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By Rubrpig
This is a work of fiction loosely based on a fabled facility, The Academy.
The author writes chained into a chair, wearing Wescos, a Carrara chastity belt, heavy leather posture collar and nipple clamps as required by his Master and Owner. It has been locked in the chastity belt for 3 years and has agreed to it being made permanent.
And it continues…
After a while, the Officers had Gary laced tightly into the suit, the top and bottom sections had been laced together so it was complete. The Officers then checked the suit and then one of them left and returned with a pair of heavy black boots. The boots were set down in front of Gary and Gary inserted his feet into them and one of the officers knelt and quickly laced the boots tightly. The officers quickly locked the irons onto Gary as usual and the group left the barracks room…
The Officers led Gary from the room and this time they had not applied the heavy irons, so Gary was able to walk easier despite the heavy skin-tight leather suit he was laced into. The Officers lead Gary to a large open space in the facility and there was a steel frame standing upright.
By BondageChallengeGames
Ah, young, gay, and broke. It’s a shame how expensive travel is, especially when the best times in your life for travel coincide with when you have the least money to do so. Well, I cannot promise to solve all your travel cost woes, but listen to my pitch young man, because I may be able to lessen the load.
You see I run a chain of “hotels” in many very big (often expensive) cities in America. I use “hotel” loosely, because they do not look like your traditional hotel – no fancy lobbies, unnecessary “perks”, or cushy rooms. No… my hotels are jails. Some quite literally prisons we purchased and modified for use by free citizens, others warehouses renovated with bars and bunks.
Now I’m sure you have questions. It’s natural to be cautious of an offer to go to jail. But the fact that you’re still listening shows me that you haven’t written off the experience completely. Which is good, because curious and adventurous men like yourself always make the most of a stay with me. Let me tell you what you can expect from a stay at one of my Dungeon Hotels, and then we’ll book you a cell.
By Rubrpig
This is a work of fiction loosely based on a fabled facility, The Academy.
The author writes chained into a chair, wearing Wesco’s, a Carrara chastity belt, heavy leather posture collar and nipple clamps as required by his Master and Owner. It has been locked in the chastity belt for 3 years and has agreed to it being made permanent.
Gary unlocked the door of his condo and walked in. After several long days at the office trying to salvage a deal and finally getting the deal done and closed. He dropped his bag by the door and walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cold beer. Heading to the living room, he collapsed on the couch and relaxed for the first time in days. He grabbed his laptop from the coffee table and opened it up. He logged into and opened Chrome and went to one of his favourite sites, MetalbondNYC.com. He scrolled through the page and started to get aroused by the photos and couple of new stories that had been posted since he last visited the site a few days ago. Then an article really grabbed his attention.
The article was about a new business that was just getting ready to open. The article showed images of the facility and the men who would be working there. The article went on to describe the facility as a recreation of the legendary Academy. This new facility was designed to provide a wide range of bondage and discipline experiences from simple jail experiences to heavy and extreme bondage and discipline experiences. This article really got to Gary as he had become a fan of the Academy and it had been one of his biggest regrets that when he could finally afford to go, the Academy had closed and the equipment and the men who had staffed it had disbanded.
By Robmacz
Elliott grabbed Chris’s arm and assisted him off the chair and walked him towards the desk. He unlocked Chris’s cuffs from behind his back and told him to put his hands on his head. Chris had dressed very casual for the occasion, quite unlike Tom. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. Looking at him, Tom guessed that he was a little taller than himself, and while he clearly went to the gym he was not muscle toned to the extent the two cops were. Nonetheless, Tom found him immensely attractive.
Chris handed over his possessions as he was instructed to before being finger printed. He was told he was to be given a strip search. Chris felt his heart flutter a little, while Tom was just as excited to have a ring side seat. Chris took off his flip flops and put them in the plastic tray provided before taking off his t-shirt and shorts. He stood there in a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, filled to capacity by his bugling dick. As he pulled them down Tom could see Chris’s semi-erect dick leaking precum.
Elliott snapped on a pair of latex gloves before examining parts of Chris’s body. Chris was told to stand with his hands on the back of his head while Elliott looked into his mouth and ears and lifted his dick. He was then asked to show the soles on his feet before Elliott told him to bend over for a cavity search. Chris did so; the expression on his face told Tom that he wasn’t expecting this, but Tom grew more excited at the spectacle, knowing he would be next.