Bailey is in a sleeveless leather sleepsack when he cuddles with Boy Blake for an afternoon nap. Naturally one thing leads to another, and before Baily knows it he’s chained down to the bed. This is a fantasy many have when bondage is ‘forced’ on us when we least expect it. Also, it’s fun to sleep in bondage with someone!
VIDEO at Serious Male Bondage
Title: THE AFTERNOON NAP
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The title of this video on Serious Male Bondage is APPLEVILLE BONDAGE CLIPS. The Hollywood-style movie, titled “The Appleville Strain,” is available on Bind’s website, MenInChains.
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In this video from Serious Male Bondage, Jimmy couldn’t move at all. He was connected tightly in all four directions using metal shackles, metal waist belt and metal collar. The solitary confinement cell is 5-foot-by-5-foot and has anchor points all over the walls, so they were able to attach and tighten the chains in all four directions.
See the video at Serious Male Bondage
Title: TURNBUCKLE BONDAGE WITH JIMMY USMC
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Four: The Gift
The carnival rolled from one town to the next, and I was usually so tired by Showtime that I didn’t really notice the crowds were getting thinner in every town. I continued to wear my Collar as a mark of pride. Viktor’s training, once grueling and punishing, started to feel more like a challenge. We worked out together, side by side, pushing each other to the limit. It wasn’t about pain anymore. It was about strength. It was about earning something more than just muscle — it was about respect.
Viktor was no longer just my mentor; he had become a kind of partner in all of this. We’d work with the roustabouts in the mornings, hauling crates, setting up tents, lifting heavy carnival equipment. Viktor always made sure to encourage me, watching me carefully as I struggled with the same things the other men did. But he always pushed me to go further, to lift heavier, to show the others I could do it just as well as they could.
“Lift it!” he’d shout with a grin, watching me struggle with a large piece of equipment. “That’s how you show them. No weakness. You’ve got this.”
