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A Game of Chance – Part 05

By Robmacz

Six weeks later Tom was sitting on his bunk in the cell he shared with a guy name Mitch. He was waiting to be called to the visitors’ room to meet with Chris. Mitch had already been called down there to meet his wife and boy, on whom he doted. Tom had been incarcerated for only a tiny fraction of the time he had to serve, but he had already gone through a long series of emotions. He arrived at the prison having been chained up for several hours in a plane and then in a van.

As the van pulled up outside the intake area of the prison Thompson leapt out and shook hands with one of the guards. He signed some paperwork and the guard opened the door and ordered Tom out. Thompson and Peel had delivered their package and only followed Tom and the guard inside in order to retrieve the chains that Tom was wearing. As they took them off Tom was ordered to put his hands on his head. Peel and Thompson left immediately, without a word to Tom.  They had spent the last six hours with him, but he was a package, not a person.

Tom, having arrived on his own, was processed on his own. He had to strip off and put his clothes in a plastic box that was put in front of him. He was now getting used to this humiliation, but as his dick leapt to attention as he pulled his boxers down he hoped he would be able to control himself and not shoot a load as he had done at the role play jail. For here he knew he would be getting a cavity search.

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House Wins

By A Lost Boy

“Is that Cole, in my stocking?” Whispered Coach Adams through a dimpled grin.

The silver-haired hulk of a man embraced his other half with unwavering elation. Between their parted lips was I… the name I was given, matters little; merely a hogtied plaything beneath what I regarded as the most exquisite tree you can imagine.

They turned to face me mid-embrace. Immaculate, vascular and sun-kissed. Coach Adams was actually my former wrestling coach. He was like a second father, or father to be brutally honest. Adams trained me up for years during my stint in higher education. I remembered him fondly; up until a point, he was my role model. A truly enlightened man.

Had I known prior to my visit the position I’d be in, who am I kidding? I had many regrets, and this sure as Hell weren’t one of them. Being trapped was my escape. You see, I had a slight addiction to gambling away other people’s money. And you’ll of noticed I said ‘stint’ in higher education… yeah, a downward spiral or dare I say agonising decent into Hell roughly captures my journey thus far.

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