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.
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.
NOTE: This week marks the 10th anniversary of the start of the “10 Days in Detention” series by socalbd. In honor of the occasion, the story is getting a “re-boot” here in the Metalbond Prison Library. Starting right now with the re-posting of Part 1, and then continuing over the coming days and weeks, an additional chapter will re-appear on this site every day or every other day!
Please note that at the end of each newly added part, until the new part appears, the “click for next part” at the bottom will bring up a “page not found” — so just be patient and check back often for the next part. A few spelling errors and typos from the original postings have been corrected, as well.
To date there have been 31 parts total, and the good news is that the author (whose real-life picture is shown above) has currently written TWO brand-new installments — parts 32 and 33, respectively — which will appear after the first 31 parts have run their course and re-appeared. If you are so inclined, you can continue to leave comments at the end of each chapter to help motivate the author to keep this series going!
When it comes to male BDSM erotic fiction, in my view, “10 Days in Detention” is among the very best in the genre. For those who might already be familiar with the series, this is a great opportunity to re-read the entire saga from the very beginning.
And for those who might be new to the story, buckle in for a wild ride!
— Metal, June 5, 2022
By socalbd
Introduction
The van started moving and it was hard to keep my balance. But that was the idea. I was secured in such a way that keeping my balance would be difficult. This was predicament bondage, after all. Wearing only blue jeans, shirtless and barefoot I had surrendered myself to these men within the last few minutes. They placed me in the van, on my knees, ankles locked in stocks behind me. I was gagged and hooded with a black sack of some kind that had been cinched around my neck. A steel collar was then locked on me.
Sadistic top-man Jared broke Michael Del Ray long ago. Now this handsome, All-American boy is his slave, a piece of meat who exists to serve his young mater’s perverse fantasies. Michael is bound to a narrow bench with twisted plastic wrap. He’s naked but for ass-less briefs. After caressing his slave’s smooth skin, Jared whips his shoulder blades with a favorite bullwhip then moves down his back, leaving a bright, red lash-mark every three inches. Michael screams and pivots off the bench, the elastic bonds digging into his flesh. Jared lashes the captive’s bulbous ass at least a dozen times before slapping and squeezing the fresh wounds, then whips him even more.
See the video at Dream Boy Bondage
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