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Three Days in Jail – Part 03

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By Pisslurper

After two days, I had pretty much settled into jail routine. The mornings were nice; I’d wake up to the soft light at dawn, and drowsily drift in and out sleep with the sounds of the town waking up in the distance. The light would gradually bring the details of the cell into focus — the giant rivets, the steel walls, the steel L-brackets welded to the side walls, the glimpse of the cellblock through the steel bars of my cell doors. I’d become more aware of the smells of steel and concrete, and eventually I’d get up and piss a stream into the bucket.

When I was in the end cell, the jailor had to be in the cellblock to see into the cell through the bars of the cell door, and I could hear when he was entering the cellblock because unlocking the cellblock door made a loud racket. In the middle cell, the jailor could more or less sneak up from the jail portion behind the shower and look into my cell through the bars in the back wall of the cell. I wasn’t certain if I liked being more exposed or more secluded.

Since there wasn’t a table in the middle cell, and now I was supposedly a “medium security” risk, the jailor fed me my meals at the table in the cellblock area. He unlocked the padlock on the door of cell, exited the cellblock, slammed shut the cellblock door, padlocked the two huge sliding bolts on the cellblock door, then unlocked the sliding bar locking mechanism that locked and unlocked all three cell doors simultaneously. Then he told me that I could push open my cell door and enter the secure cellblock area. He pushed my cereal and banana through the handcuff slot, and I sat at the small table to eat my breakfast. I would’ve given my left nut for a cup of strong black coffee, but I knew better than to ask.

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Three Days in Jail – Part 02

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By Pisslurper

The rules of the jail were strict, but simple and expected. I was supposed to call the jailor “Officer” and “Sir.” I was to keep my blanket folded neatly whenever I wasn’t using it. I was supposed to back away from the cell door and go nose to the wall with my hands clasped behind my head whenever instructed to do so or whenever the jailor was about to come into my cell. I was supposed to be in uniform (top and bottoms) whenever I was out of my cell.

For some reason, calling the jailor “Sir” or “Officer” just rankled me, and I resisted doing so. I guess I also gave him some attitude, although I was nicer when he had something I wanted, like a meal.

Once or twice a day he would conduct a cell inspection, looking for contraband I guess. He went through the whole unlocking the cellblock and cell routine, had me nose to the wall, and he cuffed my hands behind my back. Then he turned me around and locked the handcuffs to the metal L bracket that was fastened to cell wall. So now I am shackled, chained to the wall with my feet, and my handcuffed wrists are slightly elevated behind my back and locked to the wall. I couldn’t move much at all. The jailor then inspected the cell, looking under and checking the seams of the mattress and pillow, unfolding the blanket, and examining the entire cell.

I gave him some attitude during the first inspection, and when he uncuffed me, he shortened the chain to my shackles so that I could only move a few feet.   Then he repeated the lock down process, and after the series of banging and clanking, I was again left alone in the dim cell, only know a little more severely restricted. I could still move a bit, but no more pacing the length of the cell. I could lie down since the foot of the bed was close to the point where the chain was attached to the wall, and I could stand to piss in my bucket if I needed. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, because, like I said earlier, time seemed pass both slowly and quickly.

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Three Days in Jail – Part 01

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By Pisslurper

About six weeks ago, a friend of mine sent me an email with a link to a website for a jail in Iowa. Not an ordinary jail, but an old, historic jail that someone had purchased and is now offering to incarcerate people for a fee. The pictures of the place were hot as hell, an authentic old county jail built in 1880 and used for over 100 years. The place looked tiny, only three cells, but it was a real jail and looked a bit hardcore.

I knew right away that I couldn’t pass up on this opportunity. It turns out I had some unused vacation due, so I emailed the jail and set up a three day visit.

For the next six weeks, I have been obsessively poring over and over the pictures and instructions on that website. I planned out a two-day drive to Iowa, and endlessly fantasized about my upcoming jail stay.

The jailor emailed me to park next to the jail, and he will meet me at my car. I’m expecting to be ‘arrested’ at my car and brought into the jail in handcuffs. The jail is located downtown in a small Iowa town, next door to the Methodist church. Since I’m showing up at noon on Sunday, I’m a little worried about church goers and passersby seeing me as I get brought around to the jail entrance, which is on the opposite side of the building than the parking lot. But, I guess that is all part of the experience. I’m not sure what is more humiliating, being a convict or being a pervert who pays to have someone lock him up in jail.

 

Reporting to jail

 

The jailor instructed me to park in the parking spots off the alley to one side of the jail. I parked underneath the barred windows of the jail, and in seconds the deputy was coming out a door on the side of the building, yelling at me to put my hands on the steering wheel. Before I knew it, he had me with my hands on the roof of the car, and then cuffed with my hands behind my back. He emptied my pockets and gave me a pat down before marching me around the back of the building to the entrance to the jail.

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Look who got locked up at Mens Central Prison

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Reports are coming in from those who have been to the Mens Central Prison. Just within the past month, longtime Metalbond contributor MarkNorth has gone there. So has Pisslurper.

Who else has been there or is planning to go? Let me know!

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For more information on this facility and the types of activities that happen there, you can visit the official Mens Central Prison website.

 

PLUS … Marknorth has written a fictionalized account of his true incarceration roleplay experience at the Mens Central Prison. Watch for his write-up, which includes plenty of photographs, to appear very soon in the Metalbond Prison Library.

 

And for those who want to learn even MORE about what goes on at Mens Central Prison, you can view numerous behind-the-scenes videos at Serious Male Bondage, a subscription-based site.

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After three days in the Punisher cock cage, a Metalbond reader sent this

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A friend who was locked in The Punisher cock cage from Mr S sent me this:

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After three days of my wearing The Punisher, my boyfriend says he wants me to fuck him.  He had me down on my knees sucking his cock, and my cock is straining against the spikes.  He gives me the key, and I unlock The Punisher.

My cock is throbbing and I pull it out of the sheath, though there’s no way slip the cock ring part off while I’m hard.  The feeling of the spikes rubbing against my cock as I pulled it out of the sheath was intense.  My cock was engorged and as I spit on my hand and started to jerk it, the feeling was INCREDIBLE.

All the spikes had made my cock head super sensitive and the feeling of jerking off was like nothing I had ever experienced!  Since I couldn’t get The Punisher off, I just held the sheath part out of the way as I fucked my boyfriend.  Again, the feeling was fantastic!  He shot his load, and I pulled out still rock hard.  He let me jerk off some more, but he forbade me to shoot.  A quick shower cleaned me up, and after I relaxed I was able to lock my cock back into the sheath.

So I got a brief reprieve and an intense sexual experience, and I still haven’t cum — and my cock is still locked up!!

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Metalbond would like to thank his friend for sending in the account above!

To learn more about The Punisher, click here.

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Punisher cock cage review

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What kind of a sicko would lock his own dick up in a spiked chastity cage? My buddy Pisslurper, that’s who! He wrote about the details of wearing the Punisher cock cage from Mr S a couple years back … here’s a picture and his writeup:

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Pisslurper writes,

So far, the longest that I had worn the Punisher was about 4 or 5 hours.  Then, last week I went on a short business trip and I wore it overnight for the first time.  I put it on around 7:00 PM after I got back from a dinner meeting.  This time my balls went through the cock ring part a lot easier.  I think it works better when I’m a little warm and my balls are hanging loose.  After getting my balls and cock in the ring portion, I lubed up my cock and shoved it into the spiked tube.  Wow — I absolutely love that feeling!!  I like how the device gives a little, and especially how it separates my balls.

Anyway, I surfed some porn on the internet, and enjoyed the sensations of getting hard, semi-hard, and going soft again.  I’m getting accustomed to the pain from the spikes, and for the most part is it enjoyable.

Normally I sleep on my stomach, and that puts some pressure on my cock so the spikes dig in some. I dozed off, and soon I discovered how often you get hard while you sleep!  Every time I would doze off and my cock would get hard, the pain from the spikes would wake me up.  The whole feeling is very erotic and frustrating.  I really wanted to just rip the device off and shoot my load, but I didn’t.  Needless to say, I slept rather fitfully, and my cock was frustrated and sore by morning.  I showered with the Punisher on, but I took it off right before I left my hotel room at 7:00 AM, so I had it one for 12 hours.  There were little indentations on my cock head, but overall, my cock didn’t seem too worse for the wear.

For a while that day I noticed that the head of my cock was pleasantly sore, very much like your nipples are the next day after a good work out.  I liked the feeling of that against my underwear during the day and rubbed my cock head a few times every time I took a piss at the urinal.

A couple of days later I had the opportunity to put the Punisher back on.  I put it on at home around 7:00 PM again, and once more I was headed off to a hotel to work at a remote site an hour or so away.  I did the same routine of watching porn and enjoying getting hard off and on.  This time I had left the keys in my car, so I could have gotten them if I wanted to get dressed and go out in the freezing cold to retrieve them.  That night was spent just like the other one, waking up as I would get hard in my sleep, then dozing off again, getting hard, waking up, and so on.

The next morning I showered with the Punisher on and decided to leave it on as I went to work.  There was almost no bulge under my khakis, so I didn’t think anyone would notice.  My job requires some intense concentration, so I was a little hesitant about wearing something that would focus me on my cock rather than work.  For the most part it went well.  I was aware of my cock the whole day, but still managed to concentrate and perform well.  I especially liked going to the urinal wearing the cage on my cock.  I think pissing in public in chastity is way hot.

Work ended early, so I had time to drive home and see my boyfriend. By now I was horny as hell, and he was happy to oblige me.  My cock was extra hard pressing against the spikes as he fucked my face.  I think having my cock in the Punisher was even more of a turn on for him than an ordinary chastity device because of the pain. He fucked my face in several different positions, then he bent me over in front of the mirror and fucked me from behind.  I could see my caged and tortured cock swinging underneath me as he pounded my ass.  He shot his load, and, of course, I was left frustrated with an aching cock.

After were through, I had to drive back to the hotel.  I got back to the hotel around 7:00 PM, so by now I had had the Punisher on for 24 hours.  My cock head was pretty much in a constant, low level pain that I was loving.  However, better judgement prevailed and I decided to take it off and to jerk off so I could get a decent night’s sleep, which I desperately needed.  After a little porn, I unlocked the Punisher and pulled my cock out of the spikes.  The relief was immediate.  However, after 24 hours, the head of my cock was covered with small abrasions from the spikes.  Very small, but there nevertheless.  I jerked off quickly and shot a huge load!  And that night I got a great night’s sleep!

So, all in all, I loved my experiences with the Punisher so far.  It’s probably not great for long term wear, but FANTASTIC for short term play.  Depending on the wearer’s cock size, pain threshold, and hardness, it can be a great play or torture device.  Another great thing about it is that the soft design doesn’t chafe the underside of your balls, and, other than the spikes, it is extremely comfortable to wear.  I’m dreaming up all sorts of great scenes, and I can’t wait to get into it again.

Oh yeah, after two days out of it, the little abrasions on my cock head are almost gone.

 

You can learn more about chastity devices by clicking for Mr. S.

And you can read more from Pisslurper right here on Metalbond by clicking here and here.