Here are some of my favorite prisoners of the past. These are pictures from days long gone by, but I am still in touch with most of the captives shown below:
Dakota Human Resources – Chapter 01
By CFlex
Chapter 1 – ‘The Operation Gets Some Visitors’
Jason wasn’t supposed to see what he had seen.
He had gotten shit-faced because it was the weekend and he needed to unwind. Driving was a bad choice but he thought it wouldn’t matter in desolate western North Dakota. Who makes good choices when they’re toasted, anyway? Jason was having fun driving on unpaved back roads in his 2021 Bronco. The dirt and gravel were new to him and at first he had a death-grip on the wheel. Then the alcohol got the best of him. Jason got overconfident.
Jason couldn’t negotiate a well-marked, sharp, left turn and the Bronco’s stability control wasn’t going to save his ass. He went straight ahead and got some air. His pucker-factor was at a 10! He landed on all fours going down a tumbleweed infested slope. Jason was screaming “FUUUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK OF FUCKS!” as he careened down the hill.
The derby-worthy ride ended and the Bronco came to a stop on another road – upright! Jason looked up the path he had just made and was amazed he was alive – let alone conscious! There were blue and red flashing lights coming from just around a bend in the road. FUCK! COPS!
Bondage gear: Adjustable Steel Spreader Bar
Male BDSM: Jordan on the Spanking Bench
At Spanking Straight Boys, Tom starts Jordan off with some hard hand spanking to put him in the proper headspace. Jordan is clearly shocked by this hard start. Next, Tom uses a leather strap on Jordan’s firm ass. It’s another hard surprise for Jordan. Tom then brings out the yardstick. Jordan remembers it well. The look of dread on his face is undeniable. He is soon fighting back tears. It’s hard enough that he indicates he wants to call an end to the spanking. Tom tells him that he, not Jordan, decides when the spanking is over, and Jordan does as he’s told.
See the VIDEO at Spanking Straight Boys
Title of this episode: Jordan on the Spanking Bench
Wearing chastity shorts in downtown San Francisco
Here’s a photo flashback from 1997, when I visited San Francisco as a bondage slave! I was wearing a leather collar, a pair of locking leather chastity shorts, and sporting a fresh Mohawk! We thought it would be fun to take this daring picture in front of the SF headquarters of the company I worked for at the time. This was on a weekday during business hours.
pictures of rts
Hello, perverts! Have you read the Leather Road Trip story here on Metalbond? You can find it in the Prison Library, under the rts author tab. I shot multiple loads while preparing it for posting. Here are some pictures from rts, the actual author of this story. It’s based on true events, he tells me, although the true events have been slightly embellished.
The first shot is what rts tells me he was wearing for the road trip itself (except for the gas mask):
And these shots were taken when rts was actually sitting down to write about his experiences:
I always like to encourage rts to “gear up” when he sits down to write bondage stories.
Mounted Cops – Part 3
Three Mounted Police Stories
Stories Of Different Mounted Cops, Booted, In Bondage And Fucked
3 – Leather Mirror
By Alex Ironrod
Copyright 2021; All rights reserved
I groaned, my arms chained at full stretch to the walls of the stall, my uniform being cut off my struggling body. What the fuck had happened? I’d only been stationed here in the mounted detachment armory for just over a week and this was my first night duty. At six feet and 200 lbs, I can usually take care of myself. I’d been patrolling the barn, and stopped to admire myself in the full-length mirror by the door.
Yes, the dark blue uniform fitted me snugly in all the right places and the tall black leather boots hugged my thighs tightly. The spurs reflected the light as I bent down to tighten one of the straps, when he struck the first blow across my shoulders. I fell to the floor and a follow-up kick to my balls from his boot really had me writhing in agony. He had me up against the wall, and one thick cuff locked round my left wrist immediately. Then he jerked me upright and yanked on the other arm.
The cuff was waiting – solid, over an inch thick, unyielding, and I hung helpless, as he kicked my legs apart and chained each of them to metal supports in the floor. Two rapid-fire punches to my stomach and face immobilized me further, but my helmet protected my head itself.
Bind spends another day chained in his cell
Here’s more of Bind in full lockdown during a months-long imprisonment scenario that was controlled by site visitors last summer:
This new VIDEO depicting yet another day of Bind’s imprisonment is now up at Bind’s very own site, Men In Chains
