Thanks to Mark at Serious Male Bondage for the pictures!
I don’t know exactly all the details to how the conversation started with Brig, but I can certainly tell you where it led. It started on a Tuesday night. More or less every week, my dorm residential advisor Brigham, whom I’ve known since LDS Sunday school, came around at night, sometimes just to chat or watch a movie. Over the years, we’d become really close and thought we understood each other well. He was now a grad student, twenty-three years old, and had a body I could never catch up to no matter how much I tried at the gym.
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Part 5 – The last day of the camp
I woke up when the sky started to brighten and my sleep last night was good because I could have fresh air for the night. When I spent my last 2 nights in the cell, the air circulation was bad and to make it even worse, our odors filled the room. My clothes were muddy and sandy due to direct contact with the ground. I stand up and stretched my body. I couldn’t see anyone in my sight and I guessed they were still asleep. I felt my wrist shackles were sticking to my skin and I managed to slide them up to my arms.
Thanks for the book, Steve!
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Part 3 – First Day of the Chain Gang
The night was long and my sleep was not too good. We were woke up when the light shined into the room from the barred windows. I don’t know the time but I guessed it was about 6:00 – 6:30 am. One guard came into the room and unfastened the long ankle shackle leading chains that hold us together for the night. We were ordered to step down from the bed, put our boots and line up outside the building. The guards passed a 3 feet thin rope to everyone of us and told us to tie one end to ankle shackle’s ‘O’ ring and hold the other end with our hands while we walk.
One of the more impressive displays in the vendor mart at IML — year in and year out — is that of Mr S, and these guys were kind enough to post literally HUNDREDS OF PICTURES from in and around their booth this year. These pictures include the likes of Ruff, Van Darkholme of Bound Gods, Richard Hunter, guys in Carrara chastity belts, and much more.
Here are some of the shots I found especially interesting:
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Part 2 – Chain Gang
The sense of losing track of time made me feel helpless. It was 16:00 when I took a look on the clock hanging on the wall before we left the room. All of us were sitting in the wagon with 2 guards watching us sitting near to the back door. There was a gate between the guards and us. The weather was hot and air circulation was bad as there was only two 6”x6” small windows with iron bars in the inmate compartment. We sweated like just finished diving. The drive was long for the 40 miles and it took 2 hours for that because we were moving slow due to traffic jam in the city.
Inmate Chuck spent a few days at the infamous BlackSteel Correctional Facility run by Yossie, where he was required to sleep in a cold cement jail cell at night and shovel rock and fill pot holes during the day — all while wearing a set of heavy steel “five-way” shackles (neck, wrists, ankles), which were RIVITED-ON.
Much more pictures of this, plus video, are available at Serious Male Bondage.