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Lockup, Cell Extraction and a Prison Gang Fuck

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Here’s an archived shoot from the Bound In Public site at KinkMen.  Jeremy Stevens is locked up, beaten and gang fucked by armored prison guards.

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In this epic Bound In Public episode, the cells are full of loud, horny prisoners and every officer is keeping watch. A new troublesome inmate, Jeremy Stevens, is brought in. Jeremy is told to remove his clothes and spread his legs for the strip search. The officers check his hairy hole for any contraband or weapons. Once he is cleared, the warden informs the officers that Jeremy is a “high-risk” offender and should be held in solitary confinement. Jeremy becomes enraged, stripping down to his underwear, tearing apart his cell and when the guards yell at him he throws his bucket of piss right in their faces. Immediately the officers put on their riot gear and prepare for cell extraction. Jeremy is wrestled down and made to suck cock, gasping for air from one cock to the next. Jeremy is fucked by one of his fellow inmates while the officers pin him down. Cocks are lined up the stairway as the guards each fuck the prisoner’s mouth all the way down his throat. The guards then take turns fucking his tight hole one more time before blowing their loads all over his face and muscled body.

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 14

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 14: Sewing Your Own Prison

We entered the Pen through the gate.  No more front door and lobby for me.  I was promptly escorted to the Colonel’s residence and locked in the cage in the servants hall.  6839, 1057, and 9555 were buzzing around, preparing for Mr. Patrick’s afternoon snack and casting sidelong glances at me, afraid to ask what had happened.  Afraid, or indifferent.  More glances were cast as 9555 stepped into the role of conveying the snack, and a very long time elapsed until he returned.  I was in the cage, looking out through the bars like an owl in the zoo.

Then, while 1057 heated the stove for the couple’s first course at dinner, the Colonel himself strode in, ordering everyone out of the servants’ area.  They scuttled away, 1057 casting anguished eyes at his stove—puzzled, like all of them, where he was supposed to go.  My prediction was the servants’ john.

“You did a good job today, convict,” the Colonel said, walking up to the cage.

“Thank you, sir.”

“It was a privilege never given to any other convict.”

“Yes sir.  I am grateful for my privileges, sir.”

He was pacing restlessly, but always keeping my face in view.  Every time he passed the cage, I could see his dick growing harder behind his pants.  At first I wasn’t sure.  Then I was.

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 08

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 8: At Last, I Have a Real Job

The factories were on the other side of the Parade Ground, beyond the Chow Hall and the Training Team—old-fashioned barns with peaked roofs.  They were the kind of things you always see down by the railroad, next to the abandoned tracks.  But there was no rust on them.  They’d been cleaned up, fixed up, and given a new coat of paint—that same sick shade of yellow.  Their windows had been fitted with new steel frames and a light brown tint, to keep the sun out, as well as a full coat of bars, to keep the workers in.  But now their doors were open, and long files of prisoners were marching through them.  The Paris State Penitentiary had brought full employment back to the neighborhood.

Factory 5, the Clothing Factory, was the largest one.  Under its high steel ceiling, ten lines of prisoners, 50 in each line, were sewing pieces of clothes together—collars to coats, buttons to shirts, pockets to rumps.  Every prisoner was seated at a sturdy plastic table with a plastic chair and two plastic baskets attached to it; every prisoner was facing a pale-yellow electric sewing machine, bolted to the table; every prisoner was taking materials from the basket on his left, sewing them together, and passing them to the basket on the right.

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 01

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By Joshua Ryan

This story is for adults and about adults only.  It is also fiction.  Any connection to real entities is purely coincidental.

To BUCK, with deep gratitude for his inspiration.

Chapter 1: Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot?

I was 34 years old and I was already retired.  That’s what it felt like, anyway.  You’re probably thinking, “Great! Way to go!”  But if so, you may be wrong.

I’d been running the family business—it’s real estate—ever since I got out of college.  It was failing; I made it a success.  And if you think that running a real estate firm is a tiresome office job, you’re definitely mistaken.  As I found!  In fact, my work was risky and exciting.  It kept me going all the time, and I liked it a lot.  Just beating the bigger guys out of the market, hearing them whine about “aggressive tactics”—you can’t top that for entertainment.

Lately, though, I wasn’t liking what I saw when I looked at myself in the metaphorical mirror.  Cash flow great, staff pretty good, kid brother running most of the day-to-days. . . .  Fine.  But no problems, no challenges.  Whatever came up, my listless eyes had seen it all before.  In the mirror—a jaded businessman.

An attractive portrait?  No.  The picture in the actual mirror wasn’t exciting either, if I looked closely enough.  I was 34, but people still called me “the new kid”—for good reason.  Great hair, great clothes, and that million dollar smile . . . .  You can’t beat first impressions.  But I knew what was under the trendy tie and the slightly edgy dress shirt and the soft, gray, reassuring slacks.  I’d put on plenty of weight in the past few years.  And now I was doing what people do when they don’t really have to work—drinking more and more, getting up later and later, looking harder for friends to dine with . . . .

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Heavy Rubber Prison Gimp

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heavy male bondage imprisonment roleplay

To see more like this — including VIDEO — go to Serious Male Bondage

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Title of this video: HEAVY RUBBER PRISON GIMP

Mark from Serious Male Bondage writes:

The guy in the heavy rubber suit is HotHardHat on Fetlife. The suit is called the Prison Suit and is available from StudioGum.com. The restraints are from HumaneRestraints.com. The pictures and video were shot at the MenInChains.com facility.

 

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 04

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By Hunter Perez

The rock quarry duties would last until mid-afternoon, at which point we would be brought back to our cells. Zeb would crash into a deep, tumult-free sleep, and I would be able to get some placid snoozing in – unlike the nights with Zeb’s snoring and thrashing keeping me up. One afternoon, shortly after we fell asleep, there was tapping at the cell door – it was Private Charleson, informing me that Holmgren wanted to see me in his office. I reluctantly got out of bed and walked out of the cell into the corridor, turning my back to Charleson and putting my hands behind my back. Charleson locked the cell and was about 15 paces down when he realized I was still standing at the cell door.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he walked back.

“I thought I was going to be handcuffed,” I said, still groggy from being awakened. “Whenever Sergeant Patterson would take me to see the lieutenant, he would always handcuff me.”

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