By Erik of Roids N Rants
A few hours ago, this afternoon, I was standing in front of a tall 19th-century condominium in one of the most prestigious areas of the town and hesitating whether to enter or not. No one knew I was there, and I didn’t know the man who was going to take me to the deep underground cellar of the old building, tie me up and fuck me anonymously.
By MetalbondNYC
Part 1
“That’s it, keep sucking,” says Bryan, my personal trainer.
I’m on my knees in the trainers’ private locker room at the gym, servicing Bryan’s rock hard cock. As usual when I suck Bryan off, I am totally naked, and my hands are secured inescapably behind my back, locked at the wrists. My name is Rick, and my own cock, which I have not been able to stroke for six months now, is standing straight up at attention.
By boyinacage
Part 8 – Back at the Station
We all do it, don’t we? Edging ourselves in situations where we just aren’t able to cum. One of my favourites is when I go to the gym at lunch time. The first half hour I spend power walking on the tread mill. I wear an old t-shirt and a pair of lycra shorts without a jock. As I walk towards the machine looking at the bods I get that tremulous feeling in my cock – not enough to be noticeable, but enough to make sure I position my cock correctly in my shorts.
Blog reader Steve sent this … it’s an image by Kumar Singh of Harry Houdini on the cover of a book:
Of course, I prefer chains that are totally ESCAPE-PROOF … especially when they are restraining hot muscular escape artists. Yes I mean YOU David Blaine … send me an email sometime … because I KNOW you read Metalbond and I know you want to be locked in my cage!
Thanks Steve for sending the cover art of the book. He says “the artwork inside shows pretty mundane handcuffs, although lots of them.”
By boyinacage
Part 7 – The Hunt
Fuck it was hurting. I had one leg dangling on each side of a tree branch. My metal encased cock dangling through a hole in the branch whilst something was weighing down my balls. My hands were tapped into fists and my boots were weighted down with chains attached by an ice lock to a bolt at the base of the tree. I had to get down as soon as I could because the hunters would be out at dawn but the lock wasn’t budging.
Here are some “vintage” bondage pictures, taken by the late James Bond:
The last shot was taken at J’s Hangout, where the New York Bondage Club met for many years.
You can see much more of James Bond at Bob Wingate Blog and Rubberzone
By Aquala Guy
Part One
This work is entirely a piece of fiction, and written from the author’s fantasy. Names used are strictly an indication of the author’s fantasy men, and are not in any way a reflection or indication of the proclivities of any person besides the author. No inference should be made about anyone, except that the author is waiting for the day when he really does get a piss hood locked on his head.
Continue reading Conversion – a story about a locking piss hood
