Here are some older pictures of the Rubber Inmate, aka Rubber Andy, who was once held in rubber bondage for four days nonstop by The Warden.
More footage of this four-day lockup was once featured at the Serious Male Bondage, a while back.
Also check out the Padded Cell Inmate series here on Metalbond.
Master Mike updated his self-bondage apparatus by labeling the timer box he built. He also added a second magnet jack. Here are some pictures:
Metal would like to thank Master Mike for sharing this. Since he sent this batch of pictures, he updated his system further, and additional updates will appear here on Metalbond.
At Dream Boy Bondage, muscle boy Thomas is crucified. The only thing that will make him even hotter up on that cross is a hard cock, so Jared strokes it until it sticks straight out. Thomas is in too much pain to cum — so they add two hours to his time on the cross. He will suffer in total agony for ten hours! He looks even better as his body stretches out, stomach sucked in, every muscle bulging and quivering in pain.
See more at Dream Boy Bondage
Here are some pictures from a reader, along with his story behind the pictures:
Hey man.
Here is the story behind these pics:
There was this dude who I used to play with sometimes. He lived in the city but also had a house upstate with a lot of dungeon gear. He asked me if I wanted to come up and be kept tied up for a weekend — and I had never done anything like that so I said yes.
He also asked another dude he knew to come up for the weekend, and the two of them picked me up in his car in the city. They immediately made me strip off my shoes/socks/shirt, then cuffed me and drove me about 3 hours up to his place in the country. Once we arrived, they immediately stripped off my jeans and boxers, then marched me out back behind his house. It was a real country house and didn’t have any neighbors.
He already had the stakes all set out, and made me lay on the ground and stretched me out with ropes. After they had my ankles and wrists tied, he also tied a rope around my balls and stretched those down to another stake.
Then they told me that I was going to be left there until dark (it was only about 1pm at that point, so I was a little panicky — but couldn’t get loose). They went into the house for a while, so I was stuck outside alone — but every half hour or so, one of the guys would come out, stroke my cock with baby oil till I was hard and close to shooting, but wouldn’t let me shoot. When I got too close, they would just walk away and leave me alone again. They would also take a long thin branch and whip my feet and my balls at different points. This lasted for about 5 hours or so — and by the time it was beginning to get dark, I was really trying to get loose and begging — but they still wouldn’t untie me. It was a pretty intense scene.
By Straghtjacket
It was a while ago that I responded to an ad in Drummer Magazine. The bondage toy market wasn’t nearly as expansive as it is now and men didn’t talk much about safe words, at least not the guys I hung out with. Well, some did have safewords and that was a distinguishing characteristic between “serious” men and players. I came out to old guard men who taught me the ropes. I was a bottom and essentially a slave to everyone. I had to work my way from being scum to finally earning my leathers.
I was held prisoner by two guys that looked like hairy bearded red necks. They were just as likely to drink a coke in the bars as they were to drink booze. They were the first tattooed men that I had known at the time and they always smelled of cigar smoke.
By Mister-X / Spartan
After that middle of the night conversation, nothing out of the ordinary happened for a week. I’d been taken back to the gym for my exercises, and had started getting my body back into proper condition. Then one day there was a change. The three guards came into my room again, including the one who had visited me. I was soon being marched, restrained as always, to another room.
I was sat down on a metal chair which had straps attached, and was soon restrained tightly to it. Another man entered the room. The three guards were positioned at the back. My blindfold and gag were removed. When he started speaking I recognized the voice who had addressed all of us. I realized then that this had been a test.
“Number 6, I am disappointed in you. You were visited by one of my guards with a story to test your loyalty to me, and you didn’t report the conversation. Why?”
By ty dehner
i was jolted awake, as the big rig crashed into something. Then i realized, we must be in the freight yard, and Tony was picking up the trailer. i had fallen asleep, being in the rubber cocoon that i was in. When i get into bondage, i get so relaxed.
Oh sure, i was sweating like a pig and had to piss something awful, but i was enjoying this bondage. Tony was certainly showing me the rubber lover that i am! i wonder how he is feeling, knowing that he has me in the back of his cab, totally encased in rubber. His helpless rubber slave, wearing a full rubber suit, rubber hood, in a rubber sleep sack. Just as i wondered, that damn shocking butt plug was activated again! i know he must have heard the noise that shot from the piss gag in my mouth. He was adding juice to the voltage and the shocks were getting intense. As the shocks occurred, my crotch seemed to arch off the bed. It was almost painful, because my full kidneys wanted to release. Shock after shock, finally i could hold back no more and i let the piss flow. He must have positioned my dick towards my chest, for i felt the warmth of the piss flowing over my stomach and chest, then running down my sides. It puddled under my back, joining the small pool of sweat that was forming.
Marknorth locked himself into self-bondage, and this experience was documented on the Serious Male Bondage site:
To see more including a VIDEO of this, visit Serious Male Bondage
