A gay man emerging from a traumatizing relationship receives an unexpected request for online friendship from a handsome correctional officer. But when the online friend becomes a real-life presence, the situation takes on a disturbing and dangerous aspect.
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By Rubrpig
4798 looked over at his guard seated in the adjoining seat on the plane that was taking them back to the city where the facility was located. He was getting very nervous as the pilot had just announced that they were on final approach. The engine noises changed and then he felt the thump of the landing gear hitting the runway and then the reverse thrust and braking kicked in, throwing him slightly forward in his seat as the plane slowed down.
The plane taxied to the terminal and stopped at the gate. The passengers around him stood up and got ready to get off but his guard told 4798 to remain seated as they were going to be the last ones off the flight. 4798 nodded and remained seated as ordered.
These classic images are from the vaults of Mr S.
Here’s another work by the artist Joe T. This is image is being shared here with the permission of the artist.
I really like this picture, because it depicts a prison guard who has been overpowered by one of the inmates. According to google translate, the text reads as follows:
But it fits me impeccable, this uniform! Thanks, Johnson!
Escape in the warehouse of a prison
HINT: A similar scenario is depicted in the multi-part story in the Prison Library called Busman’s Holiday by lthr_jock, in which an inmate figures out how to switch places with a hunky prison guard.
Hey punk, if you were handcuffed to this table would you talk?
Today’s picture is from Serious Male Bondage
By ty dehner
Is this the end?
It took me a couple of hours to write the story for this leather master. The writing was difficult at times, as my focus would stray from the written word to the pain in my ass as the steel plug would ramp up the electroactivity. But I was able to conclude my writing and provide Chris with the signal that I had completed it and saved the file to the folder that he had instructed me to. Now I had to wait for him to read it. The screen went black and I was alone in the bondage, hearing my breathing as I awaited my fate.
The fresh air filled the space and my nose picked up his scent as I was aware that Chris had read my work and would render my verdict. The light filled the small space that I had been trapped in for several hours. My cock grew a bit as I thought about the results of my writing about the power that Chris has taken over me.
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