Bondage Fantasy World 1 - 4

Bondage Fantasy World

By Mister-X / Spartan  @ MetalbondNYC

Part 1

The ad intrigued me.  “Spend your vacation living your bondage fantasies at our secluded location.  Packages available for two weeks, a month, three months, six months and a year.  Program tailored to your specific desires.  Passport required, as our location is in Guatemala.  If interested, request our application form.”  An e-mail address was given.

This sounded like just what I was looking for.  I’d been having a grueling time at work, and really needed a vacation to get my mind off work.  The overtime had put a severe crimp in my sex life.  I was single, gay, and heavily into the leather bondage scene.  The project I’d been working on was nearing  completion, making its deadline.  My boss could see that I needed a break, and told me to take a month paid vacation.  Oh, did I need that vacation.  I sent off the e-mail to the address given, and the next day the application form arrived.

I was surprised at how detailed it was.  There were various package deals, or lots of options, depending on the type of scene desired.  Did I like rubber, leather, metal, how tight did I like it – there were lots of questions about materials.  Did I like hands bound in front or back, ankles bound, knees bound, blindfolds, hoods full or partial, full body coverage.  Did I like to have associated pain, tit torture, cock and ball torture, and if so, clothes pins, clamps, intense clamps, needles, what level did I want.  Did I want to be gagged, and if so, what type did I want, rubber ball, and if so, what size, plug, and if so, what size, filthy rag or jock covered with duct tape, or rope.  Did I want my breath temporarily cut off or restricted, and if so, how.  Did I like to be choked, or hung by my neck.  Did I like to be suspended, and if so, upright or inverted.  Did I want to be put in chastity, and if so, relieved at what time level.  Did I want a butt plug, what material, what size.  Did I want to be humiliated, with a list of various ways.  Did I want to be treated like a military recruit, ordered around, or to be a slave or a master, or to be a prisoner.  Did I want to be jacked off while bound.  How often.  Did I want to be fucked while bound.  Mouth or butt.  How often.  The list went on and on.  

There was even an option to be kidnapped as part of being taken to the facility, with an extra charge for this.  As I was reading it, I was envisioning living my bondage fantasies, and my cock was getting hard.  I realized I was going to have to put some thought into my answers, and since I had to go to work early the next day, I put off answering until later.

During work, I kept thinking about the application.  I realized I was going to have to answer it soon, not only because the time was getting short, but because I needed to quit thinking about it and concentrate on work.  So I decided to take care of answering it that evening.

Work that day was particularly frustrating, and when I got home I needed a drink to relax me.  But the thought of that questionnaire got me excited again, so I needed another drink to relax me.  As I started looking at that complicated form and the implications, I needed another drink to relax me.  I don’t know how many drinks I had, but after a while I felt like superman, and really wanted to be put through the ringer when I got there for my bondage fantasy.

I finally decided to just opt for the bound prisoner package with maximum bondage for a month, maximum possible punishment, with them testing me for likes and dislikes.  When they asked for my size, they recommended that I get a measuring tape to measure each part of my body, with no slack.  Not having a measuring tape, I got a piece of rope and would pull it as tight as I could over my relaxed body, and measure that length.  I even relaxed my neck consciously and looked down when I took that measurement.   I wanted to be put into extra tight bondage.  I was still sober enough to answer the factual questions at the end, giving my health insurer and next of kin, but drunk enough not to pay attention to why that was asked.  Finished, I set the alarm and went to bed.  The long work hours made it difficult for me to work it in, but after having left the military, I still continued my morning vigorous exercises.  I knew that I needed to stay in top physical condition to keep up my grueling work schedule.

The form required that it be signed in front of a notary, though the form was marked “confidential” so that the notary would not see the contents.  I took care of that at work the next day.  I mailed it in with a check for the fee, which was substantial, without bothering to review it to see what I’d opted for.  I needed to concentrate on work.  Several days later, when I checked my e-mails at home, there was a copy of the completed form for me to download, detailing what was in store for me during my stay, with instructions which included an airline reservation and what to bring, as well as the usual welcome words.  I just downloaded the copy without bothering to read it, putting it aside to get to later when I was ready to begin my vacation.

When the project was completed and I was able to start my vacation, I only had a little time to get things organized to prepare for being gone a month.  I quickly reviewed their instruction on what to bring, which wasn’t much, packed, and drove to the airport to catch the flight, prepaying for parking.  There was a direct flight from the Los Angeles area where I lived to Guatemala.  On the flight down, I finally pulled out the form and started reviewing what I had opted to be put through.  I was horrified!  I had not realized what I had done.  I had even checked the box saying that they were to ignore any pleas of mine to ease off once I got there, so my instructions to them were to dutifully put me through what I had said I wanted done to me.  Yikes!  My cock was getting hard at the thought of what lay ahead.  When I realized this, I started thinking that maybe this was what I needed.  But then I reviewed the list again, and couldn’t believe what lay ahead.  It was too late now to back off.  I was arriving with no extra money or credit cards, as instructed, so I had no choice.  I thought I’d try to explain to the people when I arrived that this wasn’t really what I wanted.

As the meal was being served on the plane, I started wondering who of my fellow passengers was also opting for this type of vacation.  I started noticing the others on the plane, and tried to guess who else was going.  This little game occupied my mind until we started our landing.

I was instructed to bring a carry on with no luggage, and as I got into the airport, to look for a man holding up a sign with my name on it.  I spotted him and introduced myself, we shook hands, he told me to follow him, and we went to a waiting van.  I realized this was not the person to explain the details of my package to.  The airport had been air conditioned, but when we got outside it was like stepping into a humid oven.  The windows of the van were blacked out.  I was led inside to a seat.  I was instructed to put my hands through strap loops which were attached to the seat’s arms, and the assistant pulled them tight.  He did the same for my ankles, and strapped a seat belt on around my waist.  Soon a few other passengers from the flight joined me, and were likewise secured in their seats.  I was able to verify my guesses.  There were only men, no women.  As we were leaving, I thought, “here goes”.

A man alongside the driver looked back and on a loudspeaker, said, “Welcome to your bondage fantasy.  The facility is located a couple of hours away.  We will be stopping at a location in a few miles to get you suitably attired for the ride to the facility.  We want your bondage fantasy to begin as soon as possible.  Each of you has opted for something different.  When you arrive, stay in your seat until you are released to enter our changing area.  At that time, take whatever you brought with you and depart the van.  Your personal items will be kept at this location until your return from your vacation.  After you have been suitably prepared for the trip to the facility, you will be returned to this van.”

The van was not air conditioned, and we were soon sweating, which was difficult to deal with as our hands were restrained.  After a few miles, we pulled up to a garage.  After the door was opened, the van drove inside and the garage door was closed.  Mine was the first name called, and after I was released, I apprehensively got up, picked up my carry-on bag, and walked out.  I saw the man alongside the driver look at his form, then look up at me, and heard him snicker when I walked by.  When I exited the van, there were a couple of well-built hunks to greet me.  They were dressed in black uniforms identifying them as belonging to a maximum security prison.  I was ordered to put my hands behind my back, and a pair of handcuffs were ratcheted on.  They put extra effort into ratcheting them as tight as they could.  I knew that these would soon cut off my circulation, but figured it was just for a short time and for effect.

One of the uniforms barked at me, “You are prisoner 08641, and will be addressed by this number at your stay here.  You are to keep silent unless spoken to.  You will always answer promptly, and start and end your answers with ‘Sir’.  Any violation will be dealt with severely.  Do you understand?”

I was planning to start to explain my predicament, but didn’t have a chance.  This was all happening so fast that I didn’t answer promptly.  The other uniform kicked me in the nuts with the toe of his boot, which felt like it was metal, as the first uniform barked louder, “Prisoner 08641, you were asked a question!  Do you understand?”

Trying to recover from the pain, I answered, “Sir, yes sir.”

“Louder.  I didn’t hear you.”

I barked back, “Sir, yes sir!”

“You have one demerit for not answering promptly.  Now come this way to be outfitted as required.”

One of the uniforms picked up my carry-on, and started barking out military commands.  First was “Atten-shun!”  After one of the uniforms inspected me, they continued with “Forward march.  Your left, your left, your left, your right, your left.”  He would yell this into my ear.  It was as if I were back at Marine boot camp again.  When we got to a small cell, it was “Company halt.”  I was locked inside the cell, along with another guy dressed in one of those uniforms.  Since I had been ordered to keep silent, I figured this was not the time to explain, either.

I was stripped of my clothes.  I had been told to wear an old shirt on the plane with no undershirt, and my shirt was cut off, as the handcuffs were kept on me.  Soon I was naked.  My clothes and belongings I’d brought were put into a bag and taken away.  Some gear was left outside the cell door, and one by one, another guy outside would hand an item to the guy inside to put on me.  The outside guy barked “you are to remain at attention while being suitably attired”.

First was the chastity, which was locked on me.  They had to apply an ice cube to get my cock deflated before it would fit.  The chastity device had different sized rings.  They used the tightest one.  It was quite uncomfortable.  After it was on I started to get hard, and soon noticed spikes on the inside at sides and the tip, and remembered that this was part of the package.  They’d just started, and I was already in pain.

I was ordered to bend over while a large metal butt plug was worked into my ass.  It managed to reach my prostate, and I again started to get hard, which only resulted in noticing the spikes some more.  A double belt was put on to keep both in place, one around my stomach and one from the back, under my butt, and over my penis to connect to the stomach belt.  I was ordered back to attention.  Thick, heavy metal ankle cuffs were locked over my ankles.  They had short rings on the sides facing each other, as well as about a foot long chain between.  A padlock was put through the rings locking my ankles together.

Next piece of gear applied was clamps on my tits.  I’d had tit clamps on before, but nothing like these.  They had extra strong springs, like binder clips.  I let out a yell when each was placed.  The guy outside in the uniform barked out, “That’s another demerit.  You are to remain silent.”  I clamped my mouth shut and kept it shut, screwing up my face from the pain.

Next was a gag to put in my mouth.  This was a large, long leather plug gag.  I unclamped my mouth for it to fit, as I didn’t want another demerit.  It went past my epiglottis, touching it, which caused me to gag a little.  The guy waited for me to settle down before continuing to push this in.  Finally it was strapped behind me.  That huge plug was a mouthful.  Then a blindfold was placed over my eyes.  It was effective enough that I couldn’t see.

I thought this finished it, but I was wrong.  He brought a thick metal collar and ratcheted this on.  It took some effort to get it on.  It was quite tight, and I started feeling a little woozy.  I started regretting my way of telling them my sizes.  This collar apparently had a ring at the back, because he brought out a metal pole which he put through the rings at the back of the waist belt and at the back of the collar, extending down further from the waist belt.  This forced my head back and my upper body to be rigid.   My poor penis was straining to get erect, which caused the spikes to dig deeper.  But I knew better than to make any sound, as if that massive plug gag would let any sound out.  One hand cuff was removed, the connecting chain was wrapped around the pole below the waist belt, and the cuff reattached.  The chain was moved down as far as it would go on the pole, stretching my arms to the limit, and the pole was pushed up until that chain was at the bottom of the pole.  There was something at the bottom of the pole which the cuffs were attached to, since I heard a click.  I now couldn’t move anything on my upper body.

The cell door was opened, the padlock was taken off my ankle cuffs, and I was shuffled out.  The foot long chain didn’t allow me to take long steps.  The two uniforms marched me back to the van.  Before entering it, one of them barked, “Prisoner 08641, you have accumulated two demerits.  These will be harshly dealt with in the future.  But initially, you will be taken to your cell at our maximum security facility restrained as you are and left to adjust.”

That said, they led me into the van to my seat.  The pole was fastened to the seat, and a padlock was put through the two rings attached to my ankle cuffs.  I heard a few gasps as others who could see were able to see me.  I must have been quite a sight.  I bet some of them started getting hard at the sight of me, and some probably regretted not having opted for my treatment.  But I was regretting having opted for it, as my body was aching, particularly my poor penis, which so badly wanted to get hard, but was being punished for attempting to.  I remembered that the form said they would test me, and wondered what lay ahead.  I figured that would be the time to explain.  All I could do was sit back and try to enjoy the ride.  That pole certainly didn’t make it easy.  After I was seated and secured, the two uniforms took the seats behind me, and the van started leaving.  I had been the first to leave it, and the last to board.  Apparently, no one else required as much gear put on them as I did.

It must have taken a couple of hours to get to the facility.  When we arrived, my body was racked with pain.  My muscles were not used to being locked in a position for that long, let alone the positions they were in.  The fingers in my hands had long since gone numb from the tight cuffs.  Sweat had been pouring from me in that heat, which I couldn’t deal with as my hands were restrained.  The uniforms behind me were conversing amongst themselves in Spanish, apparently about me, as I would feel them touching me in places, say something, and laugh.  I wondered what lay ahead.  The guy next to the driver announced that one prisoner would be let out here at the maximum security facility, and then the van would move on to their other facility so the remaining guests could enjoy their vacation.

The padlock was removed from my ankle cuffs and my pole detached from the seat.  I was led off the van by the uniforms.  It felt good to be able to walk again.  Once again I was marched into the facility to military commands.  Periodically I would be stopped, and I could hear metal doors being slid open in front of me, and after marching a few steps, being slid closed behind me.  I figured this had to have been an abandoned high-security prison, or one which was in use which had this extra use to bring in additional income, or one which was built at great expense for just this use.  The middle one seemed most likely.  If so, I thought this was clever on their part.

I was led into a room and had the pole secured to the wall.  All of us waited for a few minutes.  Then another guy entered the room, and I heard the uniforms click their heels and apparently salute, and then leave the room.  The new guy started speaking.

“Prisoner 08641, I am the commandant of Guatemala’s maximum security prison.  You have opted to spend a month here, have paid well for this, and have given us permission to do to you whatever we wish.  We appreciate the money you have paid, as it allows us to help pay our expenses, and we appreciate your allowing us to punish you, to torture you, as severely as we wish.  But understand, just because you are a paid volunteer, you will be treated no differently than any of the other prisoners who have been sentenced here.  None of the guards will know that you are a volunteer.  I repeat, none of the guards know that you are a volunteer.

This prison is different from what you know about in your country.  In the United States they have a prohibition against cruel and unusual punishment.  Here we have no such prohibition.  In fact, we aim to achieve cruel and unusual punishment.  You will be tortured.  This ends the part of my presentation which is different for you.  The rest of my presentation is the normal one that I give for any prisoner.

As a prisoner of this facility, you have no rights.  You will be kept bound and gagged at all times, except for the gag being removed for the morning feeding.  Your hands and arms will no longer be of use to you, except as a possible means of torturing you.  You are to keep silent at all times, unless you are asked to respond, which will probably not ever happen.  If you make a sound when not asked to respond, it will be a demerit.  All demerits are dealt with extremely harsh punishment.

Our objective is to take away your will and make you comply with everything willingly; in effect, to break you.  We have an excellent record of achieving this, and expect to do the same with you.  Our way is to test you to find out what you like and what you fear, focusing on giving you your worst fears.  You are here to be punished.  The guards have full authority to do what they wish to you.  If you believe you are being treated unfairly, it’s because you are.  I’m sure you’ve heard stories about being beaten or raped in prison.  Expect that.  How often depends on your reactions to it.  Always remember, you are here to be punished.  When you willingly accept this punishment of your deepest fears, then you will be treated less harshly.  Until then, this will be your worst nightmare.

Some of the punishment we give will be extreme.  Some prisoners have died from it.  We try not to have that happen, but if it does, it is of no concern to us.  To us you are only an object of administering punishment and testing our experiments of what works and what doesn’t, so we can continue our excellent record.”

Having finished, he opened the door and called the uniforms back in.  Apparently these were two of the guards.  I was removed and continued to be marched down the hall.  I had a lot to think about.  I wasn’t expecting to be broken.  That wasn’t what I was paying big money for.  This was turning into something different from my bondage fantasy.

I was brought to a spot and stopped.  A guard opened a cell door and I was marched inside and pushed down onto a bed.  I heard a uniform bark out, “Prisoner 08641, this is your cell.  You have one cell mate.   You will be kept here when you are not being punished.  You are considered to be a maximum security prisoner, as are the other prisoners here, and will be given the harshest punishment we are able to give.  Our job is to try to break you.  Always remember that you are being punished.  A guard will be by to feed and empty you every morning.  That will be the only time.  You will have to learn to wait.  If your bladder or bowels empty before then, that will be another demerit.  You do not want to have demerits, as they result in harsh punishment.”  A padlock was locked to my ankles again, preventing ne from walking, and the blindfold was removed.  The temperature in the prison was like outside, it was an oven.

I heard the guard leave and heard the cell door closed and locked.  I thought, “What have I gotten myself into?  This is to be my home for a month, and I’ve paid to have this done.  I’m just meat for the guards to play with.  When I can think of what a relaxing vacation I could have had with all the money this cost.  I’m an idiot!”

With the blindfold off I was able to look around.  I had to maneuver myself to try to look at my surroundings, which wasn’t easy with that pole behind me forcing my upper body into a rigid position.  I finally focused on my cell mate.  He was gagged with his ankles padlocked together and his hands cuffed behind him.  I looked at the cell next to me, and saw two men restrained the same way.  They were all looking at me.  This was definitely a maximum security prison.  I looked out to the corridor and saw a guard in a uniform grinning at me.  I didn’t want to know what his thoughts were.

At this point I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the rest of my vacation.  I remembered that they were going to test me for my likes and fears, and with what the commandant said, I was going to have to constantly deal with my worst fears.  I started cringing.  What’s that saying, “Be careful what you wish for.”  Well, I had not only wished for this, but had paid handsomely for it and come willingly.  I’m definitely going to be tested.  My penis again tried to get erect, and got punished. 

Part 2

During the night I got very little sleep.  My shoulders were in constant pain from the position they were in.  Periodically guards would come to one of the cells, either to leave a prisoner off, then padlock his ankle cuffs, or to pick one up, removing the padlock so he could be marched away with that foot long chain attached to his ankle cuffs.  Some who were being taken away were not pleased at the prospect, so I figured they were being taken for punishment.  But some appeared to look forward to what they were going to get, so I didn’t know what was in store for them.  And all the time it was very hot.

I wondered when the food would be brought and when we would be emptied out.  I started hearing sounds of metal plates being slid on the floor, followed by a wait time.  My cell mate had heard the sounds and was positioned at the edge of his cot.  Soon two metal plates with food on them were slid by a guard through a small slot at the bottom of the cell.  My cell mate started slithering on his stomach on the floor over to it.  I figured I was supposed to do the same, even bound as I was.

My cell mate got close enough to the guard for him to remove the gag, and he started eating directly from the plate with his mouth.  Evidently the hand cuffs were not to be removed even for feeding.  It took some time but I was able to get up to the guard for him to do the same to me.  As he was removing it he said, “No speak.  Demerit if you speak.”

It was difficult for me to get my head near the food, hooked on to the pole as I was.  I had only begun to start eating when my cell mate was finished.  He quickly positioned himself to allow the guard to remove the belt covering it.  The guard did so and put a cup under his penis, and my cell mate started pissing into it.  When he was done, the guard put the belt back on and my cellmate started positioning himself so that his face was to the guard again.  The guard tilted up the cup for my cell mate to drink from, which he did.  When that was finished, my cell mate positioned himself so that his butt end was to the guard.  The guard removed the belt at the butt end, put the plate underneath, and waited for my cell mate to take a shit, which he did.  I watched all this going on while I was eating.

When my cell mate was finished the guard put the belt back on and my cellmate started slithering himself back to his cot.  By then I had finished eating, and started repeating what I had seen my cell mate do.  The guard was surprised and a little amused at finding my cock ring.  He tried pulling it before he realized that there were internal spikes in it.  I didn’t like to have to drink my piss, but I figured that was all the liquid I was going to get.  When the guard removed the belt covering my butt, he was surprised to find the butt plug.  He had trouble removing it, as well as trouble putting it back in after I’d taken a shit.  When the process was completed with me, I started maneuvering myself back to my cot as the guard closed the small slit and went to the next cell.  Bound as I was to that pole, I wasn’t able to get up onto the cot, so had to satisfy myself with lying on the floor.

Soon a guard came to take me elsewhere.  This guard unlocked the padlock on my ankles, put a blindfold back on, helped me to get upright and started marching me out of the cell to orders and down the corridor, through a couple of locked gates.   Eventually I was marched to another room.  I was stood in a specific spot, was ordered to attention, my ankles were padlocked, and my pole was attached to something.  This sounded like a medical waiting room.  There were others in the room, but not being able to see, I couldn’t tell who they were or how much gear they had on.  Finally, after waiting for an hour or so, I was released and marched into another room, where I again had my pole attached to something and my ankles padlocked.  There I heard someone speaking to me.

“Prisoner 08641, I am Doctor Hans Gustov” was told me by a guy with a German accent.  “I vill be ze person who vill be supervisink your treatment.  I must say, ve rarely get someone who voluntarily visses to be put zrough zis for a whole month.  You must have a deep-seated viss to be severely punished.  Maybe vun day I can find out vhat zere vas about your upbringink zat had put zis into your psyche.  I hope you are strong minded enough to be able to survive a month of zis viss your mental faculties still functionink.  Not many people are able to.”

Oh, terrific, I thought.  That’s just what I don’t need to hear.

“Ze rest of today, and ze next couple of days, I vill be testink your reactions to various treatments ve vill be givink you.  Zose vhich you dislike ze most are zose vhich ve vill start concentratink on givink you here durink ze rest of your stay.  Understand, our objective is to punish you.  Ve vill be able to tell vhen you are fakink and vhen you are not, so don’t try to fool us.  Ze fact zat you are doink zis voluntarily does not mean zat you vill be treated any differently zan ze maximum security prisoners who are at zis facility because zey have been sentenced here.  Ve have an excellent record in changink people from being rebellious to becomink acquiescent, enjoyink severe punishment and cravink more.  Ve intend to achieve ze same result viss you.  Ve intend to continue our excellent record, and ve vant you to vant to return for more.

Always remember zat you are to remain silent zrough your treatment.  Any sound vill earn you demerits, vhich vill result in punishment, somesink zat is to be avoided.”  He paused, and went on, “Zis is vhat I am required to tell you.  Personally, I vould like to see you earn demerits, because I personally administer many of zese little punishments, and I so enjoy seeink people suffer.  It is my reward for doink zis job.”  As he said the latter, you could hear the pleased sincerity come through in his voice.  It sent chills up my spine.  This doesn’t sound good.  I’ve already gotten two demerits.

“I’m glad to see zat you didn’t check ze box saying ‘no scars’.  Zis makes it so much easier.”

Uh oh.  I didn’t see that box.  This doesn’t sound good, either.

“Let’s get started.  Come viss me into my vork room.”  The ankle padlock was removed, the belt hook was detached, and I was marched into another room and apparently into another cell, as I heard both the door to the room and a metal door close.  I again had my pole attached and my ankle cuffs padlocked.  Apparently a noose was lowered down, since I felt it put around my neck under the top of the metal collar, and pulled up until I was pulled up as far as could be with my feet still on the floor.  Then I started having the gear removed from me.  The pole was first removed, then the metal collar.  The cuffs were the next to be taken off.  It felt great to get those off, and I started to let out a sigh.  I caught myself, though I wasn’t sure it was in time.  Hans heard, but said, “Pleasurable sighs are allowed.”

The removal of gear continued.  The padlock on my ankle cuffs was removed, and the ankle cuffs were removed.  Next to be removed were the blindfold and that massive gag.   I was in a room that was lined with mirrors.  A uniformed guard was there, but not the German guy.  I assumed the mirrors were one-way glass.

Other tight metal cuffs were screwed onto my hands behind my back and onto my ankles.  They looked like Darby cuffs.  The guard started applying various wires to various parts of my body.  I had to continue to maintain an erect posture with that noose around my neck.  While these were being applied, Hans said, “Alexander is ze guard who is helpink me.  Guards consider zis to be ze best assignment at zis facility, and all ze guards compete for ze honor of assistink me.  Alexander vill be here for most of zis month.”

When Alexander was named, he turned to me and nodded.  I tried to nod back, but wasn’t able to.  When all the wires were connected, Alexander stepped back and came to attention, heels clicking.  Hans said, “First I’ll check to see if zey are all connected properly.”

After a few minutes, during which I heard some whirring, Hans said, “Goot.  Zey are.  And I’ve got readinks of ze normal position.  It’s time to get started viss ze testink.  I’ll start viss ze one zat people have ze most trouble viss.  Alexander, pull ze noose rope up until he is standink on his tiptoes.”

I didn’t like to hear this.  I’ve had a noose around my neck before and been brought up on my tiptoes, but I knew that this wasn’t what most people would have a problem with.  It was when it was raised further that I was worried about.  I’d never had that done before.

Alexander did as instructed and stepped back, again coming to a snappy attention.  I heard some whirring from the machine, and assumed Hans was getting a record of my readings.  Then Hans said, “Alexander, pull him up further until his feet are about a foot off ze floor.  Leave him like zat until he loses consciousness.  He vill probably fake it, so I vill tell you vhen ze readinks say zat is.

As Alexander was pulling the rope, I thought, “oh crap, here goes”.  I felt the noose tighten and tighten around my neck.  I tried bowing my neck muscles as best I could.  I hoped that all the exercising I’d done would help my neck muscles support my weight.  My eyes soon started bugging out, my neck hurt, I started getting a headache, and I started feeling faint.  After that I didn’t remember any more.

I regained consciousness with a headache, a sore neck, and dry eyes which hurt.  At first I couldn’t remember where I was, but it all started coming back to me.  “Welcome back, prisoner 08641.  Zat was a very strong reaction.  Ve vill be doing zat a lot more in ze coming days.  But I need you to first rest so zat your readinks return to normal.”

For my first time being hung, I didn’t like it, and didn’t like hearing that it was going to be repeated a lot more in the coming days.  I wondered whether I should try to fake an overreaction to others that won’t be as dangerous, but then remembered his admonition that their machine readings don’t lie and they would know if I was faking.

After a while they started up some electro.  They would focus on one of the parts of my body where the wires had been attached, starting at a low pleasurable level for a couple of minutes, then increasing it for a couple of minutes, increasing it more, and so on until it had reached a truly punishing level.  It was all I could do to keep from making a sound.  Then it would stop, there would be a pause for my levels to return to normal, and it would start up again on another part of my body.  This went on for what seemed like a few hours, until the electro testing had finished.  When done, Hans said, “Very interestink.  But time for another rest for you to return to normal before ze next tests begin.”

He didn’t say what part of my body produced the strongest reaction, but I figured I would find that out in the coming days.  Next he ordered Alexander to put a plastic bag over my head with a thick rubber band around the neck, cutting off my air, except for what was in the bag.  After a minute or so, I passed out.  I’ve never minded having my breathing restricted, but I don’t like having it completely cut off.  I figured I probably reacted to that, and I’m probably going to be experiencing that again.

The tests continued on for a few more hours.  In my mind, when I’d have a chance to, I would mentally review the various items on the application to see what else was in store for me to be tested.  As the day wore on, the testing continued with some reactions stronger than others.  I’m sure that the alligator clamps on my sensitive tits was one of them, and figured I’d soon be wearing those or something similar.

Finally Hans said, “Enough.  Ve have tested you for most of ze objects that produce physical punishment.  Tomorrow ve finish the physical, zen test you for phobias.  Alexander, gag and cuff ze prisoner and march him back to his cell.  I need to prepare for zis evening’s fun, ze little punishments.”

Phobias, I thought.  What phobias do I have?  I couldn’t think of any.  But I’m sure that will become apparent with their testing.  After cuffs were put back on, this time the Darby cuffs, I was marched back to my cell and locked in.  I felt much better not having that rigid pole attached, and I was able to stretch out on the cot in a more comfortable position to get some sleep.  I tried going over in my mind what phobias existed, and which, if any, I might have.  I had remained silent through the whole day, which I thought was doing very well.  I accumulated no more demerits.

The next morning proceeded as the previous had done.  I was once again in that room with the mirrors, my neck in a noose and wires attached to my body.  The next physical test they did was for choking.  They put a garrote around my neck and started screwing it tighter and tighter, a little at a time, until I finally passed out.  I’d always had a fear of being strangled, so I figured that this produced a strong reaction as well.  After I regained consciousness, with a little extra time to “return to normal”, Alexander started physically punishing me.  He first tried a paddle, hitting different parts of my body.  Eventually he switched to a cane.  He drew blood, and I figured this was where the “scars allowed” part of the test would enter in.  I’d been physically punished before in my life, but I never liked it.  I probably reacted strongly to this.  Finally the physical parts of the test were finished.

The first phobia I was tested for was arachnophobia.  A tarantula was put on my body and started crawling up it.  It was shown to me before it was put on me.  I reacted, and I dare 99% of people not to, but I didn’t have a screaming fit like I figured some people would.

After my reactions had been noted, the tarantula removed, and I’d returned to normal again, a snake was shown to me and put on my body.  Again I reacted, and I dare 99% of people not to, but again I didn’t have a screaming fit like I figured some people would.  And so it went for the rest of the day.  At the end, Hans said, “You don’t appear to have any noticeable phobias.  Very unusual.  You might just be well adjusted enough to survive your stay here with your mental faculties intact.  But you reacted to a number of physical punishments, nothing out of ze ordinary.  Tomorrow ve test your humiliations.”

When I was back in my cell, back in my restraints, I wondered about how I would react to humiliations.  I’d been having to drink piss every morning and hadn’t reacted to that.  I couldn’t think of anything that would embarrass me to the extent of achieving a severe reaction.  All I could do was wait and see.  Again I was quite proud of having gone through the day while remaining silent.

The next morning proceeded as the previous had done.  I even got some decent sleep that night.  I was starting to fall into a pattern.  Hans said, “I vill start you viss ze humiliations that get ze most reaction.”

Alexander started dressing me in women’s clothing, lipstick and rouge applied, wig, and was shown in the mirror what I looked like.  I certainly looked like a woman, though not a very attractive one.  Alexander started laughing.  He couldn’t stop laughing.  I got embarrassed.  But I didn’t react strongly to this.

The next humiliation was for my chastitied penis to be tucked under my legs out of sight, and for a little bitty child’s penis to be put in its place.   I was again shown this in the mirror.  Again, Alexander started laughing, and couldn’t stop laughing.  I got embarrassed.  But I didn’t react strongly to this, either.

And so the day progressed.  One humiliation after another.  Alexander even fucked me in the ass, which wasn’t the first time in my life it had happened.  This was probably one of the percs for whichever guard is chosen for this duty.  But by the end of the day, I don’t think any of those reactions were strong enough to be considered something to try again in future days.

But the tests weren’t done yet.  I was marched, wires and all, back to the prison and put in a different cell, one where my cell mate was a big guy who looked at me like I was a piece of meat and he hadn’t eaten in several days.  He obviously wanted to fuck me.  I’m sure I reacted strongly to that.  Fortunately I was removed before anything happened.  Back in my regular cell that night, I started thinking about what other tests there would be, the items on the list that I hadn’t been tested for yet, and which ones I had so far reacted strongly to.  After having done that, I didn’t like the pattern of what I’d seen, and didn’t like the prospect of the rest of my stay being filled with those.  I was obviously going to have to deal with many of my biggest fears for the rest of my month’s stay.

Part 3

I didn’t sleep much that night from the worry.  The normal morning routine was again followed, and I soon found myself back in the outer office of Hans.  “Ze next, and last, phase requires being taken to yet anosser room.”  I was once again marched into the maximum security part of the prison while effectively naked, but with restraints.  This time I did not have the blindfold on, so I could see into the other cells.  Walking by the cells elicited some reaction from the prisoners.  They were all bound and gagged, so there couldn’t be any noise, but their intent was clear if there had not been any bars between us.  Some of the guards also reacted, but they couldn’t do anything while I was being transported.

I was marched into another room, not a cell.  This room resembled a dungeon with lots of devices for torturing people.  Alexander’s expression, as well as Dr. Gustov’s, indicated that they were looking forward to this day.  I wasn’t.  There were already prisoners there being tortured, so I had that to look at while they prepared me to get started.

They hooked the wires up and started testing me for various restraints.  Of course, my hands behind my back palm-to-palm in the chatlet cuffs got a strong reaction.  Other restraints got less of one.  I wondered if that meant that I would now always be kept in chatlet cuffs.  I hoped not.

The first apparatus they tried me out on was a rack, where I was tied with my hands and feet stretched as far up as possible in opposite directions, with a crank on the device pulled until I couldn’t be stretched out any further.  They measured my reactions.  Then Dr. Gustov said they would stretch me further.  That got a strong reaction from me.  They actually pulled the crank to stretch me further.  It was all I could do to keep from screaming from the pain.  I was sure that this was now on their list.

The next device was a little cage.  I was forced to bend way down to make myself into a small package so they could force me into it.  I was pushing against the cage bars on all six sides.  It’s a good thing I don’t suffer from claustrophobia or I would have had a screaming fit.  It was bad enough as it was, scrunched up like that.  I thought this might also be on their list.  After that I was put into a coffin.  I’d been in one before, and I’m sure I didn’t react to that.  Then I was put into a straitjacket made of some kind of material that had been wet, which caused it to stretch.  I was placed in front of a heater, which caused the material to dry out and shrink, causing it to tighten and tighten.  I enjoy tight bondage, and enjoyed this at first.  But when it started getting super tight I didn’t enjoy it any more, as it got quite painful.  I was worried that some of my bones would start breaking.  Finally I heard a loud ‘snap’.  I’m sure I reacted to that.  I wondered which bone had broken.  Alexander, with a big smile, stepped forward from behind me and showed me two pieces of wood, with the ends obviously having just previously fit together.  Very funny.  I wasn’t laughing, though.  That brought this test to an end.

And so the day went, one torture device after another with various reactions.  I was pretty tired when that day ended.  Then I was marched back to Dr. Gustov’s office, past the prisoners in their cells and guards which elicited further reactions.

“Ve haff completed your tests.  You reacted to a number of stimuli, enough to fill up ze rest of your month’s stay here.  Goot.  But be prepared, zis vill not be a fun stay for you.  Since it is almost ze end of ze day and I haff punishments of others to administer, Alexander will restore ze restraints on you and you vill be marched back to your cell.  I look forward to zis weekend ven I will be punishink you for your demerits.  Try to get some sleep tonight.  You vill need it.”

Damn.  It doesn’t sound like I’m going to like this vacation.  So they found a number of stimuli.  They must have gotten a lot from the dungeon, because the only ones I could identify before then were from physical and electro punishments.

While Alexander was re-attaching all the restraints and gear, Dr. Gustov said, “Oh, one osser sink  Alexander.  Don’t march him back going forward, but put a chain on ze back of ze metal collar and march him backwards by zat.”  I felt Alexander padlock that tight metal collar I’d had on when I arrived, clip the chain on, unlock the padlock on my ankle cuffs, and jerk me backwards.  He would bark out, “Your right, your right, your right, your left, your right”.  I figured he’d done this before.  I had a difficult time walking backwards to keep up with him with those chains around my feet, and had a difficult time breathing with the pressure he was putting on my neck, choking me.  Back in the cell with the tight metal collar still on, I tried to get some sleep as Dr. Gustov had recommended, but my mind kept wandering to what I was going to be put through in the coming month.  And, as usual, there were the evening removals and returns of other prisoners.  I now knew where they were taken, and understood the reactions of those who didn’t want to be taken.  And apparently the ones who wanted to be taken were the ones they had turned who were now craving the punishment.

The next morning’s routine went as before.  That was starting to become predictable, but I figured that even this would vary before long.  This time I was led to their “play room”, where a noose was put around my neck, with the other items kept on.   The noose was raised up to put me on my tiptoes.  The metal collar was removed, and another rope was wound around my neck, starting at the base.  Each loop was jerked tight, before the next loop was made.  I tried bowing my neck, but when the guy saw me do that, he punched me hard in the stomach.  There seemed to be about eight loops.  This was tied off at the back.  I was having difficulty breathing through my nose.  That monster leather plug gag was still in my mouth, preventing my tongue from sticking out.  I heard the “play room” guy say, “I’m going to leave you like this for a few hours.  I’ll check back periodically to make sure you are still conscious.”  Then I heard him leave.

Damn.  It is difficult to stay conscious with all this on my neck.  So I’m starting off with a combination of hanging and strangulation.  My penis was straining like crazy to get erect.  The spikes were being pushed in deeper than they had gone in so far.  I started developing a headache, and my eyes were bugging out, getting dry.  I was miserable.  I didn’t know how I was going to be able to put up with this for several hours.

After a few hours, the guy came back.  “You seem to be handling this well .”  I thought, I am?

He then brought out some additional implements.  He removed the Darby cuffs from my wrists and screwed chatlet cuffs on instead, as well as a metal collar over the ropes, and attached the pole to the two.  This was not easy, and instantly got me starting to feel faint.  Then he attached those alligator clamps to my tits.  I had to be careful not to let out a sound from the pain.  “I’m going to leave you like this for a few hours, checking back periodically to see if you’re still conscious.”

Good grief!  How much worse can this get?  My penis seemed to be lifting the metal chastity device up.  Those spikes were well and truly embedded into it now.  I was going to have trouble pissing the next day.

In a few hours I heard the guy come up to me again.  “I think we’ll up this a little more.”  He attached another pole to the cuff end of the other pole, and attached the other end of it to the floor.  I was forced to stand erect with this.  He tied a rope to my handcuffs.  Then he started pulling the rope up.  This position is called strappado, something I’ve had done once to me.  It is a hellish thing to have done, and I remembered reacting strongly to it when it was tested.  When in that position you will do anything to get out of it.  But when the arms get far enough up, the person is forced to bend forward.  With my feet locked and that damn pole, I couldn’t.  When my hands were at about head height behind me, they wouldn’t go any higher without wrenching my arms out of their sockets.  At this point he looped the rope over a rafter and tied it off, walking away.

My shoulders were on fire.  I thought my arms were coming out of their sockets.  I wondered earlier how it could possibly get worse, and I found out.  I thought about those prisoners who were here because they were sent here.  Their lives had to be pure hell.  No wonder they became acquiescent.  If I have to put up with a month of this, I probably will become that way, too.  I again thought of the fact that I’m paying to have this done.  I was starting to think that I’d better quit drinking alcohol so I don’t ever get myself into something like this again.

After a few more hours of this, the rope holding my arms up was released, as well as the noose.  I had been sweating buckets in that heat.  Not having washed, I was starting to notice a smell.  The metal collar and upper pole were kept on over the rope which remained tied around my neck, as well as the chatlet cuffs with the attached ring for the pole to hook on to, and the tit clamps.  I was marched back to my cell to spend another night.  With the rope tied tightly around my neck, I expected to quickly lose consciousness and sleep, and that’s what happened.  When I was awakened the next morning I was completely disoriented.  I didn’t react when the guard came to feed and clean me out, so I missed having food and the daily clean.  I wasn’t even thinking, just going through the motions.  I must have been conscious because I remembered what happened, but wasn’t conscious enough to be able to think.

When I was marched to the play room, I was marched off to a side room.  There they attached wires to the chastity device before buckling the belt back.  The chatlet cuffs, metal collar and pole were removed, and regular cuffs were put on.  Another length of rope was tied to the loose end of the rope which was still around my neck.  I was forced onto my knees, this length of rope was pulled down under my ankle cuffs and brought back up to tie to my handcuffs.  It was pulled as much it could be, which brought my neck back and my ankles and wrists close together, having been looped around the handcuffs, before it was secured to the back of my neck to the other rope.

I was effectively in a hogtie, but with my neck also pulled back to join in.  I again was having a difficult time breathing through my nose with that monster leather plug gag in my mouth.  I wondered how long I was going to be kept like this.  As if reading my thoughts, the guy said, “I’ll be back to check on you periodically, but you will be kept like this all day.  To give you a little variety, I’m starting up the electro on your penis, set to go off randomly.  With each visit I’ll up the intensity.”

Soon I felt an electric jolt on my penis.  It was even a little pleasurable, but I knew it was only going to get very painful as the day progressed.  This was going to be another difficult day to survive.  Because that was how I now viewed this vacation, surviving from one day to the next.

I managed to make it through that day.  When I was back in my cell again as I had been two nights previous, I was feeling slightly better, surprisingly.  I was getting used to the routine, and getting somewhat used to the tightness around my neck.  And I was starting to get used to sleeping with my hands cuffed behind me and ankles padlocked together.  I was able to get a decent night’s sleep again, and wondered what was in store for me the next day.  I was thinking that I hadn’t been hung off my feet since the testing.  I wondered when that was going to happen.

The next day I was back as I had been two days prior, with the strappado.  But this time I had the addition of the wires on my chastity, with the strength increased with each visit.  By the end of the day I was feeling absolutely miserable, had sweated buckets again, and was looking forward to having that torture device turned off and returned to my cell.  But there was a change this time.  After everything for the day had been removed and I was again put back into my “prison outfit”, which before had always meant going back to my cell, I was informed that it was time to be punished for the demerits I had accumulated during the previous week.

I’d forgotten about those.  I was marched to Hans’ work room to that cell again.  Hans greeted me like an old friend.  I was placed as before, but this time the ankle cuffs were not only padlocked, but also locked to the floor.  The noose was placed around my neck, as before, and Hans said, “Alexander, raise him up until he is on his tiptoes.”

That became very difficult with the ankle cuffs padlocked to the floor.  Instead of being on my tiptoes, the ankle cuffs started cutting into my flesh.  I almost started yelling, but caught myself in time.  I could hear the disappointment in Hans that I didn’t.  Hans said, “Alexander, tie ze attached rope end to ze 20 pound weight setting zere on ze floor, letting it hang down his back.”

I could hear the suppressed excitement in Hans’ voice.  This was going to add a lot of pressure to my neck.  I was soon going to be choked big time.  My penis was again trying to lift up the metal chastity device.

When Alexander had finished, Hans told him, “Leave him like zis.  Let’s go get somezink to eat.”  I heard the doors open and close as they left.

My breathing was becoming labored.  I again thanked my continuing exercises for building up my neck muscles sufficiently to be able to handle this.  I wondered how others would be able to.  After an hour or so I heard the sound of doors opening and closing again.  Soon Hans said, “Prisoner 08641, I congratulate you on being able to handle zis much weight.  Alexander, add anosser 20 pounds.”

Damn.  I’ve had weight suspended from my neck before when exercising, but only up to 25 pounds.  I didn’t know if my muscles could handle 40.  Alexander did as he was instructed to do, always returning to a crisp attention afterwards, since I could hear the heels of his boots click.  I started again having my breathing become labored, and was starting to again feel faint.  But I was able to maintain consciousness, though feeling very woozy with a headache, sore neck and buggy dry eyes.

Nothing happened for what seemed like an hour.  Finally Hans said, “Alexander, lower prisoner 08641 down to remove ze lock from his ankles to ze floor.”

So the punishment session was over.  I’d finished it.  Alexander did as he was instructed and returned to a snappy attention.  Hans then said, “Alexander, raise ze rope until ze prisoner’s feet are one foot off ze floor.”

I wasn’t expecting this.  I’d thought it was over , and had relaxed.  So I was going to be hung by my neck off the floor with 40 pounds of weight hanging from the back of my neck.  I didn’t like this.

Alexander did as he was instructed.  Again the rope started to tighten and tighten around the top of my neck, over the other rope, and I wasn’t sure if my neck muscles were sufficient to support both my weight and the extra 40 pounds.  I started feeling faint, my neck started hurting, I started getting a headache, and my eyes started bugging out even more.  Whether Alexander returned back to a snappy attention or not, I don’t know, since I had passed out by then.

When I came to, I was still suspended by the noose around my neck and I still had the 40 pounds suspended behind my neck, but my feet were on the floor.  Hans noticed that I was conscious again, and said, “Alexander, repeat ze process.”

Soon I was back in the air again for a repeat performance.  My body hadn’t had a chance to recover from the previous one.  I was again unconscious a short time later.

When I came to again, I was still suspended by the noose and I still had the 40 pounds suspended behind my neck.  Again I heard Hans instruct Alexander to pull me back up by the noose.  I quickly lost consciousness.

After that third one, I don’t remember any more.  My next memory was of waking up in my cell.  My neck hurt a lot, I had a roaring headache, and my eyes hurt.  Whether I’d been hung again, and if so, how many times, I don’t know, because I have no memory of it.  Whether this cleared my two demerits I also didn’t know.  When they said I was to work off my previous week’s demerits, that must have meant that I probably cleared them.  But at least I found out why they were waiting to hang me.  That was my demerit punishment.

Part 4

When I awoke the next morning, I was noticing the smell of my body.  It was the seventh day since I’d arrived here, and I hadn’t washed.  Despite this, I was feeling a little better about myself.  I figured I’d worked off the two demerits, and I had been able to withstand some awfully extreme bondage and punishment.  Those were what I’d paid to go through, though I hadn’t expected them to be this severe.  But a frustration was that I hadn’t been able to cum with that chastity device on.  I wondered whether it would ever be removed during my stay here.

After the usual feeding and emptying, two guys came to march me to a different room.  As if in response to my wonderings, I was put into a cage and all the gear which had been put on me was removed, including the chastity, butt plug and tit clamps, though painstakingly carefully, as before, to ensure that I didn’t have the slightest chance of getting free.  I had to be careful not to let out any sound when the tit clamps were removed.  Finally I was alone in the locked cage, naked with a raging hard-on.  The cage was barely larger than my body.   I was given soap and a washrag, and a shower was trained onto my body.  I was told that I had one minute to wash and clean.

After the shower was turned off, I was given a towel with which to dry, and the cuffs were then re-attached.  A butt plug was inserted, this one having wires attached which led to a machine.  The plug was long enough to reach my prostate.  Tit clamps were also attached which had similar wires.  A strange machine was brought out.  One end of it was put over my raging hard-on.  This apparently was a milking machine, which I’d heard about but had never seen.  The electro machine was turned on, which started sending pleasurable stimulations to the butt plug, tits, and into my prostate.   The milking machine was turned on, and it started massaging my penis.  In no time I exploded, releasing a huge amount of cum, which was vacuumed out.  The guard who attached it had a big smile on his face.  After my explosion had finished, both machines still kept working.  I was given a cup of water to drink.  Soon I exploded again, but without as much cum.  And after this, both machines still kept working.  I enjoyed the initial release, but this was now starting to become painful.  The stimulating electro continued to be on at pleasurable levels.

After my fourth release, the stimulations no longer had any effect, and I was physically exhausted.  Finally, both machines were turned off.  A guard started putting me back into the now familiar bondage.

After all the gear was put back on, again in their painstakingly careful way, I was led out of the cage and marched down to the play room.  I felt much better now that I’d cleaned up, but I wondered what new punishments were planned for me.  I soon found out.

The guy in charge of the room said that it was now time to get into choking.  He said that, to start with, they would attach a stiff leather strap around my neck.  It was measured to be tighter than the neck size I had told them.  It was about 4 inches high, so I had to raise my head as far as I could, and there were a few little holes up and down both ends.  The strap didn’t meet in front, being a little over an inch short.  They brought out some plastic ties, and start fitting them through the holes in the ends of the leather strap.  When they’d finished fitting them through, they started pulling them.  They put some muscle into it, which brought the ends closer together, and finally when the two ends met, they pushed the ends of the tie up to lock it in place.  It was very, very tight, and I was feeling quite feint.  I think I lost consciousness briefly.  They waited until I was conscious again and adjusting to it, when they brought out something else.

It was a little box-like device which was placed around my neck which had a large screw in the back.  The guy started slowly turning the screw, which brought increasing pressure onto my neck.  Soon it was to the point where I was starting to choke, and he stopped twisting it.  He said that he would leave me like this for a while to get used to the feeling before returning me to my cell.  I was feeling dizzy, so I was attached to one of the nearby poles.  My ankles had been padlocked together, so I couldn’t walk.  It took me some time to get over my dizziness and to steady my breathing through my nose, since the monster plug gag was there as always.

Finally the guy came back, took a good look at me, and said that it looked like I was up to walking back to my cell.  My ankles were unlocked, though the foot long chain was still in place as always.  We started walking, slowly at first because of the dizziness that I still wasn’t completely over, but steadily, out of the room and down the corridor.  As we’d come to other rooms we’d stop to look, giving me a chance to rest a bit.  It was the first time for me to observe daytime activities in these other rooms.

The guy kept one hand on the large screw, saying that if I made any attempt to leave, all he had to do was turn the screw slightly and I would lose consciousness.  And if he made even a full turn more, it would kill me, so I shouldn’t try to make any sudden moves.  I had no intention of doing any of that.  After all, bound as I was, how could I make any kind of escape?  I had to keep thinking that those of us who paid for this vacation were treated the same as the hard core prisoners who were here against their will.

When the guy would periodically stop at a room to explain what it was being used for, it recalled all the questions that had been asked on my form.  I realized that I could be in these rooms in the coming month, being tortured in different ways, depending on what my reactions had been to my tests.  As I would look into these rooms I would sometimes see others who were bound as extremely as I was.  Judging by the reaction I had gotten when I arrived, that it was rare for anyone to do this voluntarily, I figured these were hard core prisoners.

Sometimes I would hear screams of pain.  My thoughts on hearing them were that there was someone who just earned a demerit, and Dr. Gustov would be pleased to deal with them.  And considering all the torture that I saw, I was surprised that there was not more screaming.

Periodically there would be a guard whose job seemed to be to see to a block of cells.  Sometimes one of these guards was in one of the cells punishing, or torturing, one of the prisoners.  When we got to my cell the guard led me inside and set me down on my cot.  My ankles were again padlocked.  It was the first time I’d seen the day time guard, and he gave me a good looking over, got a big smile on his face, and said that we would be getting to know each other better in the coming weeks.  With that he walked away.  I wondered what was going to happen to me now.

Soon that guard came back and opened the cell door.  He was holding a couple of pieces of rope, one  with a noose attached, which he put around my neck.  The other end he threw over an overhead beam.  He pulled the dangling other end of the noose rope until I was pulled up onto the front half of my feet.  Then he tied the rope in place at the back of the cell.  He tied the other rope around my handcuffs and pulled them up strappado style to where my hands were approximately the same level as my shoulders, and also tied the rope in place at the back of the cell.  I was in pain from several sources.  I was apparently going to start being punished in my cell.  Then the guard got behind me and turned the garrote screw a slight bit more.  I quickly lost consciousness.

When I woke up I was lying down on the cot.  I looked around and saw my cell mate staring at me.  The noose was still around my neck, the other rope was still tied to my handcuffs, the leather strap was still around my neck, and the garrote was still around my neck, but otherwise neither rope was attached to anything.  It was getting toward morning, and others were stirring.  Soon food was served, along with the daily emptying.

After all the plates and cups had been gathered up and taken away, there was a lull in activity.  I needed the time to adjust.  The leather strap, garrote and noose were still tight around my neck, and all the maneuvering around to be fed and emptied had made me dizzy again.  I needed to clear my head if I could.  This was the time when I was usually removed from my cell to go elsewhere, but this time I was kept in my cell.  Then I noticed a group of other guards going around to each cell.  They would enter with batons drawn, one would stay outside with his gun drawn, and the guards would start beating each of the two prisoners in the cell with their batons.

Soon they got to our cell and entered.  When they got to me, they paused for a minute to look at what I was bound in.  When they saw the garrote and the ropes, they smiled.  The day guard who had strung me up previously said, “Gringo tourist” and the others laughed.  They again attached the noose rope over the beam, securing the other end, and pulled me up onto the front half of my feet and tied the rope securely to an out of reach area.  They also tied the rope attached to my handcuffs strappado style as it had been last night. Then they started beating me with their batons.  I dared not move for fear of strangling myself.  When they finished they were laughing as they left the cell.  I was left tied and hanging.

Soon the noise of their beatings died away as they moved on.  I didn’t know how long I was going to be left hanging there with the garrote around my neck as well.  There wasn’t anything I could do about it.  My cell mate and those in other cells were all looking at me.  Finally my cell mate wriggled over to me on the floor, used the nearby cell bars to prop himself up, and with the back of his hands reached out to the back of the garrote, making as if to turn it.  He looked at me and nodded his head “yes”.  I shook my head “no”.  He shrugged his shoulders, looked at me, shook his head, and lowered himself back down, wriggling back over to his side of the cell.

I was starting to have a bad feeling that I was going to have to put up with a lot more torture in this cell.  My cell mate knew what went on, and I didn’t.  That was why he thought I might like to take the quick way out when I had the opportunity to.  The guards finished with their punishment and were returning.  As they were walking by my cell, the day guard said something, stopped and unlocked it, entering.  He came over to me and pulled the other end of the rope, hanging me in the air.  He started laughing, and pushed me back and forth so that I was swinging.  That noose was getting tighter and tighter, and I finally lost consciousness.

When I finally woke up, I was still strung up, the noose was just as tight as it had gotten when he was pulling the rope.  But at least I was standing on the front half of my feet.  I had a bad headache, my eyes were bugging out, and I was having trouble breathing.  I was afraid that this was just the beginning of my torture in this prison.

No one came by to lower me.  I was left like that all day and night.  None of the people who had been treating me in the first week and a half came to see me.  The next morning when the guard came by with the food, I was still hanging there.  When my cell mate wriggled over to get his food, he motioned with his head to me.  The guard just shrugged his shoulders and continued feeding my cell mate, then relieving him.  Then he walked away.  I was just left there hanging.

Later the guard goons came by again to do their baton beatings.  When they got into my cell, they first took care of my cell mate, then came over to me and started beating me just as they had the previous day.  I again had to be careful not to move.  But at least they didn’t try pulling me up off my feet again.  Beating over, they left the cell, relocking it behind them.

When they were returning again, the same guard stopped, said something, and came up to me again with a big smile, pulling the rope to hang me in the air again.  At least the rope didn’t get any tighter this time, already being as tight as it could get.  He was looking at my face with a big smile, laughing at my discomfort, and after I passed out again, he apparently left.  Later I woke up standing on my front feet, again with a bad headache, bugged out dry eyes, and a very sore neck.  And very hungry, not to mention constipated with a full bladder.  This was getting to be a problem.

Again, no one came to see me during the rest of the day.  I was wondering if I’d been forgotten, and for how long the guards would keep me from eating, and keep me hanging.  For the umpteenth time I was berating myself for actually paying to go through this treatment as a “vacation”.

I’d noticed one of the other night guards had been paying particular attention to me.  He would stare at me for a long time on his rounds.  I had hoped that he would at least lower me down, but so far he had not done so.  Finally in the middle of the night when most of the prisoners were asleep, he quietly opened my cell door and lowered me down, though he kept the tight noose around my neck and the other rope attached to my hand cuffs.  I tried thanking him, but he just put me over his shoulder and carried me out of the cell, locking it behind him.  I wondered what was going on.  He carried me down the corridor toward the torture room, periodically checking for signs of others in the area.  I was getting worried that this was going to be the start of a torture session, when he went past this room, and finally took me into a vacant room.

There he positioned me under more overhead metal bars and looped the rope over it.  He pulled on the rope until I was again up on the front half of my feet, and he tied the other end to something a distance away.  He also tied the rope attached to my hand cuffs up high so that my wrists were pulled back to head level again.  Finished, he stepped back and started pawing me.  He particularly spent time at my tits, penis and butt.  He had a pleased look on his face, and left the room, locking it behind him.  I wondered what was in store for me now, since only this guy knows where I am, and his intentions didn’t look too trustworthy.  I was still left hanging painfully with that tight garrote around my neck with no idea what was going to happen.  But at least I probably wasn’t going to be beaten any more.

A few hours later I heard some scuffling noises outside the room I was in and saw the door open.  There were two guards, the one who had furtively moved me here was in front but had his arms painfully pulled behind him by the other guard, the day guard who had pulled the rope to hang me a couple of times, and who also had a baton to beat me.  When he saw me he got a big smile again, but before letting the other guard go, he took the key to the room from him and admonished him.  The other guard kept saying “si, si” before finally quickly leaving the room.  The sadistic guard was then left alone with me.  With that big smile, he came over, hit me a few times with his baton on my tits, playfully pulled at the other end of the noose rope, though without hanging me, looked at his watch, and said something in Spanish before leaving.  I didn’t have to know Spanish to know what he’d said.  I started sweating.

In another few hours the door opened again and there he was, only this time dressed in civilian leathers, not the guard uniform.  He looked for all the world like a dom, looking forward to punishing his sub.  And that was what I figured he was planning to do.  All the time he walked around looking at me, he had this wicked evil smile on his face.  He had been carrying a whip, and when he had finished pacing around me, he said a word in Spanish, picked up the whip, and smacked me hard with it.  I really felt that whip.  Then, crack! went the whip again.  And again.  And again.  He was definitely getting worked up.  He went over to the noose rope, undid it, and pulled it up just enough so that I was now on tiptoes and re-tied it.  Laughing at my discomfort, he brought out the whip again, and cracked it over my stomach.  And again.  And again.

I had to do everything I could to avoid moving, since that noose was still extremely tight around my neck, not to mention the garrote.  Then he aimed his whip at my tits.  I braced myself.  Crack! went the whip on my tits.  And again.  And again.  I was screaming into my gag.  My screams were like yells of encouragement to him.  He went over to the other end of the rope, loosened it and lowered me down onto my flat feet.  He went over to the garrote at the back of my neck.  I was shaking my head back and forth.  He tightened it a slight bit, enough to cause me to start to get dizzy, but not enough for me to pass out.  He took a good look at my face and started laughing.  Then he got the rope and pulled me back up to where I was on my tiptoes again.

He picked up the whip, aimed it for my tits, and set it cracking across them again.  As dizzy as I was, it took a few seconds for the pain to register.  He waited for that before doing it again.  I was in misery.  I even thought that I’d made the wrong decision when my cell mate offered to twist the knob enough to end my life.  Finally the guy went over to the rope and pulled it so that I was again hanging in the air.  My head started aching, my eyes started bugging out, and my neck started hurting even more.  After some seconds, I passed out.