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.
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.
By lthr_jock
Clark stared straight ahead at the clock – not that he had much choice. The collar of the helmet was rigidly locked in place, and the helmet was so tight around his head that he couldn’t move inside it. Vickers had left the room in darkness except for the spotlight on the box and a smaller one illuminating a clock face opposite Clark. Apart from closing his eyes, Clark had no choice but to watch the clock slowly counting down the minutes.
The hands of the clock seemed to move like someone wading through tar. By the time Clark had been in there for 15 minutes, it felt like far longer. Already he knew he was in trouble. With his arms locked behind him, his muscles were cramping painfully. His heavy biceps and shoulders worked against him and made the bondage more secure. He tried to move, but he could do little but twitch inside the box. The chains restraining his chest and waist were heavy and solid, and he couldn’t move them an inch. His legs were locked securely in place, and their positioning meant that his back and arse were forced further into the rubber of the chair. He couldn’t even wiggle his arse, as the rubber tube that had been pushed up inside him was also solidly in place.
Hey prisoners, check out these pictures of rts — author of Trainer’s Boi’s and many other bondage stories here on Metalbond and other sites.
Of course, I prefer to get RTS locked in rubber gear with his hands free, so he can write more bondage stories!
Rts also has his own author page here on Metalbond. Click here.
The guys at SeriousMaleBondage love wearing head-to-toe latex. Their sightless rubber hoods turn up the intensity of the experience and force them to grope each other. Then they raised the ante by lashing their subjects together in a 69 position with long strips of rubber. Hot!
Check it out at SeriousMaleBondage.com.
By R8080
“Morning boi.”
Alex looked up as he heard the heavy padlock of the cage being removed and the door opened. He backed out, and his neck was tugged by the thick chain he was still attached to. His Master crawled into the cage as Alex panicked in his early morning haze.
It all came back to him as his Master straddled him in the small confines of the cage and kissed him deeply through the rubber dog mask. His cycling, the journey to the farm. He let his arms, bent double in the gimp suit, touch along his Master’s side.
Unlocking His boi, Alex’s Master helped him out of the cage and gently began extracting Alex from his predicament. He pulled the tail out of Alex’s ass, the attached butt plug now dry. Alex sighed into his hood as he felt the invader vanish. Unzipping the suit, Alex felt the cold rush of air against his skin and shivered as the suit dropped away. He stretched his arms as they were freed, the tired muscles enjoying their new range of motion.