Domec had been in the detention block before on occasion, to perform maintenance and repairs, but this was his first time being escorted to a cell...

It wasn't anything too major, a few of the recent food supply shipments coming up a few items short. A couple missing snacks here and there. Suspicion soon fell upon the cruiser's handyman, who was also often tasked with working in the kitchen. There wasn't much of a trial, simply a couple of the lower-ranking officers and a couple of the other grunts approaching him and pulling him aside. Domec watched sheepishly as he was shown the security recording of him helping himself to a couple of the protein bars as he was putting the food away in the storage room, and another recording of him assembling a sandwich for himself while nobody was watching, being rather generous with the filling. His facial expression betrayed his guilt, and no deliberation was necessary.

"Looks like we found the supply issue", the sergeant said, giving a teasing poke to the chubby handyman's belly. "It seems we have a thief on our hands..."
The corporal, equally nonchalant about the whole affair, tapped on his computer tablet before speaking, "perhaps our pudgy friend spending a couple days in detention will set him straight... and give us time to get the next supply shipment put away without anything going missing."

Domec quickly found himself given a quick pat-down before being stripped of his clothes, having shackles and a collar placed on him, and then a harness, and finally, the distinctive orange briefs that passed for an inmate's uniform, good for hiding little more than a prisoner's private parts and rear end. His hands were put behind his back, and he felt the cuffs lock together as well as locking to the harness, keeping his hands immobilized behind him as he was walked down the hall, each step of his bare feet reminding him just how cold the metal flooring of the starcruiser's hallways could get. He felt a wave of nervousness and embarrassment rush through him as the reinforced door to the detention block slid open, and he was paraded past a few of the other cells, before reaching what would be his living quarters for the next few days.

The door to the cell slid open, and he felt a firm hand on his shoulders as the magnetic binding between his wrist shackles was disengaged, before being given a stern and forceful yet gentle shove into his cell. As he stumbled into the small cell, not much larger than some of the broom closets aboard the ship, the door slid shut behind him and locked with a metallic thud.

Domec grumbled as he plopped his round bottom down on the bunk, knowing that he'd probably be put to work scrubbing the detention block top to bottom as part of his punishment, a task not too different from his usual janitorial and handyman duties, but one that would be made all the more embarrassing by being performed while in these restraints and under the watchful eye of a security guard and whoever else was spending their leave in the brig. He didn't have much space to move around, aside from the bunk and the commode and sink there wasn't much in the bland cell to entertain himself with, either...

He whimpered a bit as he fussed with his wrist shackles, feeling the weight of them around his wrists, before trying to adjust his collar, which was tight around his neck but not uncomfortably so. His harness gave a constant firm pressure on his chest and made it ever so slightly awkward to move, and while he was no stranger to wandering around his quarters wearing nothing but his underwear, the pair he was wearing felt a size too small for his wide buttocks and hips.

He sighed again as he laid down on the bunk, covering himself with the provided blanket and turning over to face the wall... If this was the punishment for sneaking some extra food for himself, the "threat" of doing this all over again wasn't going to stop him. As he drifted to sleep, his mind wandered to the muzzle he'd seen in the corporal's hand, and he wondered just how much back-talk he might have been able to get away with before he would find himself wearing it...

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For quite some time, I've been thinking that the normally very shy and reserved Domec Domitius would have a bit of a bondage and embarrassment kink, and finally decided to explore it a bit. A friend of mine was offering requests as a means of getting examples for commissions and I was able to snag a slot so I requested Domec in the Space Jail gear (they gave it the Forbidden Red Border Rating of Adults Only but I think it's super tame and just Mature at worst), but decided I wanted to take a shot at a quick drawing of Domec in restraints as well while I was waiting--nothing too high-effort, but just enough to decide if I really liked this for him or not.

The story I included sorta wrote itself, I'm not much of a writer but I wanted to give typing it out a shot. I feel satisfied with it, could probably use some polishing, but overall I think it manages to provide a fairly mild and slightly positive account of Domec discovering something about himself, or getting to indulge in something he may have been curious about for some time.

I feel like this needs to be said, since I'm sure I'm not the only one... Being mild with your kinks is valid, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Sometimes you just want to wade in the Fetish Pool, not everyone is ready to dive into the deep end, or interested in doing so. That's where I am with a lot of things, honestly, just dipping my toes in to test the waters, or calmly wading in the shallow end where I'm comfortable.