Bondage Fantasy World – Part 7

By Mister-X / Spartan

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime in there, struggling for air, I was let out of the safe.  I was also removed from the tiny cage, after they removed all the chains that had been attaching me to it.  Then I was let out of the chains that had been on me.

The guards that had been doing this turned me over to the cleaning crew to be marched down for my 1 minute shower, weekly milking and drink of water.  It took some time for me to be able to stand, let alone walk, let alone march.  All I had on were my ankle cuffs with chain, hand cuffs, and plug gag.  I almost felt naked.  Actually, I was, except for the restraints, the butt plug, the tit clamps and the chastity.  As I was led past the big guy’s cell he started rattling the bars.  He obviously wanted me back.

When the cleaning was over, I was put back into the other restraints and gear, except for one item.  The belt was left open on my butt end and no butt plug was put in.  I was getting nervous about what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, when I was returned to the cells, I wasn’t put into my regular one, but instead, I was put into the one with the big guy.  His eyes expressed his pleasure at seeing me.  But after leaving me there, the guards left.  So I wasn’t there for a show, to work off any demerits.  This was now to be my new cell.

There was a problem.  There was only one cot in the cell.  I figured I was going to have to sleep on the floor.  But the big guy came up to me and started pushing me over to the cot.  After I lay down on it, he lay down on it next to me.  I noticed that it was much bigger than the cot I’d had before.

With our hands cuffed behind us, and with plug gags strapped on, there wasn’t much we could do.  We were also both in chastity.  I wondered when that would be changed for him.  I had no illusions about why I was placed in this cell with access to my butt.  It was part of the stepping up process Hans had told me.

Soon Smiley was by and motioned to the big guy to come over to the door.  He didn’t take a lot of coaxing.  Smiley removed the guy’s chastity, and walked away.  The guy came back over to me and lay down next to me.  His cock was again erect.  I turned over to face him.  He motioned down to my butt, but I shook my head no.  He just shrugged his shoulders and got up to walk up to the front of the cell.  I was surprised.  I didn’t expect him to take my opinion into any account.  No one else did here, other than my previous cell mate.  I had to think about this.

Finally I decided that I needed a powerful friend in this prison, and that this guy could be the one.  So I got up and walked over to him (they hadn’t padlocked the cuffs on our ankles).  I motioned down to his cock, which was still erect, and motioned down to my butt, and nodded yes.  He lit up, and we both walked over to the cot and lay down.  Soon he was in me, much slower this time.  He kept looking at me for my reaction, and took it easy when he could see that I was starting to be in pain.  Finally he started entering in and out, and I was starting to get into it as well.  After a few thrusts, he ejaculated.

I was expecting him to remove his cock from my butt afterwards, but he kept it in.  After all the weeks with that big butt plug in, I was used to something big in there, though his cock was bigger than the butt plug.  But my butt had stretched after the first time he’d raped me, so it was accepting of it now.  In a couple of hours, he started thrusting again, and soon ejaculated again.  And again, he left it in there.  I figured that I was going to have to get used to always having his cock in my butt when I was in the cell with him.

We slept that way at night.  When morning came, and the sound of the metal plates being shoved into the cells started waking us up, we both got up and walked over to the cell door.  The guard was surprised to see us like we were.  But we both just ate and emptied out as usual, and returned to the cot, my back toward him.  Almost immediately his cock was in my butt again.

Later that day, the guards came to take the big guy down to the torture room.  It took a bunch of them to do that.  He was fighting them all the way.  After they left, Smiley and a couple of other guards came into my cell with chains and started chaining me up again.  This time they stood me up, put chains around my ankles after padlocking them, chains around my legs above my knees, chains around my stomach and cuffed arms behind, chains around my neck with a weight attached hanging down my back, and a chain noose hooked up to go over the beam overhead and tied padlocked behind.  I was forced up to my tiptoes, and left that way.

By now I was so used to being in chains, and being hung up by a noose, that it didn’t faze me.  My reaction to this was pretty blasé.  My butt plug was still not in, and the belt was open, and there was room behind me, so I figured that they expected the big guy to enter me while I was strung up there.  But by now that was also nothing special to me, after the many times he had entered me in the past day.

Day came, and went.  The big guy didn’t return.  The guards noticed that I didn’t seem to mind being strung up in the chains.  This seemed to bother them.  The next morning, they let me down just prior to the morning feeding and emptying.  I was left with just my hands cuffed behind my back, the plug gag strapped on, and my ankles padlocked.  It was the standard prisoner garb.

After the morning feeding and emptying, Smiley and a couple of other guards came into my cell again.  This time they had some different gear and a couple of short ropes.  They put a heavy 4 inch high metal collar on me which was tapered, so tight at the top it was pressing into my neck.  I had trouble breathing.  It had a ring at the back of the top part.

They put a rope around each of my wrists, undid the hand cuffs, and started pulling each of my wrists up behind my back.  They took their time, and finally got them close enough to my neck to put them in a reverse prayer position.  They screwed chatlet cuffs onto them, a pair that had an attached ring, and padlocked the ring from the cuffs to the ring at the back of that huge, heavy collar.  With that, they left.

My arms wanted to lower, but if they did, it would start to strangle me, cutting off my air.  I was free to move around the cell, but I had to be constantly careful.  If I just relaxed at all, my arms would start to lower and I would start to strangle.  Several times my air was completely cut off, and I had to find a place to rest my elbows to push them back up.  This was the worst position I’d been in since I’d been at this hell-hole of a prison.  Time slowly ticked away.  There was no place I could simply sit and rest my elbows on.  The side of the cot was not the right height.  The horizontal bars at the sides of the cell were not the right height.  And there was nothing else.  Each of these would work as a temporary relief spot, but I couldn’t stay there for long.  And when I’d leave, my elbows would start to drop again, and I would start to strangle again.

Every so often Smiley, or one of his guard friends, would stop and look at my discomfiture.  Smiley would always get a big smile on his face when he saw what difficulty I was in with this.  I would even notice a growing bulge in the front of his pants when he would see me struggle.

That was another problem I was having.  My penis also wanted to rise as a result of the predicament I was in.  With the belt loosened, it was able to move the metal chastity device up.  This caused the spikes from the cock ring to bite in, and caused me quite a bit of pain.  My penis had always gotten excited and hard when my breath was cut off, and the position I was in was causing that to happen with great regularity.  And my shoulders were aching something terrible.  I wondered if I would survive my imprisonment here.

After several hours of this the guards brought the big guy back.  He had been away for two days, and had been beaten severely.  He must have put up a great struggle, not wanting to be away while I was in his cell.  They had left the belt down at my back, so he had free entry when his chastity was off.  But at the time he was returned, his chastity was on.  We looked at each other.  I could see what the guards had done to him, and he could see the position I was in.  But there wasn’t anything either of us could do to help each other.

I was constantly having to shuffle around the cell to either find a position to support my elbows, or to get out of the temporary relief position I would be in.  He was trying to rest and get some sleep after his treatment, and my shuffling was preventing him from doing so.  He was starting to get annoyed at me.  That’s the last thing I wanted to have happen, but I had to keep moving to stay alive.  Finally he sat down on the floor on all fours and motioned for me to come rest my elbows on his back.  This was the right height to support my elbows, and in a position that I could maintain.  He was able to start getting some sleep in this position, so we both got what we needed.

When Smiley came by and saw us, he was not pleased.  He got a few more guards, and they removed me from the cell, taking me to my original cell.  So I was back to my original dilemma.  Smiley was pleased again.  He stood watching me for at least 15 minutes after I had been moved.  I noticed the bulge appearing again at the front of his pants.

I got almost no sleep that night.  I couldn’t take the risk of falling asleep, relaxing, and strangling myself.  Finally morning came, and it was time for feeding and emptying.  I was kept in that position, and feeding was extremely difficult.  I had to make an effort to keep my elbows up.  It was not easy.  Pissing was also extremely difficult.  My penis wanted to do other tasks than to piss.  But I managed.  Thinking back on it, I don’t know how I was able to survive that, but I managed.  My attitude had become one of ‘if I can survive this then I can survive anything’.  I was determined to make it for however long they had me in this.  But my body ached something terrible.

At last, toward the end of that next day, I was taken out of that terrible position.  When Smiley removed the collar and the cuffs, he wrote on them ‘08641’, showing them to me.  I didn’t know what that meant.  Was this going to be made a present for me when my time was up?  Was I going to be placed in them again?  Or did it mean that they would always be kept for me?  I didn’t know what to make of it.

I was returned to the standard prisoner garb, and returned to the cell with the big guy.  Soon his penis was in my butt, and we slept together again that way that night.  I wondered what other torture they would come up with for me.  But after that last session, I was ready for whatever it was.  Plus my stay had to be coming to an end soon.  The cleaning sessions were done at the end of each week, and I’d already had three of them.

The next morning, after feeding and emptying, the guards came for me again.  They had a thick, cloth bag with a draw-string which they put over my head, pulling the draw-string tight.  The bag had no holes for air.  They undid the padlock on my ankles, and started leading me down the hall toward the torture room.  I wasn’t able to make it all the way before I passed out from lack of air.

When I came to the bag was not on, the guards noticed I was conscious again, and once again put the bag over my head, pulling the draw-string tight, and we resumed our walk down the hall.  We went into the torture room, and I was taken to a recess in the floor.  I was lowered down and had my ankles and wrists attached to some restraints on the sides of the recess.  I had straps put around my body in various spots, with these also attached to the sides of the recess.  Soon I wasn’t able to move my body.  And all the time I had the bag on my head, unable to draw breath.  I passed out again before I was completely secured.

When I came to again, my head was a little above the level of a floor which had been placed over the recess.  I had on a metal hood which had a metal tongue suppressor, but which kept my mouth open.  The metal hood covered my nose and eyes, so I could only breathe through my mouth.  I tried moving other parts of my body, but was unable to do so.  Not having been able to see with that bag over my head, and now with the metal hood, I assumed from the feel of what happened that I was secured into a hole in the floor with my head sticking out with only my mouth accessing the outside.  All I could do was wait and see what happened.

Soon I felt something in my mouth.  It would slide in, then out, then back in, then back out.  The motions were increasing in speed.  I knew what it was.  Someone was about to ejaculate.  They soon did, and I could feel the cum going down my throat.  I was having trouble breathing, and had to control my gag reflex, as well as calm myself down, and wait for the guy’s penis to be removed so I could breathe again.  After he had finished, he removed it and I could breathe again.

But it was only temporary, as another soon replaced it.  This went on, and on, and on.  I figured all the employees at the facility were using me to get their rocks off.  And I figured that with the time that had been passing, some of the first ones would soon be ready to have another go at me, if they hadn’t already done so.

I lost count of how many guys I serviced.  It was hours before I had a break from this.  And no sooner did the last guy finish when that bag was put back over my face again with the draw-string pulled tight.  Soon I passed out again.  When I came to, the bag was still there, but the draw-string was not pulled tight, so some air got in.  But before long, it was removed, only to be replaced with another hard penis.  This must have been the shift change.  I had another several hours of servicing hard cocks.

After a few more hours, after all the cum I’d taken in, I had to take a leak.  But I remembered having been warned when I first checked in to the prison that I had to hold it in until the morning emptying, or incur another demerit.  I didn’t have to think about it for long.  The long line of hard cocks ended, the bag was placed over my head again with the draw-string pulled, and I passed out again.  When I awoke, it was there, but loose to provide air.  I wondered if I’d been asleep.

Soon, it was removed and another long line of hard cocks had to be serviced.  Another shift change.  This lasted for another several hours.  My bladder was really full.  I had to focus my attention on not pissing.  Finally, half-way through this last group, my bladder just couldn’t take any more, and I had to piss.  I hoped they wouldn’t notice.

When this group finished, the bag was placed back over my head again, and I heard and felt them start to release me from the restraints holding me in the recess.  They hadn’t finished when I passed out again.  When I came to, they had removed my metal hood, but had the bag back in place, though loose.  When they noticed I’d regained consciousness, they drew the draw-string closed again, and continued releasing me from the restraints holding me into the recess.  They were sniffing with their noses, so I suspected that they noticed that I’d pissed.

Finally released, they pulled me out and started walking me back to my cell.  I again wasn’t able to make it back to my cell before I passed out.  When I came to, the guards noticed I was conscious again, and pulled the draw-string tight again on my hood before continuing the journey.  Finally I heard the cell door open, I was let in, my ankle cuffs were padlocked, the bag was removed, and the guards left, closing and locking the cell door behind me.  When I looked back at them, Smiley had a big smile, pointed at my penis, and said, “numero dos”.  He knew that I hadn’t held it.  That now made two demerits that hadn’t been worked off yet.  I wondered when they would be, and what form it would take.

I got down on my knees and shuffled over to the cot.  The big guy was still asleep with padlocks on his ankle cuffs, as I also had.  Soon the metal plate sounds started becoming apparent, the big guy woke up, saw me and got a big smile on his face.  We both shuffled over to the opening at the bottom of the cell to again await our food, and our emptying.  I wondered what was next for me.

 

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2 thoughts on “Bondage Fantasy World – Part 7”

  1. Spartan,
    Ive read all your stories here on Metal`s sight. Ive read the Bondage Fantasy stories multiple times.
    I am a university professor so i have three months off during summer break. I planned this break in January. I found a leather master years ago who owns a huge cattle ranch. I offered to work for him if he made me his slave/object.
    I sent a link to Metals site, you stories, The Box, The Convict and some of my writing. Taking the cue from your Guatamalan prison, He kept me severely bound , tortured beaten when not working.

    IM RETIRING AFTER this term and joining his ranch hands under the condition that i am not paid and kept as fhe ranch slave/object .

    Your fault!

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