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Three Days in Jail – Part 02
By Pisslurper
The rules of the jail were strict, but simple and expected. I was supposed to call the jailor “Officer” and “Sir.” I was to keep my blanket folded neatly whenever I wasn’t using it. I was supposed to back away from the cell door and go nose to the wall with my hands clasped behind my head whenever instructed to do so or whenever the jailor was about to come into my cell. I was supposed to be in uniform (top and bottoms) whenever I was out of my cell.
For some reason, calling the jailor “Sir” or “Officer” just rankled me, and I resisted doing so. I guess I also gave him some attitude, although I was nicer when he had something I wanted, like a meal.
Once or twice a day he would conduct a cell inspection, looking for contraband I guess. He went through the whole unlocking the cellblock and cell routine, had me nose to the wall, and he cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he turned me around and locked the handcuffs to the metal L bracket that was fastened to cell wall. So now I am shackled, chained to the wall with my feet, and my handcuffed wrists are slightly elevated behind my back and locked to the wall. I couldn’t move much at all. The jailor then inspected the cell, looking under and checking the seams of the mattress and pillow, unfolding the blanket, and examining the entire cell.
I gave him some attitude during the first inspection, and when he uncuffed me, he shortened the chain to my shackles so that I could only move a few feet. Then he repeated the lock down process, and after the series of banging and clanking, I was again left alone in the dim cell, only know a little more severely restricted. I could still move a bit, but no more pacing the length of the cell. I could lie down since the foot of the bed was close to the point where the chain was attached to the wall, and I could stand to piss in my bucket if I needed. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, because, like I said earlier, time seemed pass both slowly and quickly.
A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 1
By Mister-X/Spartan
Getting There.
Master Leach and I arrived at the last light before the road opened up. We were each on our motorcycles. We waited at the red. He gunned his engine, and I gunned mine. We were ready. When the light changed we both floored it.
I got out to a slight lead. As the miles went by I lengthened it. Finally I was clearly in front. That was when I slowed down enough for him to catch up. After all, he knew where we were going, and I didn’t.
I wondered whether I was doing the right thing. I’d seen Master Leach off and on at some of the get-togethers. He had a reputation for being extreme with his bondage. I liked that. I enjoy being physically challenged with bondage. He was a handsome enough guy and kept fit. But there was always this small indication in his eyes and mouth that he could be a hard man. I had a week off from work, and was heading for his cabin in the mountains to spend the week plus an extra weekend with him. I was looking forward to it, but also looked forward with some trepidation. After all, this was a risk I was taking. But I figured life was to be lived, and I’d take advantage of the opportunity to see if I liked being with him.
1st Person
By PFC Pfledge
We all remember when we first had an interest in bondage, and the first time we were tied up. You wouldn’t be reading this account if you aren’t interested in being tied up, or tying other guys up. I was first tied up when I was younger, then a number of times during high school, when I was a teenage wrestler. I loved wearing those skin-hugging tights, showing a huge bulge, as my buddies, Steve and Peter, would hogtie me.
In college, I had a lot of bondage at the hands of a local high school senior, ostensibly straight, but who enjoyed tying me up in skimpy Speedos, and being tied up himself, on his knees, to a post in my parents’ basement. When I was in the Marine Corps, and stationed in Hawaii, I was tied up in a tight spread eagle almost every night in the last three months of my enlistment. I also tied up my tormentor, David, many times, too. We wore the smallest possible Speedos in the hot Hawaii climate, and neither of us “noticed” the other guy’s straining bulge and packed, smooth curve of my or David’s crotch.
The Surprise …
By Steellock
Tony was too impulsive.
He tended to go onto the Fetters website when he was horny or after too much beer and buy too much. He ended up working a lot of overtime to pay for a sleepsack that he had forgotten was on its way until the UPS guy rang the doorbell, and there it was on his credit card bill.
On chat sites he would say too much when he was a little pissed.
In a bar he ended up in a fight after talking too loudly or passing judgment in earshot of the wrong person.
This time it was a Tumblr entry …
‘NO WAY OUT Bondage’ it said. ‘Reply with the time you want to be restrained, and how, and we do the rest.’ Nothing else, no name or anything.
Tony was trawling the sites in the early hours of Sunday morning after a great evening in that very sleepsack. The Top had been amazing …
Chained for charity
Meet Chainedphil — who is spending 500 hours in chains to raise money for the Terrence Higgins Trust. Fucking hot if you ask me!
Learn more about Chainedphil at his JustGiving page and his Facebook page.
The Metalbond site now has a new, official chastity slave!
And his name is Jockstrap!
You guys remember Jockstrap, the guy who is locked in heavy chains and belts by his personal trainer. Well now, in addition to all is usual locked-on restraint equipment, this captive is now also locked in chastity! A serious locking metal one! And better yet, his trainer says that it will be up to the Metalbond site when (or if) he ever gets released!
If you guys think Jockstrap should stay locked in chastity, please leave comments in the comments section on this post. Yeah, I know we tried this before with another guy — but this time it’s going to be different, and Jockstrap and his trainer, Chris, promise he won’t be getting out of the chastity without permission from Metalbond.
In his own words, Jockstrap writes,
Dear Metal,
Finally, the 24/7 lock up has started with yesterday’s session with my trainer in which I was locked in a custom made Walter Goethals heavy chastity belt. My usual rig was applied (the lower belts, one of which, the heavy tool belt, you provided, actually cover the waist band of the chastity belt, meaning it is even more secure.
Usual discipline followed; sets of cane and strap, a LOT of deep heat (or Ben Gay) both cream (what he calls ‘basting the balls’) and spray (to get at my dick thru the holes in the tube) and bollock smacks with various utensils. These hurt more now the balls are effectively locked in place.
We’ve been waiting a while for this to happen, so the first few hours were covered by the fulfillment of all that expectation. But now a day later the reality is starting to kick in. And it’s tough, much tougher than I’d imagined. Don’t get me wrong; the belt is a good fit, no chafing or discomfort, though it’s very tight. The mechanics of hygiene are practical, though it really takes a lot of time and I can see this aspect becoming a genuine chore. Currently, my trainer plans on unlocking me once a week (the same day I’m allowed a slightly less rigorous rig set up) for supervised deep cleaning only. What we agreed from the off is that there will be no touching or stimulating my dick whatsoever.
The tube is big enough for me to feel my dick moving around in there. But there is absolutely no stimulation possible, the metal is way too thick and sturdy.
So this is the beginning of a new and very demanding journey and that’s where you come in, as we’ve discussed. Chris wants you to be the one who – with the help of site visitors – acts as the jailor, rather than him so he can genuinely point to the site and remind me that it’s not him that’s doing this to me, he’s just carrying out a job which needs doing on other peoples behalf.
Hope this is all useful.
Long haul has begun!
—Jockstrap
Thanks, Jockstrap, for your letter and for your pictures! It will be fucking hot as hell to torment you in your new predicament!
