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The Prison Writer – Chapter 10

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By Joshua Ryan

Something woke me.  It was the bus slowing down as it took an exit.  There was nothing around but trees.  Tall pine trees.  I knew we’d been going north, but I didn’t realize how far we’d got.  This was the fucking forest primeval.

“Where are we?” I asked.

Junior was awake and looking out the window.  He nodded toward something coming into view.  It was a sign with an arrow pointing to the left.

MASKAWA

Ferry 12 m.

“Maskawa,” I said.  “That name sounds familiar…”

“Worst prison in the state,” he muttered.  He didn’t say it like “I don’t give a fuck.”  He said it like, “fuck, this is bad.”

Then I remembered.  Dean said that too.  He said it was the toughest prison in the state.  When he said I wouldn’t be sent there.

“Maybe we’re not stopping there,” I said.  “Maybe they’re taking us someplace else.”

“Ain’t no other joint up here.  Maskawa’s the end of the line.”

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Sling sex with bondage and a duct tape gag

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Submissive twink Tyler Tanner waits in a sling, clad in all the requisite leather gear a captive like him should wear: nothing but a collar and black jockstrap. His hands are bound by taut leather cuffs at one end while his ankles are locked in stirrups at the other. His mouth is duct-taped shut and his cock bounces with excitement as he waits for his dominant twink top, Andrew Bolt. He needs Andrew. He needs him in this dimly lit dungeon. He needs to be used and abused. Andrew makes his way in wearing a sinister red-lined leather harness. He taunts, teases, and titillates Tyler by stroking the sub’s rigid dick. The bound prisoner can only respond with pleasured moans muffled and lost by the duct tape sealing his mouth.

Submissive twink Tyler Tanner waits in a sling

 

After he’s had enough of teasing his plaything, Andrew moves to the sub’s hole and prods it with his tongue, fingers, and a toy. Eventually, though, the top tires of these games, and needs to pump and unload. He slides his cock into Tyler’s starving chute, and pumps his rock-hard meat in and out of Tyler’s hungry hole. Soon his balls tighten, and his cock spews another load into his muffled bottom. He leaves Tyler there, dangling, dripping. When he’s ready, he’ll use him again.

clad in all the requisite leather gear a captive like him should wear

 

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 09

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By Joshua Ryan

That afternoon I collapsed on my bunk and began to think.  I thought about what a fool that counselor was and about how he must be wrong, how he must have been talking to some imaginary Steven Meres who was going to spend his life in prison.  I thought about how much I hated him for saying those terrible words to me, and how many things I’d like to do to show him that I had a life and he didn’t.  Every time I looked down at the childish orange clothes they’d put me in, I saw how much he and “the institution” had on their side.

But … I needed to come to my senses.  After all, I was there to write a book.  I should be remembering my observations, collecting my story descriptions … I tried, but I couldn’t focus on that.  It all seemed like thoughts in some other person’s mind, the mind of somebody who wasn’t locked in a steel box.

On the morning of the seventh day I was cuffed and taken out of my box and marched to the end of the big hallway, where there was a door that led to a loading dock.  Standing on the dock was a cage with bars on its top and all four sides.  It was a very large cage, and I was put into it with about 80 other prisoners.  The officer who put me in pointed to a small steel toilet next to the bars. “You need to use the can, use it now.  You’re goin on the chain bus.”

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Another Weekend – Part 1

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I turned off the ignition and walked the bike backwards down his driveway. I was already hot inside the leathers, the lining of which was beginning to stick to my skin. Kicking the sidestand into position, I swung my leg over and stood. The front door was closed, but he always left it unlocked when I was due to make an appearance. I undid the helmet strap and pulled my new Shoei up and off, this one was white with blue and yellow lightning flashes, making sure not to drop it like I did once before with an older one. So much for not being nervous.

Gloves off, keys in pocket, best foot forward.

Once inside the hallway I stripped off. Not as easy as you may think. I like my leathers good and tight, which adds to the “cling factor” when I’m naked and sweaty beneath them. After taking off my boots and having a one-man wrestling match with my one piece I folded the leathers as much as I could and placed my helmet and gloves on top. Deep breath and on into the next room.

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