Go ahead and fight the restraint all you want prisoner, turns me on!

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Check out these pictures of @Nick61666000, who was restrained by @straitjacketnow. The captive was placed in a fetters leather straightjacket and locked-on leather chastity shorts. Nick writes: “There is just nothing like the feel of being restrained, tighter the better, and then hearing the click of the padlocks with the last one securing the hood in place. No turning back on the agreed time to be spent!”:

Captive: @Nick61666000

Captor and photo credit to @straitjacketnow

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Title of this update: LAST STOP ON THE ROAD TRIP

The setting is The Edge jail and dungeon.

By Mark from Serious Male Bondage

Hey guys, Mark here from Serious Male Bondage. I’m sitting on a plane waiting to take off on another bondage adventure. I’m going to visit my friend Bind at his jail in Hampton Iowa for a few weeks as a mini bondage vacation. (Check out the jail’s website here. This visit is less about shooting videos and more about getting in some quality bondage time of my own. I need some bondage down-time and brought three suitcases filled with my own gear. The idea is to ask Bind to put me in my gear and leave me for a while to I can get some good alone time in my favorite gear. At home I often play with my gear doing self-bondage, and sometimes MummyEd comes over and locks me in for a while, but I like the setting of Bind’s jail and basement as places to be tied up and left alone in a more “serious” environment.

Sometimes I will be chained up and Bind will leave me restrained all night. Bind is always in earshot, and there is more than one person in the building, so I feel pretty safe. On this visit I hope to do an all night spread eagle on the concrete floor of the basement, in my rubber suit. Since I’m visiting at the end of the year, the temperature outside is hovering around freezing, so I’ll have to lie on something to insulate myself from the cold floor.

Before I go any further, I’d like to share this picture with you guys. I took this picture last month at the new EdgeDungeon.com. This poor guy was handcuffed to the walls and hosed down with a garden hose in the shower cell. The shower cell is the same size as the other jail cells, but has a shower head with hot and cold water. The great part about this cell is that there are attachment points in the wall and floor allowing a prisoner to be collared or shackled, sitting or standing. Then, with the use of a standard garden hose which is located at the far end of the cell, with it’s own faucet, the prisoner can be hosed down and is completely unable to escape the stream of water coming from the nozzle of the hose. We all know how much fun it is to squirt water across the yard with your home garden hose, imagine being able to hose down your submissive in the same way! It’s kind of like being at the do-it-your-self car wash.

I arrived at Bind’s place around midnight with three suitcases full of bondage gear. There was light snow falling as we dragged my suitcases into the house. The picture above shows three metal collars I brought with me that would allow me to have on different thicknesses of hoods and still fit a collar around my neck. The only problem with bringing all this gear is the extra baggage charges. You gotta be pretty hardcore to bring this much bondage gear on a vacation. BTW – I borrowed the collars from the handcuff collector Yossie Silverman.

The next morning we got up and I helped Bind shoot a few segments for his bondage video series “Mind Trap.” Bind has a cool Gibbet cage that his friend welded together for him. We put him in a leather straitjacket and then into the cage and hoisted it off the floor for the video.

The second scene in the video was hoisting Bind upside-down in an arms-down leather straitjacket. I swear, Bind gets more bondage than 10 of us put together! Check out his “Mind Trap” video series on MenInChains.com.

My first bondage scene since my arrival was to be shackled spread-eagle on the floor of the basement. As I said, it was freezing outside and although the basement wasn’t that cold, it was chilly. So I laid on a foam mat and with the StudioGum heavy latex suit, leather boots and a Mr S latex surf-suit on underneath, I was mostly OK. I had ordered a “Texas Catheter” set from Amazon, and had the bag strapped to my right calf under the heavy rubber suit. It has a condom with medical adhesive that allows the condom to stick to your cock once it’s rolled on, then a small hose connects the condom to the bag.

With this setup I didn’t have to worry about stopping the scene because I had to go pee. This is the first time I had ever tried this, and it worked out really great. I wish I would have thought about this a long time ago. During my 2-plus hours on the floor I peed twice and my urine was captured flawlessly in the bag. Fantastic! I will try this scene again in the next few days and go much longer.

Finally, in the evening we gathered in Bind’s living room to watch TV, and I ended up putting a StudioGum thick rubber hood on Bind, and the biggest metal collar over his neck. I had the hood buckled too tight so Bind didn’t last very long. I want to try this hood while chained to the wall in the jail cell, which I will do tomorrow. Stay tuned!

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank Mark from Serious Male Bondage for this true story! See his site for the videos!

Title of this video series: Bondage Time for Mark

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Title of the video shown above: Sweet Rubber Dreams

MaineRBRboy

After the movie was over Sir looked at me and stated, “I guess it’s time for bed, let me help you up.” Sir came over to me and grabbed the straps at the front of the straight jacket and helped me to my feet. Sir then led me to the stair and to the bedroom on the second floor. Sir’s bedroom was an average size, but it had so much stuff it in besides the furniture. There were several shelves with books and a bunch of gear on the floor. The bed was covered with a rubber bed sheet and had straps coming from under the bed. Sir reached to the gear on the floor and picked up a neoprene sleepsack and laid it out on the bed. Sir stated, “you will sleep in this tonight, boy.”

I replied, “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

Sir came towards me in the front and reached down at the catheter still in me. Sir took a plug off his dresser and swapped the catheter tube with the plug and removed the leg bad that was attached to my right leg. He left me standing there and went to the bathroom to empty the catheter bag.

I could hear him running the water in the sink and I guess he was rinsing out the catheter bag. Sir came back into the bedroom and started to unbuckle the arm straps of the straight jacket. I could finally stretch my arms and it felt good. They had been crossed in front of me for a few hours. Felt good to have them free. I could then hear Sir unbuckling the straps of the straight jacket. On the last strap Sir came to the front of me and eased the jacket off. The room air felt cold to my body and made me a bit chilly. I was standing there next to Sir in full rubber with my training hood on and a catheter still sticking out of my cock.

Sir stated, “Hop up on the bed boy into the sleepsack.” I did as instructed. Sir helped my legs into the neoprene sleepsack. I was sitting up and Sir stated, “Give me an arm, boy.” Sir guided my left arm into the internal sleeve of the sleepsack followed by my right arm. Sir stated, “Lay back, boy.” As I started to lay back sir made sure that the sleepsack went around my shoulders and was not bunched under my arms. Sir confirmed with me that there was nothing pinching. Sir started to zip the sleepsack at my feet and continued until the zipper came up to my chin. There was a collar on the sleepsack and Sir snapped it shut. There was no way I was going to be able to get out of the sleepsack without Sir’s help. Sir then was moving the zipper pulls of the sleepsack. I had no idea what Sir was doing. Sir asked if I was Ok and I stated, “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

Sir had the zipper on top of my cock and then opened the zipper. My cock was exposed and hard. Sir took a small cloth and put it on either side of the zipper so that it would not pinch my exposed cock and balls. Sir left the bedroom again, and when he returned he had a large bag with a tube in his hand. Sir stated, “This is your bed bag, boy. It is much bigger than the bag on your leg so I will not have to empty it in the middle of the night.” Sir placed the bag on a hook on the side of the bed. Sir took the end of the tube and brought it close to my exposed cock. Sir in a quick one motion switched the plug on the catheter with the end of the tube. The urine started to flow again. Sir stated, “That is much better, boy.”

Sir left the room again and came back with some rope in his hand. Sir started to lace the sleepsack starting at my feet. It was being laced like you would a shoe. At different points of the lacing Sir would tug the rope so it would be tight. Once Sir reached my exposed cathed cock he skipped a few of the lacing eyelets and continued up to just under my chin where the end of the zipper was. Sir tied the rope tight. The lacing made the sleepsack tighter and more comfortable. It hugged me like the straight jacket did. It felt amazing. Sir left the room again and came back, but I could not see what he had in his hand. Sir was on the right side of my body and then he rolled me on my right side. Sir stated, “Bend your knees, boy.”

I stated, “Yes Sir.” I then felt Sir unzipping the back of the sleep sack. Then I felt his hand at the zipper of on my rubber suit. There was a butt zipper.

When Sir unzipped the butt zipper to my suit I could feel the cold air on my butt. I then heard Sir put on a glove. The snapping of the rubber clove was familiar to me. I then felt Sir’s hand on my butt crack and then felt a cold liquid substance being applied to my hole. A few moment later Sir stated, “Relax, boy.” I then felt Sir pushing something cold into my ass. I gasped I was not ready for this as Sir did not explain what he was doing. As he advanced the object it my hole it then seated in my hole and I could feel something cold now inside me. Sir zipped up the zipper on my rubber suit followed by the sleepsack zipper. Sir stated, “Straighten your legs, boy.”

I stated, “Yes Sir,” and as I straightened my legs Sir rolled me back on my back. Sir then placed a pillow under my head.

Sir stated, “You did good, boy, this is how you will sleep tonight. How do you feel?”

I thanked Sir for putting me it the sleepsack, and I stated, “I feel fine, Sir.”

Sir climbed into bed next to me. He was on the left side of the bed. Sir stated, “Good night, boy, sleep well.” Sir chuckled a bit. The light went out. Sir was next to me and that made me feel really comfortable. I felt really safe when Sir was by my side. I did not sleep that well at all that night. I think I dozed off a few times but the smell of rubber and the plug inside me did not help with how horny I was next to Sir bound in a sleepsack.

Sir’s alarm went off at 4 AM. I was already awake as I was hot and horny from being in the sleepsack. There was a pool of sweat in my rubber suit and it felt amazing. Sir got out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve himself. I then heard the water of the sink and the humming of Sir electric toothbrush. It stopped and Sir came back in the bedroom and sat beside me. Sir stated, “How did you sleep boy?”

I stated, “Ok I guess, Sir, thank you Sir.”

Sir then stated, “Time to get you out of that sleepsack.” With that Sir started to unlace the sleepsack from the neck down. As the sleepsack loosened up I could move a bit and felt good to be able to stretch as much as I could. I could feel Sir at my cock where the catheter was. I felt some pressure at the catheter and Sir switched the tube for the catheter plug again. Sir removed the cloth on either side of the zipper and closed the zipper at my cock. He took the extra zipper pulls and zipped them towards my feet. Then came to the head of the bed and unsnapped the collar of the sleeepsack. With one pull he unzipped me from the sleepsack paying special attention to when he was near my cock and balls. Sir assisted me up and removed my right arm followed by my left from the internal sleeves of the sleepack. I could feel the cold air of the room on my rubbery body.

Sir helped me to my feet as I was a bit stiff from the night. As Sir was by me I stretched my body and it felt good to be able to move again. Sir reached down to my ankle cuffs and undid the small locks from each cuff. Sir came up behind me and unzipped my hood and pulled it off my head. The nose tubes come out with ease. My head was all sweaty. Sir placed the sweaty hood on the edge of the bed. Sir then stated, “I want you go to and take a shower boy. Take of your rubber suit and remove the plug from your ass, boy. Was the suit with the Dawn dish soap that is in the bathroom and had the suit on the rod on the shower?”

I stated, “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” I then left Sir in his bedroom and walked to the bathroom. When I entered the bathroom I looked in the mirror and I all could see what a rubber boy with crazy hair. My septum piecing shined in the bathroom light.

I turned on the shower and got the water nice and warm. I stepped into the shower and allowed the water to drench my rubber body. I pulled the neck of the suit away from my body allowing water to enter the suit. It started to pool at the feet of the suit. I unzipped the shoulder zippers of the suit and started to remove the suit from my body. When I got the suit just below my waist I splashed water all over my body. It felt so good to be in the shower. As I started to push the suit past my crotch I reached in and took my cathed cock out of the suit. My cock got hard as this was the first time I had touched it in what seemed like days. I pushed the rest of the suit off my body and placed the suit on the floor of the bathroom outside the of the shower. I washed my whole body not once but twice. Washed my hair two times as well. I shut the shower off and stepped out onto the bath mat there was a towel on a hook and I dried my body off. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth. I then washed the suit as Sir instructed in the sink and then hung it on the bar in the bathroom. I took another look at my body in the mirror and still can’t believe that I am pierced and there was a catheter sticking out of my cock.

After I left the bathroom I took the left hand turn towards Sir’s bedroom. When I entered Sir was there by the bed and there was a bunch of gear on the bed. Sir stated, “Come to me, boy.” I walked towards Sir. Sir stood up and had a smile on his face and stated, “You have done really well, boy.” Sir reached on the bed and put wrist cuffs on me. He took my wrists and locked them together behind me. Sir stated, “Follow me, boy.” I followed Sir to another bedroom. In that room was another bed and on the edge of the bed was a towel. Sir stated, “Sit on the towel, boy.”

I stated, “Yes Sir” and sat. Sir pulled a chair in front of me. He sat down and in his hand was a small package.

Sir stated, “I think it’s time we took that catheter out of you, boy.” With that Sir opened the package and attached it to one of the ends of the catheter. Sir stated, “This will deflate the balloon that is on the end of the catheter that is in your bladder allowing me to remove it from you. I want you to relax, boy.”

I stated, “Yes Sir.” With that Sir pulled back on the plunger and I could see water entering the chamber of the syringe.

Sir then stated, “I want you to take a big breath boy and then let it out slowly boy, OK?”

I stated, “Yes Sir” and took a really deep breath, and as I started to exhale Sir pulled the catheter out of my cock. I could feel it coming out of me. When I was done exhaling the end of the catheter was out of my cock. I told Sir that I had to pee. Sir stated, “The first time you pee boy it may burn a bit but that is normal I just want you to be read for that. You may go to the bathroom boy.” I stood up and walked towards the bathroom with my hands still locked behind my cock.

As I peed for the first time on my own it did hurt but not in a bad way. My cock was hard the minute I finished urinating. As I was done, I turned around and Sir was there. He flushed the toilet and told me to follow him back into the room I was just in. I did as instructed and Sir stated, “Sit on the bed, boy.” I did as instructed. Sir left the room and came back holding something in his had that I could not tell what it was. He sat on the chair. When he opened his hand I could tell what was in Sir’s hand. It was a chastity cage. Sir stated, “Now that your hands are free you are not allowed to touch yourself, boy. You will be either locked in chastity or have a catheter in place, understood?”

I stated, “Yes Sir.” With that Sir reached down to my cock and placed the base ring to the cage around my cock and balls. My cock got immediately hard. Sir stated, “This may hurt when I put the cage on, boy, as you are so hard.”

I stated, “Yes Sir.” With that Sir placed the cage on the head of my hard cock.

“Take a deep breath, boy.” I took a deep breath and then I exhaled Sir pushed the cage on my cock to the base ring. He reached over grabbed the lock and locked the cage on me. Sir stated, “How does that feel, boy?”

I stated, “It feels OK, Sir, any way you could adjust me a bit please Sir?” Sir reached at my cock and adjusted everything and made sure that my PA was sticking out of the front of the cage. “How is that boy?”

I stated, “Good, Sir, thank you so much, Sir.”

Sir stated, “Come with me, boy.” With that Sir led me back into the bedroom. On the bed was a pile of gear. Sir unlocked my wrist cuffs and I could again stretch my arms. Sir stated, “Time to get dressed for the day, boy.” Sir handed me a rubber suit. This suit was a rubber singlet suit, the rubber smell was amazing. Sir stated, “It’s all lubed up boy, so go ahead and put it on.” I did as instructed. I stepped into the suit and started to pull it up over my body. There was a hole for my cock and balls. I pocked both my cock and balls through the hole. I then realized that the ass part of the suit was open. I continued to pull the suit up over my body. When I got to the arms Sir was there to help them in the straps and make sure that they were not tangled. I was once again in rubber.

Sir handed me a pair of skinny jeans followed by a white tank top. I put them both on. Next came a pair of oxblood 20 eye boots from Gripfast. Sir helped me lace them up as I was still new to the lacing that Sir required. Sir handed me a bomber jacket and a pair of sun glasses and stated, “You are now ready to run errands with me boy, but first let’s get breakfast.” I followed Sir to the garage where his car was. I climbed in and we were off.

Metal would like to thank MaineRBRboy for sharing this story, which he originally posted on FetLife.

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Title of this video: DECK CELL ADVENTURE

Wow this is cool! Mark — who runs SeriousMaleBondage.com — is also a practitioner of serious male bondage. He’s the real deal. Mark visited the private jail facility run by Bind, and he’s got some great pictures and information to share. Check him out:

Mark writes,

This is me in a private jail facility owned by my friend Bind. I was trying out my new steel bondage belt and rubber mitts. The belt was made by DungeonDelights.com and the mitts were from BlackStyle.com. The mitts you see are actually a pair of large size mitts pulled over a pair of medium size mitts, creating a much more intense sense of helplessness. No dexterity and complete helplessness.

I was chained to the wall like this on five different occasions during my stay, two of the sessions were overnight. The leather muzzle had an attached rubber penis gag, and my ankles were locked together with a pair of DungeonDelights.com steel cuffs. I loved every minute of my experience and can’t wait to do it again. I was on a natural high. In one scene I watched the sun go down and the cell become pitch black, and in another scene I watched the sun come up and the cell get light. All my thoughts were silent, and all my cares went away. I was just there. I have fantasized about being chained up in a jail cell since I was a kid and at various times in my life.

The cool thing about this jail cell is that it was built before round vertical bars were used. As you can see, the old-fashioned strap steel bars are far more scary and oppressive, which adds to my feeling of helplessness and being overpowered. This scene took place a few days before Thanksgiving 2016, and strangely enough, while I was looking through the strap bars to the outside window, I fantasized about being locked up like this over Christmas, knowing that my family was gathering for a meal and opening their presents. While they are sitting around the fireplace and watching the game on TV, I am in heavy bondage, chained to the wall in a small oppressive and scary jail cell, helpless and completely alone. This fantasy is very fulfilling and extremely exciting to me. The truth of the matter is I would like to be chained up like this every night, and I don’t mean to be insulting, but this feels more satisfying to me than being in a relationship and sleeping with a partner. I’m sure that shrinks would have a field day with that, but it doesn’t matter. I have sought bondage experiences like this since I was a kid, and although they have sometimes come close, this experience in the jail cell was the absolute best.

A special thanks to my friend Bind for allowing me to have this fantasy come true with my own gear. Check out his profile on Recon, FetLife, his bondage website MenInChains.com, and his jail facility at HamptonJail.com.

Thanks, Mark, for the pictures and information!

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By Hunter Perez

I squirmed on the bed, uncertain about what was going to happen next. Jock’s drunken gaze was indecipherable – I could not tell if he was laughing at my bondage or plotting about how to further humiliate me.

I tried not to show that I was afraid and thought to myself: “What would JimmyUSMC do if he was in my position?” I then unhappily realized the answer: He would probably be collecting a nice fee for his work. After all, JimmyUSMC gets bound up for a living – no wonder he’s always smiling while in chains – whereas I was involuntarily volunteered into a trap of handcuffs, rope and a ball gag.

After staring at me for what seemed like forever, Jock finally lumbered to the headboard and pulled at the chain connecting my handcuffs. He rubbed his fingers over the cuffs and scratched his fingernails lightly into my skin.

“And I thought you didn’t like jewelry,” he grumbled, his pronunciation slightly slurred. “I seem to remember how much you hated bracelets.”

Damn, I thought to myself, did he have to bring that up? One of the very few times Jock and I ever had a fight occurred two years ago when he bought me an elaborate Native American-style bracelet for my birthday. He knew I never put on jewelry – not even a lapel pin or cufflinks – and the clunky silver piece with onyx and turquoise stones was not something I would wear. I politely asked that he return it because I would not be wearing it and he got angry at me – and, stupidly, I got angry that he got angry. Unfortunate things were said, and he took the gift back in a huff, cursing about how I didn’t appreciate him while I responded that he ruined my birthday. We didn’t talk to each other for several weeks after that – and we probably would have remained apart forever, except that his horrid friend Ralphie gloated that I was no longer in Jock’s life, which made him upset and encouraged him to seek me out once more. We never mentioned the incident again, but having him bring it up while he was drunkenly keeping me bound was not a good sign.

Jock then began to tap his index finger into the ball gag that secured my mouth. “So nice not to have to listen to the sound of your voice, little Bingo Bingo,” he said, his face taking a grim expression.

Jock raised his right hand as if preparing to slap my face. My eyes widened and I whimpered through the ball gag. He started laughing and instead combed his fingers through his still-wet reddish-blonde hair.

“Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? You are, little pig!” he cheered while stumbling around the bed. “I’ll huff and puff and blow…no, I won’t blow you. I know you’d love that – wouldn’t you, little pig?”

Jock sat the foot of the bed and looked at my legs, which he secured with rope. He slumped over and started rubbing my left leg.

“I wish Troy was here, instead of you,” he slurred. “And I liked him, too. I really liked him.” He glanced up to me and shook his head slightly. “I should have undressed you before tying you down. Oh, well, not the worst thing.”

Jock stood and pulled my sweatpants down to my knees, then walked closer to my upper body and rolled my t-shirt under my armpits. He started to laugh while looking at my chest.

“What itty-bitty nipples you have,” he exclaimed. “There’s not much of a chest, but those are really small.”

Jock clamped his hands on my nipples and squeezed them hard while turning them back and forth, as if he was fiddling with a shortwave radio. I bit into the ball gag as my body started to rock from the pressure he was creating. Jock began to roar with laughter at my predicament and he moved onto the bed, sitting atop my waist while he tortured my nipples. His weight created a pressure that I was not accustomed to handling and I groaned under his bulk.

Jock mumbled as he toyed with my chest – I could make out the words “yeah” and “sweet,” but otherwise he was impossible to understand. After a few minutes, he shifted his position and laid directly on top of me with his head at my chest. From there, his mouth replaced his hands, with his teeth torturing my nipples. The sensitivity provoked by his actions resonated through my pinned-down body and I moaned through the ball gag, creating atrocious sounds.

Then, all of a sudden, Jock seemed to deflate. He softly positioned his head on the center of my chest and framed his arms alongside my body. Within a minute, he began to snore dreadfully. At that point, I was stuck – I could slide my handcuffed arms back and forth at the headboard while I was able to move my head freely, but otherwise my roped ankles kept my legs in a tight position and Jock’s muscular weight ensured I was trapped under him.

I tried to yell through the ball gag, but the sounds I created did not wake him. A loud thunderclap occurred beyond the window, and that failed to arouse him. I looked to the clock and saw it was 12:45 in the morning – I sank my head into the pillows and angrily shut my eyes.

“Think happy thoughts,” I said to myself, trying desperately to remove my mind from a state where my body was stuck.

I started to recall the vacation Jock and I took last year over the Fourth of July holiday weekend. We went to Washington, D.C., and ran amok like two kids in an amusement park. We took endless pictures at all the monuments, enjoying the pandas at the National Zoo, oohing and aahing at the Lindbergh airplane and the Apollo space module in the National Air and Space Museum, and even getting into a protest demonstration in front of the embassy of a country we never heard of – a TV news crew came up to us at the protest and we gave interviews with phony accents, as if we were countrymen from the target of the demonstration. I also remembered venturing into an Ethiopian restaurant – it was the first time either of us tried the cuisine, which we loved, and the establishment’s manager sat with us to discuss his nation’s culinary tradition.

We shared a hotel room but had separate beds – we never shared a bed whenever we traveled. I then realized the lunatic imprisonment I was undergoing was the first time Jock and I were in the same bed. For the longest time, I hoped our friendship would evolve into a more intimate direction, but while looking at Jock’s sleeping head on my chest I realized the value of keeping things platonic.

I began to drift in and out of sleep – my physical condition prevented a full-throttle journey into slumberland – and I constantly checked the clock. By 3:45 in the morning, Jock’s snoring ceased and he started to yawn and cough. He slowly raised his head and blinked at me.

“Bingo?” he said softly. “Bingo, what…what happened? What happened to you?”

I started yelling into the ball gag and Jock rolled off me and quickly freed my mouth.

“What happened to me?” I screamed. “What happened to me? You happened to me! Don’t you remember what you did?”

Jock sat on the bed besides me and looked confused. “No, I don’t…I know…I know I was out with Troy and we had a fight. I know…I know he left me at the bar.  I remember walking here in the rain.” He then looked at himself and added, “Where’s my clothing? What did you do with it?”

“It’s hanging up to dry in the bathroom,” I said. “You don’t remember coming in here and wanting me to cuff you?”

“I said that?” he asked, not comprehending my question. “Did I…you’re like this because…”

“Because of you,” I said, finishing his thought.

Jock clasped his hands over his mouth and looked at me with frightened eyes. He then started to rub his hands frantically. “Please tell me that I didn’t hurt you, Bingo. You’re not hurt or anything like that?”

“No, I’m not physically hurt,” I said softly, trying to use my voice to calm him. “But I am upset that you got drunk again. Jock, either cut back on the drinks or cut them out entirely. If anything good came of this, you were in here and not out in public.”

Jock caressed my face. “Oh, Bingo, please forgive me. I swear, I’ll cut out the liquor. I could never forgive myself if I hurt you while drunk.”

“I am not hurt,” I said. “Although you did chew up my nipples before you fell asleep on me.”

Jock looked at my chest and gently pressed my nipples. “I don’t remember doing that at all. Shit, I really must have been wasted. I don’t even remember what they tasted like.”

Jock bent over my chest and gently ran his tongue over my right nipple. I exhaled dramatically at the sensation of his tongue’s warm, wet movement and he moved to the left nipple, repeating the action and getting an identical result.

“Tastes like cranberry juice,” he said, smiling slightly while reaching down my waist to my crotch. He wrapped his fingers around my dick and gently massaged it before saying, “I wonder what that tastes like.”

I looked at Jock with astonishment and he returned my gaze with a wink. He hovered over my crotch and his tongue slowly dropped from his mouth to tickle the tip of my dick. I started breathing heavily as my dick hardened under Jock’s aggressive licks. Within a few minutes, I had a full erection that disappeared into Jock’s mouth, where he gently combed my flesh with his teeth. He patted my roped-down legs as my lower body writhed with an ecstasy that was strangely enhanced by the immobility of my bondage.

“I wish you could feel what I’m feeling,” I moaned.

Jock removed his mouth from my dick and resumed to lightly massageit with his hands. “I hope this makes up for any awful things I did tonight,” he said.

I arched my back and crowed in pleasure. “More than makes up. If this comes with being your prisoner, then I’m yours for locking up.”

“I like having you as my prisoner,” he laughed as thunder rumbled beyond the bedroom window. Jock looked at the rain and said, “How long is it supposed to rain?”

“The forecast has it raining until mid-afternoon,” I said.

“You don’t mind if I stay here until it stops?” he asked.

“Of course not,” I replied. “Stay as long as you want.”

“I’m just going to take a couple of aspirin from your medicine cabinet,” he said, getting up and walking to the bathroom. I could hear the cabinet door open and close and the faucet quickly turned on and off. He was back within a few seconds and looked out the window.

“I love to sleep when it is raining,” he said in a tired voice – he seemed as if his inebriation was at least three-quarters out of his system. “The sound of the rain on the window is so relaxing. Between that and the way I feel, I could probably sleep until noon.”

Jock leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. “I love you, prisoner Bingo,” he whispered. “Don’t be angry with me. I’ll be better.”

“I love you, jailer Jock,” I replied.

We kissed again and Jock carefully climbed into the bed, nestling besides me. I looked at him, then looked at the handcuffs’ keys on the dresser, and looked back at him. I clanked the handcuffs’ chain on the headboard’s brass bar where I was stuck and said, “Jock, aren’t you forgetting to do something?”

Jock looked up at me through half-open eyes and shook his head while grinning. He reached across me and retrieved the ball gag. I started to tell him that was not what I meant, but before I could speak the ball gag was in my mouth. He buckled the device tightly behind my head and kissed my forehead.

“You’re a great prisoner,” he said before returning to his previous position. In two minutes, he was snoring. I looked at the clock and saw that it was a few minutes past four in the morning.

“He could sleep until noon?” I wondered with dread. I looked at my manacled wrists, then at my roped ankles, then at the sleeping Jock, and then at the clock. I pushed my head deep into the pillows and wondered, “Seriously, how do I get myself into situations like this?”

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, Hunter Perez, for this story! Be sure to check out his book on Amazon, called The Friend Request.

Sleep well, prisoner. We will be back in the morning. Or maybe the next day.

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By Bound2plzu

Although I live in a rural part of the south, I am not a farmer and not a fan of most of what it entails. However I have a good friend who is. Blond hair, blue eyes and muscles from now til next week. I often go by his home after getting off work and visit, help out with chores and grab dinner prior to heading home.

Most of our conversations end with him shaking his head in disbelief at something I have said. I am much more liberal than he is, enjoy staying in and having great conversations and debates. Him, not so much. After a long day of farming, he prefers to head to bed shortly after dinner. I’m not sure where in this scenario things shifted, but I let him know that I had some kinks I enjoyed, and let him know that bondage was one of them. I was especially interested in his empty grain bin in the farm yard. Built entirely of steel, it had an inner door that latched on the outside, as well as an exterior door that included a place for a padlock.

After only a week of constant badgering by me, he agreed that Saturday night I could be locked in the grain bin. I was so excited! I showed up Saturday afternoon, helped with his long list of things to do, enjoyed dinner with him, then cleaned up the kitchen while he got a shower and changed into comfortable clothes.

His plan was to help lock me up in the grain bin, head in and watch TV for a bit, then come bail me out prior to his bed time and me heading home. I was so pumped! I grabbed some handcuffs and leg irons I had put in the car and headed out back to the bin with him. He opened the doors and I climbed in. He cuffed my hands in front of me, ran the irons through a fixture in the center of the floor, then snapped them onto my ankles. He looked at me and asked you ok with this? I beamed broadly and said sure am! He shook his head again in disbelief, and headed out. As he closed and locked the two steel doors, I got that “Oh Shit, what have I just done!?!”

Even though it was mid summer, it was soon dark and there I lay on the floor of the grain bin. There was no way for me to tell time there, and the house was far enough away that I could hear nothing from it, or vise versa. I was there until he decided otherwise. After what must have been the first hour – or two, I got to thinking things through. I knew he was worn out from a long day of work, had a full stomach from a big dinner, and was trying to watch some television. I had no chance of him staying awake and getting me out of here, I was in for the night.

Even though my panic was extreme, to my credit it was short lived. I tried to settle into a comfortable position and tough it out. The steel floor was harder than I could imagine, and I had to keep shifting so the venting grills (a feature of grain bins to keep grain from getting damp) didn’t dig too much in any one spot. After what seemed like forever, I finally fell asleep for a short lived nap. By the time it started getting light I felt like I’d been there months. My friend was unlocking the doors and came over to me quickly. It only took a moment to unfasten the leg irons and handcuffs. I was tired, sore but fine. He apologized for falling asleep in his chair. I suggested he could set an alarm clock for next time in case he fell asleep again. He seemed very surprised and exclaimed, “Next time!”

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