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Strip-searched behind jail cell walls
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Yes, it’s no surprise to see this athletic stud brought in for a ritual soaking at the end of a freezing cold power shower at StripSearchHell.com. He’s been noticed by screws and lags alike but it’s only the screws that have 100 percent say over him. Whenever they want a pervy thrill, who do you think enters their mind? That’s the problem with being fucking sexy looking in jail, you get all the attention whether you want it or not.
They’ve seen this lad pumping iron in the gym, with sweat dribbling down his armpits and bum crack and have used it as the perfect reason to get him on his own, clothes taken from him and humiliated by the hose. Filmed it all of course, they have. Be sure to check out the close-ups of his hot and hairy little stud being hosed proper clean.
I bet when he gets back to the landing, still naked of course, smelling fresh as a daisy, there are lines of older lags eager to use his mouth and ass in the confines of their cell. Witness the look on his face at the end of this hosing down. It may be the first week in jail for him but he knows his time is going to be spent in abject misery.
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The Cell
By slaveobjectx
i was in my late 20s when this happened.
After some years of looking, i finally found a Master online who was seriously into caging and imprisoning slaves with a taste for metal bondage. As long as I can remember, i was fascinated by men in chains, behind bars, locked up. Chains and locks have a powerful psychological effect on me that rope bondage can not match. So i could not wait to hand myself over for a five-day, no-way-out, period of incarceration. i had not seen my Jailer/Master in advance but we had spent much time discussing my incarceration and ensuring that i trusted him totally.
So on Monday i went to a quiet deserted street under the railway arches in South London. He appeared on his motorcycle at exactly 10 p.m. Without a word i took the helmet he offered me, put it on, and got on behind him on the motorbike. The helmet had a blackened visor – as a result i could not see where we were going, only the street lights and the rear lights of cars penetrated the darkness. It felt like being kidnapped. Certainly already it led to a sense that I was not in control.
If you get arrested, prepare to be strip-searched!
The prison psychologist is going to have a field day with this bastard. I mean, look at his large, over-filled balls. This fucker is high on testosterone and an urgent need to cum 24/7. Yet he’s been given the tiniest fucking dick in the prison. He’s going to be a fucking laughingstock when the other crims get a gander at what he’s got between his legs. Which is why I reckon the shrinks will put 2 and 2 together and figure out why he was attracted to dealing in weapons!
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My Pal Jock and the Raucous Party
By Hunter Perez
“Jock, will you please let me out of this?” I asked.
“Eventually, Bingo, but not right now,” he responded.
It was around eleven at night and we were in the basement den of Jock’s home. He was reclining on a couch, dressed in tight jeans and a black tank top that seemed to make his pale muscular upper torso glow. I was all in silver – or, to be more precise, I was trapped against a pillar while wrapped from ankles to shoulders in silvery duct tape.
“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened,” I said.
Jock chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve told you already, I’m not angry at you.”
I tried to push my arms against my duct tape imprisonment, but I was unable to move – the binding was too tight to allow even the slightest of wiggles.
Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time
This is definately one of life’s losers. He keeps making the wrong decisions. Which dealers wear undies with WEED emblazened on them!? Bet he didn’t think anyone would see them. Now he’s getting his precious undies and everything else taken from him. He doesn’t realise that these nasty warders have the say over his body from now on. It would probably be a good idea to get on their side. Instead he gives them the evil eye. Idiot.
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Forced to strip and shower
At StripSearchHell.com, judging by the state of blondie’s hole during the reception process, this crim needs a good scrub. It doesn’t matter how pretty his blue eyes are, a stinky hole is a stinky hole and this lad is quickly ushered in for a mandatory soaking. Naturally the water will be freezing cold and shooting from a power jet wash. They don’t want any dirt on his hairy asshole. Not when there is a prison full of sexually frustrated men just gagging for a fresh piece of ass to fuck.
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The Tournament Affair – Part 07
By @reconkayar and @mmmph82
Part 7 – The Cabin
SATURDAY MORNING – 2:00am
Denny squirms in his bondage and listens. He is grateful for the extra movement he got from Nathan undoing the tethers. But he still can’t get his head anywhere near the bunk rim to see down. Nathan and Ari have gone ahead to take stock at the cabin, leaving Chad and Ben. Ben is down with Ken, changing his gag and binding him for transport. It’s a three-rope box tie similar to what Denny had in for the escape to the getaway van.
Ben reties Ken’s cloth gag: two bandannas worked into his mouth, followed by a knotted bandanna as a cleave gag over the stuffing, and two layers of seal pulled very tight and knotted, covering Ken’s full face below his nose. It feels tight and sexy to Ken, but Ben is aware that, with some work, Ken might possibly eject it. There’ll be enough time later to fix that. Meantime Chad appears to tend to Denny. Chad sits by Denny’s head and tries to comfort him, gently stroking his temple with a gloved hand and locking eyes with him.
Denny tears up a little to see Chad. His face has always been tender and understanding. Chad wipes his tears away, saying “shhhh.” Chad has brought clothes – they’re not moving Denny in naked. He’s preparing to dress Denny, but it isn’t happening yet. They’re Denny’s same shirt, cargo pants and tactical boots he had before.
“You spent a whole day bound and gagged wearing these, bro,” Chad said. “You will probably want them washed.” Chad reaches for Denny’s shirt, bunches it up, brings it to his own face and sniffs deeply.
“Mmmmmm. Or not…”
Ben’s voice is heard from below, “INCOMING!” as he tosses a small plastic packet over the bunk rim. It lands by Denny’s head, and Chad picks it up. “Oh, new gloves. Team rules, new stop, new gloves.”