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Chastity Suit – Part 03
By Rubbag
We followed him out into what seemed to be a small cloakroom, the walls being lined with pegs and coats other things.
“Welcome to The Dominus Club.”
I find my hand locked into his as he shakes it.
“I am Marcus. I am also the owner.”
I find myself having to look up at him, tall 6 2? Forty? Fifty? Silver black hair.
“And you must be Jed.”
Strong almost Roman features.
“We have heard a lot about you, Jed.”
Striking, even, and so hard to let go.
“I am so glad you have decided to play.”
Erector set bondage
Or perhaps this should be called “erection set” bondage:
It’s just another day at the office over at Serious Male Bondage
Trapper Smith trapped in Z-Cuffs
In these images, Trapper Smith is locked in the unique RigidCuff ‘Z-Cuffs’ available from www.cuff24.com.
You can see more of this over at Serious Male Bondage
Rank amuses himself at the expense of his rubber slave
In the secret chambers of the SeriousBondage Institute, Rank (Recon) amuses himself at the expense of his rubber slave, who is cocooned inside of an inflatable StudioGum bag.
These and other intense scenes can be found on SeriousMaleBondage.com.
Where the rubber guys hang out
One of my favorite sites of all time is Rubberzone. They have tons of original pictures, stories and videos, plus user profiles where you can meet like-minded guys. The gear is heavy-duty and intense, the excitement is real and genuine, and the site’s followers are loyal and enthusiastic. I am one of them!
Here is a screen shot of their current issue, which as you can see is jam-packed with awesome content:
Also at Rubberzone, you’ll want to check out their extensive library of back issues. You can spend days or weeks getting lost in there. It’s fucking hot if you ask me.
Lashed and Stowed
By Straitjacketed
Chain links clanked softly along the metal rail as Midshipman Tommy Bell tried to make himself comfortable – or, at least, less uncomfortable. He was used to bedding down in his oilskin anorak and bib & brace trousers – his “’skins” as they called them – from time to time, when all hands were needed on deck and the crew had to sleep in shifts; he wasn’t used to trying to sleep in oilskins with both wrists cuffed behind him and chained to the hull.
With hindsight, it made sense. The new crew members they’d picked up in Fishguard, to augment the vessel’s skeleton crew, had seemed a bit … off, somehow, not quite right. Rougher than the crews he was used to serving alongside, and they all seemed to know each other. Tommy had got the sense of something in the air, nods and winks exchanged behind his back. Nothing sufficiently tangible to justify involving the Captain but now, shackled below decks, he wished he had done.
Prisoner in the mud
Here are some pictures from a while back, from Zerotaf, of one of his prisoners:
This guy looks all messy, tied up like that in the mud!