By slaveboi and MasterBooted Dom
I relaxed a bit. I couldn’t move apart from wriggling my fingers and blinking, but I managed to relax somehow. I was tied face down on the bench. Upper arms, wrists, thighs and ankles were strapped tightly to the four legs whilst my lower back and neck were strapped to either end of the flat surface.
Check out Michael Allen in “Bondage Weekend” at Shotgun Video:
Click for Shotgun Video … but only if you are a sick fuck who gets off on bound guys being subjected to the most severe testicle torture! You have been warned!
Today’s crucifixion pictures are from Bound Gods, Madeira Desouza and Dream Boy Bondage, among other sites. I do not know the provenance of the selfie by Jesus himself. You can find a banner ad linking directly to Dream Boy Bondage on the Metalbond Links tab. (Please do not send me any religious fundamentalist hate mail.) Or click here.
By Marknorth
I had been bothering my buddy to get together for some bondage fun for quite awhile – he was the one who locked me in bondage for 24 hours (see A Device for Self-Bondage) but our schedules just never meshed. He travels for work (he’s in sales) and he is on the road probably 3 weeks every month). I told him that the “Lost Identity” story that I wrote was going to be on the Metalbond blog and he should read it again (I had emailed it to him when I first wrote it).
Check out “Infirmary Isolation” by Ulf:
You can see more like this at Ulf’s blog, Ulfian. Ulf is not only a talented artist, but be also has a lot to say about politics and social consciousness. Ulf’s site is one of many that are listed in the “Metalbond’s Favorites” list of worthwhile sites, listed in the sidebar to the right — These are all sites that deserve checking out several times a week, if not daily.
By Mister-X / Spartan
When I woke up the next morning I had a severe pain in my butt. I realized it was from the butt plug hitting the areas that had been stretched by the big guy when he raped me. I’d forgotten where I was and what had happened, but the pain brought it all back to me. I also noticed that I still had the cuffs on wrists and ankles, plus the big plug gag.
I looked around for my cell mate, but he wasn’t there. Soon I heard the familiar sound of metal plates being sent into cells, and started getting ready for my daily morning feed and emptying. I figured my cell mate was still being tortured, and wondered what was in store for me today. I decided that whatever it was I had no choice but to quietly go along with it. I was becoming that acquiescent prisoner they were working toward.
Check out what happens to Celtic Stud over at Straight Men In Trouble
To see more, go to Straight Men In Trouble
OK Prisoners, Metalbond reader Rick wants to know where he can get his hands on these restraints. He is willing to pay and arm and a leg. Does anyone know?
