David is the youngest son of a rich family. After a night of partying, he wakes up hooded and tied to a chair. After hours of waiting a masked guy finally forces him to record a ransom video. He starts to undress and to search David. When the guy notices that David gets a hard-on he starts to enjoy teasing and playing with his obviously gay captive.

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Nicholas is a straight dominant man who likes to be in control. So being bound by the wrists and ankles to the wall fully naked without being able to fight back is pure psychological torture. StraightHell brute Dave viciously teases him and flogs him till angry red welts appear on his pristine skin. He thrashes about like a wild animal until his hard muscular body is dripping with sweat and saliva pours down his chin. When he’s fully broken and staring at his captors with pleading glistening eyes they drive a dildo up his ass while Adrian cuddles and kisses him like the tenderest of lovers.

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Cop & Dom

By ChastitySub

Part I

The Cop and the Dominator had met at the gym. They started working out together: the Cop liked the Dominator for pushing him harder in his lifting workouts. Sure, maybe he was a little attracted to the Dominator on some man-to-man level … but the Cop was a straight, tough cop, and didn’t go that way sexually. The Cop would show up at the gym in his motorcycle uniform with his big, black, shiny boots creaking on the wooden floor as he walked through the gym as if he owned it — along with all those sweating under unforgiving machines. From time to time, he’d stop to flirt with a slender woman at the front desk, or look insistently in the direction of a girl working out.

The Cop clearly liked standing around the gym in his uniform before heading to the locker room, where he’d change into tight military-issue green shorts and a jockstrap. Sometimes he would wear a regular jockstrap, but other times a jock and cup. The cup would cause a huge bulge in his little green shorts, and the top of his jockstrap often poked teasingly over the shorts’ waistband. But clearly he could care less if the gays and drooling women kept looking at the suggesting bulge. The Cop had big strong legs, and a muscular butt round enough to stretch the fabric of his shorts into two perfect spheres. He exhibited smooth pecs that Dominator was convinced were shaved, although he never teased the Cop about it. The Cop’s pecs and nipples stood out in his tight white under armor shirt.

The Cop knew that the Dominator was gay, and that was fine by him. Sometimes, after working out they would get a drink or two; the Cop usually stayed in his motorbike uniform, even off work — he knew what this stood for in so may eyes. The Cop would tell the Dominator about fucking young women he picked up at the gym; fucking them slow, long and hard, making sure to work one or two fingers up their assholes. The Cop asked the Dominator if he was dating. “Off and on,” he said, in addition to the two boys he used as dog slaves when he was in the right mood. He kept them under strict control in locked chastity devices and butt plugs they had no control over, and trained them over the weekend through tough punishment, and occasional pleasure for reward. The Cop got curious, but didn’t ask for more details. But at the Dominator’s suggestion, he did buy a couple of butt plugs and started making his female dates wear them while they fucked.

***

Once a year, the gym held a charity wrestling match: gym members could challenge each other to wrestling matches, proceeds went to charity, and it was all in good fun. At their next workout, the Dominator asked the Cop if he wanted to take part in a match. “Well, I’m not sure … It sounds very challenging, but I reckon I’d beat you pretty easily,” the Cop said with a good-natured smile. “Well we can certainly raise the stakes if you want. How about drinks and dinner on the loser?”

“Maybe,” the Cop said. “But I’m sure we could find something better to motivate us. How about you wash my car in your little Speedos outside my house if you lose?”

The Dominator saw an opening, and started smiling. “Okay. Heck, I’ll even kiss your boots if I lose. But if I win, I get to shave all the hair from your body. Everything, below your neck.”

That made the Cop pause. He didn’t respond right away as he weighed his chances of losing. He had been pushed right into a corner he found both potentially humiliating, but which gave rise to a faint sense of excitement he couldn’t quite grasp.

“What’s up copper? Are you scared you might lose and end up with shaved legs,” the Dominator taunted gently. The Cop sniggered: “Fuck no! I know I’ll win. But if my body hair’s at stake, we need to raise them a little for you too. If I win, you’ll have to shine my boots with your tongue, and lick my jock cup clean while I watch.”

“Done,” said the Dominator.

On the day of the match, the two men suited up into jockstraps and singlets in the gym locker room. “It’s not too late to back out of the bet,” offered the Cop. “If you’re getting scared, that is.”

“I’m ready,” replied the Dominator with a strong gaze.

“Good, I need to get these boots cleaned. They’ll look good with a nice tongue polish. I used to have cadets at the police academy lick boots as part of their hazing. Tongues give the boots a very special shine.”

The Dominator simply smiled as he adjusted his own jockstrap, cup and singlet. What the Cop did not know was that the Dominator had been a college wrestler, and still wrestled occasionally with friends — or with ‘friends with benefits.’ He was much quicker than the Cop, even if smaller and lighter.

When the match started, the Dominator played possum a bit with the Cop, encouraging him to believe a bigger size would allow him to win the match hands down. But every time the Cop thought he was close to pinning down his opponent, the Dominator would spin out from under the Cop. They both got sweaty from the heat and excitement. Finally, the Dominator started pressing his advantage. He caught the Cop off guard, and rolled him under his lighter but stronger body. The referee’s unforgiving whistle blow told the Cop that the match was over, with his back flat on the mat, unable to get up because of the muscular man strongly pinning him.

It had happened so fast! He lay there stunned, on the mat, as the Dominator loosened his grip, got up and raised his clenched fist to the applause of other customers. Little did they realize the impact this game would have on the Cop. He stayed silent as they walked back to the locker room. Finally, sitting on the bench, he said to the Dominator he didn’t believe he’d lost.

“I had you almost pinned at least three times!”

“Well, it’s the last pin that counts,” the Dominator replied. “Don’t worry copper, you’ll like the smooth shave I’ll give you tomorrow, it will highlight your muscles nicely. Look on the positive side of things. Heck, you might like it so much, you’ll beg me to give you a good shave every week.”

“I doubt that,” the Cop replied.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday. I’ll see you at noon at my house. Make sure you block off a few hours, it’s gonna be a very slow shaving. I want to make sure I get all the hair,” the Dominator said.

To be continued …

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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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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

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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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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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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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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.