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When the Loss Prevention Officers interrogate him, he won’t reveal his name! To get him to open up, the Officers stuff his mouth with their rock-hard dicks. Then, they take turns stretching his hole for a little added punishment.
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Written by Lukas Tyler
Try as I might, all I could possibly see outside was mown grass. One by one, the doors to the cells opened. The guys in green pushed a gentleman’s head down. They kept us from hitting our heads as we shuffled, hunched, out of the cage. Thank you. The familiar face left. I wouldn’t see it again for hours. But my sense of time was gone. I had no watch. I had no phone. They were in my luggage, which was labeled “Lukas” on blue painters tape, in a clear plastic bag labeled “Lukas” on blue painters tape. Every rule I had seen, every request thus far, I had followed to the letter. I didn’t want to be a target. I needed to be good.
“Next!” some guy in green shouted.
It was my turn. I shuffled forward, clanking chains against the metal cage.
“Step!” Some guy in green shouted. He pushed my head down.
“Thank you,” I thought. “Thank you, Sir,” I should have thought. The sun was bright in my eyes. I hadn’t been in the cage that long, but my eyes disagreed. More guys in green stood outside the back of the van. Four? Maybe. My mind was racing. The moment I stepped out men started shouting. I turned right. In front of me a gang of guys in white were shouting wild things. I couldn’t make out anything specific, but I really didn’t want to. It seemed like a group of hardened prisoners. Fuck. Now I have to deal with them too, in addition to the guys in green.
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When a credit card is declined, submissive muscled stud Ace Era has to pay off his hog’s debt to wicked Dominic Pacifico in tight and restrictive rope bondage.
Title of this shoot: “Muscle Stud Ace Era Dominated in Rope Bondage and Edged to Cum!” See preview video HERE
Mason Lear has been caught! Sebastian Keys and Brodie Ramirez drag their new victim into their domain where Mason is at their mercy until he is begging to cum.
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Written by Lukas Tyler
Note: This was my actual experience from a weeklong prison roleplay event and 100% accurate to the best of my ability. Originally this story was written only as a personal reference of a very meaningful experience I had. I tried to preserve every step, every thought, and every interaction. This is not fiction.
I think I’m at the right spot. None of us have ever been here before. The guy that was supposed to drive cancelled three days ago. I volunteered because I get motion sickness in the back seat, but being the young guy I feel I have to take the worst seat. I like the power and control that driving gives me. But it also means when something goes wrong, it’s my fault. One of the two others in the car is telling me to follow the GPS. I’m trying to match the red circle on a screenshot to Google Maps. He tells me to turn right. I don’t. I block out everything he’s saying, trying to focus on what instinctually feels right. I keep driving and then find a parking lot with a dozen cars, and an old white school bus with paint over whatever label it used to have.
There’s a building the size of a small house with one door propped open by a chair. A chain link fence at least 12 feet tall topped with razor wire exists mere feet past the building. Inside the fence stood worn square buildings that looked of 1960s construction with peeling white paint. It wasn’t meant to be inviting. It was meant to say you don’t belong here. And no one was there. The county road had an occasional car on the other side of an overgrown ditch that separated us from them. It felt like the right spot.
