By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 2.

That night, whether it was because I was tired, because the cabin was warmer from the fire, or because I was starting to get used to this, I got a fairly good night’s sleep while standing stretched. When Master Leach awakened me, it was a repeat of the previous morning. I was still hooded, and had not had use of my eyes since arriving. The ring gag was removed, but that penis gag was always in place, except for eating and sucking cock.

This time, after the warming, exercises, food and shower, he had me stand in the room and spoke to me. “I’ve put all the guys I’ve had here in chains and kept in a prison cell I’ve got down below. They’ve all had that fantasy and looked forward to it. That will be today’s program.” Like he’d said about others, I’ve always dreamed of being put in chains and kept in a prison cell, so I was looking forward to it.

He continued. “I’ve got my opinion of how to keep someone very well secured. See how you like it. So far, everyone I’ve done that to has thought that it was too much. I’m hoping, after what you’d told me you wanted, that you’ll be the first to like it. To be fitted, you’ll have to stand at attention.” Not having been in the military, I obeyed as best I could.

My hands were still cuffed behind my back in those rigid cuffs. I was still gagged and hooded with that big, thick, heavy collar tightly around my neck and the butt plug up my ass, as well as my cock in the spiked sheath. He started by tightly wrapping chains over and under my armpits. Apparently the collar had a couple of rings on each side, because he got some chains which he locked to the rings. These he pulled taut and locked to the chains around my armpits. I felt them tighten under my shoulders. Then he got some longer chains which he attached to the bottom of the chains around my armpits. They hung down to my ankles. Next he got a short chain which had ankle cuffs attached to a link which he cuffed to my ankles and locked to the hanging chains from my armpits after pulling it down as far as he could.

Next he got something metal and rigid which he put over my cock sheath. Whether my cock wanted to be or not, it was now erect. He then got another two chains which had a cuff attached to one of the links which he cuffed to each wrist after unlocking and removing the rigid cuffs. Holding one chain, he tightly wrapped the chain around my upper thigh, just below my crotch. He locked the two ends to a link in the hanging chain. It was a tight fit, and my wrist and that part of the hanging chain were locked tightly to my side. He then duplicated this with the other wrist. I now couldn’t move my wrists or arms up and down.

He then got a couple of short chains and locked them to rings which apparently were in the side of the metal device on my cock to the chains on either side. I wasn’t going to be moving my wrists side to side or my cock would get destroyed. He screwed something into the back of my butt plug and put a chain which was locked to the thigh chain at one side, through a hole in whatever he screwed into my butt plug, and locked to the thigh chain at the other side. I could feel pressure from this pushing the butt plug further into my ass. It was hitting my prostate, which caused my cock to try to get hard, which caused the spikes to dig in.

Next he got another chain which had cuffs attached to links. The chain he wrapped tightly around the upper part of my stomach under my rib cage before he cuffed my arms above the elbow. He locked both ends to the hanging chain. My arms were now tightly against my side at the elbow as well as at the wrist. I couldn’t move them. He even got short chains to attach the connecting chain on my nipple clamps to the hanging chains on either side. This produced more nipple pain.

Finished with this, I heard him leave the room and return with something that was on wheels. “This is a modified prisoner transport chair. I’ll put you in this to wheel you down to the prison cell.”

I’d been in a prisoner transport chair before. These have a deep seat to make it difficult to get out of without help. There is also a recess in the back for someone’s cuffed wrists to set in, but I figured that wouldn’t be needed in this case. There would be hooks on the sides for ankle cuffs. And there would be straps in various parts to go over the body to keep it attached.

This chair differed slightly. Instead of the usual leather straps, there were hooks for the various chains to be locked to. My side chains that hung from my armpits to my ankles were locked to the various hooks that were attached to the chair. There must have been a dozen hooks on each side from my ankle to my armpits. My collar was also locked to the back of the chair. He had tilted the chair up to ease the drop into it, since those chains were keeping me taut, but my knees were able to bend. By the time I was finished being locked to the chair, I couldn’t move a muscle.

All this took some time, and when he was finished, Master Leach said “it’s lunch time. I’ll just leave you here like this to enjoy and fix something for my lunch.” He left, and I heard him fixing his lunch. I was left to try to adjust to being chained tightly to this chair, which included sitting on that item he screwed onto my butt plug. In addition to the usual pain from my nipples, butt plug, and spiked cock sheath, I was starting to get complaints from other parts of my body from the tight chains. But all I could do was sit there and wait. I’d been tied to a chair with rope before, unable to move, but this was something else.

Finally he arrived back. After taking more pictures, he covered me with a blanket and wheeled me outside. I could feel the drop in elevation as we headed down to the lower level. When we got to the door, he pulled out a key and unlocked it. He wheeled the chair inside. After closing the door he turned on a light. I, of course, couldn’t see, but I could tell from the nose holes when he did that.

I heard the sound of a lock being opened, and a door being opened. Then came the long process of unlocking me from the chair. As he was doing so he was saying “I hope you like these chains and this chair. You’ll be experiencing them more later this week as a friend comes by with his van to take you to his place for some fun.” I started thinking about how long I would be able to tolerate being in these tight chains. I knew that they had to already be leaving their marks on me.

Finally he pulled me up out of the chair. He had me stand for a minute before he inched me back into what turned out to be a stand-up metal cell which was about my height (6 feet), and only wide enough for me to fit into. He moved me like you’d walk a cabinet, going from one edge to the other. Once inside with the door closed and locked, he started locking me to the sides. He also attached two more short chains to the rings at the sides of my collar to pull up to lock to the bars at the top. The hanging chains at my ankles were tightly attached to the bottom rings of the cell. My arms were tightly attached to the cell as well.

Just as there were about 12 attachment places for the chains to be locked to hooks in the transport chair, there were also about 12 places where the hanging chain was attached to bars in the cell. I wasn’t going to be moving from my position in this cell. But he had one more final touch to make. There were horizontal bars at the top in the back. He pushed my collar back so that the back of it was behind the cell between the horizontal bars. He got a thin metal bar which he put behind the horizontal bars and through the back of my collar. This tightened my collar considerably. I was starting to choke. He fastened the ends of that thin bar so I wouldn’t be able to remove it, and stepped back.

“I know you are turned on by breath control, so I thought I’d give you something to struggle with while you’re confined here. You will be here for the rest of the day and night. I hope you enjoy it.” Chuckling to himself, he left the room, turned off the light, closed and locked the door, and I heard his boot steps walking away.

I was struggling to get air through those two little pinholes at my nostrils. And I was tightly confined to this cell. I couldn’t move anything, except my cock. It had gotten hard, and was being skewered by those spikes in the sheath. The metal cylinder it was in prevented it from growing any wider, which pushed the spikes in more, since the sheath was flexible. I was in a lot of pain from this. As I was struggling to get air, my cock erupted, producing more pain. I was thinking that this was a truly sadistic way to be confined in a cell. I loved it.

I soon heard him return. I didn’t think he would go to all that trouble just to have me confined here for this short a time. He didn’t. He just came back to take more pictures before leaving. I was to spend the night here like this. I tried to adjust to this strenuous position. I was certainly getting physically challenged.

 

To be continued …