Barbfanatic

Perhaps it was because he’d been distracted navigating the airport, or because he was so used to the freedom of going commando. Either way, Ivan hadn’t noticed the tear in the crotch of his pants that had grown, through successive rounds of manspreading, to a gaping hole. And, as he scrolled through a kink site while he waited for a cab, he didn’t notice that his throbbing hard-on was restrained in his pants by a dangerously fragile strip of fabric. So he didn’t realize anything was amiss until he stood up with his typical cocky assertiveness, only to feel the disorienting sensation of cool air over the full length of his erection as it slipped free to dangle, fully exposed, in the middle of the crowded station. The initial gasp of other travelers promptly gave way to uproarious laughter, and in his humiliated panic Ivan stumbled over his duffel bag, landing cock-upward with an emasculating yelp as an audience quickly gathered to gawk and snap photographs. His phone went sliding across the floor, landing at the feet of two young backpacking buddies, whose eyes widened as they picked it up and gained an instant peek into Ivan’s pornographic interests. “Holy shit dude no wonder he’s thrown a boner, check out what this asshole was looking at!” Abandoning his dignity, Ivan lurched awkwardly to his feet, trying in vain to cover his bobbing erection with his left hand as he rushed to grab back his phone with his right: “Give it back you little shits, that’s fucking private!” He had nearly reached them when his progress was halted by a firm hand on his extended arm, followed by another that, to his horror, pulled back his other arm, once again exposing his penis for all to see. He flailed in vain but quickly found himself in the unfamiliar position of being overpowered by a stronger man. “Sir. SIR. You’ve indecently exposed yourself. You are under arrest. You’ll be coming with me.” Ivan screamed in protest as the cop began to lead him toward security and he felt himself buffeted by another wave of camera flashes. The cop paused: “Clear the area thanks, nothing to see here. Paying attention to this sort only gives him what he wants.” And, as if in humiliating agreement, Ivan’s cock continued twitching as the cop dragged him onward.

As soon as you are convicted and sentenced you give up your life as a free man. They strip you of your suit, your tie, your shoes and socks and make you wear a humiliating uniform with sandals on your bare feet. They also fit you out with chains to stop you from escaping and remind you of your lost freedom with every step. The sight of your striped garb, your restraints and your toes poking through your bright orange footwear clearly marks you as a criminal for all to see.