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10 Days in Detention – Part 31

By socalbd

After moving into the bedroom I stripped Matt out of his jock strap and tied him spread eagle to the bed. His cock was still at full mast and pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. He was still blindfolded and highly responsive to the slightest touch as I worked to secure his wrists and ankles to the corners.

I stripped down and climbed onto the bed and scooted up next to Matt so our bodies were touching with my right arm between his head and the pillow. My cock was pressing against his bare skin and the pre-cum was keeping me hard as I gently moved it up and down the side of his body. My left hand was moving up and down Matt’s chest and abs making slight contact with his skin. Matt’s breathing was regular but heavy.

He was enjoying this as much as I was. For the next ten minutes I just continued what I was doing without any verbal interaction. Every now and again my left hand would stop on one or the other of his nipples and give them extra attention which would make Matt moan and his cock pulse faster. I also made a point to run my fingers along the chain collar grabbing the padlock from time to time. I was still wearing the chain collar Matt locked around my neck before dinner. I felt he should be the one to remove it when the time was right. For this evening, we belonged to each other.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 30

By socalbd

Matt and I were kneeling hooded and cuffed next to each other in the center of John’s dungeon having been just delivered there after our weekend at Daniel’s property. The chain collars were also still locked around our necks. We talked for a few moments and had agreed on Matt coming home with me to spend the night as it would give us a chance to talk about the weekend. That’s when the door leading from the dungeon into the house opened.

We stopped talking and waited. The door closed and I felt someone walk over to us. The hood was pulled off of my head and John was standing in front of me. He was dressed in what I started to call his trademark look of camo pants, a black tank top, barefoot and looking hot as usual. He leaned in to me and rustled my hair with his hand. He gave me a smile and nodded his head yes up and down several times. I felt like I had his approval.

John stepped to his side to be in front of Matt and he pulled off Matt’s hood.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 29

Note from Metal: This is the latest chapter in a long-running series here on the Metalbond site. It’s not necessary for you to have read previous chapters for this part to make sense. But if you would prefer to start at the very beginning, click for Part 1.

By socalbd

The sun was peeking slightly through the barn offering only a glimmer of light when I work up. Matt was lying next to me sound asleep with his head on my stomach. I didn’t want to move too much so he could continue to get his rest. We both were still completely covered in caked on dirt from the mud pit experience yesterday that Daniel and the guards created for our benefit. We both had a stench.

Matt started to stir and opened his eyes looking up at me.

“Good morning, handsome,” he said to me.

“Good morning, to you, too, handsome. You stink,” I joked.

Matt pulled himself up into a sitting position and moved towards the wall of the stall to lean back against it. After he was free of me I did the same thing sitting next to him. Our wrists were still cuffed at our sides connected to the waist chain with leg cuffs on our ankles.

Although awake after a full night’s sleep I still felt really tired and close to exhaustion after the weekend’s activities. We weren’t done yet, either. A few more hours were left for us to get through today.

“How are you feeling, Matt?”

“I’m tired. You?” he replied.

“Exhausted. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through today.”

“You will make it through. You won’t have a choice.” Matt was chuckling as he said it.

We both sat silently for a while until Matt spoke up again.

“I really am sorry, Dave,” he said.

I looked at him for a moment before asking, “For what?”

“What I said to you while we were staked out,” Matt continued. “I really was being a sadistic SOB to you. I shouldn’t have been that rough on you.”

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10 Days in Detention – Part 28

By socalbd

I was half asleep most of the time in the pit.   Even though it was dark it wasn’t completely black out conditions and my eyes adjusted to some vision after a while. Matt was still lying next to me with our shoulders touching. The sweat was pouring off of us with the pit becoming hotter as the day progressed. Our chests were slick with sweat and the camo pants we were wearing became damp from the sweat. It was impossible to wipe the droplets from our faces with our hands cuffed behind our backs. Every now and again a bead of sweat would end up in my eye and the stinging sensation would catch my attention.

Matt and I didn’t talk much to each other after our initial conversation when first placed in the pit. Every now and again we would smile to one another, put a head on the other’s shoulder or share a kiss. They were simple gestures of encouragement that didn’t take much energy.

I knew I was starting to get dehydrated in the heat and I could tell Matt was getting to that point, too. Neither of us had even had to take a piss the entire time we were in the pit which I guessed was dragging on to late morning or noon time.

We both sort of sat up when we heard sounds outside the steel door above us. My shoulders were aching and on fire from having the wrists cuffed behind my back without any relief for so long.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 27

By socalbd

“If you can sleep at all, we should try to doze off for a while,” Matt suggested.

I nodded my head in agreement and looked straight up at the evening sky. It was a nice night out. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a fitful sleep.

There was a shooting pain to my balls that woke me up unexpectedly. I yelled loud enough to startle Matt spread out next to me. When I gained my composure I saw Daniel standing over me with his boot on the rope leading from my balls to the stake. He was looking directly down at me. He placed his full weight onto the rope again pressing it down into the dirt and eliciting another scream from me as the rope pulled on my balls.

It was still dark out. I had no idea what time it could be or how soon before the sunrise would take place. My shoulders were on fire from being stretched and my balls were aching from the abuse Daniel was inflicting.

“That’s enough,” I heard Matt say to Daniel.

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Edge Dungeon: A Short Recap of My Weekend Experience

By socalbd

I recently had the opportunity to experience The Edge Jail and Dungeon with a group of like-minded bondage friends. The facility is amazing. The jail is a legitimate cellblock setup. The dungeon has a variety of gear and equipment for use. Even after being home over a week, now, the mental high hasn’t worn off yet. The experiences our group was able to have were highlighted by the jail setup. If you’ve seen photos on the web site and wondered if all of that was real, it is real … very real. When the cell door closes, you are in jail.

The owner and the guys that helped build it put a lot of thought into what they conceived. I was constantly surprised by the smallest details that were there to be found, used and enjoyed. Great work! A Yelp or TripAdvisor review didn’t seem appropriate for this experience. We would give it 5 stars if we could. So in lieu of that this opportunity, thanks to Metal, I want to share some of the experience.

Here are a couple of examples from my inmate experience over the long weekend.

the Edge Jail and Dungeon



My one bondage buddy and I arrived before the rest of the group. We made better time on the drive. Since the two of us were to initially be inmates to the “guards,” we were strictly forbidden from entering the jail space of the facility when we arrived. Our host gave us a tour of the rest of the facility on our arrival minus the cellblock.

Once the rest of the group arrived and we got settled in after unloading the cars and sharing a meal together, those of us that were to initially be inmates were herded into the dungeon space along with the stack of inmate clothing we were going to be wearing shortly. My buddy was the first to be taken to his cell.

When it was my turn I was roughly turned around, handcuffed and had a capture hood placed over my head and cinched tight around my neck. I couldn’t see anything. I was walked, more like pushed and manhandled, through the facility to the cellblock and into cell #2. I was stopped inside the cell and after a moment I heard the clanging of the cell door close behind me. I was then ordered to back up slowly toward the bars.

One of the guards reached through the bars and removed the capture hood. What I saw in front of me was the cinderblock of the rear of the cell, painted in a two-tone institutional color call out. The stainless steel prison toilet and combination sink unit was mounted in the right rear corner. To my left was the cot. A thin plastic mattress was covered in an institutional sheet as was the very thin plastic pillow. A coarse, dark grey blanket was folded at the end of the cot. Also on the cot was my prison uniform – orange pants and short sleeve shirt, white undershirt and briefs, white socks.

I was ordered to lift my wrists slightly for the handcuffs to be removed. When the left cuff was removed I had to put my hand on top of my head. After the right cuff was removed I was standing still facing the back wall with my hands on my head and fingers interlocked.

This inmate was then ordered to turn around and strip naked. Clothes were to be folded neatly and handed through the slot including the shoes I was still wearing. I immediately complied. Once I was naked I stood facing the guards with wrists again behind the head and fingers interlocked. I think they got some fun out of seeing this inmate standing there awaiting their next order. I was staring at the very real cell door. It was a legitimate jail cell door, and I was in a legitimate jail cell with cinderblock walls and a concrete floor. This was real.

I was finally ordered to get dressed. When I was finished I was ordered to approach the cell door and stick my wrists through the slot. My wrists were placed in regulation handcuffs. Next I was ordered to lift each ankle individually toward the cell bars. Regulation ankle cuffs were applied. The guards then left. There I was handcuffed, leg cuffed, in orange prison uniform behind a real jail cell door. I had to test the bars, of course. Nothing was budging. I was in for the duration.

Three feet in front of me was a solid wall that ran the length of the cell block. From my cell my view was that wall. I couldn’t see anything else. Even standing at the cell bars it was me and the wall. I could talk to my buddy in cell #1 but that was it. I was alone in my cell.

Eventually I decided to sit on the cot facing the bars. The reality sits in quickly. All I can see are the three cinderblock walls, the cell bars and sliding door, and the wall across from me. The cell was about 5-by-9. I could touch both side walls at the same time with arms outstretched if I wasn’t handcuffed. There was very little floor space left given the space the cot took up. The ceiling was lower in the cell than in the cellblock hallway. It was probably that way by design just to reinforce the reality of the situation and make an inmate feel that much more caged. The wall colors, the cell size, the steel bars, the lack of space in the cell were all mental reminders of what being a caged inmate was about. This inmate was doing time. You get in the headspace very quickly, especially with guards who are playing the part effectively with protocols, voice tone and physical power over you. Even the toilet is designed to be intimating. It’s stainless steel with just the molded rim to sit on. I quickly realized without a “seat” that pulls down even going to the bathroom as an inmate is different than in any other place — home, hotel, public restroom, anywhere one has to do their business in the outside world. This is all meant to reinforce the loss of freedom.

Eventually everyone was in their cells or confinement for the night. I can’t give it all away. It would take away from the first-time experience. When it was time for lights out, the lights dimmed low and I crawled under my very coarse blanket looking back and forth from the ceiling to the bars to the far wall and repeat. I was alone. I signed up for this. I asked for this. I craved wanting to know what this experience was like. This was just the beginning as I drifted off to sleep.


The facility has a solitary confinement cell. It was built in the mode of Alcatraz. There is a solid steel outer door with ports to open to look inside. Once inside the outer door there is a two-foot gap before the interior jail cell door meant to keep the guards safe from the inmate when the outer door is open. This makes the interior inmate area about 5-by-7. Attachment points are cleverly arranged throughout the cell to provide the guards with ample points to lock down the inmate.

One of my not so brilliant requests prior to our visit was to spend 24 hours locked in solitary. I’ve done 12 hours in a similar situation a few years back in a 4-by-8 space, locked in and alone. The headspace I went through in those 12 hours was amazing. My bondage buddies knew how much the solitary cell meant to me. I tend to like endurance positions and long stretches of bondage without contact to drive home my helplessness. They were ready and willing to provide a final day experience I wouldn’t forget.

On that final day around 1 in the afternoon I was taken to the solitary cell for some play. I was dressed in the orange prison pants and shirt and socks. B strung me up standing with wrists above head at either end of a spreader bar. Feet were free to move around and there was some slight slack in the overhead chain to the spreader bar. He returned with boxing gloves, which he used on me for a while. He had a lot of pent up aggression to get out it seemed. He then left me for about 30 minutes with both doors closed and minimal lighting on. When he came back it was time for a repeat session with the boxing gloves. He didn’t really say anything to me. His eyes boring down into my soul and his relentless strikes to my body did his talking for him. He left again for an hour, I think.

When he came back he asked how I was doing and I said ok. He said he wanted me to stay like that for as long as I could with my wrists in the spreader bar above my head. Did I mention he had collared me the night before? It was a nice thick, chain collar and a large padlock around my neck. He told me to make him proud. He would come to check on me. In all I think I was like that for three to four hours. He said I was a stud. B is hot!!! This period of time I was sub to him he owned me as much mentally as he did physically.

B was good enough to do welfare checks. He’s good like that. He understands the head space of keeping up the dom/sub dynamic but also understands the trust between the two players that is necessary to keep the sub knowing he is safe even when being physically and mentally challenged.

B eventually released me from this position, letting my arms down and taking me out of the cuffs and spreader bar. He ordered me to my knees and to lick his boots. I complied readily. Next he ordered me to take my cock out, jack off on his boots and then lick it clean. Again, I happily complied. B owned me.

He then said, “What now, stud?” I was horny. The cellblock was slightly on the cooler side, so most of us were always in some sort of clothing throughout the weekend. However, I was clearly in the zone, as it were. I suggested being stripped naked even though it was slightly cold in the space and to get chained spread eagle to the back cinderblock wall of the cell. He smiled at me and ordered me to strip while he got what he needed. I was chained to the wall naked, spread and had a capture hood cinched around my neck for the next couple of hours. There was some play, but also long stretches left alone again in the locked solitary cell.

When released from that I was given my clothes back and provided a dinner of a couple of protein bars, pretzels and water. No restraints were placed on me, and I was left in the cell again for maybe 90 minutes.

When B came back and told me I would be in for the duration until tomorrow morning so I could get what I wanted … hours in solitary. He gave me two blankets, put steel on my wrists and ankles and left. At no time did he open the jail cell door between us. Everything was done through the slot. I did my best to prepare myself for the night. The light was still on. Time is funny. I think I knew what time it was, but I really had no idea. In the cellblock, and in solitary, there are no clocks, no windows and no way to know what is happening outside.

Guard J checked on me about an hour later. J is another bondage buddy I trust implicitly and he has my number when it comes to my mental state and bondage. I had time to think about being alone in solitary all night before J did the welfare check. By then I was super horny and I was thinking about what I said I had wanted to do if I were able to experience this exact situation. I said I wanted to go all in. He knew what that meant. Within ten minutes I was naked and in my five way shackles I had brought along on the trip just in case this opportunity presented itself. J let me know there would be no release and no further in person checks until morning. We guessed it was about 10 at that point. Also, five minutes after J left he told me the lights would go out and send the cell into total pitch blackness. And that’s what happened.

Sleeping on the concrete floor on a blanket double-overed gave me some relief from the cold floor but no relief from how hard the concrete is for a body to lie on it. The other blanket went around me. Water and a piss bottle were left for me, both of which I had to get out of the blanket and find a couple of times in the pitch blackness during the night. Then I had to somehow figure out how to get back into my “bed” and of course navigate the small space (5-by-7 interior cell) while taking care of my bodily needs. And of course, each time I had to do that I was out from under the blanket, naked in the cool air, shackled and slightly bent over standing, bare foot on the cold concrete floor.

It got colder and colder in the cellblock throughout the night. To my mind I wasn’t getting much sleep. I thought I was actually awake most of the night. I didn’t realize when I woke up from time to time. It was very strange. In the pitch blackness of the cell when my eyes were open I saw black. When I closed them I started to see dancing colors. It was all very strange. The cold, the dancing colors in my eyes, the inability to get comfortable in any way at all, and my body hurting physically from lying on the hard concrete through the blanket, I was regretting this situation at times. Why did I want this? It’s the head game again. Be careful what you wish for, you might get it. It was delivered to me by my friends. It was a long night.

When J came to release me in the morning he said it was 8:30 AM. I was surprised. I thought it was 6 at the latest. Time is funny when you are locked up. From 1 in the afternoon the day before until 8:30 the next morning I never left the cell from the time I entered. And I got what was probably 10.5 hours of solitary with the lights out, naked and full body shackles. It sucked!!!! Doing the overnight in those conditions was not fun.

And I would do it again… and longer!


Metal would like to thank socalbd for the report!

The pictures above are courtesy of The Edge. Official website here.

The Edge jail and dungeon

10 Days in Detention – Part 26

By socalbd

I woke when I heard the stable gate open. Shirtless guard walked in. It was the only way I knew him and each of the three guards always were dressed the same as if it was their personal uniform to either be shirtless, in a tank or tee. I think shirtless guard took pride in his ability to humiliate me or at least try to.

He walked with purpose towards me and commanded me on my knees. I complied. He took out a set of keys and removed one of the handcuffs from in front of me before securing my wrists behind my back.

“It’s feeding time, pig,” he scowled at me. He used one of his boots to clear away a portion of the hay and dust from the concrete floor. He then left the stable and disappeared for a moment in the barn. When he returned he had a plastic container in his hands. He lowered it within my eyesight for me to look at. It was some type of beans with other unidentifiable ingredients in a thick sauce. I looked at the food and then up at him. He had that smirk on his face again that I’ve determined is never good. He took the container and tipped it upside down so the food fell out and landed in the open space on the floor he made with his boot. He made sure to tap the plastic container on the floor so all the food came out.

“Pigs eat from the floor,” he said. I just continued to kneel looking at him and then the food on the floor and back again.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 25

By socalbd

It wasn’t all that late in the evening when I was taken from John’s place by van to Dan’s seemingly remote camp. I’m guessing it was only about 10 PM when I was placed in the sludge pit. He instructed the guards that took me to make sure I was here until dawn and make the experience effective. Dawn was over 8 hours away.

The sludge was slimy, gritty, dirty and smelly. It had splashed onto my arms and face from the water bucket toss and had dried cake like on me. Any time I moved the upper arms or my head I could feel the tug between the dried sludge and my skin. Below the sludge line my entire body and every orifice felt like the slimy concoction had made its way in. If I wriggled, and I did that a lot, it just made it worse. I couldn’t help but move. My jaw line was resting on the top of the sludge.

Every now and again I slightly lifted myself up a few inches which created a small wave of motion so when I dropped back down again there was a ripple effect that would almost cascade towards me and possibly into my mouth if I wasn’t careful. I hesitated to attempt any sleep as I thought nodding off would have my head tilt forward and the sludge would make its way into the mouth. Keeping me so low to the sludge surface made sure I was going to have to stay awake, spend physical energy and endure this setup.

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