Because I keep some old porn mags next to the cage and he found the stash.
Because I keep some old porn mags next to the cage and he found the stash.
I also got to put the famous Trikoot in my cage! And a leather straitjacket and hood. He was wearing these cool black track pants, and I really liked the way his bulge was enhanced between the leather straps of the SJ.
See Trikoot’s awesome website by clicking here.
Here’s a picture from Jacketed, of a big-ass motherfucking padlock he has on his cage:
Fucking hot if you ask me!
By Steellock
Here I am, sitting in a steel cage, a long penis gag in my mouth with my wrists and ankles locked into a rigid bondage bar. It’s been an hour and I’m starting to get very sore arms and my back is starting to spasm.
How the fuck do I get into these situations?
A few hours earlier I had been wandering though Soho at a loose end and looking for a bit of fun. As I passed one of the fetish shops I browsed the window and was handed a flier for a party in one of the clubs. They have a dungeon bar in their cellar and tonight it was open for fun. There was a strict entry dress requirement – leather only …
Well that was OK; I was in thick leather jeans and my boots with a black polo shirt. Should be fine.
The guy on the door was a tall, muscle-bound hunk in a tight black T shirt and jeans who gave me a look over and waved me on through, so I headed off down the stairs following the sound of the music and the babble of many guys chatting and having fun.
And, for even MORE about cage confinement, check out:
(a true story written by Master Ian’s salve, aka Quandt)
Check it out:
This heavy steel coffee table belongs to NoEsacpeSlave of Recon. Videos of this cage will be on SeriousMaleBondage site in the future, so stay tuned. This is the real deal!