By socalbd
I tried desperately to move various parts of my body, but it seemed limited to my head and wrists, though the wrists could only go up and down slightly since they were padlocked to the back of the cage.
I was getting more of what I wanted and craved. Here I was again left alone, secured in bondage, blindfolded and gagged without any human contact for a few hours of confinement. It was a long time I was being left in the standing cage.
Boots, Bondage and Beatings is a collection of erotic gay fiction by David Stein (of blessed memory):
You can read one of the stories from this collection right here on Metalbond. Just click here for “Becoming Real,” which is posted here with permission of the author. If you like it, you might want to purchase the entire book, which is available at Amazon.com:
Boots, Bondage, and Beatings
Check out this bondage fantasy from the creative mind of the artist Joe T.
This work is posted here with the permission of the artist, Joe T.
By Socalbd
It didn’t take long for the pain in my shoulders to get the better of me. The constant going back and forth, standing upright as I could then bending back over, was intense to say the least.
The static playing in my ears had the desired effect that John wanted. Since all I could hear was the droning of the hissing sound, it served to take my world and shrink it down to just me and my predicament. All my thoughts, all my energy was directed toward thinking about how to cope with this painful predicament position I was tolerating.
These pictures are from a video at Serious Male Bondage in which Bind locks himself into a predicament with chains and an electro-magnetic locking device:
See the VIDEO at Serious Male Bondage
Title of this video: SELF BONDAGE ELECTROMAGNETS – PART 8
NOTE: Never do self-bondage on your own without someone there to assist in case of emergency!
By socalbd
I woke up with a start. John was hitting the side of the cage with a metal rod. It brought me quickly out of my deep sleep. I have no idea how long I was out but it probably wasn’t that long.
Once John saw I was awake he unlocked the cage door and motioned for me to crawl out. A dog bowl of water had been placed near the cage and I crawled over to it and drank as best I could. When I was finished I propped myself up on my knees.
“Stand up,” John commanded. He was still in his BDU’s, barefoot and shirtless and looking hot.
I stood up and John began to remove the shackles. The last portion was the collar and once he had removed that from my neck he let the chains fall behind me with a loud clanking thud.
“Hands behind your head, fingers interlocked. Spread those ankles, boy,” John further commanded. He circled me while I stood there exposed. Nothing was said between us for a couple of minutes. He just continued to walk in a circle around me. My instincts said he was not pleased with me since he wasn’t showing any signs of warmth towards me as he did earlier. I couldn’t be sure. It might have been an act to keep me off balance. I told myself that whatever was next I had to do my best to get through it and make him proud of me again.
