This facility is now open and is hosting inmates for realistic incarceration role-play experiences. Click here.
The pictures above are courtesy of Serious Male Bondage, which features this jail in various updates.
Official Hampton Jail website is here.
Update: I received yet another letter from my acquaintance, this one apparently written when he was actually INSIDE his jail cell! See below.
Metal,
Well, here I am. I have decided that orange may actually be my color. I am out of the habit of wearing baggy clothes.
There is not much to say. What you notice is what you take for granted. There are no visible clocks, so the passing of time is a blur. There is a nearby clock tower for the county courthouse that chimes through the day, but the sounds are muffled. And while I can hear some of the time, you never know if your counting of the ‘bongs’ is right or not. I feel my senses are a bit dulled.
The starkest, boldest and most damning of going to the jail is the transformation. You lose your freedom of course, but what you wear, what you do and when you do it. The most striking though was the transformation of the world color. The courtroom is painted in warm hues of a mix of peach skin and gentle terra-cotta. It is well lit with thoughtful lighting and bright. The floor is carpeted and the furniture, while designed to be functional, is comfortable. I did talk back at the judge a bit, and that was not appreciated. I soon learned the message.
The coldness of it all occurs when you leave the courtroom. You leave the courtroom and enter the ‘public’ area of the Jail. The warm tones are left behind and you transition into a blend of law-enforcement shades of green and green-grey. The carpet becomes well-aged linoleum, being clean and well swept. The lighting moves to standard fluorescent lighting. Then finally you go through the heavy double steel door into the Jail itself, the floor is now bare concrete, the colors are all very dark, unyielding blue tinged custodial grey. What few lights bulbs that exist are hidden behind very hard plastic fixtures, and likely at most are 50-watt bulbs. The place is dim. The lighting is not strong enough to even see what you are reading.
There have been long periods of quiet tedium. And waiting. And waiting some more. Waiting for something, a something that seems never to come.
I will keep you posted.
Here’s more of Bind’s long-term bondage ordeal from last summer, as depicted at Men in Chains
See video of this and much more at Men In Chains
The author POW, who has shared a number of stories here on Metalbond (see VRansomware, VRealWorld and The Bare Minimum Cage) and who has a story site of his own called POW’s Fiction, has written a brand new one, Remote Controlled, which is inspired by The Edge Jail and Dungeon in California.
If you like incarceration, prolonged inescapable bondage, and edgy male BDSM fiction, you’re going to want to read this story. It’s very lengthy, so plan accordingly. It’s also very well written, and POW has given the reader the choice of THREE separate endings!
Please note that there are a number of elements of this story and others on this author’s site that are extreme, so read at your own risk!
Here’s a screen shot that links directly to the story:
Here’s more of Bind in full lockdown during a months-long imprisonment scenario that was controlled by site visitors last summer:
This new VIDEO depicting yet another day of Bind’s imprisonment is now up at Bind’s very own site, Men In Chains
By Rubrpig
The routine settled on to the three of us by the end of the first week in the jail. By then my brother and I had decided that no one had investigated my disappearance. Each day was spent in the cells and at night at the dungeon serving the troopers.
They continued to put a lot of effort into breaking our Sir but we were able to keep him from giving in by talking with him during the day and calming him down and keeping him focused on staying strong. We had met and formed a triad while we were under going specialized training in the Marines when we had been undergoing specialized training when we were assigned to recon unit.
One day about a week into our sentence, the three of us were dragged from the cells and taken to the shower area. The corporal ripped off our prison uniforms and boxer shorts and tossed them into a laundry bin. We were glad to be out of them as we had been wearing them for just over a week and they reeked of sweat, and cum. We were told to shuffle over to the shower area.
Check him out. Mark Bind put new meaning into the concept of “lockdown” with a marathon bondage session that went on all summer!
A new video at Men In Chains documents one day of Bind’s imprisonment.
