When I visited California recently, I had the pleasure of meeting Bind. It was his idea to be buried in the sand. It was a great afternoon — until the park rangers arrived.

You can look Bind up on Fetlife and on Recon. He’s also one of the prisoners over at Serious Male Bondage

Bryan is gagged and tied down on a dirty mattress. He experiences the excruciating tension of knowing what’s coming when his tight white underwear is ripped off. His sadistic captors make a game of decorating his pert white buns with red stripes, alternating between giving him lashing with a cane and bare-handed spanking. He is spanked, made to suck dick till he gags, finger-fucked, screwed with a dildo fucktool, made to stick his tongue deep inside male asshole and receive cum in his mouth.

To see more, visit Straight Hell

Can anyone guess where these pictures were taken?

A buddy and I have a little bet.  He claims that a whole bunch of you guys will be able to say right away exactly where these pictures were taken.  I, on the other hand, think that it might be more challenging to figure out.

So … who can say where this stuff is on display? The first one to post the correct answer in the comments section below will get something from me. I’m not sure what yet. No cheating!

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For those who can’t stop obsessing over PVC and inescapable straightjacket bondage, John Strickland has written a sequel to Rainy Days In Oregon. The new work is quite lengthy, far too long to be posted here. But here is a “teaser” from it:

It’s Raining Again in Oregon

an excerpt

By John Strickland

From behind, Zac tugged Keagan’s T-shirt over his head.

“Hey!” exclaimed Keagan. “My T-shirt!” he said.

Keagan had a great body. He had filled out a lot since the last year to become athletic and muscular.

“You don’t need a T-shirt,” said Stefan, already picking up the straitjacket. “Leather lining!” he said. “You sure you’re ready for this, Keagan?” He noticed Keagan’s nipples were erect. He noticed Keagan’s crotch was bulging.

“Yeah,” said Keagan, licking his dry lips. “I’m ready!” He offered his arms outstretched.

Keagan’s arms disappeared into the sleeves and the two guys set to work imprisoning him in the brutal-looking straitjacket. Strap after strap was expertly fastened, the broad collar was strapped securely shut around Keagan’s throat up high under his chin. Keagan was breathing too quickly, he had a serious look on his face.

He raised an arm in its heavy brown canvas and black leather sleeve. He looked at the rivets and the double-strength stitching. The long strap dangled from the end.

“This is awesome!” he whispered in an almost scared voice.

Zac was getting hot. He stepped back to unfasten his PVC suit down to the waist. His toned six-pack was just visible.

“Still think you can get out?” asked Stefan, reaching between Keagan’s legs to grab one of the crotch straps, making sure he got a good feel of Keagan’s leather cargos as he did so.

It took Keagan a moment to answer.

“’Cause I can!” he said, but he didn’t sound too confident.

The boy was strapped up further until he reached the point of no return.

The jacket was long. It hugged his hips. The two crotch straps cinched it together between his legs.

Keagan scratched an itch on his nose with his hand in the leather end of the closed sleeve. He felt the steel buckle attached to it touch cold on his face.

“You’re looking good, Keagan!” said Zac.

Keagan was strapped in the jacket snugly. The dark brown canvas was encasing his body, the soft leather lining was gripping him smoothly and evenly. The leather reinforcements looked mediaeval, black and shiny, riveted to the jacket with dull, black rivets. The leather extended over Keagan’s shoulders to form a yoke across his chest. A thick band of leather extended down the front of the jacket to the bottom, where the two crotch straps were attached. It crossed an equally wide band encircling the waist of the jacket.

Keagan had named it “the torture jacket”! It certainly seemed to live up to its name.

“Time to cross your arms, Keagan!” said Stefan.

“Left over right!” said Zac.

Keagan looked nervous, unsure of what he was letting himself in for.

“If I can’t get out, you guys will let me out, right?” he said holding both hands up, encased in the ends of the closed, leather-reinforced sleeves.

“Sure!” said Stefan the vampire. “Don’t worry there, Keagan!” he said.

“You know you can trust us,” said Zac with a reassuring smile.

Who could not trust that innocent face and those soft brown eyes?

The guys didn’t give the boy any more time to think about it. They took hold of the ends of the sleeves and gave them a jerk to get rid of any slack. Zac had hold of Keagan’s left arm and Stefan his right, and they crossed them across his chest, quickly passed the sleeve ends through the dark brown leather retaining straps on the sides of the jacket and just as quickly passed the strap at the end of the left sleeve through the buckle on the right.

Looking at Keagan directly with his penetrating blue “vampire” eyes, Stefan grabbed hold of Keagan’s leather-reinforced elbows and jerked them together. At the same moment, Zac, at the back, pulled hard and clicked the prong of the buckle through a hole in the leather strap he had firmly in his grip. Keagan’s arms were now strapped tightly around him, the sleeves now joined together at the back.

“Tight enough, Keagan?” asked Stefan, again pushing the boy’s elbows together. Zac tightened the strap by one more hole.

“Yeah!” said Keagan. He was shaking.

“You OK, dude?” asked Stefan, concerned.

“Yeah,” said Keagan. “Yeah, - I’m OK!”

His heart was pounding. He could feel his pulse pound in his forehead. As Stefan did up the brown strap around his arms, fastening them to his chest, Keagan felt as though he was going to faint. His knees felt weak.

“You sure you’re OK?” asked Stefan.

Keagan suddenly sagged at the knees. The two guys grabbed him and lowered him to the floor.

“What’s up, dude?” asked Zac. “Jacket too tight?”

Keagan looked up at them.

“No,” he said. “The jacket’s awesome!”

Stefan knew the feeling. He, too, found being straitjacketed so intense his head would spin. The feeling of being so helplessly trussed up with no way of getting out always caused him to go weak as if someone had slipped him some mild sedative.

“Help me up, guys!” said Keagan, recovering.

The two jocks pulled him to his feet.

“Where was your mirror again?” asked Keagan, already heading in the right direction.

He stood there in front of the mirror contemplating himself.

“Awesome!” he said, twisting best he could to try to get a look at the straps down his back.

He moved his arms in the sleeves. The light shone off the shiny leather as it pulled and creaked.

The jacket contained his body and arms from chin to the top of his legs. His black leather pants were just the right thing to wear with the jacket. They matched in perfectly.

Keagan was in the torture jacket.

“Still think you can get out?” asked Zac, plonking his hand on Keagan’s shoulder.

“You couldn’t get out of the sheriff’s Posey jacket last year so you’re hardly gonna get out of this one this year,” said Stefan.

“I’m gonna try!” said Keagan. “You gonna film me?”

The film they made was awesome! Keagan moved into the space behind the sofa and with the light streaming down on him from the window high above, he struggled and fought in the straitjacket. He wrenched his body left and right, he leant backwards, he strained forwards, trying to work a little slack into the sleeves binding him tight. He fell down onto his knees and then further down onto the floor where he rolled around, thrashing and bucking like a true madman. The straitjacket was inescapable, the straitjacket was indestructible. Keagan had no possible way of getting out.

Zac was good with the camera. He filmed Keagan from every angle. He got close-ups of the straps, the twisting leather and canvas. He got close-ups of Keagan’s contorted, sweating face. Zac went up to the floor above and filmed downwards from the railing, showing the straitjacketed prisoner full-length, alone and fighting on the wooden floor. The light from above was perfect. It lit Keagan’s straitjacket perfectly, it showed Keagan’s leather cargo pants to their best.

Stefan and Zac were impressed! The boy fought for nearly an hour before he lay on his back panting, sweating and utterly exhausted.

He looked up at the two cool dudes looking down at him.

“Can’t get out!” he said.

“Admit defeat?” asked Zac, still filming.

“Yeah,” Keagan said, smiling gently. “I can’t get out!”

“Knew you couldn’t!” said Stefan. “Don’t forget I wore it for hours and hours last year. I never got out!”

“You had to wear it,” said Keagan from the floor. “It was a full moon, remember?” he smiled.

They had had fun convincing Keagan Stefan was a vampire. The kid had been really scared out there alone in the cabin in the dark woods with these two kinda weird dudes pissing him around!

Stefan raised his hands like claws as if to attack.

“Aaaagh!” he uttered loudly.

Keagan laughed.

“Gonna let me out now?” he said.

“Let you out?” said Stefan, as though a fully unexpected request had suddenly been made.

“Yeah,” said Keagan, losing his smile a bit. “You said you’d let me out!” he said.

“Yeah,” said Zac. “We said we’d let you out, - but we didn’t say when we’d let you out!” he said.

“You stay in the jacket, Keagan!” said Stefan. “You’re our prisoner!” he said.

Keagan struggled a bit in the sleeves. His arms stayed wrapped around him.

“Gotta take it off me. I gotta get off,” he said lightly and casually. “Mom’s expecting me back for dinner,” he said.

“You’re LY-ING!” said Zac in a singing kind of way.

“You said they’re away,” said Stefan.

“Tyler’ll miss me, though! He’ll get real worried if I don’t turn up” the bound boy said.

“Nice try, Keagan!” said Stefan. “He’s away, too. You told us all that, remember?” he said.

“We skype a lot!” said Keagan.

“Still can!” said Zac. “We’ll sit you in front of the camera.”

“GUYS!” shouted Keagan, rolling over onto his belly and then back onto his back.

“Let me out! Please!”

“Think we’d better let the straitjacket do its job, don’t you Zac?” said Stefan.

“Yeah, we’d better,” said Zac seriously. “This guy’s definitely gone insane!” he said. “Poor thing, - had such a bright future!”

“GUYS!” said Keagan again loudly.

Although hidden by his leather pants and the straitjacket, you could see Keagan’s prick was big and hard.

Keagan was really enjoying all this.

At least for the moment.

“How long do I have to stay in this?” asked Keagan, pushing himself over onto his strapped arms to try to get himself onto his knees. The jacket was long and strapped tight down to his hips. Bending at the waist and getting into a sitting position was almost impossible.

“Need a hand?” volunteered Zac, grabbing the boy by his shoulders. Keagan scrambled to his feet.

“Just calm down and accept it, Keagan. You’re not getting out. We’re not letting you out!” said Stefan.

“For a long time!” said Zac.

“GUYS!” protested Keagan once again. He wrenched from left to right. The jacket creaked.

“I was in it for weeks!” lied Zac. “There’s no way out. We don’t even need to lock it on you!”

“WEEKS?” exclaimed Keagan. “You’ve gotta take it off me, - it’s painful!” he said, pushing against the high collar to look down at his crossed and strapped arms.

“Not true, Keagan,” said Zac. “It looks painful, but it’s not. The soft leather lining keeps you all snug and safe. Don’t forget both me and Stefan have worn it for a long time.”

“Now shut up,” said Stefan, “or we’ll have to lace and lock your head into a leather hood, and you’ll not see daylight for days!”

-end of excerpt-

You can read even MORE works by John Strickland at the Houdini Connections website. ALSO: you can write to the author directly at strapped.jacket@gmx.de and ask (politely!) for the entire sequel to It’s Raining Again. Be sure to mention the Metalbond website in your request to him, and don’t forget to send him feedback.

Metal would like to thank is buddy Mark for his assistance in preparing this excerpt for posting here.

A new bondage porn site — MenOnEdge.com — launches today, Tuesday, May 15. The site features fit, submissive men who are new to gay bondage. Van Darkholme binds them expertly and stimulates them ALMOST to orgasm, but they are denied over and over again. This repeated edging makes them harder than they've ever been. In the end, if they're obedient and lucky, they'll get to blow their loads.

First up is Marc Dylan - The Bodybuilder

Porn superstar Marc Dylan is taken to the limit with extreme edging and brutal bondage positions.

Marc Dylan's physique defies convention. With his rolling biceps, cut abs and huge cock, it's almost enough to make you forget about his bright smile and boy-next-door charm. He gets tied to the sawhorse, blindfolded and his clothes get off. His cock gets hard and he flexes his muscles as he's edged. In the next room his arms get tied back and he is brought to the brink of cumming once again. With his cock still throbbing, Marc is suspended for the first time and endures the flogger over his entire body. Hogtied, he gets his ass and feet caned, pushing him further than he thought he could go. The stud is spread out on a table in bondage. His muscles roll and flex around his body as he squirms from the intense cock stroking.

Finally after a long session of extreme edging, he blows his hot load all over his muscle.

To see more, visit Men on Edge

Today’s chair bondage pictures are courtesy of Max Cita of Caught in the Act

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Roped up in a public bathroom, Maxi Gerard is about to be made Sebastian's bitch. Seb starts by jerking off Maxi's thick cock and then going in for a nibble. In a humiliating climax, he forces the blindfolded captive to eat cum.

To see more, visit Boynapped

Spencer Fox is a cocky Jock who has let the team down and needs to be punished. Coach Tommy Deluca interrupts his workout and implements a new training session for the jock to try out: Situps and forced to kiss the coach’s huge cock every time he comes up. Then the bound jock is tied up in a bent-over position while the coach plugs his butt with a black anal plug. This excites the coach so much he releases a huge load all over Spencer's plugged asshole.

To see more, visit Bound Jocks

Here’s a pic from another chastity slave who reads Metalbond:

… into the deck at Serious Male Bondage , that is!

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Check out the pictures and information from Marknorth:

Dear Metal,

I just bought a used Dainese one-piece racing leathers off of eBay. It arrived in great shape and was about half of what a new suit would have been.

Now, for the part that’ll make you laugh …

I decided to “break the suit in” and wear it for the better part of the day last Sunday. Thought I would throw in the leather restraints to make for a little day in leather and chains. After a few hours, I had to piss. So I unzipped the suit, did my business, zipped it back up – I noticed that it was a little harder to zip, but I didn’t think anything of it.

A few more hours passed and when I tried to unzip the suit, the zipper was stuck (I found out later that the lining got caught in the zipper and it was caught under the teeth of the zipper for the full length). I couldn’t move the zipper even a little bit.

I was literally locked in the suit!

Oh well, I thought – I’ll just relax for a bit and try again. No dice, the zipper was jammed damn good.

I started to get worried – it would have been OK if I could have somehow taken a leak – but that wasn’t happening without getting the zipper unstuck. There wasn’t anything that worked to get it to move at all – I tried pliers and a little screwdriver to get under the lining, etc – but nothing worked. I didn’t want to ruin the suit by cutting the leather along the zipper, but that seemed to be the only option.

Now, I realized it was a case of “be careful what you wish for,” as there was nothing that I wanted more than to actually be locked into something like that – but right then there was no way out of it!

Several more hours passed with no change – I grabbed a bigger pliers and firmly gripped the zipper pull and managed – inch by inch – to move the zipper down.  Then the zipper pull itself came off! The zipper was about halfway down – still not enough to get out of the suit. With a lot more screwing around I was finally able to get the zipper open – but it (the zipper) is completely ruined.

I’ll have to find someone to repair the suit – I know that Dainese will (but I haven’t been able to get in touch with them, yet).

SO what should have been a fun day of leather fun turned out to be a little more “real” than I was expecting.

Now I am going to have to come up with a way to actually lock that zipper so I can re-create that experience without wrecking the suit, again. It would be nice if I could get them to put in a two-way zip so I could open the bottom section of it to piss – leaving the top section (up at the neck) locked. No way to get it off, but able to wear it for a long time.

Anyway – thought you might get a kick out of it!

—Marknorth

Thanks, Marknorth, for sharing this adventure!

Drake Temple endures relentless mind control and gives in to Josh West's humongous cock.

Drake Temple is bound as a prisoner in Major Josh West's office after sneaking around the army base. Drake is a smart-ass, so Josh strips him and tortures his balls. He edges Drake as he questions him but Drake doesn't give in. Blinded and shoved in a cramped room, Josh invades Drake's mind. The unwilling prisoner endures relentless mind control. Josh convinces the straight prisoner that he loves cock and makes Drake suck his huge dick. When Drake resists he gets electricity on his cock and thighs. Josh pulls Drake out of the room and ties him to his desk giving him a hard ass caning and an even harder fucking. He fucks Drakes load out of him and cums on the prisoner's face, finally making him say he loves the cock.

To see more, visit Bound Gods

Here are some illustrations by the artist RH

Thanks RH for the fantastic artwork! To see more from RH click here.

A hot stud gets pissed on and gang fucked in a public restroom

Randall O'Reilly owes the local gang some money, and yet they still manage to catch him on a brand new motorcycle. Randall tries to lose the thugs in an abandoned bathroom that's now used for cruising, but he's found out pretty quickly and made me to pay. They strip him down and fuck his face, but he's a fighter and manages to punch and kick them off. He's restrained again and suspended in the bathroom stall as the gangsters fuck his ass and piss all over him. Then they take him over to the urinals and cum all over his face. Apparently the debt is still not paid off so they drag him out to collect some more from him.

To see more, visit Bound In Public

Tristan Jaxx stuffs his fat cock into Jake Steel's ass through the glory hole as the public watches.

The local cruising arcade is under new management; the glory holes are boarded up and the price has been raised through the roof. When Jake Steel busts in the arcade and harasses the guys cruising for loitering, they get fed up and take him down. In front of the other customers he's stripped down and beaten before they lock the door and fuck his ass in front of the window. Tied up, they move him back to his boarded up arcade, rip open the glory holes, and fuck him through one as a cock gets fed through the other. A gang fuck on the shop counter and all the cruiser's loads on his face teach this shop owner a lesson he won't soon forget.

To see more, visit Bound In Public

The beloved Rob Cline, aka mdbndgboy, passed away recently. I am told that he had been struggling with the ALS-type symptoms since last fall.

Rob was one of the sweetest, most affable men I have ever known.

He was also quite kinky, and he was also a real exhibitionist. I remember one Delta when he spent the first 48 hours tied up and blindfolded. Each December he would send out his famous Christmas cards, with pictures of himself in various forms of restraint over the past year.

Rob was active in Delta, the 15 Association (Bootcamp), the New York Renegades, the Philadelphia Bondage Club, plus just about any other ‘gathering’ you can think of. He appeared in Drummer, Bound and Gagged and several other magazines over the years.

He also wrote a book, How I Became America’s Most Requested Bondageboy , which is available on Amazon kindle.

A hot guy wearing an athletic singlet gets tied up and gagged at Straight Up Guys .

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Something tells me this dude does not have any broken bones.