Its Never Long Enough

Author: goodboy921
Title: Its Never Long Enough
Date: 13 October 2005

I had been going to this bondage club for about six months now with my friend Jeff who was as much into being tied up as I was. Usually he would come by, pick me up and we would arrive before the doors closed at 10:30 p.m. After we would undress, it didn't take us long to find something to get locked into or strapped down. We would usually play until about 3:00 a.m. switching back and forth between bondage top and bottom when the lights would come on and everyone would then pack up to go home.

On this one evening after I had been hooded and placed in a sleep sack, it didn't seem long before the clocked reached 3:00 a.m. and it was time to pack up and go home. As Jeff unzipped the hood I was wearing, I noticed a good looking man dressed in a black swat uniform built like a brick shit house. With his military hair cut and black combat boots, he was definitely one hot man. Once more he was one hot man who was staring at me.

As I got of the sleep sack, he came over and asked, "Mind if I help?"

"Shit no." I replied.

"My name is Jack and I've been watching you for several nights. It seems that you really like to get tied up."

"That I do. Only problem is that it is never long enough."

"Really? Well, I think I might be able to help you with that."

"Well, I'd be glad to talk about it but I'm with my friend Jeff and we are getting ready to go."

"I tell you what, would you like to go have a drink and I can take you on home if your friend doesn't mind?"

At this point, Jeff was tired and a little bit ticked because I was being hit on. In turn, Jeff replied, "Go ahead, don't let me get in the way of you having a good time."

So with that, I soon found myself walking to a corner coffee shop to talk with Jack.

As we walked in, we quickly made our way to a back table in a section that was closed for the evening. After having a couple of cups of coffee, and some small chat about our interest in bondage, Jack got down to what he wanted.

"First, I need to let you know that I work for a private contractor that is looking to develop items that will incarcerate and hold prisoners convicted of anything from minor offenses to extreme incarceration with sensory depravation. Second, you need to know that I would like to offer you and opportunity to test and try some of this equipment."

"But why me and why can't you try this equipment out on convicted felons?"

"Good question ... the answer is simple. Most convicts do not want to volunteer for what we have to offer. We need to start with individuals that would actually enjoy the experience to give feed back as to what works and what doesn't. Of course what is ironic is that after you volunteer, you would have no choice or option to leave once you have signed a contract. In fact, you would not be allowed release until the terms of your contract are fulfilled."

"So why don't your own people test their own inventions?"

"Well, we started out with that but we find that inventors lose their objectivity for law enforcement when they are subjected or treated as the felon or criminal. You need to realize we take this very seriously and you would be treated as a felon. You would be processed and kept in bondage/restraint until your contract was fulfilled."

"So what do you expect and what would I have to do?"

"First, there is questionnaire you will fill out. Afterward, you would need to give your current employer notice that you need at least two weeks off for vacation. During that time, you would be incarcerated for a two week time period where restraints would be used on you. You would also be compensated $10,000.00 for your two week stay."

"Shit ... how can I say no to that?"

"If you answer the questionnaire and meet our profile, a team will arrive at your home to process you. They would do a physical and administer medications and treat you as convicted felon. From the time you give your consent for them to enter, you will be in our care and custody."

"Shit ... are you serious?"

"I am ... and it makes your dick hard doesn't it."

"By the way, you cannot speak of this offer to anyone, not even your friend that you came with tonight. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"Here is the questionnaire along with an envelope. Complete it and mail it tomorrow and we will go from there."

With that we left the coffee shop and he drove me home in his black suv.

When I got home, I couldn't sleep, I jacked off thinking about what it would be like to be incarcerated and tried to imagine what it would be like to try experimental restraints. I could only imagine what it would be like. As a result, when I went through the questionnaire, I probably answered more with my dick than with my head. I sealed the envelope and dropped it in the mail.

When I talked to my friend Jeff, he was really pissed. "Look, I don't want to know what happened between you and that Jack guy and I know I don't have a commitment with you but it was pretty shitty that you dumped me and went home with him." From there, my discussion with him just went down hill and in the end I was basically told that I would be on my own for the next bondage event.

As the week went buy and Saturday rolled around, I had a knock on my front door at 7:00 a.m.

"Who in the fuck! Just a minute I'm coming!"

As I answered the door, there were four men standing outside dressed in black military clothing along with a black van parked in the drive way.

"Are you Mr. Chad Jacob Owens?"

"Yes"

"Mr. Owens, have you spoken with a Sergeant Jack Driscole and agreed to a two week stay at the Institute?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Owens, I am officer Renolds and this is officer Baker, Jones and Simpson, are you prepared to be processed today and sign documents agreeing to be incarcerated for a two week time period?"

"Shit are you joking? I thought you would give me time to ask my employer for two weeks off?"

"Sir, we are not joking. If you wish to decline you may do so but I understand you were offered $10,000.00 as compensation for your two week stay with us. It is up to you Sir. We can deal with your employer Monday morning and move forward with your processing today or you may decline this offer."

Shit! As I stood there in my boxers with them tenting forward from my dick, I wasn't about to let this pass me by. Hell, with $10,000.00 after two weeks I could afford to find a new job.

"I will do it. Where do I sign?"

"This will take a minute, I need to read this contract to you and make sure you understand what you are signing."

With that everything became a blur. I initialed paragraphs, agreed to give up control and basically signed my rights away for a two week time period. I stood up and my photo was taken. I presented them with my driver's license as well as all other forms of identification. At the end, I was asked to read a statement:

"I, Mr. Chad Jacob Owens being of sound mind and body agree to be incarcerated for a term of two weeks by the Institute. I agree to abide by their rules and regulations and submit to their authority for them to use what ever means to restrain and hold my person in captivity for the agreed time period. I do this of my own free will and may agree to extend the terms of this contract upon execution of Section 4 of Article 7."

After reading the statement and giving my final signature, Officer Baker stepped forward and began to read me my rights. I was asked to stand with my hands on the wall as I was frisked and my boxer shorts removed. My hands were then handcuffed behind my back while Officer Jones and Simpson place a large plastic tarp down on the middle of my living room floor. Officer Baker then proceeded to have me kneel in the center of the plastic.

"Inmate 629, you have now voluntarily offered yourself as a ward of the Institute. Your body will be shaved and an electronic device will be imbedded under the muscle of left chest. This device will serve as a tracking device and will monitor your hear and breathing functions. It will also be used for additional restraining devices. A mild sedative will also be administered."

And with that, I found myself being pushed down and injected with a drug that made me rather calm and mellow. The handcuffs were removed and I watched them make a small incision over my left nipple where a chip was inserted. Next, I was clipped and shaved down. The tarp I was on was carefully folded up and removed as I was placed on another.

As I started to come back to, I was having my shaved body covered with a clear jell. A heavy latex suit was pulled out with the three officers guiding my legs down into the suit. As it came up, my dick was placed through a hole in the front and my arms were pushed down inside the sleeves as the suit was zipped up the back. As I started to come to and tried to talk, a large rubber gag was placed in my mouth and buckled in the back.

Next I saw what looked like metal briefs that were basically in two parts. My dick was guided down a tube and my balls were stretched down and locked down to the front of this device. I was rolled over and a large but plug was inserted with the second or back half brought up and locked to the front cover.

Officer Baker then leaned over and asked, "How's it going fella? Hope you know this is only the beginning."

I was then told that the latex suit I was in was not just zipped up the back but was sealed and could only be removed if torn. The chastity device was now locked on and I would only be allowed to cum as a reward.

Over all of this, I was asked to step into a pair of bright orange coveralls with number 629 and a bar code on the back. My wrists were then held forward and 6 inch chrome gauntlets were opened and my wrists/forearm was placed in them. As they were closed, Officer Baker held opened up a small lap top and began typing. As if by remote control the bracelets locked and somehow shrank down around my wrists and forearms. A large collar was opened and placed around my neck. A few typed commands and it also locked down around my neck. Last of all, boots with metal shackles were placed on my feet. Like the collar and wrist restraints, Officer Baker typed in commands and they locked around my feet.

Next a saw horse frame was rolled into my living room.

Office Baker then leaned over, "You're doing very good boy. We were told you would like this. We are now going to use the restraints on you to lock you into this frame. We also have a mirror here so you can see how much you have changed in the last hour."

As I was placed on top of the saw horse frame, my neck collar locked down to the top while the chastity belt fastened down at the other end. My ankles were moved up and locked to the back legs while my wrists were fastened to the front. As Officer Baker held the mirror up to me, I saw a stranger with a shaved head in and orange jump suit with a bar code on the back shackled to a metal framed saw horse.

"Good boy! You like what you see?"

The last thing I knew, Officer Baker was kneeling down in front of my face. "Well, boy, guess now is the time I should tell you that your contract isn't for two weeks. Section 4 of article 7 states that if you are not able to free yourself from the restraints that you have been placed in, we have the right to extend our agreement. If I were you though, I wouldn't try it. You see, the chip that was inserted into you can also cause you to go into cardiac arrest if we choose."

Officer Baker continued, "We are now going to hood you and place a box around the frame you are locked into. You will then be loaded into the van out front but to your neighbors, it will look like we are loading a large box. As for your job, you are just fucked. Your boss will be notified that you have been taken into police custody and charged with a crime you have voluntarily agreed to. Believe me, your career is ruined and you will be terminated from your job. On the bright side, you are going to get everything you wanted ... complete and total bondage for a very very long time.

As he locked the hood down over my head, I began to cry. For some reason, I wasn't sure if I was sad or happy that a new part of my life was just beginning.