At CMNM.net, Brad may have the brawn but his strict manager has the brains. It’s difficult to control a great hulking beast like this, so it’s necessary to leash the strongman both around his neck and his unwieldy cock and balls. Now he’s stark naked on the floundering old gents’ desk for an intense anal exam. Sweating and struggling to satisfy them, this induction stretches on way longer than normal as Brad is deeply penetrated.
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By Rubrpig
Andy sat behind the intake desk waiting for the prisoner transfer van to arrive with the next batch of prisoners for the jail. Jake and Murray were responsible for prisoner transportation so they were the CO’s that picked up the prisoners. The incoming prisoners could arrange for a standard pickup at the airport or an arrest on the road by a “state trooper” and taken into custody and brought to the jail. The arrest option had become a success with at least 2 prisoners paying for that option. In this batch, only one had taken that option so Jake had put on his trooper uniform complete with tall gleaming dehners and taken the unmarked police car and headed for the pickup area.
The car containing the prisoner passed the unmarked police car and Jake switched on the lights and accelerated after the prisoner. He pulled over and the cruiser pulled up behind. Jake walked up and ordered the prisoner out of the car and once he had obeyed, cuffed him and walked him to the cruiser. As Jake pulled away with the prisoner, a local tow truck operator who they had hired to pick up the prisoner’s cars pulled up. As part of the payment, the tow operator got a discount at the facility as he was a bondage and control addict.
By felon
THE SAGA CONTINUES IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION
In Chapter 8 the West Virginia experience was reaching its climax and quickly ground to a halt. The other prisoner for the weekend somehow managed to escape the compound in the dead of night after a severe flogging at camp. I was back in my cell when all hell broke loose as the jailers searched for the escapee.
At first light the decision was made to break camp and call it quits for the weekend. Half of the campers were spread out thru the area searching for the prisoner, the remainder of the men proceeded to break down and store equipment. I was loaded in Wytheville County orange prison jumpsuit, in cuffs and leg irons — a plastic bag on the front seat with my keys and wallet and a file folder.
Not much was said as the men were not too happy with the outcome, and the indication that the escaped prisoner would be punished if caught. Once we were about to return to I-79 for the return, the car stopped along the road and a well-used “humane restraint gag” was taken from the trunk and padlocked on me. Then travel resumed with conversation between the two men in the front.
Continue reading Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 09
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!”
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.
By UKDeviant on Recon
After 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…
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.
Continue reading Todd’s Transformation: Chapter 02 – The Induction
By Taurus
I don’t care what people say about subs, about how they should be smooth from head to toe, or about how they should be kept in rubber with a hood on. To each their own, I guess.
I’m a little different. I like hair. Thick, fluffy beard and haircut, plus a whole body of unadulterated hair, but no points are taken off if bald. Lots of added points if muscular, if they know how to curl up to make themselves look like giant yarn balls in a cage, and if they can wear gags for a long time. I love seeing the dent in their beard from a ball gag that seems to sink into their mouth, and I love having as much of their skin exposed as possible.
I haven’t found many of these boys to play with on the regular, and long-term. More accurately, I’ve found one, and I’ve stopped searching for more. Now, reader, you might consider this a shame, but factor in how I pour my emotions into subs like a little kid talking to their teddy bear which is their vessel of emotion, it saves me from heartbreak and I can focus all my efforts on just one sub, who I can trust to have my back. Of course, I do play with other subs, just that I have one who will always be the main project, so to speak.
