By Taurus
Part 27 – “Pay Back”
Day 365 was the last day of James’ imprisonment in this crazy, crazy facility.
Hopefully, he thought, this would be a simple, no-frills, all round calm day.
It was none of that.
As he awoke, and the cell door opened, he heard the familiar rhythms and tones of Russell’s footsteps.
His master was back, with a small bag of toys.
James scrambled onto all fours and crawled over excitedly to greet his master, but was stopped.
“Stand up.”
As James slowly stood up, confused about the meaning of everything that was going on, Russell knelt.
In anticipation of James’ bewilderment, Russell shouted, “Stay still! Don’t move!”
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.
