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.

This sounded like just what I was looking for.  I’d been having a grueling time at work, and really needed a vacation to get my mind off work.  The overtime had put a severe crimp in my sex life.  I was single, gay, and heavily into the leather bondage scene.  The project I’d been working on was nearing  completion, making its deadline.  My boss could see that I needed a break, and told me to take a month paid vacation.  Oh, did I need that vacation.  I sent off the e-mail to the address given, and the next day the application form arrived.

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.  I realized I was going to have to put some thought into my answers, and since I had to go to work early the next day, I put off answering until later.

During work, I kept thinking about the application.  I realized I was going to have to answer it soon, not only because the time was getting short, but because I needed to quit thinking about it and concentrate on work.  So I decided to take care of answering it that evening.

Work that day was particularly frustrating, and when I got home I needed a drink to relax me.  But the thought of that questionnaire got me excited again, so I needed another drink to relax me.  As I started looking at that complicated form and the implications, I needed another drink to relax me.  I don’t know how many drinks I had, but after a while I felt like superman, and really wanted to be put through the ringer when I got there for my bondage fantasy.

I finally decided to just opt for the bound prisoner package with maximum bondage for a month, maximum possible punishment, with them testing me for likes and dislikes.  When they asked for my size, they recommended that I get a measuring tape to measure each part of my body, with no slack.  Not having a measuring tape, I got a piece of rope and would pull it as tight as I could over my relaxed body, and measure that length.  I even relaxed my neck consciously and looked down when I took that measurement.   I wanted to be put into extra tight bondage.  I was still sober enough to answer the factual questions at the end, giving my health insurer and next of kin, but drunk enough not to pay attention to why that was asked.  Finished, I set the alarm and went to bed.  The long work hours made it difficult for me to work it in, but after having left the military, I still continued my morning vigorous exercises.  I knew that I needed to stay in top physical condition to keep up my grueling work schedule.

The form required that it be signed in front of a notary, though the form was marked “confidential” so that the notary would not see the contents.  I took care of that at work the next day.  I mailed it in with a check for the fee, which was substantial, without bothering to review it to see what I’d opted for.  I needed to concentrate on work.  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 just downloaded the copy without bothering to read it, putting it aside to get to later when I was ready to begin my vacation.

When the project was completed and I was able to start my vacation, I only had a little time to get things organized to prepare for being gone a month.  I quickly reviewed their instruction on what to bring, which wasn’t much, packed, and drove to the airport to catch the flight, prepaying for parking.  There was a direct flight from the Los Angeles area where I lived to Guatemala.  On the flight down, I finally pulled out the form and started reviewing what I had opted to be put through.  I was horrified!  I had not realized what I had done.  I had even checked the box saying that they were to ignore any pleas of mine to ease off once I got there, so my instructions to them were to dutifully put me through what I had said I wanted done to me.  Yikes!  My cock was getting hard at the thought of what lay ahead.  When I realized this, I started thinking that maybe this was what I needed.  But then I reviewed the list again, and couldn’t believe what lay ahead.  It was too late now to back off.  I was arriving with no extra money or credit cards, as instructed, so I had no choice.  I thought I’d try to explain to the people when I arrived that this wasn’t really what I wanted.

As the meal was being served on the plane, I started wondering who of my fellow passengers was also opting for this type of vacation.  I started noticing the others on the plane, and tried to guess who else was going.  This little game occupied my mind until we started our landing.

I was instructed to bring a carry on with no luggage, and as I got into the airport, to look for a man holding up a sign with my name on it.  I spotted him and introduced myself, we shook hands, he told me to follow him, and we went to a waiting van.  I realized this was not the person to explain the details of my package to.  The airport had been air conditioned, but when we got outside it was like stepping into a humid oven.  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.  Soon a few other passengers from the flight joined me, and were likewise secured in their seats.  I was able to verify my guesses.  There were only men, no women.  As we were leaving, I thought, “here goes”.

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.”

The van was not air conditioned, and we were soon sweating, which was difficult to deal with as our hands were restrained.  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.  Mine was the first name called, and after I was released, I apprehensively got up, picked up my carry-on bag, and walked out.  I saw the man alongside the driver look at his form, then look up at me, and heard him snicker when I walked by.  When I exited the van, there were a couple of well-built hunks to greet me.  They were dressed in black uniforms identifying them as belonging to a maximum security prison.  I was ordered to put my hands behind my back, and a pair of handcuffs were ratcheted on.  They put extra effort into ratcheting them as tight as they could.  I knew that these would soon cut off my circulation, but figured it was just for a short time and for effect.

One of the uniforms barked at me, “You are prisoner 08641, and will be addressed by this number at your stay here.  You are to keep silent unless spoken to.  You will always answer promptly, and start and end your answers with ‘Sir’.  Any violation will be dealt with severely.  Do you understand?”

I was planning to start to explain my predicament, but didn’t have a chance.  This was all happening so fast that I didn’t answer promptly.  The other uniform kicked me in the nuts with the toe of his boot, which felt like it was metal, as the first uniform barked louder, “Prisoner 08641, you were asked a question!  Do you understand?”

Trying to recover from the pain, I answered, “Sir, yes sir.”

“Louder.  I didn’t hear you.”

I barked back, “Sir, yes sir!”

“You have one demerit for not answering promptly.  Now come this way to be outfitted as required.”

One of the uniforms picked up my carry-on, and started barking out military commands.  First was “Atten-shun!”  After one of the uniforms inspected me, they continued with “Forward march.  Your left, your left, your left, your right, your left.”  He would yell this into my ear.  It was as if I were back at Marine boot camp again.  When we got to a small cell, it was “Company halt.”  I was locked inside the cell, along with another guy dressed in one of those uniforms.  Since I had been ordered to keep silent, I figured this was not the time to explain, either.

I was stripped of my clothes.  I had been told to wear an old shirt on the plane with no undershirt, and my shirt was cut off, as the handcuffs were kept on me.  Soon I was naked.  My clothes and belongings I’d brought were put into a bag and taken away.  Some gear was left outside the cell door, and one by one, another guy outside would hand an item to the guy inside to put on me.  The outside guy barked “you are to remain at attention while being suitably attired”.

First was the chastity, which was locked on me.  They had to apply an ice cube to get my cock deflated before it would fit.  The chastity device had different sized rings.  They used the tightest one.  It was quite uncomfortable.  After it was on I started to get hard, and soon noticed spikes on the inside at sides and the tip, and remembered that this was part of the package.  They’d just started, and I was already in pain.

I was ordered to bend over while a large metal butt plug was worked into my ass.  It managed to reach my prostate, and I again started to get hard, which only resulted in noticing the spikes some more.  A double belt was put on to keep both in place, one around my stomach and one from the back, under my butt, and over my penis to connect to the stomach belt.  I was ordered back to attention.  Thick, heavy metal ankle cuffs were locked over my ankles.  They had short rings on the sides facing each other, as well as about a foot long chain between.  A padlock was put through the rings locking my ankles together.

Next piece of gear applied was clamps on my tits.  I’d had tit clamps on before, but nothing like these.  They had extra strong springs, like binder clips.  I let out a yell when each was placed.  The guy outside in the uniform barked out, “That’s another demerit.  You are to remain silent.”  I clamped my mouth shut and kept it shut, screwing up my face from the pain.

Next was a gag to put in my mouth.  This was a large, long leather plug gag.  I unclamped my mouth for it to fit, as I didn’t want another demerit.  It went past my epiglottis, touching it, which caused me to gag a little.  The guy waited for me to settle down before continuing to push this in.  Finally it was strapped behind me.  That huge plug was a mouthful.  Then a blindfold was placed over my eyes.  It was effective enough that I couldn’t see.

I thought this finished it, but I was wrong.  He brought a thick metal collar and ratcheted this on.  It took some effort to get it on.  It was quite tight, and I started feeling a little woozy.  I started regretting my way of telling them my sizes.  This collar apparently had a ring at the back, because he brought out a metal pole which he put through the rings at the back of the waist belt and at the back of the collar, extending down further from the waist belt.  This forced my head back and my upper body to be rigid.   My poor penis was straining to get erect, which caused the spikes to dig deeper.  But I knew better than to make any sound, as if that massive plug gag would let any sound out.  One hand cuff was removed, the connecting chain was wrapped around the pole below the waist belt, and the cuff reattached.  The chain was moved down as far as it would go on the pole, stretching my arms to the limit, and the pole was pushed up until that chain was at the bottom of the pole.  There was something at the bottom of the pole which the cuffs were attached to, since I heard a click.  I now couldn’t move anything on my upper body.

The cell door was opened, the padlock was taken off my ankle cuffs, and I was shuffled out.  The foot long chain didn’t allow me to take long steps.  The two uniforms marched me back to the van.  Before entering it, one of them barked, “Prisoner 08641, you have accumulated two demerits.  These will be harshly dealt with in the future.  But initially, you will be taken to your cell at our maximum security facility restrained as you are and left to adjust.”

That said, they led me into the van to my seat.  The pole was fastened to the seat, and a padlock was put through the two rings attached to my ankle cuffs.  I heard a few gasps as others who could see were able to see me.  I must have been quite a sight.  I bet some of them started getting hard at the sight of me, and some probably regretted not having opted for my treatment.  But I was regretting having opted for it, as my body was aching, particularly my poor penis, which so badly wanted to get hard, but was being punished for attempting to.  I remembered that the form said they would test me, and wondered what lay ahead.  I figured that would be the time to explain.  All I could do was sit back and try to enjoy the ride.  That pole certainly didn’t make it easy.  After I was seated and secured, the two uniforms took the seats behind me, and the van started leaving.  I had been the first to leave it, and the last to board.  Apparently, no one else required as much gear put on them as I did.

It must have taken a couple of hours to get to the facility.  When we arrived, my body was racked with pain.  My muscles were not used to being locked in a position for that long, let alone the positions they were in.  The fingers in my hands had long since gone numb from the tight cuffs.  Sweat had been pouring from me in that heat, which I couldn’t deal with as my hands were restrained.  The uniforms behind me were conversing amongst themselves in Spanish, apparently about me, as I would feel them touching me in places, say something, and laugh.  I wondered what lay ahead.  The guy next to the driver announced that one prisoner would be let out here at the maximum security facility, and then the van would move on to their other facility so the remaining guests could enjoy their vacation.

The padlock was removed from my ankle cuffs and my pole detached from the seat.  I was led off the van by the uniforms.  It felt good to be able to walk again.  Once again I was marched into the facility to military commands.  Periodically I would be stopped, and I could hear metal doors being slid open in front of me, and after marching a few steps, being slid closed behind me.  I figured this had to have been an abandoned high-security prison, or one which was in use which had this extra use to bring in additional income, or one which was built at great expense for just this use.  The middle one seemed most likely.  If so, I thought this was clever on their part.

I was led into a room and had the pole secured to the wall.  All of us waited for a few minutes.  Then another guy entered the room, and I heard the uniforms click their heels and apparently salute, and then leave the room.  The new guy started speaking.

“Prisoner 08641, I am the commandant of Guatemala’s maximum security prison.  You have opted to spend a month here, have paid well for this, and have given us permission to do to you whatever we wish.  We appreciate the money you have paid, as it allows us to help pay our expenses, and we appreciate your allowing us to punish you, to torture you, as severely as we wish.  But understand, just because you are a paid volunteer, you will be treated no differently than any of the other prisoners who have been sentenced here.  None of the guards will know that you are a volunteer.  I repeat, none of the guards know that you are a volunteer.

This prison is different from what you know about in your country.  In the United States they have a prohibition against cruel and unusual punishment.  Here we have no such prohibition.  In fact, we aim to achieve cruel and unusual punishment.  You will be tortured.  This ends the part of my presentation which is different for you.  The rest of my presentation is the normal one that I give for any prisoner.

As a prisoner of this facility, you have no rights.  You will be kept bound and gagged at all times, except for the gag being removed for the morning feeding.  Your hands and arms will no longer be of use to you, except as a possible means of torturing you.  You are to keep silent at all times, unless you are asked to respond, which will probably not ever happen.  If you make a sound when not asked to respond, it will be a demerit.  All demerits are dealt with extremely harsh punishment.

Our objective is to take away your will and make you comply with everything willingly; in effect, to break you.  We have an excellent record of achieving this, and expect to do the same with you.  Our way is to test you to find out what you like and what you fear, focusing on giving you your worst fears.  You are here to be punished.  The guards have full authority to do what they wish to you.  If you believe you are being treated unfairly, it’s because you are.  I’m sure you’ve heard stories about being beaten or raped in prison.  Expect that.  How often depends on your reactions to it.  Always remember, you are here to be punished.  When you willingly accept this punishment of your deepest fears, then you will be treated less harshly.  Until then, this will be your worst nightmare.

Some of the punishment we give will be extreme.  Some prisoners have died from it.  We try not to have that happen, but if it does, it is of no concern to us.  To us you are only an object of administering punishment and testing our experiments of what works and what doesn’t, so we can continue our excellent record.”

Having finished, he opened the door and called the uniforms back in.  Apparently these were two of the guards.  I was removed and continued to be marched down the hall.  I had a lot to think about.  I wasn’t expecting to be broken.  That wasn’t what I was paying big money for.  This was turning into something different from my bondage fantasy.

I was brought to a spot and stopped.  A guard opened a cell door and I was marched inside and pushed down onto a bed.  I heard a uniform bark out, “Prisoner 08641, this is your cell.  You have one cell mate.   You will be kept here when you are not being punished.  You are considered to be a maximum security prisoner, as are the other prisoners here, and will be given the harshest punishment we are able to give.  Our job is to try to break you.  Always remember that you are being punished.  A guard will be by to feed and empty you every morning.  That will be the only time.  You will have to learn to wait.  If your bladder or bowels empty before then, that will be another demerit.  You do not want to have demerits, as they result in harsh punishment.”  A padlock was locked to my ankles again, preventing ne from walking, and the blindfold was removed.  The temperature in the prison was like outside, it was an oven.

I heard the guard leave and heard the cell door closed and locked.  I thought, “What have I gotten myself into?  This is to be my home for a month, and I’ve paid to have this done.  I’m just meat for the guards to play with.  When I can think of what a relaxing vacation I could have had with all the money this cost.  I’m an idiot!”

With the blindfold off I was able to look around.  I had to maneuver myself to try to look at my surroundings, which wasn’t easy with that pole behind me forcing my upper body into a rigid position.  I finally focused on my cell mate.  He was gagged with his ankles padlocked together and his hands cuffed behind him.  I looked at the cell next to me, and saw two men restrained the same way.  They were all looking at me.  This was definitely a maximum security prison.  I looked out to the corridor and saw a guard in a uniform grinning at me.  I didn’t want to know what his thoughts were.

At this point I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the rest of my vacation.  I remembered that they were going to test me for my likes and fears, and with what the commandant said, I was going to have to constantly deal with my worst fears.  I started cringing.  What’s that saying, “Be careful what you wish for.”  Well, I had not only wished for this, but had paid handsomely for it and come willingly.  I’m definitely going to be tested.  My penis again tried to get erect, and got punished.

 

Author’s note:  This story and all parts of it are total fiction.  I do not know what prisons are like in Guatemala or what guidelines exist there for dealing with prisoners, and apologize to anyone who is offended by my characterization of their prison system by this fiction.

 

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