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The Craftsmen — The Final Chapter

By Marknorth

Almost 7 months had passed since Roger was locked up in his suit.  The longest that I had kept him in it was about 12 days.  Then the suit was removed and he was allowed to shower, get all of his hair removed, “relax” in his solitary cell for a few days – then he was locked back up.  I varied the duration that he was in the suit and the time he was out to keep him off balance.  After a few of these cycles he had become very compliant and did not struggle against my guards when it was time to be locked back in.  While he was locked in the suit I enjoyed taunting him from time to time.  I never knew exactly what I was going to say when I picked up the mic from the monitoring console, but something always came to me.  These mind games were an important part of his imprisonment (for me anyway).

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Craftsmenship

By Marknorth

I didn’t care for the plaster encapsulation of my head at all.  Breathing through straws stuck in my nostrils as the plaster cured didn’t do it for me a tall.  In addition to the straws, the plaster shrunk as it dried and kept getting warmer and warmer.  I’m not claustrophobic by any means – I’ve been locked in a shitload of bondage hoods, sometimes for days – but that plaster really got to me.

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The Palisade

By Marknorth

It had been a rough flight.  The little 18-seat puddle jumper had bounced and jerked through the storm for the entire 2 hours it was in the air.  Landing at the little rural airport had been an adventure in itself; the wind was so strong that the plane seemed to slide sideways down the runway.  Now he was standing in the rain with 5 other guys waiting for their ride.

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Put It On – Part 2

By Marknorth

Part 2

“I’ll say it one more time and then there will be consequences.  Put it on.”

The guy in the cell looked down at the device that had just been set on the small shelf in the door.  He shivered a little and glanced around the small cell one more time.  When he had been locked in it he had still been hooded, but had been stripped naked and even the cock-cage he had been wearing was removed.

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Locker Room Tales – Resigned to Fate

By Marknorth

The rest of the school year went by slowly.  I was able to get a job working in the main cafeteria during the day and cleaning up the classrooms at night. The team captain had somehow arranged it and he told me that there was no reason for me not to work all day – I wouldn’t have any kind of social life, anyway.

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The Device Part 3

By Marknorth

Part 3

Intellectually, I knew that I shouldn’t have posted those pathetic, pleading messages on the site.  Emotionally, however, I had no choice.  I needed my freedom back.  The chastity in and of itself was almost tolerable; but his nearly sadistic control was not.  My life was no longer my own.  Every little misstep I made was punished – sometimes to the point of brutality.

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