A couple of hours later, the door to the room opened again.
“There you are. We’ve been looking all over for you. You’re overdue for your weekly cleaning.” It was the two guys who took care of washing and milking me. I was very pleased to see them. At last I was going to be taken down. They untied the ropes from the side, unlocked the padlock from my ankles, and started marching me out the room and down the corridor. They left the garrote in place, the noose tightly around my neck and the rope attached to my hand cuffs, the leather strap, and brought the ropes with them.
When they got to the cleaning room, they put me in the cage, undid all the restraints including cutting the cable ties on the leather strap, gave me the rag and soap, told me I had one minute, and turned on the shower. This done, they hooked me up again to the milking machine and gave me a drink of water. After the pleasurable and painful (the spiked cock ring was still on) releases, they put all the restraints back on, including the leather strap with new plastic cable ties, garrote and noose and rope attached to hand cuffs, marched me to that room and carefully restored me back to the tight positions I had been in. Then they left the room.
After my ecstasy at being rescued, I was now deeply depressed at finding myself back in that extremely stressful position and location. Yes, I was cleaner, but so what? They hadn’t fed me, so I was quite weak. And that sadistic guard was bound to return to continue his torture. What a vacation this was turning out to be.
After a few more hours the door opened again. It was the sadistic guard. He was dressed in his civilian leathers, and this time he brought some friends along. I recognized at least one more of the guards who went around beating the prisoners. They had not only their batons and the whip, but paddles and canes. I knew they didn’t bring them along just to show me that they had them, and there was no one else in the room for them to use them on. I was in for another beating.
“Smiley”, for that is what I’ve started calling him, lowered me down from the beam, but kept the rope tightly around my neck and released the rope pulling my hand cuffs up. I was stretched out on the floor on my back, and the gang proceeded to start beating me. They would take turns pulling the rope attached to the hand cuffs so that my arms did not prevent them from hitting my body. After a while, they turned me over and continued the beating. As before, I got a good going over. I knew that I was going to have numerous bruises. After they had finished their beating, smiley strung me back up again, up to my tiptoes at first. Then to show off to his friends, he pulled the rope to hang me off my feet until I passed out. When I came to, I was again on my tiptoes and the gang had gone.
It must have been morning when the door opened and another guard came in with a plate full of food. Apparently at last I was going to get something to eat. The guard lowered me down onto the floor, admonished me to keep quiet, and unstrapped the gag. I was ravenous and had no inhibitions about getting my mouth to the plate to eat. I must have made quite a sight, because the guard was laughing as he was watching. Then the cup came out for me to piss into, and to drink from. I didn’t care. I was thirsty. The guard laughed at the sight of me drinking my piss. The plate was put under my back side for me to empty into after the guard had removed my butt plug, but I was too constipated to do that. After realizing that I wouldn’t be able to, the guard put the butt plug back in and replaced all the restraints, raising me back up onto my tiptoes again with my hands brought back painfully as well. That rope was still digging into my neck and the garrote was still making me dizzy, but at last I had some food in me.
A few hours later the door opened and the guy from the “play room” came in. When he saw me he said,
“They weren’t supposed to have moved you out from your cell. It’s time for your next phase.” He let me down and finally removed the noose, the garrote and the rope holding my hands up, but he left the tight leather strap around my neck. He removed the padlock from my ankle cuffs and marched me out of the room. He took me back to my cell, but not yet into it. He said the next phase was for the guards to place me in a series of torture devices in the dungeon. When I heard that I was going to be tortured by those sadistic guards I started yelling into my gag. The guy said, “You shouldn’t have done that. That’s a demerit.” I’d forgotten about that, and quickly shut up. The guard opened the cell door and pushed me in. I fell to the floor. The guy told the guard that I’d earned a demerit. The guard said in broken English, “Hanging guy earn demerit? Outstanding! Guards have fun tonight!” I didn’t like the sound of that.
The guard and the play room guy left, and soon smiley was back with the noose rope again and the rope for my hands. Before long I was strung up again like before with my hands pulled back, only without the garrote around my neck. Smiley had pulled the rope up a little bit too far because I was having trouble keeping my toes on the floor. I finally passed out. I must have been out for some time, because I woke up to see the gang of guards in my cell, though lying on my cot. Smiley was in charge. A bucket of water had been doused on me to wake me up.
They lowered me down, unlocked the lock on my ankles, and marched me down the corridor to the dungeon. Some of the devices were already in use with prisoners strapped to them. I recognized my cell mate in one of them. They were all in great pain. I knew I would soon be as well.
They first locked me in a small cell and took off most of the restraints from me so that I was naked. They took me over to the rack. But before securing me to it, they laid about a dozen boards down which had some nails sticking up, though not too far. They forcibly put me on them on the rack and secured my hands and feet to opposite ends. I was already starting to scream into my gag. Smiley got a big smile on his face and said, “Another demerit.” Damn. They cranked the device until I was stretched out taut.
The guards got paddles, a whip and a cane and started beating me. Pretty soon my body was a mass of welts, some of which were noticeably bleeding. Smiley in particular aimed his whip at my tits, and I have to say, he was pretty accurate with his aim. It was all I could do to keep from screaming.
They had noticed the spikes in the cock ring. They started lightly running their fingers over my aching tits, which caused my penis to try getting hard. Whenever that would happen, they would pull the cock ring by a string they had attached to it. I was in a lot of pain. Then they started tickling my bare feet. I had always been ticklish, and this started me laughing. The guards thought that was funny after all the pain I’d suffered, and they kept at it. Pretty soon smiley pulled the crank a little more to add extra pressure to my stressful position. I couldn’t help but let out another scream. Smiley held up three fingers in front of me.
One of them looked at their watch, said something to the others, and they all left, leaving me stretched out on the rack So much had been going on that I’d forgotten about the nails I was laying on. I started noticing them while I was waiting for someone to return. I tried remembering which of the devices in the dungeon I had reacted to. I remembered reacting to this rack, but I had trouble remembering the others. I figured I’d find out in the coming days, as I had no illusions that I was going to be spending a large part of my remaining month in this room.
When Smiley returned he was still dressed in his guard’s uniform. He first cranked the device back to a less strenuous position. He pulled my head up and strapped that monster leather plug gag back on. Then he cranked the device back to its previous strenuous stretched out position. He put his fingers over my nose, cutting off my air. I could take it for a minute, but then started thrashing around trying to get air. He kept his fingers there. As I was losing consciousness I heard him say, “Adios, amigo”.
When I regained consciousness I was still stretched out on the rack as I had been when I lost consciousness. The prisoners were still there, but there were no guards. Not that any of us could have escaped what we were in. I figured that smiley and his gang were the ones who were to administer this part of my visit, and he had finished work for the day. I also figured that this was to be my bed for the night.
The next morning, for that was what I figured it had to be, a guard came in with a plate of food. He moved the crank to allow me to prop my head up, and removed my gag. He held the plate next to my mouth for me to eat. When this was done he put a cup next to my penis for me to piss into. After I’d done what I could, he gave me that to drink and re-strapped the gag. He held the plate up and motioned to my back side, but I shook my head. I was still constipated. The guard finally cranked me back to my strenuous stretched out position.
I heard guards, or the same one multiple times, doing the same to the prisoners in the room. Then all was quiet again.
In a few hours, smiley and his gang came in. He greeted me with “Amigo!” I didn’t feel like his friend, but he thought I was his. They released me from the rack, pulling the boards from my back since they had come up with me when I got up, and took me over to a winch and attached my cuffed ankles to it. They started raising it up until my head was off the floor. My hands were cuffed behind me. They pulled a strap around my arms above my elbows and screwed chatlet cuffs onto my wrists, hands palm-to-palm. Then they removed the regular hand cuffs that had been on, as well as the strap.
They brought out this huge heavy collar. It was about an inch thick and four inches high, made of steel. They showed me the internal size, which was smaller than I’d told them my neck size is, and remember that I’d told them a smaller size than it actually is. They proceeded to try to put it on me, hanging upside down. It was not easy to do, and took them probably 15 minutes before they finally had closed and locked it. It was crushing my Adams apple, and was choking me. They attached a chain to an embedded ring at the back of the collar and pulled it down to a hook in the floor. They put some muscle into pulling me taut, finally padlocking one of the chain links to the floor.
Now I was upside down with a heavy, tight metal collar locked to the floor putting me in another strenuous stretched out position, my hands in chatlet cuffs which put my shoulders in a stressful, painful position.
Smiley and his friends brought out their assortment of paddles, batons, whips and canes to start beating me with. They soon noticed that my cuffed hands were again in their way, so they got a rope and pulled them down as far as they could go without pulling my arms out of their sockets, tying the rope to the floor.
Smiley and his friends brought out their assortment of paddles, batons, whips and canes to start beating me with. They soon noticed that my cuffed hands were again in their way, so they got a rope and pulled them down as far as they could go without pulling my arms out of their sockets, tying the rope to the floor.
There wasn’t any part of me that could move, other than my chastitied penis, fingers and toes. But just about every part hurt. I had to take every blow that they dished out. And I dared not express any sound lest I incur another demerit. My body was already covered in welts and bruises from previous beatings, but this session just added to those. They finally finished their beating and had to attend to other prisoners. I was left strung up like I was.
Hours later smiley and his friends returned. This time they were not in their guard’s uniforms, but in civilian leathers. They lowered me down from being hoisted upside down, removed the rope from the hand cuffs, and took me over to a leather sleep sack on the floor. It looked too comfortable, and I wondered if it was a day of rest from everything. But when they opened it up and showed me the inside, I knew it was not. The inside was lined with hundreds of little nails. This wasn’t on the list or in the test, and I wondered where it came from. I looked at smiley questioningly, and he had a big smile on his face as he said, “Guard demerit numero uno. Get in.”
This was something I really dreaded having to do, and I hesitated. Smiley’s people just lifted me up and lay me down on the sack. The sleeves had zippers which were opened, and after removing the cuffs but holding fast to my arms, they first placed my arms in the sleeves and zipped them up to my arm pits. Then they zipped up the sack itself, which was a tight fit. The nails immediately started cutting into me. I’d noticed before that when I screamed from the pain when they were torturing me in their civilian leathers, I didn’t earn a demerit. So I figured it was okay to let them hear my displeasure. After I was in the sack, up to my neck, smiley started pulling the external leather straps tightly closed. Then there was the external string which he pulled tightly closed. All of this got the nails to push deeper into me. He brought out a leather hood, which he opened to reveal dozens of tiny nails embedded in it. I let out a gasp when I saw that. Then he showed me the internal gag, which also had nails protruding from it. At least I noticed that there were no nails over the eyes, but this would be bad enough to experience. He proceeded to put the gag in my mouth, my head in the hood, pulled the strings tightly closed and pulled the strap tightly closed at the neck. I now had tiny nails literally sticking into my entire body. My penis tried to get hard, which caused the internal spikes in the chastity to dig in further as well.
They attached a hoist to my ankles and winched me into the air. Soon I felt myself being beaten again with the paddles and batons. Each beating forced the nails further into my skin. I was screaming my head off. Finally they stopped the beatings and said “Buenos noches”. I didn’t get any sleep that night. And I knew I was going to have lots of scars from this. But this was one of the three demerits, with still two yet to go. The dread of what that might be kept me awake as much as the pain did.
The next morning I was lowered and removed from the sleep sack. The cuffs were put back on. The gag was still strapped on. But my butt plug was removed. I was so tired from the experience that I couldn’t put up any resistance if I’d wanted to. My mind was unable to focus on what was happening. I was fed and emptied as usual.
Then I was helped to stand on my feet. I heard a familiar voice order me to attention and to start marching. It was smiley. He was back in his guard’s uniform.
I was marched to another cell. This was the one with the big dude. Smiley looked at me and said, “Guard demerit numero dos”. The cell door was opened and I was marched in. I saw the big guy’s eyes light up when he saw me. He had cuffs on his wrists behind his back and on his ankles like all the other prisoners. When I was in the cell and the guards had gone outside, locking the door, he didn’t come over to me but instead started maneuvering himself over to the cell door. There the guard unlocked the padlock on his ankles. Then the prisoner maneuvered around to place his cuffed hands next to the door, and the guard unlocked those. Finally he pushed himself around, and pushed his chastited penis at the guard, who unlocked his chastity device.
The guy got up, got a big smile on his face, and started walking over to me. His penis had to be about 10 inches long, and it was now erect. I knew I was in for it. I now understood why my butt plug had been removed. The guards were lined up outside the cell to watch, and started hooting and hollering words of encouragement to the big guy.
The guy took a good look at me, at all the scars and bruises. Then he stepped back and punched me in the stomach. That blow knocked me off my feet and sent me flying against the bars. The guards let out a cheer. I was dazed. The guy walked over, picked me up, and threw me down on the cot, face down. Then he got over me from behind. He didn’t work fingers into my ass, or prepare it in any way. He just thrust his 10 inches in and started moving it in and out, rocking back and forth.
I knew it was coming, so I steeled myself not to let out any noise. I’d had cocks in my rear end before, most recently Alexander’s during the test, but nothing as massive as this one. It felt like my rear end was going to explode. He reached my prostate, and I tried getting hard, not possible with the chastity still on. But this wasn’t an enjoyable experience. It was brutal rape, pure and simple. The guy was loving it, and the guards were loving it. I sure wasn’t.
Finally the guy exploded into my butt. On and on he went. He probably hadn’t been able to erupt in many days, considering how much there was pent up that he let out. Finally he was finished, and plopped down onto me. The guy had a big, pleasurable smile on his face. I found myself crying. I hadn’t done that in years, not since I was a child.
The cell door opened, and with guns drawn, they put cuffs back on the guy and put the chastity back on him. The guy now had a hurt look on his face as he saw my reaction. He was pulled off me and taken to the side of the cell while I was pulled back onto my feet and marched out. I was marched out of the cell and down to my cell, marched in, and laid down on my cot. My cell mate was still not there. I dropped off to sleep almost immediately from sheer exhaustion. My last thought before falling asleep was that there was still one more demerit yet to be worked off. Since smiley differentiated the guards’ demerits from the one incurred by the play room guy, I figured I was going to be seeing Hans again, and figured I knew what I would be experiencing there.
Part 6
When I woke up the next morning I had a severe pain in my butt. I realized it was from the butt plug hitting the areas that had been stretched by the big guy when he raped me. I’d forgotten where I was and what had happened, but the pain brought it all back to me. I also noticed that I still had the cuffs on wrists and ankles, plus the big plug gag. I looked around for my cell mate, but he wasn’t there. Soon I heard the familiar sound of metal plates being sent into cells, and started getting ready for my daily morning feed and emptying. I figured my cell mate was still being tortured, and wondered what was in store for me today. I decided that whatever it was I had no choice but to quietly go along with it. I was becoming that acquiescent prisoner they were working toward.
After the morning feeding and emptying I heard guards coming. They came up to my cell and unlocked it. I looked up and saw three guards each holding a bunch of chains. I now knew what was next. I’ve always liked being put into bondage with rope and leather, but I’ve hated chains. It must have shown up on my testing. Before long my ankles were wrapped in chains, my legs above the knees as well, chains were connecting my ankles to my cuffs in a tight hogtie, heavy chains were wrapped tightly around my stomach and chest, a long chain was wrapped tightly several times around my neck, another chain had been connected to the chain around my neck and had been pulled up and over the overhead beam to be connected to the back, pulling me up to rest on my knees, and another chain was wrapped around my neck with weights attached to it that were draped down my back side. Smiley was in charge of this again. As the guards finished and were leaving, he smiled and said, “adios, amigo”.
I wondered how long I was going to be kept this way. I figured I was becoming the main entertainment for the other prisoners in the cells. In my journeys around I hadn’t seen any of them constrained like this. It became another day of enduring severe bondage.
Later that day my cell mate was returned. He hardly looked at me when he came back. He looked like he had been through some severe punishment. He just went to his cot and soon fell fast asleep.
The next morning I was still strung up in chains, so could not eat or empty out. My cell mate was able to get his fill and empty out, but immediately afterward went back to lie down on his cot. I figured they must have done quite a number on him.
Later Smiley and his goons came by with their batons. They let my cell mate have it, but they didn’t hit me. Instead they checked to see if the chains were tight enough, and tightened them where they could. One place they tightened was to lift me higher off the floor. It was difficult for my knees to find a place on the floor where they could touch.
When the goons came back, they checked on me again and found that my knees were off the floor, but I was still conscious, since the pressure wasn’t enough to tighten the chain around my neck. So smiley lifted me into the air about a foot off the floor. He said something to the guard in Spanish when he left. I figured he wasn’t sure I would stay conscious like that, and told the guard to check periodically to make sure I was still conscious. Somehow I managed to maintain consciousness, which was probably unfortunate, since they kept me that way.
I couldn’t sleep that night. My muscles were aching something awful from being in the tight, cramped position for that long. Later that night smiley came in carrying something, and let me down. It was a cage. He kept me in the chains I was in, put me into the cage as I was, chained me to the six sides of the cage, and hoisted the chain connected to my neck back up so that I was now in the cage a foot off the floor. It was a tight fit in the cage. I wondered what kind of material the cage had been made from. It couldn’t be metal, because the extra weight I was now supporting didn’t seem to weigh that much. I also wondered how long this was going to go on.
The next morning at feeding and emptying time, they fed my cell mate as usual and came in to feed me while in the cage. They went through the usual process of feeding and emptying. When they removed the butt plug and held the plate under me, I must have left some of it on the cage bars, because I smelled it the rest of the day. At least I was no longer constipated.
The chains started digging into my body. I had long since lost feeling in my extremities, and wondered if gangrene was going to set in. Finally, later in the day, they lowered me down, took me out of the cage, and removed the chains from the lower part of my body, removing the padlock from my ankle cuffs and helped me up onto my feet. It took some time before I was able to stand on my own. Then they started marching me off, all other chains connected to my upper body, with one of the guards holding the rest of the chain that had been holding me up off the floor. I had no idea where I was being taken, but could make a good guess.
When I got to the torture room, I realized I had guessed right. I wondered what was next for me. They took me to that little metal cage. They first attached the padlock to my ankle cuffs and put the chains around my ankles and my knees as before, as well as chaining my wrists to my ankles in a tight hogtie. Then they pushed me down so that my chest was on my knees and pushed me into the cage. It was a tighter fit than before due to the extra chains, but they managed to get me in. Then they attached a winch to the chain end which they’d brought along that had been used to pull me up, and hoisted me and the cage into the air with that. I was up about three feet off the floor. They started attaching a lot more chains to any part of me or a loose chain that was near a side of the cage so that I was tightly attached to the cage. Soon I couldn’t move any part of me.
Then I heard them bring something over to put underneath me. They came from a different direction, so I couldn’t see what it was. After it was in place, they lowered me down. I soon realized it was a bunch of nails sticking up. I was now resting on nails again. They left me there like that and went to attend to other prisoners. Every so often they would come back and jiggle the cage, or raise me so they could reposition the nails, then lower me again. It was difficult, but I managed to not make a sound.
After an hour or so of this, they raised me and pulled the nails aside, and brought something else over. After they lowered me again, I realized that this was probably a series of candles, and that I was now positioned over a series of burning candles. I started smelling my hair burning, and started feeling my flesh heating up. Before I could catch fire, but after I’d heated up pretty good, they removed that, lowered me to the floor, and picked up the candles to start dripping hot wax through the top part of the cage. That hurt a lot. I knew not to make a sound, though.
Finally they put the hot wax aside and tipped the cage over so that it was resting on a different side. Then they lifted it up and started the process again with the nails protruding into me on a different side of the cage. This went on until they had completed the process on all six sides.
Again, it was all I could do to keep from screaming from the pain. I had to have been there being tortured like that for at least eight hours. At last I was just raised back up into the air and kept like that for a period of time to recuperate. My muscles were quite upset at being kept cramped and confined in that position, but there wasn’t anything I could do. I couldn’t move anything.
At last they came by and lowered me down. Four of them picked up the cage, one on the front and back of each side, and carried me over to what looked like a metal safe. They strapped a gas mask on my head with a long hose attached to it. They unlocked the safe to reveal another cage of the size I was in with another guy in it who also had a gas mask attached. Smiley pushed a button, which lifted up the top shelf which had been resting on the top of the cage. The four guys proceeded to remove the guy from the safe. He was shaking like a leaf and sobbing uncontrollably. I figured he must suffer from claustrophobia.
After he was removed, they put me in the safe, connecting my hose to a hole that accessed the outside to some bubbler bottles which were mostly filled with water. Then they lowered the shelf down to where it was resting on the top of my cage, and they closed and locked the safe door.
So there I was, locked inside a thick metal safe. It was pitch dark, I couldn’t move a muscle, and there was no sound that penetrated those thick walls. I figured at least I could yell all I wanted to, except for that big plug gag I had on. All I could do was wait it out. I was getting a little panicky, and decided this was not good, since I knew I was going to have a long time in there, so I might as well just relax and accept it. Fortunately, I had no trouble breathing through the gas mask, though I had to put some effort into forcing the air through the water in the bubbler bottles, which was not easy since there was little room for my chest to expand.
I was in that safe for hours, but how many I had no idea. It was like being buried alive somewhere. You start fantasizing about the walls closing in on you. You begin wondering if you will ever be let out. After a while your life starts flashing before you. You start wondering if this is it, the end of your life, and you begin to think of all the things you’d planned to do with your life but wouldn’t be able to do. It was a time of major reflection for me.
I also thought of everything that had been done to me so far in the way of punishment, and what else lay ahead of the items I had reacted to. And finally I was trying to drop off to sleep, though it was quite difficult considering the position I was in.
I woke up to the door to the safe being opened. Hans was there. He unstrapped my gas mask and gag so that I could talk. He asked me “how are you enjoyink ze punishment so far? What are ze main ones zat you’ve hated?”
I didn’t tell Hans what I hated most, not wanting to have my stay filled with those. But I figured I finally had a chance to explain how I had gotten into this. I told him, “I was drunk when I filled out the form asking for maximum punishment. I was thinking I was superman and could take anything you could dish out. In my sober state I know better. This was all a mistake.”
He replied, “Too late now. Ve are required as part of ze agreement between zis facility und ze government to fulfill ze instructions ve had been given in writink, notarized as zey vere. And remember zat ze form stated zat ve are required to ignore any pleas to slacken ze punishment.”
He didn’t have to remind me. I thought about that every day.
Hans further said “our objective viss all prisoners is to make zem acquiescent, accepting of any and all punishment, cravink more. But since you believe zat zey vere not supposed to be administered, as you have just told me, zen ve have not achieved our objective as yet, and should probably step up ze intensity.”
At hearing this I exploded. “What you are doing is so much more intense than most human beings could tolerate. It’s cruel and sadistic. If you up it any more it would probably kill me.”
Hans replied “Zat vould be too bad, but it happens to a lot of ze prisoners. Remember, you are to be treated just like any osser maximum security prisoner, and a lot of zem die from ze treatments zey are given. But as long as you are still rebellious and not acquiescent, ve have to keep punishink you until you are. Ve need to strip you of your identity and turn you into a bondage slave who craves severe punishment.”
Then I started to get a little worried. “I’ve only signed up for a month of this.”
“You didn’t read ze entire contract. It states zat it is up to us vether to release you after your time period, zat ve can keep you here longer. If you haven’t turned into a bondage slave accepting of ze punishment and cravink more, ve keep you here until you are.”
“But you can’t do that.”
“Ve can do viss you vhatever ve vant. You haff no control or say over anyzink. You are in Guatemala, not ze United States. American laws do not apply here.”
With that he strapped the gag back on me, closed the door, and left.
I was sweating big time after that conversation. I suddenly realized that I was in a big time predicament. I had a lot to think about.
In a couple of hours Smiley and his goons were back. They pushed the button to lift the lid covering me and removed the cage from the safe. But it was just to feed me and to empty me out. When they finished that, Smiley put his fingers over my nostrils, and not being able to give any indication of when I was about out of air, since I couldn’t move anything, I soon passed out.
When I woke up I was extremely disoriented. Nothing seemed right. I didn’t know if I’d died and was walking down that proverbial long tunnel toward a white light that people talk about. Finally I realized that I was back in that cage in the safe again, trying to breathe through the gas mask. Apparently my breathing had changed outside, because it was now harder to get air through the bubbler bottles. They must have made them much bigger and fuller than before. It was all I could do to force my lungs to breathe air through all that water. True to his word, Hans had upped the intensity.
Part 7
Finally after what seemed like a lifetime in there, struggling for air, I was let out of the safe. I was also removed from the tiny cage, after they removed all the chains that had been attaching me to it. Then I was let out of the chains that had been on me. The guards that had been doing this turned me over to the cleaning crew to be marched down for my 1 minute shower, weekly milking and drink of water. It took some time for me to be able to stand, let alone walk, let alone march. All I had on were my ankle cuffs with chain, hand cuffs, and plug gag. I almost felt naked. Actually, I was, except for the restraints, the butt plug, the tit clamps and the chastity. As I was led past the big guy’s cell he started rattling the bars. He obviously wanted me back.
When the cleaning was over, I was put back into the other restraints and gear, except for one item. The belt was left open on my butt end and no butt plug was put in. I was getting nervous about what was going to happen next.
Sure enough, when I was returned to the cells, I wasn’t put into my regular one, but instead, I was put into the one with the big guy. His eyes expressed his pleasure at seeing me. But after leaving me there, the guards left. So I wasn’t there for a show, to work off any demerits. This was now to be my new cell.
There was a problem. There was only one cot in the cell. I figured I was going to have to sleep on the floor. But the big guy came up to me and started pushing me over to the cot. After I lay down on it, he lay down on it next to me. I noticed that it was much bigger than the cot I’d had before.
With our hands cuffed behind us, and with plug gags strapped on, there wasn’t much we could do. We were also both in chastity. I wondered when that would be changed for him. I had no illusions about why I was placed in this cell with access to my butt. It was part of the stepping up process Hans had told me.
Soon Smiley was by and motioned to the big guy to come over to the door. He didn’t take a lot of coaxing. Smiley removed the guy’s chastity, and walked away. The guy came back over to me and lay down next to me. His cock was again erect. I turned over to face him. He motioned down to my butt, but I shook my head no. He just shrugged his shoulders and got up to walk up to the front of the cell. I was surprised. I didn’t expect him to take my opinion into any account. No one else did here, other than my previous cell mate. I had to think about this.
Finally I decided that I needed a powerful friend in this prison, and that this guy could be the one. So I got up and walked over to him (they hadn’t padlocked the cuffs on our ankles). I motioned down to his cock, which was still erect, and motioned down to my butt, and nodded yes. He lit up, and we both walked over to the cot and lay down. Soon he was in me, much slower this time. He kept looking at me for my reaction, and took it easy when he could see that I was starting to be in pain. Finally he started entering in and out, and I was starting to get into it as well. After a few thrusts, he ejaculated.
I was expecting him to remove his cock from my butt afterwards, but he kept it in. After all the weeks with that big butt plug in, I was used to something big in there, though his cock was bigger than the butt plug. But my butt had stretched after the first time he’d raped me, so it was accepting of it now. In a couple of hours, he started thrusting again, and soon ejaculated again. And again, he left it in there. I figured that I was going to have to get used to always having his cock in my butt when I was in the cell with him.
We slept that way at night. When morning came, and the sound of the metal plates being shoved into the cells started waking us up, we both got up and walked over to the cell door. The guard was surprised to see us like we were. But we both just ate and emptied out as usual, and returned to the cot, my back toward him. Almost immediately his cock was in my butt again.
Later that day, the guards came to take the big guy down to the torture room. It took a bunch of them to do that. He was fighting them all the way. After they left, Smiley and a couple of other guards came into my cell with chains and started chaining me up again. This time they stood me up, put chains around my ankles after padlocking them, chains around my legs above my knees, chains around my stomach and cuffed arms behind, chains around my neck with a weight attached hanging down my back, and a chain noose hooked up to go over the beam overhead and tied padlocked behind. I was forced up to my tiptoes, and left that way.
By now I was so used to being in chains, and being hung up by a noose, that it didn’t faze me. My reaction to this was pretty blasé. My butt plug was still not in, and the belt was open, and there was room behind me, so I figured that they expected the big guy to enter me while I was strung up there. But by now that was also nothing special to me, after the many times he had entered me in the past day.
Day came, and went. The big guy didn’t return. The guards noticed that I didn’t seem to mind being strung up in the chains. This seemed to bother them. The next morning, they let me down just prior to the morning feeding and emptying. I was left with just my hands cuffed behind my back, the plug gag strapped on, and my ankles padlocked. It was the standard prisoner garb.
After the morning feeding and emptying, Smiley and a couple of other guards came into my cell again. This time they had some different gear and a couple of short ropes. They put a heavy 4 inch high metal collar on me which was tapered, so tight at the top it was pressing into my neck. I had trouble breathing. It had a ring at the back of the top part.
They put a rope around each of my wrists, undid the hand cuffs, and started pulling each of my wrists up behind my back. They took their time, and finally got them close enough to my neck to put them in a reverse prayer position. They screwed chatlet cuffs onto them, a pair that had an attached ring, and padlocked the ring from the cuffs to the ring at the back of that huge, heavy collar. With that, they left.
My arms wanted to lower, but if they did, it would start to strangle me, cutting off my air. I was free to move around the cell, but I had to be constantly careful. If I just relaxed at all, my arms would start to lower and I would start to strangle. Several times my air was completely cut off, and I had to find a place to rest my elbows to push them back up. This was the worst position I’d been in since I’d been at this hell-hole of a prison. Time slowly ticked away. There was no place I could simply sit and rest my elbows on. The side of the cot was not the right height. The horizontal bars at the sides of the cell were not the right height. And there was nothing else. Each of these would work as a temporary relief spot, but I couldn’t stay there for long. And when I’d leave, my elbows would start to drop again, and I would start to strangle again.
Every so often Smiley, or one of his guard friends, would stop and look at my discomfiture. Smiley would always get a big smile on his face when he saw what difficulty I was in with this. I would even notice a growing bulge in the front of his pants when he would see me struggle.
That was another problem I was having. My penis also wanted to rise as a result of the predicament I was in. With the belt loosened, it was able to move the metal chastity device up. This caused the spikes from the cock ring to bite in, and caused me quite a bit of pain. My penis had always gotten excited and hard when my breath was cut off, and the position I was in was causing that to happen with great regularity. And my shoulders were aching something terrible. I wondered if I would survive my imprisonment here.
After several hours of this the guards brought the big guy back. He had been away for two days, and had been beaten severely. He must have put up a great struggle, not wanting to be away while I was in his cell. They had left the belt down at my back, so he had free entry when his chastity was off. But at the time he was returned, his chastity was on. We looked at each other. I could see what the guards had done to him, and he could see the position I was in. But there wasn’t anything either of us could do to help each other.
I was constantly having to shuffle around the cell to either find a position to support my elbows, or to get out of the temporary relief position I would be in. He was trying to rest and get some sleep after his treatment, and my shuffling was preventing him from doing so. He was starting to get annoyed at me. That’s the last thing I wanted to have happen, but I had to keep moving to stay alive. Finally he sat down on the floor on all fours and motioned for me to come rest my elbows on his back. This was the right height to support my elbows, and in a position that I could maintain. He was able to start getting some sleep in this position, so we both got what we needed.
When Smiley came by and saw us, he was not pleased. He got a few more guards, and they removed me from the cell, taking me to my original cell. So I was back to my original dilemma. Smiley was pleased again. He stood watching me for at least 15 minutes after I had been moved. I noticed the bulge appearing again at the front of his pants.
I got almost no sleep that night. I couldn’t take the risk of falling asleep, relaxing, and strangling myself. Finally morning came, and it was time for feeding and emptying. I was kept in that position, and feeding was extremely difficult. I had to make an effort to keep my elbows up. It was not easy. Pissing was also extremely difficult. My penis wanted to do other tasks than to piss. But I managed. Thinking back on it, I don’t know how I was able to survive that, but I managed. My attitude had become one of ‘if I can survive this then I can survive anything’. I was determined to make it for however long they had me in this. But my body ached something terrible.
At last, toward the end of that next day, I was taken out of that terrible position. When Smiley removed the collar and the cuffs, he wrote on them ‘08641’, showing them to me. I didn’t know what that meant. Was this going to be made a present for me when my time was up? Was I going to be placed in them again? Or did it mean that they would always be kept for me? I didn’t know what to make of it.
I was returned to the standard prisoner garb, and returned to the cell with the big guy. Soon his penis was in my butt, and we slept together again that way that night. I wondered what other torture they would come up with for me. But after that last session, I was ready for whatever it was. Plus my stay had to be coming to an end soon. The cleaning sessions were done at the end of each week, and I’d already had three of them.
The next morning, after feeding and emptying, the guards came for me again. They had a thick, cloth bag with a draw-string which they put over my head, pulling the draw-string tight. The bag had no holes for air. They undid the padlock on my ankles, and started leading me down the hall toward the torture room. I wasn’t able to make it all the way before I passed out from lack of air.
When I came to the bag was not on, the guards noticed I was conscious again, and once again put the bag over my head, pulling the draw-string tight, and we resumed our walk down the hall. We went into the torture room, and I was taken to a recess in the floor. I was lowered down and had my ankles and wrists attached to some restraints on the sides of the recess. I had straps put around my body in various spots, with these also attached to the sides of the recess. Soon I wasn’t able to move my body. And all the time I had the bag on my head, unable to draw breath. I passed out again before I was completely secured.
When I came to again, my head was a little above the level of a floor which had been placed over the recess. I had on a metal hood which had a metal tongue suppressor, but which kept my mouth open. The metal hood covered my nose and eyes, so I could only breathe through my mouth. I tried moving other parts of my body, but was unable to do so. Not having been able to see with that bag over my head, and now with the metal hood, I assumed from the feel of what happened that I was secured into a hole in the floor with my head sticking out with only my mouth accessing the outside. All I could do was wait and see what happened.
Soon I felt something in my mouth. It would slide in, then out, then back in, then back out. The motions were increasing in speed. I knew what it was. Someone was about to ejaculate. They soon did, and I could feel the cum going down my throat. I was having trouble breathing, and had to control my gag reflex, as well as calm myself down, and wait for the guy’s penis to be removed so I could breathe again. After he had finished, he removed it and I could breathe again.
But it was only temporary, as another soon replaced it. This went on, and on, and on. I figured all the employees at the facility were using me to get their rocks off. And I figured that with the time that had been passing, some of the first ones would soon be ready to have another go at me, if they hadn’t already done so.
I lost count of how many guys I serviced. It was hours before I had a break from this. And no sooner did the last guy finish when that bag was put back over my face again with the draw-string pulled tight. Soon I passed out again. When I came to, the bag was still there, but the draw-string was not pulled tight, so some air got in. But before long, it was removed, only to be replaced with another hard penis. This must have been the shift change. I had another several hours of servicing hard cocks.
After a few more hours, after all the cum I’d taken in, I had to take a leak. But I remembered having been warned when I first checked in to the prison that I had to hold it in until the morning emptying, or incur another demerit. I didn’t have to think about it for long. The long line of hard cocks ended, the bag was placed over my head again with the draw-string pulled, and I passed out again. When I awoke, it was there, but loose to provide air. I wondered if I’d been asleep.
Soon, it was removed and another long line of hard cocks had to be serviced. Another shift change. This lasted for another several hours. My bladder was really full. I had to focus my attention on not pissing. Finally, half-way through this last group, my bladder just couldn’t take any more, and I had to piss. I hoped they wouldn’t notice.
When this group finished, the bag was placed back over my head again, and I heard and felt them start to release me from the restraints holding me in the recess. They hadn’t finished when I passed out again. When I came to, they had removed my metal hood, but had the bag back in place, though loose. When they noticed I’d regained consciousness, they drew the draw-string closed again, and continued releasing me from the restraints holding me into the recess. They were sniffing with their noses, so I suspected that they noticed that I’d pissed.
Finally released, they pulled me out and started walking me back to my cell. I again wasn’t able to make it back to my cell before I passed out. When I came to, the guards noticed I was conscious again, and pulled the draw-string tight again on my hood before continuing the journey. Finally I heard the cell door open, I was let in, my ankle cuffs were padlocked, the bag was removed, and the guards left, closing and locking the cell door behind me. When I looked back at them, Smiley had a big smile, pointed at my penis, and said, “numero dos”. He knew that I hadn’t held it. That now made two demerits that hadn’t been worked off yet. I wondered when they would be, and what form it would take.
I got down on my knees and shuffled over to the cot. The big guy was still asleep with padlocks on his ankle cuffs, as I also had. Soon the metal plate sounds started becoming apparent, the big guy woke up, saw me and got a big smile on his face. We both shuffled over to the opening at the bottom of the cell to again await our food, and our emptying. I wondered what was next for me.
To be continued …
Part 8
They took it easy on me the rest of that day. They knew what an ordeal I had just been through and that I needed some time to recuperate. The big guy and I spent the day as usual, on the cot with his cock in my rear end, shooting off every few hours.
The next morning, after the usual feeding and emptying, the guards again took me away to the torture room. And as before, they put the bag over my head and pulled the draw-string tight to cut off my air. After passing out on the way, as before, I was finally taken in and stood. My cuffs were removed and my wrists were cuffed to an overhead beam. They were pulled up and apart as far as they could go. Then I felt something attach itself to my ankles, and they started being winched up. Before they got to where they were going, I passed out again.
When I regained consciousness, the bag was off and I could see. My legs were cuffed to the ends of another bar behind me, and my body was hanging between the two beams, supported by my hands and ankles, which were hurting. The guards were just finishing attaching wires to me. I looked down and noticed wires attached to my tits, my chastitied penis, one leading behind me which I assumed was attached to my butt plug, and one to my collar. I knew what that meant. It was electro time.
In front of me was the machine that would be dishing out the electricity. Smiley was at the controls. Soon they were ready. He set the readings at a little above medium. He first tested the tits. When he sent a jolt of electricity, I reacted. He nodded, and turned that one off. Then it was time for my chastitied penis. Again I reacted, and he turned that one off. Likewise he tested my butt plug and my collar. They were all in working order.
He started off with random jolts to my tits. After a couple of minutes, he would up the level. Soon I started to yell into my gag. At that point he made a notation in a little log book he kept, and turned that off. He turned to me and said “no worry. No demerit for this.” Then he started on my chastitied penis, and again went through the progression. He seemed to know when I was faking the yelling, so that didn’t do any good. After he had found out the level that would elicit real pain in me, he got a big smile, nodded to his cohorts, and started in.
Of course, he would start at the intense level, and increase it. He would vary the parts of my body that would receive the jolts, and he would vary the occurrences, and he would vary the intensities. I never knew what he was going to be doing next, so I couldn’t plan for it. I’d had electric torture before, but never as long, as intense, and as randomly done as this session was. I was sweating buckets in that heat. I didn’t think I had that much moisture still in me. Eventually I started getting hoarse with all the yelling I did into my gag.
This session went on for hours without any breaks. Finally, Smiley’s shift was over, and he turned off the equipment. But I was left where I was for the night, spread eagle in the air, all the wires in place. My wrists and ankles were quite sore from all my weight being suspended from them. I had to try to get some sleep, but it was not the best position in which to do so.
I did manage to get some shut-eye in before Smiley returned the next morning. By then my wrists and ankles were numb. He immediately set about making sure that none of the connections had come loose during the time he was gone. They were all still in good working order. I went through another 8 hours of electric torture. They also attached wires to some of my muscles, and they got a workout as well. But it was my tits, penis and butt which got the bulk of the shocks. By the time that session was over, I was a wreck. I wondered whether I’d be able to have sex again. And my nerves were shot.
When they let me down, I collapsed and couldn’t move. That didn’t faze them. I figured they were used to that. They just put me in my normal prisoner garb again, put the bag over my head with the draw-string pulled, helped me to my feet, and started taking me back down the hall to my cell. Again, I passed out before getting there, so they waited for me to regain consciousness before resuming the trip. After I got back, had the bag removed and my ankles padlocked, I hardly had the strength to move over to the cot. The big guy helped me, and when up on the cot, I immediately passed out into a deep slumber.
After the next morning’s feeding and emptying, the cleaning crew came for me for my weekly shower, milking and drink of water. I was surprised that I was still able to produce cum after all the electric shocks I’d had to endure the previous two days.
But after getting cleaned, I got another surprise. They put me back into the restraints that I was wearing when I arrived, the boots, the collar, the Darby cuffs, the pole, but not the blindfold. I figured that meant that I was finally finished with this hell hole and would be returning home. My spirits immediately started lifting.
After all the gear was put back on, a couple of the guards came by and marched me to another room. My pole was locked onto a wall restraint, and I was kept standing there for about a half hour. Finally a guy walked in who looked like he was in charge of the prison. The other guards who were with me certainly came to a snappy attention when he entered the room.
He addressed me. “Prisoner 08641, you are being discharged. Your sentence is complete. You are now to begin your probation.” I had been looking forward to finishing my stay and torture. I wondered what being on probation would mean. I recognized the guy’s voice as the one who greeted me initially, saying he was the commandant of the prison. He continued, “This is how all our prisoners are treated when their sentence is complete.”
The guy went on “Prisoner 08641, the Guatemalan government has an exchange agreement with the American government. Any American prisoner who has been released from the Guatemalan maximum security prison is to have a guard from that prison accompany him and live with him in his home during his probation. This reduces the expense to the American government. The prisoner is required to pay the expenses of the Guatemalan guard. You will have one of our guards accompany you and live with you at your home.
Your probation is to last one year. You are permitted to work during your probation, but when not at work, your guard will keep you restrained as you have been here in this prison, at least, as best as we will be able to do in your home.”
On hearing this, I let out an involuntary gasp into my gag. The guy immediately barked at me, “You are to remain silent!” Then he continued “In order to keep you restrained, some of the restraints that you have been using here will be taken with the guard back to your home to have available. On the trip back you will wear what you have on now. Other restraints will be purchased in America at your expense.” After he said this, he looked over at the guard standing aside who held up the chains and rope noose that I’d had on. It was Smiley, and he had a big smile on his face.
“And the guard who will accompany you will have noticed special restraints during your stay here which you have particularly not enjoyed. These will also be taken by him to put you in.” With that, Smiley held up the heavy collar and chatlet cuffs that he had written ‘prisoner 08641’ on.
Just as I was thinking that when I got back to the U.S., I wasn’t going to go along with this, the guy said “In case you plan to not allow our guard into your home to enforce this probation, that will be considered a violation of your probation. In that case, the American government will assist us in having you returned here to this prison for a longer stay than you have been here for. I would not advise you to do this. In addition to returning you here, we would have to inform your employer that you have been incarcerated in a maximum security prison and are being returned to continue your sentence due to a violation of your probation. If you do not violate your probation, there will be no need to inform your employer.
After your year probation is finished, if there are no further violations, the guard will return here. But you will be required to return here for a two week stay once a year for the next ten years, all at your expense. Should you not do so, it will again be considered a violation of your probation, and the severe penalties will again apply.
The guard who will be accompanying you will be Juan Rodriguez, whom you have met.” He looked over at Smiley, who nodded and smiled. “You still have two demerits which have not been worked off yet. Senor Rodriguez prefers to do that at some time while at your home. You will have that to look forward to.” At that, Smiley got a big smile on his face, as well as a bulge at the front of his pants.
“Guards, take the prisoner out to the waiting van to return him.”
The two other guards snapped to attention, heels clicking, and proceeded to unhook my pole from the wall and march me out through a couple of gates to where I was first admitted to the facility. Smiley came behind carrying a couple of suitcases.
As before, when I got into the van, there were a few gasps. Smiley came along as well, and took care of securing me to the van. I certainly had a lot to think about on the long van ride to the changing facility.
When we got to the changing facility, I was kept secured in the van. Smiley got off and returned with my little carry-on case that contained my belongings. He started going through them, and removed several items which he placed in his pockets.
When we got to the airport, I was released from the van and taken into the airport, still in restraints and attached to the metal pole. Smiley accompanied me in his guard uniform which said “Maximum Security Prison” on the back. We certainly got a lot of stares from the others in the airport.
Smiley gave the airplane tickets to the attendants, including the one I’d paid for, and told them that he was escorting a prisoner back to the United States, giving them papers to review. All the time in the airport terminal I was kept in the restraints, the metal pole, cuffs and gag. The blindfold had been removed at the changing area. A lot of other passengers were looking askance at me and avoiding me. We went to a special waiting area, and I was still kept in the restraints, just like any normal prisoner. My ankles were padlocked together until it was time to board the plane.
On the airplane I was still kept in my restraint garb, the ankle cuffs padlocked by Smiley, who sat next to me and strapped me into my seat. With the gag in, I was not able to eat any food or drink any liquid. We sat at the back of the plane, and when it landed, we sat until all the other passengers had departed before we got up and left.
When we got to customs, Smiley again went through the process of bringing back a prisoner, giving them papers to review. The process went quicker than for normal passengers. One of the customs officials took a good look at me, at what I was in, and remarked to his buddy “Now that is how to secure a prisoner when being transported. If Hannibal Lechter had been secured like that when being transported in the movie ‘Silence of the Lambs’ he would not have gotten away.” The other guard replied “but then the movie wouldn’t have been as entertaining. Hannibal the cannibal wouldn’t have been able to have that ‘friend for dinner’.”
Fortunately, I didn’t see anyone I knew, not that they would have recognized me. When Smiley got his luggage, I had to direct him to where my car was parked, even though he was leading me. When we got to my car, he laid me down in the back seat, padlocked my ankle cuffs, and got into the driver’s seat. Somehow he knew how to get to my home.
I have a garage, with a door opener in the car and an entrance into my home from the garage. When we got inside the garage and the door closed, Smiley went into my house and left me in the car. He was quite a while, but finally came out to lead me inside my home, still restrained as I’d been since leaving the cleaning and milking facility at the prison.
Smiley had found my bondage gear, as well as a few of my more interesting gear, such as a small cage, and decided to restrain me further. He set me down on the floor in front of the cage, locked a metal collar on, attached a short chain from the back of my collar, through my padlocked ankle cuffs, and up to attach to my cuffed wrists. I was in a pretty severe hog tie. Then he pushed me into my little cage and padlocked it shut. The pole was sticking out the front. He told me that I would be here until the next morning, that this would be how I would now be kept every night, and to try to get some sleep. Then he went into my bedroom to undress and get into my bed.
This was certainly not how I had envisioned my vacation from my stressful job to be like. While I like to be in severe bondage, this was far, far more than I had envisioned being subjected to. My month vacation still had a couple of days to run. The next morning Smiley brought me a plate of food, which he placed in front of me to eat after opening the door of the cage and removing my gag. He asked me what my work schedule was, and I told him. So he knew that there were a couple of days yet before I had to return to work. He let me out of my restraints briefly to get cleaned up. But he’d found my full body rubber cat suit, and told me that when at home I was to now always be wearing that. He put the restraints back on me over the cat suit.
Later that day I heard him get into my car and leave. He was still dressed in his prison guard uniform. He returned with a lot of clothes. I figured that they were all for him to wear, but I was wrong. Smiley had also gotten a hook which he attached to the ceiling. Soon I was strung up again in a noose on my tiptoes with the big gag back in my mouth and a weight hanging down my back. Periodically Smiley would get his kicks hitting me with a paddle and a cane. At night I would be lowered and placed back in the cage.
When I was finally able to go to work, after doing my morning ablutions and shower, something that Smiley now allowed me to do every morning, Smiley led me out to the garage where he had laid out clothes for me to wear. They were not ones that I recognized as being mine. They were all the size that I’d reported on that form, much smaller than I normally wore. The shirts were heavier than I normally wear, and the suit was a three-piece with a tight vest. The pants were also tight, and I had to be careful not to have the butt plug show. At least the vest covered up the tit clamps.
After I was dressed in the tight fitting clothes, he brought out a form for me to sign. It was a Power of Attorney form. He said that my available cash had just about run out, and he needed to be able to access my checking account to get more. It was still early for me to go to work, so I drove him to a notary to have the form filled out properly. Then I drove him back to my home and left for work.
My boss greeted me with “Welcome back. Those are pretty fancy clothes you’ve got on. You look better now than when you left. It looks like your vacation has improved you. You must have enjoyed it.” I didn’t reply, but just smiled.
It seemed strange to be able to use my hands to feed myself. All my meals at the prison and now at home were with my hands restrained. In fact, it seemed strange to be able to use my hands at all.
My boss soon told me that he’d assigned me to an easier assignment than my previous stressful one. And while doing it I was to mentor a young guy who had joined the company and was to learn the job that I did, since they had need for more than one person in this type of work. When I met the guy, I was surprised. He seemed to have a relationship with my boss that was more than you would expect from a new-hire. And he was very impressed with me.
He told me he liked my clothes, that he wanted to start wearing similar ones, and wanted to know where I’d gotten them. I told him that a guy I was living with at home had purchased them for me, and I didn’t know where he’d gotten them. He asked if he could come home with me and ask him, and I told him that I’d have to first get the guy’s permission for him to do that. I was starting to get nervous at how this was turning out. Later that day my boss came by and told me that the new hire had told him about his wanting to get clothes just like the ones that I wore, and suggested that both of them drop by my house to visit with us both. I told him the same thing that I’d told the new hire, that I’d have to ask the guy at home first.
When I got home and found Smiley waiting for me in the garage, I told him what my boss and the new hire wanted. Smiley agreed to let them come to my house for the four of us to meet. He said that he would act like a normal friend and not as my probation officer, keeping that information from the people I worked with. But I was still uncomfortable with this. After all, there are so many telltale signs at my home if the two should start looking around it. I told Smiley that this was going to be a problem and that I was very uncomfortable with it. He said that after the meeting with the two from work, it was probably time to work off one of the demerits.
So I had two things to worry about that night while I tried getting some sleep, bound as I was in that little cage. To make matters worse, it was a hot day and Smiley chose to keep the air conditioner off, so that I was sweating buckets into my rubber cat suit.
Part 9
The next day I informed my boss and my co-worker that it was on for them to come to my home that evening after work to meet my house mate and ask him where he got my clothes. During the day, my co-worker seemed interested in how I enjoyed wearing such tight clothes and whether it got me sexually excited. He finally asked me if I was gay. When I told him I was, he said he thought so, and that he was too. Then he asked me if my house mate was my dom, and I told him that he was. He told me that my boss was his dom! That gave me some pause, and started me thinking.
Later in the day my boss came by and told me that my co-worker had told him what we’d discussed. He said he was looking forward to meeting my house mate so that they could exchange ideas about how to treat their subs. I just shook my head back and forth and told him that my house mate was probably far too severe for their liking. My co-worker just smiled and said that he liked things to be very severe, which was why he wanted to find out where I got my confining clothes.
They then both said that I must be into bondage. I told them that I was kept constantly in bondage when I was at home. They were surprised to hear this, and both said that they wanted to see all that I was put through. It felt good that it was out in the open about that part of my life to my boss and co-worker, who would obviously keep it quiet from the rest of the people at work, but I was a little concerned that they would want to come by regularly and involve themselves with my probation.
When we arrived at my home that evening, the gear was not set up in the garage as usual. After I had introduced my boss and co-worker to Smiley, I told him that the two were now aware that I was kept in bondage all the time that I was at home, and that they wanted to see what I was kept in. Smiley just said “good”, and went to get the gear that I was normally kept in. So my boss and co-worker got to see me in the rubber cat suit with attached hood, plug gag, collar, and cuffs. They even got to see the tit clamps and chastity after I’d removed my work clothes. My co-worker told my boss that he wanted to be kept the same way at home, with tit clamps and chastity also on when he was at work. My boss just looked at him and got a big smile. He turned to me and said, “Thank you”.
We had dinner that evening which Smiley fixed. My boss and Smiley ate at the table, while my co-worker and I ate off plates on the floor with our hands cuffed behind us. After we finished, we both had our faces cleaned off and had plug gags strapped on. Then Smiley started showing the other two the various gear and devices I had, some of which I’d already experienced there at my home and some of which I hadn’t yet. With each one Smiley would put me in it.
The first hit was when he strung me up by the noose and pulled me up onto my tiptoes. My co-worker immediately wanted to try that. My boss was reluctant, not having had any experience in it. So Smiley pulled the rope up and lifted me into the air until I passed out. When I came to, both my boss and co-worker were very impressed. I tried speaking then, and Smiley removed my gag so that I could. I told them that it takes much exercise to build up a person’s neck muscles so that they can take the weight, that it isn’t just being able to handle the air being cut off, and that I suggested that it would have to be something that my co-worker would have to build himself into before he could try it. My co-worker was disappointed to hear this, but understood.
Then we moved on to other devices and restraints. Smiley strapped my gag back on, and we moved to my little cage. Smiley strapped the pole back on me, put me into the chained hog-tie, and pushed me into the cage, telling them that this is how I am kept every night. Both my boss and co-worker couldn’t believe that I was kept that way every night, and my co-worker told my boss that he wanted to be kept this way every night as well. My boss said that if this was what he wanted, he would try to accommodate him, but it would mean no backing out, but would be permanent. My co-worker immediately agreed to this. I was thinking that he doesn’t realize what he’s getting himself into.
I was left in the cage while Smiley showed the others around, demonstrating other devices. He showed them the one that I particularly didn’t like, the extra tight 4 inch high metal collar with my hands brought up behind me in a reverse prayer position and padlocked to the collar. My co-worker wanted to try that out. Smiley expected that, and told him that if this is what he wanted to try, he would oblige if my boss agreed. My boss was willing, so Smiley put rope loops around my co-worker’s wrists and started the process of bringing them up behind his back and into the reverse prayer position. He finished doing this and screwed the chatlet cuffs on, then brought out the metal collar to put around my co-worker’s neck.
When my co-worker saw the collar he let out a gasp, but was ready to try it on. Smiley had to work it a bit, but not as much as he had to do with me, as my co-worker’s neck is smaller than mine. My co-worker had to lift his head and chin up as high as he could so the collar could be put on. He started having some breathing problems, as I did, and he didn’t even have the plug gag strapped on. Finally Smiley padlocked the two together and stepped back. He then realized that there was one piece missing, and got a plug gag which he strapped on tightly.
My co-worker started having the same problems that I have when in that contraption. His arms started wanting to drop down, and if they do it starts the strangling. Smiley was explaining this to my boss, saying that the person that has this on has to find some place to push his elbows back up to relieve the stress on the neck. My co-worker went over to an arm chair and rested his elbows on the back of the chair to push them up. Smiley said that he was planning to have this on me this coming weekend, if they wanted to stop by to see how extremely difficult it is for long term use. They immediately accepted the invitation. My heart sank as I thought about this, both from having that device back on again and from having the two people from work see me struggle in it.
Smiley removed it from my co-worker. But he left the gag strapped on and the cuffs on my co-worker. We all noticed that there was a noticeable bulge in the front of my co-worker’s pants with a growing wet spot. Smiley got a big smile when he saw that. Smiley took them to other parts of the house to show them more, but they were out of my range of hearing, so I couldn’t hear what else he was showing them. After a while they returned, and my boss said that he thought that store would still be open, so they should get there to get started with the clothes that my co-worker so badly wanted. With that, Smiley removed the cuffs and gag from my co-worker, and they left.
Smiley came over to me and said, “Nice people. Looks like they will be spending a lot of time visiting here.” Then he turned off the lights and left the room. I’d noticed that he was using my computer a lot to surf the internet, so I figured that this is what he was doing now. The house was hot again, and in my rubber cat suit, restrained as I was, it was difficult to sleep. But at least the first of my concerns had passed reasonably well, and I finally dropped off to sleep.
The next day my co-worker arrived dressed similarly to me. He was proud as a peacock. When we were alone he also showed me his chastity and tit clamps. He said that the tit clamps hurt like hell, but he would eventually get used to them. He also said that the chastity was going to take some getting used to. I asked him if his had internal spikes like mine did, and he was immediately taken aback. His obviously did not, and he was thinking about whether he wanted to wear one that did. Before he could decide to do so I told him to get used to wearing the one he had on before moving further into having a spiked chastity. He finally agreed, since it was getting difficult for him to get used to wearing the one he had on.
Work went along reasonably well. My co-worker was bright enough to be absorbing all that I was telling him about what was needed for him to do my job. And the fact that we had another interest as well helped our relationship. It also helped that our boss was aware of this extra relationship. But I was still somewhat apprehensive about this coming weekend’s bondage.
Finally Saturday arrived. After eating breakfast off the plate in front of my cage and having the plug gag strapped back on, Smiley told me it was time to work off one of the demerits. He forced the heavy metal collar into my neck before locking it closed, and started bringing my hands up behind my back to put them in the reverse prayer position. After a while, I was back in my most feared bondage position. I had the padlock off my ankle cuffs, so was able to walk around. I had to periodically find something to rest my elbows on to keep from strangling. Smiley, meanwhile, after watching me for a while, went off to take care of cleaning up the dishes from breakfast and taking care of other matters.
This went on for a couple of hours, me being miserably uncomfortable, when the doorbell rang. Smiley told me to get the door, which I was able to open with my hands by bending down with my back to it. It was my boss and co-worker coming over to see me in my discomfort. My co-worker had on a rubber cat suit like mine with attached hood, metal collar tightly around his neck with a ring in the back, hands behind his back in Darby cuffs, ankles in cuffs with a foot long chain between, and a chain pulled taut connecting the Darby cuffs with the collar, pulling his head back into an always upright position. He had a plug gag strapped on. After they got into the house, my boss padlocked my co-worker’s ankle cuffs together as mine are normally kept when in one spot.
I was walking around, trying to find some position to rest my elbows on to relieve the strain on my neck. The three of them all watched me for a few minutes. Then Smiley brought out a blindfold which he put on me, saying that by now I had to be familiar with where all the objects were in the house for me to find to relieve my stress. I wasn’t expecting this, and panicked a bit at first. But I decided to suppress the panic and think about where places were, and started finding them to relieve the stress. Periodically Smiley would lead me away from one of them to the middle of the room, or to another room, and have me try to find something. It turned into a bit of a game, only with my ability to breathe at stake.
The others were starting to get into the spirit of the game. My boss started taking a turn taking me to another part of the house for me to try to find my way to find something to place my elbows on to relieve the stress. A couple of times I accidentally bumped into my co-worker, since they also moved him around without my knowing it. Once I knocked him over and tripped over him. They helped both of us up and I had to continue my search blindfolded.
After an hour or so of this, Smiley brought out the bag that they had used toward the end of my stay at the prison. He explained that with the draw-string pulled closed it would cut off my air, and that in a minute I would faint. He also said that this was a normal part of our play, that I’d had this done many times. With that said, he put it over my head and pulled the draw string closed as he again pulled me out to another part of the house. I started panicking again. Now I not only had to find a place to rest my elbows on to relieve the stress on my neck, but I had to find some way to release the draw-string on the bag as well.
The first time I actually managed to not only find a place to rest my elbows to avoid strangling myself, but was able to loosen the draw-string to get some air. So Smiley retied the draw-string to make it more difficult to loosen and took me to another part of the house, one I hadn’t been in since I returned from Guatemala. This time I couldn’t find anything to either relieve the stress on my elbows or release the draw-string, and I fainted.
When I came to, the bag was still over my head with the draw-string loosened and my elbows supported. Smiley let me get my wind back and rest a bit before getting me back on my feet, pulling the draw-string tight again, and setting me off on my blind search. I had no idea what part of the house I was in. I again could not find a place to support my elbows or to loosen the draw-string, and fainted. After I regained consciousness, Smiley said that it was time to give me a little rest. He removed the bag and put me restrained as I was in the little cage. He attached chains to my elbows to pull them up to lock them to the cage. He also locked chains around my knees and stomach to the cage, as well as my ankles. I could hardly move a muscle. I was still blindfolded.
My boss apparently removed the padlock from my co-worker’s ankles and also removed the gag from him. He told my boss that he’d also like to be chained in their cage, now that they have one that he spends every night in, and he’d also like to experiment with one of those bags over his head with the draw-string as I’d had done. My boss just said that that kind of play was very dangerous, but if he wanted to try it, he would do his best.
Then my boss told Smiley that he was amazed at the contraption that I had on, and that I was still able to keep up after all this time. He asked Smiley how long he planned to have me in it, and Smiley replied that I was going to be in this the whole weekend. That was certainly news to me, and I let out a gasp. Both of them heard it, and Smiley came over to me and told me that I’d just earned another demerit for that outburst. He told my boss and co-worker that I was not allowed to make any unsolicited sounds, and when I did, it was a demerit. The demerits were worked off with being placed in extremely stressful bondage, which I was in this weekend to work off a previous demerit. On hearing this my boss and co-worker looked at each other, and my boss said, “I think I’ll implement a similar system.”
They left shortly after that. I was still trying to adjust to hearing that I was going to be kept in this awful stressful bondage for the rest of the weekend, and that I’d just earned another demerit. Smiley came over to the cage and said that it was time to get me out again. He removed all the chains and got me out of the cage to resume my walking around again. But this time Smiley brought out his paddle and cane and started periodically beating me whenever I would stop to put pressure to keep my elbows up to relieve the stress on my neck. He would stop when I would start walking around again. Finally, we both noticed that I was able to keep my elbows up without need of any support.
At this point, Smiley took me over to the hook, attached a chain to it and to the hook at the back of my collar, and pulled me up to tiptoes. He left the room, turning off the lights, going to what used to be my bedroom. I figured I was going to be kept like this for the night, which I was. The chain from the hook in the ceiling put enough pressure on my arms to keep them from dropping down, so I was able to get some sleep. The next morning, Smiley removed my gag to feed me after admonishing me not to speak. He also emptied my penis and gave me that to drink. Then he re-strapped the gag and released me from the chain hanging down from the hook. So I was back to having to find a place to support my elbows again, since my muscles weren’t strong enough after the night’s rest to do that on their own.
After a few hours, I was able to keep them up on my own. Soon I was starting to enjoy this bondage position. I was left to roam around my house, and I started exploring. It was the first time I’d been able to do so since returning from Guatemala. Smiley was taken by surprise at first by my ability to maneuver in this stressful position, but he saw the pleased look on my face and realized that I had conquered my most difficult bondage position. So he was pleased as well at my progress. That evening Smiley got his rocks off in my butt. I’d been wondering when that would start happening. It was the first of what was to become a regular process. After servicing the big guy at the prison, I didn’t mind.
Smiley learned that what seemed to get me most aroused was when my breath was cut off. He told me that he would remove my chastity for me to get my rocks off by putting that bag over my head and pulling the draw strings, waiting for me to cum. If I passed out before cumming, he would loosen the draw strings until I regained consciousness, and repeat the process. This would continue until I came. He set the frequency at three times a week, just after he would enter me. I would have preferred to get my rocks off more often, but this was a lot better than being constantly kept in chastity.
When I returned to work the next day, both my boss and co-worker wanted to know the details of what else I’d been through and how it turned out, whether I was indeed kept in that the whole weekend. When I told them that I had been, they just marveled at my ability to endure.
Work progressed. My co-worker had some mood swings as he was having trouble adjusting to being kept every night in that cage and having to wear tit clamps and chastity underneath his rubber cat suit at home and under confining clothes at work. It wasn’t quite the fun time he’d expected after a few months. The two became regular weekend visitors to our home, and sometimes after work as well.
Smiley and my boss became good friends, exchanging ideas. My boss at Smiley’s urging decided to keep both me and my co-worker in bondage during the lunch hour at work. So in addition to being always kept in bondage at home, I now was at lunch time at work. At least I didn’t have to drink piss at work. The only time my hands were now free was when I was working.
Periodically I would find out what devices my boss would try out on my co-worker from little comments he would make. One day it was “I hate that bag”. Another day it was “How long can your shoulders stand having chatlet cuffs on behind your back with your hands palm-to-palm?” He was learning that it isn’t just a bed of roses when you are constantly put in severe bondage.
My life consisted of my bondage at home, my work, Smiley, my boss and co-worker. There was nothing and no-one else in my life. I was no longer able to socialize, being kept in bondage during the lunch hour, and having to go straight home after work. Being on my own to go to work, I could have just left and disappeared, leaving all this punishment behind, though running the risk of having to return to that prison for much more. But I’d become that acquiescent person the prison had tried to make me into, wanting to be kept in bondage, so I just fell into the routine and kept going.
Surprisingly, after several months of this, I was starting to like it and started looking forward to getting home from work. The severe treatment was a lot easier to take in my own home than at that prison. In a way, I was now living in my bondage fantasy world. I was starting to crave the severe punishment just as Hans had predicted. And Smiley would periodically come up with some new type of torture for me.
One Friday night starting the next three-day holiday weekend, Smiley told me that it was time to work off another demerit. He said that he’d gotten an idea from reading a story on the internet entitled “In Custody” on the heavybondage’s blog* site. He decided to replicate the bondage position that prisoner was put in with some additions to the gear I already would have on. He said my boss and co-worker would be by that evening to help restrain me, and that my co-worker would probably want to be similarly restrained. He said that I would be kept this way all weekend while he and my boss enjoyed themselves at a local affair for doms.
I, of course, had no say, and was interested to see what position I would be put into. I knew it would be strenuous, as working off every demerit was. But before my boss and co-worker arrived, Smiley gave me an enema and put a catheter on me. Smiley had been purchasing a lot of equipment, and I guessed that the ones I’d be put into that I hadn’t already owned would have been purchased by him.
Soon my boss and co-worker arrived with the cage that my co-worker is kept in at night. He had been told that he would be in his cage next to me in mine. Then Smiley started putting me into the position described in the story. I was positioned in front of the opened cage. I already had the penis gag strapped tightly over my mouth, the metal collar tightly around my neck, Chatlet cuffs on my wrists with the attached ring, arms extending straight down behind my back, and the hood of the rubber cat suit tightly around my head. Smiley first put a leather strap around my arms above my elbows and pulled it tight so that my elbows were almost touching. He padlocked the cuffs on my ankles and pulled them up to my wrists, padlocking them to the ring at the wrist cuffs. My boss had to help him push me to get my body close enough for the padlock to be put on. I was in a severe hog tie.
Then he brought out a leather arm binder sleeve which he wrapped around my arms above the wrist cuffs and started pulling the strings tight to wrap my arms in. This went up the length of my arms, and the final part was to wrap the strings around both shoulders and tie them under my arm pits. There was an extra leather cover over the strings which was zipped up and padlocked, so that the strings were completely covered. My arms weren’t coming apart.
Next Smiley wrapped some leather around my bent legs which had attached D-rings, and connected ankles to thighs. My legs weren’t moving either. He put a head harness over my head, pulling all the straps tight. Then he put a leather sensory deprivation hood over my rubber hood, head harness and plug gag, pulling the straps tight to cut off hearing, sight, and further restrict speech. I had two different straps around my neck over part of the metal collar. The next part was to attach a chain to the back of an uncovered part of my metal collar and pull it tight to padlock it to the ring attached to my wrist cuffs. My head was pulled painfully back. My collar dug into my neck, and my breathing was becoming difficult.
Finally Smiley, with the help of my boss, moved me into the cage. Smiley then chained my knees to the back of the cage and my collar ring to the front. I couldn’t move anything. He closed and locked the cage. He said that I was to stay like this until Tuesday morning, with no food and drink and no emptying. I wasn’t looking forward to this. Smiley said it wasn’t an exact replication of the story, particularly since the prisoner was to be kept like that for 60 days, but close enough.
My co-worker kept saying, “Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd” as Smiley kept adding more and more restraints. He finally said, “That is the most extreme bondage I’ve ever seen. Can I be kept like that as well this weekend?”
My boss said, “You heard what was said. If you are put into this, you will be kept like that until Tuesday morning. You will get no food, no drink, and will not be emptied out. Do you still want to do that?”
Smiley popped up “I administered an enema before you got here, and put a catheter in as well. If he wants to be kept like this, the same will have to be done.”
My co-worker said, “I’m willing to go through all that. I just want to experience this.”
My boss said, “Very well. Just remember that this was your decision.”
So my co-worker was given the enema, the catheter, and was put in this extreme bondage position as well, being put into his cage alongside mine. I was curious to see how he would be able to take this.
When Tuesday morning came, Smiley let us both out. I was tired from the ordeal, but just went through the normal routine of getting ready to go to work. I’d been through worse at that prison. But my co-worker was too exhausted to do so. He needed some time to recuperate. Our boss had left my co-worker’s clothes at my home for him to get dressed to go to work, but I left him at my home and drove to work without him. He didn’t come to work that day. I was just happy to have worked off another demerit without acquiring another one.
My bondage life continued, being on “probation” from the Guatemalan prison. The prison authorities had me come up with a testimonial for their Bondage Fantasy World site to entice others to opt for the maximum prisoner package. It wasn’t something I would voluntarily do, but I was afraid of what would happen to me if I didn’t. They took a few pictures of me to add. At least the pictures were of me in severe positions, so they would give someone an accurate idea of what to expect.
Smiley, of course, was very pleased with the luxury that he was experiencing at my home, all at my expense. He started making good use of my computer. He’d gotten those extra restraints he’d planned on, ones which I would experience on weekends, as well as more gear, all at my expense, of course. But he was turning into someone that I was enjoying putting me into bondage. I was wondering whether I should offer to keep him here as my permanent dom after the year is up. I think that is what he is hoping for, being easier on me here than in the prison.
Keeping him as my permanent dom was not an easy decision for me to make. If I don’t, he could make it very difficult for me. And if I do, and I sign a contract to that effect, he could also make it very difficult for me, reverting back to the extreme sadist he was at the prison. I still hadn’t worked off that last demerit yet. I still had that hanging over my head, so to speak, even after six months, as well as a two-week return trip to the prison, assuming I don’t screw up and make it a longer stay. Periodically, after spending some time reading a story on the internet, I would catch Smiley looking at me with that big sadistic smile he has, and wondered what torture he’s thinking of putting me through and when it would occur.
So I decided to imagine my life without being kept in bondage at home. I didn’t think I could live that way again like I used to. It was now normal for me to be in bondage. Plus I now looked forward to being in severe bondage. I guess I’d become what that prison wanted to make me become. That realization made my decision obvious. The only question was when I would ask Smiley to move in permanently as my dom.
Then I got hit with one at work. My boss and co-worker asked me where I’d met Smiley, and how I’d come to get into such intense bondage. So I told them about the Bondage Fantasy World web-site, and that I’d opted for the maximum prisoner package for my month’s vacation. I also was required to return there for another two-week stint every year for the next ten. That got both of them to thinking.
The next day my boss in front of my co-worker asked whether I would recommend it as something that my co-worker should do, since they had looked at the site and had seen my testimonial. I didn’t know what to respond. I told them that it was far worse than they could possibly imagine, but that I’d gotten the severe bondage I’d craved, and now want more, but that not everyone would even make it through alive, since they treat you as a hard-core prisoner concentrating on giving you what you hate most. I said that Smiley was one of the guards there, and was sent to be with me for the next year as part of their required probation, and that even he didn’t know that I’d gone there voluntarily. I said that what Smiley was doing to me at home was only a sample of what I’d been put through. I told them I would have to think about my recommendation.
I couldn’t sleep that night, wondering what my recommendation should be. Should I send my co-worker there to go through that torture as I had done, or shouldn’t I? I could see a lot of myself in him, but that was such a harrowing experience, one that completely changed my life, and will mark me. Finally I decided to tell my co-worker that I thought he was almost ready mentally, but had a lot of work to do before being ready physically. I decided to recommend that he take some time to build himself up more so he could deal with that harrowing experience. Then, when he thought he was ready, it would be a good test for my co-worker to go through all the tests that Dr. Gustov had given me, to find out what he hates most, and have Smiley arrange for two weeks worth of focused punishment at my house based on the test results. After that he could decide whether he wants to go through that Bondage Fantasy World maximum prisoner package.