Blog reader Bob sent this, he says this happened at Beck's Motel in San Francisco:

Falco is completely helpless and waiting for the masked guy. His hands and feet are chained and he can do nothing when the man starts to touch him everywhere. Then he gets his pants pulled down. The guy cuts the shirt and begins to wank his victim. Falco struggles, fights and spits at Elias. Not a good idea! He feels the whip immediately.

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A blog reader sent this picture of himself locked in a seed pod:

You can get one like this in STEEL or ALUMINUM from Mr S

OK let's try this again.  Here’s a different example what goes on over at Chained Muscle:

Greg could not believe that his once virgin hairy body would be subjected to this hideous nightmare of bdsm.  His heart was racing with each thrust of the soldier’s hard cock up inside of his ass.  The pain was unbearable.  He had to try to keep his wits about him or else he would go insane.  He tried to remember the good old days of high school sports and his friend who would try to molest his then slightly hairy body.  During his puberty years his body hair started to grow especially his last two years of high school.  His chest hair was fine and still a little thin except at the lower abs and the trail to his bush.  His cock and balls grew to normal sizes and he would get erections sometimes at the wrong time.

Now however, this torture was becoming too much, or so he thought.  The soldier stopped the ass assault and turned his attentions to the front of Greg’s nude body.  He knelt down so Greg could watch; taking his erect penis into his mouth the bastard began to suck.  He ran his tongue along the shaft and licked the head which sent arousal tension through Greg’s penis.  He wanted to cum but each time he was ready the soldier would stop and slap his penis or pull it to the point of making Greg tear up.  The commander stood across from Greg and watched as the maddening torture continued.  The soldier would turn his attention to the major’s hairy sack of aching balls below the erect penis and would suck on them and bite them.  He would take the balls into his hands and pull them apart within the sack as far as he could and then without warning he would kick them or take his fist and slug him hard.

The commander spoke, "Major Boyington are you ready to talk?"  "Hell NO, go FUCK YOURSELF!!!!"  was the crisply shouted reply.  The torture continued.

Finally the soldier stopped all together. The commander then had a table brought in covered with cloth.  He spoke, "Boyinton I was hoping I would not have to go to this level of interrogation, but you have left me no choice."  And with that he uncovered the table.  On it was an electrical apparatus with cable and clips.  Greg well remembered the pain of the electric shock he had been subjected to outside.  He knew this time it would be far worse.  The commander began by clipping the clamps to his balls.  He sent several electrical impulses through the major’s testicles as a trial run.  Greg writhed in pain.  His interrogator then attached two more clipped cables to the head and base of his penis, and again let the electricity surge with several more impulses.  Greg was crying out in pain for him to stop.  The commander did not listen; he was having too much fun with this studly American pilot!!

The final assault on Greg’s hairy body came with a probe of his unwillingly erect penis.  A thin metal wire was inserted into the engorged head and it hurt like hell as it was put in.  The commander smiled and warned Greg that this was going to hurt like he had never been hurt before, and then proceeded to shock him three times as he gleefully watched Greg do everything he could to get away from the searing pain without success. This last bit of pain was worse, Greg thought, than having his balls stretched and hit or kicked and manhandled roughly. "Now, Major, maybe you will talk to me or I will increase the electricity each time you do not reply with the correct answer!”

This is part of an illustrated fantasy, one of many, available at Chained Muscle , a site that can get a bit edgy and non-politically correct at times, so go there at your own risk.

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At the new site Men On Edge , Blond surfer stud Gavin Waters is tied up and edged repeatedly until he's pissed off:

Gavin Waters' body elicits images of the statue of David, as if his form were sculpted by a true perfectionist. He's tied up with his arms back to expose his bulging chest. The vibrator on his uncut cock gets the pre-cum oozing out of his head and he's made to eat it. Blindfolded with nipple clamps hanging above his ripped abs, he's bound to a chair and edged while sucking a dildo. He endures a difficult, one-legged suspension that really takes advantage of his physique as he's flogged. Tied to a mattress, he's edged repeatedly until he begs and begs to cum, of course when he finally does, he begs and begs for it to stop.

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This Saturday May 19, 2012, at Stonewall

in New York Fuckin City

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I took a trip around the bondage pornsite block today. Below is some of what I found.

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Part 6

After Dave led Jake back to their room, he went back to Brody's room to find him still standing in front of the mirror, tugging a bit on the cuffs locked through the ring on the transport belt. Standing directly behind him and putting his hands on Brody's muscled shoulders, he leaned in and quietly said, "Yeah, that's it stud, keep tugging on that metal you're locked up in. Ironic that all that muscle you've worked so hard on can't help you right now. But you like this, don't you, not being in control. I could tell that first day you tried on those cuffs we bought. Bet you're in ROTC for the same reason, so you can have someone telling you what to do. Am I right? Tell me I'm right, Brode."

Brody turned to face Dave, swallowed hard and kept silent.

"Yeah, just what I thought, big boy. So here's what I'm proposing for the week, and when I'm done with the proposal, you'll have until morning to give me your answer as you're locked to your bunk for the night. First, I'm the Warden around here and you're the inmate. This week you'll be wearing that jumpsuit that you seem to like so much, or you'll be in your fatigues, boots and your new ARMY T or shirtless if the weather dictates. You'll see what's been issued to you each morning after you shower. At all times while indoors, at minimum you'll be locked in legcuffs, but for now get your ass on that bunk."

With that said, Brody found himself flat on his back on his bunk while Dave released one legcuff, ran it through one of the metal vertical footboard supports and then relocked it around his boot.

"I'm placing a cuff key into one of the handcuff's keyholes. If you want out, all you have to do is unlock the cuffs and shackles and I'll know you don't want to continue. But if you want to be an inmate for the week, take the key out, keep it in the palm of your hand so that you can present it to me when I return. You've got 'til morning, inmate. You know you look damn good locked up, boy, damn good."

With that Dave turned out the lights, but all that metal locked on Brody shined nicely from the bright moonlight coming in from the window.  Even Dave had a difficult time sleeping that night, as all he could think about was the hot fireplug locked down to his bunk and what his answer would be in the morning.

Dave was up at the crack of dawn. He couldn't sleep and he wanted to know Brody's answer to his proposition.

He put the coffee on and marched into Brody's room to find him wide awake, and the key missing from the keyhole and resting nicely in the palm of his hand, at which point Dave took possession of it and his new inmate.

Having left Brody locked down, I was instructed to get my shower in and get geared up in what Dave had left out for me. Today's attire consisted of my new (used) desert tan fatigues, my two-day-old socks, boxer briefs and my desert tan boots, no shirt.  I was then promptly locked in the Smith & Wesson cuffs in front and told to sit my ass on the bunk until told further notice. 

Dave unhooked Brody from his shackles, and he was given five minutes to shower, get back to his room and get dressed. Dave had set out Brody's woodland fatigues, jockstrap, black speed lace boots and socks, no shirt.

Brody was then instructed to lock himself up in the legcuffs and to lock the hinged cuffs on in front, afterward Dave proceeded with the double locking.

Dave took me out to the living area, and that's when I saw Brody locked up, shirtless with that hot tatt on full display. I've always admired that tatt and must have been staring a bit longer than I thought, because Brody just looked at me and said "offer still stands, dude, you ready for me to design your tatt, bro? Of course, I'll need out of these cuffs to work on the sketch."

Brody moved around to look at my back, took his locked up wrists and outlined where he thought my ink should go.

"Got a great looking back dude, and I think I've got just the thing for it," he said. 

Dave hadn't known of the offer up until now, but promptly unlocked Brody's wrists, got him some sheets of paper and a pen and told him to get to work.  About 45 minutes later Brody was satisfied with his sketch and presented it to me for my opinion. 

"Of course it's smaller in scale than the actual, which will be about 12 inches accross and maybe 4 inches in height, but you get the idea." 

Had to admit it was hot looking tribal tatt and just the thought of that on my back had me hard.  Dave locked Brody back up in the hinged cuffs, and the two of them discussed the sketch while placing it on my back to determine the best location. 

"Oh yeeeah, you're getting inked when we get back, bro, and I can't wait to see my work displayed on your back."

"OK inmates, here's the deal.  I'm not one for dancing around the facts and the facts are pretty clear, but I'm putting them out on the table anyway.  First off, I'm the Warden around here for the week and you two boys are the inmates.  At all times you'll be in some form of restraint and I will be the only one here determining your uniform of the day.  Secondly, facts are facts and 'ol Brody here loves getting locked up in cuffs and shackles so don't act or say anything differently about that.  I'll make sure that you get your fill this week.  And Jake here, well Brode, you may not know this, but he's been my boy a good while now.  He spends plenty of nights locked in cuffs or shackles and he's a bona fide awesome footlicker.  You be a good inmate Brody, and you'll see just how good he is.  Either one of you start acting up this week and you'll soon find that you'll be locked to a post in the basement. We'll just call that solitary confinement.  And just like solitary, the only thing you'll be wearing is the shackles locked around your wrists and ankles.  Think I won't do it?  Just try me.  Damn Brody, judging by the looks of things in your crotch, guess I must be saying something you like hearing.  Maybe that needs to be locked up as well."

Dave had Brody get up, at which point he locked the hinged cuffs behind Brody's back, went back to our room and returned with a small box. 

"I actually bought this to try on 'ol Jake here, but maybe it's better suited for you, Army boy." 

With that Dave opened the box and pulled out what we learned was a CB6000 male chastity device .  At first Brody looked at it with a bit of curiosity, but realizing its purpose and that Dave had an interest in locking the device on Brody, he quickly backed away from it. 

Dave, in his gentle yet dominating tone, simply laid out the 'facts' as he likes to say.  "Brody Brody Brody, let's look at the facts, shall we?  You're locked up in hinged cuffs which are behind your back, your legs are in steel legcuffs. Do you really think you stand a chance of me NOT putting this on you?  If you behave, you won't be put in solitary, you don't want that do you?  Come on, let's finish getting you 'locked up'"

Dave dove right in, pulled down the fatigues and jock and had Brody's manhood quickly locked up and had him back in 'uniform'. 

"You'll be in that 24 hours, whether you like it or not, so get used to it.  You'll notice the padlock utilizes a three number combo to open instead of a key, and only the Warden has that number.  Oh yeah boys, this is going to be a great spring break week." 

To be continued …

Adam Herst is new to the house, and Sebastian Keys is there to greet him. Adam is not impressed with the offering but decides to see what the stud is made of. After all, there must be some reason why he was given this slave. He has the man work his leather. He inspects his ass and whacks it with his crop until it turns completely red. He's worth more testing, so Adam covers him with brutal butterfly clamps, gets his cock hard, and flogs him. He rips the clips off, suspends him and flogs him until he screams for mercy. Suspended once again, he gets a massive cock rammed into his ass in mid air. He earns the new master's compliment by being able to lick his own load off of Adam's boot.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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