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Muscle stud Dylan Roberts takes Tony Hunter into a crowded restaurant during lunch hour. The horny men grope the captive and make him suck cocks. Dylan walks Tony around and beats his ass for everyone's enjoyment. Tony endures drinks thrown on him, the zipper, humiliation of licking cum off the dirty floor. They gang fuck the stud make him clean up by scrubbing the floor with his own body.

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Mike from Amsterdam sent in some shots of himself tied in a wetsuit:

The creepy janitor ties up the football coach in the locker room and violates his butthole

Kamrun the football coach takes a shower after a long workout. Creepy janitor Brenn Wyson mops up the locker room mess at the end of the day. Brenn is trying to make small talk but Kamrun is having none of it. The janitor finishes up and looks through the peephole as the coach showers. He has a surprise for the coach as he wakes up suspended upside down in the locker room. Brenn takes it out on coach Kamrun and uses him like a punching bag. Kamrun is made to suck cock. He endures the harsh flogger with clamps to his tits. The creepy janitor plays a sick game of football with the coach and fucks him with no mercy.

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Unbeknownst to Trent Diesel, Parker London is a parolee working in a doctor's office as a clerk. Trent is late for his physical examination and Parker decides to do the job. Parker pervs over Trent's body. Trent confronts Parker and says he will report this weird physical. Parker takes Trent down and binds him in leather straps. Trent endures electricity to his balls and hole while he's being edged for hours. Parker beats the captive and fucks him on his boss's desk.

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Reality Trumps Fantasy

By MarkNorth

He is locked in the cage his eyes pleading with me over the top of the gag.  His wrists and ankles weighed down by the heaviest shackles that I have; with short, heavy chains limiting his every movement. He is not happy – but I could care less.

It is obvious that he finally regrets his decision to become my prisoner.  They never believe that it is for “real” until it is too late.  They love the idea of being a prisoner or a slave or losing control – the excitement of the fantasy.  So they blissfully agree to sign the contract or lock the collars on.  Only in time do they realize that it isn’t a game.  “Be careful what you wish for” are words to live by when trying to make your fantasies a reality.

I always warn them, give them multiple chances to back out or add conditions and limits to their captivity; but they think it is just part of the role playing.  I don’t role play.  The will soon learn that – and it is usually the hard way.

This one is a prime example.  He had a personal up looking for a dominant to make him his prisoner.  “Want and need 24/7 lock-up.  Blah, blah, blah.  Email me at….”

I look for these ads and reply to many of them; I let the guy with the ad run his fantasy a little and then usually scare him off (on purpose).  This guy, though, followed through all the way.  Surprised me a little, but I could tell he was seriously interested in the real thing.  I also knew that he had no clue what the “real” thing would really be like.  Pictures were emailed; he was a good looking jock-type.  I didn’t care if gay or straight – they all served the same in the end.  24 years old, single, a little adrift – just my type.

After I was sure he had the bondage experience (he did in spades), and could handle some true incarceration (he could), I showed him the contract.  He thought it was great, considered it for a few days, asked quite a few questions, asked for some (petty) changes to the terms and then we set an official date for the signing and incarceration.

He was renting a house with 5 other guys – all fresh out of college, so nobody really cared that he was going to be away for “awhile.”  “It’s all good,” was probably said a dozen times as he told them that he was just heading out on an adventure.  He was instructed to never mention what “adventure” he was truly embarking on.

I sent him a package with the only items he needed to bring with him on the big day.  I think simple is best – so a pair of well worn, ass hugging jeans with a plain white jock strap, black t-shirt and some old Adidas basketball shoes (no socks).  It was pretty much his daily uniform, anyway, but he looked hot as hell in them.  The last thing in the package was a heavy chain collar and a large, heavy lock.  Together they probably weighed close to two pounds.  This was his last chance to back out.  Once he locked that chain around his neck the only way to get it off, short of a blow-torch, was by coming to me.  It was also too large to hide, so it was in plain sight the entire walk across town to my house.

He arrived on time.  Stripped to the jock strap and collar in the foyer and came downstairs to the playroom as ordered.  He was nervous, excited, and a little jumpy.  His dick was hard and pretty much bursting the seams of the jock.  All good signs.  I sat him down at a little table and let him read through the entire contract again.  Then made him read it once more.  I had several friends over as witnesses, but waited to bring them down until we were ready.  After reading it a second time I could see the smirk grow on his face.  Ah yes, he was loving the idea of the “game” – which, of course, it wasn’t.  I gave him another opportunity to reconsider and he said we should go ahead now – he was ready willing, and able to hand himself over to me for his incarceration.

He was a little surprised when I called my friends in to witness our signatures, but he signed all the copies and the smirk never faded.  I thanked my friends, gave them each a copy of the contract for safe-keeping and sent them on their way.  The rest of the day was solely for him.  Although he didn’t need it, I ordered him to shower – telling him to take advantage of it because you never know when you’ll be able to again.  He protested but eventually followed his instructions.  When he was done he came and knelt before me, naked as instructed.  I told him that he is no longer a free man.  He will only do what I tell him to do and never question my orders.  He agreed.  Of course, the smirk persisted.

I told him to stand and follow me over to a workbench on the side of the playroom.  Sitting there for him to see was the best part of the contract for me – one of the most severe chastity devices that I have ever been able to find.  It was easy to adjust to make it seem like it was custom made.  The look on his face told me everything I needed to know.  Serious chastity was a great fantasy for him – not so much when faced with the reality of it.

He tried to back away but I grabbed him and firmly ordered him to stand still.  He reacted quickly to my commands – I could tell he was taken aback by the tone and forcefulness.  It took me quite a while to get the device in place.  It was a jock-style metal unit – kept the ass fully exposed and the dick pushed down into a small inner tube.  The lining in the tube was rubber – something that I found to be very effective.  The friction caused by the rubber when his dick tried to enlarge was painful; less so than spikes would be, but enough to ensure his discomfort.  The locking mechanism is recessed into the front of the device – which was a work of art in itself.  Once engaged it would be next to impossible to open without the proper key (or, again, a blow torch!)

Once it was locked in place I let him get used to it for a while.  Then I started to play with his tits and stroke his smooth body.  I caressed him carefully and was rewarded rather quickly by his painful reaction to his attempted erection.  Get used to it I told him.  You will not get off again until you earn it from me.  Your enjoyment is of no concern to me – you live to serve me now.

The smirk faded for a moment, but returned.  “Oh yes, this guy was good at this game!” Is probably what he was thinking.  I ordered him to his knees and had him crawl to the cage - the one thing that he said always got him hard as hell and his favorite place to be locked-up.  I locked on the heaviest wrist and ankle manacles and then locked them together with a short chain that I extended to the chain already locked around his neck.  He would be able to stand in a stoop and shuffle around a bit (when not caged, that is), but that would be about it.  I locked him in the cage, locked his neck collar to the cage and wished him good night.  I left him in the dark until the next morning.

The basement was pretty much soundproof, so his screams were pretty muted.  No one outside would ever hear them.  His cries were such a turn on for me – it was one of the reasons that I loved locking guys like him up.  The louder he yelled, the harder I got.  I fell asleep after jacking off to the distant sound of his pleas to be released.

When I eventually went down to the playroom to check on him he was livid.  He swore at me and called me every name he could think of.  I let him burn himself out for a while before asking him if he was hungry or thirsty.  Of course he was.  If he begged, I told him, I would give him some water.  He swore at me.  I left him in the dark for another 6 hours.

This time he was quiet when I came into the room.  He begged for some water and I rewarded him with some.  I noticed that he had pissed himself - it had dribbled out the drain in the device and pooled between his legs.  He saw me looking at it and was about to swear at me again, but caught himself.  Good, he was already learning!

I brought him some food and fed it to him through the bars of the cage.  He had been locked up in there for about 36 hours, but I wasn’t going to free him.  He felt better after eating and I left a bottle of water with him.  As long as he behaved he would have these little niceties, but they can be taken away just as quickly.

I noticed that, although he was uncomfortable and sore, a little smirk had returned to his face.  Now he was probably thinking, “Mr. hard-ass has proved his point.  I’ll play along and behave until be releases me, then the game is over.”

When I reminded him that this wasn’t a game but, rather, his new reality he must have thought that I was reading is mind.  I had done this dozens of time – I knew the stages and could read these guy’s faces like a book.  His smirk dimmed, but didn’t fade away completely.

I left him in the dark for another 6 hours.  Fed him and gave him some more water.  He was sitting in more of his own piss.  But I didn’t release him from the cage.  Instead I played with him again until his dick tried to get hard and he winced in pain.  This time, however, I didn’t stop.  He needed to experience the device to its fullest so that he knew that he couldn’t get off at all.  I reminded him that his body and, especially his cock, were mine.  Still he was thinking that, although a bit harsher than imagined, the game would end soon.  His smirk returned as I finished with him, but there was now some fear in his eyes – good!

The next day I allowed him out of the cage to get cleaned up and relax his muscles.  I anticipated that he would struggle, but chained as he was he had no chance.  I let him shower and made him clean-up the floor of the cage.  Then I forced him back inside locking the collar to a ring on the cage, so that his movements were severely restricted.  I reminded him that this was punishment for struggling against me.  He would learn to obey.

Weeks passed.  I keep him in the same exact routine.  Hours in the dark, shackled and locked in the cage.  A few hours outside of the cage every two days or so – hard exercise for him then a shower.  The chastity device has remained in place – I enjoy teasing him with caresses and seeing his pain as his dick tries to get hard.  It is easy to clean while locked on, so it can remain in place for quite some time.  I continue to feed him by hand – never allowing him to feed himself.  It is humiliating for him, but he must learn that he now depends on me for everything.

Last night he exploded at me when I went to feed him.  He screamed every obscenity in the book and said that he had had enough of this game.  I had proved my point, it wasn’t what he had been expecting, and it wasn’t any fun for him at all.  He started to beg and plead for release – especially after he saw the look on my face.

I tossed the meal in the garbage and reminded him that this should have been exactly what to expect.  After all, he had read, reread, and signed the contract.  As he shook his head I told him that this was his reality.  The contract was real.  The manacles are real.  The cage is real.  The chastity device is real.  The fact that I owned his ass was real.  This was his life from now on.  The fact that it didn’t fit into his fantasy was irrelevant, as were any of his thoughts, wishes, or desires.

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that eventually he might earn his release.  I’m sure that he didn’t remember that clause in the contract, anyway.  He was one of the cockier ones that I have dealt with, so it will most likely be a long time before he gets to that point, anyway.

He unleashed another tirade of obscenities and screams.  I let him yell until he wore himself out.  I then went over to my gear cabinet and pulled out one of my favorite pieces.  Oh, he struggled mightily as I inserted the mouth-filling gag and securely strapped it on and locked it in place.  It was padded leather so that it was relatively comfortable around his head, but the gag piece would begin to make his jaw sore in a few hours.  It is the most effective gag that I have – it’s hard for its wearer to make even quiet sounds, let alone scream or yell.  I watched him for a while then left him alone in the dark.

I went down this morning to check on him and remove the gag - he needs water, food and the pain in his jaw must be excruciating by now.  Although I don’t think this latest punishment will have pushed him much further towards complete submission, it is another step in that direction.  I look forward to breaking him over the coming weeks, or months, if that is what it takes.  These past few weeks have been great for me – the turn on of seeing this guy locked-up has been fantastic.

It may not take as long as I suspect, though, I can already tell that the smirk has been permanently removed from his face.

I can’t help but smile as I look into his pleading blue eyes.  He is so damn cute with that leather gag covering his face, those manacles and chains restricting his every move, and his bare-ass all locked-up in that cage.  Good thing I’m not wearing that chastity device or I would be the one grimacing in pain right now!

Yes, reality trumps fantasy every time!

THE END

 Titan Men

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Masters Billy and Guy have truly wicked minds. Keeping their sub tied and harnessed, they subject him to brutal pony training, ordering him to crawl on all fours while they take turns riding his back. The dominant men strip down and taunt him, flaunting their large cocks and big hairy asses in his face. They intimidate him towering over the lowly sub with their hard masculine bodies. The men enjoy a passionate smooch sitting astride the lowly beast whipping him and yanking on his harness.

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MummyEd does some self-bondage on the streets (and public transit systems) of San Francisco:

MummyEd comes up with some original ideas. This time he wanted to do some self-bondage in a very public way. The addition of MR S ICE LOCK makes it even more interesting. The hoodie idea was from a friend who hauls his partner around the clubs of LA. The locking transport belt has a metal ring that slips into an opening in the front pouch. A set of handcuffs go through the ring and you are trapped in secret. MummyEd suspended the key out of reach with an ice lock. This would take over three hours to release, which gave plenty of time to take a ride on some public transportation. He headed for a kink-friendly coffee shop, where MummyEd locked his wrists in the handcuffs. After some shopping and sightseeing, he headed for the public transportation. The titillation of public bondage is fun because from this point on, you will try to imagine who else has a secret.

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I found these images on the website of Mstr Alex:

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For those of you who read Part 1 of HomoHick, he’s now added Part 2:

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Jordan maintains a pristine slick appearance to enhance his street cred when he’s out pimping. At StraightHell it’s time for this lad to get his nose dirty. Dave attaches a clip to Jordan’s nose. This is attached to a dildo which he inserts up his asshole so wherever he goes the straight cunt’s face is firmly planted in his ass cheeks. Dave increases the hetero’s humiliation by offering up his ass to the film crew to play with. The lad’s high sex drive gets the better of him as his sensitive prick keeps stiffening. They tie him up, mercilessly tease his throbbing hard dick and make him beg to cum like a nasty cheap whore

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Do you guys prefer him as officer or inmate?

Today’s picture is from Muscle Men Zone

With his hands tied well and his undies down, Brandon gets rudely deflowered. He is fucked in several positions, has to suck cock, gets spanked and humiliated before they lead him away to continue with their evil plan. They fuck him hard and doggy-style. He shall never forget this lesson nor dare to return to Tchukistan once they are finished with him.

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Here are some pictures off the net from guys who know how to TIE, and the first shot is from the proprietor of the new Vintage Male Bondage site:

The Prisoner Fantasy

By Nick Ensign

Part 6

There was still dim lighting, enough to see by, coming in through a small pane of glass in the door. I continued to sit there on my bunk in the dim light, going over events in my head from beginning to end.  

Sometime during the night I lay down and slipped under the thin blanket that had been rolled with my mattress. I thought I heard a sliding metal sound at one point, but it was finished before I could react. Morning eventually rolled around, marked by all the lights flickering on again. I knew I should get up. I knew that someone would soon be looking in on me and would expect me to present myself as being awake, but I lay there. Eventually, the light was too much for me, and that was when I saw the piece of paper lying on the floor near my cell door.  

I snatched it up, hardly having to move far from my bunk, the cell was that small. It merely said "Good prisoner" on it. I wanted to smile, but I wasn't yet able to make myself enjoy this trip.  

I'd no sooner had the note ripped up and flushed when I hear that metal sliding sound again. A tray of food was being pushed through a slot in the door. It came to a stop, resting on a shelf mounted on my side of the door. The food was thin and evil looking, but I nibbled at it and eventually ate it all. I'd always heard that anyone eating prison food for the first time can expect a good case of diarrhea shortly afterwards. As I finished the last bite of the foul food, I wondered when it would hit me.  The rest of the day proceeded with little change. I occasionally saw a face in the window. The breakfast tray was collected and later a lunch tray was inserted. This procedure was repeated at dinner as well. Sometime during the day, I discovered that I could turn on the small TV mounted into the wall by thumbing the big soft buttons in front of it. Most of the channels were static, but I watched a little day time television. When the lights went out, I lay there in the dark again but eventually fell asleep.  

There was another "Good prisoner" note waiting for me in the morning. I disposed of it right away. This second day was remarkably like the first except that I began pacing to release some energy. I walked back and forth most of the afternoon. At one point, early in the afternoon, the lights suddenly went out. All the power was dead. I remained in near-total blackness for what seemed like hours. A few emergency lights were on in the hallway, but they did not cast enough light in my cell for me to do anything with. The air quickly heated up, and I found that I had to pace calmly again to keep myself from panicking. At the point where I nearly lost it, however, the lights came back on and I could hear the hum of the AC again. Dinner arrived slightly late, again with no fanfare.  

I began to think that my deputy was surely going to have me released soon. In fact, I counted on it. As I lay there that night after lights-out, I repeated that thought to myself like a mantra. He couldn't leave me there much longer.  

The next morning there was a longer note. "Computer rebooted after power outage. All active records being reviewed and matched against inmates. Individual access passcodes have to be re-issued, beginning in 48 hours. If anything happens, just go with it. Be a good prisoner." I re-read this note several times trying to understand everything he was telling me. Eventually satisfied that I had gotten it all, I destroyed it as normal.  

The third day passed with no changes. I spent part of the day dozing and dreamed of running. That dream was easy to interpret! That night, however, sleep wouldn't come. I tossed and turned and happened to be awake to hear the gentle metal sliding noise. I could just make out my deputy's face before he walked off again. Not waiting until morning, I grabbed for the note and held it close to the door window so I could capture the faint light. Dimly I read "No access to system yet. Expect delay of 24 hours yet. Be patient."  

This angered and frustrated me. I balled my fists and punched my mattress, then I stared to cry. Before falling asleep like this, I destroyed the note as I had done the others.  

I was awakened in the morning not by the lights but by my cell door suddenly sliding open. A silhouetted figure said my name, and that prompted me to jump out of bed. I barely saw the cuffs and shackles before they were locked on me.  As this new deputy led me back largely over the same route I'd been through before, he said, "Lucky you. It's moving day."  

I could tell he was teasing me, but I bit and mumbled "Moving day?" back at him.  

"Certainly," he said. "We can't keep an important man like you here. You're serving three to five, which means you're moving up to the State's care. A record review caught the mistake. If we hadn't had that power outage, God knows how long you would have wasted County money." He then fairly pushed me into a final room where several other inmates were already lined up. I could see a man dressed in a California state uniform standing near the far door with a stack of files in one hand.  

There isn't much else to say. This new van trip was much like the first except that I shared the van this time. There wasn't much talking. We drove for about three hours, far out into the desert. Eventually the driver / C.O. welcomed us to Chuckawalla, our new home. The intake process was similar to what I'd already been through. We were stripped and searched again. This time we were given new uniforms to reflect our status as prisoners under the CDCR. As a new inmate, I was placed in a cell by myself for three days for observation. Technically, it's called a `suicide watch.' Tomorrow I am scheduled to be let out into the general population. I don't know what will happen after that. Yesterday I discovered this paper and an ink pen with which to write. I hope that my deputy will figure out how to fix this all soon.  

I'm ready for my prisoner fantasy to end...    

THE END

copyright 2009 by Nick Ensign, posted with permission

Metal would like to thank Nick for allowing his story to be shared here on this blog. 

Dominic Pacifico gets completely destroyed and gang banged in warehouse full of men.

Spencer Reed abducts Dominic Pacifico and drags him into an empty warehouse. Roughed up, Dominic is made to suck Spencer's huge cock. More men enter the warehouse and all hell breaks lose. They lock him up in the cage like an animal and piss all over him. Spencer drags him around to service strangers' cocks. They all laugh as he gets suspended and flogged. Dominic endures a gang bang while being bound to the bed. He swallows load after load of cum. Dominic is completely destroyed.

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PTJock sent this picture in response to my rant the other day, and he writes:

Hey Metal,

Call it what you will, but this guy is shackled to his board in my book!

In his bright red soccer kit, Shay Michaels is straining against the blue ropes that bind his wrists to his thighs. Coach Bob Hager walks in and gags the enraged jock with blue tape. Coach Hager drops Michaels to the matt and slowly pulls his captive’s shorts down enraging him even more. After rimming his victim’s juicy hole, Hager walks around to Michaels’ face, removes the gag and makes the athlete suck his hard cock till he blows!

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Anyone ever heard of the Captured Discipline timer lock box? Check it out:

NoEscapeSlave writes:

I had been searching for a time-lock safe for some time (so I could put handcuff/shackle/chastity keys in it for extended periods) but turns out they are REALLY hard to find, VERY expensive and most come from Europe.  The only other thing I have seen are the ice self-bondage locks from Mr. S but those have limited use and can’t be used for real long scenes.  

After one exhaustive search I came across a time-lock small box safe that is made for people who want to stop their bad habits (like cigarettes, snack foods, etc).  I decided (for less than $100) I would buy one of their safes and it really is GREAT.  It is small enough to carry anywhere and can be kept IN a cell or cage with you (or just within reach) yet there is NO way to unlock it once it is set for a certain time period.  So far, I am very happy with it (of course NOTHING beats an actual CAPTOR carrying the keys to your bonds but they are often hard to find all the time).  One thing I do in addition for safety since I have to practice self bondage at times and live alone is I usually take my cellphone and put it within reach of my cuffed hands outside the cell/cage so that IF the safe did not open for some reason or I needed emergency medical help I could call someone.  Of course calling anyone would be VERY embarrassing and you would only do it IF you were in real jeopardy…otherwise you are forced to wait until the safe opens at the specified time.   

Although the safe comes with 2 regular keys to use as well they do NOT send you these unless you ask for them and if you DO ask for the keys they allow you to send them back to them for safekeeping as a free service for their customers … in order to avoid anyone opening the safe prematurely.

Oddly enough, the name of this company is Captured Discipline . They list many many uses of their products (EXCEPT this) You have to wonder if they sell many of these to us twisted bondage addicts. I am also curious if anyone else has seen/purchased this product.

Master Mike and Master Lee get off on skillfully using and abusing their subs. Hard and merciless, these street thugs tie up their sub, gob on him, ash into his mouth and use dildos on his ass. They nose clamp him and lead him into swallowing their hard enormous cocks so far he nearly chokes.

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Click the image to see a video on YouTube of Sean Sherk working out using the elevation training mask:

Blog reader Mark writes:

Alright, so there is an elevation training mask. You wear it when you work out. It limits your air supply. Supposedly it simulates high altitudes where there is a lack of oxygen. Therefore, it helps your body more efficiently process oxygen, increase your lung power, etc. etc.

OK, OK, OK ....... COME ON!!!!

It is just an excuse to engage in s/m activities!!!!!!!!!!!

On one hand, it is like, just come out and tie up each other while you work out and be gay and happy and all that.

On the other hand, it is like, I am so satisfied that s/m is actually everywhere in our culture.

I mean ...........  I just saw on the news last night about how many "illegal immigrants" they cuff daily on to a plane sending them back. Something like 400,000 a year out of one facility or some shit. That is 400,000 pairs of steel metal cuffs AT LEAST.

A nation that manufacturers steel cuffs in bulk, come on!

Just be gay already. Hehe

The Prisoner Fantasy

By Nick Ensign

Part 5

I was awakened that night by the baton-on-door rap which I was so accustomed to. I stood up, groaned with soreness, and opened the door slowly. My deputy was there, beaming with delight. He kicked the door close and immediately bear-hugged me.

"I'm so proud of you, prisoner," he said. Then, for the first time, he spent his middle of the night lunch break tending me. He drew me a hot bath and lowered me into the tub. Stripping off his uniform shirt and body armor, he then grabbed a wash cloth and began washing me while standing outside the tub. In a few minutes I was again peaceful and drowsy. When I was thoroughly clean, he grabbed a towel and dried me off. Then he led me to my bed, pulled back the blanket, and bade me lie down. That was the last thing I remember, as I passed quickly into sleep. When I awoke late in the morning, the sun already quite high, I found him naked and asleep next to me. My stirring brought him around, and he reached an arm out around me. "Shhhh," he said, without raising his head. "Let's enjoy this." So we lay there together a few more hours, each of us dozing on and off.  

That was the one and only tender moment we enjoyed. A few nights later he resumed his regular visits, but his sex was rougher than ever. He barked orders at me night after night, and I followed them, holding on to the memory of our one tender day together. Make no mistake, now that I had served a brief sentence, I also got rock hard in an instant every time I saw him in uniform or every time he addressed me as 'Prisoner.' I fairly begged to be cuffed and shackled while in my uniform.  

This all came to a head about a month later when he tossed the file folder to me again. I figured he might do this again so I was ready for it. But, I was shocked, when I read the commitment this time. Apparently I had turned felon and was about to serve a sentence of three to five years. I gasped, and he grinned at me. "Don't worry," he said. "That record will be cleaned out of the system after a few nights. We'll have you home safe before you know it. A couple nights behind bars will do you good. I'll even make sure you have your own cell."  

He could barely contain his excitement, but I was terrified. I sat there dumbfounded until he added, "You'll be a good prisoner, right?" Him calling me 'prisoner' melted me right away. I made myself relax. That was when I noticed that my report date had already passed. When I mentioned this, he simply said, "Yes. Be ready in two nights. I'm going to come by with the transport van. As far as anyone else is concerned, I'll be transferring you from West Valley Detention to Glen Helen." He further explained that by 'be ready' he meant for me to be dressed in my inmate gear.  

True enough to his word, I heard the chortle of the van as it pulled up two nights later. I was thankful for maybe the 50th time that my driveway was secluded from easy view by tall shrubs. I met him at the door. I was nervous, but I could see that his excitement was barely containable. He kissed me once, then turned me around and locked my wrists together behind me. Then he led me out the door, turned out the light behind me, and shut my front door.  

I could see the van door was already open. He led me to it under the light of the moon. My steps were nervous, almost faltering, but he whispered support behind me and kept me going. He unlocked my wrists at the door to the van and had me step inside. There were six seats evenly spaced in the rear of the van, and each looked to be a bondage device. I sat in the first one, and he locked each of my wrists to a cuff bolted to the side of the seat. Then he pulled the seatbelt strap across me and buckled it. Finally, he slid the door shut. A moment later he got into the driver's seat and we were off.  

There was no doubt I was excited, but I was scared as well. I kept catching his glance. He was watching me in the rear view mirror. There was little time for talk as we arrived at the jail just a few minutes after leaving my house. He only told me that if I woke up in the morning and found a piece of paper on my cell floor, I should read it quickly then shred it and flush it.  Unlike the previous time, this time I got to go in through the front. After unlocking the van door and releasing me from the seat, he re-cuffed my wrists together. Then he grabbed some ankle shackles and bound me below as well. It seemed that I was to learn how to shuffle like a prisoner already. He placed his hand lightly on my back and propelled me forward. We headed straight for a manned gate and booth. He stopped me directly in front of the gate while he talked to the uniformed deputy in the booth. Solid glass separated them. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my deputy slip my file folder through a slot in the glass and then say loudly, "Prisoner transport."  

A few seconds later, I heard a loud buzzing and then the gate in front of me drew to the side. I heard a voice say "Step inside!" I did so and a moment later I could hear the gate sliding shut again. A different deputy stepped forward from the side and, as my deputy had done, he propelled me forward down one hallway and then another with a hand on my back.  

When we reached the end, he ushered me into a small room. There he unlocked my cuffs and shackles. I wanted so badly to massage my wrists, but before I could start he ordered me to strip. While I did so, I could hear him snap on a pair of rubber gloves. He turned me to face the wall and placed my left hand high on the wall above. "I want you to grab your penis and testicles," he then said from behind, "and lift them upwards. Hold them up until I tell you to drop them." I did as he ordered and immediately felt a lubed finger slide up my ass. It probed around for a few seconds before withdrawing. "Fine," he said. "You may let go."  

I did so, relieved, but again, before I could fully relax, he ordered me to turn around and face him. "There is a new uniform and a mattress for you on that table. Get dressed." I followed his finger and got myself dressed in seconds flat. I picked up the mattress and waited for him to tell me what to do. He re-cuffed and shackled me and we walked to the far end of the room, where he rapped on the thick glass. When the door opened, he propelled me through as before.  

This time we began walking past cells and through other locking doors. I knew I was deep inside the jail at this point. After what seemed like forever he led me up to a cell and stationed me against the opposite wall. He pulled the radio speaker off his shoulder and simply said "Five-twelve" into it. In no time, the door slid open. He unlocked my wrists and ankles and then ordered me into the cell. By the time I could turn around, he had already spoken into his radio again, and the door was closing. When it shut, I heard an audible click, and that's when I nearly shit myself.  

I was in a cell, deep inside a real jail. Somehow a few weeks of sex with a deputy sheriff had gotten me here. I spread my mattress out on the hard, lower bunk and sat there. After a few minutes the full lighting snapped off.

to be continued …