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The guy behind the Stanford Prison Experiment has died

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Philip G. Zimbardo, the college professor who ran the infamous Stanford Prison Experiment back in 1971, passed away recently. Various news outlets ran obituaries:

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For those who are not familiar, this was a study of prison life from a psychological perspective conducted at Stanford University. Young male college students agreed to take part, and they were randomly assigned roles as guards or prisoners. It was intended to go on for two weeks, but things got out of hand and the study was halted after just six days. It was all documented extensively in academic literature and in several films, including this one. Zimbardo’s official website is here.

As for me, I wish the Stanford Prison Experiment could be conducted again today, but I would suggest a number of modifications:

  • First, there should be a 3-to-1 ratio of guards to prisoners. After all, the guards need to work in shifts, take days off, and be well-rested.
  • Second, the experiment should take place in a secure facility equipped with operational jail cells, working toilets, and plenty of handcuffs, belly chains and leg irons.
  • Finally, the participants should be recruited from the Metalbond site!  Or better yet, from the guys who run Swat Studios.
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Luke Cage in handcuffs and prison jumpsuit

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On a trip to Washington, DC, earlier this year I visited the National Museum of African American History and Culture. One of the items on display was an orange prison jumpsuit worn by the actor Mike Colter, who plays the title character in Marvel’s “Luke Cage” series. This picture is from Episode 104 (“Step in the Arena”). He also wore the jumpsuit in Marvel’s “The Defenders” Episode 101 (“The H Word”).

Luke Cage in handcuffs and prison jumpsuit

 

To see pictures and more information about the jumpsuit itself, click here

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Max Adonis gives up holes for prison protection

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At Bound Gods, no one messes with prisoner Dominic Pacifico, so bunkmate Max Adonis submits! Dominic now owns Max: flogging, spanking, rough blow jobs, electro-torment, bondage and a vicious fucking are prison hazing.

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Male BDSM stories to keep you tied up all day

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If you are looking for some high-quality, multi-part male bondage fiction, be sure to check out these stories — that is, if you have not done so already:

 

Lucky Cup

Brig Story

Busman’s Holiday

 

ALL of these stories are serialized, and they all link to multiple other stories by the same authors on an infinite loop. So be forewarned that if you click on one of these stories and you get hooked, you might be “trapped” all day or all weekend!

As always when you are reading stories in the Metalbond Prison Library, for best results it is highly recommended that you be wearing some form of physical restraint, such as a set of leg irons, or handcuffs, or a chastity device, or a collar — or that you have someone else locked up in something! Enjoy your reading, and please let me know which of these stories is your favorite!

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 15

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 15: Congratulations. You Are Here Forever

“Just do what I told you,” 8363 said.  “Do what I did.  It worked for me.  They’ll never throw me out of here.”

That’s what I was thinking about while Officer Yan marched me across the Parade Ground to the Examination Rooms, which were part of the Classroom Building.  It was February; snow was falling; I’d been in prison for almost a year.  I was having my one-year Custodial Review, which would be conducted by an officer in one of the Rooms.  I repeated to myself the answers that 8363 had given me.  Then I repeated them again, until I was sure I’d got them right.  They worked for him; they’d work for me.  There was no difference between us.

My assigned officer was Lieutenant Connors.  In the corridor, I waited in line, cuffed and shackled, behind the five other criminals waiting to see him.  One by one they went in and came out.  A couple were crying.  The rest appeared stoic.  Or indifferent, fated.  But in a situation like that, restraints need to be applied to everyone.  Officers can never predict when a criminal may do something unfortunate.  Then I heard “G023104411!”, and I entered the office.

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 09

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 9: Bunks, Chairs, and Other Furnishings

8363 . . . . the guy in Bunk 14.  I found myself maneuvering to get beside him in the shower, just for a few seconds to look at his plump, well muscled ass.  I tried to get the seat next to him at chow, just to feel his arm touching my arm through our uniforms.  In the factory I spent every extra second I could spare from my needle looking up the line of backs bent over their machines to watch his back moving rhythmically beneath its stripes.  At night I lay next to him, feet to head, and thought about what it would be like if I caressed his naked head with my naked toes and he wriggled across the few inches of bunk-frame and climbed in with me.  In dreams I told him, “You are about to be fucked!  Assume the position!”

Dreams vs. realities . . . .  If we were on the Outside, I’d do the usual: take him to Bleue, invite him to my place for drinks, become insistent if he noted that the hour was late . . . .  But in prison, I was no better than he was; I couldn’t impress him with my bald head, my convict uniform, or my criminal record.  And he evaded all my cues.  He saw how hot I was for him, but he treated it as a fact he didn’t need to do anything about–a fact of life, like the walls and bars.

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 02

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 2:  We’ll Take a Cup of Kindness

We met at La Bête Bleue, which was a couple miles from my house.  He lived in Paris, but he didn’t mind traveling.  And after all, he was my guest; I’d be paying.  I was sure he knew that Bête Bleue wasn’t in the price range of a prison employee.

I got there early and had started on my cocktail when he arrived.  The sound of his ass hitting the booth made it clear that he was heavier than I’d remembered him.  More pounds, but apparently they’d all gone to muscle.  Unlike my extra pounds.  Bête Bleue is dark, but I still had to do my best, keeping my spare tire out of sight . . . .

The big smile—that was new.  Not his bashful college smile—something more interesting.  When you’re in business—when you’re successful in business, anyway—you’re alert to smiles that have had to be learned.  So good for him, he learned it.  And I can’t deny it was attractive.

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Can Dreams Come True? Part 4

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By Shket36

With English-language editing by Joshua Ryan

Convict “Sanin”:

They took me back to the cell.  “To the wall”, “go”, “hands”, “to the original” – commands that I already carried out automatically.  I thought about my meeting with Nikolai.  I’d really missed someone who knew me, who knew my true interests…  And it seemed to me that Nikolai was proud of me, of how I clearly carried out all the commands of the officers…

So the time passed in thought until the evening inspection. As usual, at the command “on duty,” I stood at attention and made a report.  Then they took me out of the room, put me in position with my head bent against the wall, and examined me and my cell with special care.  But this would not be a normal inspection.  One of the officers who searched the cell shouted that he had found a “cache”!

I was shocked: “How? Where? It can’t be so!”  The senior officer immediately commanded: “Convicted Sanin. In your report you said that you do not have any prohibited items. We found a cache in your place containing a cutting object. This is a serious violation. Your reward is detention in a punishment cell for 30 days. Take him away.”

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