And even more of Bind’s long-term bondage ordeal, as documented over at Men in Chains
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What the Fuck? – Part 1
By convict 975468
Eventually I woke up. I didn’t want to. Sleep was so nice and comfortable. I kept luxuriating in it, easing back into it. It was so nice. I did wake up, but slowly and reluctantly.
It was very dark, I couldn’t see. I lay there cozy, lazy. I was lying on my side. I slowly turned over. Far above me, I saw a skylight showing ambient light. That was nice.
I moved again. Something was dragging my right ankle. Something was wrapped around it. I was naked. That was nice. Everything was nice.
Slowly, slowly I began to think. There were no covers. I don’t have a skylight!
With a start, I sat up. “Where am I?”
I couldn’t see in the dark. I felt around, and realized that I was sitting on a mattress. I pulled my right foot toward me, and felt my ankle. There was a shackle attached to my ankle, and a chain!
What the fuck!
The Speed Trap – Part 03
By Rubrpig
My brother and I stood in our cells watching as the leather troopers dragged our Sir from his cell. He shuffled along at the end of the heavy leash they hooked to his collar. He was still locked in the steel bondage helmet so he had very little vision so shuffled slowly depending on the leash to guide him. They took him through the back door of the cells which appeared to be the one I saw them use that morning.
We shuffled over to the cots and sat down taking the pressure off of our necks and backs as the chains we wore forced us to stoop a little to take the pressure off of our bodies. We looked at each other and I asked him what should we do next. We really had no options available to us as we were both padlocked into heavy 5 point chains and locked in a jail cell.
Really no way to escape unless we could figure out a way to overpower the troopers and get the keys to our chains. We both looked at each other and discounted that option as the wrist shackles had short chains so we did not have much movement for our hands and arms so that seemed like a faint hope.
Video: How to take a shower in federal prison
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWSIMUV775g
So now you know. There are lots more videos available from this guy on his YouTube page, called Federal Prison Insider
Chained in his own jail cell
As documented at Men In Chains, Mark Bind volunteered to be locked up for as long as viewers clicked to keep him imprisoned! These videos, added weekly, depict his daily bondage and imprisonment from last summer:
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The Detention Center
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One Year – Part 15
By Taurus
Part 15 – “Treats”
Day 194. The day for James’ second pleasure session, and the last day of Riley’s stay.
James awoke to the all too familiar blaring alarm in eager anticipation.
In came through the cell door a slave and two handlers, no doubt Russell and Riley with his handler.
Riley was fully naked, and thrown onto James’ mattress as expected. The slaves were ordered to drink the protein shake breakfast together, and so they did, on all fours and side by side like pigs at a sty. Their teeth were brushed straight after.
What was not expected, however, was the proceedings of the pleasure session itself. Strangely, the slaves were left alone, both without restraints other than chastity, locked in the cell while their handlers left presumably for breakfast.
Regardless, they took the chance to play. They tousled with each other, with a hint of play-fighting – light slapping among a bit of wrestling.
One Year – Part 08
By Taurus
Part 8 – “Time and Sanity”
Like James, I too have a confession to make as this story’s messenger – not an author; I can neither confirm nor deny its fictitious nature.
I have no idea how to properly convey the passage of time in its whole – its significance, its poetry, its aesthetic. I struggle with passing a few hours, let alone the months I seek to skip over.
Forgive me for skipping so much time. I do not want a story that has more chapters than days in a year, that takes more time to read in its entirety than a dictionary, or an encyclopedia.
In any case, it simply is impossible to come up with so many original ideas to fill out each and every day of the year, which applies to James’ guards and handlers to arguably benefit, not detriment.
At times, the most profound epiphanies and most powerful destructions are achieved through repetition alone.
One could make use of silence and let it sit there, unchanging. Get that, and pile on ad nauseum.
Well then.