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Pleroma – Part 15
By Taurus
Epilogue 1 – Explanations
“Revolution for prison; recent developments in implant interfacing have triggered significant change in incarceration. Prisoners will only experience their sentences mentally while their physical bodies experience only a small fraction of their sentences.”
Luke returned the tablet after listening to the
“Mr Dominique, are you sure you -“
“Yes. As Subject L, I understand perfectly how this stuff works.”
“No,” the officer stood up, “I’m asking if you need some clothes.”
Luke chuckled. “Officer Dunn, it’s summer. That and I’m gonna be posing for a photo shoot all day, so underwear will be all I need to really wear anyway.”
“Will you be alright? You can use Pleroma under supervision for now, but as it is, some of its…functions have to be removed.
Master Aaron dishes out sadistic abuse
At Brutal Tops, Master Aaron knows how to destroy a captive’s arse. This restrained muscular animal can’t move a fucking inch without causing itself absolute AGONY! And all it takes is a little flick of the switch to send electro shocks to the his most sensitive bits. Haha! It takes all its willpower not to leap off the block.
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Male BDSM fantasy: Tied up and dominated by a brutal construction worker
At Brutal Tops, a captive is restrained like a pig on a spit. He is forced to worship every grimy inch of a construction worker’s boots. Any hesitation results in total and merciless PUNISHMENT!
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The Vacation – Part 08
By Rubrpig
4798 woke up and lay on his bunk in the blacked-out cell he had been confined to since he was transferred to the super max wing of the correctional facility. He shifted trying to get comfortable but the heavy steel 5-point chains he was locked in weighed heavily on his chest as he lay there. Sitting up made no difference as the weight of the chains dragged at the heavy steel collar of the chains forcing him to slum forward.
Just then the light flashed on in his cell and he knew that it was morning and he would be fed soon. The food slot in the door slammed open and his food tray slid in. The food was always the same and tasteless for the most part. Boiled chicken, rice and boiled carrots. He was fed the same 3 times a day without any variation.
He finished his food and waited for the food slot to open in the door and he shoved the tray out with his right foot. He sat back and waited till the guards checked the tray and the slot slammed shut. He knew his hour in the exercise yard would be soon.
The First Load Up
By SlickChaser
At some point, 27 and dumb, I realized dating wasn’t my thing. I didn’t care for girls, guys or both in a long term relationship in terms of life goals like buying a house, having kids or going above and beyond to look impressive to social media. I did want to experience some levels lf BDSM without the same commitments. Some dabble in one location with a munch group eventually lead to some dabbling with a bi-man (called “Gerry” for this story) after moving to a new location and job.
Gerry responded to some posted messages on a FetLife board post with my new local munch. Over time, I would visit and the order of operation was pretty simple; he would use some bondage gear and his setup mini-dungeon in the 2nd bedroom of his condo while I had to provide something everytime to help elevate the experience. Week one it was a ball gag head harness; week two a zipper PVC hood with only nostril and mouth opening; week three a collar he recommended; week four a new set of leather cuffs; week five a leather chest harness and butt plug harness with various sizes butt plugs. It was week five when the experience became a two sided affair, quite literally.
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Master Derek is one of the sadists at Brutal Tops who enjoys tying up a captive in the men’s room.
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Twenty-First Century Slavery – Part 02
By convict 975468
On the third or the fourth day—it was hard to keep track of time–the 12 civilian prisoners were allowed to dress in their own clothes. Then they were chained up and moved by truck to the airfield, where they were taken into a military plane and locked to benches running along the side. After a flight of several hours, they landed at another military base. MP’s boarded the plane and unchained them from the benches. They were led off the plane to an army truck, placed in the back, and secured.
Upon arriving at the base stockade, they were removed from the vehicle and led inside. They went through two barred doors into a room with barred doors leading in several directions. Their handcuffs and leg irons were removed and they were told to strip and put their clothes in the plastic bag given to each of them. They were taken through the barred door to their right into what turned out to be a shower area. They were sprayed with a foul smelling chemical and after a few minutes were allowed to shower it off. They were issued olive-drab towels. When they were dry, they were returned to the first room. The bags containing their clothes were gone, replaced by two stacks of skivvies and tee shirts. One of the MPs said, “Civilians are not allowed to wear a uniform, so you’ll have to make do with these.”