Because I keep some old porn mags next to the cage and he found the stash.
Because I keep some old porn mags next to the cage and he found the stash.
Who remembers Bondagegate?
Sadly his blog is long gone, but damn it was hot with great pictures and great first-person accounts from his prisoners.
This is me tied up securely several years back by rcbondo. If you look closely you can see the birthmark on my right arm.
Those who were around in the mid 90s might remember the Men of Discipline. Here are some pictures I stole off their website a long time ago:
If I remember correctly, they had chapters in NYC, Washington DC and San Francisco. I used to secretly watch two of their founding members, Julio and Tom, walking up and down the Christopher Street piers on Sunday afternoons.
The first leather hood I ever owned, worn by a close friend. I bought the hood at the Leather Man on Christopher Street. I still have the hood. And the friend.
Before Al Gore invented the internet, I had to go to the adult bookstore for gay bondage porn stories. That’s how old I am. One of my favorite periodicals was Manifest Reader, and this is my favorite issue because of a story it had about a traveling handcuff salesman who gets tricked into overnight bondage by a hitchhiker.