The Chained Muscle site features GaryRo’s illustrated bondage artwork and stories.
Boxing gloves as fist mitts and protective cup as chastity
My fantasy when I see boxing gloves is that they can be used like fist mitts. Once they are laced on, the wearer cannot get them off. Nor can he play with himself once that protective cup is worn.
Is it just me? Or is this hot as hell?
Your Choice
By BigMouthfla
It was a very tough decision to completely relinquish control and allow him to keep me chastised for as long as he desired. This is not an easy thing for a man to decide to do. Literally giving up full control and letting another man control your orgasms is a big step in a relationship. But, I did make that decision and chose this life.
It had been about a month since I decided to give in to him and give up full control. I’d been wearing a cb-2000, not the most secure device in the world and truth be told, I could orgasm through it if worked up enough. In this respect, life was not that bad – I get a thrill by not being able to unlock the device, but if things get too much, I can orgasm on my own when I choose to. Of course, I’d never let him know that.
On one Saturday morning, he said he wanted to tie me up so we could “play.” As he ties me up all the time, I didn’t think anything of it, so I gladly agreed. He tied me up in a standing position against the wall as he normally does. He started to rub my cock through the cage I was wearing. Of course it felt so good that I was moaning and didn’t want it to stop. I had to be careful as to not shoot off in front of him though.
He said, “I’m so glad that you’ve given me full control over your orgasms. I appreciate the trust you’ve placed with me. Now, I’m going to give you an option to have a little control yourself. I’ll give you three different options and you choose what works best for you. Your first option is to suck off 50 different cocks over a 10-week period – 5 per week. Your second option is to suck off 50 different cocks over a 25-week period – 2 per week. Your third option is to decline this offer and remain locked for an undetermined amount of time.”
Pictures: Folsom Street East 2016
It was great to see so many old friends and friendly new faces at this year’s Folsom Street East street fair! I was next to the New York Bondage Club. Here are a few shots of guys who stopped by to say hello:
Many more pictures on my Twitter feed.
The event’s official website is here.
Meet me at Folsom Street East
Who’s going to Folsom Street East?
This annual block party is being held Sunday, June 19, on West 27th Street between 10th and 11th avenues. Hours are 11 a.m. to 6 p.m.
I, ‘Metal,” will be there — and I will have some locking metal restraints with me. Come say hello in person.
The Metalbond booth is on the south side of the street (the shady side) right between the New York Bondage Club and the Empire City Motorcycle Club.
Stop by and say hello.
If you’re game, I might slap a pair of cuffs on you!
Details for this event are here.
After Folsom Street East
The New York Bondage Club is holding an
“AFTER Folsom Street East Play Party”
Sunday, June 19
6 p.m. until 1 a.m. or later
Join the New York Bondage Club this week after the Folsom Street East Street Fair. The club will have an extra room open with new tables, a puppy cage, a jail cell, a new spread chair, and lots of new guys as well as many regulars. The club will be full. Don’t miss a great play party.
More details here.
Psychotic Bondage
Here are two screen saves from a new video from Master Jack of Bondagezine:
Preview here
General BZ page here
Exact webpage here
The Convict – Part 01
By Joshua Ryan
THIS IS A STORY ABOUT ADULTS, FOR ADULTS ONLY
Part 1
“There ought to be a world like that.” That’s what went through my mind every morning that fall.
It will take me a while to explain what I mean. I’ve got the time. Do you?
I was working for Freer and Sons, in the new industrial park. They’d opened their building about three months before. They were one of the first firms out there. There wasn’t much of anything except new-laid blacktop, naked white sidewalks, half-empty offices, and a deli that felt free to overcharge. The Freer Building overlooked a park that the city had about half developed and, just down the hill from that, a long stretch of land that used to be somebody’s farm. That’s where the next set of streets would go. In the meantime it was nothing but weeds and rubbish, with some surveyor’s sticks planted here and there. And convicts. There were convicts working in that field.
I found out about the convicts when I was waiting for my bus. Every morning at 7:09, the commuter train left me at the new station on Executive Way, and I waited at the curb for my shuttle bus. And one morning in late September, the convicts went by. Like me, they were on their way to work.
Of course, they didn’t look like me. I was wearing the gray suit that had cost way too much for a guy just out of college, and I was holding the briefcase that I’d bought for $650 and had stamped with my initials, JSR, because I’d noticed that every guy at Freer had a briefcase like that with his own initials stamped on it. Every guy that was ambitious, anyway. Every guy that wanted to establish who he was. When you’re as junior as I was, you’ve got to spend enough to make them take you seriously. That was one reason why I didn’t drive my car. Besides having to pay for parking, I couldn’t afford to let anyone notice what a piece of junk I owned. I knew that they’d never mention it, but I also knew that they’d be talking behind my back about how I wasn’t “bringing much to the firm.”