By Rubrpig

Marc was tired from a long day on the lead trading desk.  He stretched and his muscular frame felt stiff so he knew he was going to hit the gym when he finished work for the day.  He had received his yearly bonus and since he was the lead trader for his firm, it was larger than he had anticipated so that had put him in a good mood.  He looked around the trading room and he spotted the VP of HR heading his way so he knew he was in for another lecture about taking his accrued vacation time.

The VP had been after him for weeks to start taking his vacation time as currently he had 12 weeks accrued.  He sat down as the VP entered his office.  He held up his hand and told him to hold the lecture and told the VP that he would think it over and let him know in the morning.  The VP nodded and told him that otherwise he would be left with no choice but to suspend him from work until he had used up all the accrued time.

Marc sighed and turned back to the computer screens and noticed a couple of trends so he executed several trades and noted with satisfaction that he had come out ahead once again.  The New York market closed so he stood up, grabbed his jacket and headed out.  After giving some orders and instructions to the night traders, he headed for the gym.

Once there he stripped off his suit and pulled on a pair of spandex workout shorts and a t-shirt.  The shirt and shorts showed off his muscular build and he smiled at his reflection.  Several hours later soaked in sweat he felt good and his body was pumped rock hard.  He headed for the locker room, showered and got dressed and headed to his condo.

After getting home, he changed out of his office clothes, threw his gym gear in the laundry basket and pulled on a soft leather jock, leather jeans and a black t-shirt.  He walked through to the kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge and wandered to the living room.  He sat down and grabbed his airbook and logged into one of his favourite sites.  He cruised through the MetalbondNYC site and  rubbed his leather covered cock as he flipped through the images of hot hard men doing what came naturally.  His attention was grabbed by a new posting about a new facility which promised hard core bondage and training.  He clicked on the link to the website and checked it out.

The website was extensive and the offerings of experience and training ranged from beginners training in standard rope bondage to full prison experiences all the way from minimum to super maximum prisons.  The site listed such things as full lockdown treatments at a mental hospital to being a prisoner in a supermax prison including treatment such as full lockdown and time in the punishment cells or the “hole.”

Intrigued, Marc opened the on-line chat with the site and the chat was quickly picked up and the site’s operator, Captain Peter Ferguson answered all of the questions Marc posed.  Captain Ferguson offered to do a video call with Marc so they could discuss Marc’s requirements face to face.  Marc quickly agreed and logged into Skype and found the Captain’s info and opened a call with him.  Captain Ferguson appeared on his screen and Marc immediately sat up and responded to the obvious strong masculine military image that filled his screen.  Marc almost saluted and began to respond to Captain Ferguson’s questions with his answers always beginning with SIR.  After an hour, all of the arrangements Marc wanted had been arranged and he had wired the required fee of $25,000.00 to the bank account of the Ferguson Training Centre as instructed.

As promised, Captain Ferguson’s email with the required contract arrived in Marc’s in-box.  He opened the contract and carefully read through it.  The time frame that was agreed upon was 12 weeks and would begin the following Monday at noon.  Marc was instructed to book a seat on a specific flight leaving Atlanta on Monday morning.  Marc checked through the agreement and especially for the section outlining the services and training he had requested.  He noted that the armed arrest at the Airport was listed along with time in the secure mental hospital wards including the padded cell and other treatments such as wet packs.

The final 6 weeks of the training period was exclusively for the prison experiences beginning with county jail and his court trial for “murder” and his eventual imprisonment in a maximum security and then his transfer to super max for crimes while in prison.  As required, Marc signed all the agreements and scanned it and then scanned his drivers license.  He emailed the scans back to Captain Ferguson and sat back.  He noted how late it was so he grabbed something to eat and headed for bed.

The next morning after he arrived at his office, he e-mailed the VP of HR and booked his 12 weeks vacation starting the following Monday.  He was now committed.  The VP called him within minutes of the email being sent and thanked him and told him to enjoy himself.  Marc assured him that he planned to.

He quickly logged onto the website for the airline he was supposed to book on and quickly booked his ticket for the specific flight as instructed.  Once he had the booking confirmation, he emailed a copy of his tickets to Captain Ferguson so he knew he was confirmed and that would allow for the police to meet him at the airport and take him into custody.

The remaining days before his departure passed very slowly and he was glad when Friday finally came and he was able to wrap up everything and take off.  After his usual long and hard workout at the gym, he did not bother showering or changing at the gym but headed out for home in his sweat soaked spandex gear.  Once he got home, he checked his email and found his travel instructions as promised by the Captain.  He read through them and noted what he was to bring with him with regards to clothing and what he was to wear on the flight.  He was allowed a small carry-on only with several changes of clothing as noted along with his shaving kit.  He was to bring only his phone and no other electronics.

Over the next two days he prepared for the trip and finally it was early Monday morning and time to get ready and leave for the airport.  He knew he had to arrive earlier than required due to the usual chaos at the airport.  He pulled on the white jockstrap, skin tight 501’s, the white t-shirt and a wide leather black belt.  He pulled on his police tactical boots and zipped up the side zips.  He grabbed his carry-on, his phone and keys.  The doorman of his building called up as he was leaving saying that the car he had booked had arrived and was waiting out front.

The trip to the airport was surprisingly quick.  He walked up to the Delta check-ins and using a kiosk confirmed his boarding pass and headed for the gate.  He walked through the airport and since he had pre-cleared with the TSA, he was held up for only about 20 minutes or so.  The tight t-shirt and jeans he wore did attract attention as his heavily muscled body was shown to advantage.   He sat down by the gate and suddenly realized he was extremely nervous and his stomach was churning with anxiety.  He tried to relax and finally his flight was called for boarding.  He boarded and found his business class seat and tried to relax.

The flight was uneventful and it felt like it was only minutes not several hours.  They landed in St. Louis and soon the plane was at the gate and he was walking off the plane.  The instructions indicated that he was to go to the baggage claim area where he would be met and taken into custody.  He followed the signs and walked into the baggage area.  His instructions told him to find baggage carousel 2.  He walked up and noticed 4 police officers standing near the carousel and they looked up and then down checking something.  One of the officers pointed at him and they quickly surrounded him.  Two of the police officers were obviously motorcycle officers as they wore tight breeches and highly polished Dehners.

The other 2 were SWAT Officers and dressed in black tactical gear including their kevlar helmets.  All four officers were fully armed and the swat officers carried semi-automatic rifles as well.  The swat officers quickly grabbed him and cuffs were quickly applied.  He struggled but the swat officers were very strong and held him tight.  The motorcycle officers looked at him and told him that he was under arrest for murder and then he was read his Miranda rights.  One of the motor cops grabbed his carry-on and he was led from the terminal.  People stared and watched as he was arrested and led from the airport by 4 police officers.

Parked outside the terminal was a black transport van and parked in front of the van were 2 police Harleys.  He was led to the van and the rear doors opened and he was helped up into the van and was put into a seat.  He was quickly strapped into the seat with what appeared to be a 5 point auto race harness.  His arms jammed behind his back, the cuffs digging into his back.  One swat officer sat across from him, his semi automatic rifle held across his chest, his tactical gloved hands on the rifle keeping it ready for action.  The van started and he heard the distant rumble of the Harleys starting and the bikes and van moved off.  What he couldn’t see was that the blue/red lights on the vans and harleys flashing as the vehicles left the airport.

The trip lasted for what seemed to be a long time.  Finally the van pulled to a stop and he felt the engine turned off.  After a few minutes the rear doors of the van were opened.  The other swat officer and the two motorcycle officers were standing there.  The swat officer who had guarded him, stood up and handed his partner his rifle, he moved back and unlocked Marc from the seat and pulled him to his feet.  Marc was helped to step down from the van and he stood on the pavement and looked around.  He was standing in a parking lot in front of a large industrial building.

Just then the large door on the side of the building began rumbling open and when it stopped, a heavy muscled man in full swat gear but with no helmet walked out and over to where Marc and his guards were standing.  The four police officers snapped to attention and saluted and the salute was returned.  Marc looked carefully at the man and recognized him as Captain Ferguson.

Captain Ferguson walked closely and stood in front of Marc and looked him in the eyes and told him that he belonged to the centre now and he was to obey all orders or he would be punished severely.  Marc nodded, gulped nervously and realized that it was real and he was in for 12 weeks of hell at the hands of these men.

Captain Ferguson nodded and told Marc’s guards to take him to processing, get him arraigned and assigned to a cell.  Marc was led into the building and he heard the large door closing behind him.

To be continued …