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This heavy steel coffee table is really a cage
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This heavy steel coffee table belongs to NoEsacpeSlave of Recon. Videos of this cage will be on SeriousMaleBondage site in the future, so stay tuned. This is the real deal!
What a fun experience to feel up a rubber dude when you can’t see him, only feel him!
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!
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Video: HazMat fun with BondageVienna
SeriousMaleBondage has a friend BondageVienna on Recon who loves to play in full-enclosure hazmat suits. This suit is ideal for playing in water – he squirts it right in his face while continuing to breathe easily. The suit is loose-fitting so he’s enjoying the clammy rubber smell and feel, a much different experience than a skin-tight neoprene wetsuit. There’s nothing better than playing in water while wearing rubber gear!
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Male bondage video: Rubber time
Heavy metal shackles at Parus-Leder store
I mean REALLY heavy metal shackles! Mark from Serious Male Bondage sent these pictures, of heavy steel restraints on display at the Parus-Leder shop in Munich.
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Thanks, Mark, for the pictures!
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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 01
By R8080
“You lost kid?”
The car pulled up alongside Alex, a big 4×4 with the dirt marks to show it was used by a local and not some rich mother dropping her kids off at school.
Alex leant on the frame of his broken road bike and tried to make out the drivers face in the shadow of the car. Alex had taken the Friday off work and spent most of the day out on his bike so he could recover the rest of the weekend.
“Broke some spokes and my battery’s dead,” Alex said.
“Where you going?”
“Kings Forest.”
The driver whistled.
“That’s a long way to push a bike,” he finally said. “Hop in. I’ll take care of you.”
Alex began to protest but realised it would be gone midnight before he made it back. A double century, what an achievement he thought it’d be, cycling two hundred miles in a day only to get wrap a wheel around a fallen branch the far side of the turnpike.
“Come on boy,” the driver said impatiently. “Put your bike in the boot.”