This video is available today (October 9) at Men in Chains
Captured and jacked off
A masked man manipulates a sexy captive’s cock to erection before it was even exposed. Now he is determined to make him shoot a load. The young man turns his head, unable to look at his tormentor, whimpering pathetically, looking humiliated and defeated, but his big dick responds to the man’s touch in spite of his disgust. The man strokes until he gets what he wants when the hunk shoots a big load, with the cum dripping on his captor’s hand.
See the VIDEO at Straight Men In Trouble
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The WORC Program – Part 10
By Joshua Ryan
So that’s the way it was, as — what do they say? — the days stretched into weeks and the weeks stretched into months. If this was a movie, there would be a calendar with the pages flipping past. No reason to stop at any of them. Every day was the same, except for Sundays.
They don’t make you work on Sunday. Somebody said “it’s because Old Man Williams needs a day off,” which made everybody laugh because nobody could figure out what he did on the other days of the week. Him and the jeans dudes. Who turned out to have names. “Ethan is the one that locks us up at night,” I was told, “and Chad is the one that lets us out in the morning.” There were a lot of jokes about whether Chad and Ethan were always packing guns because they never had anything else to shoot with. But everybody knew that they wouldn’t think twice about shooting one of us.
That first Sunday I just laid on my bunk, listening to my body trying to recover from every kind of pain, in every member except one, which I hadn’t used in so long that I couldn’t remember it. But the overwhelming pain was knowing that I was a workie. On the other Sundays I was given more education about what that meant.
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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 03
By felon
It was a normal work week, work all day, hide at my apartment all night. I made sure I wrote my journal entries, posted my pics on a daily basis. However one busy day (Wednesday) I forgot and left the charger for the ankle device at home. I realized that by about 4 pm when I usually sat down at my desk and plugged the charger in for a fresh charge. It was a good spot to sit as no one would see where the charger cord led to.
When you fail to charge the device it sends a signal to the captor with a low battery alert. Then i get a message on my cell phone — WTF charge your battery!!!!!
I was plenty pissed and also terrified at the same time. I left work a few minutes early-jumped in the car and sped home-not paying any attention to speed limits. I get home, rush to my apartment and plug myself in, had to sit there for over 2 hours for a full charge. Late that night I go to bed around 1130 pm. I live in a large 100-year-old apartment building with big windows facing the street. I am on an upper floor (6) on what is a quiet city street at night. I am laying in bed, watching the ankle device blink (as I do every night).
Continue reading Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 03
Video: Seamus gets tickled to death
Former Army guy Seamus slips off his shirt, pants and underwear and lies face down on the tickling table in nothing but his boots. Franco tickles Seamus on his inner thighs while his cute, naked butt waggles back and forth. Gasping for breath between explosive, gravelly laughs, Seamus’ face turns bright red during his tickle punishment. Seamus’ reaction is so strong that Franco continues tickling him in the same area, wrecking his upper inner thighs and tickling his furry taint. When Franco moves up to Seamus’ armpits, he really loses it, laughing uncontrollably and unable to breathe. This is tickle torture at its best! Seamus even bites down on the table when the tickling becomes too intense. Halfway through, Franco takes Seamus’ boots off, flips him over and begins tickling his Size 9 feet through his black socks. Socked tickling is fun, but Franco turns up the intensity by cutting Seamus’ socks open and exposing his bare feet. He tickles Seamus along his toe mound and soles with his fingers and a bristly cleaning brush. And when Franco tickles Seamus’ abdomen, he nearly brings the straight guy to tears. Suddenly, Franco goes down on Seamus’ cock and balls, giving him a very different sensation. He jacks Seamus’ hard dick and fingers his hole until Seamus’ muscular legs tense and he shoots a huge load. A final torture of Seamus’ sensitive cock and tickle on the abdomen and exhausted, sweaty Seamus is done.
See the whole thing at Tickled Hard
Title of this shoot: Seamus’ Tickle Torture
Breaking News: Cellmate chastity device hack exposed
Happy LOCK-tober, everyone! A Metalbond reader has just shared this information, posted today at the BBC News website, about hackers locking ALL wearers of the Cellmate chastity device!
Read below, or click the screen shot below to be taken to the complete article:
Thanks to Metalbond reader Ted for sharing this!
The WORC Program – Part 09
By Joshua Ryan
The Haute Cuisine de Paris Select Tour … Mike had finally agreed to book it … I was lingering on a foggy street on the Ile Saint-Louis … Then from somewhere — some seventeenth century house? Some charming local church? — a bell was clanging. “Cmon,” Mack said. “Ain’t got all day.” He was already on his way to the shit holes, where a line had formed — a line of identical packages of rocklike muscles dressed in identical boxers and tees. A dream, and a nightmare.
I was one of the last to get to the holes, so I was glad I’d shat my guts out the night before, and all I needed to do was piss. I didn’t bother to line up for the sink. I went back to my bunk and started turning myself into the image of Mack, who had already dressed.
I can’t say they didn’t give us enough time. It was all hurry up and wait for our turn at the Chow Hall. While waiting, the workies shot the shit with each other, paying no attention to me. They weren’t interested anymore. I wasn’t new. I just stood by my bunk until Boss Web yelled, “Awright, make your line!” and we all marched off to the chow palace. Bill of fare: egg and cheese on bun, grits on the side. Hearty food! What you’d get in a fast food place, if the place was about to be closed by the health inspectors. Also a cup of coffee. No cream, no sugar, but the first coffee I’d had since I signed those papers. By the time I got through with it, I was so high that Ace came up beside me and said, “Coffee. It happened to me too. My first day. Watch your step. I don’t want you havin any accidents.”