Before I launched THIS site, I had a different blog way back in 2003. No pictures, just text. I never took my old blog down, so if you are interested in reading it, click the big screen shot image below.
Tied to a metal table
Waiting for Ross – End Game – Part 2
Written by an anonymous friend of Metalbond
Part 2
Tim’s body jerked suddenly, overtaken by a sensation of falling. Sightless within a tight rubber hood, Tim strained to see through it. His efforts produced a weird, omniscient vision in his mind. Watching himself from above while embodying the experience below, he saw and felt the movement as he shifted uncomfortably off balance, forced to bend at the waist, trying not to tip further forward.
pictures of rts
Hello, perverts! Have you read the Leather Road Trip here story here on Metalbond? You can find it in the Prison Library, under the rts author sub-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.
Leather Road Trip
By rts
Part 1
I met this biker bud on line, he’s living about 700 miles from me but wanting to get together we agreed to meet halfway and go on a 1 week road trip on our Harleys. The basic rules were simple, in full leathers 24/7 and camping out every night and just get to know each other. We met up at a campground on the Columbia river, I was wearing my leather jeans, motorcycle jacket and 18″ linesmen boots, with just a T shirt and sox under my hides, the only thing I packed on the bike was my tent, bed roll and extra sox. It had been an almost 400 mile ride to the campsite and I had been feeling nice and horny the whole day.
The Pit: A Story by CREUSS
By CREUSS
Where am I?
What happened?
I have no idea…
I open my eyes, but it only comes to total darkness.
I try to remember what happened before…
I can’t…
Later, may be hours later, some tiny bits come back to my mind.
I am a soldier. I ‘ve been serving for 5 years now…
We were on a night leave, having some fun in a café, drinking much…
There was a battle in the café, and we fought against civilians.
Suddenly, I remember I fell on the table, probably hit and drunk.
Then, nothing…
I try to explore how I am, as I can’t see at all.
I am naked, totally naked…
My hands are shackled, I can feel heavy metal rings at my wrists. They are chained to the wall, but leave me some movement. My legs are bound too, with metal rings too, and chains. So is my neck…
I am bound to this wall, so I can’t move that much, just enough to be slightly more comfortable, if comfort is existing here…
Welcome to the Military Police
By CREUSS
I’ve been serving in the foreign legion for years now…
Good time, bad time… depends…
No regrets…
No pain, no gain, said the enlisted Englishmen… it was right here too…
I was to change of regiment. I was due to get to the new one, next week, on Tuesday… I did not have my “Feuille de Route”, but we always get it at the latest minute.
As we were Friday only, I was expecting having a 72 (a leave for 72 hours – 3 days). Sure it was not signed yet, but I was almost sure I would be free tonight….
In order to move quickly, all my belongings where ready by the middle of the day, and I was just waiting the documents to be signed to get dressed in “tenue de sortie”, and go…
I went to the “ordinaire” (the place where troopers eat) for lunch, and had a nice lunch.
Then I went for the regular haircut, in order to look perfect when I get to the new place.
I was not to be involved in the training this afternoon.
The Moat
By CREUSS
This time, after a few stories, I am back to a true story…
I was in the army, as I explained before… There is no reason to waste time to tell you about my army life…
Anyway, we were into a “commando course,” something quite hard, but rather interesting… Quite a challenge.
I won’t let you know why, but for any reason, I have done something wrong that awarded me to be punished.
As it was not really possible to be withdrawn from the course, the punishment had to be quick and efficient, to impress me and the rest of the squad.
Among the possibilities of the course, there was what we call “une Tyrolienne”. The English call that a toggle rope, I think (but I am not 100% sure of the translation).
From the top tower of the fort, it was possible to slide along the rope, down to the moat. We used to hold us with a special rope to grip both hands on each side of the rope. The bent of the rope could make the speed quite fast…