By Mister-X / Spartan

The next morning went as it had the day before.  The collar was again a notch tighter, and I was starting to notice that it was beginning to be a tight fit, slightly more than just snug.  I was trying to get hard when the collar was ratchetted on, but of course, the chastity prevented this.

After breakfast I decided to explore a different path.  This time I didn’t see anyone.  It was again a lovely day, though the clouds were starting to build up.  But I figured in this full rubber cat suit the rain wouldn’t bother me.  I again walked until I came to that same intersecting path, which I took back to the facility to get there in time for lunch.  The rain held off until after lunch, when I was back in the dungeon.

I had decided to try out being in one of those boxes with a hole, having a leather hood with pin holes only at the nose placed over my gagged head, and having someone come by every hour or so to cut off my air.  The staff was happy to comply, and I soon was on my knees in a hogtie, locked inside the box with my hooded head poking out, having my breath periodically cut off.  I enjoyed it.  While there I could hear what else was going on in the dungeon.  I tried correlating the sounds I heard with the ones I’d heard the day before, and tried to envision what was happening to whom.  I could pretty much figure the various roles out.

 

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

 

At dinner that night I struck up a conversation with the guy to the right of me.  I recognized him as one of the guys I’d seen in the dungeon the previous day.  He was the one who was being beaten.  I asked him “you were yelling quite a bit while being beaten while strapped to the St. Andrews cross.  Did you want that to happen?”

“Yes.  I like the feeling afterwards of having been severely beaten.  At the time it gets pretty hot, then really painful.  But afterwards I feel a glow, and the thought of what I went through combines with the glow to get me really hard and wanting to get my rocks off.  How about you?  What have you experienced so far and what excites you?”

“I’ve only just gotten here.  I get excited by being choked and having my breath cut off.  Today I was hogtied, gagged and hooded in one of those boxes and had an employee come by every hour to cut off my air.  This collar I have on is to be ratcheted tighter every day of my two week stay, so the choking will build up.”

“This place is wonderful.  They do what you tell them you want done.  I wish I could stay here permanently.”

“Do they allow people to stay here permanently?”

“As long as you can afford it.”

“I can afford it, but I wanted to try it out first to see if I wanted to.  But there’s one guy here who I’m worried about.  He was the guy who was whipping you.  He wants to have a go at me.”

“Oh, that’s Raoul.  That’s just his way.  He likes to make people afraid that he’s going to be really rough with them, but he just does to them what they have requested be done.”

“So that guy he was fucking had asked to have that done to him?”

“You must mean ‘fuck me Freddy’, as we call him here.  Yes, he wants people to do that to him, and when they do, he gets upset about it.  He’s a strange one.”

I started getting a better feeling about this place after my conversation with that guy.  Apparently this place does live up to their word, even that one employee I was worried about.

That night I was serviced again, and was strapped into my sleep sack with the leather hood.  I was comfortable in this and slept well.  The next morning went as usual, with the collar tightened another notch.  It was now starting to be tight.  And there’s about ten more tightenings yet to be done.  I again tried to get hard but couldn’t with the chastity.  But this time there was another change after I’d finished breakfast.  A chain was connected from my wrists to the back of my collar.  My hands had been brought up to the small of my back for the chain to be connected.  This added some to the feeling during my day’s routine.

It was raining pretty hard outside, so I decided to explore the gardens, the aviary and the animals.  The flora and fauna are certainly different from what I was used to seeing in the states.  I was glad that the reptiles were kept in their own enclosures and not let out.  I wouldn’t want one of those to get near me.  Then I remembered that I had been walking alone out in the grounds, and wondered which of these reptiles were also living there.  I was reading a sign that said that all these types of animals lived in the grounds of the facility.  I gasped when I read this as I realized what I’d been walking through.  One of the caretaker of the two rooms heard me gasp, realized why, and said that they were more afraid of me that I would be of them.  I felt a little better on hearing this.  But only a little.

I checked out what was on television.  Everything was in Spanish.  While I know some words of Spanish, I couldn’t keep up with the rapid fire way in which they spoke it.  I was thinking that it was good that all the employees spoke English.  I left to see if there were any books or magazines I would enjoy reading.  There were a few paperback mysteries I hadn’t read, but realized that I was in no position to read anything with my hands cuffed behind my back.  I went back to my room and lay down, wondering what device I should opt for that day in the dungeon.

After lunch, I decided to opt for being put into the standing cage with that leather hood on my head again over the gag, my head pulled back and attached to the back of the cage, my hands pulled up behind me as far as they could go and locked.  Then every hour an employee would come by and cut off my air for a minute or so, followed by pulling my hands up another chain link before being locked again.  This was one of my favorite predicament bondage positions.

I was pretty tired by the time dinner came around.  I again sat next to the same person whom I’d sat next to the previous evening, and we started chatting again.  I’d told him what I had done to me that day.  He replied “you seem to be into some pretty intense bondage.  Do you plan to step it up each day?”

“That depends on how I feel.  Once this collar starts getting a lot tighter I won’t feel like doing too much.”

“You sure seem to like being in really tight bondage.  Do you sleep in a sleep sack at night?”

“Yes.  I’d told them I wanted to be strapped into a leather or rubber sleep sack at night.”

“Are you able to get any sleep in that?”

“I’m used to sleeping in one, so I get a normal full night’s sleep.”

“Do you keep your head uncovered so you can breathe?”

“No.  I have a matching hood strapped on with pin holes only at the nose.  Again, I’m used to sleeping in that at night, though I’m not able to get my arms restrained at home.”

“If you can afford it, and if you have nothing else going, it sounds like you’d be the perfect person to move in here permanently.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

“If you can, I sure envy you.”

That night, after getting my cock serviced, they brought out a thick rubber sleep sack which zipped up, as well as a thick rubber hood with pin holes only at the nose.  The rubber hood over the hood on my rubber cat suit made for a really hot night.  I wasn’t able to get as much sleep in this arrangement since I was sweating heavily and was much hotter than I normally would be.

The next morning I noticed the collar being another notch tighter.  It was starting to become noticeably tight around my neck.  Again, I tried to get hard but couldn’t due to the chastity.

At breakfast I was seated next to the guy that my dinner companion called ‘fuck me Freddy’.  I said “I noticed you being fucked pretty viciously a couple of days ago, and that you didn’t seem to like it.”

“That Raoul is pretty rough.”

“Did you want him to do that?”

“Yes, but not that rough.  And I didn’t realize his tool was so big.  That hurt.”

I thought ‘so he admits that he did want to be fucked, just not with such a big tool.  That verified what my dinner companion had told me.’

“How much longer will you be staying here?”

“This is my last day.  I’ll be leaving after lunch today.  How about you?”

“I’ve only been here for a couple of days.  I’m here for two weeks.  Did you enjoy your stay here?”

“Other than Raoul, it’s been great.  The other employees were super.  I’ll definitely think about returning again.  But I’ll have to make some stipulations about Raoul.”

So that was another happy customer.  I’m starting to notice that people seem to be happy about coming here.  I’ve been happy so far.

The rain had stopped, and I decided to resume my walks.  The chain was back and was one link tighter, bringing my hands a little further up my back.  This was starting to add to the choking with the tighter collar.

I decided to take a different path this time.  It went on for quite a ways.  There was no intersecting path from this one to take a different way back.  I was just thinking of turning around to head back for lunch when I saw another building.  I wondered whether this was a different part of the facility.  There seemed to be a road leading up to it.

I took a look inside, and saw a bunch of guys in bondage.  These seemed to be more intense.  I wondered what these guys were having done to them.  Just then one of the employees noticed me, and came over.  “What are you doing out of the facility?  You should be inside.”  He grabbed me by my arms and led me inside the building to what looked like an administration room.  Being gagged, I couldn’t tell him that I wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Which restraints are this guy supposed to be locked into?” he asked the employee at a desk.

“Who is he?”

The employee who had grabbed me looked at some identification tag that had been put on me, something I’d not noticed before, and told the desk employee.  That guy looked up something, and said “he’s not supposed to be here for a couple more days yet.  He was probably out exploring to see where he was going to be coming to next.  Why don’t you show him around?”

The first employee grabbed me by the arm and led me out of that room, down to the big room where the action seemed to be occurring.  He said “I don’t have time to tell you everything that is going on.  I’ll just lock you to the wall here so you can watch.”

I recognized some of the guys I’d been having dinner with.  I’d wondered where others had been kept during lunch, the ones I didn’t see in the dungeon, and now I knew of at least one place.  I figured there had to be more specialty places scattered around.  Because this was definitely a specialty place.

What I was seeing was guys being choked.  Some of them were having employees choke them with their hands.  Some of them had ropes tied around their necks choking them.  Some of them had chains around their necks choking them.  Some had tight collars, like I was planning to have next week.  But all were being choked.  Not all were in chastity, and all of these had boners.  It was definitely a collection of guys who were turned on as I was by being choked.

Soon there was a phone call, which one of the employees took.  I heard him say “yes, he’s here” while he was looking at me.  After he hung up, he told me “the employees at the facility were wondering about you when you didn’t show up for lunch.  They knew that you had started walking down this way earlier, and wondered if you were here.  You’ve missed lunch, but next week when you are here, you will be missing lunch anyway.”

He went back to choking one of the guys.  I was hoping that I’d have a chance to chat with one of these guys later.  I noticed one guy who had a tight collar on who was being kept in a little cage, his collar locked to the bars, hands cuffed behind his back, a cord tied to one side of his cage which came down to, and around, his neck before going back up to be tied to the other side of his cage.  His face was a bright red, and he was gagged.  He was having trouble breathing through his nose.  And not being in chastity, his rod was hard, leaking pre-cum.  Periodically one of the employees would go over to him and lightly run his fingers over the guy’s tits.  This would start the guy shaking.  He obviously wanted to erupt, and was waiting for one of the employees to start stroking his penis.  He kept hitting his cuffed hands or his cuffed ankles on the cage bars.

I was kept locked to the side of the room for the rest of the afternoon.  It was quite a sight for me to take in.  Finally toward the end of the afternoon session the employee who went to the caged guy lightly ran his fingers over the guy’s tits and started stroking his penis.  Almost immediately he erupted.    He had a satisfied look on his face afterwards, like he was in bondage heaven.  His collar remained on, choking him, but he didn’t mind.

I was released when everyone else was released from the room.  It was time for us all to return to the facility.  There was a van waiting for us.

At dinner that night I asked to be placed next to the guy I’d seen being choked, since the chair next to him was vacant.  The employee complied.  When I got a chance, after introductions, I asked the guy “how long have you been here?”

“Three and a half months.”  His voice was hoarse, and he had to whisper.

“Are you here permanently then?”

“Yes.  I came for a two week stay and liked it so much, that I went back home, sold off or donated my stuff, took care to make sure that all income was automatically deposited into my checking account, paid off all my bills, and moved down here.  They deduct the cost out of my checking account automatically.”

“You must like it here, then.”

“It’s heaven.  I’ve never been happier in my life.  I get the stimulation I crave once a day, and build my desires back up for it to happen the next day.”

So there was another happy guy at this place.  I thought more about doing what this guy had done, moving here permanently.  I could do it if I wanted to.  But I’d only been here for a few days.  I thought I’d wait and see how things progressed.

The next morning after putting my cat suit on, the collar was again another notch tighter.  It was definitely starting to push into my neck now.  It wasn’t nearly as tight as that other guy’s collar was, but I was noticing it.  With the gag in after breakfast, and with the chain pulling my hands up one chain link higher, I was starting to notice the effect on my breathing.  Things were progressing the way I wanted them to.

It was a cloudy day, though not with a prospect of rain.  I decided to do some more exploring.  Since I had seen the choking facility, and knew I’d be seeing it more the next week, I decided to see what other buildings there were at that facility.  I went down that first path I’d taken and went beyond the intersecting path I’d returned on that first day.  Soon I was nearing another building.  I took a look in to see what was happening here.  I got a bit of a shock.

What I saw were guys being hanged.  They were pulled up by a noose around their neck onto the balls of their feet while standing on a foot stool.  Their hands were cuffed behind their back, their ankles were cuffed together and their legs were strapped together above their knees.  Periodically one of the employees would remove the foot stool and the guy would be hanged by his neck after dropping a short distance.  After about ten seconds the employee would put the foot stool back under the guy’s feet.

While I like to be choked, I don’t get turned on by being hanged.  The pressure is on a different part of the neck, one that doesn’t turn me on.  So while the sight of guys being hanged is something of a turn on, being one of these guys doesn’t appeal to me.  I tried to recognize any of the guys as someone I’d seen at breakfast or dinner, but couldn’t.  But then there were a lot of guys at the meals who, like me, had on a full rubber cat suit, and I expect that these guys would have those on to hide the rope marks that would be around the tops of their necks.  I figured it was time to start heading back to the facility to get there for lunch.  And I didn’t want to be seen outside and dragged in to this building like I’d been yesterday.

Back for lunch, after having visited these other buildings to see what was happening in them, I noticed for seemingly the first time that there weren’t nearly as many guys at lunch as there were for breakfast and dinner.  I now knew why.  And I figured that next week I would also be skipping lunch.  So I decided to make sure I enjoyed it while I could.  And I did.

After lunch it was time to try out something in the dungeon again.  Since I wasn’t going to be experiencing it much more, being in that other facility next week, I decided to try something much more intense.  I told an employee that I wanted to be strapped to a chair securely, kept in the bondage like I was, and have a plastic bag put over my head with some way to make it tight around my neck, and have it kept there cutting off my breath.  My chastity is to be removed, and my penis is to be stroked as my breath is being cut off.  Only after I erupt is the bag to be removed.  After I regain my strength, the process is to be repeated, over and over until the break for dinner.  I figured it would be best to have a large something put over my penis to take all the cum.

The employee understood and complied.  That was some cum session.  There was a zipper on the rubber cat suit, and the large balloon which they put over my penis was kept inside the cat suit.  Apparently they could tell from outside the suit when I would erupt.  We dutifully followed the routine I’d set out.  Toward the end, the amount of fresh cum I erupted with was minimal.  And at the end, it was a dry eruption and I passed out without adding any cum to the balloon.  Fortunately the employee took the bag off after I’d passed out even though I had not erupted.  After that I was left strapped to the chair without the bag put over my head again.

At dinner that night I sat again in my normal spot next to the guy who was whipped.  He was starting to show the affects, being pretty tired.  I asked him “how much longer are you here?”

“This was my last session.  I leave early tomorrow morning.”

“It was great getting to know you.”

“So what did you do today?”

I told him.  He was shaking his head.  He said “and you think what I have done to me is strange.  Good grief.  You could get killed doing that.  Or at least you could suffer brain damage.  Did you enjoy it?”

“And how.  But I sure wouldn’t enjoy what you put yourself through.”

“Each of us gets turned on by something different, I guess.”

“Except for that guy across the table from us that I was sitting next to last night.  He and I share the same turn-ons.”

“He’s one of the permanent guests.”

“I know.  He told me he’s been here three and a half months so far.  He’s definitely got me to thinking that I might do that, too.”

“I just wish I could.  It’s been great getting to know you.  Good luck in what you decide.”

After dinner I needed to lie down on the bed and think about things.  I reviewed my life.  I would still be considered young and handsome.  I had no living relatives.  I didn’t have any commitments.  My friends were pretty much related to my bondage interests.  I’d had no meaningful relationships in my life.  After I’d gotten the large inheritance that allowed me to be independent, I was wary of anyone who wanted to start up a relationship with me, figuring they were only after my money.  I had nothing to tie me to my life at home.  There wasn’t a reason why I wouldn’t want to move here permanently.  But I still decided to see how the rest of the two weeks progressed.

Later the employee came in to service me, but I declined this time, having been serviced many times earlier that day.  I was again in the thick rubber sleep sack and hood.  After all the erupting I’d done earlier, I quickly dropped off to sleep.  When it came time to get up in the morning, I wanted to get more sleep.  Erupting all that cum had definitely used up my store of energy.

That morning the collar was another notch tighter.  It was the sixth tightening since I’d been here.  It was now definitely pushing into my neck.  I liked it.  And after breakfast, the chain pulling my hands up was another notch tighter.  My arms and shoulders were beginning to notice the difference.  I had to exert some muscles to keep from having them pull my collar back and start choking me.

 

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