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The Prison Writer – Chapter 01

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The Prison Writer

By Joshua Ryan

This story is for adults and about adults only.

It is also fiction.  Any connection to real entities is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

I’m Steven Meres, and I met Deputy Sheriff Dean Brannigan at a brunch given by my agent, Jerry Canto.

Jerry was a flighty, flamboyant queen, but why should I stereotype anyone?  After all, I’m a novelist; I should be above all that.  I’m just trying to explain why I was surprised when I got to the restaurant and found Jerry sitting next to a person whom he would undoubtedly have described as a superhunk.  I was prepared to be envious, but Jerry let me know right away that the man was, “unfortunately for me, only a friend.”

“Steven, client, meet Dean, gambling buddy.  I mean, buddy who gambles,” Jerry said.

The guy stood up to shake hands, and my first impression kept being right.  Six feet two, 100 percent muscle.  The long-sleeve tee did nothing to cover it up.  Neither did the jeans.

“Gambling buddy?” I asked him.

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Prison by the Sea

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This story was inspired by the description of the Santa Marta dungeon in “Papillon” by Henri Charriere.

I recently tried to book a cell in Discipline Technologies’ Long Term Confinement Prison. I wanted an extended stay in solitary confinement. Unfortunately, I was told that all the cells were occupied and that an opening was not expected for some time. However, the DT representative said that due to the high demand, a new prison had just been built and cells were immediately available there. The experience would be different, but long-term isolation was assured.

I booked an indefinite stay. I paid one month up front and opened a Venmo account that DT could charge monthly for my incarceration. I deposited some money into the account, and I told my Sir and several bondage club buddies that they could add money to the account whenever they wished to extend my confinement.

I was told to wear my favorite long term chastity cage and bring all the keys with me. I chose a tight-fitting metal cage that attaches to my PA. I knew it couldn’t fall off or be pulled off or cut off. It could only be removed by using a unique key.

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