Bind is always up for a challenge. In this update posted earlier this year to Serious Male Bondage, Bind locks himself into a standing spread-eagle position with a metal helmet. (Please note that self-bondage and time-release bondage is risky! Do not attempt without leaving yourself an escape mechanism, or better yet tell a trusted to check on you later!)
Last summer, Mark Bind committed himself to be locked up for as long as visitors to his site voted to keep him that way! Some days were more challenging for him than others. And it is all documented on video.
Aiden has discovered the delights of being under the control of experienced captors and men who love nothing more than tormenting and using a bottom for their own pleasures. Watch some of his best moments, with lots of sucking, fucking, toy play, pissing and thoroughly kinky action!
In this vintage shoot from Bound Gods, leather dom Adam Herst walks into the bathroom to take a piss at the stall, when the dude next to him, Sam Truitt, notices his leather:
After examining Sam, the muscled dom decides to take him prisoner. With a chain around his neck, Sam awaits with his hands cuffed as Mr Herst comes in with the crop and orders him to get his cock hard. Adam gets a good taste of Sam’s huge cock before pulling him to his knees. The fag’s mouth is pried open as Adam shoves his hard, throbbing cock down Sam’s throat. Suspended in the air, the poor captive is mercilessly fucked by his captor before he’s brought to his feet for an intense flogging, his cock swinging in the air as his master beats him to a pulp. Mr Herst gives his leather prisoner one final fuck before giving him a face full of cum.
So I spent a lot of days sweeping the drive and swabbing the terrace and crawling around getting all the dirt out of the travertine in the foyer, and lots more days hefting 65-percent-polyester-35-percent-cotton workie uniforms out of the washing machines. Not much to say about that. But I do want to talk about a special feature of this phase of my career, which was getting to leave the estate from time to time.
It was sort of like when I was in the coffle—they’d take us out for road work, but afterwards they’d bring us right back to the fences and the razor wire. This time, I was the most expendable part of the crew, so I was the one that was “permitted to accompany” Mr. Meyers and Marky on their shopping trips to town. Marky drove the SUV, and Mr. Meyers rode shotgun, and I was the package-carrier that rode in the back. Marky was a hot young workie and Mr. Meyers — who the workies called Mr. Nance, or just Nance, or Nancy — was always making comments that Marky was careful not to pick up on.