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Long Term Confinement – Part 01

By Scribe

Discipline Technologies is proud to announce a new service now available to interested clients. We can provide long term imprisonment at a very reasonable cost. Our products to date have concentrated on providing a short term, very intense experience necessitating costly equipment, software and supervision. These services, while delivering a unique experience, tend to be quite expensive and are inappropriate for long term confinement over months or years. Our new service, on the other hand, offers simple, effective incarceration for long periods at a price almost anyone can afford. Do you have a slave you no longer want? Do you need to get revenge? Do you want to experience truly long term, uninterrupted confinement yourself? We can assist.

The company recently acquired an old warehouse near an abandoned rail line. The location is rural but is a reasonable drive from a city with airport, rail and bus connections. We maintain an office on the first floor of the warehouse and store some containers to make it look like we operate a shipping service. We provide local pick up from the station to the prison in order to keep our location hidden. New inmates are locked in a blackout box in our van while being transported. The prisoner is kept hooded and handcuffed from pick up until placement in the cell. This helps preserve the anonymity of our staff. Confinement is secret, no visitors or outside communication is allowed.

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Rough prison sex

Check out these images from “Slammer.” The action takes place in a correctional facility where each day is a struggle for power between the savage inmates and corrupt officers as they use gritty man sex to battle for domination over each other. A sinister Warden (played by Dred Scott, in a role he was born to play) administers discipline and punishment over his minions in the Slammer with an iron fist and rock-hard dick — giving new meaning to the term “penal institution.”

Slammer is jammed with almost two-and-a-half hours of nonstop, sweaty, multiple-orgasmic fucking and sucking with each scene zigzagging from aggressive power plays between prisoners and their power-hungry guards to consensual fuck sessions desperately seized by longtime cellmates. These scenes bring us to a place dark and completely sex-charged, where domination is a way of life and a prisoner can sell his cellmate’s ass for a pack of smokes.

Slammer is jammed with almost two-and-a-half hours of nonstop, sweaty, multiple-orgasmic fucking and sucking with each scene zigzagging from aggressive power plays between prisoners and their power-hungry guards

Models in this feature: Dred Scott, Billy Wild, Papi Moreno, Raul Tasco, Jake Marshall, Billy Wild, Jon Galt, Riley Porter, Toby O’Conner, Chad Williams

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Dred Scott, Billy Wild, Papi Moreno, Raul Tasco, Jake Marshall, Billy Wild, Jon Galt, Riley Porter, Toby O’Conner, Chad Williams

Florida Trap – Part 08

By Johnny Utah

Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC

I got in my trailer. I dropped the boxes with the butt plugs and leg irons from Sgt. Stiles on the kitchen table. I got out of my boots, dropped my shorts, and yanked off my shirt. I picked up the leg irons. I could put them on, no problem. The butt plug was another thing. I decided to try, after all Sgt. Stiles had given it to me to try. I went into the bathroom. I had some KY gel. I got into my bedroom and hit the bed. All I had on was my socks and my collar. I locked the leg irons on. I admit they felt good. It brought back so many good memories. The restraint of the chain was reassuringly safe.

I had second thoughts about the butt plug but then decided to go ahead. I lubed up the plug. I used a finger to put some lube on the outside of my asshole. I laid back, tried to relax and slowly inserted the plug into my hole. It took a little pressure to get it in my hole, but it went in up to the base easily enough. I switched my concentration to the letter. I opened the letter carefully, so I didn’t rip the outside of the envelope with the address on it.

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Florida Trap – Part 05

By Johnny Utah

I shuffled into the Receiving Building.  I was the largest building I had been inside of in weeks, and it stank of industrial disinfectant. I thought I’d have to stop and do something like fingerprints and a mugshot, but then it hit me I already had a prison ID card. I had a record here. I had no idea why I was taken from the fields into prison. Everything was going OK since we got back to the work camp. Going to pick sweet potatoes wasn’t that bad, now I was facing something else. Something unknown.

In the processing area, Sergeant Stiles was waiting for me.

“Prisoner Utah, J. 35374, you are going to be processed for entry in the Special Housing Unit, disciplinary segregation section,” he announced.

I shuffled down a hallway and turned into a big white painted room with six tall cages, each one obviously meant to hold one man. I was put in a standing cage, painted white. It was about four by four feet. There was a kind of bench to sit on. The door clanged shut and was locked.

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Florida Trap – Part 03

By Johnny Utah

Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC

Sgt Stiles drove me off into the Florida Panhandle pine forests. I don’t know if we drove for five minutes or fifty. I must have nodded off a few times. Sgt Stiles didn’t say a word to me. I guess I was either too tired from working all day or I was unconsciously following his advice to keep my mouth shut. I was stuck, handcuffed in the back of the van. From time to time I’d get distracted by the back of Sgt. Stiles head. His high and tight haircut was so hot, so masculine.

We got to the camp as it was just starting to get dark. Not much to see. A clearing in the forest out in the middle of nowhere. The camp was eight canvas tents, and some plywood shacks surrounded by rows of barbed wire. The kind you see on the top of fences at prisons. There were a few poles with lights and one gate.

A guard opened the gate. We drove in and Sgt. Stiles pulled up to one of the plywood shacks. He shut off the engine, got out and came over and opened the side door. “Get out, prisoner,” he said. I got out and tried to stretch my arms. I was still handcuffed behind my back. “Go wait at the door for me, face the building, keep quiet,” Sgt Stiles said. I did what he said.

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Prison Library update about Johnny Utah

Johnny Utah — author of the popular “Florida Trap” story that was originally featured in the Metalbond Prison Library back in 2021 — has recently ADDED to this series! There will be at least one and probably TWO brand new parts to this male bondage fiction, and to get everyone ready for the conclusion to this saga I have decided to re-post all the earlier chapters, every day or every other day, starting later today.

male bondage stories by Johnny Utah


If you enjoyed this story when it originally appeared, this will give you a reason to refresh your memory. And if you are NEW to this story, I hope you will enjoy! As I mentioned to the author, in my view this is one of the best in the male bondage prison story genre.

I have corrected a few typos from the original and made a few other very minor edits. Please note that the “click for next part” link will not work for 1-2 days in each part until the next part re-appears.

—Metal (July 26, 2023)

Rubber Isolation Suit

By Scribe

My buddy Jim works for Discipline Technologies as a software developer. Discipline Technologies designs and builds prison cells and inmate controls. Jim told me his company is designing a rubber isolation suit that can be worn by a slave or prisoner in solitary confinement. The company had just completed a prototype and wanted someone to test it. Jim knew my enthusiasm for bondage and rubber, and he also knew I was taking a leave of absence from work after completing a large, lucrative project. He explained they just wanted a long weekend test. They could put me in the suit on Friday night and release me on Monday night.

Jim explained the suit combines a heavy rubber catsuit with computer controls, hardware and artificial intelligence offering unique features. He recommended that I abstain from sex until the long weekend, laughing that I would enjoy the suit even better while horny. He also suggested that I shave all the hair off my body the day of installation, saying the suit would fit me better over bare skin. I hesitated at that suggestion, but decided I’d do it since my facial hair was pretty short to begin with and I wasn’t going to return to work for several weeks.

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