Today is Good Friday and you guys know what that means — the annual Metalbond tribute to crucifixion! Behold, these pictures of hot men suffering in pain on the cross:
Most of the pictures above are from Dream Boy Bondage — which does the best crucifixion if you ask me!
Also Bound Gods are represented
Ice Locks from Mr S were featured in this vintage update from Bound Gods, a while back, featuring Derek Pain:
The pictures are from “Pain Limit – Live Shoot” featuring Derek Pain, Spencer Reed, Phillip Aubrey and Van Darkholme. Derek Pain was in the house for a live shoot. He got beat up a couple of days prior at Folsom Street Fair and he was already eager for more. The man is super-human. The week before, Richard from Mr. S showed Van the new Ice Locks, so Van tried them out on Derek. He put the ice locks on this balls and nipples, and the fun began. Spencer Reed and Phillip Aubrey were also in town for the fair, and they paid a visit to Bound Gods. Here are more pictures from “Pain Limit – Live Shoot” at Bound Gods:
Video from this shoot here
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And, to learn more about the Ice Locks, click here
In my view, there is something incredibly hot about a dude being FORCED to lick the feet of another man. Today’s Feet picture is from the Bound Gods vault. (If you want to look this one up, it’s called “The Cat Burglar and His Prey,” featuring Chad Rock and Luka.)
Video of the above shoot here
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Hot leather daddy Dakota Rivers torments Scott DeMarco with a fucksaw and hot dripping wax until his screams can be heard throughout the dungeon
Title of this shoot: Horny Sub is Tormented With the Fucksaw and Hot Wax Pendulums!
Free video preview of this shoot here
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By asiancuffs
15 Aug 2017
The sound of the wagon’s engine starting brought me back to real life from my imagined prison life. The vehicle started moving from a side street to the busy streets of G. The sitting benches in the prisoner compartment were set sideways as compared to the driver’s seat. When I looked up at the window on the opposite side, I saw a blured reflected image of me on the opposite glass window. I raised my hands a bit and felt the tension of the connecting chains through my handcuffs. I stretched my legs, and I felt them restricted by the shackles. Everything is real, so real. I looked to the front, the two cops focused on driving, and as agreed with my friends they will treat me like a prisoner for the whole trip, there will be no dialogue between us except the official instructions given by them.
The vehicle hit the main roads, and traffic was really slow moving. I started to look out of the window and saw other vehicles moving slowly alongside. It is very normal that when one sees a prison wagon on the road with one guy sitting in the prisoner compartment, one will always check that out for more details. I have eye contacts with a few people in the passing by vehicles. Then I decide to take one step further. I put my cuffed hands onto the rail bar protecting the window, and in this position people in other vehicles can see I am in handcuffs. After a few observations of my “Handcuff Show,” I noticed that most people are curious to know a person in custody. If the vehicle has only the driver, he will take a few looks and then focus back onto the road. If there are other passengers, they will tell the driver or any other passenger in the vehicle about a handcuffed convict sitting in the wagon beside their vehicle. A few even use their mobile phone to take pictures of this handcuffed man. (I really want those pictures if I can find the photographers!)
After about 20 minutes in the city traffic, we finally reached the highway entrance and are heading to city F. The journey on the highway will take slightly more than an hour. I sat calmly in the prisoner compartment looking at my reflected inmage on the window. The trip is supposed to be simple and straightforward, but we have arranged a stop at the “service station” which is similar to a “rest area” in the US Interstate except other than the washroom, the service area also has gas station, fast food shops and convenience store. There will be a washroom break (which I don’t really need). I will be marched through the service facilities in handcuffs and shackles escorted by two uniformed police officers, where I will be just a few feet away from other people in the service area.
To be continued …
Metal would like to thank the author, asiancuffs, for this true story!
By lthr_jock
Dejan led Davis through the inner door and into the main bar of the club. Davis looked around him at the bare brick walls decorated with pictures of men – men naked, men clothed in fetish wear, men having sex. The bar itself was a huge affair of chrome and glass, illuminated with blue lights. But the men already in the club were what caught his attention – and he caught theirs. The sight of such a man like Davis, a man who would normally be considered a Top, collared and on a leash, was an unusual one. As such, it evoked a lot of interest – and a deal of lust.
Davis paused inside the door to look around. He could see men wearing leather, rubber, skinhead gear, even police uniforms. Some were naked except for shorts, others fully covered – including hoods. The music in the club made it difficult to make anything out, but he could hear sounds from darkened archways, which he associated with sex. He shook his head – what was he doing here?
His train of thought was stopped as Dejan jerked on the leash and led him over to an empty section of bar. Dejan turned to face him.
“No need to be nervous, Sergeant. I realise it’s your first time, but you’re going to have fun. What’s your poison?”
