The slave pictured above, slaveforlabor, is the real deal. These pics (shown here with his permission) are real and from real service. I have met this slave in real life. In the past, he has been pictured on the Metalbond site, in several illustrated stories by FirefighterSIR. You can also find his profile with much more about him, on several other sites.
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Part 3 – First Day of the Chain Gang
The night was long and my sleep was not too good. We were woke up when the light shined into the room from the barred windows. I don’t know the time but I guessed it was about 6:00 – 6:30 am. One guard came into the room and unfastened the long ankle shackle leading chains that hold us together for the night. We were ordered to step down from the bed, put our boots and line up outside the building. The guards passed a 3 feet thin rope to everyone of us and told us to tie one end to ankle shackle’s ‘O’ ring and hold the other end with our hands while we walk.
This can avoid the linking chain dragging on the ground making us easier to walk. We took the same path to the stream watched by 2 guards. It was a lot easier to walk when I hold the connecting chains up from contacting the ground.
Continue reading A Week in Chains – Part 3
Clark drove home, his persistently hard cock a distraction as he drove. As he drove, his free hand wandered down to caress his cock and he could feel it leaking, and the need to cum became more and more urgent. He pulled over into a handy layby and nipped out of the car into the bushes. Pulling his cock out, he only had to jerk it 3 or 4 times before exploding all over the leaves of the bush. Blushing furiously, he tucked his cock away and returned to his car for the drive home.
Once back, he quickly grabbed a shower and changed into some sweats, then logged onto his computer. The first thing he did was send Vickers a message. “Hey, great bit of kit again. Thanks. Hope to see those pics soon.” He then started to browse some of the sites he had found previously and soon found himself stroking his cock again.
After a couple of days, Vickers sent him an email. “Pics have been posted on my site. I have a ton more here, but too large to send by email.” He had added a URL and Clark clicked on it. Vickers’ site was all to sell his bespoke metal bondage gear. He checked around it, and under the heading “Yoke” he found a set of pictures in an album entitled “Samuel.” Vickers had photo-shopped a generic looking head onto Clarks shoulders and then blurred it slightly. He had also photo-shopped several backgrounds in. The photos looked amazing, and Clark tried to make copies but the site wouldn’t let him. He snarled in frustration and fired an email off to Vickers about it.
Continue reading Busman’s Holiday – Part 05
Labor means work, and lots of it. A slave has no life of his own, and no need for leisure time. Every second of the clock belongs to his Master and should be occupied with meeting His ends and wishes, freeing Him to spend His more valuable time indulging in his own pleasure, or just lying around on His ass all day if He feels like it. Think of it as a 24-hour year-round workday for the slave, with no breaks and no vacation time. Ever. All unpaid, of course.
Happy Labor Day, slaves! Now get back to work!
(Thanks to GiveYouEverything for the inspiration for today’s post.)
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.