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If you are in town for Fleet Week and want to get tied up

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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

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This Sunday: Special Fleet Week / Memorial Day play party at NYBC

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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.

 

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Highly recommended!

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1st Person

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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.

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The Edge – Chapter 03

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By Steellock

Matt stood looking in the mirror through his pinhole eye covers. He could just see the door, which slammed open, and a tall man ran through. He shouted something to Jess and slipped through to the back. Something about him made Matt curious. He felt he knew the back view from somewhere but could not be sure.

At that moment the feeling of someone massaging his right nip distracted him! He glanced back in the mirror and could see the man reaching round. He was pinching and squeezing, working to make Matt’s tit stand out. He had never felt this before and it was oddly exiting! It was followed a minute later by a sharp pain in his left tit. Really sharp! The feeling made him take a deep breath as the nerves relayed an intense wave of pain to his brain. He automatically rose to his tiptoes to get away and equally quickly dropped back as the steel collar around his balls yanked them down!

The feeling was repeated on his right side.

After two minutes the pain level began to fall and he could open his eyes, though they were a little blurred by tears.

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The Edge – Chapter 01

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By Steellock

Matt looked at his squad mates. There was a look of awe and respect on their faces. In front of them was a guy hanging by thick, muscled arms from a beam across the ceiling of the cellar. His head was down on his chest, and sweat poured down his body.

TheEdge_1Around his wrists and hands were leather binders, secured by multiple straps and padlocks. The steel suspension rings on his palms were padlocked to the beam. Round his ankles were another set of straps, but they were not tied off and his feet were loose.

The bunched muscles of his back, from his neck to his lower rib cage, was shining red with occasional purple stripes. His butt, clenched and hard, shone in a similar colour. Red and purple stripes ran down the sides of his chest and thighs. The sweat shone in strong lighting, focused on him in an otherwise darkened room.

His balls hung low between his legs, held down by a steel band. They, too, were red and flushed. A chain was padlocked around his neck.

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USS New Jersey brig

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What kind of pervert would take a tour of a famous battleship, then head right for the BRIG? A Metalbond reader, of course. Check out the picture below and the information sent in by an anonymous reader of this blog:

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Dear Metal,

The New Jersey was very cool. I took the self-guided tour, and enjoyed the berthing areas, Marines’ compartments — and the brig. There are no sinks or toilets in the brig cells, so the prisoners have to be escorted by a Marine to the head. I’m guessing they’re cuffed and/or shackled for the excursion. There are three cells right next to each other, each just barely bigger than the fold down bunk. Inmates were only served bread and water in the brig, for up to three days. If longer than three days, they were escorted by the Marines to the mess deck.

—from a reader

 

Metal would like to thank the reader for sharing this brig picture. Anyone else who has experience with a brig is invited to get in touch via email!