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Living an Extremely Disciplined Life
By Mister-X/Spartan
I was never in the Marines, but I’ve always been fascinated by them. In particular, I love their uniforms and their discipline. I purchased various of their uniforms on e-Bay which I wear at home.
I also have been interested in being bound and dominated. It was at the local bondage club that I met Jerry. He had been a Marine drill sergeant, and liked topping guys, as well as reliving his drill sergeant days. I invited him to come to my home on weekends to relive his favorite times. He was only too happy to do so.
Sometimes others with my desires would join us, and sometimes some of his Marine buddies would join us as well. He always wanted me to dress in my Marine uniforms at home, uniforms I had to keep in spotless condition, standing at attention for his arrival, saluting him when we would meet. He would, of course, inspect me and start yelling orders into my ear. I wasn’t allowed to relax from attention until he told me to. Any shortcomings, real or imagined, would be punishable by bondage. This suited both of our desires.
Tied up in an Army barracks
TBT: Pictures of a military grunt gagged and tied in rope
Some pictures from the vault:
Brig Story – Part 06
By Tommy Guns
A few hours after my young Corporal left, I again heard footsteps coming down the passageway. The key went in the cell door, and it was opened by the Brig Commander. I jumped to my feet and stood at attention, but he told me to sit back down again and relax. He pulled out his pack of Camels again and offered me one. I couldn’t take one since my wrists were still shackled to my waist, so he unlocked my cuffs and lit my cigarette with his Zippo. He then told me that he had made some phone calls about my case, and that he thought I might be released back into the custody of the Special Rehab Unit.
It seems that the SP, whose nose I had apparently broken, had been counseled by some of my fellow rehabbers, and had wisely decided that it was all a big misunderstanding and he did not want to pursue any charges. That effectively knocked out both the assault and resisting arrest charges. All that was left was the catchall charge of conduct contrary to good order and discipline, the one they use when they just want to fuck with you and can’t figure out how else to do it. It could still spell the end of my career, but the likelihood of a long stint in Portsmouth Prison was effectively gone.
If you are in town for Fleet Week and want to get tied up
Are there any Metalbond readers who are active duty military in NYC this weekend for Fleet Week? The New York Bondage Club is holding its annual Fleet Week / Memorial Weekend Sunday Play Party!
NYBC says: “We welcome the many visitors to the city this weekend to our party. This year we offer FREE entry to those men actively serving in the military with current ID. Lots of rope, toys and more. Free massages, a sling, and a backroom for hard action. Explore your fantasies and make them happen. Join us for a fun party and just say YES SIR!
New York Bondage Club website here
This Sunday: Special Fleet Week / Memorial Day play party at NYBC
Don’t miss out on the New York Bondage Club’s special Memorial Day Fleet Week KINK party this Sunday, May 29. There will be lots of new visitors, as each year the Memorial Day Party has been packed.
Wear a full uniform, or leather or rubber, and get a discount on admission. Students can enter for $10 and anyone can get a 2016 NYBC membership for only $10 if you arrive before 8 pm. Don”t want to be a member? That’s ok, just come as a guest. Have a current Military ID, get in for only $5. Details here.
Click for the New York Bondage Club
Highly recommended!
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.