Hey fellow prisoners, the popular RubberZone site has just posted an update. Issue 30.2 features tons of fresh pictures, videos and a two-part story called “The Butcher.” Click the image below to check out RubberZone for yourself:
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One of my favorite shoots from Serious Male Bondage, which I am re-posting. This rubber stud used to go by the screen name of CdnBond. He visited Serious Male Bondage and wanted to try vertical stocks, so they set them up and asked him to wear the new latex he got from Mr S in San Francisco. Man, he sure looks hot in his latex! He was locked into the stocks, and not long after he had a telltale bulge in his pants. There’s nothing better than to have an explosive orgasm while in heavy, unforgiving, restrictive bondage. Somehow the restriction seems to amplify your orgasm. And, if you add some tight-fitting latex and a gas mask to your experience, it can take you over the top!
To see more, visit Serious Male Bondage
LOVING these suits from @101Latex shot by @SubGav can’t wait to shoot them with the awesome @BBBehindBarz chastity! pic.twitter.com/YGQHw887YC
— Sly Hands (@SlyHands) August 26, 2016
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By Arealltallboy
Somehow it dawns on me. I’m awake. There isn’t much else making sense right now, but I know that I’m awake, conscious. This isn’t a dream. The next thing that dawns on me is my head, and particularly, me headache. It’s throbbing, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Every beat of my heart feels like a mallet pounding away at the front of my skull. It’s almost enough to drown out the noise around me, which leads to the third realization–noise, of which there is very little. Calming down, working through the pounding sensation in my head, I listen, and aside from a dull hum, I hear nothing. Moving my eyes around, another realization–I’m blindfolded. The surprise leads me to jerk my head forward, only to be met by the sensation of a strong strap holding it down. I’m lying down. There’s no doubt about that. Not only is there a strap holding my head down to this stiffly-padded table, but other straps are holding down my chest, belly, biceps, forearms, wrists, thighs, above and below the knees, and my ankles. I can struggle, but there isn’t much play, nor am I able to extricate myself from this position. There’s something strapped over my nose and mouth. I’d know if it was a gas mask, but this isn’t one. Definitely a blindfold over my eyes, and some sort of breathing mask tightly enveloping my mouth and nose. Meanwhile, this headache.
By lthr_jock
As Clark walked out of the house, Vickers marvelled at the sight of the prison guard wearing head to toe rubber. He knew that the additives he had put in the man’s drink would increase his arousal, but he never anticipated that they would make him so relaxed and open-minded. Talking to Clark it was clearly the same man, just a man with his inhibitions lowered. Vickers watched Clark drive away, then was back onto his computer to review the film he now had of Clark putting on the rubber. He pulled out his cock and stroked it at the sight of the tall, muscled man covering up with the gleaming black rubber. He grinned with pleasure and added the film to his private collection of films of Clark that he had taken since Clark had first come over to collect the Scavenger’s Daughter. Vickers had been very careful with those files – they had been shared with a very few select friends, each time with dire warnings not to share them with anyone else.
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Clark drove home, enjoying the way the rubber moved and stretched with every movement of his body. He was also aware of the sounds that it made as he moved and the strong smell of the rubber – a smell which got stronger as his body heated the rubber up. It was a warm day and although the sun was low on the horizon, it was still enough to make him sweat. He could feel the trickles of it down his body under the rubber and even that served to arouse him. He reached down with his left hand and stroked the bulge of his cock, which was still rock hard under the rubber. Clark loved the feel of the pressure through the rubber without the direct contact and he could feel pre-cum leaking out of his cock.
Clark pulled up short – his reverie had almost made him drive through a red light. He carried on stroking his cock with one hand until a shout disturbed him. He looked to the right and saw the familiar shape of a pickup truck. Leaning out of the window was the same guy that had seen him driving around in slave chains a few weeks before.
JWM sent this picture from Second Life – titled “How Did I End Up Here.” Are there any guys from Second Life who read the Metalbond site? I know Jeb Nicholls does.
