By Mister-X / Spartan
A couple of hours later, the door to the room opened again.
“There you are. We’ve been looking all over for you. You’re overdue for your weekly cleaning.” It was the two guys who took care of washing and milking me. I was very pleased to see them. At last I was going to be taken down.
By Mister-X / Spartan
When I awoke the next morning, I was noticing the smell of my body. It was the seventh day since I’d arrived here, and I hadn’t washed. Despite this, I was feeling a little better about myself. I figured I’d worked off the two demerits, and I had been able to withstand some awfully extreme bondage and punishment. Those were what I’d paid to go through, though I hadn’t expected them to be this severe. But a frustration was that I hadn’t been able to cum with that chastity device on. I wondered whether it would ever be removed during my stay here.
By Mister –X Spartan
I didn’t sleep much that night from the worry. The normal morning routine was again followed, and I soon found myself back in the outer office of Hans. “Ze next, and last, phase requires being taken to yet anosser room.” I was once again marched into the maximum security part of the prison while effectively naked, but with restraints. This time I did not have the blindfold on, so I could see into the other cells.
By Mister –X / Spartan
During the night I got very little sleep. My shoulders were in constant pain from the position they were in. Periodically guards would come to one of the cells, either to leave a prisoner off, then padlock his ankle cuffs, or to pick one up, removing the padlock so he could be marched away with that foot long chain attached to his ankle cuffs. Some who were being taken away were not pleased at the prospect, so I figured they were being taken for punishment. But some appeared to look forward to what they were going to get, so I didn’t know what was in store for them. And all the time it was very hot.
By Mister-X / Spartan
The ad intrigued me. “Spend your vacation living your bondage fantasies at our secluded location. Packages available for two weeks, a month, three months, six months and a year. Program tailored to your specific desires. Passport required, as our location is in Guatemala. If interested, request our application form.” An e-mail address was given.
By Mister-X / Spartan
There are seven of us. We’d all stuffed ourselves at dinner, and are ready to start The Game. We are gathered in my living room, and have taken all our clothes off. We do this every Friday night. I won last week, so I get to be this week’s host.
The six players are: 1, Eric; 2, Art; 3, Fred; 4, Vince; 5, Jim; 6, Billy. The order is based on who last won.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Mr. Johnson told Tim that he’d done the right thing, and if Roger worked out, Tim would be suitably rewarded the next weekend. But in the meantime, Tim was placed in bondage as usual in the other room. Mr. Johnson hoped that Tim and Roger would become pals, and that the two would confide in each other what their dungeon likes and dislikes were so he could find out and prepare accordingly.
By Mister-X / Spartan
That first Saturday for Tim out of the punishment sleep sack, all the boys were released at the same time to exercise and get cleaned up. Each would dress in his rubber cat suit with the hood down, go out to the breakfast table, and be restrained to his chair by the rubber boy. The last to sit down was Mr. Johnson.