Check out some of the adventures of this prisoner from Germany who goes by the name of strafobjekt (object of punishment):
By Jaybird
I knocked on the lower level side door of the urban townhouse. It was opened in seconds, and I was invited in to a really cool social space with a wet bar to the right, and a comfy TV viewing area straight ahead, just past the steps leading upstairs. It had been an hour-plus drive and, I, somewhat sheepishly, asked to use the restroom and was shown the way down the short hallway just to the right of the staircase.
These initial social moments always feel awkward to me, which is why I really like to just get started right away. That bypasses the little dance of “who makes the first move.” But I didn’t have long to worry.
I was led into the TV room, then he swung the bookshelf out of the way revealing the play space. WOW. Secret door and everything. We went into a small anteroom just past the doorway that had shelves and milk crates on the wall, and I was given a simple instruction: “Take off your clothes and leave them here.”
Master Cole Blue can’t believe the strength and endurance of his slave-in-training, Max Lorde. Max has the body of a gymnast, lean and muscular, but Cole is blown away by his ability to hang on the cross for hours and absorb a never-ending series of lashes from the single-tail whip. He is like an Olympic athlete of pain, dripping with sweat, every muscle in his body visible and trembling, his hairless skin lacerated, his breathing ragged. Yet he hangs from the wood and takes even more abuse, a true slave who knows his purpose in life is to suffer beautifully and please his master, no matter how sadistic he might be.
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By Cutieboy90
Matt and his buddy TJ stood awkwardly by the big steel door of the warehouse. Matt instinctively covering his flaccid penis with one hand, while TJ didn’t even bother trying to cover his big package. He swung his arms idly as they waited for some sort of instruction.
“We ain’t too early, are we?” TJ asked Matt. Matt shook his head.
“No, we’re right on time. And exactly where we were told to be. They must be running late.” Matt finished with a slight hint of annoyance.
“It’s cool, man.” TJ shrugged. “You know how civilians are. They can’t help it.”
Matt nodded. Of course TJ was right. Adjusting to life after years of structured army life had been difficult for both of them. Matt was glad TJ was always so chill.
POW of POW’s Fiction – Gay S&M Stories sent the information and pictures below, about how he was inspired to build his very own pillory, and how he pulled it off! See below:
I never paid much attention to pillories. But then one made an appearance in A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 07, and it caught my eye. Trying to avoid giving away any spoilers, this (heavily edited) exchange takes place:
Jailer: “How are you holding up in that thing?”
Prisoner: “It’s not comfortable.”
Jailer: “It’s not supposed to be.”
Followed by:
Prisoner: “Can you let me out of this thing?”
Jailer: “Of course I can. But I’m not going to. Under our rules, badly behaved convicts have to be in the pillory for at least five hours.”
That fed right into something that is one of my core interest areas: long-term bondage with some sort of discomfort. Since I don’t know anyone who has a pillory, I decided to build one. Here’s the result:
For the record, I am in no way a competent woodworker or craftsman, but nevertheless I’m pleased with how it turned out. If I could build this, I think almost anyone could. Very little skill required, just make sure you take adequate safety precautions.
A typical pillory rests on a supporting stand. That was more complicated than I cared to attempt, but I had a good alternative: hang it from the steel beam running across my basement ceiling, and attach the sides to the support pillars that hold the beam up. The point is: The essential part of a pillory is the two separable wooden bars with half-holes in each for neck and wrists. Everything else is variable and you can adapt to suit whatever circumstances you have.
Note that whatever support you use, remember to fix only the bottom part of the pillory in place so the top part is free to move.
Measurements are given in inches and feet because that’s what’s available in my local hardware store. Convert to centimeters as needed at 1 inch = 2.5 cm.
Mark all measurements before drilling anything.
I considered applying some sort of stain or sealant but decided I prefer the look and feel of raw wood. If you do want to apply something, this is the time to do it.
If you plan to use this with a partner, you’re done. The wing nuts on the threaded rods will be enough to lock the upper board against the lower one. The prisoner won’t be able to untwist them and set himself free, although the rods are tantalizingly close to his fingers and he will be tempted to try to reach them. He won’t be able to, though it will be fun to watch until he gives up.
If you want to use this for solo play, you’ll need a different way to hold the boards together. Make metal brackets to do the job.
My metal strip came with pre-punched holes all along the center. If yours didn’t, you’ll need to drill a half-inch-diameter hole to fit over the threaded rod.
To use, put your neck into the neck hole but leave your wrists free. Fit each bracket over one of the threaded rods. Lift the top board slightly, just enough to get your wrists in place without dislodging the brackets, then lower the board back down. You should then be able to clamp the brackets into the locked position. Reason for this sequence: it’s difficult to fit the brackets onto the threaded rods with neck and wrists all placed in their holes; much easier to do it with free hands.
Making bends that are more than 90 degrees means that when they’re in place, the brackets apply up-and-down pressure to the two boards and hold them firmly together. That pressure also ensures that the brackets won’t slip loose until you deliberately remove them.
Your setup may vary, but mine works like this. I suspended chains from the overhead beam using S-hooks.
Those chains hold up the pillory using the mounting bolts. Then straps go through the wrist holes and down to the base of the posts that support the overhead beam.
I cranked those straps down tight, and the pillory was fixed in position in up/down and left/right directions. Not shown: I tied the front mounting bolts to the wall studs in front, and the back bolts to a heavy table behind. That fixed the thing in all three dimensions so it could not move or tilt more than half an inch in any direction.
Again, if you’re a more talented woodworker than I am, you can create a support post and feet for your pillory. This version worked well enough for me. The pillory was fixed firmly enough that during my testing I couldn’t budge it; it held me exactly in position no matter how I struggled.
Important safety note, applicable to any self-bondage situation: plan and test and have multiple escape routes. Some people like to use timers or ice locks; I prefer to have an instant out available in case of emergency. House fire, sudden medical issue, whatever the reason, I want to be able to get free quickly when necessary. But within that constraint, I like the bondage to be real and secure. Using the metal brackets as locks meets those criteria. The locks are flush against the wood and easily reachable when needed but otherwise out of the way. Also, releasing either one is enough to get completely free — if my right hand were to go numb for some reason, I could open the left lock, get the left hand out, then reach under and release the right lock.
I ran a bunch of short test scenarios until I was confident everything was working as designed. I even did an hour-long trial run without using the locks just to see how my body would react. It went well. After that I was feeling like I could go considerably longer so I planned a test for real.
I decided on a three-hour sentence. Well short of the five hours described in the Alburquerque story, but long enough. The verdict? Success!
Standing was boring and uncomfortable, but it did not feel dangerous at any time. Comfort-wise, it made for a good mid-range experience. A sleepsack provides very comfortable bondage. When wrapped up snug in one of those you can drift away into a happy sub mindspace and stop noticing the passage of time. A Roman-style cross, at the other extreme, is incredibly uncomfortable. There is no getting into a Zenlike “I’m not here” mental space when hanging on one of those. The pillory, I learned, is in between. I found it to be uncomfortable enough that I could never zone out. I was always keenly aware of the slow passage of time and of my body’s discomfort. But the discomfort was never bad enough that I felt the need to cut the scene short and stop. I never felt in danger of lasting harm. Physically, I think I could have stayed there much longer. Mentally, though, I hit my limit for solo play and would have needed an enforcer to keep me there any longer once the three-hour alarm sounded.
Afterward, my arms were sore for the next thirty-ish minutes, and at first I was unable to lift them very high behind me. Soon enough that passed, and they were back to normal. My neck remained a little bit stiff for several hours, but there were no lasting after-effects from the experience.
I found this to be a worthwhile project, fun to build and fun to experiment with. I learned that a pillory provides exactly the sort of experience that pushes my buttons: long-term uncomfortable bondage. I really did not know how effective the pillory was at delivering that and find myself much more a fan of the device having now given it a chance. A big “thank you” to author Hunter Perez for providing the inspiration!
Metal would like to thank POW for this information and for these pictures! See more from POW by clicking here.
By slavebladeboi
Mike held the crop with two hands and stood back from the fuck bench. The three deep red lines it had just made on Nate’s ass stood out against the pale-pink skin that covered the rest of the boy’s rear end. He was quite surprised that, so far, Nate had chewed down hard on the gag and not made more than a fast exhalation of breath when the crop had bitten into him. Mike was also aware that he was using the length of the riding crop more as a cane than simply smacking Nate with the leather tip, increasing the pain somewhat, to make sure Nate understood the difference between punishment and an erotic beating. Seven more to go.
Stepping back into position, Mike raised his arm once more. There wasn’t any perceptible swishing sound cutting through the air as he very forcefully brought it down, and Nate suddenly jerked forward in his bonds as it landed. His head jolted against the collar, and this time he made a throaty yell through the gag, pulling at the cuffs that were fastened around his wrists.
Mike didn’t pause for long between strokes, maybe two or three seconds, so number five fell almost directly after number four, this time with a louder muffled yell together with a spray of drool and the sound of rattling steel as Nate’s wrists again tugged at the cuffs. Nate was audibly panting. His eyes were screwed tight. Mike knew he needed to make a point but was also aware of not pushing Nate too far too soon. He continued with the thrashing, using slightly less force, but still hard enough to produce a fine set of ten red welts across the tight, up to now pristine, perfect boy ass.
By @reconkayar and @mmmph82
For the opening orders of the competition, Denny is removed bound and gagged from the cart, still tied up, and brought into the tournament opening ceremonies for presentation.
Every team has brought a hostage – they’re all young men, they’re all bound and gagged, and all are scared shitless. It’s then that Denny begins to get really scared. The competition shares some rules and activities with paintball or other competitions like Capture the Flag, but in this tournament the hostages are the prize. The rules say they have to be fully restrained and well gagged throughout – there are penalties for hostages that breach their bonds or manage to cry out.
During play the contestants – warriors from different teams – use their airsofts to eliminate their opponents, but they are also supposed to locate and abduct competing teams’ hostages.
What do you guys think? Check out this vintage shoot from Men On Edge:
Late at night Connor Patricks is always working alone down by the water. When Sebastian assures Van that the coast is clear, they sneak up behind their prey and cuff him to the fence. Connor tries to bribe his way out but unfortunately for him, his perverted captors aren’t interested in money. They tear away his clothes and start teasing his cock. Connor screams: “I’m not that way!” but his cock says differently when it stands rock hard. Connor has clover clamps attached to his nipples as the two pervs use dual hitachi’s on his cockhead. They then suspend Connor in the air with his limbs tied down, as Sebastian feeds Connor a mouthful of cock. Connor’s then bent over as his ass gets fucked with the fucksall. Bound with his legs spread, Connor has his toes licked as his cock is relentlessly edged. A prostate massager is shoved up his ass as the pervs finally milk a load out of Connor’s sensitive cock. The bound stud endures feet tickling and post-orgasmic torment before he’s left helplessly bound.
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