36 Hours of Bondage Fun - The First Encounter

The 36 hours scene with my friend was totally awesome. I had had very little bondage experience before then, and he simply took charge and put me through a delightful kind of hell, if there's such a thing. I had agreed ahead of time that so long as there was no permanent damage or any water sports, blood or scat involved, that I was up for anything, but it did have to involve regular 'root' injections, and preferably rough root injections. I'd never seen the kinds of toys he had. He literally had a pretty well equipped dungeon, complete with a leather lined steel cell with a solid steel door, equipped with two bondage beds, shackles on the walls, and a St. Andrews Cross with shackles permanently attached at the four ends and ratcheting steel belts across the center, and midway between the upper and lower sections. Once restrained there, with the belts ratcheted down tight, it was totally inescapable. He had both a straight jacket and a full bondage suit, as well as a leather mummy bag with locking straps everywhere. He must have had at least a half dozen hoods with varying degrees of sensory deprivation and penis shaped gags. Clearly he had been into it for a long time and I always thought he was more of a vanilla kind of guy. I guess you never know what beats below the surface.

At any rate, I had agreed to an arrest/prison scenario that would last not less than 1 day nor more than 3. Due to our schedules, we split the difference. The wrinkle was that I would not know when it would go down, only that it would be on a Friday or Saturday I was on my daily run when a panel van pulled up next to me and two guys jumped out and tackled me, putting me in a set of ridgid handcuffs behind my back, and a set of short chain leg irons. They then lifted me into the rear of the van and shoved a locking penis gag in my mouth, a blackout hood over my head, a locking collar to keep it in place, and then flipped me on to my stomach and attached a short chain from the leg irons to the handcuffs. I was effectively hogtied and could neither speak nor move a muscle. They then began to verbally abuse me, and to my surprise neither of them was my friend, who it turns out was driving the van. We hadn't discussed having more than him involved in the scene, but I guess he knew better than me. All three were Marines, as was I at the time, and I would bet serious money that beneath the dress blues there beats hearts into bondage, mostly as tops, but a few like me who just love cock!

After about an hour's drive, and over what turned out to be a very bumpy drive over some gravel roads, we arrived at our destination, a fairly good sized cabin in the fucking middle of nowhere. After I was released and got to see the place from the outside, I realized that somebody had put a lot of time and money into the place. Ir was a two story affair built like an oversize A-frame, but had a huge basement as well. Turns out the place belonged to yet another guy who was seriously into bondage play. Now there were four of them, and they already had two other prisoners in the cells in the basement. I was jerked out of the van and carried like a sack of corn into the dungeon. They didn't take off my hood until they had donned leather hoods themselves, so I couldn’t figure out who was who. To this day I still couldn't tell you who two of the guys were. I suppose I would recognize their cocks if I ever saw or tasted them again. At any rate, the first order of business after they took the hood off me was to refasten the collar and attach a short lead chain which was fastened to a huge heavy ring on the wall. Next came heavy shackles around my ankles and wrists, also fastened to ring bolts in the wall, then my wrists similarly fastened in the heaviest shackles I've ever had on. They next literally cut off my jogging shorts and T-shirt, and removed my socks and running shoes. I was absolutely naked and, despite my fear because there were more of them than I expected, I had a raging hard on. That's when I knew that bondage was going to be my thing from then on. They next shaved all the hair off my head, including my moustache, as well as my pits and balls. To make matters worse, they saw the need for a little after shave to make me smell more pleasant. If the gag hadn't been in my mouth, they would have heard my screams miles away when the alcohol hit my cock and balls! Finally they left me hanging for about an hour while they got things prepared. That's when I was to meet my cell partners!

When they returned, they had a heavy leather straight jacket with them that had at least 6 locking straps on the back, plus a locking collar. They unfastened my wrists from the wall shackles, and released the chain holding my ankles to the wall and replaced those shackles with a pair about 3 inches wide with a short heavy chain between them. They fastened with an Allen wrench and a padlock that blocked access to the Allen screw on each ankle. As each of the two other captors grabbed an arm, my friend slipped the straight jacket over my arms and it was fastened tightly in back. Just when I thought they were done, one of them gave me a sharp elbow to my stomach which caused me to release the air in my lungs and the straps were pulled even tighter so that the jacket felt like part of my skin. Next they fastened the collar of the jacket and a set of different padlocks were used on the locking buckles. My jacketed arms were then put through a locking strap on the front of the jacket and pulled tightly around the back. They fastened the locking belt and did such a good job that I knew they had done this many times before. I could not move a single muscle in my upper torso, and even my breathing was labored because of the tightness of the jacket across my chest and stomach. I was then taken down a hallway to a large steel door at the end that must have been well balanced. Despite it's thickness of about 8" of solid steel plates, it was easily opened by one of my anonymous captors who unlocked the door with one of those old fashioned jailhouse keys. The door opened to a cell about 10' x 14' equipped with all sorts of shit for some serious play.

My captors pushed, half-carried, me into the cell, where two other prisoners were already in various states of very restrictive bondage. One of them was shackled to the wall by his arms and legs, and wearing nothing but a complete leather hood and cod piece jock with the codpiece removed to display his engorged cock. It was one of the largest I'd ever seen, at least 7 or 8 inches and as fat as an Italian sausage. He had some kind of wires attached to his balls, which ran to an old fashioned crank telephone. When we entered the cell, he began struggling against his shackles and muffled something unintelligible through his gag. One of my anonymous captors went over to him and swatted his cock and balls with a leather strap he had brought with him. When this poor bastard cried out again, the other captor gave the crank on the phone a couple of quick turns which apparently sent a nasty shock through the wires and into the poor bastards sack. He writhed and screamed, but there was little sound through the gag and his movements were restricted a great deal by his shackles. I almost felt sorry for him, but I was already imagining what might be in store for me.

The other captive was strapped naked to the leather covered table in the center of the room. There were locked straps across his forehead, neck, chest, and waist, and his arms and legs were similarly strapped down with three straps on each arm and leg - the bicep, forearm and wrist, as well as the thigh, just below the knee and ankle. He was also wearing a complete hood with a mouth gag that had a heavy plastic wide straw coming out of the mouthpiece, which apparently was for breath control. Finally, he had a thick metal cock ring that was attached to a small chain that ran from his balls to a hook hanging from the ceiling. The chain was pulled tight enough so that any movement would really seriously jerk his balls and administer one hell of a painful jolt. His cock wasn't as big as the other guys, and was somewhat flaccid. I guess if getting a hard on is going to give you so much pain, you try to find a way not to go there, although I don't know how he managed it. With the exception of the shocking device of the telephone, this was one of the hottest scenes I had ever seen, and my cock was as rock hard as it has ever been, and begging to be relieved. That was not to be for about an hour more.

My captors pushed me over to a corner of the cell where there was a fairly narrow and short table standing about 3 feet high, also covered in leather, that looked more like a four poster bed for a child. It was securely bolted to the floor, and there were leather straps hanging from each of the four posts, and straps running from under one side of the table across to the other, and a kind of V-shaped harness running from the top to the bottom. Clearly this was a device designed to totally immobilize a prisoner in a very compromising position - legs spread in the air at one end, with his head hanging over the edge of the table at the other end, all while being securely restrained and unable to move the torso. My captors put me on the table and removed my leg shackles, and then attached each of my ankles to the stirrup style leather straps at the foot of the table. Going to the other end of the table, they pulled my upper body back as far as they could, so that my head was hanging over the edge of the other end, brought the V-shaped straps down across my chest, and fastened it down through a hole between my legs near the other end. After attaching the side to side straps, I was really immobilized and paralyzed with fear at what the fuck was going to happen next. I started to protest, but before I could get more than a word out, one of my captors squeezed my nostrils shut with his hand over my mouth. After about 30 seconds or so, he moved his hand from my mouth. I gasped for air, but before I could do more than get a quick breath, a penis gag was shoved into my mouth and strapped down behind my head. Then he released the pressure on my nostril so I was able to breathe fairly normally, but could not utter a sound, since the penis gag in my mouth was both long and fat, and seemed like it was going to trigger a gag reflex when I tried to move my tongue. What it did do was cause me to relax the muscles in my throat, which allowed the penis to settle and was less uncomfortable. They just left me that way and left the cell, locking it behind them. I don't know how long they were gone, since the room had no lights on and there was no natural light coming in from anywhere. I can only remember the strong smell of leather mixed with urine and sweat. It was kind of like being trapped in a locker room after the big game with all the smells.

Being unable to see anything, all I could rely on was my hearing and sense of smell. Hearing was something of a problem with the cell being so heavily padded, and all I really got to hear was the moans and groans of my fellow prisoners, whether in ecstasy at their own situations, or pain as one or the other tried to relieve the pressures of their own restraints. I was getting inside my own head, with fantasies running wild about what would come next. I still hadn't experienced any sex, just a total and absolute loss of control. I had never experienced this before, and it was at once frightening and yet enticing. I had never had a hard on for so long a time, and I think I must have drifted off into a half sleep, because I didn't hear the sound of the door opening, and was rudely brought back to awareness of my situation with a slap to my cock and balls. Because my head was positioned down over the other end of the table, and I couldn't lift it, I couldn't see who my tormentor was. The next I heard was my captors flipping a challenge coin to see who got first dibs. I guess I was going to get the root injections I had been wanting and demanded be a part of the scene.