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By Joshua Ryan
I think I mentioned that Mr. Patrick didn’t spend as much time at his job as the Colonel spent at his. Nothing close. In the afternoon he was usually to be found lying on the nine-foot couch, watching videos or having an early cocktail. 9555, the pretty young airhead, fetched him his drinks, and while that was happening I wasn’t given any chores in that part of the quarters.
But one day it was me that he summoned, and when I’d set his drink on the end table—or more precisely, on the little marble coaster that needed to be placed precisely at arm’s reach on the end table—he told me to “wait at the wall,” which meant standing at attention in my usual arms-behind-my-back posture. Half an hour passed before he finished with whatever he was doing on his phone. I was happy, just looking at the walls that enclosed me and the comfortable furniture that I was permitted to clean but never to sit on. Then his voice said, “Here.” His glass was on the coaster, with his phone beside it. “Suck me,” he said.
He opened his slacks and dropped them over his knees. He was being careful; he didn’t want to get a stain. I dropped in front of him, automatically loosening the collar of my uniform for the job ahead of me. “Stay in uniform,” he ordered. “And watch the teeth.”
By Joshua Ryan
It’s humiliating to say this, but I’ll do it, because “humiliation” is something I was learning to like: I was enjoying my life in prison. I was glad I’d told 8363 my story about being the prisoner of my former boyfriend and sub. It was sort of like bragging. He took it that way, and enjoyed it: “That is so humiliating! You are definitely being humbled!” I liked having things to say that were interesting to him, and that always was. When we were forming up to be marched someplace, or when we were listening to one of those lectures we had to attend, he’d whisper to me, “This is your punishment for not respecting the Colonel.” Always gave me a hardon. Maybe that was just more of the brainwashing! But it helped me learn more about prison, and being a prisoner.
If you’re a normie, everything about your life has to be taken seriously. Every decision demonstrates whether you deserve respect or not. You blew a business deal, you didn’t demand more salary, you didn’t join the right club, you didn’t vote for the right party, you didn’t go to the best resort, you didn’t get a totally hot boyfriend . . . you are in trouble.
Kyle has endured so much already, and the marks from the flogging are showing on his naked body. The prisoner can try to flee, but Master Tye has the place locked down, he’s not going anywhere until the sadistic jock has had his fun. Strung up and swinging, the captive faces even more pain from the strings of the flogger while Master Tye uses him.
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Title of this video: Don’t Look At Me Boy – Part 2
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By Joshua Ryan
It was an interesting conversation—so interesting that now it was even harder for me to sleep in my bunk at night. A few months before, I would have dismissed his prison shit right away–nothing but weirdness. Now I was confused. Why was he telling me this stuff? Was it to make me love him, or warn me not to? The sight of Paul in his convict suit, indistinguishable from the other cons—that was me, wasn’t it? Wasn’t that what he meant? And if I loved him, that’s how I’d end up? But that’s how I already had ended up! I flipped up my badge and looked at the picture. That gray little blob might as well be “Paul.”
So now I was playing with my badge when I should have been sewing. And at night, it wasn’t enough to jerk—yeah, I was doing that, what do you think?—but I had to dream, too. One dream I remembered: I was outside the Pen—they’d let me out! I was so happy! At last I was free! I walked off down the street, and I looked back at the walls, which I knew, even in the dream, I was mainly just making up in my head, because I’d only seen them once from the outside, and then I was squinting through the bars of a prison bus.
