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Title of this update: Closet Bondage
A prisoner with a large cock gets tied up at Bound Muscle Jocks
In this video from Bound Muscle Jocks, the Master continues to explore the prisoner’s body, and the captive is really starting to enjoy the ropes. Turning the bound jock and reattaching his arms and legs to the cross, the Master starts to whip his back, interspersing the whipping with tugging on the prisoner’s large cock.
See the video at BoundMuscleJocks.com
Title of this video: “Nothing to Say“
Colton Ford has passed away
The adult film performer Colton Ford died recently. Metalbond readers might recall Colton from various features at Titan Men, but he also had a career as an actor and singer.
The photos in this blog posting are taken from the Colton Ford Music page on Facebook.
A remembrance page to Colton Ford is available on the Advocate website by clicking here.
Queerty article here. TheFight mag article here.
A music video of Colton’s song STRONGER is available here
It started with Mitts –Part 13
By bondagegimp
Trauma therapy
Wall. In front of me, all I can see is the wall. I’m standing on my tiptoes. The muzzle I’m wearing has this ring right in front of my mouth, and Bob has attached it to a hook on the wall so high that I have to stand on tiptoes and look diagonally upwards. Bob has left me here while he prepares something. I can’t see what, I can’t see him. I only see the wall. My head is tied to the wall with a thick lock. But I can hear him working.
Steel bars are banging together, a screwdriver is screwing, things are being pushed back and forth on the floor. I have no idea what he’s up to. I’m nervous, sweating. The sweat is collecting in the booties of the rubber suit. It’s the same one as yesterday on our walk. The one with the rubber sheath over the hole. Bob fucked it into me again with great pleasure. I’m also wearing my sneakers again. And the gag from yesterday, the mouth over it is taped up again with the foil plaster, on top of which is the rubber mask from the suit.
Bob wants to re-create yesterday. We were just lying in the evening sun. My shoulders ached from the tight restraints, the collar cutting into my neck. But I enjoyed the moment with Bob, who, lost in thought, played with my nipples while I snuggled into his muscles.
Jokobe thinks he is going to be set free
At Bad Boy Bondage, Jokobe thinks he is going to be set free — or at least, get a chance to escape. Calvin seems to have a little something else in mind.
Video at Bad Boy Bondage.
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Dog training at Brutal Tops
Bound with coarse ropes, the pathetic sub completes his dog training with his sadistic naked master at BrutalTops clasping a bit gag into his mouth. Horny Bobby throws little magnets around the room and attaches clips to the sub’s nipples and to his banjo string. The clips have magnets attached, so the groaning sub has to crawl around collecting more and more magnets that attach to the clips.
As he makes his way around the room the sneering top threatens him with lashes of his belt. His slow performance enrages the Master who takes it out on the sub’s sore ass cheeks. Once all the magnets are attached, Bobby kicks the sub over and takes a vibrator, which he shoves up the sub’s ass. The sub complains quietly so the top holds it in place with his booted foot, all the while laughing with sadistic pleasure.
To see more, go to Brutal Tops
Cold Steel Revenge
The Shackles of Curiosity – Part 01
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Peter had always been a curious man. Not just about the world — though he devoured books on history, science, and myth — but about the more obscure corners of the human experience. Of all his peculiar interests, one obsession stood out above the rest: bondage. Specifically, the cold, metallic click of handcuffs locking into place. There was something elegant in the restraint, a mechanical intimacy he couldn’t quite explain.
When he heard that The Amazing Argento, a legendary escape artist rumored to have broken free from the most impossible traps, was performing in his city, Peter bought front-row seats without hesitation.
The show was mesmerizing. Argento, draped in sleek black, challenged padlocks, chains, straitjackets, and submerged cages — each escape more impossible than the last. But what held Peter’s gaze was not just the spectacle, but the tools. The gleam of cuffs, the clink of chain, the artistry in control.