Todays’ tortured prisoner artwork is from Chained Muscle.
Metalbond rants: The Rentboy.com bust is an outrage
I’m completely infuriated, appalled and disgusted about the Rentboy arrests and the site being shut down.
First of all, what the fuck is the Homeland Security Department doing, going after gay male escorts? Don’t they have more important things to do, like going after the fucking terrorists!!??
This bust had nothing to do with terrorism, money laundering, sex trafficking or illegal exploitation of minors — all of which should be stopped, unquestionably. Rentboy was as a safe, reliable way for CONSENTING ADULT MEN to connect with each other. They had been operating openly for almost two decades.
Personally, I am going to miss the site very much. From time to time, I have hired guys off Rentboy. Why? Because the escorts who advertised on Rentboy paid a subscription fee and were reviewed by their clients, I found it was a FAR SAFER way to find what I needed than relying on Craig’s List or a phone line or somebody off the street. (And, truth be told, sometimes I just enjoyed browsing the guys on Rentboy and fantasizing, beating off looking at their pictures and reading their profiles!)
A lot has been written already about this stupid, anti-gay attack. If you have not already done so, you might want to read various articles and blog postings and view videos posted by Matt Baume, Dirk Caber, JamesMichael Nichols and Matthew Ebert. There are many others. Even The New York Times has editorialized against the raid.
Perhaps the most compelling account yet is from our own Rob Yaeger. You might recognize him from some of his bondage-themed porn shoots that have been featured here on Metalbond. The video below featuring Mr. Yaeger is a must-see:
UPDATE: YouTube deleted the video, but you can watch it by clicking here.
Rob, thank you for telling your story!
Party
By JR
On the Sunday of our long weekend in New Orleans, our friend Alex held a barbecue for David and me, plus several other guys at his house. The house itself was in New Orleans’ Bywater neighborhood, a great old section of the city largely free from tourists. It is a gritty area, with some rough blocks of row homes and the occasional restored Greek Revival mansion. Alex’s house was somewhere in the middle, a once ornate home in need of work, but full of charm and mystery in its worn state. Perhaps he preferred it that way, as the faded paint and rusted ironwork gave the home something of an erotic charge.
The stockpile of bondage gear and bondage-related artwork completed the scene, making the whole place feel like a porn film set. In the living room a distressed leather sofa sat near a gleaming standing metal cage. In the dining room there was a pool table where one might find a dining table, and the only chair was a contraption in the corner with a dozen or more leather straps, which happened to be occupied at the moment by a hooded and gagged figure. The courtyard held a serious grill and a picnic table, and also a St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner and numerous heavy duty eye hooks set into the paving and garden wall. There was a brick-bordered pool, which looked perfect for the heat of this summer weekend.
The new issue of Rubbermen is out
Does anyone know where to get this item?
A Metalbond reader wants to know where he can get one of these for his balls. Does anyone know? We are not sure if this is a thing, or something from the hardware store? What’s it called?
Metalbond A to Z: Contraptions
For the “A to Z” series, today is the letter C, and again there are lots of obvious choices, including cuffs, cops, chair bondage, CHASTITY, the subject of “clips vs. locks” (which is one of my favorite topics, as you know) and of course you can’t forget collars.
But today, let’s go with contraptions — those mechanical, complicated and dangerous predicaments.
See below:
New Years Resolution – Part 04
By lthr_jock
Paul’s workout that morning went really well – at least he felt that it had once he was stood in the changing room after his shower. As usual, the time has passed really quickly and he could barely remember the exercises that he’d done. As he towelled down, he admired his physique in the mirror. Gone was his old belly, now replaced with a flat stomach that was just beginning to show signs of ridging. His pecs were now two solid slabs of muscle and his swollen biceps kept his arms hanging slightly away from his body. His calves and thighs were showing new definition and he reflected ruefully that he would have to invest in some new clothing soon.
As he stood there, lost in thought, Jay wandered into the changing room.
“Hey Paul – never thought you would be that fascinated at watching yourself.”
“Well, umm, yeah sorry … I … errr …”
“Just teasing, big guy. Hey you’re looking pretty good – the programme is really working for you. Mind if I take a few measurements?”
Video: It gets worse for Garrett, the kidnapped jogger
Here is another video clip of Garrett at Dream Boy Bondage:
See more of this guy’s torment at Dream Boy Bondage
