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Subject: © Bondageboy 1996
Prison at the Mount by Bondageboy
reprinted from Bound & Gagged with permission of the author
I was standing, naked, against the wall facing it. My
fingers were tightly interlocked behind my head.
"Here are your instructions, boy. One, you are not to talk
to other prisoners or try to communicate with them by any means.
Two, you speak only in response to a direct question by one of
the guards. Three, when a guard enters the cell area, you are to
go to the back of the cell and stand nose and toes to the wall.
If your arms are free, you interlock your fingers tightly behind
your head - and I want to see the whites of your knuckles. If
your hands are cuffed in front of you, put them over your head
where I can see them. If they are cuffed behind you, there is no
problem. Failure to obey these rules will result in punishment.
Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"What happens if a prisoner talks to you?"
"Sir, I will ignore him, Sir."
"What happens if you talk to a prisoner?
"Sir, I will be punished, Sir."
"Good, I see we understand each other." He led me to an
open cell. "Go to the back wall."
I went over and assumed the position.
CLANK. The cell door was closed and locked.
"Welcome to your nightmare."
The prison is located in the hills of Pennsylvania in an
innocent-looking A-frame house. It is probably one of two places
you can go to have a prison fantasy fulfilled in the United
States. Both places will help fulfill prison-type fantasies and
neither will allow any sexual activity to occur. However, this
one is by invitation only. I managed to get invited when a
couple of people almost simultaneously, from two parts of the
country, recommended to EH that I might be fun to play with. I
received some e-mail from him, and, after a phone call, a date
was set for my imprisonment. As the day drew near, some of my
e-mail buddies who knew him gave me this piece of advice.
"If he asks you if you want loose, and you say no, you might
stay there a lot longer than you want to. And remember, he's the
interrogator, and the interrogator ALWAYS wins in the end."
I arrived at the prison early Friday evening. Per
instructions, I found a pair of handcuffs and legcuffs attached
to the tow bar of a vehicle. I decided to add something else. I
went back to my car and took out a T-shirt. After attaching the
legcuffs to my ankles, I rolled up the T-shirt and tied it
tightly over my eyes as a blindfold. Might as well go all out.
Then I locked my hands behind my back and waited.
After 10 minutes or so, I was pushed down onto the hood of
the vehicle. A bag was placed over my head and the T-shirt was
removed from my eyes as the bag was put on. I was frisked and
all the contents of my pockets were removed. One of my
instructions was to bring an article on tickle torture that I
wrote for him to proofread. I had earlier decided to leave it in
the car.
"Where's the information that you were to bring me?"
"I don't know, Sir."
"So, you admit you have the information with you."
I already had screwed up. "Yes, Sir."
"We'll talk inside."
I was led, hooded and in irons, into the house and down the
stairs until I was pushed hard against the wall. The chains were
removed and I was told to strip. After searching my body for any
concealment of contraband, leather wrist and ankle cuffs were
locked on my limbs. They were to remain on until Sunday
afternoon. Then I was shown how to stand at the wall and the
instructions were given.
"Now, where are the papers that you brought with you?"
"With some other papers, Sir."
"And, where are the other papers?"
"In the car, Sir."
"I see you have a problem remembering. Maybe this will help
you, Put your hands through the bars."
I put the wrists through the bars so the cuffs were on the
other side. EH took a lock and locked the cuffs together, then
left the prison area. I surveyed my surroundings. I was in a
cell 5'x8' with concrete walls on three sides. The bars and door
were taken from an old prison that had been torn down, so they
are the very solid and very immobile. Inside the cell with me
was a metal cot with a vinyl covered foam mattress and a pillow
at the end near the bars. A five gallon bucket with a lid was
placed in a corner. That was to collect my piss all weekend. The
other cell was to my right and exactly like mine. There was no
way to see into the other cell. The cells were inside a larger
cell complex, so I could be taken out of my cell and played with,
and still be secured in the prison area. There was no chance of
escaping. I would be a prisoner for as long as EH wanted.
My curiosity got to me and I lifted the corner of the
mattress with my foot. I saw the chain in the corner, put the
mattress back, and straightened the pillow. Suddenly I heard the
sound of boots coming down the steps. I straightened up my body
and looked straight ahead.
"Did you get permission to look under your mattress?"
"SIR, no SIR." I was surprised. I knew he hadn't been
downstairs.
"Then why did you do it, boy?"
"SIR, just curious, SIR."
"Well, maybe I can do something to keep you from being
curious."
EH took a canvas belt and ran it through the rings of the
ankle cuffs and around the bars. I could hardly move at all. EH
went upstairs for 10-15 minutes, then returned with DB, his
partner and other guard.
"Is your memory getting any better?"
"Sir, yes Sir."
"Do you think we need to have a telephone call to improve
your memory further"
"Sir, yes, sir" I figured I deserved that much.
"Well, reports are that a second prisoner will be arriving
shortly. We'll have that conversation after he gets processed."
Brian was to be the other prisoner. We've played together
several times this summer and he's the one that initiated this
weekend, and wanted to have an interrogation scene. I was to
be used to supplement his scene and be given plenty of bondage in
exchange. For the next 43 hours, I was virtually never
completely free. Some part of me was always locked together or
locked to something. When everything was removed on Sunday
afternoon, I felt more naked than anytime that weekend.
Brian was put through the same process I was down at the
cells. His hands were cuffed in front of him as they put him in
the cell beside me.
"You are now known as prisoner number two," he said to
Brian, "and the one beside you is prisoner number three. " He
walked over to my cell and unlocked my cuffs.
"Back wall!" he ordered.
Both of us had forgotten that my legs were secured. I
almost fell when I turned to go back. After umlocking and
removing the strap from around my ankles, I went nose and toes at
the back wall, with my legs spread and my fingers interlocked
behind my head.
"Back up slowly to the bars."
I did.
"Stop", he ordered as I got within a foot of the bars.
"Hands behind the back"
I snapped my hands behind and they were locked together.
The door was opened and I was led backwards from my cell. An ace
bandage was wrapped around my head, effectively blindfolding me.
Then I was led up the stairs and into a room. My hands were
uncuffed.
"Get up on the table."
I actually had to lift myself up on the table, which
surprised me, since I'm 6'5". I was told to lay down and both of
them began to strap me to the table. The table was made from a
series of long boards that are separated, so the straps could go
between the boards and fasten me tight to the table. And they
definitely did. First they locked my hands to the table, so I
couldn't move them. Each ankle was strapped down next, so that
my limbs were secure. Straps were placed around each thigh,
securing my legs. My biceps were strapped down, then my hands
were unlocked, but straps were attached to my wrist cuffs,
securing them tightly to the table. Finally, a strap was placed
across my chest, holding my body tightly to the table. Then EH
started tickling me. It didn't take long for me to start
laughing. He tickled my ribs, legs and feet, while DB tied my
balls up and attached something to them. EH suddenly stopped
tickling me.
"Now where are the papers?"
"In the car, sir." I began to hear a whirling sound, like
someone slowly cranking something.
"Where in the car?"
"With some other papers, sir." I began to feel a tingling
in my balls. It actually was tickling me, but I refrained from
laughing.
"Where are the other papers?"
"In the car, sir. Ah Ah Ahh" The jolts to my balls was
getting more intense. "In the front seat, sir", I yelled.
"Where in the front seat."
"With the other papers, sir. Ah AHH Ah Ah AHH" DB was
cranking a little harder each time. "In an envelope, SIR, Ah
AHH."
"I'll go out and check, and I better not have to search for
it long. Amuse yourself while I'm gone," he told DB.
DB started tickling me again. His fingers danced lightly on
my skin which drove me nuts. I was thrashing on the table by the
time EH returned.
"I found the papers. Have fun with him. I'll go check on
the other prisoner."
DB returned to tickling my feet. I started to talk back to
him like I normally do when being tickled. He didn't punish me
for talking. During a short break, I told him that my balls
tickled when he had cranked the electriacl device reasonably slow.
So, DB added electrotickling to the scene also. DB wanted better
access to my pits, so he released the bonds from my wrists and
arms and tied them over my head. My arms were never released. He
did one at a time and kept the strap on the wristcuff as he moved
it above my head. Then he strapped my head down, so that I
couldn't lift my head up. I inadvertently lifted my arm up to rub
my blindfold. That gave DB an idea. He got a webbed belt and
strapped my elbows together. That really opened my pits up. For
the next hour or so, DB used his fingers to tickle me. I was being
stimulated so much, my body started to convulse involuntarily. DB
really seemed to like this, and the tickling lasted until my throat
became so dry, I needed a drink of water. After the drink, he
tickled me for five or ten minutes longer until EH came up and
said it was time to lock me up for the night.
My hands were cuffed behind my back for the return trip.
The blindfold was removed after we entered the cell area.
Prisoner #2 was already locked in. I was led into the cell and
told to sit on the bed. My ankles were chained to the bottom of
the bed before the lock was removed from my wristcuffs. My hands
were allowed to remain free, but I sure wasn't going anywhere. A
wool army blanket was thrown at me, and even though it was
scratchy, I covered myself with it and went to sleep.
Sleep came in spurts. Every time I needed to move to a new
position, I woke up, peeled myself from the mat and repositioned
the chains on my ankles to a comfortable position. My body stuck
to the vinyl as it was reasonably warm in the basement. EH came
down the stairs early in the morning. I heard him, but couldn't
get out of bed, chained as I was. Prisoner #2 didn't.
"Get your ass to the wall NOW, boy!"
Brian hustled in position.
"Where do your hands go!"
"Why weren't you in position, prisoner #2?"
"SIR, no excuses, SIR."
"You will be punished for this, boy. Now remain in that
position until I tell you you can move."
EH left his cell and opened mine. He had me sit up so he
could lock the wristcuffs together behind my back. Then he
released my ankles. Fortunately, I had taken a piss right before
he came downstairs. I was able to reach the bucket to piss in
easy enough, but it was awkward trying to piss laying on my side.
So I rolled over as much as the chains on my makles would allow,
then got up on my knees. I put the bucket on the bed in front of
me. It worked great. He told me to get in position at the back
of the cell and remain there, then left to go upstairs. A couple
of minutes later I heard a bowl being set on the floor of the
cell.
"Breakfast. The rule of eating is this. You are not to
touch the bowl with any part of your body except your mouth. Now
eat."
The bowl was rounded eight inch stainless steel and filled
with Cherrios. I had never eaten from a bowl before, and it took
a while for me to figure out how to eat all of it. I knew that
you had to eat everything that was placed in front of you from my
friends. I didn't want to give EH any further excuse to torture
me. I figured I'd get enough of that anyhow.
After breakfast, EH took prisoner #2 upstairs. Before he
left, he unlocked my cuffs, but recuffed them in front of me, had
me lay on my bunk, put my hands to the bars, then used handcuffs
to lock my hands to the bars. I then took a nap. I awoke to
find DB locking a chain to the bars, and then locking the other
end around my neck. My wrists were unlocked and released from
the bars. I was told to get off of the bed and into pushup
position on the floor. The chain was just long enough for me to
accomplish this. I was put through a series of exercises, all
designed to burn the muscles. I lift weights, but don't do
isometric exercises. It showed. Plus my legs wouldn't
straighten out. I was told that I would have to do some
flexibility exercises. And that they would be glad to help me.
I was told to lay on the bed with my feet through the bars.
My ankles were locked to the other side with a lock, and pads
were placed between the tops of my feet and the bar to protect
them from hitting the steel. A webbed belt was wrapped around
the bed at my thighs, and pulled tight, keeping my legs straight.
My cuffs were locked together in front of me, and a webbed
belt was looped around the lock and the bars. The belt was
shortened to stretch my arms towards my feet, until I grunted. I
was left in that position for five minutes, until I shifted a
little. The belt was tightened again. I was forced to stretch
for another five minutes.
"I think the device upstairs will be more effective in
stretching him," said DB. "Maybe we'll get him upstairs for that
later."
Now, having my feet through the bars leaves them very
vulnerable for tickling. And, since they had a good time the
night before, I knew what was coming. My arms were released from
the bars and I was told to lay down. The chains on the bed were
locked to the cuffs, keeping my hands directly above my head. DB
came over to me with a belt.
"Nooooo," I said.
"What did you say!" I had forgotten that EH was standing
there.
"Sir, I said a word that I shouldn't have, SIR."
"And what was that word."
"Sir, the word was no, sir, and I realize that it was wrong
for me to say it, sir"
"Who gave you permission to speak, prisoner."
"Sir, no one, sir."
I forget what was said next, but it left no doubt that I was
going to be punished for breaking one of the rules, and I knew
that the tickling would not be my punishment. DB tied my elbows
together with the belt, and started in on my pits and sides.
This ended up being his favorite position to tie me in, as he
tickled me several times in that position during the weekend. I
started to laugh right away. DB didn't even have to work. He
was only tickling me with two fingers, and I was going crazy. I
found out later, he plays the violin. That explains his talented
fingers. He tickled me in the same spot for what seemed like
hours, and whenever he moved somewhere else, I would laugh
differently, but the sensation was incredible. No matter where he
touched me, I could hardly stand it. Being tied down like I was
hindered my movement on the bed, and prevented me from avoiding
the onslaught. Finally, he stopped. My hands were unlocked from
the chains, and the belt was removed from my legs. Then, they left
the cell and locked it. My feet were uncuffed from the bars, and I
was told to get into lockdown position against the wall.
"Now, step backwards towards the door."
I did.
"Stop. . . Turn around."
My cuffs were unlocked and I was told to turn around again
and put my arms behind my back. The cuffs were locked together.
For the next four hours or so, that's how I remained. I was
given lunch. A bowl of cooked rice. You could imagine how
difficult it was to make sure the bowl got clean of all the rice.
Afterwards, I took a nap. But for the most part, I tried to get
comfortable.
After a couple of hours, the shoulders began to ache. But
the worst part was that I was in solitary all afternoon. Brian
was taken upstairs, and I was left on my own until late
afternoon. All I could think about was Steve McQueen in
The Great Escape getting thrown in the hot box after getting
caught, and his fellow prisoners throwing him his mitt and ball
to take to the box with him. I was in no position to toss a
ball, but that's what I kept thinking about.
Finally, DB came downstairs. I had heard him come and was
in position at the back wall. I was told to back up to the door
once again. The door was opened and an ace bandage was wrapped
around my head. Then he took me upstairs. I was told to sit
down on a board that was on the floor, but before I sat, my hands
were finally released. I sat down and my hands were locked
together in front of me, then attached to a hook on the post I
was siting against, above my head. My ankles, calves and thighs
were tied tightly to the board with the belts. A chain hoist was
lowered, and my ankles were tied to the hoist. Then the hoist
was slowly raised. It started to stretch my hamstrings, but my
back bothered me tied like I was. So, DB released my hands, then
recuffed them behind by back around the post. He then raised the
board higher. My hamstrings were beginning to get really tight.
DB amused himself by lifting my arms up, so that my mind would be
taken off the pain in my legs. It worked.
After fifteen minutes of this or so, I was released and told
to get back on the table. I was tickled for an hour, before
being taken back to my cell with my hands locked in front of me.
I was told to get into bed, then my legs were shackled to the bed
once again. The ace bandage was left on, so I took a nap. I was
to remain in the cell until mid Sunday morning. My legs were
unlocked for a period of time so I could eat, drink some water
and take a piss, but my feet were locked back to the bed for good
early evening. The blindfold was removed so I could eat, and
stayed off the rest of the night.
The next morning I was blindfolded to be taken upstairs, but
after getting tied up, the blindfold was removed, and I could see
what was in the playroom. I was tied and tickled in several
positions before having my arms locked around a post. DB wanted
to whip me a little, but I started to kick with my feet. He took
care of this problem by tying my feet around the post, then
started to whip me again. After a couple of sets, he thought I
was still too comfortable. DB had played with my tits several
times during the weekend, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he
got a pair of tit clamps out. He had me hug the pole, then
clamped my left tit, go around the pole and clamp the other one.
The slack of the chain was taken up and tied, so it forced me to
keep hugging the pole. Then he started to whip me again.
I couldn't move too much, because my tits were pulled every time
I moved. DB was having fun. He got my back nice and red before
stopping; rubbing his hands over my warm back. He continued this
until I started to laugh, then started to whip me again. After a
few sets of this, he unlocked everything except my hands. I was
to remain hugging the post until I was released to go home.
I didn't have a set scene for my imprisonment, rather I was
given a taste of becomming a brig rat. Although I remained naked
throughout the weekend for this experience, it won't be that way
the next time. A prison uniform has been ordered for my next stay.
It was a tremendous experience. I learned that it's no fun being
in solitary, and I hope I never have to do this for real. But I'm
more than willing to go back for more training.
I was in bed Sunday night when I got a call.
"You are in violation of parole for leaving the state
without permission..."