By Mister-X / Spartan

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.

 

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