By Rubrpig
The writer is as usual in Wesco boots, in its permanent chastity belt, nipple clamps, and locked leather/steel posture collar which is mandated for it when it writes. It helps this slave to focus on its writing.
Master John looked around the bar and wondered if there was any reason to stay as it appeared that there was a lack of talent in the bar that night. He shifted on his stool which caused his heavy langlitz leathers to creak as they were stretched over his heavily muscled furry body. He nodded at the bartender and stood up. He turned and left the bar frustrated as it means another night frustrated.
After he returned home and stripped off his heavy leathers leaving his leather jock on as he always wore it, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed for the living room. He picked up his laptop and logged into his email. He scanned through it and saw that he had a message alert from his BLUF account and he logged into the site. He smiled as the message was from a buddy in Berlin. He opened it and scanned it and quickly replied. It was a confirmation of the two of meeting up for Easter in Berlin. At least, John felt that he would find action there.
The light comes on, the cell door swings open, another day of hell begins after another miserable night in sweaty leathers with butt plug torment. A single skinhead steps in and says, “Fag prisoner #5, get your butt over the squat toilet and present your ass.” Jake crawls on hands and knees, chains rattling, over the dirt floor and waits by the pit. The skinhead unlocks and removes jakes’s muzzle and the crotch strap from the harness, unzips his butt access and proceeds with the enema.
