I live in a rural part of the south, I am not a farmer and not a fan of most of what it entails. However I have a good friend who is. Blond hair, blue eyes and muscles from now til next week. I often go by his home after getting off work and visit, help out with chores and grab dinner prior to heading home.

Most of our conversations end with him shaking his head in disbelief at something I have said. I am much more liberal than he is, enjoy staying in and having great conversations and debates. Him, not so much. After a long day of farming, he prefers to head to bed shortly after dinner. I’m not sure where in this scenario things shifted, but I let him know that I had some kinks I enjoyed, and let him know that bondage was one of them. I was especially interested in his empty grain bin in the farm yard. Built entirely of steel, it had an inner door that latched on the outside, as well as an exterior door that included a place for a padlock.

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Discipline Technologies Florida Jail

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By Scribe

I read all of the Discipline Technologies brochures. I love bondage, but my play was always short-term and less frequent than I wanted. The thought of long-term confinement really turned me on. My better judgment hesitated, but finally my dick convinced me to contact DT about joining their prison population.

I am single, retired, and well off enough that I could disappear for a while and pay for my incarceration. I emailed DT informing them of my interest. They wrote back saying all their cells were full. Both their main prison and slave factory and their satellite Prison by the Sea were filled to capacity and had long waiting lists. I couldn’t believe how many guys want to be confined and tormented and are willing to pay for the privilege.

The DT representative, however, wrote that they were ready to open a new, third prison. While the main facility was located in the Midwest and the Prison by the Sea was located on the West Coast, the new prison was built at an isolated location in Florida. The DT salesperson assured me that the new facility offered the long-term solitary confinement I was seeking. The cost was not inexpensive but was within what I could afford.

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Strike 3! – Part 02

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By Chain slave

Strike 3, the beginning.

Message from Chainslave – It could so easily be, if only tops were man enough to carry through with their threats and promises.

My mind was racing. I was excited, apprehensive, (actually shitting myself) and trying to think how I was going to get through the weekend and then another whole week.

I needed to release my load as I desperately checked the solid locks denying me.

I collapsed onto my bed, head still spinning and as horny as hell. I kept checking the time as the hours moved on and sleep refusing to comfort me, I thought I may as well embrace my situation and accept my much begged for status as a slave. The last time I checked it was 02h23.

I woke up early in the morning with my cock straining in its tiny cage. I was trying desperately to think of anything other than my immediate dilemma, but the constant pain made it impossible. Thinking of the phrase I had heard so often “resistance if futile.” Reminding myself to relish it as I knew it’s what I truly wanted.

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Try Not to Laugh

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By TickleToy

This story was written for JamesBondageSx.

As the last leather cuff fastened shut around my wrist, I wondered again what I’ve gotten myself into. Held tight against a padded horizontal bench, I tried to readjust position but I was stretched out just enough to be immobile, but not uncomfortable. I sighed with a mix of anticipation and arousal, the cool air in the cellar sending a shiver up my naked body.

My captor moved from the head of the bench down to my feet, inspecting each restraint. Thick cuffs locked around my wrists and ankles, buckled tightly, with a length of rope pulled taut to each corner. Smaller straps looped around my elbows and thighs strip away the last pieces of potential freedom I might have. After a moment, he looked me in the eyes and smiled, obviously satisfied.

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Hide and Seek – Part 2

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By Cutieboy90

I took my time sneaking down the halls, up the stairs, and toward the kitchen, for I’d be damned if I got caught now. I wouldn’t normally take the risk, but after what just went down in basement, I needed some air to process what was going on.

Tyler was straight. Yet he let me, a gay guy who had a huge crush on him, show off for him, tie him up, and jerk him off. It was Tyler who sought me out in a confined space knowing we’d be there for a good amount of time. Tyler was gorgeous, of course, and didn’t seem to have much more than air between his ears. He couldn’t be toying with me. He wasn’t smart enough, and he wouldn’t be that cruel…

I tiptoed around the corner into the kitchen. I carefully took several pieces of fruit, berries, a few bagels, rolls, and some bottles of sparkling juice, and put them in my messenger bag. No, I thought as I looked around the kitchen, Tyler wasn’t playing me. He was just a horny young man. Unfortunately for him I wasn’t playing either, and he was completely at my mercy. So my record hiding time was seven hours and thirty-five minutes. But… I eyed the spray cans of whipped cream, and grinned to myself. I could easily smash that record playing with a hot, submissive straight guy like Tyler, and enjoy every second. Maybe even ten hours? I slipped two cans of whipped cream into my bag, and closed the door to the fridge. Time to go back and have some real fun!

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