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Behind bars at the Chained Muscle prison
My Trip to Paris – Chapter 14
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 14: Sewing Your Own Prison
We entered the Pen through the gate. No more front door and lobby for me. I was promptly escorted to the Colonel’s residence and locked in the cage in the servants hall. 6839, 1057, and 9555 were buzzing around, preparing for Mr. Patrick’s afternoon snack and casting sidelong glances at me, afraid to ask what had happened. Afraid, or indifferent. More glances were cast as 9555 stepped into the role of conveying the snack, and a very long time elapsed until he returned. I was in the cage, looking out through the bars like an owl in the zoo.
Then, while 1057 heated the stove for the couple’s first course at dinner, the Colonel himself strode in, ordering everyone out of the servants’ area. They scuttled away, 1057 casting anguished eyes at his stove—puzzled, like all of them, where he was supposed to go. My prediction was the servants’ john.
“You did a good job today, convict,” the Colonel said, walking up to the cage.
“Thank you, sir.”
“It was a privilege never given to any other convict.”
“Yes sir. I am grateful for my privileges, sir.”
He was pacing restlessly, but always keeping my face in view. Every time he passed the cage, I could see his dick growing harder behind his pants. At first I wasn’t sure. Then I was.
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Kenji is bound and hung
Encho loosens his hemp ropes, preparing them for today’s willing prey. Kenji in fundoshi is nervous to see the coils and knots of hemp curled on the floor below, but excited to be bound and hung for the first time. The rope and its knots little by little limit his hunky body’s ability to move freely. Encho’s rope work works down from Kenji’s arms, around his lean belly then to his legs. One leg hangs in the air and his face shows signs of anguish. The other gets tied up and hung in the air as well. The only thing balancing his body is the hemp ropes suspending his entire body completely off the ground. Encho pulls tighter around Kenji’s neck to control his breathing, enjoying the signs of exquisite agony in Kenji’s face. he finally lowers Kenji’s body, now covered in sweat and rope marks. Freed from fear and suffering, Kenji feels an enjoyable rush of adrenaline coursing through his body.
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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 13
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 13: Stage Struck
“Thanks for the gossip,” 8363 said. “You know how it turns me on.”
“Anything to serve,” I said.
“You definitely like serving the Colonel.”
If you can shrug when you’re wrapped up in a bunk with the guy you’re shrugging at, I shrugged.
“Too bad,” he said, “that he’s just running a test.”
“Yeah. To see if I’ve been tamed. He said he could tame me, and he was right. He’s got his answer.”
“Actually, he’s testing himself.”
“Sure, sure.”
“You can’t fuck something that doesn’t get you hard.”
“So?”
“So you think he likes being turned on by the tool he’s made out of you? I like it, but that’s because I’m a tool myself.”
“I’m glad you’re screwed onto me.”
We played for a while. He had an amazing tongue—great in my mouth, great on my toes, great when it slithered across my bald head. Then he told me, “He’s testing himself to see if he wants to be like you. If he wants to be tamed . . . punished . . . shackled . . . worked . . . .”
“Who cares? Just keep doing what you’re doing . . . .”