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Florida Trap – Part 02

By Johnny Utah

I drove back to the hotel, jerked off twice and didn’t get much sleep. The thought of going on that work crew just kept me up, in more ways than one. I did think about chickening out, but I figured whenever would I get another chance like this.

The alarm on my phone went off. Time to get up. I brushed my teeth, didn’t take a shower, remembering the advice from Sergeant Stiles.  I ate a pop tart that I got last night. I grabbed a to-go coffee in the hotel lobby and drove to my prison date.

Turning off the highway, there was an access road to a cell tower, and beyond that some railroad tracks. Nothing else but Florida Pine scrub. Sergeant Stiles was there with a white van. It was now or never, so I parked and got out of my car.

I kinda got the feeling of being a fly going in the spider’s web.

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Probation – Part 03

By Johnny Utah

Ryan and I were on our fourth day inside. It didn’t take long to settle into our kitchen duty routine. Get up, go to work, go to sleep. We didn’t have a lot of contact with the other inmate volunteers.

At that morning’s headcount things changed. After the guards counted us all present, one guard strutted down to me and Ryan.  “Both of you are going up to the Sergeant’s Disciplinary Office. Get up against the wall,” he ordered. We were frisked right there in the pod, the other inmates looking on. We had a leather belt with a metal loop tied around our waists. Handcuffs went through the loop.

“Click,” the handcuffs went on. “Down on yer knees!” Leg shackles with a connector chain to our handcuffs. We shuffled out the pod door to the Sergean’’s office across the hallway. We were just outside the closed door to the office when the guard said in a whisper, “Just go along and deny everything, you’ll like it.”

The guard gave one loud knock on the door and bellowed, “Two inmates for a disciplinary hearing!”

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Stripped naked in front of prison guards and fellow inmates

You have to laugh. This man has been stripped in his cell and walked the entire length of the wing stark bollock naked. Whoops and catcalls inevitably followed him as all the other lags checked out his naked body, muscular arse and big swinging dick. This career criminal takes it totally in his stride. The prison officers took a chance, making this guy an example, and they have only partially succeeded. Less confident prisoners will recognise it as a threat – this could happen to them. Others have put the image in their wank bank and one thing’s for sure, he’s going to be a bit of a celebrity on the wing with lads lining up to get a first hand taste of his arse and cock…

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Urinal Gag Thoughts

By Nick Ensign

I’ve been trying to dream up a new perfect urinal gag. Please, know in advance that my design is what turns *me* on.

For me, the perfect design is one that starts out with no loss of urine. Every drop that is pissed into the gag must end up in the urinal’s stomach. Of course, not every owner or master (or casual pisser) wants the experience to be clean for the urinal. It is often necessary for the urinal to be pissed on or otherwise drenched with a good amount of urine so that it never forgets what it has become. Using a man as a urinal is an act of degradation so if the pisser needs to further degrade the urinal by pissing *on* it, the urinal gag should allow this to be easily done. This necessitates an open-topped cup design.

With no obstruction or effort, the pisser can move his stream from the cup to the face or body of the urinal. Most urinal gags on the market are already designed like this. Speaking for myself, the cup should resemble as much as possible an actual piece of plumbing so that both the pisser and the urinal get a clearer picture of the process.

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Forced male nudity at CMNM

At CMNM.net, Jamie shows off the curves of his arse wearing tight trousers and pants in ad campaigns, but he’s never allowed anyone to touch it! Now he has no choice as the men grip and kiss his hairy cheeks, then pull them apart to lick and taste the horny-smelling rim of his sphincter.

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With his wrists tied and suspended to the ceiling, Jamie is helpless to defend his hard muscular body and genitals from the pervy man groping him. The stud is paraded through the corridor like a prize stallion so his perfect body can be inspected by everyone in the office.

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Paying the Full Price – Part 7

By UKDeviant on Recon

gay chastity storiesAfter sending the proof pic, I popped the lock on the timer padlock, fed the wire rope back out of the eyes on the zips and opened my rucksack. In contrast to my arrival where I stripped in a near panic, I calmly felt about for my pants, pulled them out and slipped them on. The t-shirt was next, then found my car keys. The timer lock I had was re-locked on one of the zips so that was secure. Right now, I had competed, I was sure, my final task. There were no more risk games and I was so very horny. Blowing off ‘Baseball Cap Lad’ had given me such a high too. The drive back home on empty roads was rapid and when I got back home, I was mentally exhausted.

After stripping off down to my steel belt and padlocked chain collar, I crashed out on my bed. Despite being exhausted, I couldn’t get to sleep. Instead, I lay on the mattress and cradles the steel cage. My smaller fingers were able to slip through the gaps in the cage and touch my cock, but could not rub or stimulate it. I contemplated getting a large carrot to insert into a condom but was just too emotionally drained.

Nate had played this brilliantly. Not revealing the full details of the final task until part way through was genius. More likely the outcome of a twisted and evil mind. It meant I would go to the cruising ground and then be at the objective before finding out the rest of the challenge and less likely to back out. I liked that, a lot. I liked the idea of being controlled by an evil and twisted mind. Unpredictability, surprises, new rules. Again, my cock throbbed away in its cage and would hopefully be released in just a few more hours…

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Todd’s Transformation: Chapter 02 – The Induction

By Cowjam40

Todd stomped up the stairs of the cottage, his head narrowly missing a wooden beam on the way up. The ceilings were low enough to be a hazard. There was a small, cold dilapidated bathroom, and two bedrooms.

“In here.” Dan gestured by swinging his arm into the smaller bedroom.

It was basic. Vinyl grey floor, beige walls, and little furniture – just a single metal framed bed, wooden chair, and empty bookcase. The sloping roof and wooden beams reduced the headroom and while there was some natural light, it came from a small, draughty window at waist height.

Todd scanned the room. IT. WAS. FUCKING. CRAMPED.

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Handcuffed in the locker room

At CMNM.net, the hapless tennis coach is panicking as he stands fully exposed in the locker room with his hands cuffed behind his back. His reputation as a professional and pious married family man is on the line! What will people say if he’s marched buck naked out of this prestigious sports club with all its patrons watching and journalists taking pictures of the scandal?! There is a way for him to get out of this horrendously embarrassing situation, but it comes at a big price!

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