By Mister-X / Spartan

I was in a van, naked, being transported to a prison.  My wrists were behind my back in thick, heavy metal cuffs.  My ankles likewise had thick, heavy metal cuffs.  Both were attached to each other in a severe hogtie.  I also had a thick, heavy metal collar around my neck with a chain attached to the back of it pulled tightly down to and attached to my cuffs, bringing my chest and head back.

Although I’m flexible enough to handle it, I was still choking.  I was blindfolded and gagged, a cloth filling my mouth and duct tape wound round and round my head over everything except my nose.  Unlike a normal hogtie position, I was on my backside facing up, resting on my head, hands and feet.  There were chains attaching me to the van.  I wasn’t able to move at all.  It was a very difficult position to endure for long, and I’d been riding like this in the van for several hours.  I’d developed a headache.

I had no idea I could even get into such a position.  They had me do a neck bridge to the upright position, something I’ve done many times as an exercise, only this time, besides having my head duct taped, I had the collar on and my wrists and ankles cuffed.  After I was upright on my head, they kept me upright and attached chains, and started pulling my ankles closer and closer until they were very close to my wrists and head.  Then they attached the chains to the van to keep me in that position.  It was a very stressful and painful position to be in.

To get my mind off the pain, I reflected back on what got me here.  I had no friends, no family.  I was a loner.  After graduating from college I was looking for a job.  An ad attracted me.  It asked for someone who, like me, was young, fit, had no family or friends, and wanted adventure with lots of foreign travel.  I would need to be able to learn foreign languages.  This seemed to fit me perfectly, so I responded.

I didn’t realize it meant becoming a spy, though I should have realized that from the description.  But that still intrigued me.  It was obviously dangerous work, and they made it clear that I would be on my own, that if captured, there was nothing they would be able to do for me.  I didn’t mind the risk.  In fact, I enjoyed it.

I was very good at it.  There were months of preparations for each assignment.  I worked conscientiously, and succeeded in getting the information needed.  I could tell my bosses were pleased with my work.  In a period of 18 years I had become their best employee, although the last two assignments had been close calls.  They said I would be rewarded after this next assignment.  I wondered what they would do.

This was the most dangerous assignment I’d been sent on.  The previous men had not come back.  I knew ahead of time what I was in for, and walked into it openly.  I figured that I was their best, and would succeed where others had not.  So I had no complaints from that end.  And now I was captured and being sent to prison.  Judging from the way I was being transported, it was not going to be an easy place to survive.

I had one deep, dark secret which I had up to then kept from everyone, though the people who had hired me probably suspected it.  I was a masochist, turned on by bondage and punishment.  While I’d never been captured in all these years, a part of me secretly hoped that one day I would be.  And now I was.  Being in the severe metal restraints I was put in while riding in the van, my cock was hard, fully upright and leaking.  I heard the guards in the van laughing and commenting about that.  I figured I was going to be in for a difficult time at that prison.  But then, I might secretly enjoy what lay ahead.  All I could do was wait and see.

When the van stopped moving I could hear the guards say that they were bringing in another prisoner.  I heard the metal gates open.  They sounded massive.  There didn’t seem to be any activity in the area between the gate and where I was driven to.  When we arrived they detached the chains attaching me to the van, removed me from the hog tie, though leaving the hand cuffs and collar on, as well as the blindfold and gag, and the short chain attaching the hand cuffs to the collar, keeping my head forced backwards, looking straight up.  They replaced my ankle cuffs with ones that had a chain between.  My cock finally started erupting after it had been prepared by what I had been in for the ride.  This surprised the guards, who started laughing.

They pulled me out of the van, stuck a sharp metal object into the small of my back under my raised cuffs, and ordered me to march forward.  The chain between my ankles was probably only a foot long, and when I took my first step I almost fell.  The guards kept ordering me, and prodding me, to move quicker, and I soon was doing a trot, not seeing where I was going.  With a hand on my shoulder they would periodically have me stop or turn.  I started hearing other sounds as I was trotting down a corridor.

At last I was stopped, and I heard a metal door clang open.  I was told to enter, which I did.  The prod was removed, and the door clanged shut.  I waited for them to remove my restraints, but the guards just left.  After standing there for a couple of minutes, I decided to explore my surroundings, feeling my way.  I soon found that I was in a small metal cell.  There seemed to be a mat on the floor, and there were some metal boxes which intruded into the cell, but that was all.

My ears and nose were the only parts of me, other than touch, which were working.  My touch was limited, due to the tight cuffs.  My ears were picking up various sounds, so I figured that I was not the only prisoner in this area.  My nose smelled a mixture of sweat, urine and feces.  It was obviously a dirty place.

Soon I started hearing sounds of metal being moved and something being deposited.  When it got to my cell, a guard told me to advance to the front of the cell.  He unwound the duct tape and removed the cloth from my mouth.  While I kept my hair short, removing the duct tape pulled some of it out.  The sudden light blinded me.  He told me that I had ten minutes to eat before he would return and put the cloth back covered by new duct tape.  He dumped some gruel in a metal plate that he had pulled out, and pushed it back into my cell.

Without the use of my hands, which were still pulled up painfully and attached to the back of my collar, I had no choice but to eat as best I could, bending at the waist with my mouth over the plate.  While chewing I looked around to see what else there was in my cell, and what the other inmates were doing.  I noticed a lower metal container that had a tube leading down from it.  I figured this was for pissing into.  I also noticed another lower one that pulled out and smelled of feces, and figured this was for shitting in.  And I figured the mat was for sleeping on at night.

I had pretty much finished eating the gruel in the ten minutes before the guard returned.  He pulled the metal plate back out, wiped it once which got most of the leftovers removed, and put the cloth back on and wound duct tape back around my head.  Then he left.

I went over to where I thought the mat was, felt it with my feet, and lowered myself down on it.  I curled up, since the cell was too small for me to stretch out in, and after all that had happened to me that day, I was quickly asleep, despite the painful restraints.  I woke up once in the middle of the night when I felt something sniffing my foot.  I lifted my legs and tried to bang down the metal cuffs on it.  I don’t know if I succeeded, but I soon went back to sleep.

I next woke up to the same sounds of metal being moved and something being deposited.  I quickly got up and moved to what I thought was the front of the cell, only to find that I was headed the wrong way.  I was able to get to the front in time for the guard to remove my cloth and duct tape and give me more gruel to eat.  This time removing the duct tape not only removed more hair, but also removed the leftovers from last night’s meal that were still on my face.

While eating I noticed the other prisoners who had finished were making use of the other two metal bins.  So when I finished I did the same.  Soon the guard was back to blindfold and gag me again as before, and wipe my butt with what felt like sandpaper.  I wondered what lay ahead during the day.  I soon found out.

Other guards came down and pulled out prisoners one by one.  They attached a short chain from the front of one prisoner’s collar to the back of the one in front of them, forming a line, before going to the next cell and doing the same.  Eventually all the prisoners were in a line.  They issued orders for the prisoners to start trotting forward.  Being blind with heads facing up, this wasn’t easy.  The prisoners didn’t all move at the same time at first, which caused problems in the line, some of the prisoners falling.  After stopping to bring the prisoners back up, the guards finally were able to get them all trotting in unison.

We were taken a long distance this way, probably about two miles, before we were finally stopped.  The guards came down the line, first unwrapping the duct tape only over our eyes.  Again I was blinded, since the sun was out.  On the second pass they removed the chains connecting our wrists to our collars, though still keeping the chains attaching our collars together.  On the third pass they removed the cuffs from our wrists behind us, bringing them to the front and attaching a short chain between them.  This they did one prisoner at a time, before detaching his collar from the chain attached to the collar of the prisoner behind.

After doing this, they would pull the prisoner by the chain attached to his collar to a designated place to start breaking rocks with either a sledge hammer or a pick.  When they got to me, they gave me a wheel barrow and told me to lift the broken pieces of rock and put them in the wheel barrow, taking them to another spot where they gathered the broken pieces.

The guards were armed with guns, knives and whips.  The prisoners were given no opportunity to do anything other than the task they were given.  If any prisoner got too close to another prisoner they were yelled at and whipped.  I got too close twice in the morning, and soon learned to pick up only rock pieces that had finished being broken before the prisoner doing the breaking had moved on.  I was to pick up pieces from six specific prisoners.  Since we were all gagged there was no talking.

There were no breaks.  We were worked solidly all day.  It was hard work, but I was fit enough to handle it, even enjoying exercising my muscles in some hard work after being cramped from the ride and at night.  When the day’s work was finished, we were lined up like before, in the same order as before, and restrained as before.  Then we were trotted back the two miles to our cells before being put back.  We were all naked, and no showers were provided.  I was sweating, used to doing daily exercises, but not used to a full day’s hard labor.  Later, the guard came around with the gruel and repeated the process of the previous evening.

While at the quarry I noticed that not everyone had the same type of metal restraints.  My collar was about two inches high, and was wide enough to provide some movement of my neck.  Some of the guys had collars that were about four inches high and appeared to be skin tight.  They did not willingly move their heads.  Once I saw one of these guys move his head involuntarily when he got whipped, and he grimaced afterward with obvious pain from the movement, as a couple of trickles of blood came out from underneath his collar.  I wondered what that was about.

I also noticed that these guys had trouble moving their wrists and ankles.  Occasionally I would see some blood coming out from these cuffs, particularly after the two mile trot.  Apparently these must be special restraints for some extra punishment.

In a few days I started settling in to my new routine.  I even got a shower, since it poured rain one day.  But I soon noticed a little change in the routine.  I’d been hearing sounds at night of cell doors opening down the corridor and a few prisoners being removed, being returned later.  As the days progressed these sounds started getting nearer.  When my neighbors were the ones removed and returned, I tried hearing anything different, but didn’t notice any change.  The next night I was one of the ones who were removed.

I was taken to a room and had the back of my collar attached to a chain hanging down from the ceiling, the chain adjusted up until I was pulled up onto the front halves of my feet.  I heard someone say “ah, the transporting guards reported that this guy got off on being put into restraints.  This should have been reported to me immediately.  We’ll forgo the normal treatment for him, since he should have been taken to my special area.  Remove his blindfold so he can see what is in store for him and take him there.”

I was taken to another room and left there, unsecured to anything, though still in restraints, except the blindfold.  I looked into the next room and saw a dungeon with a lot of guys being tortured.  They all had those high collars on.  It looked like I would be joining them, and I didn’t like the looks of what was being done to them.  Since I could see, and was not secured to anything, I looked around to see if there was any way that I could escape while I had the chance, even though cuffed and collared.  I realized I would be taking a chance, a very slim one, and while I got off on being bound, I didn’t want to be one of the guys being tortured in that dungeon.  And I needed to get back home with the information I’d obtained.

There was a nearby door, and I turned my back to it, bent down, and tried to open it with my cuffed hands.  To my surprise, it wasn’t locked and it opened.  I looked outside at a pitch-black night.  I crept out and closed the door behind me.

I had remembered from being initially transported inside that there was no activity going on between the prison and the walls.  I also knew that there was that gate to have to get through.  I trotted as fast as I could toward what I knew would be the prison walls.  But just as I got there I encountered a group of guards who seemed to be expecting me.  They surrounded me, attached a chain to the back of my collar, put that sharp prod in my back while holding onto my bent-back head, and trotted me back inside the prison.

The guy who spoke greeted me and said “we have special restraints for prisoners who try to escape.  Take him to be fitted.”

I was taken to another room and secured.  My collar was removed and my neck was measured.  The “fitter” came back with one of those four inch high collars.  Before putting it on he showed me the inside.  It was lined with little metal spikes in specific spots!  Yikes!  I tried moving away, but was too well secured.  He fitted it around my neck, closed it shut, and immediately it started hurting as the spikes entered.  It was skin tight as I’d noticed on the others.  It was closed by ratcheting it shut.  All the spikes were now cutting into my neck.

They likewise replaced my ankle cuffs with skin tight ones that had internal spikes and ratcheted shut, having hooks on the sides so either locks or chains could be attached, and, after securing my arms and elbows, replaced my wrist cuffs with similar skin tight ones that had internal spikes and ratcheted shut.  I was in a lot of pain from these.  I now knew why those other guys had these special restraints on, and why they tried not to move these parts of their bodies.  After the restraints were on the “fitter” told me that there was no way to remove them, no keyhole or way to un-ratchet them.  The wrist cuffs were again brought up to and attached to the back of my collar, forcing my head back and up again, causing the spikes to dig deeper into my neck.  But this time the chain attaching them was much heavier.  And the foot-long chain attaching the ankle cuffs was also much heavier.  I had to bow my neck muscles to keep my balance with the chain’s weight, and this caused the spikes to dig in deeper still.

But with the pain of these new restraints, my cock was again rock hard and leaking.  As soon as I was fitted I was taken to that dungeon.  I started realizing that the reason I was left unsecured in that room outside was so that I would try to escape and be captured.  I had been set up.  The guy who spoke was there to greet me.

“Ah.  Excellent.  You’re ready for my little treatments.  And from the looks of your cock you’re going to enjoy them.  Let’s get this taken care of first.”

With that, he started stroking my hard cock.  In a few seconds I erupted.  When my cock had become flaccid again, he brought out a metal cock sheath to put it in.  He opened it up and showed me that it was lined with little spikes on the inside.  I didn’t want that thing on.  As he started to put it on I started yelling into my gag.

He said “Oh, that won’t do.  We’ll have to replace your gag with a more appropriate one.  Get me one.”

After he said this one of the guards left.  He continued putting my cock into the sheath which also ratcheted shut.  My cock is good sized, and the spikes were already digging into it while it was flaccid.  I continued making sounds into my gag.  The guard soon returned with a series of metal hoods, each of which completely enclosed the head except for narrow openings at the mouth and eyes, and with an attached metal bit with tongue suppressor to be fit into the mouth, attached eye coverings which can be locked on if desired, and attachments to lock on to a metal collar.  I didn’t want that thing on either, and started yelling more.

The guy removed my gag.  I started calling him all the bad names I could think of.  He just ignored me.  He tried on one hood, which was a snug fit.  He said “no, that’s too loose.”

He tried another one which was a very tight fit over my head.  It also ratcheted shut.  When he attached the bit and tongue suppressor and locked on the eye coverings, it was a really tight fit.  I tried calling him more names, but the only sound that emerged was something like “awww awwwww”.  My jaw was clamped shut, my breaths only coming through the small openings around that metal bit in my mouth.

“Good.  Much better.  I did hear what you called me.  It’s time you learned who is the boss here, and that you treat the boss with some respect.  Let’s start with some alligator clamps on those tits.”

It wasn’t long before I was in a lot of pain.  I had severe clamps on my tits, a few spikes up my fingernails, had those spiked cuffs, collar and penis sheath, and had electricity hooked up to all of them with periodic random jolts, which caused me to involuntarily jerk, causing the spikes to dig in.  I was placed in that severe hogtie I had been placed in while being transported here in the van.  Before leaving, the guy said that, with the exception of the electricity and the spikes up my fingernails, this would now be how I would be kept every night, before having my normal session in the rock quarry.  The electricity and finger spikes were a special addition because of my name calling.  I had become a slave to that guy’s sadistic amusement.

In the morning the food was liquid, a kind of protein shake through a straw in the small opening on one side of my mouth, since with the tongue suppressor and jaw clamped shut, I couldn’t chew.  I was returned to the appearance that I had when in my cell, only with the special restraints on and a couple of other changes.  I was put at the front of the line of guys, together with my fellow dungeon prisoners.  After those eye coverings were removed, for the first time I recognized other Americans.  We were the first ones at the quarry, at a separate place from the other prisoners, and we were now ones who busted up the rocks.  I could see that my fellow dungeon prisoners also wore those penis sheaths that I had on, as well as the 4-inch high collars, metal head cages, bits and tongue suppressors.

I could see lots of scars, old and recent, on my fellow dungeon prisoners.  They were older than me, and had muscle over their skin and bones.  We were selected out by the guards for periodic punishment, whether deserved or not.  It was difficult to bear.  But this was my new life, and I was going to have to get used to it.  Eventually, after several sleepless nights, I was able to get some sleep even while being subjected to that extremely painful torture.  At least the electric shocks and finger spikes were no longer being applied.

I was made to cum every night.  It was quite painful, but it was also gratifying to get my rocks off.  Because of this I eventually started to enjoy the position I was in.  Yes, it was painful, but it satisfied some animal need that I had.  I also noticed that my fellow prisoners were not that unhappy when being severely punished.  They apparently were fellow masochists.  I started to settle in to my new life.

Then one day several months later our dungeon boss said that the big boss, the guy who had put up the money to have the facility built, was coming for one of his periodic visits.  I figured this was probably the country’s dictator.  But I was wrong.  When the guy showed up to see us it was none other than the top boss where I worked!  So I had been set up by my employer!  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

The big boss came over to where I was kept secured and said “I knew that you were turned on by being placed in bondage.  I knew you were a masochist.  I appreciated the good job you did for me on all those assignments, but with your two close calls, it was time for you to retire before you were captured and forced to divulge your information.  So I decided to give you this special treat as your reward, your retirement, joining my other retired employees.  Spies cannot be given a normal retirement, since with their special knowledge, they need to be out of circulation.  Here, locked away, you won’t be forced to divulge the information you have.  You soon will start enjoying this, your new life, if you haven’t already.  I’ve recruited others to follow in your footsteps, doing the job you did so diligently and faithfully.  And if they do their job as well as you did they will eventually be joining you here as their reward.  You won’t ever be moving from here.  You will now permanently have what you enjoy.”

I was shocked.  This was my reward for diligent work?  This was my retirement?  To be bound and tortured for the rest of my life, no longer able to speak, working at hard labor?  I thought of what lay ahead for me, and suddenly felt extra pain as my cock started erupting.

The big boss started laughing as he saw this, and said, “You’re welcome.”

 

THE END