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My Roomie the Wrestler
Part 1
When I opened the door, I was greeted with a rare sight. While my roommate was a wrestler, he never wore his singlet at home, and yet here he was, arms behind his head while he sat on the couch, wearing his singlet. The next thing I noticed was that the apartment had a bit more of an odor to it, a mix of feet, a locker room, and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
My eyes trailed down my roommates body. He had invested a lot of time and work into his body, and it showed as every inch of my roommate practically required anyone who saw him to acknowledge that he was muscular. I could see his muscles move and twitch as he adjusted himself on the couch. His scent started to work its way into my mind. Without realizing it, my breathing had deepened to try and take in more of his musk.
“Aaron, you’re home! I was wondering when you’d finally make it!” My roommate, Daniel, broke the silence, not realizing that I’d been staring and absent minded since I walked in the door. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to change out of that work uniform and relax?” The look on his face was almost one of mischief, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Uh, yeah, I’m going to go change, but I can’t relax. I’ve got to study.” I said lowly, trying to avoid gawking even more at Daniel’s body.
“Aw, come on! You can study tomorrow, we should have a bro’s night! Order some food, watch a movie, maybe play some games?” Daniel’s eyes almost looked like a puppy dog, eager and wanting to spend time together. As he talked, I couldn’t help but stare at his armpits, wondering what they smelled like up close.
“I don’t know man, I really need to ace the exams coming up,” I replied, trying to avoid my eyes wandering down to the pouch in his singlet that held his bulge.
“Please? I promise it’ll be fun! You’ve been working so hard! Don’t think I haven’t noticed the early mornings and late nights. You earned a night off, dude.” Daniel adjusted himself and leaned forward, a mix of pleading and plotting in his eyes.
“Okay, fine. Let me go shower and put on something to relax in. But only on one condition, you pick what we eat and watch. If I’m not studying, my brain isn’t doing any work tonight.” I told him, knowing that if he had to decide everything, he was likely to be satisfied and I wouldn’t have to deal with making any choices.
“Perfect. Go ahead and go get in the shower, and I’ll grab you some clothes and put them on the bathroom counter for you. That way you don’t have to decide on what to wear either! Don’t rush, enjoy your time, let yourself relax.” Daniel looked pleased, satisfied even, but there was a glint in his eye I couldn’t quite figure out. He’d never done something like this for me, so I’m not sure what sparked it in this instance, but I wasn’t going to argue.
——
I felt the water wash over me, and as it did, I felt my muscles slowly relax after my day. I’d pushed myself harder than I planned to at the gym, and work was grueling to say the least. While the steam started to fill the shower, and the bathroom, I debated on rubbing one out, to take the edge off and help me relax even more, but as I thought about it, I heard Daniel open the bathroom door.
“Here ya go! Don’t rush! I’ll go order us dinner. Enjoy your shower!” I heard him raise his voice to speak over the sound of the water and bathroom fan.
“Thanks, Daniel, I appreciate it!”
I tried to rub one out, but couldn’t quite get myself to think of anything other than my roommate on the couch when I walked through the front door. While I was openly gay, I never had been all that into my roommate. He’s a bit too entitled for my taste, plus he was straight. We’d been roommates the last 2 years of college, and we’d gotten along well enough that I didn’t mind sharing a space with him.
I finally gave up on the idea of an orgasm, and turned off the water and then started toweling myself off before stepping out of the shower.
When I stepped out, I noticed a single jockstrap on the counter, and some sort of black plastic object on the other side of the sink.
“Hmm, that’s odd,” I thought to myself. Maybe he was pulling a prank, maybe this whole idea was a way for him to pull one over on me. He was known around campus as a jock, yeah, but every one of the girls he dated considered him one of the funniest people they’d ever met. “Well, if he’s going to only put a jockstrap on the counter, I can either play into his joke or go get some actual clothes….” I let my mind wander back and forth between the options while I finished drying off, and decided I’d put it on, and go grab some shorts at least.
After I put it on, I picked up the plastic object on the other side of the sink. It looked like a contraption that would hold someone’s dick, with a ring that seemed to go around the base of a man’s dick like a cock ring. “Hmm, that’s weird,” I thought to myself, and set it back down, “Maybe that’s why he’s so good at eating girls out according to the noises they make when he brings one home….” I set the device back down and opened the bathroom door.
As I walked past the living room to my bedroom with my towel around my waist, I heard Daniel call out “Hey roomie! Where ya going? I already had your clothes picked out!”
“I need a little more than a jockstrap, dude, come on now. Haha, very funny. Is that what you wanted to hear from me?” I responded, rolling my eyes.
“No you don’t! It’s just us! Hell, I’m only in my singlet, and not like it leaves anything more to the imagination, it’s just a bigger piece of skin-tight fabric. Here, how about I go put on just a jockstrap too? That way it’s not just you? Will you feel better?” Daniel seemed intent on me wearing only a jockstrap, and I can’t figure out why. He’s never shown any hints of flirting with me or being gay himself, or even bi.
“Fine, I’ll only wear a jockstrap, but only if you go shower. You’ve made the entire living area of the apartment smell like a locker room.” I rolled my eyes, but I meant every word of it. As much as the smell he was creating was starting to grow on me, I’d really prefer him to shower so our home doesn’t smell like this all the time.
“Aww, okay, but only if you promise to put on the rest of what I’d set out for you.” He said, with a grin that was drenched in a cunning type of knowing.
“What do you mean? This is all there was.” I wasn’t sure if he was referring to that contraption, but that’s all I saw besides my jockstrap.
“The chastity cage, dude! Didn’t you see it? I chose it just for you.” His usual laidback demeanor had taken on an edge that was clearly planning something. I couldn’t figure out why though, so I did what I figured was for the best, and asked…
“What do you mean? Why did you get a chastity cage for me?” I could feel my heart starting to race, and my face felt flush like I was starting to blush, and I swear it felt like my cock started to twitch at the though of him locking me in a cage.
“Well, we’ve been roomies for over 2 years at this point. You’ve seen me pull bitch after bitch, fuck her, and she end up dumping me because of my personality or my insatiable sex drive. Meanwhile, you’ve only ever been on 3 dates since we’ve lived together and it’s been a few months since I’ve had a steady girlfriend. I figured we could try something out.” Daniel’s eyes were now filled with this glint of desire, almost sadistic looking, like he’d do anything to get what he wanted. Even so, he still had the laidback attitude I’ve always known him to have.
“Dude, I don’t know what you have in mind, but I’m not down.”I felt myself start to get even warmer, my heart was beating in my ears, my throat was suddenly getting dry, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. Was he seriously proposing…something? I don’t know what he had planned, but there’s no way I’d ruin a decent enough friendship and roommate situation.
“I don’t remember asking you, I was simply informing you that things will begin changing. The first thing that changes is you are going to go back to the bathroom, put on the chastity cage, and then come back in here and show me how good it looks on you.” His smirk said everything I needed to know, he was being cocky and thought he’d get anything he wanted.
“Dude, I said I’m not interested. Especially not in locking my cock up.” I turned to walk away, and as I did, I heard Daniel shift, and walk towards me. I turned to look at him, to determine how worried I should be.
Daniel drew his body close to mine as he backed me against the wall, placing his hands against the wall, one on both sides of my head. His heat was radiating, his scent was intoxicating, and I could feel my cock start to get hard. I stared at Daniel, the jock who could have any woman he wanted, yet here he was, our faces inches from one another, his body being this close suddenly made everything in me want to fall to the floor, to grovel at his feet, but I knew that wasn’t right, that something about it all seemed off. Especially with the chastity cage.
“Daniel, get out of my way. You’ve had your fun, I’m done.” I glared at him, not breaking eye contact.
“I haven’t even started having fun yet, roomie, we are only just starting,” he whispered, keeping eye contact with me. Suddenly, he leaned in, his lips near my ear, “now, when I move back, I expect you to go to the bathroom and put on the cage I laid out for you. I’m not giving you a choice in the matter.” His words were heavy, like they should be my only focus in the moment. I shook my head to try and clear my mind from the thoughts of my roommate, and his scent.
Suddenly, Daniel’s knee made contact with my junk, knocking the breath out of me. “I told you that you don’t have a choice, don’t shake your head at me,” he growled while I doubled over in pain and tried to avoid falling onto the floor. “Well, you’re almost learning what you need to be doing, but not time for you to kneel yet. Now, go get your cage on…boy.” The last word left his lips with something that sounded almost like disdain.
As he stepped back, I bolted towards my room, hoping to make it in time to close it and lock it from inside, but I wasn’t fast enough. I felt Daniel’s weight slam into me, knocking me to the floor as he tackled me. He pressed my cheek into the carpet, and I felt his cock gently pressed against my ass, held back only by a thin and tight layer of spandex. His cock was warm, I could feel it twitch against me ass as he adjusted himself to have his cock gently between my cheeks instead of against them.
“You don’t have a choice, bro. There’s no way you’re going to deny me what I want. That’s not what our relationship has been about and it won’t start now. When I get up, you’re going to go get that fucking cock locked up, and you’re going to come present yourself in front of me. Do you understand?” He pressed my head into the carpet, slightly forcing me to rub my cheek against the carpet, and I could start to feel it burn.
I didn’t respond, and I didn’t react. So he took his hands, gripped my head, and made it move as though I was nodding in agreement.
“Good boy, now go.” He hocked a loogie, and I felt it land on my ass as he stood up. Unsure of what I should do, how I could even get away, I headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
END OF PART 1
Writer’s Note: I really like the idea of building small series based upon certain themes in the images I reblog. This one, for example, will be images of wrestlers and jocks most likely. When I write a part 2, or a next part of other stories, I will try to link them so you can follow along with them.
Maintenant tu vas etre bien docile et obéir
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Enhanced Prison - Part One
Ben had fucked up badly, but the idea of spending the next thirty years in prison was unthinkable.
He sat in the bus in his orange prisoner hoodie and striped pants, his wrists cuffed to a chain around his stomach, his legs shackled, headed towards the state penitentiary. He couldn’t believe that this was real, that he was about to spend the next thirty years of his life locked up. He’d be 59 the next time he saw freedom.
As the prison came into view, he and the other prisoners all grew quiet. It looked like something out of a nightmare, surrounded by barbed wire and guards. A heavily armed guard waved the bus through as a series of gates opened and shut to let the prisoners inside.
They filed off the bus. Ben had to get used to walking in shackles, but at least they’d be coming off soon. All the prisoners were taken to what looked like an assembly room with benches. There was a podium at the front. Ben sat down with the rest of the prisoners.
The warden came out. He was a large man – large, but not fat. His arms and legs were huge, and the man barely had a neck to speak of. He looked out at the prisoners with a sinister gleam in his eye.
“Welcome, prisoners,” he said. “Each of you was selected because you have sentences of 30 or more years, but none of you committed violent crimes. Check fraud, drug trafficking, larceny. Our prisons are overcrowded, so the state is starting a new program. And you get to be our test subjects.”
The prisoners shifted. No one said anything.
“The point of prison,” the Warden said, “is to rehabilitate, not merely to punish. We have developed a program that will let you serve a significantly reduced sentence, as long as you are willing to endure some – accommodations,” he said. “Gentlemen, come with me, and I will explain further.”
The prisoners looked around at each other, confused. Still, Ben was excited to think that part of his sentence might be reduced. He was with about seven other prisoners, each wearing the orange prisoner hoodie, each in orange and white striped pants and black boots. They stayed shackled and handcuffed as they followed the Warden, and a pair of guards, each carrying a rifle in their hands, followed behind.
They walked through the prison yard and into an area that looked like it had been built recently. It had no windows, just three stories, as best as Ben could tell, and a single door in the front. The door was solid metal with a small window inside of it.
The Warden slid his ID through the slot on the side of the door, and a buzzer sounded. The door opened.
Once the doors were closed inside, it took Ben’s eyes a few minutes to adjust. There were eight tablet computers on what looked like school desks. Each prisoner sat down at a desk, and the guards and Warden went around and fastened their shackles to the desk with a padlock. The desks themselves were bolted to the floor.
“On the menu,” the Warden said. “You will see some ways that your sentence will be made more unpleasant, thus assuring that you will learn your lesson and you will never want to return to prison. For each option you select, a percentage of your sentence will be reduced. Note, however, that the percentages are not cumulative. Each option you select will take less and less from your sentence. “The guards are coming around to put some headphones and VR goggles on your heads. Watch the video. It will help you understand your choices.”
The guard came around and put some goggles over Ben’s eyes and some headphones over his ears. Everything was blacked out.
And suddenly – everything was white. The Warden stood inside the video.
“Welcome to the demonstration,” the video Warden said. “I am going to demonstrate each of your options. When the video experience is concluded, you will select on the tablet computer which options you will include to make your stay more unpleasant. The more options you select, the more unpleasant, and the shorter, your sentence will be.”
An orange-clad prisoner stepped into the frame. “Hello, Warden,” the prisoner said.
“Hello, 589,” the Warden said. “Are you ready to help with the demonstration?”
“Yes, Warden,” the prisoner said.
“First of all,” the Warden said, “no matter what you choose, being in the program at all requires you to be handcuffed and shackled at all times. There are no exceptions and it will not, by itself, take any time off your sentence.”
The prisoner had shackles on his booted ankles and his hands were cuffed. The handcuff chain was a little longer than a normal handcuff chain, giving him a little more range of motion than the normal “arrest cuffs.”
“Now, your sentence reduction options. First up, the chastity cage,” the Warden said. The prisoner dropped his pants slightly to reveal a cock encased in a steel device. “No sex, no masturbation, no touching yourself. Choose this, and your sentence is reduced to 80 percent.”
Ben was about to consider the absurdity of wearing something like that on his cock when the “80 %” showed up in black letters across the screen. That was already six years off his sentence.
“A muzzle,” the Warden said. The prisoner’s pants were back up, but his face was wrapped in a leather mask that wrapped around his head and kept his jaw. “You won’t be able to talk or eat while you’re wearing it. You’ll wear it in 7 ½ hour shifts – and each shift reduced the sentence.” A table of text appeared in black as the Warden spoke, revealing the numbers. “One shift reduces to 95 percent. Two shifts is another 95 percent, and three shifts – so basically, all the time, except when you’re eating – an additional 90 percent. All three add up to a reduction to about 81 percent.”
The prisoner’s muzzle was removed. “Hygiene Reduction Torture,” the Warden said.
“What’s that?” the Prisoner asked.
“You’ll be provided with no deodorant or soap, ever,” the Warden said. The prisoner suddenly looked filthy, hair greasy and skin covered in grime.
“Disgusting? Absolutely! And your sentence is reduced to 85 percent.”
The filthy prisoner returned back to his clean-looking self. “Adding a steel collar, which we’ll weld closed around your neck” – the collar appeared around the neck of the shackled prisoner – “is a reduction to 90 percent.” The neck collar didn’t vanish like some of the other options had. As the Warden cycled through the rest of the options, the prisoner’s collar stayed on.
“Each of you has a cell that is 10 feet by 5 feet. If you opt, instead, to sleep inside a small cage, 5 by 3 x 3, it’s reduced to 95 percent.” The prisoner stepped into a small cage, and the door closed and locked behind him.
“Sleep deprivation torture means you’ll only get to sleep five hours a night, with no naps allowed, ever, but it reduces your sentence to 90 percent. Urinal service” – the prisoner was let out of the cage, but he wore a type of gag that had a funnel at the end of it – “means that the guards piss down your throat, and your sentence is reduced to 90 percent. Punching bag torture” – the prisoner’s hands were suspended over his head – “means that for 15 to 20 minutes a day, a guard gets to use you for a punching bag!” The Warden socked the prisoner in the stomach, for effect.
“Sensory deprivation torture will gain you some quick reductions,” the Warden said. The prisoner wore a hood that completely blocked out its vision and hearing. “Like the muzzle, it’s in 7 ½ hour shifts – 90 percent, 85 percent, and 80 percent. If you take all three, you’ll get 90 minutes a day to see and hear, and your sentenced is reduced to 61 percent.”
Ben’s heart leapt. Having to be hooded all the time sounded awful, but that was almost half of his sentence if he took all three shifts.
“Leashed to the wall.” The prisoner’s hood was off, but now a chain, around 8 feet long, reached from his neck and was bolted to a length of wall that had popped up behind him. “You’ll spend 16 hours a day chained like this to a wall for a reduction to 85 percent. Kick it up to 24 hours a day, and it’s an additional 75 percent – for a total reduction to 64 percent.”
The leash and the wall disappeared. Once again the prisoner’s hands were suspended above his head. “Suspension torture,” the Warden said. “For three hours a day, you’re chained up like this. If you pick this and punching bag torture, you can do them together. This is a reduction to 85 percent.
“Electro shock torture” – the prisoner was no longer suspended, but there was something added to the steel collar, a small mechanism that stuck out – “means that you will receive 12 random shocks throughout the day. They are completely random and can come at any time.”
The Warden pressed a button, and the prisoner screamed, grabbing the collar that he couldn’t remove. The prisoner fell to his knees, but the shock ended about five seconds after it started. “This is a reduction to 85 percent.
“Hypnosis therapy,” the Warden continued, “means you’ll spend an hour a day plugged into the very device you’re wearing now.” The prisoner’s ears had headphones and his eyes were covered with the VR goggles. “You’ll learn new skills, learn to be a better person, and get a reduction to 80 percent of your sentence.
“Now, the last three options. You’re already going to be shackled and handcuffed, so why not upgrade?” The prisoner’s wrists and ankles were no longer just cuffed and ironed – instead, he wore heavy manacles and heavy shackles, adding what looked like ten extra pounds of weight. “The manacles take you to 80 percent, and the shackles to 80 percent. Do both, and you’re at 64 percent.
“The final option,” the Warden said, “is the most important one.” The prisoner vanished, leaving just the Warden. “Participation in the Enhanced Prison is entirely voluntary. You can end it at any time, and whatever time you served in the Enhanced Prison will be subtracted from your sentence. If, however, you choose to make your restrictions involuntary, meaning you cannot back out, you will earn” – the number loomed large in the video, “a 50 percent reduction in your sentence.”
The video ended. The VR goggles and headphones were removed.
“As you can see,” said the real Warden, “Enhanced Prison won’t be easy or pleasant. But try out your options and see how much your sentence can be reduced.”
Ben’s cuffs were taken off the belly chain so he could use the tablet. It was already programmed for him specifically.
Prisoner: Benjamin Howard Original Sentence: 30 Years Click each box to add or remove the Sentence Reduction Option. Leg Irons Not Optional Handcuffs Not Optional Chastity 80% Muzzle 1/3 95% Muzzle 2/3 95% Muzzle 3/3 90% Hygiene Reduction 85% Steel Collar 90% Cage Sleeping 95% Sleep Deprivation 90% Urinal Service 90% Punching Bag 90% Sensory Dep. 1/3 90% Sensory Dep. 2/3 85% Sensory Dep. 3/3 80% Leashed 2/3 85% Leashed 3/3 75% Suspension Torture 85% Electro Shock 85% Hypnosis Therapy 80% Heavy Manacles 80% Heavy Shackles 80% No Reset 50% UPDATED SENTENCE: 30 Years
What could Ben live with? He put check boxes next to chastity, steel collar, heavy manacles, and heavy shackles.
The final line revealed the updated sentence: 13 years, 10 months.
Just like that, his sentence had been cut in half. When he checked the “No Reset” option, meaning he couldn’t go back and be a regular prisoner, he was down to 6 years, 11 months.
Suddenly Ben realized that he could have some sort of future. He could get out before he was 40. He didn’t necessarily love the idea of being chained up all the time, but he already knew he was going to do it.
Already down to seven years, Ben wondered – what else could he live with? Maybe he was going about this wrong. He was in prison, for shit’s sake. It was already going to suck. Quickly he went through and added every option, just to see what would happen, and was shocked to see what his potential sentence could be.
Updated Sentence: 9 months.
He stared at that number for a long time. Each unpleasant thing he removed would add months or years to his sentence, a sentence that was already going to be fucking terrible because of the Enhancements. What could he absolutely NOT deal with?
He removed “Urinal Service.” 10 months. An extra month not to have to drink piss seemed worth it. He clicked “Sensory Deprivation” down from full time to 2/3 time. 1 year.
He sighed. He clicked off “Hygiene Reduction” and it added three months. Could he live without being clean for a year? At the end of the year, would he have wished he’d just been smelly and gross the entire time?
No. He wanted to be able to bathe. Clicking off “Electro Shock” added an extra two months. There were still lots of tortures, lots of indignities. But when he tried to click off being leashed to the wall, it added ten months back onto his sentence.
He could handle being chained to the wall. He could. He’d be clean, he wouldn’t be being shocked all the time, and he wouldn’t have to drink anyone’s piss. A year and a half instead of 30 years. He’d be chained up and muzzled the whole time, he’d sleep in a cage, he’d be hooded and tortured a whole, whole lot. But his life could go on later.
“Are you ready?” the guard asked.
Ben nodded. “Yeah, I – I think so,” he said.
The guard nodded to the Warden. “This one’s ready, Sir.”
The Warden grinned. “Good. Get him ready please, Mr Galveston. Once he’s all situated, the sentence can begin.”
* * *
Unlike the no-necked Warden, Galveston seemed kind, pleasant, almost friendly. In a different life, maybe they could have gotten along better. His hair was cut pretty short, showing lots of skin where the sides and back of his head were shaved, and he walked with a swagger and confidence that Ben, even in these circumstances, actually envied.
“Hey,” Galveston said to Ben, “you didn’t check the ‘urinal service’ one. That’s probably one of the easiest ones. It’ll take two whole months off your sentence.”
“I don’t want to drink piss,” Ben said.
“Bro,” Galveston said, smiling, “it’ll be my piss. It won’t be that bad. It’ll only be once a day. You’ve checked off so many things here that you’re basically gunna be in hell for a year. What’s one more thing? Do that and the electro shock torture and you’re talking another four months. That’s four months sooner you can get back to your life.”
They arrived in an open area with a bench built into the wall. There were no windows, but the lights here made it easy to see without being unpleasant. “All right, dude, let’s get you ready.” Galveston cuffed Ben to the bench and went to get everything ready, pulling chains and things out of the cabinets. “Okay, let’s do the chastity first.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Nah, dude. It just feels snug. The Warden had us do all this too. The ‘prisoner’ in the video you watched was actually another guard. I’ve put on and done everything you can do. That’s what I’m telling you, seriously. The shock collar’s not that bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it fucking sucks for those few seconds, but then it’s over.”
“You drank piss?”
“My own piss,” Galveston said. “You had to do everything on the list to get this assignment. Okay! Let’s get your cock locked away.”
The device went around Ben’s cock. He was surprised how hard he tried to get, all things considered. He was surprised by how much he liked having Galveston slide the device on, attaching the rings and the cage and then snapping it all into place. A well-placed rivet rendered the entire thing permanent.
“All right. So from now on you’ll have to wear snap-on clothes because you’re going to be chained up all the time.” Galveston pulled out the heavy chains Ben would be wearing continuously.
“I’m literally never taking them off? The whole time?”
“Not even once,” Galveston said. “We have to make sure they fit right, because once they’re on, they’re on. We don’t have to have you change clothes yet. Later we can just cut off the clothes you’re wearing right now.”
Still cuffed to the bench, Ben’s other restraints got removed – briefly. On went the heavy manacles, the heavy shackles, and a thick steel collar with an 8-foot chain leash around his neck. All of them were fitted with screw-locks, then sealed with a metal epoxy.
“How are you feeling?” Galveston asked.
“This is so fucked up.”
“You’ll be okay. You look good in these chains, by the way. It suits you somehow.”
“I just know I won’t spend the rest of my life in prison,” Ben said, “because I’m doing this. So whatever. What else still has to happen?”
“I still need to get your muzzle. That’s really not that bad, either. You can still grunt kind of. But … shit, man. Don’t do the sleep deprivation one.”
“Really?”
“No, dude. You’re talking over a year of getting five hours a sleep a night. Look, the piss one is the same reduction as the sleep one. Just trade them out. Three minutes of drinking my piss every once in a while in exchange for three or four hours a sleep a night. It’s a good trade.”
Ben snorted. “You really want me to drink your piss, don’t you?”
Galveston laughed. “I kinda do, man. I know you don’t believe me, but you look so fucking great in all these chains. Hey, your muzzle’s right here. You ready?”
“One more thing,” Ben said. “Are you going to be the one doing the … the … well, when I’m …”
“Am I your torturer?” Galveston finished. He patted Ben on the back. “Yeah man, I am. Your rehabilitation is going to be my full time job.”
Ben bit him lip. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t be. It’s going to suck for you. I won’t lie. But I’ll make sure you’re okay. I’m going to hurt you a lot, Ben, but I won’t damage you. You’ll come out of this okay in the end. And most importantly, you’ll come out of it a young man, not a washed-up ex-con in his 60s.”
Ben nodded. “Do the piss thing, then.”
“Alright, man! Take off the sleep torture?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll be glad. Alright then, here’s the muzzle. Once that’s on I’ll take you to the cell, and since you picked being chained to the wall all the time, we’re going to anchor it right in place. I’ll do all the torturing right there in your cell. Oh, one more thing.”
Galveston pulled out the sensory deprivation hood. “You chose to wear this two-thirds of the time. When you wake up in the morning I’ll let you pick which eight-hour period you want the hood off. But you’re going to wear it every night and half of the day, every day.”
The muzzle went around Ben’s face. A strap went between his eyes to hold it all in place, and Galveston pulled out some small locks to keep it secured. He then pulled Ben by the chain and took him through a door and up some stairs. Ben passed five cells on the way to one in the very back of a row.
“Go inside,” Galveston ordered.
Inside the cell, Ben saw a small cage where a bed should have been. There was a toilet, sink, and small shower with a drain in the floor. There was a chain and hook hanging from the middle of the room, probably for the suspension torture.
And there was a ring attached to the wall.
Galveston took out a padlock. He threaded the leash-chain into the wall ring and locked the leash in place. Then he pulled out some metal epoxy and filled the keyhole.
“Alright, dude,” he said. “I think you’re all set. I won’t put the hood on tonight or make you sleep in the cage – tonight. I think you’re going to have enough of an adjustment as it is. We’ve got over a year to make sure you’re rehabilitated.”
Ben nodded.
“One more thing,” Galveston said as he closed the door to the cell, “I picked you. The eight of us that were selected for this assignment got to pick the prisoners we wanted. My reputation is on the line. So I’m going to be completely sure, by the end of this, that you really are completely rehabilitated.
“Try to sleep, Ben. Tomorrow, we’ll really get to work.”
Don’t go anywhere...
If this ever happens to you…remember this scene is about endurance. Don’t wear yourself out early struggling. You should be able to quickly determine the futility of escape as he is applying each locked section. Struggling will only make it harder on you. Instead, focus on how nicely padded your knees are…he could have chosen not to provide that! That jacket and jeans will keep you comfortable as it’s chilly in the basement…he could have left you shivering naked. Just relax and go deep inside yourself and meditate on how damn lucky you are to have such a considerate top.
Be present in the moment - great advice for a sub
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Head Harness. A favourite of mine. This is a close up of a photo taken at the Folsom Europe Streetfair in Berlin in 2012. I was there at the time, so I remember the lovely view of the two that were standing there. We all wanted to be like them!
Great way to store a cuckold while you take thir partner partner into another room...