The perverted officers at Strip Search Hell conducting this search must love their jobs. You can even catch them rubbing their hands together in eager delight seeing this hot young man who has just fallen into their clutches. They particularly relish treating him harshly. I don’t know what this horny offender did to wind up in this position, but I would have happily shared a cell with him.
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At Strip Search Hell, the prison officers have to assess whether an inmate will cause them problems. A guy can come in with the full intension of behaving but then goes totally crazy. They can kick off, fall out with other inmates, cause jealousy in others or spread trouble through the jail population. That’s why cleanliness is so important, and it doesn’t matter if it comes out the end of a freezing cold hose.
The prison officers don’t have time or inclination to ask him a load of intimate questions. They suspect he’s gone jail bent, and that’s all that’s needed before a mandatory visit to Mr Hose. It’s freezing cold water for this chap, underneath his foreskin and right up his hairy arsehole. They want him spotless.
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In jail you will always get a proportion of lazy chaps. Men who have never been uncomfortable for a day in their lives. Every waking moment is spent seeking out the next pleasure to enjoy. These men are particularly punished by a stay inside. It’s clear from the moment this handsome stud is bundled into the cold tiled room for a full body check that this man is used to the finer things in life. What will see now is probably the hardest work he has done in his life. The officers take particular pleasure in giving it to this one. Watch him being made to pull his big hairy cheeks apart so that his tight over-privileged arsehole is fully displayed.
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By boyryan54
The hunt is on. Gimp is curious who will win…Will it be Master Mike? Master Robert? Or maybe Master John and Master Alex? Or Master Gary? The gimp’s mind darts between each of the men it serves as it ducks between the crowds at the convention. While the gimp desires each Master for their different techniques, it doesn’t want to make it easy for them. The chase can be fun. Gimp’s mind flashed to a few weeks ago.
It was Master Alex’s idea. Let the gimp loose in a large public event, and see which of the Masters can “bag” the gimp. The winner gets to claim the gimp as His full time property, though it is still devoted to the group. Gimp loved the idea. It was high time it moved in with one of the Masters full time and took its training to the next level.
Gimp had spent the last four years while in college training with the group; five Masters who all knew each other and wanted a devoted rubber sub to train and share. Since gimp graduated recently and was without too many attachments, it would be easy for it to move in with a Master. But it was Master Alex who suggested the hunt idea to keep it fair.
By ty dehner
It is so fucking quiet; I can only hear my breathing. Seems I am so alone, no one around for miles. This is hard work and my gear is pretty soaked in sweat. I’m tired as shit, Sir is the toughest boss I’ve ever worked for. But the rewards are fucking awesome in the end.
The crew has left for the day, as I see Sir heading down the gravel road in his truck to pick me up. He really gave me the shit job today, literally. Cleaning outhouses is not the glamour job in construction, but as a pad pig, it is my job. Once every two weeks. There are 20 across the sites that Sir oversees. It is amazing how messy these guys are, though I admit I get a little horny thinking of them in their Carhartt’s, boots, jeans and muddy work overalls doing their business in these outhouses. When I work in these I have to wear rubber gloves and gas mask that Sir requires I wear while cleaning. The guys on the crew think I’m nuts for wearing it, but it is required, and I do it. I think Sir has me do it, because it humiliates me some and he likes that on occasion.
This week I’m in my black Carhartt overalls with, of course, my football pants and cup, with my uniform jersey on underneath. Even though it was warm out, I am required to keep my flannel shirt and Carhartt coat on, as well as work gloves. I’m still breaking in my new White’s lace up boots. Sir had them custom done with a small leather strap at the top that locks the boots on. My work uniform is finished off by a Packer’s cap that Sir soaked in his piss before letting it dry. On days that I work hard or am wearing the gas mask my sweat mixes with the dried piss and I do begin to smell!
Meanwhile, at Strip Search Hell, a sadistic guard takes real delight in cruelly mocking this beefy naked prisoner.
The tough criminal does his best to comply and obediently spreads his arse cheeks while he’s hosed down. He clenches his fists as the onslaught of freezing cold water hits him. It’s sexual embarrassment and physical discipline like this that allows the guards to maintain their absolute authority in a prison filled with physically dangerous muscular thugs.
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By Mature Captive
“You have too much freedom.” He was always stronger than me. Bigger too, and his cock… Well let’s just say there’s good reason we call him “the Python.” And a couple decades younger too; so even while I was training him, I always knew and hoped someday he would come to dominate me. Deep down I wanted it too. So, as I slowly taught him all the dark arts of sadomasochism, I was just waiting for the day when he realized it for himself.
“Way too much freedom.” My heart thrilled and my cock stiffened at his words, but I remained silent. Bound helplessly as I was, already stretched out on the bondage bed, well gagged and hooded, there wasn’t much I could say or do. He was in charge, and supposedly this was to be another of our casual morning training sessions. But knowing him as well as I do, I could almost see the light go on in his brain.
