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Held prisoner

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By Straghtjacket

It was a while ago that I responded to an ad in Drummer Magazine. The bondage toy market wasn’t nearly as expansive as it is now and men didn’t talk much about safe words, at least not the guys I hung out with. Well, some did have safewords and that was a distinguishing characteristic between “serious” men and players. I came out to old guard men who taught me the ropes. I was a bottom and essentially a slave to everyone. I had to work my way from being scum to finally earning my leathers.

I was held prisoner by two guys that looked like hairy bearded red necks. They were just as likely to drink a coke in the bars as they were to drink booze. They were the first tattooed men that I had known at the time and they always smelled of cigar smoke.

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In Memoriam: PFC Pflege

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I learned today from Master Jack the sad news that PFC Pflege died recently. I never had the opportunity to meet him in person, but I did communicate with him via email a few times, and I also devoured his many true-life stories that he shared over the years.

A former Marine, Dan was a lifelong bondage fanatic whose passion for adventurous play was well documented over at Master Jack’s website, Bondagezine. He was described as a fun-loving, gregarious fellow who was kind and generous.

“Dan came to me for many scenes until his health wouldn’t permit,” said Master Jack in an email. “We talked all the time, and he sent us huge bouquets of flowers each Thanksgiving and Christmas. He was a warm and wonderful man. I will miss him.”

For a link to Dan’s self-described apogee of his bondage scenes, posted at Bondagezine, click here.

And for Dan’s author page in the Metalbond Prison Library, click here.

 

Metal would like to express sincere condolences to Master Jack on the loss of his longtime friend.

Also, thank you, Master Jack, for sharing this information, and for allowing so many of Dan’s stories to be reposted here.

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Punisher extended wear

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By Pisslurper

I had been gone on a business trip for about 9 days.  I jerked off on Sunday night in the hotel, and vowed not to jerk off on Monday night because I was coming home to my boyfriend on Tuesday evening.  Surfing porn on the internet (especially the hot stories and pics on METALBOND) made me pretty horny.  Before I got on the plane Tuesday, I emailed my boyfriend and asked him to set out The Punisher, handcuffs, and leg irons for me when I got home.  I landed around 9:00 PM and was getting myself worked up on the drive home from the airport thinking about having my cock locked in the Punisher.  This was Tuesday evening, and my plan was to have my boyfriend lock my cock in it when I got home and stay in it until I went back to work on Thursday morning, if I could stand it. My previous record in The Punisher had been 24 hours.  Well, I am writing this on Friday evening, and my cock is still locked in it — almost 72 hours so far, and no end in sight!

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Having Fun With a Houseguest

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Having Fun With a Houseguest

By Collector2

I had a houseguest who brought several different outfits with him for me to try.  The one that really was my favourite was a Rubber Prison made by Studio Gum.  This incredible suit not only totally encloses the wearer in heavy rubber but also has locks built into every zipper pull so once in it you have no chance of getting back out without help.  Accessories include inflatable fist mitts, a number of different inflatable gags, blindfold and a gas mask that also locks onto the suit, rendering it impossible to remove the blindfold and/or gag.  Add a breathing restrictor or a rebreather bag and the possibilities are infinite.  The only thing I would change on the suit would be to add an air-tight zipper to prevent the sweat from leaking out.

I had decided to introduce my guest to electro that evening (I have an Erostek 312)  so I started off the evening by putting my guest into the Rubber Prison, with attached electro cock rings, a suspension harness and leg spreader bar all locked on.  He spent the next two hours just hanging around grunting and yelping as I played with the electro.  By the time I let him down he had a very good idea of how electro works.

As soon as he was let out of the suit the electro cock rings and a large, dual pole, butt plug was fitted to me then I was locked into the still warm and sweaty suit.  The suspension harness, fist mitts and spreader bar were locked in place and I was hung up with my legs pulled up to my back.  Just to up the anti an inflatable butterfly gag and blindfold were added and the gas mask locked on over them leaving me no other focus besides the ministrations of the Erostek.  I was left that way for two hours with the only changes being the varying cycles and intensities of the Erostek, the position of my hands and bouts of breath control.

When I was let down the mask, blindfold and gag were taken off and I was allowed to remove the electro but then the suit was locked back up and I was left to rest for an hour.

Then it was time for bed.  I was taken into the other room and helped into my leather combination sleep sack / straightjacket.  It was laced tight, the gas mask locked back onto the suit, then even tighter straps were all done up.  My arms were crossed and snugged down then every buckle (13 in all) had a padlock added to make sure I “slept tight”  I managed 3 hours that way then my own stupidity reared its ugly head.  Thinking of the lack of possibility of bathroom breaks I hadn’t drank enough before hand and dehydration started to create stomach cramps.  I was released from the sleep sack and mask and given ginger ale to drink, which settled my stomach again then was allowed to go to bed, still locked in the Rubber Prison.  I wasn’t released till after 10 the next morning for a total of more than 12 hours locked in the suit.  I LOVED it and really wish I could do it again, preferably locked in several layers of rubber sleep sacks this time.  Unfortunately, as the suit isn’t mine and the owner isn’t local there is very little chance of that happening again any time soon but one can always dream.  (Anyone else want to help with that one?)

I really want to give a heartfelt thanks to my guest for affording me the opportunity to try this and I hope that he enjoyed what was done to him that week as well.

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Thanks Collector2 for the pictures and information!

 

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Chastity with a hard cup

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You don’t need to spend a lot of money on an expensive cock cage to dip your toe in when it comes to chastity. Just get yourself a cup jock!

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A while back, I challenged a guy on Recon (screen name Developing) who expressed an interest in chastity to wear a hard cup for a whole week, not beat off for that whole week, and to go jogging every day and do lots of pushups, and I asked him to keep a journal about his experiences.

Here is the journal Developing kept:

 

Hey Metal,

It’s Monday: I’m excited that I decided to take you up on this challenge. I definitely got nervous buying the cup jock, but loved putting it on for the first time. I started off getting pretty hard right away, and you definitely can feel the restriction! Can’t wait to see how the rest of the week feels.

Tuesday: Reality set in a bit more today about what wearing the cup jock would mean. Woke up in the middle of the night with a painful hard on, and had to try to think of non-sexy things to get it to calm down. Wearing the cup to work was exciting but put me on edge, I feel like the bulge is obvious in my pants. No one seemed to notice anything though. The run was tough; I liked it because my clothing was tight so the bulge was a lot more obvious, but running was slightly painful. Tuesday night I went out with some friends to a bar and actually forgot I was wearing the cup for a bit, which was actually pretty cool. It’s already started to feel semi-normal for me not to have access to my dick.

Wednesday: Today I felt a lot hornier than before. The jock is starting to smell a bit, which has ended up being a huge turn-on, so I made sure to run in the jock even if I didn’t use the cup. I also love touching the cup, it reminds me of my position but it also mentally is like jacking so it calms down that need a bit. I cooked dinner and basically was humping the counter tops while doing it because it felt so good! Push-ups have been a great way to release pent up energy, and I’m making sure to focus more on form than number!

Thursday: I am horny! I pretty much resigned myself to distracting myself so that I don’t lose my resolve and take off the cup. It’s the first day that I had to actively force myself to stay in it. I ended up not really spending much time on Recon as a result, and doing everything I can to not think about anything kinky. This weekend is going to be tough.

Friday: Went to work as usual, I’m getting so horny that I don’t sleep well at night and I’m distracted during the day. After work, drove to NC to visit my cousin. I was nervous about spending the night on her couch and sleeping in the cup jock but it worked out fine. We went to a club and I danced with one of her friends who definitely felt something in my pants and gave me a weird look but never said anything. That got me going!

Saturday: My dick leaks pretty much non-stop now. The jock smells really rank, I like sniffing it before I hop in the shower. This week feels like it’s been going on forever! I can’t wait until Monday. Spent the day with my cousin, so nothing too crazy happened.

Sunday: Monday is so close. I rub the cup far too often but I need to. Sex is constantly on my mind. I drove back from NC today and felt like I had one hand on the cup for most of the drive. It’s going to feel a little weird not having the cup on after tomorrow, I may wear it occasionally just for fun. I’m also not sure if I want to wash the jock when I’m done with this, I worked hard for that smell. Tied my ankles together like you asked for when I went to sleep — definitely got me going! Made my last night in the jock even harder than usual.

Monday: All day I was in anticipation. When I finally got home from work, it didn’t take me very long at all to finish myself off. My balls ached from being drained after holding it in for so long. I jacked off with the cup over my face like you asked me to do, very hot! Thanks again for this challenge.

Guys, I have said this before and I will say it again. If you are interested in learning about chastity, but you aren’t sure you are ready to invest in a device, get a hard athletic cup from the sporting goods store, or buy one online.

A good source for jocks is Jockstrap Central:

 

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Also check out the Cellblock 13 G-Force, available from Mr S:

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Liberated

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By JocKDieseL

I’ve made several references to the time when I was 19-20 years old and lived a 24-7 Dom/sub lifestyle with John, the man I called my “handler.” I’ll write more about him and our time together, but I wanted to give everyone a reality check on that situation.

Yes, I had some amazing experiences. I felt like a rock star with all the attention paid to me. I was groomed for performance like an athlete or a racehorse. I was worked out, nearly naked almost all the time, measured biweekly and my progress monitored. I was told what to eat, when to sleep, and how to behave. I was dressed in great clothes by my handler John, and paraded around at parties like a trophy. I was to be the picture of raw youth, John’s “diamond in the rough.” I was charming, deferential, devoted, smart, with just enough dirt under my nails to keep me “in my place,” unrefined and sexy, to impress John’s acquaintances. John was proud of me, and I was proud of myself.

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