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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 02

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By felon

Thanks for all your messages. To continue:

Early on in this experience I requested the time to arrange for a haircut. After a day I received a message approving the haircut, and also telling me where to go for the cut.

Now with the virus, it had been months since I had a decent haircut. I followed his direction and made an appointment at a traditional barbershop. I was told to make sure the barber saw my ankle with the device strapped on, and let others see it as well in the barbershop.

I made the appointment, and he placed the time and date on the calendar.

Was he planning on being there as well? Who knows… So when I arrived exactly on time the barber — a burly, bear-looking guy — was polite and conversational. I made sure he saw the device when I was sitting in the chair, a few minutes later another gentleman came in the shop for his haircut. I made sure he saw the device. I proceeded to have my hair cut very short – a No. 1 buzz on the sides and a No. 2 on the top. Paid my bill and left. Just exactly what I was expected to do.

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The WORC Program – Part 08

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By Joshua Ryan

While I was thinking about all the things that could mean for my future (!!!), the dudes in jeans were putting me on the truck. I’m saying “on the truck” instead of “in the truck” because my place was in a cage attached to the bed. I would ride to the farm like an animal. No, not “like.”

The two five-gallon tubs of Slick It Off were nestling beside the cage. One of the dudes told me to stow my box behind them, and he unclipped the leash from my collar and handed it to the cop. I could see a lot of leashes hanging in the truck’s rear window; I guess they didn’t need any more. And was that a rifle sticking up between the seats? That or a shotgun! They’d be ready for me, in case I caused any trouble during my transport.

They opened the little gate to the cage, and I clambered in. You could tell that the cage wasn’t just a temporary part of the truck; it was bolted to the bed. There wasn’t enough room to stand up in, but there were little shelves on each side of it where somebody could sit. Just enough for four workies to be crammed inside. But today only one workie was out for delivery — me. I had the whole cage to myself.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 01

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By felon

Most of this story is true, and if there is interest it can be continued.

It all started out with my interest in bondage of all kinds, especially Law Enforcement, Military and Prison settings. For years I traveled all over the country to participate in heavy metal bondage actions.

I had made several trips to The Academy, and its later brother – The Training Center. Several trips to west coast areas and Washington State, and as we all know some of these trips work out great and others not so great.

So keeping that in mind I wanted to relay my most recent experience — a different kind of bondage experience in this Covid situation.

I had responded and had a conversation with a man into prisoner control. In fact we eventually determined that we were in the same general area. Although we have exchanged emails we never actually met in person. Finally it was decided that we should meet. Now his idea was different, he wanted to try something non-traditional. Being starved for any kind of action I was of course interested in pursuing a meeting.

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The WORC Program – Part 07

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By Joshua Ryan

I don’t know how long it took for Grig to unlock the door and take me out of the room, but by that time all the other workies were back in their boxes. End of another perfect day.

“How’d it go?” Grig said. “Buyer like what he saw?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. My job right then was not to break down in hysterical faggot tears.

“Too bad. Sergeant told me the guy’s got money.”

“Yeah. He does.”

“But I guess he’s lookin for somethin special.” We’d reached the door of my box. “In you go,” he said. And he locked me in for the night.

I hoped that morning would never come again, but it did. After that, every day was the same. The only difference was what I got to scrub or shine or wax–one or many times. Officers had a way of finding you on your knees, just finishing up your part of the hallway, and accidentally spilling your bucket all over it. “Too bad. Guess you’ll need to do it again, workie.”

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The WORC Program – Part 06

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By Joshua Ryan

Actually, it was like, two rooms, one for the workie and one for the shopper. On the shopper’s side of the room there were two or three nice comfy chairs and a nice wooden table, with something that looked like a big notebook or catalogue that was open on the top. Then there was a polished wooden barrier, about three feet high. Then there was a space. Then there was another kind of barrier. This one went from floor to ceiling and was made out of steel fencing. Yeah, the kind of thing they make fences out of. After that, you were in the workie’s room. Where I was. I don’t need to tell you that there wasn’t any furniture on my side of the room, unless you count the two cams hanging from the ceiling. The lack of furniture made it easier for me to pace up and down, waiting for someone—Mike!–to come through the door on the other side.

By the time he did, I was completely revved up. And he was looking his best. I always liked him in those long, loose sweaters. The drapery showed whatever muscles he had. Surprisingly, his new slacks were perfect. Despite my not picking them out for him.

“Mike!” I said, rushing to the fencing. “I’m SO glad to see you! And you’re right on time!”

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Getting Fucked by My Best Friend

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By SockgaggedJason

SockgaggedJason story gay demonThe summer after we graduated high school, my best friend Tyler came to live with me for a few weeks. He had been kicked out of his home after some fights with his dad.

We had always played bondage games with each other. I developed a crush on him and our games took on a sexual overtone for me. He joined the wrestling team, and his body was really shaping up. We started, however, to have different interests and new friends at this point.

Considering we had drifted apart the last couple of years, his staying at my house was a way for us to rekindle our friendship.

One night he came back to my home after working out at a local gym. He had jogged back in his rubber jump suit because he was dropping weight. Tyler still had dreams of making it on a college wrestling team somewhere next fall even though he hadn’t actually enrolled yet.

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Cum Quietly

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By Damian and slavebladeboi

“It’s funny isn’t it, what turns different people on. I’ve always been a bedroom and cellar guy. One half of me loves the sexy rubber restraint and slow erotic torture in a warm and comfortable surrounding the other half for the hard, gut churning, heartless “so you think you’re hard enough do you…?” where your heart misses a beat and your limits are there to be pushed. Neither is better or worse than the other, it’s bit like different courses at a meal.”

I looked at Greg as he sat on the floor, leaning back against the sofa wondering where all this was going.

“We’ve discussed this before though haven’t we?” Greg looked a bit puzzled, as we certainly had discussed this. We played together, in fact we did most things together, apart from living together which seemed to be something we didn’t discuss. Ever.

“I know, but it always fascinates me” I said, “You enjoy areas of kink I’d never even considered before we met yet we get on like lovers on their honeymoon when we’re together doing things for each other we know they go for.”

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The Rules of the Game – Chapter 08

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By Jackson Amacher

Dylan was gagged, handcuffed, his ankles chained to the concrete floor, and his ass still sore from a double-fucking. Yet Dylan felt like the most powerful guy in the room right now.

The Reds were turning on each other. Even before Colton had shouted down an offer that one of the six Reds could go free if he stripped and subdued the others, Rex had stripped Mark naked and tied him next to Colton. That’s one down, five to go.

The Reds, Dylan remembered, for the most part were not athletic types. Rex got to choose team members last, after all. Rex was, by far, the strongest guy left. He could take any of them in a fight.

So, that’s why the other four ganged up on their Supreme Leader almost immediately. They knocked him to the floor, right by Dylan’s feet. One of them sat on his chest, while the others started got his boots and pants off, leaving Rex wearing only boxer briefs and his shirt.

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