I’m in Iowa this week, as the guest of Mark Bind of the Franklin County Historic Jail in Iowa and Men In Chains, and Mark of Serious Male Bondage. I have been locked up in a jail cell every night this week! Plus lots more adventures.
More information is coming. I will be posting many updates and pictures in the days and weeks to come. Meanwhile, I have already posted several teasers on my Twitter page.
This is a really old picture of me in a rope tie. You can tell by the antique phone on the dresser!
The Palm Springs Bondage Club meets on the last Friday of every month!
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By bndwolf80
“So Greg, I’ve checked for termites and the place is all clear,” the Pest Control dude said.
“That’s good news,” I replied
“But watch your seep holes as they–”
I wasn’t really listening. It was the 21st of October. Locktober as some call it. Which this year included me.
22 days my cock has been caged now. (I started a day early. Just had to be different.)
Self locked this time, having been single for a few months now. My Holy Trainer was becoming my new norm, but a minute didn’t go by yet when I wasn’t reminded of the firm, unyielding plastic encasing my cock.
My horniness level was sky high. To the point where I was craving something in my butt multiple times a day. Willing cocks aren’t plentiful where I live, although admittedly I hadn’t done a lot to seek them out, still being in the “recovery” phase after a long-term relationship. So my collection of butt toys stepped up to the plate and had been getting a lot of action.
At BreederFuckers, a captive off the street gets tied down on an exam chair. His dumb badboy dick is begging to be tamed.
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By ty dehner
The hotel room was dark, which didn’t mean much to me as I had been blindfolded and couldn’t see anything. The room was cooler so I could tell the sun had set. It must be very late, but I truly didn’t know what time it was. I would listen for some sort of sound but heard nothing. Just my breathing and the sound of the leather that encased me. I was slipping into a slumber as I was so relaxed and enjoying the smell of the leather. That is when reality came shocking back and my crotch was heavily shocked. I yelled into the gag and my body jumps in my confinement. It was then I realized that Jonas was in the room and I was safe.
“You’re still here fucker and you’re still trapped.”, it was Bart. Now I was confused.
“You’re mine now. Jonas has left.” There was a shock and I was getting worried. “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you in the coming days.”
