By Taurus
Part 14 – “A Friend”
Russell slowly undid James’ bondage, first flipping him on his front to unknot the rope, then onto his backside. The gag came out last, after he had been sat back up.
“Sir…”
“I know what you’re gonna ask me, so I’ll tell you: pleasure sessions don’t mean orgasm sessions. I could let you cum, or I could edge you. The pleasure was in the time you were free from your cage.”
A lengthy silence capped off this part of the conversation. It was Russell who broke the silence.
“Got any more questions?”
“Who was that just now, sir?”
“It’s Riley, another slave like you.
“He’s new here, and he’s staying for a month, a little longer than the two weeks for most normal people.”
James blushed. The year he signed up for was just a tiny bit crazier. Seeing this, his handler chuckled and patted his shoulder.
“Ah, his thing is being treated like shit. He asked for his handler to all round abuse him. All allowed in the contract, of course.”
The light comes on, the cell door swings open, another day of hell begins after another miserable night in sweaty leathers with butt plug torment. A single skinhead steps in and says, “Fag prisoner #5, get your butt over the squat toilet and present your ass.” Jake crawls on hands and knees, chains rattling, over the dirt floor and waits by the pit. The skinhead unlocks and removes jakes’s muzzle and the crotch strap from the harness, unzips his butt access and proceeds with the enema.