The slave pictured above, slaveforlabor, is the real deal. These pics (shown here with his permission) are real and from real service. I have met this slave in real life. In the past, he has been pictured on the Metalbond site, in several illustrated stories by FirefighterSIR. You can also find his profile with much more about him, on several other sites.
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This is a historic prison — arguably just as significant to the history of incarceration as Alcatraz.
You can visit Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia. The self-guided audio tour is very informative. You can even learn about how inmates had sex behind bars!
Official website here
“This truly unique private space is available for anyone to further explore fetish and BDSM desires and make fantasies into realities.”
Official website here
Thanks to Mark of Serious Male Bondage for passing along the link!
Ripley’s Believe It or Not in Times Square hs all sorts of torture and bondage devices on display!
This is cool. If you are a fan of gay bondage porn like I am, you guys will no doubt recognize Dallas Steele from various shoots at Titan and Bound Jocks:
Mr. Steele was recently profiled in the New York Post, of all places, in an article titled “I became a porn star because I hated my TV news job.” Read the article by clicking here:
You can view Dallas Steele’s content at Bound Jocks by clicking here.
Also check out some of his “greatest hits” over at Titan:
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.
In Hampton, Iowa, of all places …
“Spend an hour … or a day … or a week in a real jail,” the site says.
Official website here.
By PFC Pfledge
We all remember when we first had an interest in bondage, and the first time we were tied up. You wouldn’t be reading this account if you aren’t interested in being tied up, or tying other guys up. I was first tied up when I was younger, then a number of times during high school, when I was a teenage wrestler. I loved wearing those skin-hugging tights, showing a huge bulge, as my buddies, Steve and Peter, would hogtie me.
In college, I had a lot of bondage at the hands of a local high school senior, ostensibly straight, but who enjoyed tying me up in skimpy Speedos, and being tied up himself, on his knees, to a post in my parents’ basement. When I was in the Marine Corps, and stationed in Hawaii, I was tied up in a tight spread eagle almost every night in the last three months of my enlistment. I also tied up my tormentor, David, many times, too. We wore the smallest possible Speedos in the hot Hawaii climate, and neither of us “noticed” the other guy’s straining bulge and packed, smooth curve of my or David’s crotch.
