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The Convict – Part 01
By Joshua Ryan
THIS IS A STORY ABOUT ADULTS, FOR ADULTS ONLY
Part 1
“There ought to be a world like that.” That’s what went through my mind every morning that fall.
It will take me a while to explain what I mean. I’ve got the time. Do you?
I was working for Freer and Sons, in the new industrial park. They’d opened their building about three months before. They were one of the first firms out there. There wasn’t much of anything except new-laid blacktop, naked white sidewalks, half-empty offices, and a deli that felt free to overcharge. The Freer Building overlooked a park that the city had about half developed and, just down the hill from that, a long stretch of land that used to be somebody’s farm. That’s where the next set of streets would go. In the meantime it was nothing but weeds and rubbish, with some surveyor’s sticks planted here and there. And convicts. There were convicts working in that field.
I found out about the convicts when I was waiting for my bus. Every morning at 7:09, the commuter train left me at the new station on Executive Way, and I waited at the curb for my shuttle bus. And one morning in late September, the convicts went by. Like me, they were on their way to work.
Of course, they didn’t look like me. I was wearing the gray suit that had cost way too much for a guy just out of college, and I was holding the briefcase that I’d bought for $650 and had stamped with my initials, JSR, because I’d noticed that every guy at Freer had a briefcase like that with his own initials stamped on it. Every guy that was ambitious, anyway. Every guy that wanted to establish who he was. When you’re as junior as I was, you’ve got to spend enough to make them take you seriously. That was one reason why I didn’t drive my car. Besides having to pay for parking, I couldn’t afford to let anyone notice what a piece of junk I owned. I knew that they’d never mention it, but I also knew that they’d be talking behind my back about how I wasn’t “bringing much to the firm.”
More reaction to Orlando
Here’s a statement from Mr S:
There’s lots more.
A message from Folsom Street East here.
A statement from the SF Leathermen’s Discussion Group is here.
A letter from Nasty Pig CEO David Lauterstein is here.
Recent Dan Savage appearance on MSNBC here.
Anderson Cooper’s takedown of the Florida Attorney general here.
Gay USA panel discussion featuring Michelangelo Signorile and many others here.
Note: Gay USA is a weekly broadcast, and it is highly informative especially for those who live in small towns and overseas. You can follow every week by clicking here.
Pictures: Handcuff jock
I don’t think they sell this “handcuff jock” anymore at Jockstrap Central, but the pictures are hot:
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The Edge – Chapter 09
By Steellock
Matt lay in his bunk thinking hard that Sunday night. Wayne had been avoiding him; perhaps he had realized that the chance to ‘out’ someone went two ways? Wayne was married, had a wife and young kid living off the base!
That was his way to control Wayne now. He thought also about what Jess had said as they hugged before he left the shop – ‘If you need help with Wayne let us know’.
Pulling himself out of his bunk he headed off to a quiet corner and pulled out his mobile. Jess came on the line and was obviously pleased to hear Matt’s voice. Matt explained what he needed and asked if that was going to be OK? Jess chuckled and said that he would check with Jim but thought it was a great idea. Had to raise more cash for the charity!
Question for readers
If you have a strong opinion one way or another, you can post a comment. Or you can contact this guy directly via Recon (BoundInTrunk) or via email (boundnbald@gmail.com) to tell him yourself.
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Riley gets whipped
“This is what we call the bullwhip, boy – the single most painful whip we have,” Jared says at Dream Boy Bondage, as he caresses Riley’s body with the braided leather.
The first lash of the whip makes Riley grunt, almost as if his brain can’t quite process the extreme level of pain delivered by the whip. By the third lash, Riley is screaming in complete agony, gasping for breath in between lashes. Then he smells the alcohol that will be sprayed on his wounds and begs for mercy. His pleas are ignored. He is whipped and sprayed with alcohol over and over. Such a beautiful captive, flexing and moaning, screaming and whimpering.
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