Shortly after I moved to California, I had my first bondage role play experience. It was with an attractive motorcycle guy named Eric. Both of us were young men, I was 23 at the time and he was 25. We met on a website and worked out the details of the fantasy role play when we determined we were cool. He wanted to be the “top,” he said he didn’t bottom. I accepted.
He came over one weekend night and roleplayed as if he was robbing my apartment, catching me asleep. I had left the front door unlocked so he could walk in. Because we both liked sports gear, I had suited up in football pants and a jersey. He came over in his full motorcycle racing leathers including tight fitting leather race gloves.
He “surprised” me in my sleep and handcuffed me quickly so he could get the scene situated. I got an erection the moment those cuffs were snapped around my wrists. He “warned” me to stay quiet, or else.
Continue reading Tied and Fucked by Motorcycle Boy Eric
I have had a lot of good luck finding items that tickle my fetish fancy on social media marketplaces. In the Spring, I scored 3 pairs of handcuffs from an officer leaving the field from Delaware. A few weeks ago, I found a flat leather duty belt with a black buckle that belonged to an NYPD officer. After talking with him, I ended up buying a handcuff case, radio holster, glove pouch, flashlight holder, key case, and a hidden key clip. He even threw in a NYPD patch and one for his specific unit which was the Counterintelligence Bureau.
Police related gear is my primary fetish but I also have a liking for wristwatches. Earlier this summer I jumped in the pool with one of my favorite watches on my wrist. It hadn’t been properly sealed after a battery replacement and ended up looking like a fish tank. My jeweler did everything he could to salvage it, but the watch was ruined. I was on the hunt to replace my GShock Mudmaster GG-1000. I found one on marketplace that had a dead battery and was located about an hour away from me, right near the area’s military base.
Continue reading Copdar – The MP
By Inmate 35374
I was in jail.
My guess it was between 3 and 4 in the morning. There is a courthouse nearby with an old-fashioned clock that sounded the hour, but I didn’t I remember hearing the bell.
I had finished pissing as quietly as I could in our cell’s piss bucket. I adjusted my orange boxers and snapped up the bottom snaps of my orange jumpsuit. I gingerly shuffled to my bunk. All prisoners wore leg irons, even at night and they could make a racket. I didn’t want to wake my cellmate. We had been moved around the three available cells during our stay, so we had different cellmates, or were alone in solitary. Tonight, my cellmate was Ryan. Ryan is a well-built North Carolina guy a bit over six feet tall. He had half of a thin gray blanket over him from the waist up. It was the start of a hot July, but our cell was exposed to the full blast of the cellblock air conditioner. We both slept in our orange jumpsuits.
Continue reading My Stay at Franklin County Historic Jail
By Bearded Mike
This is a true account of a chance meeting I had a few years back in NYC.
I was on a business trip to New York, and on a morning when I had no commitments I’d been down to Battery Park and was travelling back uptown by bus. It was around lunchtime and the bus was already crowded – people were standing but I was OK and had one of those side-facing seats toward the front of the bus.
I found myself staring at the back-side of a guy who was strap-hanging the same as all the other standing passengers but there was something different about this guy – showing through a back pocket of his jeans I could clearly see the outline of a pair of handcuffs!
My heart was racing, the adrenaline pumping. Was this guy a cop? But he wasn’t in uniform. Was he a collector of cuffs like myself? Or was there some other reason why he was carrying cuffs? I had no way of knowing.
But suddenly I did have a possible way of knowing. Unexpectedly the bus lurched and the standing passengers were jolted to such an extent that “my” guy stepped backward – right onto my foot. He half turned, looked down at me and muttered an apology. I assured him that I was perfectly OK and he went back to his strap-hanging – and I went back to staring at his cuffs. I was fantasising about trying to strike up some sort of conversation with the guy; a perfect opportunity had presented itself when he stepped on my foot, but I’d bottled out and hadn’t had the guts to get into conversation
Continue reading One, Police Plaza, NYC
We were 10 weeks into social distancing and working from home, and my mind had started to wander. The solitude is mind numbing and the loss of play time left me kinky and yearning for something to do.
I’m normally a bondage bottom into leather and metal restraints with interests that have veered toward longer term scenes. I have a collection of leather straitjackets and a sleepsack, but they’re not easy or effective for self bondage. And that’s where my mind was…yearning for that no-way-out head trip, the smell of leather and the feeling of inescapable confinement, which naturally led me to…the Mr S website.
I already have a pretty good collection of their gear – a number of hoods, some heavy irons and restraints. But there I was, horny as hell and staring at one of those things I had tried a number of times and always wanted: the double rigid irons. there were a number of customer reviews that mentioned you could use them for self bondage and there was a video showing them in action. How I wished I was the captive in those irons as the leather hood was laced on. A few clicks later I was staring at the webpage for the delux tight hood. I have a number of intense hoods, but none with the open mouth configuration and I saw that it comes with an option to add a zippered panel and lock. A few clicks later I was looking at the front buckle gag, lockable of course, thinking how great they would all go together.
Continue reading Trapped at the Office
My fetish can be summed in one word: Speedos. But then bondage isn’t far behind. I used to get a hard on simply by driving past sporting goods stores because that’s where you would buy Speedos, when I was growing up. I think an athletic man with a hot physique wearing a tight Speedo is the perfect combination of nature and… well, synthetics, since I like 100% nylon Speedos!
I had my very first orgasm the initial time I ever tried on a Speedo. Luckily it was a friend’s Speedo and I was able to clean up the gooey mess, surreptitiously. I had NO idea what just happened, but I knew it was HAWT. The idea of being tied up was in the back of my mind as well, but it wasn’t until I got my pervy little hands on my own Speedo that I could “practice in,” were the two fetishes able to meet. It’s fascinating what a bit of imagination and a little pretend can come up with when you are a horny teenager and have some rope and a Speedo.
I have long since graduated to more advanced levels of exploring kink. Many years ago I finally got brave enough to let a stranger tie me up, while wearing a Speedo of course. If you read my profile you will see that I will not be tied up without my Speedos, it would immediately kill my erotic drive. However, when I am wearing a Speedo, my tolerance for… well for a LOT of things is amplified. I have visited my share of leather clubs, dungeons, and even small apartments with some makeshift bondage equipment, or simply rope. I have gotten a lot more adventurous as the years have passed, although I have always played safe and have never been truly harmed.
Continue reading My Fetish for Speedos and Bondage
It came from a casual, quiet comment from my partner. He said, ‘We don’t have to use the chair in the cellar all the time.’
We are in Lockdown in our home and, like many people, have a fair bit of time. I am a real bondage guy. Love tight and unescapable restraints and have a collection of sleepsacks and a Fetters Bondage chair as well as a good collection of other toys.
We both enjoy more active sessions too with Estim, impact play but for me I develop an ache for bondage frequently and my partner obliges by doing the last few straps or zipping the sack. Before we got together I used to use Ice Locks for time in my chair, but the real thing is so much better.
I thought about his comment and a picture came into my mind of the chair standing at the end of the garden.
Continue reading Garden Bondage
Many will remember the “19 Days in a Padded Cell” long-term bondage scene, which was extensively documented in real time here on the Metalbond site back in 2013.
If you are not familiar with this true-life experience between “The Warden” and “The Inmate,” or if you would like to read about it again, click here.
Now, Serious Male Bondage has posted an update with even more information, including text, photos and video:
Thanks to Mark of Serious Male Bondage for putting this together!