Every country has them, no one talks about them, they do their job, and do it well, they always get their information. This is one in a series of images starting with the letter “A” for Albania that takes a trip through the world’s interrogators country by country:
Today’s artwork is courtesy of the men of Chained Muscle. To read and see more from these guys, check out the Chained Muscle section of the Metalbond Prison Library, and also be sure to visit the official Chained Muscle site.
Today’s artwork is courtesy of the men of Chained Muscle. To read and see more from these guys, check out the Chained Muscle section of the Metalbond Prison Library, and also be sure to visit the official Chained Muscle site.
Today’s artwork and story teasers are courtesy of the men of Chained Muscle. To read and see more from these guys, check out the Chained Muscle section of the Metalbond Prison Library, and also be sure to visit the official Chained Muscle site.
By Chained Muscle
You’d made it in the force if you were invited to one of the police commissioner’s private gala evenings. Most younger invitees were a bit perplexed. Not allowed to bring a wife/partner? Yawn. But your boss made it clear that this was a full suit event, smarten up and look good son or you’re on the beat till you retire.
By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle
Greg was quite strong, and could most likely take whatever the Butus decided to dish out.
ARGH! The whip struck again on the adventurer’s broad back.
SWISHHHHHHHH…WRACKKK! The whip met Nick’s broad back yet again. Again he stumbled forward with a faint grunt. The millstone scratched forward with a lurch. Nick’s legs were magnificent in their increased exertion.
Here are some of the newest bondage stories added to Metalbond:
Tim the Bondage Slave by Mister X / Spartan (new chapters added)
Amazon Agony – Part 1 and Part 2
What Do You Do When You Know You’re Being Mind-Fucked?
More stories coming soon!
By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle
They were indeed worthy captives. But it was the SEAL who caught the head Butu’s eye. He slowly approached the suffering SEAL
As the chief approached the tribesmen fell silent and smiled with pride awaiting their leader’s approval. The only sound was the rasping breath from the throats of the captives and the sound of their boot soles scraping the ground as they struggled to maintain their positions and avoid self strangulation.
By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle
The barge lazily floating down the Amazon River could barely be seen through the thick haze. It was night. The journey had begun earlier that afternoon, but the humidity had increased to an almost unbearable degree. The barge was surrounded by murky water, which had become steamy as night descended on the jungle with its dense tropical growth. There was an eerie silence surrounding the barge as it continued down the river.
