Today’s vintage bondage artwork is from a book of cartoons by the gay artist Donelan:
Thanks to Metalbond reader Jamie for sending this!
Today’s pictures are courtesy of BDSMTOP4Muscle:
BDSMTOP4Muscle writes,
I went through my archives to find some pics to send you, and remembered my last stay in the famous Black Tulip Hotel in Amsterdam, Netherlands. I went there at the end of 2009, shortly before this place closed down for good, and spent five days in my favorite room – and as you can see, I was quite creative in tying up different slaves and bondage bottoms there.
This hotel was (as far as I know) the only BDSM hotel in the world where kinky gay men could literally do whatever they pleased, in the privacy of their room (each one was different in size and equipment) or with an open door, with your own slave or bondage buddy, or with guys you met in the hotel or outside in the bars. And the staff was more than helpful in any way desired… ;-)
There were always many American guests, some of them staying for two weeks or even longer. I wonder if some of your readers may have some pics of their own that were taken there, so you could do something like a “Black Tulip Memorial Post”?
Anyway, I hope you like mine, and I will send you some brand new pictures in December!
Cheers from Germany,
BDSMTOP4Muscle
You can look up BDSMTOP4Muscle on Recon
Today’s picture is courtesy of Metalbond reader and contributor Manaclesman Hans — He says this pic was taken in a German wood of some of his victims! Fucking HOT if you ask me!
Here are some pictures from a reader, along with his story behind the pictures:
Hey man.
Here is the story behind these pics:
There was this dude who I used to play with sometimes. He lived in the city but also had a house upstate with a lot of dungeon gear. He asked me if I wanted to come up and be kept tied up for a weekend — and I had never done anything like that so I said yes.
He also asked another dude he knew to come up for the weekend, and the two of them picked me up in his car in the city. They immediately made me strip off my shoes/socks/shirt, then cuffed me and drove me about 3 hours up to his place in the country. Once we arrived, they immediately stripped off my jeans and boxers, then marched me out back behind his house. It was a real country house and didn’t have any neighbors.
He already had the stakes all set out, and made me lay on the ground and stretched me out with ropes. After they had my ankles and wrists tied, he also tied a rope around my balls and stretched those down to another stake.
Then they told me that I was going to be left there until dark (it was only about 1pm at that point, so I was a little panicky — but couldn’t get loose). They went into the house for a while, so I was stuck outside alone — but every half hour or so, one of the guys would come out, stroke my cock with baby oil till I was hard and close to shooting, but wouldn’t let me shoot. When I got too close, they would just walk away and leave me alone again. They would also take a long thin branch and whip my feet and my balls at different points. This lasted for about 5 hours or so — and by the time it was beginning to get dark, I was really trying to get loose and begging — but they still wouldn’t untie me. It was a pretty intense scene.
Check out the picture and information that slavemale2004 sent to me via email:
slavemale2004 writes,
Hi Metal,
Friday evening was fast approaching, when I would be home alone for 24hrs.
I spent all week thinking about my predicament, and my lust to be locked in my chastity device grew as Friday slowly approached.
Friday evening finally came, and I dashed home, stripped, and locked myself into my CB6000S device.
As the locked clicked shut, I felt the wave of excitement, and frustration starting to build. I haven’t had the opportunity to be locked in chastity for a few months, and that coupled with self tease and denial over the past 5 days ensured that I instantly would do just about anything to unlock my cock.
The keys were immediately placed in the freezer, to help my dedication to my subservient role. I then performed my domestic duties, wearing only my device. Being a domestic chastity slave is a fantasy of mine.
I spent the remainder of the evening keeping myself frustrated, with the adult material I usually pleased my now imprisoned cock with. By the end of the evening, I would have dropped to my knees and taken whatever was required of me.
Frustrated, I secured my ankles to the bedposts using a couple of large combination locks, and cuffed my wrists together in front of me, my hands only a few centimetres from my denied cock.
I used a long stick to click off the light to the room, and was then in complete darkness. As I couldn’t see the combination locks in the pitch black, and had just thrown the stick well out of reach, I was there until morning, helpless and denied relief.
I drifted off to sleep, secured, and my manhood filling its tiny cage.
I woke in the morning to the sun coming through the curtains, and unlocked myself from the bed.
After a brief, and very frustrating shower, I headed downstairs in the same attire I was wearing the previous evening, and had breakfast.
After which, I cleaned up, and proceeded to return to teasing my cock with the same adult material.
The day took forever, and getting just to lunchtime felt like an age, but after many hours of cleaning and teasing, the evening finally came.
I retrieved the keys from the freezer, and waited for the ice barrier to my relief to melt, while ensuring I was frustrated to my limit.
Once the ice melted, I retrieved the keys and released my cock from its lockdown.
I dropped to my knees, stroked, and within a minute, I had shot a rather large load onto the floor in front of me. I then bowed my head, and cleaned up my mess with my tongue, like a slave should.
The best 24hrs I have had in ages!
I have enclosed a pic of my locked cock for everyone’s amusement, and I am on Recon as slavemale2004
Regards,
slavemale2004
(48hrs since last orgasm)
Thanks, slavemale2004, for sharing this with Metalbond readers! Fucking exciting!
And guys, if you attempt this on your own (which I highly encourage) be sure to have a cellphone handy (so you can call for help in case of emergency) or some other backup escape plan in place.
This blog is dedicated to the physically restrained male. And physical restraint can be accomplished with a wide range of implements — even something like a cast as shown here. And you don’t even have to break your leg to be put in one.
I am told this stud was kept in this leg cast for four days, during which time the “coach” kept him in a jock or a hard cup, took him out in public on crutches, got lots of attention, and, since he could not fight back much, took advantage of him.
Fucking hot if you ask me.