Some Things Never Change

Author: goodboy921
Title: Some Things Never Change
Date: 15 February 2006

Part I-An old friendships opens a door some do not want to enter.

By goodboy921 The first time I met Richard, I was 10 years old. My family had just moved into a house at 2810 Adams street. To be honest, I hadn't been thrilled about the move and I suppose I was a handful for my parents. Soon, I found myself sitting on the front porch feeling sorry that I was in a new town with no new friends.

It was then Richard came up the porch yelling "Freeze! Put your hands on your head!"

I looked at him like he was a stranger from another planet. "What?"

He pointed his toy gun at me and again yelled, "You heard me, stand up, put your hands on your head."

I started to laugh and found myself standing up and doing what he told me.

It wasn't long before he had my hands cuffed behind my back and was reading me my rights.

I soon found myself being escorted across the street where he lived.

"By the way, my name Richard Thomas, but you can call me Officer Thomas."

"Ok Officer Thomas... I'm Phil and might I ask what I'm being charged with?"

"Immoral behavior."

"What?"

"You heard me... I can tell your a fagot."

"And what is my sentence?"

"One hour of confinement in my jail cell."

Well, before I knew it, I was down in "Officer" Thomas's basement going through a strip search. A strip search that ended with him ordering me on my knees, hands cuffed behind my back, sucking his dick.

From that point on, "Officer" Thomas and I became the best friends and we were soon advancing our games of cops and robbers.

As school started, we joined Scouts together and had to work on tying knots for a merit badge. Somehow, I always ended up being the bottom with Richard demonstrating every knot he could imagine and once again, I would end up tied up with my mouth sucking his dick.

As we grew up and went into high school, Richard became a man's man. Captain of the football time, caring a 4 point grade average and developing a body that made him built like a brick shit house. While we both started to date girls, we would still find time to go hiking and camping where I would usually get tied up and fucked.

When we graduated, we both received scholarships but they were to different schools. I went to a local college majoring in business while Richard went off to the Air force Academy. Years went by and we both lost track of each other.

Then one day, I received a phone call. Richard had moved back in the area and was working for the federal government in law enforcement. As we chatted, he asked if he could come over and chug a few beers. When I answered the door, he burst in, threw me against the wall, handcuffed me, turned me around and started to shove his tongue down my throat. Like old times, I was soon on my knees sucking his dick and finding myself being fucked by his muscular body.

As he undid my handcuffs, we started to talk and catch up on what had been happening in our lives. He told me that he was working in a maximum security prison dealing with highly dangerous felons. Knowing my interest in bondage, he teased me by saying that I would fit in and be rather popular... at least with one of the guards.

"Shit. So do they allow civilians to tour where you work?" I asked?

"I'm sure I could work something out, Maybe you could come by for an afternoon?"

"Sure, I'll give you a call when I have a day or afternoon for you to visit."

Well, in a couple of weeks, I found myself parking the car outside one the most secure federal prisons in the country. I walked up to the visitor entrance and found myself asking for Officer Thomas. After signing in, being searched and being issued a visitor pass, Officer Thomas met me and began to give me a tour of the grounds. He went on to explain the first section of the facility was low to medium security. In turn, there were prisoners walking around with rights to common areas.

We walked through another secure entrance where I was told that the security was more advanced. I could tell immediately that no inmates were present. "Officer Thomas" explained that inmates in this area were restricted to their cells and only had several hours of exercise time out side of their cell per day.

From this section we went past what he called the psychiatric ward. Here the inmates were violent and unstable to the point they were heavily medicated and restrained. Prisoners strapped to chairs were parked close to guard stations. As we walked by the cells, there were inmates strapped into strait jackets as well as strapped down to tables.

At this point, I asked, "And what section do you work in?"

"Well, my section is rather advanced. I work in a classified section that works with the military. We are taking inmates and learning how to control their behavior through chemical and electronic control. Would you like to see it?"

At this point I wasn't sure if I did or not.

"Sure."

At this point, we went outside to a small building that was all the way back in the complex. From above I could see the guard towers with officers everywhere. Their black BDU's somehow seemed more intimidating. Even my friend "Officer Thomas" looked more formidable and intimidating. He took his security badge and swiped an electronic pad. We entered into an elevator and started to go down what seemed a long way under the complex.

As the doors opened, we passed through another check point. We walked down a long hallway and could hear nothing but our foot steps. My dick was hard and I tried to conceal it while at the same time "Officer Thomas" leaned over, "So is this everything you thought it would be?"

'I'm not sure Sir."

At the end of the hall, he opened a door with his pass key and I was surprised to see that the room was round with a pole in the center. At the top of the pole I noticed a pair of handcuffs.

As soon as the door closed, he grabbed me and said, "So would like to try out some of my toys?"

"Sir, yes Sir."

"Take off your shirt."

I no more had my shirt off before "Officer Thomas" had my hands locked into the manacles attached at the top of the pole. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"You really don't know what you have gotten yourself into do you?"

"Sir, no Sir."

"Some things never change do they boy?"

"Sir, no Sir. I suppose they don't... You have always been the top."

"But some things do change."

"Sir, what do you mean Sir."

"For one thing, I know more now about pain, bondage and control than you could ever guess. What you don't know is that I need you."

"Need me for what Sir?"

"For months now, we have been working with a military prisoner who has been convicted of murder. We have been working with him and have implanted pain control devices that will make him respond to what ever we command him to do."

"And what does that have to do with me Sir?"

"He will take you place and will be used to assassinate a political figure the federal government has deemed a threat to national security. After he succeeds in the assassination, he will be killed and the press will think that it is your identity."

"I'm sorry Sir, but I don't understand?

"You will take his place here, and he will leave here today with your identity."

"But Sir? Richard? Why would you do this to me? We have been best of friends."

"Exactly. And it is time that I give you what you want. You will be placed into my custody and you will be assigned to assist me here in the prison. We will have to process you and you will be kept here."

"Let me show you."

Pressing an intercom button, Officer Thomas said, "Bring in our replacement for Mr. Phil Bauer."

As I hung there with my chest bare and my arms over my head, an inmate was brought in wearing shackles and a bright orange jump suit with heavy leather boots under leg irons. There was a collar around his neck with chain running down to the wrist manacles and then down to his feet.

"I realize that the chains are a bit over the top. Even if he wasn't shackled, he wouldn't be able to escape."

Officer Thomas started to unlock the shackles and ordered the inmate to undress. Two officers then began to take off my shoes and pants.

"Hmmm I'm not sure how fortunate or unfortunate that you happen to be the same size and body shape as the person you are trading places with. You were actually the first person I thought of when I was asked to put this plan into action. He does have a few tats and some body piercing's that we've had to remove and of course they will be added to you."

"But you can't do this... He won't pass for me no matter what you do. I have a life, friends, family."

"Well, not anymore. Now you have only one goal in life and that is to please me."

As I stood naked, I watched as the inmate before me dressed in my clothes, took my wallet and placed my visitor pass around his neck. The officers then locked my feet into shackles at the base of the pole.

"In the next room we will begin to process you. We have a tattoo artist that will start work and you are in for a treat. I understand that nipple and pa piercing's can be rather erotic. We will also install a little control device that will respond with your nervous system. Considering our history together, it is time you became my permanent bitch. Funny how hard time will change you."

At this point I start to yell but only found a large gag placed into my mouth.

"Don't fight this Phil... some things never change. I started fucking with your life when we were 10 and I'm going to be fucking with your life for a long time to come.

And with that a guard inserted a needle into my back thigh, I passed out yelling into the gag.