Here are some pictures from a while back, from Zerotaf, of one of his prisoners:
This guy looks all messy, tied up like that in the mud!
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:

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!
… or else he might escape by using a pen cap! That’s what this vintage poster from the NYPD says:
Blog reader Harold sent the poster, and he writes:
“The handcuffs in question – needless to say – didn’t become very popular and was an embarrassment to Smith & Wesson, which quietly abandoned the design.”
One Metalbond reader who wishes to remain anonymous says he has found a great way to get his dick locked up. He gets it numb using a combination of Hush gel mixed with a little Wet Platinum in the bottle, so it’s a mix of lube and gel. “Rub some on, wait 2-3 minutes — and it’s like your junk disappears!” the guy who sent the picture above reports. Good job, chastity slave!
Speaking of chastity slaves, here are couple other pictures of guys who are locked have sent recently:
Jockstrap recently sent this image and the note below
Jockstrap writes,
Dear Metal,
Thought you might like another view; this is before my boxing helmet is strapped and locked over the top of my bridle and gag (note how he has had ‘saddle’ put on the forehead strap as I hate being called that even more than jockstrap!!)
The spare keys to my whole rig are stored in the master safe that locks to the front of the rig. This serves two purposes; one in case of emergency I can be sent the code to unlock myself (this has only happened once in the last couple of years and was expensive as the deal is that every padlock is replaced afterwards to ensure there’s no chance that I can have made duplicate keys) but the main one is psychological — hearing all the keys rattling around, so close but so far away sometimes drives me nuts. I’ve spent hours fiddling with the combination, even though I know the chances of hitting on the right code are pretty much zero.
A lot of attention is spent on monitoring the tightness of the belts — inevitably they have been able to get steadily tighter as I’ve lost some weight, and the belts stretch slightly over time. Again the deal is that they must all be strapped and locked as tight as it’s possible to get them. Everything on the rig is locked and usually double or triple locked and inter connected. The creaking is phenomenal and always makes him laugh. When I’m caned, there are sometimes ‘creak sets’ where he will place a cane on the floor and I have to pick it up without creaking or the strokes double. No prizes for guessing the inevitable result.
Oh and I’m often sloganned up like this and forbidden to wash them off!
I’ll shut up now but thought you’d appreciate some details maybe.
—Jockstrap
Metal would like to thank Jockstrap for this update!