Something extremely strange, awesome, intense and confining is being constructed by Soldier Boy and Mark Bind!
To learn more about the “Steel Man Project” click here
Mark Bind is the man behind the popular Men in Chains site.
He is also a repeat offender at Serious Male Bondage
Shown here is foot combat armor made for Giuliano de’ Medici, as a gift from Maximilian I, on display as part of “The Last Night,” an exhibition at the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art running until January 5, 2020. This armor dates back to the year 1515. It includes a metal codpiece, which, according to the museum, is a rare thing to have survived all this time!
You can hear an audio description of the armor shown here — and the codpiece — by clicking here.
Complete exhibition overview here.
Special thanks to my kinky friend David for telling me about this exhibition!
If you are in NYC or are going to be visiting, check it out and let me know what you think!
After a week in residence, the executions of the men who refused to swear loyalty to Earl Robert were dragged out of the dungeons of Wessex Castle and taken to the scaffolds and hung. After the last traitor was hanged, the Earl’s men heard approaching horses and they immediately raised the alarm and the castle garrison took their positions on the walls of the castle.
A group of 4 riders rode up to the drawbridge, and demanded entry in the name of King Henry. One of the riders wore the livery of a King’s messenger and the captain of the guard ordered the gates opened so the men could enter the castle. The King’s messenger and his guards rode into the courtyard and dismounted quickly and demanded to be taken to the presence of the Earl. The messenger was escorted to the great hall where the Earl had just finished eating.
The messenger approached and handed over the message which the Earl opened and began reading. The message was from his King and informed him that he could expect the King and his men to arrive at the castle to break their journey for several days prior to resuming their progress to London where the King would be crowned at Westminster Abbey.
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Thomas stood breathing heavily trying to get as much air as he could through the breath slits in his war helm as he thought about the news he had just been given. He stared through the vision slit in his helm and watched the hall erupt with cheers and congratulations to the new Earl. The celebration went on through the night and he continued to stand behind the Earl’s chair silently.
Finally, the Earl stood up unsteadily on his feet as he had been drinking steadily and turned to the traitor and told him to follow. The two men left the hall and the Earl climbed the stairs to his private chamber with the armoured figure following slowly behind, the armor clanging softly and the chains rattling on the floor as he climbed the stairs behind Earl Robert. Reaching his private chamber he turned and pointed to a straw pallet on the floor beside the door and told the traitor that is where he was to sleep.
He was to sleep outside of his Lord’s chamber and protect him from harm. The armoured traitor responded by saying Yes My Lord. Earl Thomas entered his chamber and slammed the door and Thomas stood quietly and then walked over and knelt slowly and got onto the pallet and fell asleep exhausted from what had been done to him that day.
Continue reading Captured – Chapter 3
Earl Thomas of Wessex groaned as he woke up and sat up on his camp bed. Sitting on his bed, he looked around his tent and watched his two squires working away getting all of their armour ready. He felt sick to his stomach as he always did before a major battle but he knew he had no choice but fight for his king. The King’s army was camped outside of the small village of Bosworth and today, the outcome of the pending battle would determine if the lawful King of England Richard III would remain on the throne or the usurper Henry Tudor would seize the throne if he was victorious in battle. Earl Thomas was one of the King’s generals and one of the most experience battle commanders in England. He stood up and stretched working the kinks out of his heavy muscles.
As he was 36 years old, he had been a warrior for 20 years and it showed in his heavily muscled frame. Twenty years of fighting and jousting in fully heavy armour and chain maille showed in the heavily developed muscles of his body. His squires looked over at him and asked if he wanted anything to break his fast and he told them that he did not feel hungry.
Continue reading Captured – Chapter 1
Jason slowly woke up and stretched, well stretched as much as he could considering he was locked in his heavy armour. He was getting used to being always armed and now that he had been slowly switched to a low waste diet, the need to remove pieces of his armour had declined to only several days a week. Looking back at the 9 months since Sir and himself had left the ranch in California where they had been fitted with their armours had been an intense time due to the changes in not only the way he had to live but also in adapting to being the body servant to his former friend and partner now his Sir.
Their lives had started to settle into a routine. Most days he would get up before his Sir and prepare coffee and start on making breakfast. He was now quite used to cooking and manipulating kitchen tools and equipment with his gauntleted hands. As soon as the coffee was ready, he would pour a large mug and climb the stairs to the large Master bedroom that was now solely used by his Sir. He would knock and enter. Walking over to the bed he would set the mug down on the table and kneel waiting for his Sir to stir, wake and acknowledge him. His Sir usually would get up and stretch flexing his heavily muscled frame. Although Sir was smaller than him in height Sir was still as heavily muscled as he was under his armour. Sir would move over to stand in front of his kneeling servant, unlatch the visor and open the helm that covered his servants head. Jason would then open his mouth and his Sir would shove in his cock and begin pissing. Jason had become very used to being used as the urinal for his Sir and was now very used to the strong rank morning piss that filled his mouth every morning. Once the flow had slowed and stopped, Jason would suck and lick his Sir’s cock.
Continue reading Armoured Dominance – Part 3