By Taurus
Part 14 – “A Friend”
Russell slowly undid James’ bondage, first flipping him on his front to unknot the rope, then onto his backside. The gag came out last, after he had been sat back up.
“Sir…”
“I know what you’re gonna ask me, so I’ll tell you: pleasure sessions don’t mean orgasm sessions. I could let you cum, or I could edge you. The pleasure was in the time you were free from your cage.”
A lengthy silence capped off this part of the conversation. It was Russell who broke the silence.
“Got any more questions?”
“Who was that just now, sir?”
“It’s Riley, another slave like you.
“He’s new here, and he’s staying for a month, a little longer than the two weeks for most normal people.”
James blushed. The year he signed up for was just a tiny bit crazier. Seeing this, his handler chuckled and patted his shoulder.
“Ah, his thing is being treated like shit. He asked for his handler to all round abuse him. All allowed in the contract, of course.”
My harness is restrictive, stiff and heavy. The tight crotch cradles my butt and affects my walking. The other prisoners all have shaved heads and look to be around my age and physical build. There are three skinheads walking with us, and each has one of those control-box shockers that seems to control two prisoners. A fourth skin (the one from the gas station) is definitely in charge of the others. All four of them are booted in 20-hole Rangers, dirty Levi’s bleaches held up and pulled tight on their butts by braces and showing significant bulges, mostly stained with piss.