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By hard slave
How did it all start? I never considered myself submissive. If anything, I always took the lead, picking the restaurants, paying the tab, ending the night on top. And the whole leather-s/m scene struck me as a bit of silly play acting. I never thought I’d end up in some guy’s basement, trussed up like a turkey.
Today’s images are from Serious Male Bondage
By Strappeddown
When the sun rose bright through the glass block windows, I knew it was time to rest. Long ago I stopped fighting the men who would come to secure me. It was futile to resist them. There were always too many of them, and they were strong and knew all the ways to force me. It was easier after that, they didn’t ratchet the straps so tightly, and often I found myself secured on a mattress in warmth and comfort rather than spending the day shackled on the cold concrete.
Here are some more shots of Neill at Dream Boy Bondage:
And here’s another FREE video preview (this one looks GREAT in full-screen mode, too!):
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A while back, “slave” sent this picture of boots that are locked on with zip ties:

“slave” writes:
Dear Metal,
I really like your site, thanks for all your work on it.
30 hole boots, 60 zip ties pulled tight with pliers: If the chain locked to slave’s heavy metal collar is not long enough to allow slave to access any cutting tools, etc., then slave cannot remove his boots.
Nice idea, slave!
Speaking of lock-on clothes, a while back Mark sent this image of some cool leather gloves, which are apparently used at the rodeo:
However instead of leather laces to tie them up, perhaps they could be secured with padlocks to make for an un-removable leather gloved experience. It would be interesting to take a prisoner out to a leather bar with these locked on.
Does anyone else have any ideas for lock-on clothes?
By Marknorth
I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the heavy knock on my door. It was quickly followed by more rapid-fire pounding. My mind was racing as I quickly pulled on a pair of sport briefs and half-jogged to the front door. I had come home early and was hoping to have a nice. quiet Friday night and relaxing weekend.
The door almost flew off its hinges as it was slammed open the moment that I unlocked the deadbolt. I caught a quick flash of uniforms and barely heard the shout of “Police!” as I was thrown against the wall.
I can’t read the Chinese, but it looks like these images depict some sort of POW-style prison camp roleplay.
Check this out:
These pictures are from the TightRopesandGagsEU and zhizuchangle tumblr feeds, and RH of Mencomix passed along the links to me.
Can anyone translate this stuff?