By rts
Looking around my cell (as much as my posture collar permits), I see several chains hanging down from the ceiling, several eyebolts imbedded in the walls, the floor is dirt, and the air is hot and stifling. I am thirsty. The ball gag is getting unbearable. I’ve been here for a while, maybe 2 hours. I can’t move around much with my collar chained to the wall. I have to piss, and my arms cuffed behind my back are beginning to hurt.
I hear some noises outside my cell, rattling chains and heavy boots stomping along, someone shouting “move it fags” and a few heavy doors slamming and then the sounds of a key unlocking my cell. The door opens and a leather-clad and muzzled prisoner is shoved inside followed by 2 skinheads, one holding the chain locked to the leather man’s posture collar, the other holding what looks like a remote control box.
“Halt Fag” the one holding the box commands, and he immediately stops. The skinhead looks over at me. “Take a good look you sorry faggot, this is your immediate future.”
I slowly followed behind Dallas, feeling the huge plug shift in my hole with every step. Seriously – every step was like I was getting fucked deep with this monster in me. Not only was my hole getting drilled with every step – but with the restraints I couldn’t even take full stride, and Dallas sure as fuck wasn’t slowing down to wait for me. “Hurry up faggot I gotta piss” is all Dallas said without even turning back to look at me struggling to keep up.
