By Rubrpig
This is a work of fiction loosely based on a fabled facility, The Academy.
The author writes chained into a chair, wearing Wesco boots, a Carrara chastity belt, a heavy leather posture collar and nipple clamps as required by his Master and Owner. It has been locked in the chastity belt for 3 years and has agreed to it being made permanent.
And it continues…
The other officers in the room finished with their prisoners and they all left the barracks room and turned off the lights. Gary laid there in the darkness and moaned as his cock got hard again and the head of his cock pressed against the spikes in his cock tube. He tried shifting but the restraints held him, and he grunted into the muzzle. The other men in the room with him moaned periodically as well. He wondered what time it was as he had become disorientated during the first session strapped in the chair. He realized that he had not seen any windows in the facility, so he had no idea if it was night or day. He slowly fell asleep.
