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The last stop is a cold hard jail cell

No amount of confinement is too severe for men like Bind, Dart Tech and NoEscapeSlave, who are perfectly at home in extended lockdown, as depicted in video footage available at Serious Male Bondage.

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Title of this update: LAST STOP ON THE ROAD TRIP

The setting is The Edge jail and dungeon.

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The Lock-In – Part 02

By Cuffed Locked

If you missed it, click for Part 1

My arm was going numb. I had been cranking for what felt like hours. Thirty seconds of spinning to earn maybe ten seconds of light. Long enough to try two combinations, maybe three, on the padlock securing my chain to the solid bolt in Caleb’s floor before the bulb overhead sputtered out and I was swallowed in darkness again. I’d started at 0000. I was somewhere around 0042 now. Forty-two combinations. It felt like nothing. It was nothing. And yet every few attempts meant another round of burning my shoulder, feeding that sad little generator like I was shoveling coal into a dying furnace.

And the second I stopped moving, the silence came rushing back in.

I was trapped in my neighbor’s basement, in a custom escape room that he challenged me to escape from with no safe word, no early outs. And no phone. No clock. No sunlight. I didn’t know if it was 3 a.m. or 9 a.m. I didn’t know if Caleb was upstairs, asleep, watching, or not even home. And somehow, that made it worse. When the light blinked on again, I caught my reflection in the metal face of the lock. My jaw was clenched. Sweat trickled down my chest.

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High-security restraints

Check out these high-security hinged handcuffs worn by Cuffman85. A standard handcuff key is of no use when the double lock has been activated using the special key. Red dot to red dot indicates the cuffs are double locked and deadbolted! In another picture, he is booted and secured in high-quality leg irons! The hinged cuffs are TCH model HSH1, and the leg irons are Clejuso model 103.

Cuffman85 and his locking metal restraints

Cuffman85 and his high-security hinged handcuffs

Cuffman85 and his locking metal restraints

 

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Grain Bin

By Bound2plzu

Although I live in a rural part of the south, I am not a farmer and not a fan of most of what it entails. However I have a good friend who is. Blond hair, blue eyes and muscles from now til next week. I often go by his home after getting off work and visit, help out with chores and grab dinner prior to heading home.

Most of our conversations end with him shaking his head in disbelief at something I have said. I am much more liberal than he is, enjoy staying in and having great conversations and debates. Him, not so much. After a long day of farming, he prefers to head to bed shortly after dinner. I’m not sure where in this scenario things shifted, but I let him know that I had some kinks I enjoyed, and let him know that bondage was one of them. I was especially interested in his empty grain bin in the farm yard. Built entirely of steel, it had an inner door that latched on the outside, as well as an exterior door that included a place for a padlock.

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My Pal Jock and the Rainy Night – Part 02

By Hunter Perez

I squirmed on the bed, uncertain about what was going to happen next. Jock’s drunken gaze was indecipherable – I could not tell if he was laughing at my bondage or plotting about how to further humiliate me.

I tried not to show that I was afraid and thought to myself: “What would JimmyUSMC do if he was in my position?” I then unhappily realized the answer: He would probably be collecting a nice fee for his work. After all, JimmyUSMC gets bound up for a living – no wonder he’s always smiling while in chains – whereas I was involuntarily volunteered into a trap of handcuffs, rope and a ball gag.

After staring at me for what seemed like forever, Jock finally lumbered to the headboard and pulled at the chain connecting my handcuffs. He rubbed his fingers over the cuffs and scratched his fingernails lightly into my skin.

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