Today is Monday, August 9, 1967.
Awakening a little past dawn, I stood up – and nearly tripped over my leg irons.
It took me a moment to process where I was and what was happening.
Oh, right. It wasn’t a bad dream. I’m in jail, in chains, and in a shitload of trouble.
Stumbling to the toilet to take a piss, I pieced together shattered memories. Somewhere through the fog of my mind, more details of my early-morning arrest came into focus above the porcelain bowl.
There I was, locked in the cell as Pitbull read me my rights, then grimly informed me I matched the description of a man who robbed the Casey’s gas station in Sheffield that night. Did I want to explain this? Did I want to tell him anything about it?
Continue reading Forlorn Hope – Part 06: It Can Always Get Worse
By convict 975468
Dave and I have been friends since high school. We went away to college but would get together on holidays, so we never lost touch. After college, we came home, and after a few months decided to become roommates. We are both gay, but we never got it on with each other, which was OK – we just seemed to be attracted to different types of guys.
Then we hit the jackpot – literally! We won the lottery – millions. We were very excited – partied for a week. Then the trouble started. Everyone – I mean everyone – wanted our money. Friends and relatives became so much more friendly – being gay was OK now. What was worse was the endless solicitations. Lawyers, accountants, investment advisors, just to name a few. No one would leave us alone. We had to do something.
Continue reading Best Buddies – Part 01
Part 26 – “In the Real World”
It was day 345 out of 365, and Russell had just announced to James that he would be trained to pick up another set of skills.
“When you get back to the real world, you’ll have to deal with different things than you are now. That’s why I’m going to train you to behave well in public.”
And indeed Russell was right. He had to adapt to new people, new environments, new dynamics.
In any case, James spent 15 days (day 345 to 360) in the same routine. He would not have blindfolds or gags applied to him other than during submissive training, and he followed Russell everywhere he went, even if he now had no collar, and no leash.
All day, he would remain completely naked and silent (other than if asked questions), and forced to display his body proudly to other members of staff, who groped him all over. Whenever he came to a standstill, he was to kneel on the spot, eyes straight ahead, not looking at anything or anyone.
Continue reading One Year – Part 26
By Joshua Ryan
I thought maybe the workies in Grounds would resent me for going up the ladder like that, but all they said was stuff like “Wish I could go with you — not!” and “Enjoy all the fags up at the House, mofo!” The only resentment I saw was when I passed Benson coming out of the house servants’ barracks and heading for Grounds. We were both carrying our boxes of gear, but I was happy and he was mad. At me.
So now I guessed I’d be seeing Mike and Jerry every day — which was completely gross, right? I mean, it even made me sick to my stomach that I was looking forward to a thing like that. But how could I get back to real life if they didn’t help me? And why would they want to help me if they didn’t remember me? And how would they remember me if they never even saw me? And maybe they’d satisfied their sadism and wanted to get this shit over with, finally.
Continue reading The WORC Program – Part 14
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It was another rainy winter afternoon. I sat on my futon relaxing for once, and enjoying the silence. Shawn had taken Gabe out for a walk, something they’d come to appreciate only recently. They got along nicely, even if it had taken a little while for Gabe to get used to it. I smiled as I looked over the progress reports I kept on my tablet.
Shawn had been working very hard, and had turned his life around. His grades had improved this semester, all A’s and B’s. His performance on the swim team had also improved, and he was able to compete now. Of course, his status at the Frat house was still the same. Unrelenting bitch duties, always in some form of sexual slavery for a bunch of bored, horny frat boys whenever he wasn’t in class or at AA. He still struggled with the concept of it all, but he was being punished far less frequently, now spending most weekends with me.
Gabe had taken a bit longer to settle into his new role as my dogslave. Unlike Shawn, Gabe’s changes had stayed being closed doors, and only Billy, Shawn, and myself knew about it at all. The biggest external difference for Gabe was that we’d decided to take him off the wrestling team and the football field, and keep him closer to the aquatic center where we could keep an eye on him.
Continue reading Bro to Ho – Part 5