Today’s pictures are from the men of Serious Male Bondage
By slaveobjectx
The Lucky Day
When you’re a slave, you get to thinking. There’s a lot of time for thinking in a place like that penitentiary. I was no great shakes at learning — lazy and a bum rather than stupid, I’d say now. But in there you get to thinking all kinds of things. Oh, there are the normal things — like when am I gonna be fed and will it be, like, worth eating? Let me tell you that sure doesn’t go a long way in a place like that. You need more to fill your time than the thoughts of a dumb animal. That’s giving in to them. That’s playing their game. There’s no books and sure as hell no TV — nothing to educate you except what you make of your situation. I guess I’m apologising in advance for giving you some of the thinking I did and I’m not claiming it’s profound or anything.
Like this whole thing with the chains, welded on and all. They’re there, they’re like that, to fuck with your mind. If you were tied up, say, rather than in chains then I think you’d waste a lot of time thinking about escape — because you know ropes can be cut. All right, you may not have a knife but then you might be foolish enough to keep your hopes alive by thinking of a bit of broken glass, or a jagged beer can or a broken beer bottle. But what way is there out of chains and metal? They know that. It fucks your mind because you soon know there’s no way out, know it deep inside yourself. The reason chains have always been used to bind slaves and animals is to keep them in their place and that place is pretty damn low so that a slave begins to think he’s an animal and not a man. Then, they keep you in a place, a physical space and you soon know you’re not going far with the weight of them, and the restricted length of them.
By slaveobjectx
The Court
‘Ten years slavery with hard labour in a chain gang, no remission, take him down.’ At first I thought I’d misheard the guy. He was old and kinda mumbled through a dirty grey beard. And he looked so bored when he said it, like it was no big deal or nothing. Then I thought it was some kind of joke, like a local way of saying, ten years community work, part time, something like that. Because slavery was abolished long ago, and chain gangs were too. Apart from that, the duration of my imprisonment would be in no proportion to the crime I was thought to have committed. Therefore, at that moment I heard it, I was quite sure, it was either a mistake or just an old-fashioned way of speaking in this remote provincial town, (which was behind the times in juridical terms), and most likely both.
So I guess you can say that I was surprised when, as soon as I was off the stand and down into the lower regions of the courthouse, a burly guard snapped two handcuffs, connected by a short chain, onto my wrists and shoved me into a cell. ‘Your transport will be ready for you in about ten minutes, boy,’ he said breezily and stomped off, his boots echoing on the stone floor.
There is an extensive collection of male prison stories available on the Prison Fictions bdsmlr page — this is a page that was posted by Joshua Ryan (of blessed memory)
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Philip G. Zimbardo, the college professor who ran the infamous Stanford Prison Experiment back in 1971, passed away recently. Various news outlets ran obituaries:
For those who are not familiar, this was a study of prison life from a psychological perspective conducted at Stanford University. Young male college students agreed to take part, and they were randomly assigned roles as guards or prisoners. It was intended to go on for two weeks, but things got out of hand and the study was halted after just six days. It was all documented extensively in academic literature and in several films, including this one. Zimbardo’s official website is here.
As for me, I wish the Stanford Prison Experiment could be conducted again today, but I would suggest a number of modifications:
It is with a heavy heart that I share the news of Joshua Ryan’s passing. Known for his remarkable storytelling, Josh was the creative force behind numerous long-form, multi-part male bondage narratives that take place in prison. Many of his captivating stories can be found in the Metalbond Prison Library, where they continue to resonate with readers.
Josh’s tales are not just stories; they are intricate worlds filled with rich character development and interwoven plot lines, often told from multiple perspectives. His unique ability to draw readers into his narratives set him apart in the genre.
The titles he graciously shared with Metalbond readers are:
Note that these are lengthy, multi-chapter stories that invite you to dive deep into their narratives.
Beyond his work as Joshua Ryan, he also wrote under an alias, Prison Process. He shared his stories across platforms like Tumblr and Bdsmblr, and before that, he was on Flickr and was also active in several Yahoo groups. His dedication to storytelling and connection with his audience was truly inspiring.
Though I never had the pleasure of meeting Josh in person, our correspondence revealed a kind and thoughtful man. He built lasting relationships with fellow authors, offering support, edits, and encouragement that helped nurture the creative community. His impact was profound, touching the lives of many, including my own.
As we mourn the loss of this immensely talented writer, let us also celebrate the stories he shared and the connections he fostered. Joshua Ryan will be deeply missed, but his legacy will live on through his unforgettable narratives.
By Hot Boy
Australia
Perth Old Jail Museum
After a fairly boring day looking round Perth, Ross stumbled upon the Old Jail. He quite fancied a look around — it would allow him to indulge in some nice fantasies. However, it looked like it was closed tomorrow — the sign saying, “Closed Wednesday” was a clue — and the security guard seemed to be locking up.
“We’re just closing, mate,” he said.
“No chance of a quick look around?” asked Ross.
“No, mate.” The guard looked Ross up and down, he was a handsome lad in his early twenties, “…although…” he seemed to think for a while, “…we do have a special interactive tour. Although, since it’s quite a bit longer, it is a bit more expensive. I think you’ll really get a lot out of it though.” He grinned, “It sure will be memorable.”
“Eh, yeah, okay, that sounds pretty cool.”
“Come on in then.”
Ross stepped into the foyer, and the guard picked a key from his large bunch and locked the door.
“The idea of the interactive tour,” explained the guard, “is that you get to really experience what it’s like to be a prisoner.”