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Rubber Meets the Road – Part 1

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By ty dehner

That FedEx guy was pretty damn cute. They always look good in their deep purple uniforms. If he knew what might be in the box that i just signed for, he might just be staying instead of driving off.

In my hands was the box the Tony said would arrive today. Actually it arrived at the time he said. i took it to the computer room and cut off the brown wrap. There, taped to the top of the box was a note:

Inside you will find directions as to what to do to prepare for our meeting in two hours. Also, the gear that i want you to be is enclosed. Follow the directions as written, do not screw up or be late, or we will not meet this time. Before you open this box, strip naked!

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My Rockview Mental Institution Stay – Part 4: Wet Sheet Therapy

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By Straitjacketkwf2

As I have previously noted, Rockview Mental Institution is modeled from the period of the late 1940s and 1950s, before Thorazine became the preferred method of controlling and calming the disturbed patient. In that era the straitjacket, the padded cell, four-point restraint, therapy baths and the cold wet pack treatment were in common use. The staff at Rockview concluded that I was still too agitated despite the treatments I had experienced during my first full day and second night. It was time to up the ante so to speak: I would be subjected to the wet sheet pack.

The treatment involves wrapping the patient from neck to below the feet in cold sheets and heavy blankets. The body heat from the patient warms the sheets to a very warm state; the transfer of heat requires tremendous work on the part of the body and the patient is left lethargic and exhausted from the experience.

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The West is the best

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I had the most amazing time on the West Coast the past couple of weeks. I was in Southern California for business, and after my work commitment ended I met up with my good friend socalbd for some play and socializing — and we both had the opportunity to meet the awesome Tiedfeetguy for dinner.

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Socalbd, as you guys know, is a longtime contributor to the Prison Library. He’s the author of the ongoing series ‘10 Days in Detention.’ It was great to hang out with him for a couple days. And as for Tiedfeetguy, I have been a longtime admirer of his two awesome websites, Baring My Sole and Captured Heroes, for ages and ages, and I am so glad to have finally had the opportunity to meet him in person. We talked shop about blogging, talked about our real lives, and we really hit it off well.

From Southern California I flew up to Seattle, for another work commitment, and when that ended I was able to have some kinky fun and do some sightseeing as well. I took in a Mariners game and saw a Seahawks uniform on display at the EMP museum. One night I went to The Cuff, where they were having a puppy night, and when I was there I ran into Sparky, Mikey, Damien, DrewLion and a bunch of other guys. The next day they invited me to attend a taping of the No Safe Word podcast, episode 137, featuring Mr. Rubber Ireland.

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I was the featured guest on a No Safe Word podcast a while back (episode No. 54), which we did via Skype, so it was really great for me to be there in person, and see firsthand how these guys make the magic happen. Here’s a shot of some of the No Safe Word guys — Sparky, Slyy and Mikey (from left) — that I took during the taping I attended:

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As you can see, it is a combination recording studio, and dungeon playroom. I had a really great time. Unfortunately Daddy Tony was under the weather that day and could not make it — I missed you, Daddy Tony!

Also on my West Coast trip, I had a couple of really awesome play dates. Without going into too many details, let’s just say that one experience was something that I had been planning for and looking forward to for a very long time, and it was absolutely fantastic. I also had a bit of an impromptu hookup in my hotel room in Seattle with a really decent, hot and kinky guy who expanded my horizons a bit, and got me to try something I had not done before. Or even thought of. It was great.

And now I am finally back in NYC — but just for a about a week before I go away again.

Meanwhile, a lot of you guys have sent me stories, pictures and links and I am a bit behind in email correspondence. But I promise to write back to all you guys just as soon as I can. And I will of course be updating Metalbond at least once a day, so keep checking back for more!

 

The Cuff photo used above is by JoeInSouthernCA.

 

 

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Underwear Thief Captured

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In another vintage shot from Bound In Public, an underwear thief gets captured and gang banged at a local laundry mat

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Mitch Vaughn is a perv lurking around the laundromat looking to snatch some of the studs’ underwear for his personal collection. He gets caught sniffing somebody’s drawers, so the guys make him pay. They tear his clothes off to reveal Mitch’s ripped body and beat on his huge chest. The big man can do nothing with all the guys on him making him suck cock and eat ass. They spread him out and flog his entire body before throwing him in a cart and ramming his ass into all of their hard dicks as he yells to the passersby for help. After Mitch receives a face full of cum, he gets his load milked out of him and licks it off the window in plain view of the street.

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Jail Story – Part 3

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By Bound2Plzu

After a winter that seemed to have no end, we seemed to skip spring and go right into 
summer. I was thrilled beyond belief when the phone rang on Friday afternoon and it was my policeman friend Troy. He asked if I was ready to spend some more jail time over the weekend. I said, “Of course I am!” He said he’d pick me up during his evening shift.

At 5, I hustled home, changed into jeans and a tee, threw some cuffs and leg irons into a small gym bag and was ready. After I grabbed a sandwich, Troy knocked on the door and we were off. The jail building was unchanged from the fall. Up on third floor the cells were just as they had been when we left them. The usual clicks and clank noises and my cell opened up. I entered with my bag, and Troy left the control leavers and followed me in.

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