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Training Center
Author unknown
I rented a car at the Kansas City airport and drove towards Springfield as I had been directed. I had read about the Training Center in a leather magazine and decided I was ready to try it myself. I had been working on my physical condition for over a year and was now not in bad shape for a 30 year old. For reasons I can’t entirely describe, the scene I wanted to act out was that of a sailor sentenced to do hard brig time. I had read in the article about the psychology of confinement and the various levels and decided I wanted to try a very strict regime.
The Craftsmen — The Final Chapter
By Marknorth
Almost 7 months had passed since Roger was locked up in his suit. The longest that I had kept him in it was about 12 days. Then the suit was removed and he was allowed to shower, get all of his hair removed, “relax” in his solitary cell for a few days – then he was locked back up. I varied the duration that he was in the suit and the time he was out to keep him off balance. After a few of these cycles he had become very compliant and did not struggle against my guards when it was time to be locked back in. While he was locked in the suit I enjoyed taunting him from time to time. I never knew exactly what I was going to say when I picked up the mic from the monitoring console, but something always came to me. These mind games were an important part of his imprisonment (for me anyway).
Kangaroo Court – Part 3
By PrisonCub
I was guided into a concrete block room with a cubicle made of the same metal as the toilet in my cell. A black phone receiver was connected to a metal cord that fed into the wall. A shelf stretched across the cubicle and in the middle of the shelf was a metal ring that was bolted to it. On the floor directly under the shelf was another metal ring except this one was bolted to the concrete floor.
Kangaroo Court – Part 2
By PrisonCub
If sitting in the little cage was part of a plan to scare the living shit out of me, it was working. The room had ten of these fucking little cages. No windows that I could see. Florescent lights mounted to the ceiling and of course one was failing so the thing was flickering and humming. I just sat there in stiff prison denim and restraints.
Nick keeps in shape with the help of his cellmate
At BrutalTops, muscular convict Nick keeps in shape by working out at every opportunity. With sub James now sharing his jail cell he has a place to dump his sweat – the sub’s mouth.
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The Craftsmen — A Sequel to Craftsmenship
By Marknorth
The guards pushed me forward and I fell, unable to keep my balance on the spongy floor. I barely heard a noise that I assumed to be the cell door closing. As if I needed that extra security to keep me here — being locked within this suit was prison enough.
Craftsmenship
By Marknorth
I didn’t care for the plaster encapsulation of my head at all. Breathing through straws stuck in my nostrils as the plaster cured didn’t do it for me a tall. In addition to the straws, the plaster shrunk as it dried and kept getting warmer and warmer. I’m not claustrophobic by any means – I’ve been locked in a shitload of bondage hoods, sometimes for days – but that plaster really got to me.