The Metalbond site turned 7 years old yesterday! Thanks to Atlanta Stud for reminding me.
Also thanks all my fellow bloggers who link back to me!
Handcuff questions
A couple of Metalbond readers are asking me about how to get some specific kinds of handcuffs. One reader asks,
Why are Clejuso handcuffs, specifically the model 13, as well as the heavy weight model, so difficult to order through web sites now? Handcuff Warehouse has had a note to call for information on their site for months for these two items.
Another wants to know,
I “lost” another pair, where would you recommend to buy hiatt darby handcuffs?
Does anyone have any information for these guys?
Head trips
I think I want to go back to school for diagnostic imaging now.
Kidnapped in the locker room
In order to sneak up on John, the guys from BreederFuckers costume up and accost him in the gym locker room to nab him. Once they have him, he knows what’s coming and he’s fucking terrified!
It’s amazing how a man’s nervous perspiration can make his ripe masculine scent fill a room in no time at all. They get close and intimate, stripping this hunk down to his jock strap. He’s given a severe lashing so he knows to follow our every command or else he’ll be severely punished.
To see more, go to BreederFuckers
Butt plug and throat training
Handsome hairy cricket star Guy has it too easy. As a rich, privileged and admired athlete, people normally fall over themselves to serve him. But in a filthy locker room at BreederFuckers, he’s taught to serve the demands of a sadistic pervert. In his tight white jockstrap, his legs are bound together and his hands are encased in thick cricket gear padding to restrict his ability to move. Ordered to plant his tight hairy butt on a series of butt plugs, he moves along inch by painful inch trying to comply with Adrian’s demands or else he feels the sharp sting of the lash on his body. He’s fucked in the mouth vigorously while the butt plug lodges further up his butt until every nerve in his body is stimulated making him painfully aware of what low cock-sucking scum he’s become.
To see more, go to BreederFuckers
Canine
By Rubrpig
Eric woke up and realized that he needed to make some changes in his life. Since the sudden death of his parents in a traffic accident, and final settlement of their estates, he had been feeling unsettled and lost. The only thing that seemed to give him an anchor to his life his long distance relationship with his Sir. Even though they had never met in person, they had built a strong relationship with the almost daily Skype calls.
As the day wore on he grew more and more undecided and troubled. So, the day finally ended and he left the office and headed home. He started to look forward to the Skype call that was scheduled for tonight.
After dinner, he settled into his desk chair and logged into Skype to wait for his Sir to log in. After 20 minutes, the familiar tones of the incoming call came through and he quickly accepted the call and opened the video call. Filling the screen was his Sir, which just made him feel better and more relaxed.
Street Cuff fail
Looks like this pair of Street Cuffs totally failed! The slave who was ankle chained here escaped!
I took this picture on Sunday afternoon on East 23rd Street. I hope the owner gets his slave back.
What’s Going On?
By Mister-X/Spartan
I woke up in a small cage. I started looking around, and found that there was nothing else in the room. There was just me locked into this small cage. It was a small room, but bigger than the cage. I had no idea how I came to be here. I was naked, but wasn’t cold.
I started thinking back to what my last memory was. I was riding my bicycle to the store. I was going to get some groceries for this evening’s dinner. I don’t remember reaching the store. There was something different along the way. What was it? I can’t remember.
I try to think back to each street on the way from my home to the store. My head hurts when I try to think, but I force myself. I remember passing the first block. Then the second. There was nothing unusual in the third block. Did I get to Standard Street? No. So there had to be something in that fourth block. What was it?