Bind sent these pictures and a video clip from his adventures at this year’s Dore Alley. “I included some pictures of me and my Sir who led me around in chains all day,” Bind writes. “It was a fucking fun day. I thought you might like to see these.
You can see more at Bind’s website, MeninChains.com
For those who are attracted to prisons, jail cells, institutional incarceration and psychiatric hospital wards and gear, the Mens Central Prison is for you. Check out this video clip:
In addition to the “teaser” video above, you can see more of the Mens Central Prison over at Serious Male Bondage. They are offering a video tour, and they just added three more videos from this place!
Of course, if you are REALLY brave you can go there yourself for a one-of-a-kind prison roleplay experience, with a stay of one day to one week or more.
To see videos shot at this facility, click for Serious Male Bondage
Sadly, the Mens Central Prison is closed.
It’s the way it is every night for Bind:
You can read stories by Bind in his section of the Metalbond Prison Library.
Also be sure to visit Bind’s own site, Men In Chains
Are you a sinker or a watcher?
Do you want to get stuck in quicksand? Or watch someone get trapped?
Check out the helpful how-to article, “A Recipe for Quicksand,” by clicking HERE. And you can hear a podcast HERE.
Also click for quicksandfans.com.
(I bet our friend Bind would get a kick out of this!)
Here are some pictures from Bind:
Bind recently contributed a new story to the Metalbond Prison Library, “The Human Hamster” — to read it, click here.
Also be sure to visit Men In Chains
By Bind
I open my eyes but I cannot see anything. Am a blind? I am lying down and just awakened from sleep. I must have been drugged. I reach up with my hands and feel solid metal only a few inches above me. I move my legs and they cannot be moved apart more than about an inch before they hit the edge of the metal cage or box in which I must be in.
It narrows down to the feet like an old coffin. I am confined in a very tiny space! Fuck! I must be buried alive! I feel a terrible panic and start to struggle and bang on the walls of my enclosure. It is only eighteen inches high, six feet long and not more than two feet wide at the widest point. I have a pillow and am resting on a thin cushion. I am comfortable enough for a confining sleep, but know that if I am buried alive I will soon be suffocating. I can feel the sweat flow down my face. I am totally nude. Everything has been taken from me. I lay here alone and wonder how long it will take to die. I am still groggy and I drift back to sleep.
Continue reading The Human Hamster: A short Story of Bondage Fiction
