More pictures from the vault.
Hot picture but do NOT do this to anyone
It is NOT SAFE to tie someone up like this:
If he passes out or loses his balance, that metal around his neck is going to cause serious trouble. Never restrain someone by the neck to something overhead unless his body weight is supported in such a way that if he faints he absolutely won’t be strangled.
Boots and boot bondage
A ruber stud visits Serious Male Bondage and gets locked in vertical stocks
One of my favorite shoots from Serious Male Bondage, which I am re-posting. This rubber stud used to go by the screen name of CdnBond. He visited Serious Male Bondage and wanted to try vertical stocks, so they set them up and asked him to wear the new latex he got from Mr S in San Francisco. Man, he sure looks hot in his latex! He was locked into the stocks, and not long after he had a telltale bulge in his pants. There’s nothing better than to have an explosive orgasm while in heavy, unforgiving, restrictive bondage. Somehow the restriction seems to amplify your orgasm. And, if you add some tight-fitting latex and a gas mask to your experience, it can take you over the top!
To see more, visit Serious Male Bondage
Metalbond A to Z: Metalbond Q&A
At long last, the Metalbond A to Z postings continue with the letter Q. It took me a while to think of something for this letter, and then I realized the answer was staring me right in the face! The Metalbond Q&A section, of course. Every once in a while I get to interview a key gay bondage personality:
Pictured above, subjects have included Dirk Caber, Sebastian Keys, Kristofer Weston, Christopher Miers from Steelwerks Extreme — and Jared of Dream Boy Bondage.
Click their pictures above to go directly to their respective Q&As — or to read them all click here.
Meeting a Hot New Friend at the Eagle
By Norm
The last thing he remembered was being invited to dinner and drinking a cocktail.
Normally he wouldn’t consider going to an event hosted by a total stranger, but he accepted the invitation from a new hot friend he met at the bar.
It was a great night at the Eagle, geared up in his tight leather uniform, flirting with a hot leather Sir who seemed really interested. Truthfully he was thinking with his crotch not his head as he hopped on his bike and headed out to the secluded home deep in the woods. When the hot leather daddy answered the door, all reason left him.
Now he found himself totally confined. Arms behind his back in some sort of unforgiving shackles, head held in place kneeling with his legs attached to something on the floor. For some reason he assumed he was under a table, mostly because he had bumped his head on the top and he could hear what he thought was the sound of chairs sliding on the floor.
Chastity Reward at NYBC
By Radon Berg
It was shortly after New Year’s. Derrick and Ken were both still off work. As was typical, Derrick started thinking about that most common of New Year’s resolutions – getting in shape. His job had gotten stressful over the last several years, and his focus on diet and exercise had waned, with predictable outcomes. It wasn’t a problem for Ken, but Derrick didn’t like the “bear cub” look he was developing. Not that there’s anything wrong with bears or bear cubs, it just wasn’t the image Derrick had of himself. So, he re-committed to going to the gym and watching his diet. He figured, based on his research and previous experience in the gym, that it would take about a year to accomplish his goals.
A year seemed like a long time. A lot could happen in a year, so Derrick developed a plan for achieving his goals. The plan consisted of 13 four-week periods. By the end of the thirteenth period he would have achieved his goals. He would look better, feel better, and have more energy – all the positive things associated with getting fit. The plan relied on Derrick maintaining focus and making progress each period towards his goal, and he came up with a way to do that.
The Journey to Hull – Part 2
By Wakeysub
Marking
He walked round in front of me and for the first time I saw my abductor. The first thing that struck me was the fact that he was dressed from head to toe in a tailored leather outfit with a peaked cap on his head. I had seen photos of this on his Recon profile, but seeing it in reality was so much hotter. My already aching cock throbbed painfully in its small, tight, constrictive cage.
He smiled as he stood there looking me up and down. He reached and grabbed my nipples, kneading them between his fingers and squeezing them. He seemed to enjoy watching me try to squirm with the noose around my neck.
“For a fat bastard you look good – I’ve got some friends who would love to play with you long and hard. Maybe I should give them a shout and let them have some fun.”
He smacked me hard on the left pec.
“Before we go any further it’s time to mark you up so not even you can forget your new name.”