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Nate – Part 01

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By slavebladeboi

With thanks to POW for his editing skills and the many suggestions that inspired this story.

Nate made sure the door of his bedroom was locked before he stood naked, facing the window. There was no one else home, but it made him feel safe both mentally and physically. The windowsill was level with his hips, and the slats of the blind were at an angle that allowed him to see out without being seen. It was a position he’d taken up several times when he noticed that the new neighbour was out and about, either tending to the front garden of his house, directly opposite the house Nate shared with two other college guys, or washing his car or all the other small jobs that needed taking care of when the weather was warm and the sun out.

This time the neighbour, a guy who was obviously in his thirties and looked to be in perfect shape to 20-year-old Nate, well-built and wearing only some skimpy shorts, was washing his car on the drive. It was a 1970 Corvette Stingray, deep blue and perfect. Any reasonable young male, in fact any man of any age, would have made some excuse to stop by and compliment the guy on his choice of vehicle, but Nate wasn’t so forthright. He preferred to stay hidden and watch from a distance. Another reason for his reluctance to make an appearance was that locked around his right wrist was one half of a handcuff, the other half locked tightly round his cock and balls, thus leaving his left hand free to play with his nips as he wanked furiously, gazing at the bronzed body sweating in the heat of the afternoon sun, wiping the odd spray of soap suds and water off his body.

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Long Term Confinement – Part 04

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By Scribe and Stormbound

A few months after the Discipline Technologies slave warehouse was fully operational at our prison facility, we received a message from a potential client. This client indicated that he was looking to experience long term imprisonment and slavery at our facility. He indicated that he was well off and had inherited a trust fund that could automatically cover the payments for his incarceration. The candidate was in his late 20s and had no living relatives after his parents died in an accident several years prior leaving him to inherit their wealth. Recent attempts to be dominated were unsatisfactory as many masters were not harsh enough and seemed more interested in his money than true slavery or bondage.

We responded by sending a questionnaire, and his responses indicated a desire for heavy bondage, extreme discipline, objectification, slavery, and humiliation. After a few rounds of negotiation, we arrived at an agreement for his imprisonment conditions. The following is the candidates account of his arrival and confinement in our facility:

I couldn’t wait to tear open the envelope I received today from Discipline Technologies. We had discussed the terms of my confinement, and this letter finalized the date and instructions for reporting to the prison. I will serve one year closely confined in their underground prison and then serve one year as a slave in their warehouse facility. The company will make automatic withdrawals from my trust fund to pay for my incarceration. I won’t know when my term will end, but we did negotiate one way that I could end my ordeal. Every two years I will be given a choice to answer yes or no to continuing my imprisonment/enslavement or being released.

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Can Dreams Come True? Part 4

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By Shket36

With English-language editing by Joshua Ryan

Convict “Sanin”:

They took me back to the cell.  “To the wall”, “go”, “hands”, “to the original” – commands that I already carried out automatically.  I thought about my meeting with Nikolai.  I’d really missed someone who knew me, who knew my true interests…  And it seemed to me that Nikolai was proud of me, of how I clearly carried out all the commands of the officers…

So the time passed in thought until the evening inspection. As usual, at the command “on duty,” I stood at attention and made a report.  Then they took me out of the room, put me in position with my head bent against the wall, and examined me and my cell with special care.  But this would not be a normal inspection.  One of the officers who searched the cell shouted that he had found a “cache”!

I was shocked: “How? Where? It can’t be so!”  The senior officer immediately commanded: “Convicted Sanin. In your report you said that you do not have any prohibited items. We found a cache in your place containing a cutting object. This is a serious violation. Your reward is detention in a punishment cell for 30 days. Take him away.”

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Can Dreams Come True? Part 3

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By Shket36

With English-language editing by Joshua Ryan

Nikolai speaks:

June was approaching, the first hot days had set in.  In Eastern Siberia they are especially hot.  This always infuriated me, because I had to sweat in my Penitentiary Service synthetics or put on a woolen jacket with a cap. But I needed to visit my ward Peter. Working in the system, I was able to easily arrange a date, despite the fact that I am not a relative of the prisoner. When you’ve been part of the system for more than 12 years you become a tough and soulless person, but I felt a special attraction to Peter, which I had never had for any man before.  I liked this guy for some reason.

Arriving at the prison you have to go through an inspection procedure to detect any contraband, regardless of the fact that you work in the department.  You spread your arms like a convict so that the prison officer thoroughly searches you. After the standard procedure of filling out various papers, I was escorted to the meeting room.

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Can Dreams Come True? Part 2

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By Shket36

With English-language editing by Joshua Ryan

To say that I was worried would be an understatement, but again Nikolai found words to calm me down.  Then, after I shaved my face and head, he told me to dress up in my prison clothes.  For the first time, I had to put on a convict uniform with a badge — a badge with my photograph and convict number, but not my first name or my last.  From then on I would be a number.  When I had buttoned myself into my uniform and put my badge in place, Nikolai turned me to face the wall and ordered me to present my hands so he could put the guard cuffs on me.  These bracelets have a rigid hinge that prevents the prisoner from twisting his hands to find a more comfortable position.

Once my restraints were attached, Nikolai took me by the left arm near the shoulder, led me to the official car for escorting detainees, and put me in a special compartment–simply put, a cage, where I had to ride with my hands securely cuffed for several hours.  We were headed to the train station.

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Can Dreams Come True? Part 1

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By Shket36

With English-language editing by Joshua Ryan

This is a story about adults, and for adults only.

Senya Petrov speaks:

It’s hard to remember when I became interested in the prison theme. Since childhood I liked the feeling of helplessness. I imagined myself in the place of a prisoner, a convict.  One day, my godfather (he served in the police) left handcuffs at our house. This was my finest hour. It is difficult to describe the secret delight and excitement from the feeling of metal in my hands.

Time passed… school, university, work…  Interest in restrictions did not disappear. Gradually I began to form my own collection of shackles, handcuffs, chains. Two years ago I came across an advertisement for the sale of real convict uniforms. I think there is no need to explain that I wasted zero time placing my order. When I received the delivery of the black suit with gray stripes of a Russian prisoner, made of coarse fabric, my hands were shaking.  My adrenaline was off the charts, as was my excitement. From that time on, I began looking for prison-themed role-playing meetings.

A year or so ago — it was in mid-September— an intriguing message arrived in my inbox: “I can put you in prison temporarily.”

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Buying Love – The Admiral’s Origin Story: Part 04

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By Cutieboy90

“Ahhhhhhhhh…!” Shane Matthews sighed contentedly under the hot cascade of the shower. His voice echoed on the white marble tile as peppermint perfumed steam rose to caress his body. “Ahh fuck yeah…”

Matthews ran his hand across his chest, leaving a trail of thick lather clinging to his hair and skin. The muscular sailor leaned against the wall and idly lathered his cock with a fistfull of bubbles. Though spent after fucking Tyler Clark’s cute butt for over an hour, Matthews’ virile cock grew hard at the touch and memory of its latest conquest.

“Two for one. Kinda?” Matthews stroked himself gently working the luxurious oil-rich soap along his seven-inch length, replaying in his mind how he’d been the top of the dogpile. Sexy fucker Brent Charles all roped up and gagged, his alpha top ass being plowed by virgin Clark who was himself impaled on Matthews. “Yeah, it totally counts…” Matthews purred as he fondled his nuts.

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Buying Love – The Admiral’s Origin Story: Part 03

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By Cutieboy90

Jonathan Silber observed the evacuation from the starboard wing of the Comte de Savoie.

“This will take 15 minutes,” Martin called out.

“That’s it?” Roger and Silber exclaimed.

“That’s it!” Martin shrugged. “The ship has linked their thoughts. They are evacuating in a calm, orderly fashion as a collective unit. With their injuries stabilized and the pain receptors blocked, just about everyone can go directly to their assigned cabins.”

“‘Just about’ everyone?”

“Yes… There are a few individual cases that require some attention.” Captain Savoie said as several red pinpoints flashed on the hologram elevation of the carrier. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle. We’ll be underway very shortly.”

 

Jake Jackson’s head pounded with the cacophony of echoes in the stairwell. He didn’t know which way was up. His body was numb from exhaustion and cold; he couldn’t even feel the railing he clung so tightly to. The past four days were just a blur, Jackson couldn’t tell if it had been four days, four seconds, or four weeks. It didn’t matter really, it was four time units of pure hell.

It all stopped suddenly. Jackson’s senses returned just enough to remind him where he was. Numb, clammy, and cold, head throbbing. He’d soiled himself, he’d been sick on himself, and he’d been alone in the dark the whole time. Squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he could, Jackson sobbed heavily, his own broken voice echoing back to him.

Heavy boots marched across the floor.

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