Check out these pictures from The Sneaker Boy:
The Sneaker Boy writes,
“In these photos my boyfriend, Jake Wolf, was chained in my Mr. S heavy iron restraints. While he was taking a nap in his new Nike Foamposite I slipped the restraints around his ankles and tightened the screws to secure him.”
Thanks for the hot pictures, Sneaker Boy!
The Mr S ankle restraints are available here
A local friend tied me in a chair wearing paratrooper boots and a flight suit:
Check this out. Jared’s latest captive is a charismatic college stud with an odd name. Felix gets a taste of what’s to come when a huge dildo is shoved in his mouth. Here is a free preview video from the men over at Dream Boy Bondage:
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I took pictures of these restraints during a recent visit to the museum across the street from Ford’s Theater in Washington, D.C. These are rigid handcuffs and ankle shackles used on Dr. Samuel Mudd, who was the doctor who treated the fugitive John Wilkes Booth.
And here is a reproduction of the type of canvas hood they used on the conspirators in the Lincoln assassination — including Lewis Powell.
I made a visit to this museum while on a business trip recently. I was with a female co-worker, who no doubt was wondering why I was so interested in these particular items.
To learn a bit more about these types of historical restraints, see this previous posting.
By Mister-X/Spartan
I was never in the Marines, but I’ve always been fascinated by them. In particular, I love their uniforms and their discipline. I purchased various of their uniforms on e-Bay which I wear at home.
I also have been interested in being bound and dominated. It was at the local bondage club that I met Jerry. He had been a Marine drill sergeant, and liked topping guys, as well as reliving his drill sergeant days. I invited him to come to my home on weekends to relive his favorite times. He was only too happy to do so.
Sometimes others with my desires would join us, and sometimes some of his Marine buddies would join us as well. He always wanted me to dress in my Marine uniforms at home, uniforms I had to keep in spotless condition, standing at attention for his arrival, saluting him when we would meet. He would, of course, inspect me and start yelling orders into my ear. I wasn’t allowed to relax from attention until he told me to. Any shortcomings, real or imagined, would be punishable by bondage. This suited both of our desires.
