These vintage bondage pictures are from the men of Mr S
Tag Archives: San Francisco
Vintage pictures: Muscles, tattoos and chains
You need something stuffed in that mouth of yours
Hey fag, let’s make this clear: Your mouth exists for one reason and one reason only, and that is to provide me with oral service. And when I am not fucking your face with my cock, I don’t want to hear you complain about how uncomfortable you are in that bondage. Yes, you definitely need to be GAGGED — severely and frequently. It will give you something to think about when you are not sucking my cock.
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How would you like to get spanked in public by the men of Mr S?
Check out what happened a few years back. at the Folsom Street fair in San Francisco:
Pictures from Mr S
Butt pride
Video: Dining out with handcuffs
Now that is it safe to dine out again, don’t forget to bring your handcuffs!
See the full-length VIDEO at Serious Male Bondage
Title of this video: Restaurant Bondage
Remembering Mr. Bratman
The leather community has lost a kind-hearted Old Guard Master.
Mr. Bratman was a true bondage enthusiast who dished out plenty of restraints, discipline and protocol — and lots and lots of love. He grew up in Baltimore and lived in New York City and San Francisco before moving to North Carolina, where he frequently hosted play parties at his facility.
“He died peacefully of complications from his heart condition. He was alert and socially active up until the end,” wrote Dan in an email.
Richter says there will likely be a memorial in the fall.
I spent an entire week with Mr. Bratman in San Francisco back in the early 1990s. He took me out in public every day with a fresh mohawk and a VERY big collar. The picture of myself in front of my then-employer’s corporate headquarters that I posted recently, was taken by Mr. Bratman on that visit! Each night it was a different form of bondage. I’ll never forget those experiences.
I am sharing this with love and respect for Mr. Bratman. There will never be another like him.
— Metal, June 9, 2021
The Jacket – Part 1
By Rubrpig
When I was in my teens, I spent a lot of time cruising the web and one night I discovered a website devoted to men wearing straitjackets. My cock got rock hard as I clicked from one image to another of men tightly strapped into heavy straitjackets.
One image really got to me and that was a very muscular man tightly strapped into a gleaming black leather straitjacket. The jacket was heavily padded and featured straps to make sure he could not raise his arms or shift his biceps. The jacket also had straps that passed between his legs highlighting the bulge in the tight jeans he wore. I copied that image and spent many hours jacketing off staring at that image.
I finished up my college years by being a star lineman on the football team. I had shot up during my teen years and filled out my frame in the gym getting worked over by the strength coaches for the team. By the time they were done with me I was a 6’4” slab of hard muscle. My abs were heavily defined and my pecs jutting out from my torso. The heads of the sorority girls turned when my buds and I walked past them but I did not party as I was focused on my studies and the team.