Prison Loaf

I baked prison loaf! Which is also known as nutraloaf or special management meal. It’s what is fed to incarcerated prisoners as punishment, but its use is controversial and has been challenged in court. There are various recipes, some with meat and others without. I used a recipe I found online, without meat. I used real cheese because I could not find imitation, and I substituted olive oil for vegetable oil. The recipe yielded two loaves, but I only ate one slice. It was not as horrible as you might think, however I did not want to have more than the one slice. I guess I might have felt differently about the food had I been locked in a jail cell for a couple days with nothing to eat.

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The Rules of the Game – Chapter 01

By Jackson Amacher

Daniel stared at the ten naked athletes in front of him. Being blindfolded, they couldn’t know he was there. Being gagged, they couldn’t shout out for him to leave. And with their hands chained above their heads, they had no say in anything that was about to happen.

For Daniel, it was a fascinating sight. He knew all of these guys after four years of college at Dawson Military Academy. But, always in their clothes. Daniel had only imagined what they looked like naked. It fascinated him to see what he had gotten wrong and right.

He loved how Jimmy’s abs stretched to the side as he struggled with his chain, hopelessly trying to set himself free. He thought it was fascinating how, despite Steve’s nice Italian looks and dark nipples, that his dick was so tiny, almost lost in a bush of pubic hair.

Daniel tried to decide which sport produced the best bodies. He would have thought basketball. Gregg’s tall, thin body would ordinarily turn Daniel on. Still did. But Gregg, standing there next to so many excellent specimens, paled by comparison.

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Enjoying the Flight – Part 2

By Cutieboy90

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Cutieboy90Ding! “The Captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Please feel free to move about the cabin.”

All around I could hear the clicking sound of the other passengers releasing their seatbelts and some reaching up to collect items from the overhead bins or simply stretching.

“Heheh…” Scott chuckled darkly as he patted my thigh. “Not that you need to stretch after only 15 minutes, but you won’t get to. No chance, no choice.”

My poor dick only throbbed harder, tightly confined in my jockstrap and tight jeans as Scott’s deep whispers flowed into my brain, his words as smooth and sinful as melted dark chocolate.

He was right, of course. I had no freedom, strapped and muzzled as I was. I looked down at the straps the Air Marshall had restrained me with. Thick, wide, lightly padded nylon webbing circled my torso pinning my arms around me like a straightjacket. Another strap ran down the front to connect the body straps to the ankle straps, which kept my legs bent and in a seated position even if there hadn’t been a seat.

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A captive gets totally mummified

Silas hasn’t finished with his captive just yet, as now he’s mummified to a wooden pole which is hanging from the ceiling, this for sure isn’t for the ones who’s afraid of heights! Silas give’s the captive a fair share of dick, forcing the captive to suck it before moving around to his feet to remove his shoes and whip his feet, before putting the captive’s socks in his mouth and continues to whip the captive’s feet, before going under the captive to jerk him off whilst hanging like a piece of meat!

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Site: MyDirtiestFantasy.com

Title: Breaking Clyde Sc.2 Pt.2 – Silas Rise, Clyde Walton

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 04

By Jockboy

“You have only one purpose in life, you shithead pussyboy: following orders.”

“Your muscles and ego count for nothing here, Mr. D1 Quarterback. So turn your brain and ego off and learn to obey.”

“Your instant compliance to all orders is expected and required.”

“You will be punished and degraded until you get it through your puny little jockboy brain that you’re not a man and exist only to serve real men.”

“That’s what the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp is all about. Permanent behaviour modification through pain compliance and humiliation.”

“We erase your ego and manhood and turn you into the bootlicking cocksucker you were meant to be. Understood, shithead?”

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