VIDEO available at Men In Chains
By Socalbd
Background: I recently spent four days as an inmate during a live action roleplay. The event took place at a closed but partially refurbished maximum-security prison. This was my first time doing something like this, and I knew I wanted to keep a journal about my experience. However, I wanted to stay in the headspace as much as I could. More about that below. To say it was the experience of a lifetime would be an understatement. But more than that, the community of men I spent four days with was incredible. I was honored to share this experience with them. My thanks to the organizers for their countless hours of preparation. Special thanks to those that had my back, physically and mentally, and allowed me to ride the range of emotions that challenged, scared and comforted me over the four days.
The letters: I arranged with the captain of the guard prior to the event to be able to “write” letters home to family. I would be provided with paper, pen and envelopes in my cell. When there was time, I would write my letters. Each evening, I would place the letter in an open envelope and have it delivered to the captain of the guard. He could read the letter, check it for any information not permitted to be revealed about the prison (he would line out any such writing), he could write comments in the margins if he wanted, and would then “mail” the letter for me. Mailing meant placing the letter in my duffel bag that was being stored during the event. At the end of the event the letters would be waiting for me inside the bag, and I would be able to go back and read them along with any edits the captain of the guard made.
By Hunter Perez
“Bingo, did you ever get the feeling that you were being watched?” said Jock while we were in the midst of a late-night meal at a roadside diner just outside of town. Jock was enjoying a Greek salad and a cup of green tea while I indulged in a pizza burger deluxe with French fries and a large Coke – yeah, I’m a slob.
“No, of course not,” I responded as I mopped up a drop of pizza sauce with one of my French fries. “What brings that up?”
Jock laughed and shook his head. “You eat like an eight-year-old. Seriously, there’s a guy at a table across from us who hasn’t stopped staring at you since we got here. Don’t tell me that you didn’t notice him.”
“Oh, please,” I responded between bites of my pizza burger. “No one is staring at me. If anything, the guy’s probably staring at you. And can you blame him? With that tight t-shirt showing off your muscles, you’re the life of the party. You don’t expect a runt like me to steal your spotlight”
Check out this one from the Titan Men vault. It’s called Bound Flogged Fisted, and it features Tibor Wolfe, Spencer Reed, Cullen Cable, Tony Buff, Adam Russo
This is part of Titan’s groundbreaking Rough series, from the demented minds of co-directors Tony Buff and Paul Wilde. Piss play, punch fisting, skin clamping and mind-altering flogging are just some of the dominating deeds on display.
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Today’s picture of the day is from Brutal Tops
If you like plot with your bondage porn this one from BoundMuscleJocks.com is for you!
When Sgt. Tyler Saint wakes up, he finds himself on the other side of the torturing — and far from being the pussy that he seemed, Officer Yeller knows what it takes to get information from people.
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Title of this shoot: “Protect and Serve, Part 6”
Featured: Drake Jayden, Tyler Saint, Nick Moretti
By Pickle
I don’t know how long I was hanging there before I heard the barn door creak open. I didn’t bother to lift my head. The sun streaming in behind them cast a bony, elongated shadow of each of the four men, as they each entered single file from the far side of the huge space. Their shadows were remarkably similar to the shape of the aliens on the ship. It freaked me out! Even though I didn’t want to let these guys know I even cared they were coming back to mess with me, my curiosity got the better of me. I had to sneak a peek. Just to make sure it actually was my buddies that had me in this splayed-out “fix” and not something much more sinister.
Hanging here, I began to wonder if I actually HAD been struck by lightening, however many nights ago it was. I was half-hoping I was in a coma, and that all of this shit that both Steve, and the aliens had put me through, was just some place, a slightly kinky guy’s brain, like mine, takes him when he’s in that weird medical state. Part of me wondered, “Am I dead, and this is what eternity will be like?”