This is from a while back, but it is so hot that I had to re-post this.
Chuck reported at the time this picture had recently been taken that he spent 12 days with this large metal collar RIVITED on. He also reported that he was in shackles (wrists, ankles and connecting chains) for part of that time as well.
This was, is and always will be fucking hot, Chuck!
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Noah — blond and built — hangs on the cross for several long hours of sheer agony.
Hours have passed. Noah hangs on the cross, cum hardened on his abs after he was jerked off while crucified, his young muscles screaming in pain. If you have ever dreamed of watching a stunningly perfect young man, a lean, blond athlete, suffer on the cross, hour after hour, Noah is your fantasy man, looking so good, glistening with sweat, near the point of passing out, but still managing to pull himself up and fill his lungs. This is real, long-term suffering endured by a strikingly beautiful stud.
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(a true story written by Master Ian’s salve, aka Quandt)
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.
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.
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.
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 …
