Bearinbondage

Time for another Recon buddy.  I've been talking to Bearinbondage for a few years now, on and off.  He's a great guy and very hot bear, who enjoys tormenting me with his scenarios. Don't worry I give as good as I get.    Seeing as we're both switches, it has the potential for a nice bondage set up.  The only downside is that he lives in mainland Europe.  I've promised if I'm anywhere in the area, we'd get down to a nice bondage switch session.  Maybe one day! Here are some pics of the man in bondage action:

You can find Bearinbondage on Recon - Bearinbondage

Bound Muscle - Face 2 Face

In this two part series, two big muscled guys - Bigg Pete and Dominik Mann are pitted against each other in bondage.  In this episode they are tied and gagged face to face, each one has nipple clamps and parachutes attached, which are then tied together.  This inevitable affect is that they are end up causing each other pain with every movement.  A very hot bondage scene indeed. 

You can see more hot scenes here - Bound Muscle

The Cuffed Squaddie - Part One

So, along with Expanding The Pig, I'm going to start posting other stories on this blog.  This is part one of a story called The Cuffed Squaddie.  I cannot take credit for this story, but I have got permission from the guy who recited and wrote it, to post it here.  Read and enjoy.

This story was told to me by an ex-squaddie who had left the army after twenty years service. He was a very eager prisoner and enjoyed spending long periods in metal restraints, a position I liked to keep him in too. Now he swears this happened to him whilst he was on basic training. If it didn’t, I still think it is a great tale.

PART ONE

Squaddie was in his late teens when he started training and was getting on well when he blotted his good record by returning to camp several minutes late, after a few days leave. Squaddie was put on report and marched in front of the commanding officer. Now this officer gave Squaddie a choice. He could either try to defend himself at a Courts Martial or take the commanding officer’s punishment. As he was guilty and didn’t want a record, he opted for what he thought would be the easy way out.

The officer said Squaddie was to spend five days in the guardroom. Now Squaddie had heard that meant standing around in a cell all day, so though it sounded boring, it was something that he thought he could endure for a few days.

Squaddie was marched out and straight to the guardroom, which was by the main gate. He was searched and changed into battle dress with no belt and boots without laces. The cell was about four foot wide by six and the door was open bars, like the cells he had seen in the Westerns. Chained against the wall of the cell was what looked like a wooden pallet, which he took to be the bed. There was no room for anything else. Now what Squaddie didn’t know was that the sergeant was a lazy so-and-so and couldn’t be bothered to keep checking that his prisoner was stood to attention in the cell and not resting. Squaddie was ordered into the cell and told to stand with his back to the cell door with his hands through the bars. Once in that position, the sergeant snapped a pair of heavy darby cuffs around the protruding wrists, ensuring that the prisoner remained upright. Squaddie wasn’t expecting this, but once the shock wore off, he was surprised to find that he was enjoying the experience so much that he had a hard on.

The weight of the cuffs and their tightness pulled on his aching wrists and shoulders. He tried to push the cuffs off over his hands, first the left and then the right. It was no good; there was some movement but they wouldn’t shift enough. The more he struggled, the more his arms and shoulders ached and the more he enjoyed it. It was a revelation as he had never experienced a situation like this and he was becoming more and more sexually aroused. So he struggled until he was tired but strangely happy with himself.

The sergeant decided to look in on his exhausted prisoner around mid afternoon to feed and water him. This was where Squaddie found out he was also on a bread and water diet. He hoped he would be released to eat his meagre fare, but he soon found out he was wrong. The sergeant unlocked the cell door and sharply pulled it open. Squaddie was caught off guard and was dragged painfully with the heavy door. Without speaking, his captor broke off a piece of bread and stuffed it in Squaddie’s mouth. He started to gag on the dry bread only to start to choke even more when the sergeant forced the water from a metal cup into his mouth. This was repeated several times until the sergeant had had enough. Squaddie was wet down his front and his jaws ached from the forced feeding regime. He was trying to catch his breath when the sergeant moved away out of sight behind him. At last, thought Squaddie, he is going to undo the cuffs as he was bursting for a pee. Again the sudden movement of the door surprised him as it was violently closed. Squaddie found his voice and called out that he needed the toilet. The sergeant spoke for the first time that day, telling him to do it in his pants, though not in those exact words.

As it was autumn, the light soon dimmed in the cell though Squaddie had lost all sense of time. All that his mind was full of was the numbing ache in his arms and shoulders and the ever frustrating ache in his groin as his cock grew and subsided as he tried to find a comfortable position. He then heard muffled sounds as the sergeant handed over his post to the next relief. Surely, thought Squaddie, I will be un-shackled soon. The cell became dark and cold and Squaddie now had wet clinging pants to add to his discomfort. The light came on and the sudden light from the bare bulb hurt his eyes like an explosion. But with it came a sense of relief as he thought that things would return to normal, well near enough considering he was under guard. He shifted upright as he heard the sound of the boots approaching, two guards this time. He braced himself in anticipation of the cell door being pulled open, but it didn’t happen. Instead he heard a friendly voice ask if was all right and if he was ready for a kip. Despite the pain, the damp and the cold, Squaddie felt better as he started to look forward to ending the throbbing in his cock with a leisurely wank.

Not for the first time that day Squaddie found that what he expected and what happened were two different things. The door was pulled slowly open so he could keep his feet. A young military policeman moved into the cell and unlocking the pallet, let it fall to the floor. The sight of this closely cropped head bent in front of him made Squaddie’s cock strain harder, confusing him even more. The RMP corporal looked up at Squaddie with an icy stare as his gaze took in the obvious bulge in the pants. Squaddie flushed with a mixture of guilt and panic as he realised that he could now be on the receiving end of a beasting.

The young corporal squared up to Squaddie who flinched in preparation for the expected pain from a blow to his body. Instead, the corporal tightly gripped the tops of Squaddie’s arms as the handcuffs were seized and slowly taken off the right wrist. The movement of his arms being pulled to the front of his body caused Squaddie to yelp in pain but this didn’t stop the two Redcaps from completing their mission of putting their prisoner to bed for the night. The young corporal held his arms whilst the other moved into the cramped cell with him. The Redcaps each took an arm and pulled him forward. They didn’t utter a word, so Squaddie was unable to make a guess at what they wanted him to do as he was pulled further into the cell and then down on to the pallet. His back and legs hit the hard pallet with a bump. The burning in his arms increased several fold as they were wrenched up above his head until the wrists were yet again through the bars...

I'd like to thank Skinric for allowing me to post this story.  This is an actual true life event which happened to Skinric when he was in the Army.  He hopes you enjoy it as much as he did.  Skinric can be found on Recon - Skinric

Lee Boardman

Okay tenuous link coming.  I posted a nice little video clip from Cool Hand Luke last weekend, and mooching about on the internet found that Lee Boardman is playing Dragline in the stage version currently running the London's West End.  Didn't think much till I saw what he looks like, and all I can say is WOOF!  Would happily clap leg irons on him any day!

You can view the trailer for the West End production here - Cool Hand Luke

Expanding The Pig - Part Six

PART SIX

Alex talked animatedly, waving his hands around and rubbing his beard, making sure to cover every detail.  Bill and Mike sat transfixed, alert, they took in every word.

‘Hold up, the pig lives in your dungeon permanently?’  Bill looked perplexed, trying to calculate everything Alex has said.  ‘I mean how can that even be possible?’

Alex smiled and gave them both cocky look.   ‘The pig lives there more or less permanently.  I release the pig once a week.  Pig is put in rubber restraints, wrists locked behind the back whilst shower and cleaning is taking place.  At this point pig is free to talk about how he is feeling.  I need to let the pig have that verbal release as it makes the pig more compliant in the long run.  And I’ll let the pig suck me off if I’m in the mood.  If I’m feeling generous I’ll wank off the pig, but that doesn’t happen often.’

Bill looked at Mike and Mike scratched is head, working out logistics as much as Bill was.  Mike was full of questions too. 

‘So does the pig have a daily routine?  Mike could feel his cock getting hard in his jeans.  ‘Or is the pig just stored there for when you’re ready?’ 

Alex leaned back in his chair and passed a poker chip from one hand to the other.  ‘The pig is stored in the dungeon always.  The pig is sealed in vacuum packed rubber and cannot move a muscle.  Generally the body does not hold up to long term storage in this way.’ 

Alex grabbed a potato chip and devoured it quickly.  ‘Luckily I have the pig wired up to an electro stimulation machine.  There are pads all over the pig’s body, on the cock and balls and a butt plug up the arse.  The pig’s whole body can be stimulated – either all at once or in sections.  Not only does it stimulate the muscles to keep them strong, it also produces a lot of pain or pleasure.’  Alex laughed.  ‘The pig never knows what is coming!’

Bill leaned forward on the table and considered what he’d heard.  ‘Okay, I get the cleaning and muscle stimulation but what about food and water, how do you administer that?’  Bill rested his arms flat on the table, his belly rubbing the edge gently. ‘What about wastage?’  Alex continued to talk.

‘I wondered when you would ask that.  The pig has a tube gag which is fully moulded to the mouth.  Inside the gag is a stuffer piece, which keeps the pig from talking.  But it also has a hollow tube perfect for accessing fluids.  The tube runs to the base of a urinal which is located behind the pig.  There is also a smaller tube running from the pigs cock and balls to the mouth piece.’  Alex smiled.  ‘Everything is suctioned, so the pig doesn’t miss a drop.’

Alex’s fingers moved enthusiastically in the air as he traced the layout of the tubes.  ‘It means that the pig gets to drink what I put down the urinal; that could be anything from Coke, to water, to my piss.  It also means that the pig gets to recycle his own piss and cum; a true pig in every sense of the word!’   Alex loved the look on their faces as he kept explaining.

‘As for waste products; the pig is on a liquid diet which means there is not much to shit out.  I’ve learned to spot the signs when it’s coming, so the same routine is applied as when the pig is cleaned – rubber restraints whilst on the toilet.’

Mike’s mouth was open slightly.  He loved everything he’d hear d so far, but still wanted to know more.

‘So what were all the monitors and machines I saw by the side of the pig?  What are they for?’

Alex smiled ‘Ah, glad to see you’re paying attention Mike!’  Alex ruffled Mike’s hair.  ‘Those machines monitor all of the pig’s vital signs.  If there is even a sniff of a problem it alerts me.  Alex drew breath and continued before Mike said anything more.  ‘It means I’m a bit of a prisoner in my own home – oh the irony, but as I work from home it’s not too much of a problem.  If I need to get out of the flat then I have a very trusted friend who comes over to pig sit.’ 

There was an important part of this whole set up that Alex had not shared with anyone.  But tonight, seeing as the pigs training was nearly over, he felt he could be even more candid with his friends.

‘There is one piece of this puzzle I still haven’t explained.’  Alex leaned in closer to the guys.  ‘Of course my fantasy had always been to own and control a boy, who I could mould into my slave.  But it goes deeper than just conditioning the mind.  I had to condition the body too.’  Alex eyes became emotional as he explained the last part of his plan.

‘Have you guys not noticed that every mirror is covered?’  At his point Bill and Mike looked around the kitchen and noticed that the mirror had a dust sheet over it. 

‘You see guys, when I say conditioning of the body; I wanted my pig to have the perfect body.  So I’ve been feeding the pig, shake mixes which will not only supply nutrients but will allow him to grow fat.  This with the combined electro stimulation has turned the pig from skinny boy into a big, stocky chunky pig.  During this process the pig has put on 5 stone and has the barrelled belly to prove it.  That’s another function of the computers, to recalculate the pig’s size and readjust the vacuum for a tight seal.  It’s just how I always wanted my pig to be.’

Bill turned to Alex and spoke softly.  ‘So the pig doesn’t know any of this?’

Alex looked pensive.  ‘Well I presume the pig knows he’s put weight on, but he’s not seen what he looks like since the first day of arrival as all the mirrors are covered. That was 6 months ago.’

Bill and Mike didn’t know what else to say.  All questions had been exhausted, all had been explained.  Now all that was left was that all three of them were hard.  Sensing the sexual tension in the air, Alex continued talking.

‘Now that I’ve explained all about the pig, do you guys want to meet him?  We have some unfinished business in the dungeon.’  With that, all three left the table and headed downstairs into the basement…

Bondage Interlude...

Just wanted to let the readers know, I'm posting this whilst I have a guy in bondage in the other room.

He's currently in pup mitts, arms above his head, padlocked to the door hangers.  He has on a leather hood, with the big lockable gag in place (the one I did a post about last month).  He has nipple clamps on which have been tied off to the D ring on his posture collar.  He has leg irons which have been screwed on in place.  And finally he has the Fetters Leather Chastity Shorts on, his cock and balls are nicely zipped and locked up.  Oh did I forget to mention there is a vibrating cock ring, locked up with his cock, on the highest setting.

I can tell he is enjoying his predicament from all the shuffling and heavy breathing he's doing. Think I'll answer a few more messages before I go and torment him further...

Straight Hell - Leon (Part Two)

Adrian is continuing to torment Leon with implements on his arse.  He's had enough of his whining so out comes the red ball gag!  Later he attaches pegs to Leon's nipples and cock, then leaves him to endure the humiliation and pain.  (Apologies for the sound quality).

If you wish to visit Straight Hell, click here - Straight Hell  (Please note this site is not available to subscribers in the UK so they can protect the actors identity.  Why, I have no idea!)