Dalton Ott has written an illustrated article for The Serious Male Bondage Journal about recreational institutional incarceration, called ‘You Are Under Arrest,’ and I am happy to report that I am in two of the pictures!
Yes, that’s me behind bars. I’ve also been in more than one of the various other cells pictured in the article. To read the whole thing, click here.
By Catdude
Josh walked down the stairs towards the cell, he knew that his booted feet would make a fair bit of noise on the metal stairs, but then that was the point, he wanted the occupant of the cell to know he was coming, and all the good and bad things that implied, he swung open the door and smiled at the scene before him, at the far end of the room, though it was essentially a cell since it contained a prisoner, was two metal poles embedded in the cement.
stays in prison
Author unknown
I rented a car at the Kansas City airport and drove towards Springfield as I had been directed. I had read about the Training Center in a leather magazine and decided I was ready to try it myself. I had been working on my physical condition for over a year and was now not in bad shape for a 30 year old. For reasons I can’t entirely describe, the scene I wanted to act out was that of a sailor sentenced to do hard brig time. I had read in the article about the psychology of confinement and the various levels and decided I wanted to try a very strict regime.
By PrisonCub
How in the hell had I gotten here?
I was walking down a long, drab, institutional green hallway with a Sheriff’s Deputy holding each bicep with leather-gloved hand. The Deputies were dressed in two shades of gray; light gray shirts and dark gray pants. The patches on their arms indicated the County Sheriff’s Office where I lived.
By Marknorth
The guards pushed me forward and I fell, unable to keep my balance on the spongy floor. I barely heard a noise that I assumed to be the cell door closing. As if I needed that extra security to keep me here — being locked within this suit was prison enough.
By Marknorth
It had been a rough flight. The little 18-seat puddle jumper had bounced and jerked through the storm for the entire 2 hours it was in the air. Landing at the little rural airport had been an adventure in itself; the wind was so strong that the plane seemed to slide sideways down the runway. Now he was standing in the rain with 5 other guys waiting for their ride.
