Younger brothers bondage life in the year 2060 part 1 of 7

Author: spartan
Title: Younger brother's bondage life in the year 2060, part 1 of 7
Date: 03 August 2014

I was excited. I turned 18 today. I was now an adult. I had to report to the Government center for processing, as all 18 year old males had to do. I will now be tested for aptitude to decide my most suitable place in society. And I now get to wear one of those metal computer collars that all adults have to wear. I’ve been looking forward to this for years. I also get to wear one of those really neat uniforms they require all the guys who are at the Government center to wear, and continue to wear after they leave, at least those who pursue various careers where it’s appropriate, including the one I expect to pursue.

My parents were sad to see me leaving their home. My mother in particular hated to see her youngest son leaving her. She now had no one to mother. It was traumatic for her. We hugged and said our good-byes. And then I was off to the Government center. I could hardly contain my enthusiasm.

When I got there I was one of hundreds of 18 year olds who were reporting. I got in line with the others. It took some time, but it was finally my turn. I gave my name and showed them my identification. The man I gave it to checked my identification, had me put my right hand palm on a machine, and handed my identification to another man next to him. He pulled out a metal collar from a box, double checked to make sure it was mine, and put it around my neck. He pushed a button and it sprang to life, tightening closed to the circumference of my neck. I had been ordered to look down at the time and wasn’t expecting that. When I looked up, it was tight, pushing in. My cock started rising up. I hoped no one noticed.

I knew that all the information that had been gathered so far was programmed into the computer chip in the collar. It was the way all adults were kept track of. All my school grades were there, as well as any other information the government might have about me. And there would be a lot more information gathered during this processing which would be entered.

This began with the law passed 20 years ago. There were still some guys out in the wild who refused to wear one of these, complaining about the government intruding into their lives. But all men who were in civilized society wore them now. All the kids looked forward to getting them. Not only did it signify that they were finally an adult, but it was used to determine each of their likes and proficiencies so that they could be adapted to be most productive in our society. It worked great for everyone.

I was first taken to get a haircut. I was given what is called a buzz-cut one, the shortest, and told to have that done every Saturday morning while at the center. I was next told to take off all my clothes. They were put into a bag which was labelled. The next step was the physical examination. All the information from this was checked against my collar’s data, noted if it wasn’t already there. This included my physical sizes. They even went to the detail of measuring my cock size.

The next step was the psychological testing. They wanted to know the levels of the seven psychological characteristics of a person – the extent to which they are manic, depressive, paranoid, and the other three that I can’t remember, as well as their level of normal. Those were some strange tests, taken while attached to a lie detector, but they obviously had their purpose. Then there was a break for lunch.

After that was the sexual turn-on testing. They particularly wanted to see my cock’s reaction to everything they tested for. They initially checked for what I enjoyed sexually, whether men or women, both or neither, whether I liked pain, whether I liked inflicting pain on others, and whether I liked my nipples, cock and balls excited (who doesn’t?). There were lots more pictures and questions. Then I was tested for all kinds of bondage, both giving and receiving.

That testing reminded me of when my older brothers were still living at our home. They used to enjoy tying me up when I was a kid as well as gagging me, leaving me like that often for hours hidden in some place, sometimes over night while tucked into bed, sometimes tickling me and punching me when tied up and gagged. When they found out that I started getting turned on by that, as well as by being choked, they started getting rougher with me. I wondered how much of that would be revealed with the testing. And I wondered whether my brothers, who were working for the government, had reported that information about me.

After all the testing was done, I was sent to a waiting room while they entered all the information. When it was entered I was told my collar would buzz. It not only buzzed, it tightened even more. I then went to another part of the facility where I was given my uniform to now wear. But before putting it on they put my cock in chastity. It had gotten hard again with the further tightening of the collar, so they had to ice it before they were able to get the chastity on. They kept the key to it.

It was then time to try on the uniform. It was made of thick, heavy, hard, shiny black leather, stiffer and shinier than any new shoes I’d ever gotten. The top half could be set down, and it would stand up by itself. When I started putting it on I realized that it was very tight fitting, skin-tight, just the way I liked my clothes to be. That fact probably came from the testing. The very stiff collar reached up under the chin and was concave to fit the contours of my neck, pushing in on it everywhere. The collar wasn’t possible even to get closed unless I forced my head up high. I figured they wanted us to maintain a high, stiff erect military posture. I realized why they tightened the metal collar even tighter, since the uniform collar was barely able to close over it. When I finally did close the uniform collar I started choking. I looked in the mirror and saw that my face was getting red. They probably got the fact that I liked this from the testing, too. I loved the way in which they found out my turn-ons and were catering to them.

The uniform also had high underarm stitching which forced my shoulders as high as possible, as well as forced back. I realized that wearing this all day would not be easy at first, but it sure made me look great. I felt like I was being kept at strict military attention when I had it on.

And the knee high leather boots looked great, too, over the tight uniform leather pants. I found it interesting that I was given no underwear or socks, but was to wear my uniform and boots over my naked body. The head covering was also made of shiny black leather, but there was nothing special about it. After I put the uniform on and made sure it fit properly, I took the suitcase with the spare uniforms and was told where to report next. It was a good thing my cock was in chastity or I would have immediately stained the pants when I put on the uniform.

I was told that my excellent school grades plus my aptitude testing made it clear what my career path would be, which would be as a trained professional in a specific field. But I would need further schooling to properly prepare me for my career specialty field. I had already expected this to be the case before I reported to the Government center, so there was no surprise with that.

After arising in the early morning we were required to do the daily exercises. Classes would be during the day, uniform required to be worn, with any extra school work being put on computer discs that I would be listening to when I slept at night. Meals would be after exercises and before classes started, during the noon break, and after classes ended at night. That left the evenings available for the required sexual activities to maintain healthy attitudes. My testing had shown that I was someone who would be a submissive who was turned on by men administering bondage and breath control. After the evening meal I was to go back to my room, take off my class uniform, take the evening uniform and other gear that had been placed on my bed and report to the male to male dom-sub building. And I was to now always have my cock locked in chastity, only removed by another for evening activities after I was restrained. Weekends were for military drills while in class uniform after the required haircut, and for doing laundry.

They gave me a couple of maps showing me where everything was located. With that I could see where my room was, and where the meal hall was. I was told that after unpacking in my room I was to go get dinner. After that I was to report as ordered for the required sexual activities. All of this was new to me, and got me excited. It was all happening so fast. I headed to my room.

I was so looking forward to my new life. I now knew from my aptitude testing that I was turned on by other men, something I’d always suspected from my school days, but didn’t know for sure. I started noticing them on the way to my room. There was certainly some eye-candy out there for someone that had my kind of turn-on, all those muscled men in those sharp uniforms that hugged the body, accentuating it. One uniformed guy in particular caught my eye, and I guess I must have stared at him. He noticed and yelled at me “what are you staring at, faggot!” I realized that not everyone here is turned on the same way that I am, and I had better be careful.

My room was pretty small. It consisted of a bed, a chair and a small dresser. I looked again at the map and saw that there was a communal bathroom. I had brought my razor, toothbrush and toothpaste and comb from home, which were in my bag. They kept my identification. They provided towels.

Just as I was leaving I noticed what I was to take for sexual activities that evening. It was another heavy, thick, stiff black leather top garment, but this one appeared to be sleeveless. But when I looked inside I saw that there were internal sleeves. There were belts around the outside, not just at the waist but also at various places from the neck down through the chest to the hips. I wasn’t going to be able to put that on by myself. As I imagined being in this my cock was trying to get hard in its chastity.

As I started to drop that back on the bed I noticed ankle cuffs with about a foot long chain between which had been put on the bed under the leather top garment. There was also a rubber ball gag and some duct tape. And then I noticed that there were chains attached to the top metal bed frame and also to the bottom. I wondered if I was going to be restrained in bed at night as well. I hoped so. I also noticed that the bed was much longer than my height, and the chains were not that long. But I had to hurry to go get dinner. I was certainly looking forward to the after dinner activities.

The food was decent, though I didn’t eat much. After the quick meal I rushed back to my room, took off my uniform, picked up the items left on my bed, and quickly went to the male to male dom-sub building. I was anxious to get started. There were several guards at the door to meet the incoming. One came up to me. When I told him my name, he flashed something at my collar to confirm, and told me to put on the ankle cuffs. When I did this, he told me to strap on the rubber ball gag, pulling the straps behind me as tight as I could before buckling them. When I did this, he told me to wrap the duct tape around my head several times, pulling it as tight as I could when I did so. When I did this, he told me that this is what I am now required to do in my room every night before leaving and reporting to this building. He said that if I didn’t do them as required when reporting, or if I didn’t report at all, I would be shocked. He pushed a button and there was a strong electric shock that came out of my collar. I almost collapsed from the pain of that. He said that while at the Government center, that shocking mechanism would be used only for punishment.

He picked up the leather top garment and held it down in front of me for me to start getting my arms into the internal sleeves. After my arms were inside them, he pulled it up, wrapped it around me and started pulling the straps behind my back, buckling them. And there were two more straps that hung down from the bottom of the front which were just above my groin area that he pulled and buckled in the back, one on each side of my cock and balls. After they were all on, he went back and yanked and re-buckled each strap as tight as he could. My arms were hanging down past the end of the body part, but being restrained further up, I couldn’t move them. My hands were restrained inside the sleeves, with an attached outside cord on both sides at wrist level. They apparently went through a little hole in the sleeve and wrapped around my wrist, because when he pulled them, they tightened around my wrists before he wrapped the outside parts around my upper thighs and tied them. Finally he was satisfied and led me to where I was to report. It was a slow walk as the one-foot long chain between the ankle cuffs limited the length of my strides.

My cock was already wanting to get hard from the tight leather garment I was in, but couldn’t because of the chastity. When we finally got to where I was to report, I noticed that there was a chain hanging down from the ceiling. The guy stopped me about six inches in front of where the chain hung with my back to it and locked the middle of my ankle chain to a ring in the floor. Then he had me back up as far as I could, which brought my ankles together. He locked the ankle cuff rings together that the chain was attached to. Now I couldn’t walk. Then he wrapped the end of the hanging chain around the top of my neck and locked it in the back. He pulled up the other end of the chain until I was standing stretched as far as I could be while keeping my feet on the floor. He secured that end to the wall and left.

I couldn’t move my hands. I couldn’t move my head. I couldn’t move my feet. I couldn’t speak. And most important with all that, I couldn’t move my cock. The latter is the one that wanted the most to move. I was left standing there like that for at least an hour. In rushing to get here I was early. I eventually could hear other activity around me, but no one came to my area.

Finally I heard someone approaching me. It was a guy dressed in his class uniform that was pulling another guy. This other guy was naked, but had a choke chain around the top of his neck that the guy was pulling. He also had cuffs with a foot long chain between his ankles, and he had his hands cuffed behind him. And his cock was also in chastity. He wasn’t gagged, and some liquid was dribbling from his mouth. He seemed to also have some on his chest.

When the dom guy brought the sub guy up to me, dom put sub down on his knees with his mouth immediately in front of my chastitied cock. Dom pulled out a key ring, found the right one, and unlocked my chastity, pulling it off. Immediately my cock sprang out hard. Sub took it in his mouth and started sucking it. In no time I erupted into his mouth. I went on for about four thrusts, and he took it all in his mouth.

Meantime dom was taking it all in, looking at the strict erect position I was in as well as the leather that enclosed my upper body tightly. I noticed a bulge in the front of his pants. He finally unzipped them, and his cock came out hard. When sub was finished with me, dom positioned him in front of his cock, and he started getting it sucked. Soon dom erupted into his mouth. When this was done, he put his cock back in his leather pants and went over to the wall. He started pulling the chain up, and soon I was on the front half of my feet. I was worried that I was going to be taken higher, but the chain was stopped at that point and secured to the wall. Before leaving, dom said “we’ll be back”.

I was having a little difficulty breathing. But that was turning me on. My cock was starting to get hard again. It was still out of the chastity. That was the first time I’d ever had any such experience. I’d heard other guys talk at school about jacking off, but I’d never done that. When my brothers would play with me at home my cock would sometimes get erect, but my brothers would never let me cum. This was an amazing new experience for me. I wanted more. That I was having trouble breathing was something I would easily put up with in order to have that experience again of my cock erupting.

I was fully hard long before those two returned. I noticed that sub was looking tired when he got to me again. He knew what to do when he got there. It took almost no time for me to erupt again into his mouth. This time when it was over dom didn’t need servicing again, and didn’t do anything different. But he again said “we’ll be back” before they shuffled off.

When they came back next my cock was only a little hard, not fully erect like the last two times. This time dom positioned the very-tired sub in front of me and put a clothes pin on my nose. He said “it’s not coming off until you erupt”. Then he stepped back and started to watch.

With my mouth covered tightly with duct tape, I couldn’t breathe through it. And now I couldn’t breathe through my nose, either. It only took a few seconds for me to run out of air. I was shaking my head back and forth trying to get that damn clothes pin off. I was fully focused on getting more air in my lungs when I suddenly realized that I was erupting again. Dom saw this, came over and removed the clothes pin from my nose. This time the eruption was greater than either of the other two had been. I hadn’t realized that this would turn me on.

When I was finished, dom pushed a button, locked the chastity back on me, and they shuffled off. Soon that guard came, detached the noose chain from the wall and lowered it down. He unlocked my ankles, had me move forward, and unlocked my ankle chain from the floor ring. Then he started shuffling me away. I expected him to remove the leather covering from me, but he didn’t. He led me all the way back to my room and lay me down on the bed, still enclosed in the leather top. He locked the ankle chain to the end of the bed frame, moved me up as far as he could to the top, pulled the chain from the top bed frame down and around my neck, pulled it up as far as he could and locked it. Then he left.

I was kept like that for the night, strapped tightly inside that heavy leather top and pulled tightly to both ends. My cock was in chastity, or I would have gotten hard again. My thoughts were on not only the restraints I was in, but also the evening’s experience. It was very difficult for me to calm down to drop off to sleep. When that guard came by to get me up for the morning exercises, I had gotten very little sleep.

We were all lined up for morning exercises in the nude, except for chastity devices and collars. I had lots of marks on me from my restraints and that leather garment, and I noticed others with marks as well. My muscles were quite stiff and sore, and the exercises were badly needed to get them loosened again. The exercises were similar to what we did every morning at school, though the next level up. When we were finished we all went in to get showered, do our morning ablutions, and get dressed for breakfast.

Again we were all naked for our showers. I noticed that guy I’d stared at the previous evening. He was waiting for me to notice him and started in on me again before I could divert my eyes. Apparently he wanted someone to pick on, and I was it. He said “I’m going to find out which room you’re in and add something to the bondage they keep you in.” I was wondering how he would know that they kept me in bondage until I realized that the marks still on my body would have told him, and looked down to see that they were still there. He waited for that, for me to realize how he knew, and then said “you’re a marked man” before leaving.

This put a damper on the high I’d been on at this Government center. But I had to get my ablutions done, get dressed and get breakfast. After finishing the morning ablutions I went back to my room to get dressed, not thinking about the fact that the guy would be following me to find out which room I was in. When I came out in my uniform, there he was. “I’ll be seeing you later, faggot.” He was already dressed in his uniform, and seeing him like that got me excited again. I just followed him to the meal hall. After breakfast, we were all gathered in the exercise area, told to separate according to which class we would be going to. When the groups were gathered, we were separated into lines one arm length apart. Then we were told to always gather like this every morning, were called to attention and marched into our class room. Between classes we were gathered the same way, and marched to our next classes.

Classes were in my chosen field, one I was already pretty proficient in, and I enjoyed learning more, though much of what was said I already knew from some of the extra credit courses I’d taken at school. I was eager to get as much knowledge in this area as I could so I could start my professional career. I noticed that the bully was also in those classes, too. So I figured we both were planning a career in the same field. I was attracted to him, but I was also frightened of him. Physically he was obviously much stronger than I was, so that if it ever came to a struggle I knew who would win. I knew that he would be able to do to me whatever he wanted to do.

When dinner was over I went back to my room to prepare for the evening’s sex activities. As I was starting to put the restraints on, the bully came in. He was still dressed in his class uniform. He said “I’m going to the same place. Let me help you”, and started helping put the restraints on. I didn’t know what to think or do, so just let him help me. When all the restraints were on, including the gag and duct tape, I started to pick up the outer garment when he said “I’ll put you into that”.

I figured that there wouldn’t be anything else he could do to me with that on so I held my arms down for him to slide them into the internal sleeves. When my arms were in the sleeves and the wrist cords pulled and tied to my upper thighs and he had buckled a few of the straps behind me that were at the bottom part of this leather top, he said “I’ve got something else to add to your fun.” He put a couple of metal clamps on my nipples. I was powerless to do anything about it. I let out a yell into my gag from the pain when those were put on, and the bully just laughed, pulled the leather top up, and started buckling the straps behind my back. After they were all buckled he pulled them all as tight as he could. This put more pressure on the nipple clamps, increasing my pain. I was in agony from that. Surprisingly to me, my cock was trying to get hard in my chastity from that.

When I was finally in everything, he led me to the male to male dom-sub hall. When we got to the guard, the latter said to me “I see you’ve paired up to get into the restraints. Good.” Turning to the bully the guard said “do that to him every night. Take him back to his room to restrain him at night, and let him out in the morning as well. I’ll take him to where he is to report here.” The bully had a big smile and said “I’ll meet you here later, faggot” before walking off. I didn’t like the way this was turning out.

That evening went as the previous had gone, except that it was a different pair that came by to service me. I figured that the pairs took turns. When the clothes pin was removed, again after my biggest eruption, and the button was pushed, the guard again came by, but this time took me only out to his post. The bully wasn’t there yet, so I was chained in a waiting area. Others were there chained waiting as well.

Finally the bully came by. He unlocked the chain that had attached me to the waiting area, locked it tightly around my neck above the collar, and started pulling me by it to my room. He and the guard exchanged nods. Unlike when he took me to the facility, this time the bully was pulling me quicker than I could walk with that short ankle chain, so I had to start jogging to avoid getting strangled.

When we got to my room he lay me down on the bed, removed my boots, locked the ankle chain to the bottom as before, lifted me up and pulled me forcefully up so that the ankle cuffs were cutting painfully into my ankles, lay me on the bed while holding me with one hand to keep me from moving back down, grabbed the chain at the head of the bed with the other hand, and yanked it around my neck twice, pulling it back up, pushing the two chain lengths together just behind my neck, and barely fit a lock through a couple of adjacent links just behind my neck.

“Comfy?” he cynically asked, chuckling after he said that. “You submissive faggots are supposed to like being punished like this. And I hope those nipples enjoyed the tickling they got today.” He started jiggling my nipple clamps as he said this. I was yelling into my gag despite having to struggle to get some air into my lungs. That bastard could hear my rasping breathing and knew that I was struggling to breathe. “I hope you survive until the morning. In case you didn’t know, part of this ‘basic training’ is to eliminate those who can’t take these little challenges. It’s not unusual for some to die. I won’t be punished if that should happen to you. They consider it to be weeding out the weak. That’s what they’ve told us prospective doms. Good night. Pleasant dreams.” Having said that, he left.

What a position to be put in. And I’ll probably be kept like this every night. I had been looking forward to my life at this Government center, and now this. I’ll just have to try my best to survive, taking it one breath at a time. Pretty soon he was back. “I almost forgot. I need to give you your homework.” He put some earphones on and turned it on. Soon I was hearing lessons in my chosen career field. I heard him leave.

I now had to try to learn my field while having major distractions in the way I was kept at night. I wondered how well I would be able to digest the information I was being taught.

I got no sleep that night. It was too stressful. I think I could remember most of what was on that tape that I listened to, which was what was important to me.

To be continued