Today’s chastity pictures are from Brutal Tops, Bound Gods, LockedMEN, Steelwerx, the internet, and several Metalbond readers.
Pictures: A second chastity striptease with BoundOne4U
Check out these pictures of BoundOne4U — taken recently at bondage camp:
I really like seeing the way this guy has his dick locked up. Fucking hot if you ask me. This is the second chastity striptease featuring BoundOne4U. For the earlier one, click here. Look him up on Recon.
Shane is tied up and dominated
Beefy handsome rugger Shane has fast fallen from admired athletic star to a cock hungry slag in a piss-stinking bog. His arms are tied behind his back and he’s on his knees in nothing but a filthy jock strap. Adrian grabs Shane’s cock and jerks him till he can’t stop himself growing stiff. He’s on the brink of ejaculating, but this isn’t about his pleasure. He’s presented with two hard dicks in front of his face when he’s shouted at to service or there will be consequences.
He desperately turns from one erection to the other, sloppily sucking them till spit and cock juice is running down his strong hairy jaw. Shane is so overwhelmed with dick being rammed down his throat it feels like he’s permanently stationed here in the toilets.
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The Wall – Part 01
By slavebladeboi
He opened his eyes. The rough stone wall, about 4 inches from his nose, was blurred. Licking his dry lips, he moved away, but panic gripped his gut like a vice.
He couldn’t move.
The shock seemed to bring all his senses to life at once. And that’s when he felt what was holding him upright, rigid almost. He tried to move his head but could only do so a fraction. Straining his eyes downwards, he saw the steel bracket that held the collar that he now realised was round his neck, keeping his head so close to the brickwork.
He pulled at his arms. They were locked in position, about 45 degrees below the horizontal and stretched out just enough for him to feel the manacles bite into the backs of his hands, again the same distance from the wall. His elbows too were encased in an unforgiving metal bond.
He was standing straight, his knees held locked, metal tubes about 6 inches long grasped them and forbade them from bending even slightly, his ankles the same distance from the wall locked in position, his feet turned outwards to accommodate that fact.
His fear overcame his senses. He cried out, he yelled. Nothing but a hollow echo returned.
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The Convict – Part 15
By Joshua Ryan
I unfolded the shorts. They were cheap and stiff and pasty white, with the same black brand on the leg and rump: CONVICT 353308. Even in your underwear, you had to be labeled. Your rump needed to be numbered so that nobody would mistake it for the rump of the inmate who was next in line. You could never forget that you were a convict, a package of meat with a barcode.
I pulled the right leg of the boxers over my iron and drew them up to my crotch. I’d never worn whites before. Even when I was a kid, my mother always bought me something “colorful,” something “artistic.” And I’d never worn anything next to my body that felt as coarse and rough as those things felt when I pulled them on for the first time, watching my balls and dick vanish beneath the harsh white cloth that covered them like some exotic disease. I shuddered and reached blindly for the t-shirt. The thing was as heavy and coarse as the boxers, and just as white, except for the familiar message stamped on the front and back — CONVICT 353308. I pulled it slowly over my chest. Now I was dressed in my prison underwear, with my prison name and my prison number glaring black from the naked white . . . and my dick was rising again. I never knew I could feel this way, sick and eager at the same time . . . Through the thick cloth of my t-shirt, I could see my nipples starting to tube . . .
“What’s the matter, convict?” College Boy asked. “You one of these boxer queens? Can’t get enough of your undies, man? I want you dressed out, convict. Make it snappy.”
Pictures: The Sneaker Boy’s five-way irons
Check out these pictures of five-way irons sent in by Chris Mitchell – aka The Sneaker Boy
They are called five ways because they lock you at the neck, wrists and ankles. Fucking hot if you ask me!
See more from this The Sneaker Boy at his site, sneakerbitch.net
Viewers choice at Bound Jocks: Bob Hager and Dolan Wolf
Bound Jock Dolan Wolf is tied on his stomach with his hairy ass in the air. Bob Hager comes into the room and takes advantage of the helpless jock by drilling both of his holes. First, he starts with Dolan’s open mouth until he is nice and hard and then Bob walks around the back of the tied up man to stick it in his rear end. Using the ankle ropes as handles, Bob power fucks Dolan until he cums.
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