I received a few pairs of gym shorts as gifts from the holidays. Unfortunately, neither pair had a pocket to keep my phone in while I am at the gym. I decided to try and exchange the gifted shorts for some that would be more useful. There was a big box sporting goods store between the gym and my house.
I had visited the sporting goods store before the holidays looking for gifts for family members and then after the holidays in search of shorts I could use. They often had a deputy sheriff working as loss prevention who stood near the entrance to the store. Sometimes it was a female deputy who parked a K9 unit in front of the store. Other times it was a random male deputy. When there wasn’t a deputy, there was a guy whose shirt said police in large letters on its back. He wore a duty belt, but it wasn’t clear if he was affiliated with a specific department. I later learned, from a coworker who had a friend who was a deputy, that the sporting goods store had been experiencing a high volume of theft and had been employing the officers to help stop the shoplifting.
Continue reading Copdar – The Side Job Deputy
By VANS fag
Author’s Note: The BOSS has controlled, micro-managed, chastized, tattooed and humiliated VANS fag since August 2008 in a TPE (total power exchange) relationship. VANS fag is an alpha male publicly but a permanently chastised dildofag in the playroom and kink world.
I was enjoying the feel of the BOSS’s cock slowly softening in my ass after he came. Tonight felt like a rare luxury. We were in bed. He was on top of me, his weight pressing down on me reassuringly. I looked forward to gently falling asleep beside him, frustrated a little by the chastity device that restrained my cock but not bound, restrained, plugged, hooded or whatever. He rolled off me and out of bed, then headed to the washroom where I eventually heard the rush of his post-ejaculatory piss in the toilet. He was definitely feeling romantic tonight because normally I would be drinking that piss myself.
He came back to the bed and kissed the back of my head. “That’s the last time.”
Continue reading The Last Time and the First Time
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 14: Your Every Moment Will Be Filled with Meaning
When you’re a freshman slappie you wake up at dawn, and if you’re a new and potentially uncontrolled slappie, you lie in your rack until the boss comes by to unlock your shackle. Then you herd into the latrine to do your business. The smell of piss and shit from 100 slappies—that wasn’t one of the attractions of the King George Hotel. The hotel had slappies, but they did it someplace else. Mornings are chilly on St. Bevons, and the steam goes up from the shit holes. You march to the chow hall in your big boots and your little slappie suit, and you feel like the cold breeze is drowning you. Chow is something like oatmeal and something like coffee. No croissants. No marmalade. No fresh fruits offered for your selection. No one to suggest that the gentleman might wish to try the special breakfast of the day. Then you’re marched out on the slab for exercise. You strip down to your y-fronts, and you’re ready for your session of mens nulla in corpore sano.
Continue reading Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 14
The guard who was escorting Marc, opened the Captain’s door and entered. He told the Captain that the former prisoner 4798 wanted to speak with him. The Captain nodded and told him to bring him in. The guard went out and grabbed Marc by the left bicep and walked him into the office. The guard closed the door and stood quietly in front of it while Marc walked up to the Captain and requested permission to speak to him. The Captain nodded and smiled as he opened the thick file that his researcher had prepared on Marc.
The Captain had all potential prisoners/patients thoroughly checked out prior to confirming their booking with the facility. The research included a financial analysis to ensure that they could afford and pay the fees that the facility demanded. Marc looked at the Captain and told him that he wanted to buy into the facility as a partner and become a part of the crew that operated the facility. The Captain nodded and knowing Marc’s net wealth, knew that the proposed investment would allow the facility to expand and add additional options.
Continue reading The Vacation – Part 10