By Eckie
He approached me on the personals site. We chatted a while and I was intrigued by his pictures, a prison, or dungeon cell of sorts. Heavy chained boys in it displayed. He told me he ran this facility far from everything, an old actual prison, people coming around to spend time in prison like displayed in the pictures. It was not necessarily making him rich but paid the bills and was fun for him to do.
I definitely fancied those heavy chains, the inevitable situation of not being able to leave or get out as one wants or when one wants, but I told him I was not in a position to pay for such a holiday. Having lost my job, I barely made it through the month, had to give up my house and lived in a small cheap room with very little options to afford much at all.
We did chat a while more, at least in my fantasy and by chat I could have some of that fun he showed on his profile (or the many other profiles I looked through). One day then suddenly he came with an offer.
If I wanted, since we got to know each other over the past weeks and have common interest, it would be nice for him too to have me in one of those cells, so if I wanted, he would offer me a weekend locked and chained up at no cost. That was a great offer, but again, traveling that far to another country was not affordable to me, I thanked him but had to take a raincheck until I would possibly find a way. He responded immediately that this would not be necessary, he was visiting some family that was only about 200km away from my town, he could drop by after that visit and take me with him. If we arranged it right, there might be another ‘guest’ in his cells during that weekend who could bring me almost back home afterwards also.
That sounded perfect, no travel cost, no cost for the weekend, I could do that for sure, time was plenty available, I told him without having a job I was free all the time, just to find the right circumstances then was needed. He told me he would get back to me when he had more details.
The day after already he messaged again, if I was up for it, he could drop by the coming Thursday evening, I could be driving back with another ‘prisoner’ on Monday then, that guy would pass my hometown on his way back anyway. I was happy to hear that, a fantasy that can be made reality for no cost, someone broke as myself could not get it arranged better. I agreed immediately of course.
He arrived as promised, I had him in my small room for at least a coffee before driving again. He looked around, it was really small, basic, almost nothing in the room, I told him I no longer owned much, a laptop I managed to keep for internet and TV watching, few clothes and papers, a bed, a desk, a chair and a tiny closet, not much left since I lost my job and home. I rented that room in exchange for some errands and housework plus a small fee I barely could afford. The room was in the basement under the garage of the house, basically away from the owners when not working for them.
He told me then that we should start proper maybe already, get me dressed how I will be kept and transported correctly already. If I agreed he had something to wear for me and the transport chains also, I would be in the back of his van for the trip then. It sounded great, so I agreed. He told me I do not need anything with me, so we went to his van, got into the back. An old simple van from outside, in the back prepared with a small bench at the front end of the space, several hooks mounted into the back wall and into the floor of the van. Several straps attached to the back wall also. On the side a small duffel bag.
He closed the van’s door and told me to strip. Once naked he gave me some clothing, no underwear, a pair of socks first, then a plain grey tee, some white camouflage trousers, a pair of army boots and a bomber jacket. I put all of it on, a little excited already, once I was dressed, he told me that will be all I wear for the stay. He sat me on that bench then and produced shackles, for my ankles first, tight around the boots, locking the connecting chain to the bolt in the floor. Then a massive steel collar, locked on my neck and then locked on to a bolt behind me in the van’s wall. I had to sit upright already, no other option. Wrist shackles followed, connected with a longer chain to fit behind my back where, my arms now held to each side of my waist where he then individually locked each wrist shackle again to a bolt in the van’s wall I was leaning on. Definitely no longer going anywhere, but then he said security is needed, seat belts of kind are needed. Using those straps attached to the wall of the van he buckled those up then. The first under my arms over my chest, pulled tight to keep me firm at that back wall. Two more, criss cross over my shoulders, over my chest, down close to my locked wrists. Another strap then at the top of my thighs, bolted on to the bench I was sitting on, and two more, one each just above my knee, also bolted on to that bench. I was hardly able to move anymore now, definitely secured for the transport. He then explained prisoners should not see or hear or speak during their transport, not knowing the location they are held at. So he stuffed a rolled-up sock in my mouth, filling it completely, then used several windings of duct tape to ensure it stays in, around my mouth and head first, but also under chin and over the top of the head, this would not get off easily. Then he used some earbuds connected to an iPod or similar, another round of tape around my head enclosing the ears ensured those stay in place, immediately after I heard white noise playing, making it impossible for me to hear what goes on anymore, and the final then was the thick black bag over my head, its string pulled close around my collared neck then, I was in the dark from then on too.
I thought I felt his walking in the back of the van, felt the slamming of the door shut, but then nothing happened for quite a while. I must have been left there like this for half an hour, or more, who knows, I could not really tell time in this situation. I think I felt the van back door opened again, not sure though, not hearing or seeing makes judgement of what happens difficult. I thought I felt two more doors slamming before finally the vibrations of the van told me we’re moving.
I knew he was somewhere far but did not actually look into the exact location or duration of the trip. So it was not surprising that it felt endless, as matter of fact we drove almost ten hours, with two breaks as I felt, but it seemed as if we were on the way all night or maybe even day already again. I even dozed away several times, not that I was able to do anything but sit tight in the exact position he placed me in shortly after arriving at my place. I thought it is strange, in the dark, helpless, with a stranger I knew only from the internet, driving away to the unknown, should I be worried… Or just enjoy what was to come…
When we arrived, the van stood still for another hour or two at least, I could not tell where was he, what was going on, no idea, but the van doors slammed several times. Finally I was released from the straps holding me in place, but not the darkness, the gag or the shackles. I was led out of the van by at least two persons, helped down to the ground, the leg shackles would else have me fall, and then lead further, no idea where to though. I could feel at some point we entered a house or room, was lead steps down, a lot of them, lead further in sort of a hallway I assumed and at some point finally sat down somewhere. All while the white noise and the black bag prevented me from figuring out anything.
Then I felt the shackles being replaced, heavier ones were attached to my ankles, my wrists and a heavier collar was locked on my neck, and I thought to feel all of those now were connected with each other too. I could not tell what happened next, my hands were briefly covered by something and held still by someone, they handled the already shackled ankles again and also something was put briefly between the collar and my skin for a short while, my head held still by someone and then whatever it was removed again.
A brief moment then nothing happened before finally the bag was removed from my head and I could see him stand next to me, he also removed the tape around my head, painful at some areas, but finally off, also the gag went out. I looked around a little. I was in a basic concrete room, small, no windows, a wooden bench on one side, this was to be my bed I assumed, and my chair and table, as nothing else was in the room. I looked down and saw old rusty heavy chains on me, my ankles, wrists, the connecting chain between them and up to my collar, but also a chain attached to the ankle chain, leading to the wall where it was hooked into a steel ring deep embedded into the concrete wall. Next to that wooden bench also then I saw a sort of steel bucket.
He smiled at me, telling me that this was my cell now, the chain hooked on to the wall allowing some small area to move around at, sit on the bed, lay there for sleeping, sit on the floor next to it, but obviously as I could see too short to come even close to the steel cell door on the other side. The room had several more hooks and rings embedded to walls and floor, the wooden bench had attachment points as well, as he explained just in case he or a warden prefers to change my situation, make it more easy or more difficult, allow more or less up to no moving around at all, depending on what plans he or a warden would have with or for me, or of course depending on my attitude, good prisoners have a more easy life, bad rebelling prisoners have it hard, very hard.
In case I wondered, that steel bucket was my toilet, should I have to go, twice a day I was going to receive some water and some basic food, once a day the guard would replace that bucket too. While some prisons have leisure facilities, yard time, social time with fellow inmates and similar, this was a rough prison, isolation cells for inmates, no contact to anyone but the warden or guard, no ‘leisure’ of any kind, except if a guard or the warden may want to have some fun with a prisoner, then again that was not necessarily called leisure for the inmate then.
He told me to have a brief look around, this was where I would spend my time now, 10 hours a day a small, tiny, barely light giving bulb on the ceiling was on, the rest of time it was off and I was in the dark of the cell, as there are no windows, neither does the cell door have any opening that allows light in. If I wanted to say something, I had to ask permission to speak to a present guard or warden, while alone in the cell shouting will not help, the walls are several feet thick, the steel door as well will not allow much noise to leave this cell.
With that he left, I heard the heavy steel door fall shut and some obviously heavy bolt on the outside locking it. I was alone, in semi darkness, heavily chained up with little room to move and pretty much nothing at all to do.
I inspected the chains, old, heavy, well used, but definitely no way to get those off. Then again, I was good in picking locks, so I checked if there was anything I could use, a splint, something in this jacket maybe, something at all, but I could not find anything, then I checked the locks of the shackles, they were strange, though they seemed to have had openings for keys at some point, it all was smooth, closed, I could for some reason not find out how they lock or unlock, that made it actually feel great, even more helpless I thought, then again, if I had proper light I might get behind the secret of that locking mechanism more easy, not that this cell would provide that kind of light at any time as I gathered.
Well, I sat there, then I sat on the floor, then I laid on the hard wooden bench, only then noticing there is no blanket, no pillow, nothing actually, an extremely sparse cell, no comfort whatsoever. I had to pee, the first time I used that bucket, I thought pee is one, but what if I had to take a dump, no cover on the bucket, it would be there for the day until a guard replaces it, something to worry for when it happens I thought, and a weekend, well until Monday I would be able to cope, possibly not have to go more than once or twice.
Time passed slow. Absolutely boring on one hand with nothing to do, no sound, no noises, nobody around, I could wank, well given the situation I would sure do a lot in the coming few days, but that was all I had to do, thinking about much and nothing, sitting or laying around doing nothing.
The cell opened at some point, a metal cup with water, a metal container with some bad tasting mush, a piece of bread, my dinner I thought. I eat it for being hungry and thirsty, not that I enjoyed it, but as heavy chained locked up prisoner there is little to do about it. Shortly after the door opened again, cup and container were taken, no words spoken, I did not even know that guy who did that, he checked the bucket, with just some pee in it he ignored it and left, shortly after the dim light turned off also, darkness, silence, well aside of the chain rattling every time I made any movement.
The coming three days were the same, extreme boredom on one side, extreme horny feelings from the constant pressure and weight of the chains, but nothing else. Alone in an isolation cell, helpless chained up, in an unknown location, locked up by someone I just knew from a few chats. But if I counted right, today was the day I was released.
I would sure tell him how much I hated it and enjoyed it at the same time, as little as there was to do, the futility of the situation, nothing to worry but wait for the next meal, hoping even to possibly rebel a little to get some extra treatment whatever they may come up with then, a strange yet strangely interesting situation.
The door opened again, I assumed he came to release me, he brought me the usual food and water again and then fetched a small chair from outside, placing it at the cell door and sat down, telling me to finish my dinner. I did quickly, it was not much, and still tasted badly anyway, but it filled the stomach.
He then took the cup and container, placed it outside and sat down again on his chair, leaving the cell door still open now.
He asked how I felt the last days, I told him exactly, the hate and love relation I had with the situation, how I was thinking about rebelling, not sure how I actually could, given the restrictions in moving or inability to shout while alone in here, just to get some change to the boredom of sitting alone in this tiny world I was confined to by the chains and the concrete. He laughed, told me he assumed I would think like that, many do in their first time here, yet still they return over and over again, sometimes just a weekend, sometimes several weeks.
I asked what would happen to a rebellious prisoner, he again laughed, being here just briefly I did not know, but guards can have their fun with prisoners, tie them extreme, torture them with electro, whips or whatever they like, get to use prisoners sexually, fuck them, get sucked, get boots licked for hours if wanted, many ways to use a helpless prisoner. Sometimes prisoners are paired up in a cell, chained to each other, especially when it is sure they do not get along well, forced to be with each other close, do everything with each other even though they hate it. Long term prisoners are also taken out of the cell occasionally for work, there is a yard to take care of, cells to clean, gear to clean or maintain, when guards stay here in the facility, they sometimes take a prisoner as personal lackey to do their bidding, whatever it may be, serve them in any way they choose, be it fetching a drink to sexually anything. A prisoner can never tell what will be, he may spend his entire time in his cell alone or may be used and abuse by one or many. It is certainly clear that once a prisoner is entering this facility, he no longer has any choice or right until his release date.
I told him that sounded frightening but exciting for sure, and if he ever can manage, I would volunteer for another visit, assuming today is my required return to home day. He smiled, obviously knowing I would say that.
Then he asked me if I would visit again, would I choose to stay longer then, not just a weekend. I quickly replied that in my current situation, I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, no job, no obligations other than finding ways to pay my bills. So, if I was invited another time for a longer period, I had no reason to refuse or even set a time limit, if he wanted to have me longer, assuming it was the same arrangement that would not involve payment which I could not afford.
He smiled even more now, while getting up from his chair, then he said that he was glad to hear that, it made what is coming easier. I wondered what he meant, but he continued right away.
‘See, the guy that was supposed to take you back home left already 4 hours ago. I planned and anticipated your ‘willingness’ to a more extended stay here and while you were strapped into the van back at your place, I cleaned out the room from the few things you had in there, talked to your landlord that you were moving out. While you were in here the last days, I cancelled your accounts and anything that was running on your name, thanks for keeping your paperwork neatly sorted to make this easy for me.
You know I am living here in this facility, the next town is about 40 km away, so nobody is around aside of the prisoners occasionally and some guards occasionally, I wanted to have a sort of companion here with me, and you seem to be the ideal candidate to keep around permanently. I have built a similar cell up in my quarters, later tonight you will be prepared and moved up there. You will be given your new permanent outfit, a proper authentic prisoner coverall, you will be fitted into new chains, by the way you may not have noticed, but we always cold weld chains on prisoners, unless we cut them off, they cannot be removed, your new set of chains will be thicker, heavier, and once it is welded on will never again be removed for as long as either of us lives. You will also be attached to a chain hooked up to the ceiling then, a special chain hook though, it is on a steel rod leading from the cell into my living room and kitchen, once unlocked you are able to drag that chain connected to your collar along that steel rod to move between those rooms to perform services, serve me, clean up, do what I tell you, if you are a perfect behaved on, even stay in my living room occasionally for some TV or a chat and so on, but as matter of fact, all of the chains on you and on your connection to the rod are permanent, in other words, the cell upstairs will be your home for 90% of your life, the other two rooms in the remaining 10%, the world outside that will no longer exist for you. I found that prisoner I want to keep around me permanently in you, and like it or not, I will not give you a choice anyway, to prevent you from resisting, your water today was spiked, you’ll be asleep soon to get prepared and moved, by the time you wake up it is inevitable, and you have no choice anymore. I hope you will like your new and now lifelong prison sentence in heavy chains and coverall once you wake up later again. See you upstairs later tonight.’
With that he just left and slammed the heavy steel door shut. I was trying to think what he just said, but fell asleep shortly after, whatever was in the water did its job.
When I woke up again I was in the dark, but the moment I started moving I felt the much heavier weight on me, I felt up the collar, two inch wide and two inch thick heavy steel, the chain dangling off it at least three times as thick as the previous one, and of course heavy, the same I felt on my wrists and later ankles, two inch thick and wide on the wrists, at least three inch wide and two inch thick on the ankles. Remembering what he said I felt further and noticed that chain hooked into the back of the collar, leading up to the ceiling. All shackles and the collar also were thick padded, since I no longer wore boots, that padding would allow permanent wear nevertheless.
The bench I laid on was as hard and plain as the former one, trying to feel around the room showed it was tiny, I could not stretch fully on the bench, so the room must have been less than 5 feet wide, but I also quickly found the opposite wall and what seemed a steel door, so the room was probably also less than 5 feet long. Aside of that bench I found nothing at all in this cell, not even a bucket. I heard some hissing, some ventilation in the room obviously, but there was again no window or any light source from outside present. I felt but could not see, so assumed what I was wearing was a prisoner overall now, no longer the camouflage trousers and bomber jacket I used to have on before.
But then I noticed… Strange enough not immediately but only now, my dick was no longer free either. While I had jerked a lot of times the past days on the horny locked up situation, that was no longer an option. Feeling down I realized I was locked in chastity, from the feel one of those cock cages, but even more, straps holding it in place, straps around my waist, ensuring it cannot be slipped off like the usual similar cages, holding it close to my body, also not allowing much of a growth then, not able to spread away from the body anymore, but even more, a strap between my legs to the back, I could feel the padlocks holding it and … Something up my butt held by that strap, I was plugged. Why did I not feel that immediately I wondered, but assumed it was because I was still a bit dizzy from the drugs he gave me earlier. That plug felt large, not that I could exactly tell as I was not used to a plug up my butt in the past, this one seemed however to be planned to be in there more or less continuously, with obvious needed exceptions.
He did do it, as he said, he did not release me at all, was the rest true too? Did he cancel everything, tell my landlord I am not coming back? What else did he do, what else did he plan? Should I be angry at him for more or less kidnapping me? Then again, I did volunteer for more and told him no time limit on the duration next time, well the ‘next time’ in this case just started right away without break, was it that bad? I could not tell, for now I waited in the dark for what was to come.
I did not have to wait long, the door opened, a door which I now could reach, given the tininess of the cell, but I just remained sitting on the wooden bench and looked at him, he brought breakfast, basic, coffee, bread, even some jam on it, what a luxury for a prisoner like I was now. He then pressed a button on a remote, I heard a click, he pointed up to the rod anchored in the ceiling, on it some wheel with my collar chain attached. Telling me to follow he left the cell. I got up and tried, I could grab the chain and lead it along that rod now, walk in my small possible steps, slightly bent for not having enough connecting chain between legs and collar to stand up straight, out of the small cell into what seemed his living room.
Small, simple, but everything needed, the couch, table, TV, shelves and closet, cozy I would normally say. He went on to the next room, the rod in the ceiling lead there too, the kitchen, again small, basic but everything one needs, including a small table to have meals on. He turned to me then, telling me that once every other day I will be out of the cell to clean up those two rooms, occasionally I will be in charge of preparing food for him or potential guests he may have occasionally, be it inmates or guards likewise. Whenever he feels for a companion, I will be out of the cell at his side, on knees naturally, for the rest my new cell will be my world to live in. He hopes I liked my new chains and coverall, as those are what I will be in for the rest of life now, no matter how much I like or not like those. However, there is one item still missing, but he wanted to wait with it until he has seen my expression finding out about me new situation, new home, new world.
I was sure puzzled, lacking words to say, still confused whether I should love it or hate it, love him or hate him for doing that to me. But I did enjoy the most of it already somehow, it felt good. Given my situation recently I did not really sacrifice anything by being help prisoner like this by him, I gained a worry-free life actually, some duties, lots of restrictions, but then again, what would I have done with my time anyway in the previous ‘freedom’. Thoughts buzzed fast through my mind, in seconds I had figured that it was not the worst of situations at all, on the contrary, the plug and chastity, ok I will not enjoy those for the first months for sure, but the chains, the prison cell, the helplessness, the finality, all that had some excitement to it, and my dick seemed to attempt confirming it, not that it could… So I finally blurted out:
‘First of all, thank you, Sir (putting an emphasis on it to show him I am fine with the situation), can I make you a coffee or something?’ He nodded, telling me to make coffee for both of us. I thanked him and looked for the necessities, while doing so I continued: ‘I looked briefly at the chains and could not see any option to unlock them, so I assume you were telling the truth about all of it being permanent for life now. Will I be allowed to call my cell my ‘home’ at least? I know it is not mine, as nothing anymore is now, I do not think you kept anything of my prior possessions and I have nothing but the life you are granting me as your prisoner from here onward. But with my entire world reduced to the cell and these two rooms I can reach, it will feel good to have something to call my home.’
He laughed, I had the coffees ready and placed them on the table, he told me to sit with him, one last time, before finalizing my outfit, after that the only place I am allowed to sit or lay on is the cell bench, any other place I stand or kneel only then. Then he told me that it is fine to see and call that cell my home, however since I will no longer be allowed to talk after he is finishing my outfit, only to respond when he or any other superior talks to me, there will be no chance to let anyone know about it. I nodded in acceptance, its not about telling the world, but about the content coming with knowing it. I was still curious what this finishing my outfit refers to, but I will soon know. He told me while we sipped the coffee that he and others will occasionally make use of me, as toy, as servant, as plaything, as fucktoy eventually and so on, should I ever rebel or in any way embarrass or disappoint him, I will be brought back down into the basement cell I was before and rot the rest of my life in isolation alone down there. But up here, I might even enjoy it, the occasional chat, some TV here and there, the occasional being used or played with, it is up to me to be the model prisoner in this facility or to be the forgotten thing somewhere in a dark hole.
He confirmed that he indeed got rid of my past, I will not need anything of that, not be seen or known by anyone anymore, not need papers, possessions or anything anymore. He hoped that I would react well on this new situation, and obviously I did, else it would have made things more difficult, not different as he no longer intended to let me free again already when he came to my place to pick me up. But this way we both can enjoy the new situation, well he surely more than I will, but nevertheless. Then after we finished our coffee, he told me to follow back into the living room.
In there he had me kneel in the middle of it, he grabbed something out of a cardboard box in the corner, and I was stunned. He said, coming back to me with it: ‘While you were out, I had tried it on you and then had the small adjustments made that were necessary, but now it fits well and it has to, since it too will hardly ever come off again. Now you maybe understand when I mentioned earlier nobody will ever see you again.’
In his hand a steel helmet, shiny, looking heavy, the front shaped like a basic face, eyeholes, well very tiny eye holes, nose holes and a mouth hole. By the looks of it, it will fit tight on to the head, and I noticed some d-rings on both sides of the mouth hole too. It was hinged on the top, had some small yet efficient locks on the sides of the head and sides of the neck part, the neck part special made to match the collar I had welded on. 4 Points of that neck part will lay on the top of the collar, the collar having pins stand out to fit those openings in those latches, being able to lock it in place and keep collar and helmet one.
He immediately took the helmet apart and lifted it above my head, lowering it down, making sure the back sits well before folding the front down, having me stretch my neck a little first, once closed where I heard the snaps of the side locks lock in place, he could slide in into the inner side of the collar, I heard the padlocks then snap shut that kept the helmet attached to the collar. It was frightening at first, feel the steel enclose my head completely, just tiny eyeholes limiting my view a lot, feel the steel on my skin, feeling how actually tight it seems around my head. I could open my jar only slightly, not much room inside the steel left, he told me that my feeding habits will have to adapt, small pieces only will fit through the barely open jar, then again for the most part it will not be open anyway. Having said that he brought the final part, a gag like metal item. The front plate will fit perfectly on to the helmet, allowing it to lock on with the small d-rings on the sides of the mouth opening, but on the inside that plate extended with another metal plate. He told me it is surgical steel, slightly rounded shape, reaching enough deep inside my mouth to keep my tongue covered under this metal extension. There will not be much talking when this one is locked in, not that I was allowed anymore as he mentioned before.
Having all locks in place he stepped back, looked at the new face he gave me, anonymously shared, impossible to recognize who may be under that, limited vision, now unable to speak either, and he alone in control if or when that changes. He had me stand up again and get into the cell. I felt I no longer could move my head freely, stiff held by the metal connected to the large collar, turning left or right was limited, looking up or down as well. Once in my cell he then told me:
‘The chains you are welded in will never be taken off at all, you will likely have to be buried in those when you die of old age. The helmet will stay on almost permanent, it can be taken off, but I intend to do that only once a year, to shave your head completely and immediately lock you back into that helmet, that will of course happen in private, no person will ever see your face again except me in those brief moments once a year. The gag will also always remain locked in, with the exception of course for feeding purpose and the rare times occasionally when we will have some chats together here. From here on I am a proud owner of a permanently heavy chained anonymous prisoner that exists solely for whatever I chose and lives most of his future life in his cell. Well, I can no longer see your face, but I assume, or hope you are smiling under it, because there is nothing you can do or say to ever change that form here on. I got work to do now, so you enjoy the first moments of your lifelong future in this cell now, boy.’
He left and the heavy cell door slammed shut, hearing the heavy bolts on the outside ensuring it remains shut. And here I sit… In heavy chains, welded for good, my head disappeared in anonymity of even more steel, ass plugged, dick locked, no distractions, no contact, nothing to do but to exist and wait to be wanted or needed by someone. Has it sunk in yet, no, will it, what other choice do I have, is it bad, not now, will it be, maybe, but again, no choice is given to that anymore. So, what will I do… Find my joy in it in some way, since that is all I can do for the rest of life.
So, if you attend some of those rental prison scenarios some time, maybe you get lucky and find out that warden has his personal prisoner in his quarters, and if you get lucky enough for him to show it to you, that guy under that steel face is me, having settled in the inevitable new life he forcibly volunteered me in, or is it voluntarily forced me? Either way, I cannot change it, and probably will not even want to ever again.
He approached me on the personals site. We chatted a while and I was intrigued by his pictures, a prison, or dungeon cell of sorts. Heavy chained boys in it displayed. He told me he ran this facility far from everything, an old actual prison, people coming around to spend time in prison like displayed in the pictures. It was not necessarily making him rich but paid the bills and was fun for him to do.
I definitely fancied those heavy chains, the inevitable situation of not being able to leave or get out as one wants or when one wants, but I told him I was not in a position to pay for such a holiday. Having lost my job, I barely made it through the month, had to give up my house and lived in a small cheap room with very little options to afford much at all.
We did chat a while more, at least in my fantasy and by chat I could have some of that fun he showed on his profile (or the many other profiles I looked through). One day then suddenly he came with an offer.
If I wanted, since we got to know each other over the past weeks and have common interest, it would be nice for him too to have me in one of those cells, so if I wanted, he would offer me a weekend locked and chained up at no cost. That was a great offer, but again, traveling that far to another country was not affordable to me, I thanked him but had to take a raincheck until I would possibly find a way. He responded immediately that this would not be necessary, he was visiting some family that was only about 200km away from my town, he could drop by after that visit and take me with him. If we arranged it right, there might be another ‘guest’ in his cells during that weekend who could bring me almost back home afterwards also.
That sounded perfect, no travel cost, no cost for the weekend, I could do that for sure, time was plenty available, I told him without having a job I was free all the time, just to find the right circumstances then was needed. He told me he would get back to me when he had more details.
The day after already he messaged again, if I was up for it, he could drop by the coming Thursday evening, I could be driving back with another ‘prisoner’ on Monday then, that guy would pass my hometown on his way back anyway. I was happy to hear that, a fantasy that can be made reality for no cost, someone broke as myself could not get it arranged better. I agreed immediately of course.
He arrived as promised, I had him in my small room for at least a coffee before driving again. He looked around, it was really small, basic, almost nothing in the room, I told him I no longer owned much, a laptop I managed to keep for internet and TV watching, few clothes and papers, a bed, a desk, a chair and a tiny closet, not much left since I lost my job and home. I rented that room in exchange for some errands and housework plus a small fee I barely could afford. The room was in the basement under the garage of the house, basically away from the owners when not working for them.
He told me then that we should start proper maybe already, get me dressed how I will be kept and transported correctly already. If I agreed he had something to wear for me and the transport chains also, I would be in the back of his van for the trip then. It sounded great, so I agreed. He told me I do not need anything with me, so we went to his van, got into the back. An old simple van from outside, in the back prepared with a small bench at the front end of the space, several hooks mounted into the back wall and into the floor of the van. Several straps attached to the back wall also. On the side a small duffel bag.
He closed the van’s door and told me to strip. Once naked he gave me some clothing, no underwear, a pair of socks first, then a plain grey tee, some white camouflage trousers, a pair of army boots and a bomber jacket. I put all of it on, a little excited already, once I was dressed, he told me that will be all I wear for the stay. He sat me on that bench then and produced shackles, for my ankles first, tight around the boots, locking the connecting chain to the bolt in the floor. Then a massive steel collar, locked on my neck and then locked on to a bolt behind me in the van’s wall. I had to sit upright already, no other option. Wrist shackles followed, connected with a longer chain to fit behind my back where, my arms now held to each side of my waist where he then individually locked each wrist shackle again to a bolt in the van’s wall I was leaning on. Definitely no longer going anywhere, but then he said security is needed, seat belts of kind are needed. Using those straps attached to the wall of the van he buckled those up then. The first under my arms over my chest, pulled tight to keep me firm at that back wall. Two more, criss cross over my shoulders, over my chest, down close to my locked wrists. Another strap then at the top of my thighs, bolted on to the bench I was sitting on, and two more, one each just above my knee, also bolted on to that bench. I was hardly able to move anymore now, definitely secured for the transport. He then explained prisoners should not see or hear or speak during their transport, not knowing the location they are held at. So he stuffed a rolled-up sock in my mouth, filling it completely, then used several windings of duct tape to ensure it stays in, around my mouth and head first, but also under chin and over the top of the head, this would not get off easily. Then he used some earbuds connected to an iPod or similar, another round of tape around my head enclosing the ears ensured those stay in place, immediately after I heard white noise playing, making it impossible for me to hear what goes on anymore, and the final then was the thick black bag over my head, its string pulled close around my collared neck then, I was in the dark from then on too.
I thought I felt his walking in the back of the van, felt the slamming of the door shut, but then nothing happened for quite a while. I must have been left there like this for half an hour, or more, who knows, I could not really tell time in this situation. I think I felt the van back door opened again, not sure though, not hearing or seeing makes judgement of what happens difficult. I thought I felt two more doors slamming before finally the vibrations of the van told me we’re moving.
I knew he was somewhere far but did not actually look into the exact location or duration of the trip. So it was not surprising that it felt endless, as matter of fact we drove almost ten hours, with two breaks as I felt, but it seemed as if we were on the way all night or maybe even day already again. I even dozed away several times, not that I was able to do anything but sit tight in the exact position he placed me in shortly after arriving at my place. I thought it is strange, in the dark, helpless, with a stranger I knew only from the internet, driving away to the unknown, should I be worried… Or just enjoy what was to come…
When we arrived, the van stood still for another hour or two at least, I could not tell where was he, what was going on, no idea, but the van doors slammed several times. Finally I was released from the straps holding me in place, but not the darkness, the gag or the shackles. I was led out of the van by at least two persons, helped down to the ground, the leg shackles would else have me fall, and then lead further, no idea where to though. I could feel at some point we entered a house or room, was lead steps down, a lot of them, lead further in sort of a hallway I assumed and at some point finally sat down somewhere. All while the white noise and the black bag prevented me from figuring out anything.
Then I felt the shackles being replaced, heavier ones were attached to my ankles, my wrists and a heavier collar was locked on my neck, and I thought to feel all of those now were connected with each other too. I could not tell what happened next, my hands were briefly covered by something and held still by someone, they handled the already shackled ankles again and also something was put briefly between the collar and my skin for a short while, my head held still by someone and then whatever it was removed again.
A brief moment then nothing happened before finally the bag was removed from my head and I could see him stand next to me, he also removed the tape around my head, painful at some areas, but finally off, also the gag went out. I looked around a little. I was in a basic concrete room, small, no windows, a wooden bench on one side, this was to be my bed I assumed, and my chair and table, as nothing else was in the room. I looked down and saw old rusty heavy chains on me, my ankles, wrists, the connecting chain between them and up to my collar, but also a chain attached to the ankle chain, leading to the wall where it was hooked into a steel ring deep embedded into the concrete wall. Next to that wooden bench also then I saw a sort of steel bucket.
He smiled at me, telling me that this was my cell now, the chain hooked on to the wall allowing some small area to move around at, sit on the bed, lay there for sleeping, sit on the floor next to it, but obviously as I could see too short to come even close to the steel cell door on the other side. The room had several more hooks and rings embedded to walls and floor, the wooden bench had attachment points as well, as he explained just in case he or a warden prefers to change my situation, make it more easy or more difficult, allow more or less up to no moving around at all, depending on what plans he or a warden would have with or for me, or of course depending on my attitude, good prisoners have a more easy life, bad rebelling prisoners have it hard, very hard.
In case I wondered, that steel bucket was my toilet, should I have to go, twice a day I was going to receive some water and some basic food, once a day the guard would replace that bucket too. While some prisons have leisure facilities, yard time, social time with fellow inmates and similar, this was a rough prison, isolation cells for inmates, no contact to anyone but the warden or guard, no ‘leisure’ of any kind, except if a guard or the warden may want to have some fun with a prisoner, then again that was not necessarily called leisure for the inmate then.
He told me to have a brief look around, this was where I would spend my time now, 10 hours a day a small, tiny, barely light giving bulb on the ceiling was on, the rest of time it was off and I was in the dark of the cell, as there are no windows, neither does the cell door have any opening that allows light in. If I wanted to say something, I had to ask permission to speak to a present guard or warden, while alone in the cell shouting will not help, the walls are several feet thick, the steel door as well will not allow much noise to leave this cell.
With that he left, I heard the heavy steel door fall shut and some obviously heavy bolt on the outside locking it. I was alone, in semi darkness, heavily chained up with little room to move and pretty much nothing at all to do.
I inspected the chains, old, heavy, well used, but definitely no way to get those off. Then again, I was good in picking locks, so I checked if there was anything I could use, a splint, something in this jacket maybe, something at all, but I could not find anything, then I checked the locks of the shackles, they were strange, though they seemed to have had openings for keys at some point, it all was smooth, closed, I could for some reason not find out how they lock or unlock, that made it actually feel great, even more helpless I thought, then again, if I had proper light I might get behind the secret of that locking mechanism more easy, not that this cell would provide that kind of light at any time as I gathered.
Well, I sat there, then I sat on the floor, then I laid on the hard wooden bench, only then noticing there is no blanket, no pillow, nothing actually, an extremely sparse cell, no comfort whatsoever. I had to pee, the first time I used that bucket, I thought pee is one, but what if I had to take a dump, no cover on the bucket, it would be there for the day until a guard replaces it, something to worry for when it happens I thought, and a weekend, well until Monday I would be able to cope, possibly not have to go more than once or twice.
Time passed slow. Absolutely boring on one hand with nothing to do, no sound, no noises, nobody around, I could wank, well given the situation I would sure do a lot in the coming few days, but that was all I had to do, thinking about much and nothing, sitting or laying around doing nothing.
The cell opened at some point, a metal cup with water, a metal container with some bad tasting mush, a piece of bread, my dinner I thought. I eat it for being hungry and thirsty, not that I enjoyed it, but as heavy chained locked up prisoner there is little to do about it. Shortly after the door opened again, cup and container were taken, no words spoken, I did not even know that guy who did that, he checked the bucket, with just some pee in it he ignored it and left, shortly after the dim light turned off also, darkness, silence, well aside of the chain rattling every time I made any movement.
The coming three days were the same, extreme boredom on one side, extreme horny feelings from the constant pressure and weight of the chains, but nothing else. Alone in an isolation cell, helpless chained up, in an unknown location, locked up by someone I just knew from a few chats. But if I counted right, today was the day I was released.
I would sure tell him how much I hated it and enjoyed it at the same time, as little as there was to do, the futility of the situation, nothing to worry but wait for the next meal, hoping even to possibly rebel a little to get some extra treatment whatever they may come up with then, a strange yet strangely interesting situation.
The door opened again, I assumed he came to release me, he brought me the usual food and water again and then fetched a small chair from outside, placing it at the cell door and sat down, telling me to finish my dinner. I did quickly, it was not much, and still tasted badly anyway, but it filled the stomach.
He then took the cup and container, placed it outside and sat down again on his chair, leaving the cell door still open now.
He asked how I felt the last days, I told him exactly, the hate and love relation I had with the situation, how I was thinking about rebelling, not sure how I actually could, given the restrictions in moving or inability to shout while alone in here, just to get some change to the boredom of sitting alone in this tiny world I was confined to by the chains and the concrete. He laughed, told me he assumed I would think like that, many do in their first time here, yet still they return over and over again, sometimes just a weekend, sometimes several weeks.
I asked what would happen to a rebellious prisoner, he again laughed, being here just briefly I did not know, but guards can have their fun with prisoners, tie them extreme, torture them with electro, whips or whatever they like, get to use prisoners sexually, fuck them, get sucked, get boots licked for hours if wanted, many ways to use a helpless prisoner. Sometimes prisoners are paired up in a cell, chained to each other, especially when it is sure they do not get along well, forced to be with each other close, do everything with each other even though they hate it. Long term prisoners are also taken out of the cell occasionally for work, there is a yard to take care of, cells to clean, gear to clean or maintain, when guards stay here in the facility, they sometimes take a prisoner as personal lackey to do their bidding, whatever it may be, serve them in any way they choose, be it fetching a drink to sexually anything. A prisoner can never tell what will be, he may spend his entire time in his cell alone or may be used and abuse by one or many. It is certainly clear that once a prisoner is entering this facility, he no longer has any choice or right until his release date.
I told him that sounded frightening but exciting for sure, and if he ever can manage, I would volunteer for another visit, assuming today is my required return to home day. He smiled, obviously knowing I would say that.
Then he asked me if I would visit again, would I choose to stay longer then, not just a weekend. I quickly replied that in my current situation, I had nothing to do, nowhere to go, no job, no obligations other than finding ways to pay my bills. So, if I was invited another time for a longer period, I had no reason to refuse or even set a time limit, if he wanted to have me longer, assuming it was the same arrangement that would not involve payment which I could not afford.
He smiled even more now, while getting up from his chair, then he said that he was glad to hear that, it made what is coming easier. I wondered what he meant, but he continued right away.
‘See, the guy that was supposed to take you back home left already 4 hours ago. I planned and anticipated your ‘willingness’ to a more extended stay here and while you were strapped into the van back at your place, I cleaned out the room from the few things you had in there, talked to your landlord that you were moving out. While you were in here the last days, I cancelled your accounts and anything that was running on your name, thanks for keeping your paperwork neatly sorted to make this easy for me.
You know I am living here in this facility, the next town is about 40 km away, so nobody is around aside of the prisoners occasionally and some guards occasionally, I wanted to have a sort of companion here with me, and you seem to be the ideal candidate to keep around permanently. I have built a similar cell up in my quarters, later tonight you will be prepared and moved up there. You will be given your new permanent outfit, a proper authentic prisoner coverall, you will be fitted into new chains, by the way you may not have noticed, but we always cold weld chains on prisoners, unless we cut them off, they cannot be removed, your new set of chains will be thicker, heavier, and once it is welded on will never again be removed for as long as either of us lives. You will also be attached to a chain hooked up to the ceiling then, a special chain hook though, it is on a steel rod leading from the cell into my living room and kitchen, once unlocked you are able to drag that chain connected to your collar along that steel rod to move between those rooms to perform services, serve me, clean up, do what I tell you, if you are a perfect behaved on, even stay in my living room occasionally for some TV or a chat and so on, but as matter of fact, all of the chains on you and on your connection to the rod are permanent, in other words, the cell upstairs will be your home for 90% of your life, the other two rooms in the remaining 10%, the world outside that will no longer exist for you. I found that prisoner I want to keep around me permanently in you, and like it or not, I will not give you a choice anyway, to prevent you from resisting, your water today was spiked, you’ll be asleep soon to get prepared and moved, by the time you wake up it is inevitable, and you have no choice anymore. I hope you will like your new and now lifelong prison sentence in heavy chains and coverall once you wake up later again. See you upstairs later tonight.’
With that he just left and slammed the heavy steel door shut. I was trying to think what he just said, but fell asleep shortly after, whatever was in the water did its job.
When I woke up again I was in the dark, but the moment I started moving I felt the much heavier weight on me, I felt up the collar, two inch wide and two inch thick heavy steel, the chain dangling off it at least three times as thick as the previous one, and of course heavy, the same I felt on my wrists and later ankles, two inch thick and wide on the wrists, at least three inch wide and two inch thick on the ankles. Remembering what he said I felt further and noticed that chain hooked into the back of the collar, leading up to the ceiling. All shackles and the collar also were thick padded, since I no longer wore boots, that padding would allow permanent wear nevertheless.
The bench I laid on was as hard and plain as the former one, trying to feel around the room showed it was tiny, I could not stretch fully on the bench, so the room must have been less than 5 feet wide, but I also quickly found the opposite wall and what seemed a steel door, so the room was probably also less than 5 feet long. Aside of that bench I found nothing at all in this cell, not even a bucket. I heard some hissing, some ventilation in the room obviously, but there was again no window or any light source from outside present. I felt but could not see, so assumed what I was wearing was a prisoner overall now, no longer the camouflage trousers and bomber jacket I used to have on before.
But then I noticed… Strange enough not immediately but only now, my dick was no longer free either. While I had jerked a lot of times the past days on the horny locked up situation, that was no longer an option. Feeling down I realized I was locked in chastity, from the feel one of those cock cages, but even more, straps holding it in place, straps around my waist, ensuring it cannot be slipped off like the usual similar cages, holding it close to my body, also not allowing much of a growth then, not able to spread away from the body anymore, but even more, a strap between my legs to the back, I could feel the padlocks holding it and … Something up my butt held by that strap, I was plugged. Why did I not feel that immediately I wondered, but assumed it was because I was still a bit dizzy from the drugs he gave me earlier. That plug felt large, not that I could exactly tell as I was not used to a plug up my butt in the past, this one seemed however to be planned to be in there more or less continuously, with obvious needed exceptions.
He did do it, as he said, he did not release me at all, was the rest true too? Did he cancel everything, tell my landlord I am not coming back? What else did he do, what else did he plan? Should I be angry at him for more or less kidnapping me? Then again, I did volunteer for more and told him no time limit on the duration next time, well the ‘next time’ in this case just started right away without break, was it that bad? I could not tell, for now I waited in the dark for what was to come.
I did not have to wait long, the door opened, a door which I now could reach, given the tininess of the cell, but I just remained sitting on the wooden bench and looked at him, he brought breakfast, basic, coffee, bread, even some jam on it, what a luxury for a prisoner like I was now. He then pressed a button on a remote, I heard a click, he pointed up to the rod anchored in the ceiling, on it some wheel with my collar chain attached. Telling me to follow he left the cell. I got up and tried, I could grab the chain and lead it along that rod now, walk in my small possible steps, slightly bent for not having enough connecting chain between legs and collar to stand up straight, out of the small cell into what seemed his living room.
Small, simple, but everything needed, the couch, table, TV, shelves and closet, cozy I would normally say. He went on to the next room, the rod in the ceiling lead there too, the kitchen, again small, basic but everything one needs, including a small table to have meals on. He turned to me then, telling me that once every other day I will be out of the cell to clean up those two rooms, occasionally I will be in charge of preparing food for him or potential guests he may have occasionally, be it inmates or guards likewise. Whenever he feels for a companion, I will be out of the cell at his side, on knees naturally, for the rest my new cell will be my world to live in. He hopes I liked my new chains and coverall, as those are what I will be in for the rest of life now, no matter how much I like or not like those. However, there is one item still missing, but he wanted to wait with it until he has seen my expression finding out about me new situation, new home, new world.
I was sure puzzled, lacking words to say, still confused whether I should love it or hate it, love him or hate him for doing that to me. But I did enjoy the most of it already somehow, it felt good. Given my situation recently I did not really sacrifice anything by being help prisoner like this by him, I gained a worry-free life actually, some duties, lots of restrictions, but then again, what would I have done with my time anyway in the previous ‘freedom’. Thoughts buzzed fast through my mind, in seconds I had figured that it was not the worst of situations at all, on the contrary, the plug and chastity, ok I will not enjoy those for the first months for sure, but the chains, the prison cell, the helplessness, the finality, all that had some excitement to it, and my dick seemed to attempt confirming it, not that it could… So I finally blurted out:
‘First of all, thank you, Sir (putting an emphasis on it to show him I am fine with the situation), can I make you a coffee or something?’ He nodded, telling me to make coffee for both of us. I thanked him and looked for the necessities, while doing so I continued: ‘I looked briefly at the chains and could not see any option to unlock them, so I assume you were telling the truth about all of it being permanent for life now. Will I be allowed to call my cell my ‘home’ at least? I know it is not mine, as nothing anymore is now, I do not think you kept anything of my prior possessions and I have nothing but the life you are granting me as your prisoner from here onward. But with my entire world reduced to the cell and these two rooms I can reach, it will feel good to have something to call my home.’
He laughed, I had the coffees ready and placed them on the table, he told me to sit with him, one last time, before finalizing my outfit, after that the only place I am allowed to sit or lay on is the cell bench, any other place I stand or kneel only then. Then he told me that it is fine to see and call that cell my home, however since I will no longer be allowed to talk after he is finishing my outfit, only to respond when he or any other superior talks to me, there will be no chance to let anyone know about it. I nodded in acceptance, its not about telling the world, but about the content coming with knowing it. I was still curious what this finishing my outfit refers to, but I will soon know. He told me while we sipped the coffee that he and others will occasionally make use of me, as toy, as servant, as plaything, as fucktoy eventually and so on, should I ever rebel or in any way embarrass or disappoint him, I will be brought back down into the basement cell I was before and rot the rest of my life in isolation alone down there. But up here, I might even enjoy it, the occasional chat, some TV here and there, the occasional being used or played with, it is up to me to be the model prisoner in this facility or to be the forgotten thing somewhere in a dark hole.
He confirmed that he indeed got rid of my past, I will not need anything of that, not be seen or known by anyone anymore, not need papers, possessions or anything anymore. He hoped that I would react well on this new situation, and obviously I did, else it would have made things more difficult, not different as he no longer intended to let me free again already when he came to my place to pick me up. But this way we both can enjoy the new situation, well he surely more than I will, but nevertheless. Then after we finished our coffee, he told me to follow back into the living room.
In there he had me kneel in the middle of it, he grabbed something out of a cardboard box in the corner, and I was stunned. He said, coming back to me with it: ‘While you were out, I had tried it on you and then had the small adjustments made that were necessary, but now it fits well and it has to, since it too will hardly ever come off again. Now you maybe understand when I mentioned earlier nobody will ever see you again.’
In his hand a steel helmet, shiny, looking heavy, the front shaped like a basic face, eyeholes, well very tiny eye holes, nose holes and a mouth hole. By the looks of it, it will fit tight on to the head, and I noticed some d-rings on both sides of the mouth hole too. It was hinged on the top, had some small yet efficient locks on the sides of the head and sides of the neck part, the neck part special made to match the collar I had welded on. 4 Points of that neck part will lay on the top of the collar, the collar having pins stand out to fit those openings in those latches, being able to lock it in place and keep collar and helmet one.
He immediately took the helmet apart and lifted it above my head, lowering it down, making sure the back sits well before folding the front down, having me stretch my neck a little first, once closed where I heard the snaps of the side locks lock in place, he could slide in into the inner side of the collar, I heard the padlocks then snap shut that kept the helmet attached to the collar. It was frightening at first, feel the steel enclose my head completely, just tiny eyeholes limiting my view a lot, feel the steel on my skin, feeling how actually tight it seems around my head. I could open my jar only slightly, not much room inside the steel left, he told me that my feeding habits will have to adapt, small pieces only will fit through the barely open jar, then again for the most part it will not be open anyway. Having said that he brought the final part, a gag like metal item. The front plate will fit perfectly on to the helmet, allowing it to lock on with the small d-rings on the sides of the mouth opening, but on the inside that plate extended with another metal plate. He told me it is surgical steel, slightly rounded shape, reaching enough deep inside my mouth to keep my tongue covered under this metal extension. There will not be much talking when this one is locked in, not that I was allowed anymore as he mentioned before.
Having all locks in place he stepped back, looked at the new face he gave me, anonymously shared, impossible to recognize who may be under that, limited vision, now unable to speak either, and he alone in control if or when that changes. He had me stand up again and get into the cell. I felt I no longer could move my head freely, stiff held by the metal connected to the large collar, turning left or right was limited, looking up or down as well. Once in my cell he then told me:
‘The chains you are welded in will never be taken off at all, you will likely have to be buried in those when you die of old age. The helmet will stay on almost permanent, it can be taken off, but I intend to do that only once a year, to shave your head completely and immediately lock you back into that helmet, that will of course happen in private, no person will ever see your face again except me in those brief moments once a year. The gag will also always remain locked in, with the exception of course for feeding purpose and the rare times occasionally when we will have some chats together here. From here on I am a proud owner of a permanently heavy chained anonymous prisoner that exists solely for whatever I chose and lives most of his future life in his cell. Well, I can no longer see your face, but I assume, or hope you are smiling under it, because there is nothing you can do or say to ever change that form here on. I got work to do now, so you enjoy the first moments of your lifelong future in this cell now, boy.’
He left and the heavy cell door slammed shut, hearing the heavy bolts on the outside ensuring it remains shut. And here I sit… In heavy chains, welded for good, my head disappeared in anonymity of even more steel, ass plugged, dick locked, no distractions, no contact, nothing to do but to exist and wait to be wanted or needed by someone. Has it sunk in yet, no, will it, what other choice do I have, is it bad, not now, will it be, maybe, but again, no choice is given to that anymore. So, what will I do… Find my joy in it in some way, since that is all I can do for the rest of life.
So, if you attend some of those rental prison scenarios some time, maybe you get lucky and find out that warden has his personal prisoner in his quarters, and if you get lucky enough for him to show it to you, that guy under that steel face is me, having settled in the inevitable new life he forcibly volunteered me in, or is it voluntarily forced me? Either way, I cannot change it, and probably will not even want to ever again.