Meanwhile at KinkMen, Brody Fox continues his journey across the heartland of America. Colt Spence decides to rob Brody and discovers plenty of rope, floggers, and other toys in Brody’s backpack.
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Title: The Adventure of Brody Fox: Part Three, Victims and Predators
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By Joshua Ryan
8363 . . . . the guy in Bunk 14. I found myself maneuvering to get beside him in the shower, just for a few seconds to look at his plump, well muscled ass. I tried to get the seat next to him at chow, just to feel his arm touching my arm through our uniforms. In the factory I spent every extra second I could spare from my needle looking up the line of backs bent over their machines to watch his back moving rhythmically beneath its stripes. At night I lay next to him, feet to head, and thought about what it would be like if I caressed his naked head with my naked toes and he wriggled across the few inches of bunk-frame and climbed in with me. In dreams I told him, “You are about to be fucked! Assume the position!”
Dreams vs. realities . . . . If we were on the Outside, I’d do the usual: take him to Bleue, invite him to my place for drinks, become insistent if he noted that the hour was late . . . . But in prison, I was no better than he was; I couldn’t impress him with my bald head, my convict uniform, or my criminal record. And he evaded all my cues. He saw how hot I was for him, but he treated it as a fact he didn’t need to do anything about–a fact of life, like the walls and bars.
By Joshua Ryan
We met at La Bête Bleue, which was a couple miles from my house. He lived in Paris, but he didn’t mind traveling. And after all, he was my guest; I’d be paying. I was sure he knew that Bête Bleue wasn’t in the price range of a prison employee.
I got there early and had started on my cocktail when he arrived. The sound of his ass hitting the booth made it clear that he was heavier than I’d remembered him. More pounds, but apparently they’d all gone to muscle. Unlike my extra pounds. Bête Bleue is dark, but I still had to do my best, keeping my spare tire out of sight . . . .
The big smile—that was new. Not his bashful college smile—something more interesting. When you’re in business—when you’re successful in business, anyway—you’re alert to smiles that have had to be learned. So good for him, he learned it. And I can’t deny it was attractive.
By Cutieboy90
Twelve months…
Stefan couldn’t sleep. The contest was just hours away, and his entry wasn’t finished! He frantically worked through the night placing decals, attaching railings and benches, and tying off the rigging.
At 6 a.m., Stefan gave the model a final spray of clear coat and sat down with a sigh.
“Finished… The fucker…” Stefan held his caged dick in his hands and closed his eyes for a minute…
“HEY!”
Stefan awoke with a jump as Tyler shouted him from sleep.
“WAKE UP!” Tyler activated the butt plug. Its powerful vibrations shook the last remnants of sleepiness from Stefan’s mind.
“Okay, I’m up. I’m good.” Stefan showed his hands. Tyler turned the vibrations down to low.
By TklBndg516
Thursday evening, Jeff and Brad helped Steve pack for the weekend. He wanted everything ready so that he could head to The Resort right after work without stopping home. Steve had written to Master Ray asking what Jeff and Brad should bring. His reply was that usually resort slaves were not allowed to have any personal property with them, including clothing and cell phones. If a guest wants a slave to wear a specific outfit, The Resort has a wide selection of clothing options for slaves. Brad and Jeff would not need cell phones to keep in touch with him as communication can be arranged through their collars and controllers. If there were any personal items or clothing that he wanted them to be able to use or wear while at The Resort, he would be able to bring it in his luggage. They decided that there really wasn’t anything that Jeff and Brad needed to bring. Steve’s luggage was packed and waiting at the door to leave with him when he went to work in the morning.
The next morning, the three of them headed to work. The schedules for Jeff and Brad had them finishing at the laundry two hours earlier than usual. Their schedule just indicated that they had a special assignment that afternoon and should report for uniform change. After finishing their shift in the laundry area, they headed over to the uniform area. They got to the locker area and retrieved their cards. They got onto the slave trolley.
By Shket36
With English-language editing by Joshua Ryan
This is a story about adults, and for adults only.
Senya Petrov speaks:
It’s hard to remember when I became interested in the prison theme. Since childhood I liked the feeling of helplessness. I imagined myself in the place of a prisoner, a convict. One day, my godfather (he served in the police) left handcuffs at our house. This was my finest hour. It is difficult to describe the secret delight and excitement from the feeling of metal in my hands.
Time passed… school, university, work… Interest in restrictions did not disappear. Gradually I began to form my own collection of shackles, handcuffs, chains. Two years ago I came across an advertisement for the sale of real convict uniforms. I think there is no need to explain that I wasted zero time placing my order. When I received the delivery of the black suit with gray stripes of a Russian prisoner, made of coarse fabric, my hands were shaking. My adrenaline was off the charts, as was my excitement. From that time on, I began looking for prison-themed role-playing meetings.
A year or so ago — it was in mid-September— an intriguing message arrived in my inbox: “I can put you in prison temporarily.”
NOTE: This is the 6th — and longest — part of a 12-part story. To start at the very beginning, click here.
By @reconkayar and @mmmph82
Ben and Nathan are artful guiding Denny’s and Ken’s bound bodies into the bottom bunk. They are facing each other, and their knees and boots are against the van wall, faces laying down in the protruding half of the bunk, so their gagged faces are within sight of the other men at all times. They aren’t bound together just yet, and there’s room to work in between. Ben is putting two ties on their lower bodies, leaning over them to tie boot ankles together. Then a tether around their lower thighs, not to be strenuous but to stabilize them against one another. Still, it’s close enough now that each captive can feel the hard cock of the other one.
Ben is now swapping Ken’s Devonshire for the Double Duty, a two-sided leather gag with plugs on both sides and which buckles in back of each head and keeps their mouths gagged and pressed together. Ken takes the silicone cock into his mouth and winces a little with the tightness Ben’s massive muscles apply to the strap.
What should be Denny’s half is hanging off Ken’s face, and Ari speaks up. “Let me help him.” He crouches by the bed, and once again there’s the creak and smell of Ari’s skintight leather pants. He cups Denny’s chin in his massive glove – and now Ari has wide leather wristbands on, inexplicably. “Where did THOSE come from?” Denny thinks to himself.