Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 11

By felon

Once again I was left alone in the apartment, no cell phone, and a bunch of work orders to process for my job in my e mail. So I put TV on and sat down to do some work. About 10:30 pm I received an e mail from the PO, checking on the status of my ankle device.

All seemed to be in working order on this end, and I was informed that I was confined to the apartment for the next four days. Instantly I reached for the bowl on my desk and realized my car keys had been removed from the bowl. However the car was parked out in the lot right where I had left it.

I went to bed about 11 pm, and I slept soundly. I was awake at 3 am when there were flashing yellow lights outside my window. With the painted glass, the best I could determine was a tow truck was near my parked car. Later I discover my car had been removed.

My world seems to be getting smaller and smaller. Now I could not sleep and sat up all night dozing through old movies and infomercials on the TV. I jolted awake around 7 am when I heard a car start. When I opened the door there was a heavily taped box sitting at the door. It was heavy as I dragged it into the apartment. The driver of the car must have left it at my door.

Of course I was being watched by the multitude of cameras scattered throughout the place, and I assume anyone associated with this group could tune in anytime they wanted.

Around 9:30 am my PO was at the door and looking for the box I had dragged in from the front porch. He indicated that as the week progressed I would be well aware of what was expected for a weekend “get-acquainted” gathering at the apartment. After the weekend party the group would make a decision on what direction my future would take. In addition there would be a suprise guest that would certainly get my attention.

In the box was used bondage equipment he brought from the farm location of a few weeks ago. I was to assume a face up position on the bondage table while he installed thick metal bands on my legs and arms, all attached to heavy chains. The leg chains attached to a long chain that was padlocked to a metal clip in the floor. The chains had been cut long enough to allow access to the toilet, kitchen area and work desk. Obviously the chain did not reach the bed. So if I was chained I would be in another position at night. A well-used humane restraint gag was available and hanging on the end of the bondage table.

While my PO was getting me placed on the table, the front door unlocked and his paramedic buddy arrived. Since I was on my back I had a very good view of the two men as they towered over me. Both mature large men proceeded to discuss what meds were to be given this afternoon, again tonight and tomorrow in prep work for the weekend gathering. I was given two shots in the crotch/base of cock area which showed in an immediate hard-on for me. Then an injection up the ass with a butt plug inserted. The paramedic told the PO to stop back after work and give me two additional injections in the groin. As these two guys stood about the foot of the table, a third guy entered the room. All three discussed the weekend plans, and the most recent arrival (who must have been a cop) said that he would be handling security for the weekend so there would be no issues since the scene at the farm. The PO and the paramedic left and I was alone with the new guy. He pulls my chained legs up in the air using a dangling hook from the ceiling, unzips and removes the butt plug.

He proceeds to lube up and deep drill my ass, over and over, grunting and then gasping as he made a deposit. He then reinserted the plug, dropped my legs down on the table, got dressed and left. I was laid on the table chained and cuffed, but able to move about most of the apartment. He walks over to my desk, disconnects my work laptop, and walks out the door.

My world is getting smaller by the hour…

Now I have some time to rest or try to relax, which is not easy with a hard-on that will not give up. The cameras are always on so I assume anyone could be watching at all hours of the day. I can’t reach the front door so I have no way of knowing who is outside, and I can’t see out the windows, on the dining table there is a glass of water and two pills. A note indicated that I should take the pills at dusk, and that I would be watched to make sure they were taken.

It seems that the weather outside is getting nasty, we are in the midst of a severe thunderstorm in the West Virginia mountains, and as I moved to a chair in the room, all the lights went out….

So I took the pills and sat down again and drifted off in the darkness.

Prison without guards, cell without bars, what comes next?

Hope you are enjoying this, some of which is from actual events, and I am always interested in hearing from tops into this level of kink. Message me I will respond, Felon

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One thought on “Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 11”

  1. Great story – very imaginative – as a full time slave – do know the feeling as the outside world gets more distant – but interesting how this story uses that with the unknown weekend approaching……..
    Hope lots more to come.

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