The Prison - Cap 3 (Patreon)

I restrained myself from just staring at the rookie trying to stretch the straitjacket to escape, that it's impossible for a person to escape once they're dressed in it.

soon the rookie collapsed from exhaustion.

His feet were restricted to a steel cable in case he wanted to kick or do inappropriate things.

- A month is a reasonable amount of time. - I spoke.

Soon the rookie looked at me and realized my prison attire was more severe than his and gaped.

- I want to get out of here. -he spoke loudly until he screamed briefly.

- Shut up because if you don't they'll gag us. - I complained.
- Cum! You must be one of those who enter the Society without reading between the lines of the contract.
- I thought it was a joke. he replied.
- All rookie volunteers think like that until they see that prisons are real.
- A month is too much. Still stay like this.
- There will be breaks, don't worry. It will be well fed and taken care of.
After a few minutes the rookie calmed down and it was noticeable that he was excited.
That delicious feeling that I've been addicted to for years, now I see that another future friend will be addicted to the bondage style of living.

- My name is Kwesny. - I introduced myself.

- I'm Dillan. - said the newbie