By Catdude
Josh walked down the stairs towards the cell, he knew that his booted feet would make a fair bit of noise on the metal stairs, but then that was the point, he wanted the occupant of the cell to know he was coming, and all the good and bad things that implied, he swung open the door and smiled at the scene before him, at the far end of the room, though it was essentially a cell since it contained a prisoner, was two metal poles embedded in the cement.
By Mister-X / Spartan
That first Saturday for Tim out of the punishment sleep sack, all the boys were released at the same time to exercise and get cleaned up. Each would dress in his rubber cat suit with the hood down, go out to the breakfast table, and be restrained to his chair by the rubber boy. The last to sit down was Mr. Johnson.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Thursday night at home and Friday at the office were a repeat of the previous sessions. But this time after everyone had left and Mr. Johnson had released Tim from the chains and pole, he started to have a little chat with Tim. He asked Tim how he was enjoying his new life. Tim was pleased to have this little one-on-one, and told Mr. Johnson that he was enjoying it, though it was difficult being in that tight hard shirt with tie which would be choking him some for half his day, followed by the rubber suit with its enormous gag which hurt his jaw muscles for the other half.
By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle
They were indeed worthy captives. But it was the SEAL who caught the head Butu’s eye. He slowly approached the suffering SEAL
As the chief approached the tribesmen fell silent and smiled with pride awaiting their leader’s approval. The only sound was the rasping breath from the throats of the captives and the sound of their boot soles scraping the ground as they struggled to maintain their positions and avoid self strangulation.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Tim had noticed the previous evening that Mr. Johnson would take one guy at a time, start him off with his hands strung up over his head, and start beating him before putting him into bondage. While this was happening, the other guys were required to stay at ramrod straight attention. After their beatings, unlike that first evening, Mr. Johnson would remove the gag from the other guys, and they would tell Mr. Johnson what bondage they wanted to be placed in. He would oblige them after re-inserting their gags.
By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle
The barge lazily floating down the Amazon River could barely be seen through the thick haze. It was night. The journey had begun earlier that afternoon, but the humidity had increased to an almost unbearable degree. The barge was surrounded by murky water, which had become steamy as night descended on the jungle with its dense tropical growth. There was an eerie silence surrounding the barge as it continued down the river.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Tim was tied up in his back yard. They had been playing cowboys and Indians. As usual, Tim was the Indian, and he was captured and had his hands tied behind him, as well as his ankles tied. But this time, he also had a noose pulled up tightly around his neck, and was standing on a piece of firewood set upright, sweating and nervous. The cowboys were going to be ‘hanging this injun varmit who had been harassing the settlers’.
By Mister-X / Spartan
“Larry, I know how much you enjoy my old-fashioned stocks. I need to demonstrate how they work to Tim.”
The one named Larry started at hearing this. He obviously didn’t look forward to it. As Mr. Johnson was unhooking his collar from the others, Larry was trying to talk through his gag, but no intelligible words came out. Mr. Johnson said, “It’s no good pleading with me. Take it like a man.”