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Metalbond A to Z: Mister-X / Spartan
Another great friend and contributor to the Metalbond site is Mister-X / Spartan!
He is one sick, twisted fuck — and he is often a featured bondage model over at Serious Male Bondage. He’s also author of many fantastic stories, which can be found right here on this site, in the Metalbond Prison Library.
To see many featured content from Mister-X / Spartan, click here.
To read his stories in the Metalbond Prison Library, click here.
Thanks for keeping it hot, Mister-X / Spartan!
The Small Room
Check out what happens to this captive over at Serious Male Bondage!
You can see more like this over at Serious Male Bondage
Erector set bondage
Or perhaps this should be called “erection set” bondage:
It’s just another day at the office over at Serious Male Bondage
Trapper Smith trapped in Z-Cuffs
In these images, Trapper Smith is locked in the unique RigidCuff ‘Z-Cuffs’ available from www.cuff24.com.
You can see more of this over at Serious Male Bondage
Rank amuses himself at the expense of his rubber slave
In the secret chambers of the SeriousBondage Institute, Rank (Recon) amuses himself at the expense of his rubber slave, who is cocooned inside of an inflatable StudioGum bag.
These and other intense scenes can be found on SeriousMaleBondage.com.
Undercover – Chapter 5
By lthr_jock
Jim kept his head down and moved along the road as fast as possible, eyes fixed on the pavement, only glancing up to try to see a street sign and to avoid walking into people. Even so, he attracted attention very quickly as people noticed the collar and wristbands standing out starkly against his skin. Worse, his cock was being kept solid down his right leg by the cock-ring was a noticeable bulge in the bleachers and he heard several shocked comments.
After what seemed like an age, he got to the end of the road to where he could see a street-sign. Ignoring the road name, he looked quickly at the post-code on the sign — NE9 — bloody hell, he was miles from home. He shoved his hands into his pockets and found nothing inside. Without money he couldn’t even get a tube, bus or taxi. Jim shivered at the predicament he was in, chose a roughly south westerly direction and kept walking.
