At CMNM, Enrico’s precious masculine pride gets a bruising as his arsehole opened for the first time. The men take turns sliding their fingers up his arse while Enrico grits his teeth and swears furiously at his captors. There’s no going back now as his g-spot is stimulated, causing his thick cock to leak sticky precum. His excitable cock is stroked till the muscleman shoots a hot stream of sperm.
Video at CMNM
Last summer, Mark Bind volunteered to be locked up long-term. A new video documents one day of his ordeal. Eat up, Bind, you have a busy day of staring at the walls ahead of you!
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By Wakeysub
“What the fuck??” I woke with a start. The room was pitch black. Did I just imagine all that? I went to move my right hand; it was locked tight. I couldn’t move my left arm either. As I panicked, I became aware of the gag rammed deep into my throat. I started retched uncontrollably again. “What the fuck have I done?” In my head, I was trying to relive everything that happened from the minute I stepped off that fucking train yesterday. This can’t be happening – this wasn’t how I pictured it at all.
In an instant, the light in the room went from pitch black to white-hot. My eyes struggled to adjust and focus. The cage door swung open I hadn’t even heard Master West enter. He was dressed differently in tight leather trousers and a harness that really showed off his well-defined muscular body. Even in my traumatised state, I couldn’t help but get aroused by the sight of this walking wet dream. As my cock woke up, it painfully rediscovered the pins in the head of the cage. He smiled when he saw me wince. He leant forward and removed the headphones.
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By Joshua Ryan
Boss Web put a leash on my collar and led me to the office. Mr. Williams was waiting outside, and so was a truck with a cage on it.
Boss said, “This is the workie they want at the House, right? Name is Butch.”
“Right. Butch,” Mr. Williams said. “Ethan will take him up.”
Boss walked away. I stowed my gear in the back of the truck and scrambled into the cage, still wearing the leash. Ethan locked me inside. Fifteen minutes after all this started, I was saying goodbye to the world of coffles.
I guess it was about a mile to the House on the dirt farm road. I was craning my neck, trying to see ahead, especially when the truck went around a curve. I wished I’d taken some of Jerry’s invitations to see the House, back when I was free. But I never wanted to spend any time with Jerry. Maybe if I’d been a little nicer to him … Before we got to the House we had to get through a concrete wall with a steel fence on top, and rolls of razor wire on top of that. OK, that’s the way it was, all around the Farms. Everything was secured. But then we were through the gate, and there it was, rising above a grove of trees — an elegant colonial house with red brick walls and white columns and white window frames and four huge chimneys. Yes! That’s it! That’s the House!
I baked prison loaf! Which is also known as nutraloaf or special management meal. It’s what is fed to incarcerated prisoners as punishment, but its use is controversial and has been challenged in court. There are various recipes, some with meat and others without. I used a recipe I found online, without meat. I used real cheese because I could not find imitation, and I substituted olive oil for vegetable oil. The recipe yielded two loaves, but I only ate one slice. It was not as horrible as you might think, however I did not want to have more than the one slice. I guess I might have felt differently about the food had I been locked in a jail cell for a couple days with nothing to eat.
