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My Pal Jock and the Pillory

By Hunter Perez

I rode my bicycle up the driveway to my pal Jock’s home and found his garage was open. Parking the bicycle next to his Mercedes, I ventured into the garage and knocked on the door to the house.

“I’m downstairs, Bingo,” Jock yelled from the basement. “Come on down, I want to show you what I created.”

I came inside and found Jock at the bottom of the stairs to the basement. He was wearing a blue baseball cap that caused the ends of his reddish-blonde hair to curl in the most adorable manner, while his white t-shirt and black shorts hugged his tall muscular body.

“So, what do you want to show me?” I asked as I descended the stairs.

“You’re the first to see this,” he said in an excited voice. “It’s a prototype, but if it works I think I can make a fortune from it.”

I came into the basement and found a large wooden pillory at the center of the space. I pointed to the pillory and asked, “Are you building that for the Renaissance Fair?”

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My Pal Jock and the Chastity Belt

By Hunter Perez

My pal Jock is the most beautiful man in the world – or, at least I think so. He stands six-foot-five and has wavy reddish-blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin and the body of a muscle god. His voice is deep and soothing, and he’s been successful at everything he’s done.

I’m the exact opposite of Jock in terms of presentation and pursuits. We also have very little in common regarding life experiences or interests. Still, we’re the best of friends. I sometimes feel that his devotion to me is because of an uncharacteristic action on my part – I saved his life the first time I met him. (It’s a long story, which I’ll share with you another time.)

And while I cherish him as a friend, I freely admit that my bond with him has a foundation in unrequited lust. He doesn’t feel that way about me, but I’m fine with that.

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 04

By Hunter Perez

The morning sun illuminated the hotel suite, giving the space a bright golden hue. John looked at his wristwatch and saw it was a little before seven. He quietly crawled out of bed and quietly moved to the windows to draw the curtains and darken the room.

John left Lucas alone in the bed, but Lucas was unaware of this – he fell into a deep sleep a few hours earlier, with the slightest of smiles resting on his lips. John sat the edge of the bed and gazed at Lucas, his inner thoughts in combat between exhilaration and panic. The night with Lucas went far beyond the Mr. Right Now encounters he enjoyed in his weekend sojourns, and the last thing that he wanted was to lose the sensation he experienced. But his repeated thoughts of having Lucas as his personal prisoner continued to resonate. He feared being rejected if he broached the subject to Lucas, but he also reminded himself the subject was planted and cultivated in the letters addressed to “Mr. Cop” – the scenario was not of his creation, even though he wanted to see it through.

“I’ll lock you up and throw away the key,” John thought as he studied Lucas.

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 03

By Hunter Perez

John needed a plan where he could introduce himself to his neighbor without overtly addressing the pleas in the letters he received. He decided to fall back on a routine that he carried out for years – each summer, he would share the heirloom tomatoes that he grew in his backyard with his immediate neighbors. He figured this would not attract any unusual attention from the elderly folks who lived around him, as they became used to that annual routine and, thus, would not think it odd that he would suddenly choose to visit with the object with attention.

However, time and weather were not his allies. It rained heavily during the days he was off from work, which kept his blond neighbor inside and out of sight – but when the weather was bright and sunny, John was stuck doing double shifts that brought him home exhausted in the early hours of the day.

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 02

By Hunter Perez

The following day, John was asked to work a double shift because one of his fellow officers became ill. He didn’t get home until after midnight, but by then the lights were out at the home of his mysterious blond neighbor. The day after that, another officer became ill and John was pressed into another double shift. Again, he came home too late to catch a glimpse of the neighbor.

On that second night, another lemon yellow envelope addressed to “Mr. Cop” was among John’s mail. He tossed aside the magazines, catalogs and bills that accompanied the letter and tore open its envelope.

“Dear Mr. Cop,” the letter began. “Since I found the courage to contact you, I wanted to share my dreams about how our life together could unfold in a captor and captive relationship.”

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 01

By Hunter Perez

John was a handsome 30-year-old who lived in a small Connecticut town near the Massachusetts border. He resided in a large Victorian home where he was raised. His parents passed away a few years earlier, and he had no immediate family.

John worked as a police officer in another small town several miles from where he lived. He enjoyed his work and had no problems dealing with public – in fact, he was uncommonly kind and holistic when helping people facing all sorts of tumult. But he took no aspect of the job home with him – not the stress of a police officer’s daily routine, nor the camaraderie of being part of a police force. He was cordial with his co-workers but not familiar – he politely declined their invitations to socialize once he was off duty.

John preferred to live alone and keep to himself in his private time. By choice, he had no close friends, nor did he rue his solitude. He savored his time away from others, to the point that he created his own home gym so he wouldn’t have to be bothered with people while he sought to keep himself in shape.

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How to Build Your Own Pillory – by POW

POW of POW’s Fiction – Gay S&M Stories sent the information and pictures below, about how he was inspired to build his very own pillory, and how he pulled it off! See below:

Pillory Construction



I never paid much attention to pillories. But then one made an appearance in A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 07, and it caught my eye. Trying to avoid giving away any spoilers, this (heavily edited) exchange takes place:

Jailer: “How are you holding up in that thing?”

Prisoner: “It’s not comfortable.”

Jailer: “It’s not supposed to be.”

Followed by:

Prisoner: “Can you let me out of this thing?”

Jailer: “Of course I can. But I’m not going to. Under our rules, badly behaved convicts have to be in the pillory for at least five hours.”

That fed right into something that is one of my core interest areas: long-term bondage with some sort of discomfort. Since I don’t know anyone who has a pillory, I decided to build one. Here’s the result:

How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW

Tools And Parts Required

For the record, I am in no way a competent woodworker or craftsman, but nevertheless I’m pleased with how it turned out. If I could build this, I think almost anyone could. Very little skill required, just make sure you take adequate safety precautions.

A typical pillory rests on a supporting stand. That was more complicated than I cared to attempt, but I had a good alternative: hang it from the steel beam running across my basement ceiling, and attach the sides to the support pillars that hold the beam up. The point is: The essential part of a pillory is the two separable wooden bars with half-holes in each for neck and wrists. Everything else is variable and you can adapt to suit whatever circumstances you have.

Note that whatever support you use, remember to fix only the bottom part of the pillory in place so the top part is free to move.

Measurements are given in inches and feet because that’s what’s available in my local hardware store. Convert to centimeters as needed at 1 inch = 2.5 cm.

  • Drill with bits of varying sizes
  • Hole saws of appropriate sizes for neck and wrists. I used 5-inch and 2.5-inch diameter hole saws.
  • Vise
  • Sandpaper
  • Rasp or file
  • Wrench (either one adjustable or set of varying sizes)
  • Saw for cutting metal (possibly, see threaded rod under Parts)
  • 2×4-inch board, four feet long
  • 2×6-inch board, four feet long
  • Threaded rod, 5/16-inch diameter, 6 inches long (2 pieces) (or one longer rod to be cut into 6-inch lengths)
  • Eye bolts (4), 5/16-inch diameter, 2-inch length (with nuts)
  • Wing nuts (2) to fit the threaded rod
  • Washers (10) to fit 5/16-inch rods
  • Flat metal strip, perforated with holes, 1 3/8-inch width, 16 gauge (only needed for self-lock capability)

How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW


Mark all measurements before drilling anything.

  1. If necessary, cut two 6-inch-long pieces from the threaded rod. File the newly cut ends until they are smooth.
  2. On the lower board (the 2×6), mark the center points where you want the neck and wrist holes. I put mine slightly below the line where the two boards meet rather than right on the line.
  3. Mark points along the edge of the board where the threaded rods will go. I wanted those one inch inward from the inner rim of each wrist hole, so 2.25 inches from the hole’s center.
  4. Along the upper board (the 2×4), mark corresponding holes where the threaded rods will go through. Your boards may be slightly different lengths; it does not matter that each hole be the same distance from the end of the board. What matters is that they are the same distance apart as the corresponding points on the lower board. This will ensure that the upper board can slide neatly over the threaded rods even if the ends of your boards don’t line up exactly.

How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW


  1. When you’ve done your measuring, double-check, then it’s time to drill. Start with the holes for the threaded rods. Use a ¼-inch drill bit and make the holes as straight and perpendicular as you can. Drill each 1.5 inches deep. Knock any shavings out of the holes.
  2. Thread the rods into the holes. Use jam nuts to make temporary bolt ends for the wrench to take hold of: put two nuts on the end of the rod, then only apply torque to the one farthest from the board. This nut will push into the next one, which won’t spin, and that will let you twist the rod. Keep the rods as perpendicular as possible. Screw them into the lower board until they are seated firmly enough to stay put (see previous image), then remove the nuts one at a time. Tap the wrench if necessary to unjam the nuts.
  3. Drill larger holes all the way through the upper board. I used a ½-inch diameter drill bit for these. You should then be able to fit the two boards together. Add a washer and wing nut to each of the threaded rods and tighten them down snug.

long-term bondage with some sort of discomfort


  1. Drill the holes for neck and wrists. For extra stability, I used straps to supplement the threaded rods in holding the boards together while drilling. Ropes would work too if you get them tight, but be sure to keep the straps or ropes away from the hole saw. If you’ve never used a hole saw, watch any of the available YouTube videos on how to use them safely.Key points I learned:
  • Don’t rush; apply gentle pressure to the drill. Be patient and let the saw do the work.
  • When you’re almost done and the center bit of the hole saw has emerged from the bottom of the board, stop drilling, flip the board over, and finish from the other side. This will ensure that the board doesn’t shred and splinter when the saw emerges.
  • This was not in the video I watched, but I took a lot of breaks because it was slow going, particularly with the neck hole, and my arm got tired.
  1. Drill holes for whatever mounting hardware you plan to use, if any. I used four 5/16-inch holes located below and to the outside of the wrist holes. Precise location doesn’t matter as much with these, although you probably want the height to be consistent.

long-term bondage with some sort of discomfort


  1. Sand everything smooth. Splinters are not a fun addition to a bondage scene! Focus in particular on the edges of the neck and wrist holes and also their inner surfaces. This is where the prisoner’s skin will be in contact with the wood the most. Smooth the other surfaces of the boards as well because at some point, someone is going to touch that too.

I considered applying some sort of stain or sealant but decided I prefer the look and feel of raw wood. If you do want to apply something, this is the time to do it.

  1. Secure the mounting bolts in place with washers and nuts as in the previous image (bottom left and bottom right corners).


Locking Mechanism

If you plan to use this with a partner, you’re done. The wing nuts on the threaded rods will be enough to lock the upper board against the lower one. The prisoner won’t be able to untwist them and set himself free, although the rods are tantalizingly close to his fingers and he will be tempted to try to reach them. He won’t be able to, though it will be fun to watch until he gives up.

How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW


If you want to use this for solo play, you’ll need a different way to hold the boards together. Make metal brackets to do the job.

How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW


  1. Cut some of the metal strip to a 13-inch length. Clamp 2 inches from one end in a vise and bend it to a little bit more than a 90-degree angle. Repeat at the other end. You want the distance between the bends to be about 9 inches, the height of the two boards together. Repeat to make a second bracket. These strips will be the locks that hold the boards in place, safely reachable, lockable, and unlockable by your trapped hands.

My metal strip came with pre-punched holes all along the center. If yours didn’t, you’ll need to drill a half-inch-diameter hole to fit over the threaded rod.



How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW



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To use, put your neck into the neck hole but leave your wrists free. Fit each bracket over one of the threaded rods. Lift the top board slightly, just enough to get your wrists in place without dislodging the brackets, then lower the board back down. You should then be able to clamp the brackets into the locked position. Reason for this sequence: it’s difficult to fit the brackets onto the threaded rods with neck and wrists all placed in their holes; much easier to do it with free hands.

Making bends that are more than 90 degrees means that when they’re in place, the brackets apply up-and-down pressure to the two boards and hold them firmly together. That pressure also ensures that the brackets won’t slip loose until you deliberately remove them.



Your setup may vary, but mine works like this. I suspended chains from the overhead beam using S-hooks.

long-term bondage with some sort of discomfort


Those chains hold up the pillory using the mounting bolts. Then straps go through the wrist holes and down to the base of the posts that support the overhead beam.

How to Build Your Own Pillory by POW


I cranked those straps down tight, and the pillory was fixed in position in up/down and left/right directions. Not shown: I tied the front mounting bolts to the wall studs in front, and the back bolts to a heavy table behind. That fixed the thing in all three dimensions so it could not move or tilt more than half an inch in any direction.

Again, if you’re a more talented woodworker than I am, you can create a support post and feet for your pillory. This version worked well enough for me. The pillory was fixed firmly enough that during my testing I couldn’t budge it; it held me exactly in position no matter how I struggled.



Important safety note, applicable to any self-bondage situation: plan and test and have multiple escape routes. Some people like to use timers or ice locks; I prefer to have an instant out available in case of emergency. House fire, sudden medical issue, whatever the reason, I want to be able to get free quickly when necessary. But within that constraint, I like the bondage to be real and secure. Using the metal brackets as locks meets those criteria. The locks are flush against the wood and easily reachable when needed but otherwise out of the way. Also, releasing either one is enough to get completely free — if my right hand were to go numb for some reason, I could open the left lock, get the left hand out, then reach under and release the right lock.

I ran a bunch of short test scenarios until I was confident everything was working as designed. I even did an hour-long trial run without using the locks just to see how my body would react. It went well. After that I was feeling like I could go considerably longer so I planned a test for real.

I decided on a three-hour sentence. Well short of the five hours described in the Alburquerque story, but long enough. The verdict? Success!

Standing was boring and uncomfortable, but it did not feel dangerous at any time. Comfort-wise, it made for a good mid-range experience. A sleepsack provides very comfortable bondage. When wrapped up snug in one of those you can drift away into a happy sub mindspace and stop noticing the passage of time. A Roman-style cross, at the other extreme, is incredibly uncomfortable. There is no getting into a Zenlike “I’m not here” mental space when hanging on one of those. The pillory, I learned, is in between. I found it to be uncomfortable enough that I could never zone out. I was always keenly aware of the slow passage of time and of my body’s discomfort. But the discomfort was never bad enough that I felt the need to cut the scene short and stop. I never felt in danger of lasting harm. Physically, I think I could have stayed there much longer. Mentally, though, I hit my limit for solo play and would have needed an enforcer to keep me there any longer once the three-hour alarm sounded.

Afterward, my arms were sore for the next thirty-ish minutes, and at first I was unable to lift them very high behind me. Soon enough that passed, and they were back to normal. My neck remained a little bit stiff for several hours, but there were no lasting after-effects from the experience.



I found this to be a worthwhile project, fun to build and fun to experiment with. I learned that a pillory provides exactly the sort of experience that pushes my buttons: long-term uncomfortable bondage. I really did not know how effective the pillory was at delivering that and find myself much more a fan of the device having now given it a chance. A big “thank you” to author Hunter Perez for providing the inspiration!


Metal would like to thank POW for this information and for these pictures! See more from POW by clicking here.

A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 10

By Hunter Perez

After the back-to-back craziness of Nicky and his pals plus the O’Dwyer incident, the prison went into lockdown. We had no idea how long it would last – Patterson told me the warden returned from his trip and ordered an indefinite confinement period there was an investigation into how Nicky and his fellow intruders broke into the prison and took guards as hostages, as well as a probe of how O’Dwyer managed to get his hands on dynamite and a horse-drawn wagon that he packed with his fellow prisoners.

Patterson and Charleson spent a great deal of time during the lockdown outside of my cell, speaking with myself and Zeb through the iron bars. Both were deeply appreciative of how we subdued the intruders, and they brought us items to keep us distracted while we were confined – magazines, blank notebooks and pens, cookies, candies and thickly packed sandwiches. The Jones boys also came by the cell to express their thanks for rescuing them, and when we began to converse I realized that my opinion of them was completely wrong – they were not dull and indolent, but were charming and unexpectedly funny once you got to know them. They shared their dissatisfaction with their work and confided they were looking for opportunities elsewhere. They also asked if Zeb and I could give them boxing lessons once the lockdown was over.

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