By socalbd
I woke up with a start. John was hitting the side of the cage with a metal rod. It brought me quickly out of my deep sleep. I have no idea how long I was out but it probably wasn’t that long.
Once John saw I was awake he unlocked the cage door and motioned for me to crawl out. A dog bowl of water had been placed near the cage and I crawled over to it and drank as best I could. When I was finished I propped myself up on my knees.
“Stand up,” John commanded. He was still in his BDU’s, barefoot and shirtless and looking hot.
I stood up and John began to remove the shackles. The last portion was the collar and once he had removed that from my neck he let the chains fall behind me with a loud clanking thud.
“Hands behind your head, fingers interlocked. Spread those ankles, boy,” John further commanded. He circled me while I stood there exposed. Nothing was said between us for a couple of minutes. He just continued to walk in a circle around me. My instincts said he was not pleased with me since he wasn’t showing any signs of warmth towards me as he did earlier. I couldn’t be sure. It might have been an act to keep me off balance. I told myself that whatever was next I had to do my best to get through it and make him proud of me again.
The light comes on, the cell door swings open, another day of hell begins after another miserable night in sweaty leathers with butt plug torment. A single skinhead steps in and says, “Fag prisoner #5, get your butt over the squat toilet and present your ass.” Jake crawls on hands and knees, chains rattling, over the dirt floor and waits by the pit. The skinhead unlocks and removes jakes’s muzzle and the crotch strap from the harness, unzips his butt access and proceeds with the enema.
To recap where we left off – the urinal of our story is locked into full rubber, waders, and urinal hood with a built in gag. He has a thick XL plug in his hole, and his dick which has been coated in numbing cream is sealed inside an external catheter.