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24 hours in an underground cell

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24 hours in a cell

August 1, 2012, 3:38am – This is an infrared video image of our friend Bind (Recon) while spending time in our underground cement cell. He has been in the cell since 4pm yesterday (July 31). He will be there for a full 24 hours – per his request. The cell is approximately 34″ high 38″ wide and 60″ long and the access hatch is locked with four massive 1/2″ shank steel padlocks. He is chained to bolts which are anchored into the cement walls. He is wearing a steel collar and wrist and ankle shackles, all of which are connected by short chains to the anchoring points. He has enough slack in the chains to be able to sit up, drink water, and piss in a cup, however he is not able to fully stretch out for sleeping because the cell is only 5 feet in length. If he needs to take a dump he will have to do it on a paper towel and then dispose of it in a covered bucket he has with him. There is no light in the cell, so he is in total darkness regardless of the time of day. The walls of the cell are cold, but the air inside is humid and stuffy due to his breath, perspiration, and minimal air flow from outside. An infrared video camera and microphone allow us to monitor him from the comfort of our office. The cell is also rigged with a high-quality microphone which feeds a pair of desktop computer speakers so we can hear every nuance of Bind’s grunts and groans, urinating in a cup, rattling chains, swearing, guessing the time, incessant solo monolog, and mild snoring. The TV image you see in the photo shows Bind holding his water bottle. The quality of the image is not very sharp because the cell is being lit by infrared LED’s which are built into the camera. From Bind’s perspective he is in total darkness because his eyes are not capable of seeing with the infrared light source – so we can see him but he can’t see anything in the cell – he can’t even see his hand in front of his face. You can see some of the chains anchored to the wall in the background. We will release him from the cell around 4pm today (August 1). This is the real deal.

Videos of this entire scene will be available on SeriousMaleBondage.com in the future.

 

 

Padded cell inmate

You guys remember the Padded Cell Inmate? A blog reader recently got in touch about this very heavy scene from a while back:

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Dear Metal,

Do you still have the blog posting about the guy that went a couple weeks in a straitjacket and padded cell? John and I were wondering about it.

Thank you,

Mark

 

Hey Mark,

That was the infamous Padded Cell Inmate scene that was documented on the old Metalbond site back in March and April 2010. I have not migrated that series of postings to this new site yet, mostly because of the extensive amount of comments that were left. But you can still access that in the Metalbond Archives by clicking here, then scrolling to the bottom and working your way up.

—Metal

 

ShackleNYC spends a week in chains and lives to tell about it

My friend ShackleNYC spent a week in chains and he sent me some pictures and information to share here on Metalbond … Check it out:

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My Week in Chains

By Anonymous

 

Here’s a short recap of the events that transpire:

If you remember, I had agreed to spend a full week in heavy Irons. Originally, we had thought this would all transpire in the Jail Facility up at Dragon Ridge, but realities of Yossie’s work and other factors made this unrealistic for this week.

I was scheduled to be in CA for 11 days.

First two days were rather tame – some fun cuffs and shackle play here and there, but nothing heavy or full time.

I was even left totally uncuffed for the trip up North.

We had dinner up on the Ridge, and it wasn’t until Yossie said to grab anything I needed and ushered me into the truck that my heart began to race, as I knew we were going down to the Jail.

Upon arrival, he immediately led me to the Cell, (hear after “my” Cell) and locked the door.  I could hear him preparing the Irons in the large playspace in front, but of course could not see anything from my Cell.

After a while, he came to fetch me, and ordered me to put my hands behind my back and thru the slot in the Cell door they way it is done in Prison. Of course cuffs were slapped on me, and he opened the door and led me to the front room.

There, as I suspected, was a pile of Irons and the hammer and rivets and anvil.

“You know the deal – heavy Irons,” he reminded me. I knew only too well.

Heavy was a understatement, What he had devised for me was truly massive:

The two inch Collar had an attached chain leading down to the 2 inch ankle shackles, nothing too astonishing in that, except that the front chain also passed through a loop in the Iron Belt he had made for me on my previous visit.  Collar was riveted on first, then each ankle, and finally the Belt.  I knew immediately I was in for it; just the sound of the chain passing through the Belt with the slightest movement told me this would be some very restrictive Bondage.  Wrists were last; riveted into heavy 2 inch wrist shackles attached my chain.  This chain could (and would) be easily padlocked to the Belt making movement almost impossible, or to a ringbolt in the Cell walls.  Very versatile.

I was sweating like a pig by the time the Riveting was finished and I was led back to my Cell.  It was not long before it was “light out” and I was left alone in pitch darkness in massive chains.  He was generous enough to NOT secure my belt or Collar to the wall or floor – it was difficult enough finding a position to lie in that was not too uncomfortable for the night.

With the exception of occasional abuse sessions (Beatings with the massive Prison Strap, forced cock sucking,) and one outdoor hose-down (a long chain padlocked to my Belt and the front of the Jailhouse) I spent most of the next two days in my Cell.

When it was time to return to SFO, I was led to the car and off we went – me still in full Irons.

As hot as this all sounds (and indeed, was) there were a few issues.  Even though the Belt had been built for me, it had begun to dig into my waist rather badly, and I had large open wounds were the metal kept abrading my flesh.  The Collar, too, had similar issues, and my neck was rather badly chewed up in various places.

Here’s where friendship can interfere with a total bondage scene – between my lamenting and obvious genuine discomfort and wounds, Yossie cut off the chain connecting my Collar to leg Irons, and struck off the Belt.

After another day in the Collar, he struck that off as well, as by the time my neck was really hacked up by the sharp edge of the massive band I had worn for three days.  He did replace it with a riveted on Collar made of rebar, (smooth round iron) which I wore till the end of the scene.

The ankle Irons and wrist shackles remained in place for the rest of the allotted time as well; I quickly developed what is called the Convict Shuffle – as it is the only way to walk in permanent ankle restraints.  I got very good at every day tasks in my wrist Irons as well.

I won’t say I missed them, exactly, when all my Irons were finally struck; but I was already thinking about the next time when we might extend the time.

So, although it was not full time in the massive “Six Ways” I was originally hammed into, I indeed spend 7 full days in Irons.

By the way – now, over a month later, my neck and waist still show heavy dark marks from where my Irons had dug in…. HOT!!!

 

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A prison toilet

Hey fuckers, listen up. This is important. If you are going to keep a prisoner for any length of time, you are going to need a toilet. That’s right, you need a real, functioning toilet that he can piss and shit into. Get him locked with access to a toilet, and you can keep him prisoner for days, weeks — even months! — provided you feed and water him, of course.

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Anyone who has a toilet like this installed in a cell or a basement is obviously quite serious about keeping a man prisoner. This is hardcore. This makes me hard.

Today’s pictures are from the men at Serious Male Bondage, who know a thing or two about real confinement.

But the INSPIRATION behind today’s posting is from Zerotaf — one of the very few men in the country with an identical toilet (plus something even more serious that Metal has used many times over the years while locked on a hard concrete floor ) .

Keep checking back here to Metalbond for more on keeping a prisoner.

 

 

Behind the back handcuff champ

T.J. is a tough fucker who likes to be tested and pushed in serious, long-term physical restraint. He recently visited the infamous Mountain Correctional Facility, and Zerotaf reports that T.J.’s total time with his hands locked behind his back was 30 hours 15 minutes! That blows my own personal record out of the way, as well as that of ToughBondageBottom.

The pictures below commemorate J.T.’s incarceration and cuff session:

TJ Cuffed by ZerotafTJ cuffed byu ZerotafI spoke with both Zerotaf and T.J. by phone shortly after the lockup had concluded. Zerotaf was impressed with T.J.’s stamina, and T.J. sounded none the worse for wear. Personally, I have a feeling that ToughBondageBottom will want to attempt to beat this record.

IMPORTANT SAFETY NOTE: Guys, if you ever attempt something extreme like this, be sure to use the “darbies” style cuffs (shown below), and not regular police cuffs because the darbies won’t cut into your wrists.

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Chuck is subjected to chain gang style labor

Inmate Chuck spent a few days at the infamous BlackSteel Correctional Facility run by Yossie, where he was required to sleep in a cold cement jail cell at night and shovel rock and fill pot holes during the day — all while wearing a set of heavy steel “five-way” shackles (neck, wrists, ankles), which were RIVITED-ON.

Much more pictures of this, plus video, are available at Serious Male Bondage.

The Pit: A Story by CREUSS

By CREUSS

stories by CREUSSWhere am I?

What happened?

I have no idea…

I open my eyes, but it only comes to total darkness.

I try to remember what happened before…

I can’t…

Later, may be hours later, some tiny bits come back to my mind.

I am a soldier. I ‘ve been serving for 5 years now…

We were on a night leave, having some fun in a café, drinking much…

There was a battle in the café, and we fought against civilians.

Suddenly, I remember I fell on the table, probably hit and drunk.

Then, nothing…

I try to explore how I am, as I can’t see at all.

I am naked, totally naked…

My hands are shackled, I can feel heavy metal rings at my wrists. They are chained to the wall, but leave me some movement. My legs are bound too, with metal rings too, and chains. So is my neck…

I am bound to this wall, so I can’t move that much, just enough to be slightly more comfortable, if comfort is existing here…

Continue reading The Pit: A Story by CREUSS