by Alex Jacob
Alex woke up with a sudden gasp.
He felt very fuzzy in the head…almost hungover. His body felt exhausted and his limbs were sore. He went to stand up but found himself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on his wrists and ankles. The only clothing on his body was a pair of shorts. He felt some discomfort in his private area but had no idea what it could be. Alex was starting to realize he not only didn’t know where he was…he could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to him was how ridiculously horny he felt. It was something that hit him immediately and felt distracting and frustrating.
The steel restraints on his wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Alex from the chair. As he stood up he tried to keep his balance. He looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Alex turned around and saw the door. Alex exited the room and found that he seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house. As he went downstairs he saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear smoking cigars, furries and pups, lots of fit men taking group photos in skin tight rubber suits. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. The next interesting thing Alex noticed was a calendar on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Alex thought.
Alex heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink.
“Ahhhh!!!” Alex screamed, jumping back startled.
A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at his confusion and fear. “What the fuck is going on?! What are yoy guys looking at?!” Alex yelled at them. He got no response only continued amusement and laughter.
Alex saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. His jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. He appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so….artifical looking about it to him. The scariest part though, all around Alex were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. He was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them.
“What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!”
His anger only seemed to make them happier. Alex continued yelling until he was red in the face and his vains and muscles popping our. Alex set his sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with his fists balled up. He was ready to fight. Suddenly he heard a whistle sound. He felt his entire body stiffen up. He was completely locked into his own body. A living statue. He saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching him. He had the hood and all so Alex could not see who he was. Alex was terrified. His heart raced not knowing what to expect.
The man lifted Alex like it was nothing and carried him over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The “executioner” secured Alex to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Alex could finally move again. The only issue being that he was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Alex and yanked his shorts down revealing his bare bum.
SMACK
Alex let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on his bare ass very hard.
He walked back in front of Alex and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Alex’s mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked.
“OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY.”
The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could.
“Don’t mind if I give this a try!” He said excitingly.
Smack after smack Alex yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at his ass.
All of the men cheered.
“OK ok stop hogging!” Another man protested.
The man doing the spaking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Alex’s very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Alex was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Alex was moved to the next stockade. His bare soles sticking out of the holes his angles were locked. His arms secured above his head. The whistle was blown and Alex was unfrozen.
The megaphone was picked up again.
“PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY.”
A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Alex.
The men one again circled in.
Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Alex’s soles with them. Alex could only laugh his muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through his gag any moment he was lucky to catch his breathe. His pits were very bad. One man on each side of him dug in hard.
“Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!” Alex protested through his sealed mouth.
“Sorry mate, we can’t quite understand you” one of the men said, earning some laughs.
One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Alex’s ear, nose, neck ect. Alex honestly wanted to break out and hit him…and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Alex. It was getting harder and harder to breathe woth how hard he was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through his nose at the same time. He started to actually panic that he might lose consciousness soon. Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn’t even freeze Alex in place. Alex pulled up his shorts and his eyes began to dart around looking for an exit. The executioner meanwhile wasn’t even paying attention to him, he was packing up all of the tools he had used.
“Hey! Follow us! We’re here to help!”
Alex turned to see 2 guys standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around his age, 25 or 26. Alex ran with them.
The crowd slowly walked in their direction but didn’t chase. They kept their distance quite a bit actually. The 2 guys led Alex into one of the buildings in this “town”. Inside it looked like an empty bar.
“Who are you guys? What is going on?” Alex asked.
“I’m Felix, this is my partner Oliver”.
Felix was pretty fit. He was bald and tattoo’d up with a goatee. Oliver had more of a handsome hipster vibe going. Clean cut short brown hair. Glasses. Tight clothes. They seemed very kind and approachable. Alex felt comfortable with them.
“We have no idea what is happening either. It seems like all of these people are brainwashed. We have been looking for other people who don’t seem under control. We’re lucky we stumbled upon you.” Oliver said.
“We need to get you something to eat from out stash bro!” Felix chimed in.
Felix brought out a bunch of warm food. Chicken, steamed veggies, a protein shake, apple, water bottle.
“Gotta keep your energy up man”
“Thank you” Alex said as he dug in.
Alex looked around as he ate. He noticed some pictures on the walls of the bar that made him raise an eyebrow. It looked like the remains of a burnt down building. Other pictures had ambulances and people being treated for injuries and carried out on stretchers. This all felt very familiar to him…like it was all at the tip of his tounge but he just could not get it.
Felix approached, “were going to go search for more food and possibly check other areas for more people, yoy okay staying here?”
“Uhmm..sure. yeah I guess.” Alex said.
Alex sat in silence for what felt like an hour before he heard that dreadful noise again. The whistle noise. He felt his body lock up. Two men rushed in. They were covered head to toe in skin tight red and blue rubber suits. They lifted Alex over to what looked like a pool table that had some sort of vac bed fitted onto it. Alex’s shorts were pulled off and he was layed inside the vac bed on the pool table. His legs specifically stretched to each side so a V shape was formed. He heard one of the rubber men turn on a vacuum sounding machine and soon the vac bed began to encase him completely. It was so tight that it might as well of replaced his skin. The only part open was two small holes poked where his nostrils were so he could breathe.
The blue rubber man opened up the double doors of the bar and more of the previous crowd began to filter into the room. The whistle was blown to unlock Alex’s body but it was not like it mattered. He was not going anywhere.
“STATION 2. CBT AND TIT PLAY ONLY”
The red rubber man announced from a megaphone.
A few men set a hard round ball at the end of the table and proceeded to set up their aim with the pool sticks. They were looking to take shots at Alex’s perfectly pronounced large balls.
Alex groaned in pain everytime the ball would shoot up the table and bounce back to them men off of his balls.
Other guys thought it would be fun to rub Alex’s nipples through the vac bed until they became to sentiment and unbearable to touch….and then they just kept going. When they were done they swirled ice cubes around his nipples.
“Mmmmmphhh!” Alex could only moan as protest.
When the men got bored playing pool as an excuse to target Alex’s ball sack they moved onto other ways to torment him. One man leaned over the table and began flicking Alex’s balls. Another was handed so sort of small electric wand he used to give little shocks to Alex’s testicle. The man set it right where the tip of Alex’s cockhead was. Alex squealed and tried to get no. The man grinned. He made the long anticipation torture before finally giving a nasty shot right to the tip of Alex dick. They guys all laughed when Alex yelped in pain. Finally the whistle was blown. While in his frozen state Alex felt the guys peeling him out of the vac bed. The two rubber men carried him, one holding his arms and the other his legs. They went a few buildings down.
The new building seemed to be a single floor gym. Like one yoy would find in a school. In the center was a cube with holes on each end. Alex was placed in the cube. His head popped out of the hole in the top. His head seemed to be inside of a large empty fish bowl installed at the top of the cube. His arms were stretched out and restrained sticking out of the 2 holes on the side. The rubber men left the room.
“Where the fuck are Oliver and Felix! Why are these people doing this to me!” Alex thought. His cock throbbed in the cage it was locked in. Alex could not understand how he seemed to be attempting to get hard. He was infuriated and as a straight man, he was not into anything he had been being subdued to at all. Into the gym a happy go lucky middle aged man walked in. He looked like some sort of coach. Tube socks, a hat, old letter jacket ect. Very “Ted lasso” looking. He led the group of spectators into the large gym.
“Welcome to humiliation station Boys! I already told y’all what were going to be doing with our friend here so let’s just jump right in!”
The Coach blew the whistle around his neck and a good handful of the men started to close in on Alex.
The Coach and all the men began slipping off their sneakers. Next they peeled off their socks.
“Enjoy yourself my friend, this is what happens when you find yourself stuck in my cube” the Coach said, stuffing his long tube socks into the fish bowl with Alex’s head.
“Aghhh! Let me out now!” Alex yelled.
More and more socks were being dropped into the fish bowl from the other guys. Tube socks, athletic socks, dress socks, you name it. Soon the bowl was completely filled to the brim. Alex could only breathe in the various scents.
“No point trying to turn your head in any direction. You just have to take it” The coach said.
The front of the cube had a small door. One of the guys opened it and sqeezed him self in with the lower half of Alex’s body. Another guy helped shut it. Alex could not see the man inside the box but could feel him maneuvering around to position himself behind him. The man in the box grabbed onto Alex’s underwear, twisted it around his fist and began to slowly pull it tight in the direction of the roof of the cube.
Alex yelped as he began receiving his wedgie.
“Aggh stop I swear to fucking god!”
The other men laughed and also expressed curiosity as to what the man in the cube was doing to Alex.
A new man approached the cube. He stuck both of his fingers into his mouth and swirled them around. Next the man lowered his hands into the bowl. He had to push past many socks until he found Alex’s ears. He jammed a finger into each one and began to swim them around. While this was going on the man in the cube was nearing pulling Alex’s underwear all the way to the roof of the cube.
Alex screamed. The man giving the wet willy took one hand and promptly stuffed a couple socks into Alex’s mouth before going back to playing with his ears. The man in the cube finally tapped the underwear to the roof.
“Haha Yes! Got it!” He yelled, very proud of himself. He gave Alex’s nipples both one big twist before squeezing his way out of the box.
The other man behind Alex backed off as well.
Coach blew his whistle freezing Alex again as he released Alex from his confinement cube. Alex was sat upright on the ground. Coach leaned down down fixed Alex’s mouth wide open. He stuffed his fingers in Alex’s mouth and pulled Alex’s tounge out as far as it would go. Alex felt very silly just being stuck in place sitting on the floor with his tounge out all doopy like. A chair was set right in front of him.
“Alright Nick, as the winner of our special drawing earlier you win the tounge bath of the day today. Step right on up sir!” Coach said.
A fit younge man stepped up. He was wearing tight running shoes, compression shorts, a tight workout shirt. He seemed to be a runner.
“Thanks Coach, don’t mind if I do!”
Nick sat in front of Alex. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.
“I don’t like wearing socks. Just thought I should let you know” nick said with a wink.
He kicked his sneakers off and slowly engulfed Alex’s face with his left foot starting heel and toes until it was firmly planted. He then slowly brought it down Alex’s face until it was gliding down his tounge.
Alex wanted to barf. He hated feet! Nick used his other foot to rub Alex’s chastity nub through his shorts. Alex was so disgusted yet once again confused at how much he felt himself wanting to be unlocked and shoot. How long had he bad his cock caged like this??? Coach finally told Nick his time was up. Nick slipped his shoes back on and walked back with the rest of the crowd.
Alex was surprised when Coach blew the whistle. He hopped up immediately.
“None of you freaks fucking come near me!”
Everyone just laughed and looked entertained.
“Alex! This way!” A voice from the other end of the gym said. Alex spun around and saw Oliver.
“Follow me!”
Alex ran to him and they exited the gym out of the double doors on the other end.
“Where is Felix?” Alex asked.
“He found a way out of this place. More survivors! We found a secret passage in one of the stores.”
After quite a bit of running Alex and Oliver found themselves in front of an abandoned supermarket.
“Their are a few more people I found that I promised I would come back for. Go in and go all the way to the back. You’ll see a door. When you do in you’ll be reunited with Felix and the others. I’ll be back!” Oliver said before parting ways with Alex.
Alex walked inside. It was a normal supermarket…just eerily empty. He slowly made his way through the back of the store and saw the 2 double doors. He pushed both open.
“Huh…?” Alex looked around. A completely empty room other than a few large wooden crates. The only peculiar part of the room was the entire wall on the opposite end seemed to be a curtain. Like one at a Broadway stage show.
Slowly he kept walking forward.
“H..hello? Is anybody here??? Felix?!”
“Ahhh!” Alex screamed as all 3 crates flew open.
The executioner, the red rubber man, and the Coach all popped out of them.
Alex went to run through the doors he came in but the blue rubber man emerged.
Alex slowly backed up as then men slowly kept creeping towards him.
“Stop! Get back! I swear I will hurt you guys if you touch me!”
The men were only inches from Alex before a frightened Alex fell backthrough the curtain on the other end of the room.
Clapping. Lots and lots or loud clapping. Bright stage lights were fixed on him. Alex sat on the ground of the stage he found himself on. He was facing an auditorium full of 50 or more people. All clapping and whistling like the just witnessed a great show.
Alex was like a deer in headlights. He had never been so confused. The curtain behind him raised and his four attackers all walked out hand in hand. They raised their hands in the air together as the cheers got louder before letting them down and giving a bow for the audience. A man walked onto the stage from the side with a headset microphone on.He seemed to be middle aged. Bright white smile. Slick dark hair. Very handsome. “Let’s give it up one more time for our performers! Owen the executioner!”
The executioner took off his mask. He was an older bear type. He looked very friendly and approachable which surprised Alex. The others hugged and patted him on the back.
“Our rubber men Felix and Oliver!”
The rubber men removed their masks. Alex was in shock and felt very betrayed. They hugged each other as their peers cheered them on. “And lastly Brian! Or as you all knew him…Coach!”
Lots of cheering and whistles from the audience. He his fived all of his on stage partners.
Alex was so overwhelmed and confused he had no time to react. The guys on stage grabbed him from behind and held him in place.
A very built man with the words “Security” written on the back and front of his shirt brought out a metal restraint chair. It was just like the one Alex had woken up in earlier in the day. The guys secured him to the chair and all exited the stage except for the man with speaking on the mic.
“And now for the final event of the day! But first let’s give our poor friend Alex a refreshed here on what has been going on.”
He wheeled out a large tv. Alex couldn’t help but notice a key around the man’s neck. Could that be the key to my chastity cage? He thought.
The man dimmed the lights and played the video he had on screen.
The video shows several men escaping from a burning building that is falling apart. Another scene shows many men in distress some are getting help from medics and being treated for injuries and burns. It cuts to a mugshot on screen of Alex. A voice over begins. “Alex Payne arrested and convicted for the arson, destructions of property, and the attempted endangerment of many innocent civilians at the ‘White bear’ gay club. Alex was captured after being shown on surveillance camera torching the building with many still inside. During his trial he begged the judge for any other sentence other than prison. “We’ve linked you to man other arson incedents. You’re a serial arsonist and a danger to society. You also made a choice to torch a ga club specifically which you admitted was a targeted choice during the trial” The judge said. The judge had a very surprising offer….Alex would become the first attraction at the new “Justice Park”. A creative and alternative format of sentencing to prison or probation. At the justice park, spectators can pay to watch or participate in serving justice upon criminals deemed lucky…or unlucky enough to be selected. The justice will come in the form of many different kinks which will be facilitated by actors/experts in said kinks. Alex not only agreed, but PLEADED to be accepted into this program. The justice park will tailor make a punishment that they find fitting.” The next portion of the video showed Alex being sat down in the room he woke up in. He was in the same metal chair he was bolted to right now. A middle aged man came in. He wore a badge around his neck indicating he worked at the park. His gray shirt had a large black swirl on it. He was very enthusiastic as he spoke. “Hello Alex! My name is Mr.Mind. I’m a trained hypnotist for 20 years now. So I understand you chose to sign up for this program as part of a court order…well no worries I’m not here to judge. Just want to make sure everything runs smoothly for me, you, and everyone else involved.” He said with a gentle smile, putting his hand on Alex’s knee as if to comfort him. “Have you ever been hypnotized Alex?” “N…no sir..” “OK that’s fine. Don’t worry I will guide you through it. I want you to relax and completely focus on my voice and only my voice. When I tap your forehead everything I say you will follow. Anything I tell you to feel you will feel.” Alex already found himself feeling very sleepy as he sat with his eyes shut. Mr.Mind gave his forehead a tap. Alex suddenly got lost in his voice. “Now I understand you are straight. When you are here in the grounds of the park though you will feel turned on by the site of any guys you see, you will feel turned on by their touch, no matter how much it angers or disgusts you, your dick will still find itself becoming very hard..Very aroused even if the rest of you hates it. The next trigger I’m going to instill in you is a freeze command.” Alex heard Mr.Mind blow a whistle. “When you hear this whistle blow you will find yourself completely frozen in place like a statue. You will still be able to see, hear, taste, and feel but you won’t be able to move, make noise, or speak in anyway. You will be stiff and ridged. The only thing that can bring you out of this frozen state is hearing the whistle again. It can freeze and unfreeze you. To my understanding they have set up a series of stations for you. One run by a different actor. A tickling & spanking station, a cbt station, a foot & humiliation station, and an edging-cumcontrol station. At the end of each day you will be meeting back in this room with me and I will be wiping your mind. When I snap my fingers you will forget everything that happened each day. You will know something happened and you will feel all of the affects but you will not know exactly what until the end of each day where it is all explained to you all over again. With each passing day you will also only become more and more horny. We will be keeping you locked in a chastity cage. The last station of each day is the edging one where you will be unlocked and edged to the brink…but you will not cum and you will be relocked by the end. So Alex….were going to start our first day.”
Mr.Mind walked to the door of the room. He gave a snap of his fingers before the door closed completely.
Alex noticed on the screen the date of the tape recording was 10/1. He was horrified. What on earth did he agree to. Everyday facing the worst tickling, spanking, ball torment, feet…being edged to the brink everyday only to end up locked. And then it all resets…with him only getting more worn out, horny and frustrated.
The tape was shut off and the TV wheeled out.
The man with the headset turned and smiled triumphantly at Alex.
“Now for the final station of the day which is mine. The edging station! As those of you who are regulars know…I have been keeping our friend Alex on edge everyday this whole month for what I like to call “Locktober”” he said with a wink.
“Being that it is the final day, we arranged today to end in a special way. We are finally gonna let Alex cum! But don’t worry…this won’t really be for his enjoyment, and you’ll see what I mean soon…”
The man pulled up a small stool and set it between Alex’s legs and proceeded to pull down his shorts. He took the key from around his neck and unlocked Alex’s chastity device. Alex saw his name tag just read “Mr.Hands”.
Alex’s cock imminently sprung up rock hard. A string of pre-cum went from the tip right to the seat of the chair. “Incredible..” said Mr.Hands.
Alex noticed that his dick was being projected onto a big screen above them so the audience had a close up.
Mr.Hands began a slow stroke of his shift.
“Close…close…” Alex said.
“We have to be extra careful…we have a whole month’s worth of cum in here” said Mr.Hand.
His hands were so soft and slick.
He began to focus on the head with one hand while slowly stroking the shift with the other. Alex began to squirm in his seat. His cockhead was far to sensitive. When Mr.Habd stopped and very small stream of precum spilled out.
Mr.Hand caught it in his palm.
“Perfect…more lube.”
He continued to edge the hard cock. Occasionally focusing just on the head.
“Please let me cum. I want this to be over so bad! I can’t go another day without shooting. I can feel it! It’s physically impossible!”
Alex heard the audience chuckling as he started to form actual tears in his eyes.
“No can do sir” Mr.Hands replied with a cocky smirk.
The edging proceeded. You could tell just how well Mr.Hands had gotten to know Alex’s cock over the month. Sometimes he knew right when to stop before Alex had even opened his mouth to beg to shoot.
The edging went on for exactly an hour. Alex went from more desperate please to shoot to basically speaking gibberish.
“OK Alex. You are free to cum whenever you would like. Those of you in the audience you bought the all access tickets please form a line at the side of the stage” Mr.Hands said calmly.
Alex was confused. Why would a couple dozen audience members be lining up? He saw as they got out of their seats grinning and rubbing their hands together. They looked so excited.
Mr.Hands started very slow and proceeded to pick up the pace stroking the shaft up to the head. He used his other hands to cup the balls and pull them outward. “Ahhhhh! Fuck ahhhh!”
Alex practically passed cum. He erupted into an almost violent orgasm. His cum flew all over Mr.Handa outfit. It looked like he had been sprayed a few times by a bottle of milk. Alex’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His legs shook. It was like he was having an out of body experience or an exorcism. The cum just kept flying and Mr.Hands just kept stroking.
“Absolutely fucking incredible. Just amazing. All of my hard work had definetly payed off. This was very much worth the wait” Mr.Hands said as he continued to stroke the remaining cum that was not starting to slow down to just a few spurts.
The audience erupted into cheering. A standing ovation.
Then….Alex’s heart sank.
Mr.Hands pulled out a whistle from his pocket and gave it a blow.
Alex found himself frozen.
“Even if you weren’t bound right now you couldn’t stop what is about to happen to you right now.” He said. “All right boys, remember, 1 minuet each.”
The first guy in line sped walk over. He didn’t want to waste any of his time. He lubed his hands and began stroking and polishing Alex’s cockhead. If Alex could have screamed he would have probably destroyed their eardrums or shattered his vocal cords.
“I know you are just going nuts in there aren’t you? I bet you wanna hurt me so bad?” The man said with a devilish smirk and he stared Alex right in the eyes, continuing to polish his knob.
The man moved on and another man very quickly picked up where he left off. They didn’t even want him to have a few seconds of a break. The man slowly and repeatedly glided his palm over Alex’s cockead.
“This was so fucking worth it. I am so glad I came” He said.
He moved on and another man stepped in and took his place.
Alex felt like he was gonna pass out but his body wouldn’t let him. Not being able to even squirm intensified the experience because it was all his body could focus on.
Alex began to pass because the sensitivity had became to much for him….yet the guy just kept polishing him through it. He chuckled as he rubbed the head through little sprays or pee.
Alex’s stomach turned as he saw their were over 20 people eagerly waiting in line.
Eventually it was all over. Alex sat very still in his chair. Tears had streamed down his face but otherwise he looked completely peaceful. You wouldn’t think internally his nerves were shot and he had just experienced the overwhelming sensations he had.
Four men who all had “Security” on their shirts lifted his chair and began to walk him back to the house he had woken up in.
Mr.Mind walked in with a freshly cleaed chastity device and locked his dick up. The security exited the room so Mr.Mind could begin his mind wipe induction for the next day.
One of the security walked to the calender and used a black marker in his pocket to X out the October 31st date. He flipped the calender to the next month.
“So what is next for him?” One of the other security asked.
“Well this was locktober. Next ‘no nut November’ then ‘denial December’ ect. Yoy get the idea right?”
The 2 guards chuckled.
“Damn…I think I might feel just slightly sorry for him.”
“Nahh..getting off way easy for what he did…wayyyy easy. Let’s be real.”
“Well tomorrow is a whole new day for him, and that whole new day will be everyday hahaha. Great work today guys. Let’s close up the park. With the popularity that has come from this one inmate…err..attraction, the Justice Park will be able to grow with many more criminals for people to come see.”
With that, Locktober was over for Alex. But his new reality in the justice park was just beginning.
How long will he be there? Will he be able to handle all of these torments each day? Was this all a nightmare?
The parks could care less how he felt about it. He agreed to it. All they want to know now is…
Who will be buying tickets to the justice park?
Author note: Hope you all enjoy! This story was inspired by a ‘Black Mirror’ episode called “White Bear”. I put a kinky twist on it though 😉 Thought I would do a darker story for Halloween season
