By Mister-X / Spartan

While surfing the internet I came across an interesting ad.  “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.

I was bored, and had been looking for something different where I could have some bondage fun.  This sounded like just what I was looking for.  The fact that it was in a Latin American country concerned me a little.  But I thought I’d pursue it further to see what they have for a program and how much it cost.  I sent off the e-mail to the address given, and the next day the application form arrived attached to an e-mail.

 

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

 

I was surprised at how detailed it was.  There were various package deals, or lots of options, depending on the type of scene desired.  Did I like rubber, leather, metal, how tight did I like it – there were lots of questions about materials.  Did I like hands bound in front or back, ankles bound, knees bound, blindfolds, hoods full or partial, full body coverage.  Did I like to have associated pain, tit torture, cock and ball torture, and if so, clothes pins, clamps, intense clamps, needles, what level did I want.  Did I want to be gagged, and if so, what type did I want, rubber ball, and if so, what size, plug, and if so, what size, filthy rag or jock covered with duct tape, or rope.  Did I want my breath temporarily cut off or restricted, and if so, how.  Did I like to be choked, or hung by my neck.  Did I like to be suspended, and if so, upright or inverted.  Did I want to be put in chastity, and if so, relieved at what time level.  Did I want a butt plug, what material, what size.  Did I want to be humiliated, with a list of various ways.  Did I want to be treated like a military recruit, ordered around, or to be a slave or a master, or to be a prisoner.  Did I want to be jacked off while bound.  How often.  Did I want to be fucked while bound.  Mouth or butt.  How often.  The list went on and on.  There was even an option to be kidnapped as part of being taken to the facility, with an extra charge for this.  As I was reading it, I was envisioning living my bondage fantasies, and my cock was getting hard.  This was sounding more like what I wanted.  The price was high, but to get a program tailored to my wishes, I figured I would have to pay.  Besides, I was comfortably well off, not having to work.  I decided to try it out.

I didn’t want to try anything too severe initially.  So I decided to take the time to fill out the form to get something tailored to my desires.

I like to be put into bondage and kept that way during the day.  I figured there would be times I would need to be looked after, but otherwise, I didn’t want to spend all day in some room if I could help it.  So I opted for being able to walk around their facility while bound and gagged when initially in lighter bondage, hands cuffed behind my back, the cuffs on my hands being moved to the front at meal times so I could eat, with the restraints removed in the mornings after I got up so I could take care of my ablutions.  I wanted to be strapped into a sleep sack at night for sleeping.

My big turn on is to be choked, so I suggested having a snug collar on at first, which would be made slightly tighter every day while I was there, becoming really tight at the end of my stay.  And I suggested some other form of garroting as well, such as a cord tied around my neck toward the end of my stay.  This was something I enjoyed the feeling from, but knew not to do it when alone and bound, since between 500 and 1,000 people die from a type of asphyxia (choking) alone each year.

I am also into other forms of breath control as well, and mentioned this.  I wanted to have my cock serviced once a day, but kept in chastity otherwise.  My tits are sensitive, but I’m not much into having them clamped to produce pain.  I’d rather have them lightly rubbed when it was time for my cock to be serviced.

I like both rubber and leather, with a fondness for full body rubber cat suits, and wouldn’t mind a variety while I was there.  I like my cuffs and collar to be rigid metal.  I said that initially while there I wanted to see what devices they had, and would tell them which I wanted to be placed in.  I decided to go for the two week time frame.  They wanted my measurements, so I provided those, giving me my normal snug neck size to start with before the tightening.  All this I put down on the form.  It needed to be notarized, but was confidential so the notary did not see the details.  After I’d completed the form I sent it off with a check.

Several days later, when I checked my e-mails at home, there was a copy of the completed form for me to download, detailing what was in store for me during my stay, with instructions which included an airline reservation and what to bring, as well as the usual welcome words.  I downloaded the copy and checked it to make sure that they were setting the program up to satisfy my needs.  As I was reading it I was getting hard.  I had to stop midway through so I could jack off to remove that distraction.  When I got back and continued reading it, I found that they had set the program up perfectly.  I was looking forward to this.

On the day I was to leave, I packed the few things they told me I would need.  I got to the airport early, taking a taxi so I wouldn’t have to deal with the parking fee at the airport, which is pretty stiff.  There was a direct flight from the Los Angeles area where I lived to Guatemala.  On the flight down, I pulled out the form and started reviewing what I needed to do upon arrival.   I was instructed to look for a man holding up a sign with my name on it.  On arrival I spotted him and introduced myself, we shook hands, he told me to follow him, and we went to a waiting van.  The outside was quite hot and humid, as was the van.  The windows of the van were blacked out.  I was led inside to a seat.  I was instructed to put my hands through strap loops which were attached to the seat’s arms, and the assistant pulled them tight.  He did the same for my ankles, and strapped a seat belt on around my waist.  There was already another passenger there who had been on my flight.  Soon a few other passengers from the flight joined me, and were likewise secured in their seats.

A man alongside the driver looked back and on a loudspeaker, said, “Welcome to your bondage fantasy.  The facility is located a couple of hours away.  We will be stopping at a location in a few miles to get you suitably attired for the ride to the facility.  We want your bondage fantasy to begin as soon as possible.  Each of you has opted for something different.  When you arrive, stay in your seat until you are released to enter our changing area.  At that time, take whatever you brought with you and depart the van.  Your personal items will be kept at this location until your return from your vacation.  After you have been suitably prepared for the trip to the facility, you will be returned to this van.”

We were soon sweating.  With my hands restrained I wasn’t able to deal with it.  After a few miles, we pulled up to a garage.  After the door was opened, the van drove inside and the garage door was closed.  The passenger from the flight who was seated in the van when I got in was the first name called, and he exited the van with his carry-on.  Mine was the next name called.  I figured they must be taking people off in the order in which we entered the van.  I was released from my seat, picked up my carry-on case, and exited the van.

I was escorted to a room where a rubber cat suit had been laid out for me.  It was the size I had told them.  My escort told me to take off my clothes, and these, plus my carry-on, would be kept there at the facility until my return.  After they were off, my escort helped get me into the rubber cat suit.  It was a tight fit, but not overly tight.  We smoothed out the wrinkles.  He unzipped the crotch zip and put my cock in chastity.  He helped me get into some leather boots.  He put ankle cuffs over the boots which had a foot long chain between.  He put cuffs on my wrists behind my back.

Next he ratcheted a metal collar around my neck.  I’d always had one locked on before.  I’d never seen one that ratcheted shut.  It was snug, but not tight, as per my instructions.  They’d said that they would ratchet it one notch tighter each day during my visit.  I was starting to be impressed with their gear, which in many ways was more advanced than the standard gear in the states.  I’d heard that Europe was more advanced in bondage, and wondered whether they got their gear from Europe.

The last piece of gear was a penis gag which my escort put in my mouth and strapped it on behind, locking it.  I was now ready to be led back to the van.  With the foot long chain, it was slow going, but we soon got there and I was helped into the van.  I resumed my seat, and a seat belt was strapped on me.  Not everyone had gotten back yet.  A couple of guys who got there later than me and left later than me soon appeared.  We all seemed to have opted for similar bondage.

The last one to get on was the first guy to leave.  And he was bound a lot more severely.  He had a metal pole attached to his back, had his arms extended straight down behind his back to attach to the pole, and had a large collar also attached to the pole.  He seemed to have a larger gag in his mouth.  He looked to be in a daze as he boarded.  I envied him his intense bondage, but I didn’t know if I wanted something that intense.  If the minimum stay was for two weeks, then he was going to have a lot to deal with.

This guy also had two guards following him with uniforms which said ‘maximum security prison’.  When he was secured to the van, the two guards sat behind him.  This was our load, and we started off to the facility.  The drive took a couple of hours.  It was still hot and humid.  And in that rubber cat suit I was sweating.

Our first stop was at the prison.  The guy that was in the pole got released from his seat, and was escorted off by the two guards.  The rest of us stayed in the van.  The doors closed and off we went.  Apparently that guy was going to be spending his time in the prison.  Again, that appealed to me, but I didn’t want anything that intense for that long a period of time.  At least, not yet.

After another ten minute ride we arrived at what looked like a villa.  There was an outside stone fence and gate.  The fence was pretty high, probably to prevent outsiders from seeing what was going on inside.  There was a guy at the gate, and he recognized the van and let us through.  We were driven up to the entrance to the villa.  A guy came out with a clipboard and a list, and one by one we were released from the van and led into a room.

My room wasn’t very large, just having a bed and bathroom.  But I didn’t need much room.  I was told that the next meal wouldn’t be for a couple of hours yet, and that I was probably tired from my journey.  So I was lain down on my bed.  Everything was kept on as it was when I boarded the van.  I was told that after dinner I would be shown around the facility.

When I was taken to dinner, there was a large table at which about 50 people were gathered.  We were all in some form of bondage.  My cuffs, which had a short chain between, were taken off my wrists from behind my back and placed on my wrists in front.  And my gag was unlocked and removed, attached to my chair.

Dinner was nicely done.  It consisted of a large Mexican-style salad.  With the hot climate, that was perfect.  I didn’t feel like eating much, anyway.  When we were finished eating, we were put back into the bondage we had been in prior to being seated, and taken away.  My gag was locked back on, and the cuffs were taken off my wrists in front and put on my wrists behind my back.

I was helped out of my chair and started my tour of the facility.  My escort took me around to various rooms to show me what they had.  There was a room with a television set.  There was a room with books, mostly paperbacks, and magazines for people to read.  There was a game room, with card tables and table tennis tables.  There were people in all these rooms in various restraints.

There was a room with an indoor swimming pool.  There was a large dungeon.  There was a gym.  There were no people in these rooms, being after dinner.  My escort took some time showing me around the dungeon, pointing out the various devices and restraints.  It certainly was well stocked.

There was a lovely garden with lots of tropical plants.  There was an aviary with some tropical birds.  There was a little zoo with various local animals in attendance.  And outside there were various pathways where one could simply walk around the rest of the grounds.  It was obviously built on a large estate, all walled in.  I was impressed at what a nice facility they had.  It could easily be a resort that could attract a lot of people.  That it was one where people could enjoy being in bondage made it special for me.

When I returned to my room I had a lot to think about for planning my stay.  I like to explore wherever I go, and planned to spend a lot of my free time outdoors.  I would only be cuffed at wrist and with a chain at my ankles, as well as gagged and with a metal collar on, so I figured I could easily walk the grounds, though in that hot climate while wearing a full rubber cat suit, I would be sweating.

Finally it was time to retire for the night.  All my restraints were kept on while I was put into bed.  I’d thought I would be put into a sleep sack as I’d requested, but I figured they were saving this for later.  When I looked at my escort questioningly, he said that they wanted me to adjust after the trip, that the sleep sack would there for me the next night.

The next morning, after they had helped me get out of bed, they removed all my restraints, including my rubber cat suit but not my chastity, and had me take care of my morning ablutions.  After I had done so, they had me get into another similar rubber cat suit, and all the gear was put back on with one modification.  My collar was ratcheted one notch tighter, as I had requested be done each day.  It was still snug, not that tight.  I figured it was about 1/8 inch tighter.

Breakfast was a buffet in which each of us got a plate and filled it with what we wanted.  There was a lot to choose from, and it was all good, healthy food, except for the bacon, which I avoided.  After breakfast, my cuffs were again put on my hands behind me, and I was free to do whatever I wanted to do.  I was anxious to start exploring.

I was first curious to see what was going on in the dungeon.  I wasn’t disappointed.  There were guys being paddled and caned and even whipped.  There were guys in predicament bondage positions.  There were guys who were having their breath cut off.  There were guys suspended upside down.  There were guys in cages.  There were bound guys who were servicing the cocks of the attendants.  This room was obviously where most of the action was taking place.

I wasn’t interested in this activity yet.  I set out down one of the paths.  I soon passed a couple having sex, one servicing the other.  It looked like the one doing the servicing wasn’t pleased.  The one who was being serviced was dressed in the leather uniform all the employees wore.  He gave me a dirty look at first for coming upon them, but on seeing me restrained, he started checking me out.  As I was continuing down the path, he said with a smile “you just got here.  I’ll be having some fun with you later.”  I shot a glance at him after he said that, and he winked, laughing afterwards as he got back to his unlucky sub.  I didn’t want this employee doing to me what I was seeing him do to that guy.  He scared me.

I started wondering if I was safe walking down the path, bound as I was.  But I soon started enjoying the lush surroundings.  They had certainly a lovely area for this facility.  After exploring the path for a while, I found another intersecting path to take me back to the facility.  I figured it was getting close to lunch time.  I didn’t encounter anyone else in my walk.

Lunch was the main meal of the day.  It was a lovely meal, similar to Mexican food, with soup first, then a little salad, then the main course of refried beans, rice and a hot entree.  This was to be the pattern every day for lunch, the entrée varying each day.  Dinner was similarly a salad, different each day.  Breakfast was the buffet each day.  All the food was quite good.  I had no ill effects from eating it, no ‘Montezuma’s revenge’, as sometimes happens when having food in Latin America.

After lunch I decided to watch what was happening in the dungeon.  It was getting pretty hot out to go walking.  I didn’t see the employee who was being serviced on the path.  I thought he might work in the dungeon and was taking a break, but that appeared to not be the case this day.  Watching all the activity, I was thinking that I’d like to take advantage of some of the devices.  As I was thinking this one of the employees approached me and asked “would you like me to restrain you in something, senor?”

I thought about it, and figured, why not?  After all, that was why I came here.  So I said “I’d like to be kept in one of those little cages so I can see what is being done to the others.”

“Very good.  Come with me.”  I was taken to a vacant cage which had a good view of what was going on.  He opened the door and I crawled in.  He locked it closed after I had entered.  I wasn’t able at first to find a comfortable position to be in, since the cage was so small, but finally was able to cross my legs under me, chain between the ankles pulled taut, body bent forward, and head lowered, but still able to see outside to get a view of the action.”

There was a lot going on.  There was someone in an ‘x’ position on the St. Andrews Cross being whipped on his bare back.  There were welts, and some of the skin had broken.  The guy had a gag in his mouth, and he was yelling into it.  I took a good look at the employee wielding the whip, who had an executioner’s hood on in addition to his leather uniform, and finally recognized the employee who I met at the pathway who was being serviced.  He noticed me looking at him, and got a big smile, bowing to me, pointing his finger at me and then at the guy he was whipping.  I didn’t like that.  He got back to his whipping of the other poor guy.

I looked elsewhere in the dungeon.  There were others in cages near me.  Some I recognized as having been put into them in the morning after breakfast, and didn’t see at lunchtime.  They were periodically moving, trying to find a comfortable position, trying unsuccessfully to straighten out cramped limbs.  I saw some boxes over to the side with heads sticking up, each of which had gags in them, some with hoods on as well.  I wondered whether they had already serviced cocks, or were going to be doing it yet.

I also noticed some of the guys who were suspended upside down had been there in the morning, and had not been to lunch.  They must also be getting pretty tired of the position they were in.  I tried listening to their breathing to see if it was labored, as there can be sinus build-up over time and they were gagged.  I soon noticed the characteristic forced breathing through blocked nasal passages.  I wondered how much longer they were going to be kept as they were.

Then one of the employees went over to one of the heads in a box.  He put his fingers over the guy’s nostrils and kept them there.  After a minute or so, the guy started thrashing his head around to try to get the fingers off, since he was gagged and couldn’t get any air through his mouth.  Finally the employee removed his fingers to allow the guy to breathe.  After a few seconds of the guy getting his lungs filled, the employee repeated the process.  This happened twice more.  I figured the guy was into breath control, and had requested this be done.  I wouldn’t mind having this done to me.

I was enjoying watching the action.  I got a better idea of the variety of devices they had and what they were used for, and would be thinking this evening of what I would like to have done to me and when.  Then my attention was attracted to another device.  There was a guy stretched out in a rack.  He had been there for some time, and I had noticed when I had first gotten into the dungeon that his employee had tightened it, stretching him out further, with not much reaction.  This time when the employee stretched him out further, he reacted quite strongly, yelling loudly.  The employee quickly got a gag and strapped it on him.  It didn’t stop him yelling, but it made the yells quieter for the rest of us.  I wondered how long he would be kept like that, and whether the employee would stretch him further.

Then my attention was attracted to a device that had a guy locked in kneeling on his knees, ankles locked in attached metal straight behind his knees, hands locked in alongside his front body with his elbows straight behind resting on the base, neck locked in a raised metal circle, with his ass exposed.  It was the guy who had been servicing the employee on the path.  The employee who had been whipping the guy on the St. Andrews cross finished with that and came over to the guy who had his ass exposed.  He first went in front so the guy could see him and said something to him.  He opened his crotch and brought out his massive tool.  The guy started shaking his head back and forth and yelling into his gag, which got the employee to smiling broadly.

The employee went behind the guy, mounted him, and started pushing his hard tool into and out of the guy’s ass.  Each thrust went in a little further.  The guy was starting to yell more into his gag.  Finally with a shout the employee shot his load into the guy’s ass.  After he was done the employee collapsed onto the guy’s back.  The guy was crying.  I wondered whether this was something he had asked for.  I figured it must be.

But when the employee got up, he came over to my cage and said “in a few days, your turn.”  When he saw my shocked reaction, he started laughing and walked away.  Maybe this wasn’t something that the guy had asked for, since I hadn’t.  I didn’t like this.

The play in the dungeon continued for another hour or two, but we were all finally released to go to dinner.  After we had eaten I went to my room to think about what I saw and what I wanted to do tomorrow.  I decided to do some more exploring in the cooler morning, with dungeon experience in the hot afternoon.  But I had to be careful not to place myself in a vulnerable position for that employee.

Soon an employee came in and said it was time for me to be serviced.  He removed my chastity and started stroking my tits and penis.  It didn’t take long for me to erupt.  He locked the chastity back on, cleaned up the cum, and left the room.  He was soon back with a leather sleep sack.  He removed my restraints (except for the metal collar and chastity), and helped me get into the sack still in the rubber cat suit, arms in the internal sleeves.  After I was in, he tightened the straps and string so that I was in a cocoon.  He asked “would you also like to be gagged or have a hood?”

“I’d like a leather hood with pin holes only at the nose, but no gag.”

He left and came back with what I had requested.  He put it on, pulling the strings tight down the back and locking the strap around the neck.  It was a tight fit, but was just the kind I liked to periodically have on at home when sleeping.

It didn’t take me long to drop off to sleep.  I slept well that night, as I was somewhat used to sleeping in sleep sacks with a hood, though usually with my arms free.

 

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