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Title of this update: Jake Edged by Scott
Three Slaves – Part 06
By Practicerestraint
Chris led 502 down the hall to another door. They entered and 502 found himself in a large gym.
“This facility is for the slaves and for the staff. Patrons visit here when they wish a gym scene with a slave. Sarge overseas the fitness of the slaves and the staff.”
Chris pulled on the leash and led 502 to the right side of the room. 502 heard something behind him, but he felt a tug on the leash when he started to turn his head.
“Look around on this side and get an idea of how your workouts will be designed.”
As he scanned the equipment, 502 found that there were standard pieces of workout gear, but there were duplicates. The duplicates had been modified in some fashion. It took him a moment to register the differences. His eyes settled on three stationary bikes.
Extreme bondage in a canvas sleepsack
Ready for this style of restraint? At Men In Chains, today’s video update is called “Blake Goes Into a Canvas Sleepsack Extreme Style”
Also new today at Men In Chains: “Bind in Lock Down Full Time – Day 105”
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Well-hung Parker gets tied up and edged
Chip from the Academy
Here are some vintage pictures of Chip (of blessed memory) from the infamous Academy:
Forlorn Hope – Part 06: It Can Always Get Worse
By DR754
Today is Monday, August 9, 1967.
Awakening a little past dawn, I stood up – and nearly tripped over my leg irons.
It took me a moment to process where I was and what was happening.
Oh, right. It wasn’t a bad dream. I’m in jail, in chains, and in a shitload of trouble.
Stumbling to the toilet to take a piss, I pieced together shattered memories. Somewhere through the fog of my mind, more details of my early-morning arrest came into focus above the porcelain bowl.
There I was, locked in the cell as Pitbull read me my rights, then grimly informed me I matched the description of a man who robbed the Casey’s gas station in Sheffield that night. Did I want to explain this? Did I want to tell him anything about it?
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Forlorn Hope – Part 05: Things Fall Apart
By DR754
Today is Monday, August 8, 1967.
I’m scribbling this entry on toilet paper in a cold, dark holding cell in the Franklin County Jail in Hampton, Iowa. You see, it turns out the “town museum with the bars on the windows” I was wondering about, was actually the county jail. Built in 1880, or so they told me.
And I, a fugitive from justice, was dumb enough to park in the jail driveway. Fucking brilliant.
You see, shortly after drifting off to sleep, I was rudely awakened by a burly man in a “Correctional Officer” ballcap, rapping his nightstick on my car window. I tried to shake him off, but the message was clear – open up or else.
Uh oh. This is a problem. And where the fuck did a correctional officer come from?
Suspended in a thick rubber straitjacket while locked in chastity
Check out these pictures, courtesy of Mark over at Serious Male Bondage. Mark writes, “This is a 4mm thick rubber straitjacket from BlackStore.com in Switzerland. There will be upcoming video on Serious Male Bondage.”
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Title of this video: Breathless In Chastity
