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The Pit’s Grip – Part 12

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Silicone Bites – Flesh Sinks

By Restrained4U

Marcus tossed the bag to Jamie, boots firm.

Jamie caught the bag, fingers clawing the damp velvet – (Marcus’s “pig-boy” still burns – I’ll shove it back.) He dug in, pulling a black card – white text slashing – “Blindfolded, roll one die – plug size: 1-2 small, 3-4 medium, 5-6 large – worn ‘til your next turn. Others roll, highest cuffs you in the sling and inserts it.” He set it down – PLUG’S PICK – jaw tightening – (Fuck… no dodging this.)

“Roll, fuckers” he muttered, voice low and rough – (Gotta face it.) He snatched a leather blindfold from the wall – (Bring it on.) – waiting as they diced it out, gut churning – (Fuck… just hold on.)

Leo flicked a die, surf drawl rough – (Gonna break him.) “Four,” he rasped, die skittering – (Should’ve been my turn to shove it.) His leash twitched – (Next turn’s mine.)

Marcus tossed a die hard – (Cuff you tight, pig.) “Six,” he barked, grin splitting – (Hope it rips you, king.) His boots thudded – (I know this pit – every fuckin’ inch.)

Ryan shifted, cuffs clanking – (Stuck here, but I’m still in this.) “Master, roll for me – make him squeal,” he snarled – (I’d make it hurt more.) Leo flicked another – “Three,” he grunted – (Slave’s got spite.)

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 12

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 12: Employment Benefits

I think I mentioned that Mr. Patrick didn’t spend as much time at his job as the Colonel spent at his.  Nothing close.  In the afternoon he was usually to be found lying on the nine-foot couch, watching videos or having an early cocktail.  9555, the pretty young airhead, fetched him his drinks, and while that was happening I wasn’t given any chores in that part of the quarters.

But one day it was me that he summoned, and when I’d set his drink on the end table—or more precisely, on the little marble coaster that needed to be placed precisely at arm’s reach on the end table—he told me to “wait at the wall,” which meant standing at attention in my usual arms-behind-my-back posture.  Half an hour passed before he finished with whatever he was doing on his phone.  I was happy, just looking at the walls that enclosed me and the comfortable furniture that I was permitted to clean but never to sit on.  Then his voice said, “Here.”  His glass was on the coaster, with his phone beside it.  “Suck me,” he said.

He opened his slacks and dropped them over his knees.  He was being careful; he didn’t want to get a stain.  I dropped in front of him, automatically loosening the collar of my uniform for the job ahead of me.  “Stay in uniform,” he ordered.  “And watch the teeth.”

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 09

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By Joshua Ryan

That afternoon I collapsed on my bunk and began to think.  I thought about what a fool that counselor was and about how he must be wrong, how he must have been talking to some imaginary Steven Meres who was going to spend his life in prison.  I thought about how much I hated him for saying those terrible words to me, and how many things I’d like to do to show him that I had a life and he didn’t.  Every time I looked down at the childish orange clothes they’d put me in, I saw how much he and “the institution” had on their side.

But … I needed to come to my senses.  After all, I was there to write a book.  I should be remembering my observations, collecting my story descriptions … I tried, but I couldn’t focus on that.  It all seemed like thoughts in some other person’s mind, the mind of somebody who wasn’t locked in a steel box.

On the morning of the seventh day I was cuffed and taken out of my box and marched to the end of the big hallway, where there was a door that led to a loading dock.  Standing on the dock was a cage with bars on its top and all four sides.  It was a very large cage, and I was put into it with about 80 other prisoners.  The officer who put me in pointed to a small steel toilet next to the bars. “You need to use the can, use it now.  You’re goin on the chain bus.”

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The Dirt Bikers

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By ty dehner

The sun was nearing the height of the day, as the heat was rising. My hiking boots were making easy work of the gray shale covering this part of the desert trail. Only a short distance from the homes on the edge of the open land of the foothills of the mountains in the center of Phoenix. I had to stop as memories started to fill my mind. Memories from a very long time ago when I was a lot younger. When I was eighteen, I was dealing with feelings that I was the only one to have these desires. But damn if the thoughts didn’t make my dick hard.

As I paused, I looked at the rocky hill I was at the base of and I remember when this area was far from any people, the neighborhoods had not been built. It was an open desert as far as one could see. I spent a great deal of time walking this desert in my teen years, with thoughts that no normal person would have. I would think about being kidnapped, tossed in a van in bondage, gagged and taken to who knows where. As I remembered those thoughts, I realized that I never thought about what happened after being tossed into the van. It was the bondage I was craving and I didn’t care how I ended up in rope and tape, I just wanted to be helpless at the hands of another man.

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A Game of Chance – Part 02

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By Robmacz

Elliott grabbed Chris’s arm and assisted him off the chair and walked him towards the desk. He unlocked Chris’s cuffs from behind his back and told him to put his hands on his head. Chris had dressed very casual for the occasion, quite unlike Tom. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. Looking at him, Tom guessed that he was a little taller than himself, and while he clearly went to the gym he was not muscle toned to the extent the two cops were. Nonetheless, Tom found him immensely attractive.

Chris handed over his possessions as he was instructed to before being finger printed. He was told he was to be given a strip search. Chris felt his heart flutter a little, while Tom was just as excited to have a ring side seat. Chris took off his flip flops and put them in the plastic tray provided before taking off his t-shirt and shorts. He stood there in a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs, filled to capacity by his bugling dick. As he pulled them down Tom could see Chris’s semi-erect dick leaking precum.

Elliott snapped on a pair of latex gloves before examining parts of Chris’s body. Chris was told to stand with his hands on the back of his head while Elliott looked into his mouth and ears and lifted his dick. He was then asked to show the soles on his feet before Elliott told him to bend over for a cavity search. Chris did so; the expression on his face told Tom that he wasn’t expecting this, but Tom grew more excited at the spectacle, knowing he would be next.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 27

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“10 Days in Detention” series by socalbdBy socalbd

“If you can sleep at all, we should try to doze off for a while,” Matt suggested.

I nodded my head in agreement and looked straight up at the evening sky. It was a nice night out. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a fitful sleep.

There was a shooting pain to my balls that woke me up unexpectedly. I yelled loud enough to startle Matt spread out next to me. When I gained my composure I saw Daniel standing over me with his boot on the rope leading from my balls to the stake. He was looking directly down at me. He placed his full weight onto the rope again pressing it down into the dirt and eliciting another scream from me as the rope pulled on my balls.

It was still dark out. I had no idea what time it could be or how soon before the sunrise would take place. My shoulders were on fire from being stretched and my balls were aching from the abuse Daniel was inflicting.

“That’s enough,” I heard Matt say to Daniel.

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Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 09

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 9: Someone Up There Likes Me

The answer was obvious: I’d keep up with my classes and try my best to keep up with my fantasies– same as always, because I was never gonna wind up on St. Bevons as a slappie anyhow.  If I got rejected, big fuckin deal.  But of course that’s not the way I felt.  I wanted them to accept me!  Cmon, after all those Steps, isn’t that what you’d want?

So the next few days were pretty miserable and anxious.  Finally I had to make a rule that I’d check my mail only twice a day, instead of jumping into my phone every minute.  That’s why it took me about eight hours to find the new message from SLPOUTREACH: “Joel Barlow:  We are pleased to inform you that on review of your Application, Documents, and Interview, you have been accepted for admission to the State Labour Program.  You are now permitted to proceed to Step 4.  THIS STEP MUST BE COMPLETED WITHIN 30 DAYS OF THE DATE OF THIS MESSAGE, OR YOUR ACCEPTANCE WILL BE CANCELED.  Use the following password.”

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