By Mister-X / Spartan

That day the clouds had cleared and it was beautiful in the morning.  I decided to go exploring down the second path and see if I could find another facility.  I walked down to and beyond the intersecting path I’d taken to return on the second day.  It wasn’t far to another building.  I was curious to see what the guys in this building were up to.

This one had a guard in the front, with a solid metal door leading into another room.  The guard was intent on someone else who was talking to him, so I quickly walked on, not wanting to be dragged into another facility like had happened two days prior.  I decided to go around the building to see if there were any windows I could look in.  This was a much more solidly built building than any I’d seen here so far.

 

[[WARNING: This story contains extreme elements that some readers might find objectionable. Continue reading at your own risk.]]

 

There was a high window around the back.  With a little effort I was able to get up on my tiptoes and look in.  I saw a bunch of prison bars.  So this was a prison.  I knew that we had stopped at a prison on the way here to let another guy off, one that was called Maximum Security Prison, while this one was probably just a temporary bondage prison.  I wondered whether the guys in here had requested this, and figured they probably had.  But it was time for me to start heading back to the facility for lunch.

After lunch I had to decide what I wanted to experience in the dungeon.  I was still pretty tired after the cum session of the previous day.  Plus the tighter collar and tighter chain was starting to sap some of my energy as I would have to exert my muscles to keep them in place.  So I opted for something a little easier to deal with.  I decided to be restrained in one of those small boxes again with my head sticking out, gagged with a padlock but no hood or blindfold, so I could see what was happening in the dungeon.

It wasn’t long before Raoul noticed me.  The two guys he had been with had both gone home, the one he fucked and the one he whipped.  He came up to me and said “looks like you need something different filling that mouth.  But I’ll have to get that gag out to do that, and I don’t have the key to unlock it.  Too bad.  One of these days I’ll have access to it, and you can experience my big tool.  I look forward to it.”

Again, Raoul scared me.  I didn’t want to have anything to do with him.  I was glad to see that he wasn’t at the facility that I’ll be spending the next week at.

At dinner that night I had a different person sitting to my right.  He seemed to be new, and I figured it would be best to let him start the conversation.  He was tall and handsome, dressed like me in a full rubber cat suit, ankles cuffed and hands cuffed in front, but he seemed nervous to be here, so it was probably the first day of his first visit.  He didn’t seem to want to talk.  After dinner I walked around some more.  My back was starting to bother me with my wrists pulled up as far as they were.  I was starting to be a little uncomfortable in this position.

Soon after I returned to my room the employee came by to service me again.  He kept me in the bondage I’d been in all day, just removing the chastity to stroke my tits and penis.  It quickly shot out hard, and in no time I erupted.  I figured I must have been more turned on by the day’s activities than I’d thought.  Soon after it was time for bed.  They’d returned to the leather sleep sack and hood again.  And shortly after getting strapped into them both I was asleep.

The next morning went as it had the day before.  The collar was again a notch tighter, and it was definitely starting to choke me a little.  And after breakfast the connecting chain was pulled another link higher.  It was now uncomfortable.  My shoulders started hurting as soon as the chain was connected.  And I had to strain to keep from choking with my hands pulling hard on the back of my collar.  I could see that this was going to be a difficult day to get through.

I was concerned that I would encounter Raoul, so I decided to go immediately into the dungeon and be placed in one of the small cages over on the side, with my hands chained up to the top so I didn’t have to exert muscles to keep them that way, and just see what was happening.  After I was inside the cage but before they strapped the gag back on, I told them I wanted to be let out for lunch, but they said that once in the bondage in the dungeon which I’d requested, I was not to be let out until dinner.  So I’d missed another lunch.

There had been a turnover in people in the dungeon.  A lot of the guys I was seeing were new.  And some of the activity was more intense than I’d seen before.  The guy who was next to me at last night’s dinner was one of the new people.  He was completely naked with his hands in cuffs pulled up so high, attached above him, that he was on the balls of his feet.  He was gagged, and looked afraid of what was to come.

Soon Raoul came out in his executioner’s hood and leather uniform, including knee high boots.  He looked even scarier than I remembered him being.  He walked up to that guy with a shit-eating grin and said something to him.  The guy closed his eyes in response and got a scared look on his face.  Raoul started feeling the guy, checking out his physique.  The guy seemed to be pretty well built and solid, and was well hung.

After a few minutes Raoul brought out a paddle and started hitting the guy, lightly at first, then increasingly harder.  His body, at least the part I could see, was soon turning red.  The last few blows were to the guy’s balls.  This got a reaction, a couple of moans.  Raoul switched instruments and brought out a cane.  He started hitting the guy on the parts that he’d already hit with the paddle.  The red areas were starting to get some crimson lines across them, and the skin was broken in places.  The last blow with the cane was to the guy’s balls.  That brought out some full-throated screams.

Raoul again switched instruments and brought out a whip.  He started whipping the guy on the same parts he’d hit before.  The guy started yelling with each hit.  But at least Raoul didn’t whip the guy’s balls.  Afterwards the guy was left hanging by his cuffed hands.

That was one session.  He was in four such sessions during the day with long breaks between each.  By the end of the day the guy’s head was hanging down and he was crying.  His body was a mass of welts.  When we were all finally released to go have dinner, they had to help the guy walk out of the room.

He was late arriving for dinner, and sat down next to me at the table.  He was again dressed like me.  When I had a chance to chat with him, I said “I was in the dungeon today in a cage over in the corner and I saw the terrific beating you were given.  You can’t tell me you wanted that, and get turned on by it.”

“No, I didn’t want that and don’t get turned on by it.”

“Then why do you put yourself through that?”

“It’s my partner’s doing.  He is my master, and he thinks I need to be toughened up more so I’m able to withstand his beatings.  He’s the one who got the form and had me sign it in front of a notary.  He’s paying for this.”

“I hope they treated your wounds before they put you in that rubber cat suit.  That suit can’t feel very good over those.”

“They treated them, and yes, I really notice my wounds under this tight rubber cat suit.  But I’ve wondered about you.  That’s a really tight metal collar, and I notice your face is getting red from it.  Do you want that, and do you get turned on by it?”

“Yes and yes.  And it gets tightened a notch every day, about 1/8 inch.”

“I don’t think I’d want to trade places with you, then, since I don’t like anything tight around my neck.  How long are you here for?”

“I know I definitely would not trade places with you.  I’m here for two weeks, and tomorrow is the end of my first week.  How about you?  How long are you here for?”

“I’m here for four weeks of this.”

“Good God.  I’d hate to think of what your body will look like after four weeks of those beatings by Raoul.”

“My partner will be down after two weeks for a two week stay of his own.  He will be the one to administer the beatings then.  He’s about as intense as this guy is, so it’s not going to be any easier with him.  But at least we will be able to play at night with me being in tight bondage.  I like that.”

“Good luck.”

This was the first guy I’d talked to who was not happy to be here, and that was because his coming here was not his idea, but his partner’s.  This was a different arrangement than I’d heard about before.  But so far, I’ve decided to come here permanently.  Let’s see what the rest of the stay will be like.

The next morning the collar was made another notch tighter.  It was getting difficult to get it on.  It was definitely choking me, but I could still deal with it.  It was the connecting chain between the wrists and collar which was another link closer that was put on after breakfast that was the hard one to put up with.  But this time I was told that I was going to the choking facility, and was taken to the van.  Also going was that permanent resident, red faced in his very tight collar.  Everyone seemed to be looking forward to the trip.

At the choking facility I had to first be checked in at the administrative desk.  As had been told me before, they were expecting me.  After that I was taken over to a little cage and placed in it.  My restraints were kept on, and were not attached to anything.  The connecting chain was pulling down my back and I had no support on which to use to ease the pulling down.

Soon the employee I’d first met here came to me and asked “are you having trouble keeping your arms up so that it’s choking you?”

I nodded my head up and down as best I could.  He responded “good.  That’s the idea.”  Then he strapped one of those leather hoods on my head over the gag.  It had pin holes only at the nostrils to breathe through.  That, of course, made things worse.

I had difficulty finding a comfortable position to be in.  Finally, like I’d done at the small cage in the dungeon, I crossed my legs as best I could with the connecting chain on my ankles and leaned forward.  This was about as comfortable a position as I could find.  Apparently I was going to be kept like this all day until dinner time.  It wasn’t very enjoyable not being able to see anything and not doing anything other than just sitting there listening to what went on around me.  I wasn’t sure I was liking this.

Then I got a surprise.  The employee came by and removed my chastity after unzipping the crotch zipper on my rubber cat suit.  He started stroking my penis until I erupted, which didn’t take long.  He left it out, not putting my chastity back on.  It didn’t take long for me to start getting hard again.  Soon he was back stroking it again, and I erupted again.  I decided that being here wasn’t so bad, after all.

I had erupted four times before the end of the day’s session.  After the fourth a period of several hours passed in which I wasn’t hard.  I was a little tired after this, but I decided that I was going to like being in this choking facility after all.

At dinner the guy who was next to me was again delayed sitting down.  He again looked pretty beat when he did, and didn’t seem to have much of an appetite.

“Another rough day?” I asked.

He just nodded his head up and down.  He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk, so I didn’t push it.  I was pretty upbeat.

That night I declined the service again and was soon back in my leather sleep sack and hood.  It looked like I’d be spending most of my remaining time at this facility in a leather hood with pin holes only at the nose.  That was fine with me.

The rest of that remaining week continued as that day had gone at the choking facility with two differences.  Each day my metal collar was made another notch tighter, choking me a little more.  And in the middle of the week they set up one of those cords leading from one side of the cage, going around my neck above the collar after the rubber cat suit hood was lowered, and reconnecting to the other side of the cage.  By the end of the week I was like that permanent resident with a beet red face.  But that was my big turn-on.  My penis was wanting out of its chastity as soon as that collar was put on in the morning.  And it was ready to blow when that cord was tightened around my neck.  At least they didn’t make the connecting chain between wrists and collar any tighter after I’d been sent to the choking facility.

Each tightening of the collar made me hornier.  The last day I was there with the beet red face I came six times.  It would have been more but the employee couldn’t come by too often, having other duties to perform on others.  By then I was hooked.  I wanted to move here permanently.  Like the permanent resident, I was happier here than I’d ever been.

My dinner companion took a look at my beet red face and just shook his head.  But he was in a lot of pain from his beatings, which were covered up by his tight rubber cat suit.  I wouldn’t want to be him, beaten by Raoul.

When finished with my two week stay, I was interviewed.  When asked whether I would return, I said that I’d like to return permanently.  They were pleased to hear this, and said that I, of course, would need to close my affairs back in the states, and that I should let them know when I’d finished that and would be returning.  There was some paper work to take care of, naturally, but I was more than willing to do what was needed to move here.  The paper work said that as long as they provided me with being kept in bondage and being choked, in addition to providing room and food, I was willing to stay here and authorize them to deduct their fee from my checking account each month.  I was more than willing to agree to this and signed in front of the American notary they had on hand.

Back home, I quickly took care of selling my belongings, including my home, donating what I couldn’t sell.  It was an active market for home sales, so it just took a couple of days.  Before I knew it, I was back on the plane going back to that facility.  I took nothing with me other than the clothes on my back.  My penis was already getting erect in anticipation.  I had to be careful not to get a wet spot that showed.

When I arrived I was shown to a room, different from the one I’d had before, but similar, just a bed and bathroom.  I was immediately given the clothes and restraints I’d had on when I was there before.  The rubber cat suit was the same size.  The collar was at the tightness it was at on the last day there, which got my face beet red again.  The connecting chain to my hand cuffs was the same length.  The leather penis gag was the same size.

I had gotten there a few hours before dinner, as before, and was looking forward to meeting up with that permanent resident again.  But I didn’t see him at dinner.  I thought that was curious.  The guy seated next to me was the same guy I’d had next to me before I left, dressed in his full rubber cat suit.  I said “hello again”.

He looked over at me, realizing that I was back.  “So you’re back for more.”

“Yes, I’ve moved here permanently.  I assume your partner is here now.”

The guy introduced me to Joe, the guy to his right, who I learned was his partner.  I figured I’d better be careful of what I said.  Joe was what I would have expected my neighbor to be attracted to:  a tall, dark and handsome hunk, a guy who the one next to me would be willing to go through this hell for.  The guy next to me introduced me as ‘that guy who gets turned on by being choked that I’d told you about’.  On hearing this, Joe, dressed in tight leathers that accentuated his physique, gave me a beaming smile.  My heart melted on seeing that.  I wouldn’t mind having a guy like that choke me.  I wouldn’t even mind having him beat me.  I started understanding the guy next to me a little better.  What a handsome hunk Joe was.

“I guess your stay here is just about up.  When do you head back?”

Joe answered “probably not for a while yet.  There was a vacancy that came up for someone to punish other guys in the dungeon.  They like what I do, and have offered me a job.  I’m thinking about accepting their offer.  My room would be provided, and since the two of us share the same room so we can get in some more play in the evenings, we will both be staying here longer if I accept.  And if I do well, they said I could get a promotion to another of their facilities here which is growing.  They said that if I get that job my partner could join me there.  What do you think of this place?”

“I obviously love it, since I moved here permanently.  I think you’d be crazy to turn down the offer.”

“That’s what I thought too.  I’ve decided to accept it.”  This produced a pained expression on the guy next to me, as he realized what he was in for on a regular basis.  We both noticed his reaction.  When we both started getting up, which brought an employee over to me to reconnect my gag and move my handcuffs to my back with the connecting chain hooked up, I noticed that Joe was starting to do the same to the guy next to me.  He also gagged him, put his handcuffs on his hands behind him, added a connecting chain to bring these well up his back to attach to his metal collar, and added a leather hood with pin holes only at the nose.  I’d earlier noticed a bulge under the rubber cat suit at the tits where there apparently were some clamps attached.  He probably had a butt plug inserted as well.  Apparently he was kept well secured at night for their evening play.  I envied him his partner.

While I was being restrained but before the gag was put in I asked the employee “what happened to that permanent resident that likes being choked?  I didn’t see him at dinner.”

“He’s been moved to another facility which we have for permanent residents.”

I figured that there were more buildings here than I had seen in my limited explorations.  That night I was in the rubber sleep sack and hood, pinholes only at the nose.  I was soon fast asleep, comfortable in my new home.

The next day the collar was not tightened any further, being kept at the same intensely tight size.  And after breakfast the connecting chain was not shortened any further.  I was lined up for transportation to the choking facility as before.  At the facility I was treated just like I’d been before.  It was great to be here.  I was loving it.  My chastity was kept off during my stay at the choking facility so my penis could be serviced, and put back on afterwards.  I was in bondage heaven.

In the next few weeks the three of us at dinner were getting to know each other better.  The guy next to me was having his bondage stepped up a lot.  He was brought to dinner now by Joe.  He would be wearing a full rubber cat suit which covered his eyes, gagged, his hands cuffed behind his back and brought up painfully toward the metal collar around his neck, not nearly as tight as mine, attached by a tight connecting chain, a leather corset stretched tightly around his mid-section, clamps on his tits.  Joe would padlock his ankles together when he would sit him down, as well as strap his legs together above his knees, then pull his ankles back under the chair and connect them to his wrists behind his back with another chain.  He would add a thick strap around his corseted stomach to attach him to the chair.  His breathing was labored through his nose.

Joe would feed him after he removed his leather penis gag, which was now bigger than the one I would have on.  For drink he would have a glass of piss.  All this after having been beaten that day in the dungeon.  It was all pretty intense.  I couldn’t tell whether he was enjoying it or not.  I remembered him saying that he didn’t like anything tight around his neck, so I figured he wasn’t liking the metal collar with his cuffed hands pulling back on it.  After we were finished eating, after Joe had immediately put his gag back in, I asked Joe “do you keep him that intensely in your room at night?”

He replied “more intense than this.”  The guy nodded his head in agreement.

I asked “where does he sleep at night?”

“When he’s in the room I cuff his hands over his head and attach the cuffs to an overhanging beam, pulling him up onto his tiptoes.  Otherwise, he’s kept in everything you saw him in when I brought him in here, except that I’ve got a metal pole attached to the full length of his back from the overhead beam down to the floor, and to which I strap his ankles, legs above the knee, stomach over the corset, collar and gag.”

“Does he get much sleep that way?”

While the guy was shaking his head back and forth, Joe said “don’t know and don’t care.  Being in bondage is what’s important.  After we finish playing I just leave him like he is and go to bed.”  I was thinking that I would be willing to have that handsome hunk do that to me any time he wanted to.

Joe added “they’ve been telling me that I will be getting that promotion soon.”  I congratulated him.  And I told my dinner companion “you’re lucky to have a master like you’ve got.”

Then I asked Joe “would you be willing to keep me that way after I return from my day’s activities?”

Joe said “give us a chance to discuss it.”

The next day the program director asked me if I wouldn’t mind giving a testimonial for their internet site.  I told them I would be quite happy to.  In this testimonial I acknowledged that this place more than met my expectations, that it was everything I could wish for.  I added that, being independently wealthy, I had decided to move here permanently so that I could live out my bondage fantasies every day.  I added that I’ve now been here a couple of months, and it was like being in heaven.  I said that the employees do exactly what you tell them to do, so you need to tell them exactly what you want done.

They were more than happy to get my testimonial.  I’m sure that it would probably get others interested in coming here, which was fine with me.  I believe in rewarding people who produce a good product.

It was a day after that that Joe said “we’ve talked it over, and decided that I’d be willing to put you into the bondage at night that I put my partner into.”  He gave me his room number and told me to come by after dinner.  I was excited about it.

When I got to his room he had already attached his partner to the pole.  He said “you realize, I will be doing everything to you that I do to my partner.”

“Good.  I look forward to it.  I want things stepped up a bit, as they’ve become rather routine for me at this facility.”

“Okay, then.  Let’s get started.”  He unzipped the covers over my tits and applied tit clamps.  I didn’t particularly like the pain they caused.  He had me bend over and inserted a rather long butt plug.  When I stood back up I realized that it had reached my prostate.  My penis wasn’t happy to be in its chastity.  He put on a blindfold.  He had gotten the keys to my chastity and cuffs.  He undid the cuffs from behind my back, cuffed them in front of me, and stretched them up to attach to another rafter from the one that his partner was attached to, pulling me up until I was on my tiptoes.  My wrists started hurting quite a bit.  He had another pole there which he started attaching me to.  It didn’t take him long until I was bound like his partner.  After finishing with me he went over to his partner and started playing with him.  I started hearing various sounds as he would first give him pleasure, then give him pain.  I felt like I was intruding on them, being in their room.

I got very little sleep that night, primarily due to the pain in my wrists.  In the morning Joe let me out of everything and I was able to go back to my room to get ready.  The employee who usually took care of my things was already there.  He seemed to know where I had been.

At breakfast Joe asked “do you want me to do that to you again after returning from your facility tonight and bring you out to dinner like I do my partner?”

“Of course.  And hopefully you can treat me again afterwards like last night.  But I felt like I was intruding on you two in your room.  Would it be possible for you to keep me that way in my room?”

“I’ll tell the management to have that spare pole attached to your room so that it can be done.”

That now became the way I was kept after returning from the choking facility, being fed at dinner by the employee.  The butt plug, tit clamps and corset were now always kept on even when at the choking facility.  Despite the pain, I was enjoying it.  And with the light dinner, plus a lessened breakfast, the corset didn’t adversely affect my stomach’s digestion.

About a month later Joe said at dinner “It’s planned for me to get that promotion next week.  They’ve been waiting to get a suitable replacement for me, and he’s due to arrive tomorrow.”  My dinner companion was having trouble sitting, so I figured he’d had a larger butt plug inserted.

Later that same night the facility people came to me and said that due to my glowing testimonial, interest in their facility had picked up, and they were out of rooms to put vacationing people into.  They said I would have to be moved to their permanent facility to make room.  I was looking forward to this so that I could meet up again with that permanent resident I had met.

Since the only belongings I had were the clothes I wore coming here plus what were provided for me in the way of restraints, and the clothes were already packed away, there didn’t need to be any more packing that I did.  After they had let me down from the pole and removed my cuffs from the overhead beam, they locked my wrists behind me, put the connecting chain back on, and I was walked down that second path toward the permanent facility.  Again, the butt plug, tit clamps and corset were left on.  I started remembering back to when I had walked down this path before.  I figured that I hadn’t gone far enough down to get to the permanent facility building.

When we got to the first building I’d seen down that path, I started getting a bad feeling.  It was the prison.  When he started taking me up to that building to enter it, I started to stop.  He started pulling me.  He was a lot stronger than me, and wasn’t in any restraints, so it wasn’t much of a match.  Plus the guard at the facility saw us and came out to help bring me in.

The employee was saying “there’s no need to be upset.  You’ll be able to get the same turn-on here that you would get at the choking facility.  The only difference is how you are kept at night and the food, which isn’t as good.”

I was checked into the facility with the guard filling out some administrative work.  Then I was led inside the locked metal door.  I was led to a cell past a long line of other cells.  I walked past others there, cuffed, gagged, leather hood over their heads with pinholes only at the nose, hands not cuffed behind them, but pulled up and chained to the top of their cage, forcing them to stand on the balls of their feet, much as I’d been doing for the past month.  The cells they were in were stand-up cages, only as wide as their bodies.  And their bodies were all naked, covered with scars.  This was now to be my permanent home.  I was shocked.

I wasn’t expecting to be treated like this after my glowing testimonial.  This place now had access to my checking account, able to withdraw the steep monthly fee for keeping me here, their only requirement being to keep me in bondage and choke me, now keeping me in this tiny place.  And I figured that was true of all the guys here, that they were to be kept in the bondage they’d asked for while having large sums extracted monthly from their checking accounts.  I didn’t know what the food would be like, but I figured it would be meager.  On the walk to my cell I happened to glance over at the communal bathroom facilities and shower.  And I saw a bunch of dirty metal plates piled up, probably what dinner had been served on.  I had definitely taken a huge step down in living conditions.

At my cell was the final blow.  The employee who was there to put my hood on and lock my cuffed hands to the top was Raoul.  With a big smile he said “welcome to your new home.  I’ve been promoted, now being permanently assigned here, so we will be getting to know each other much better in the coming years.  I have carte blanche to do to all of you whatever I want to do, as long as it also involves providing the bondage you requested in writing.  And being gagged and restrained here permanently, you won’t be able to complain about your treatment to anyone.  I’m the one with the keys to your restraints, including your gag.  But the one for your chastity seems to have gotten lost.

I told you I would be having fun with you the first time I saw you, but you’ve been avoiding me since then.  That wasn’t nice of you.  That’s about to change.  You won’t be having that tight rubber cat suit on when I’m having fun with you, but it will be a nice addition after I’m finished, something the others here don’t get to experience.  I’m looking forward to giving you your daily experience starting tomorrow, getting my paddle, cane and whip on your naked body and getting my tool in your ass while you’re pulled up onto the balls of your feet by a chain attached to that collar, your hands and ankles cuffed and out of the way.  You’ll really start getting choked now.  You’ll love it.  But without your rubber cat suit on under it, I’ll first have to start ratcheting your collar tighter until I can get that nice beet red look back into your face, and then leave it like that, losing that key like your chastity key got lost.  Of course, your collar can be tightened later if it can be, but it’ll never come off.  But that’s what you ordered us to permanently do to you.  Let’s get you secured.  Try to get some sleep.  You’ll need it.  I’ve got a busy day tomorrow dealing with all the guys here.  Fortunately another guy is to be assigned here next week to help out.  We’ve met, and he says that the guys here should be better restrained than they are, that they should be kept restrained as he keeps his partner restrained at this facility when he’s not beating him each day.  I’m looking forward to hearing his ideas and implementing them.”

And I was hoping Joe would get here soon and take over responsibility of me.  I wouldn’t mind being beaten and restrained by Joe.  But I knew that Raoul has been wanting to have me as his own.  Either way, I knew my life here was about to get more intense.  The regularity of the last month’s routine was about to change again.

 

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