Younger brothers bondage life in the year 2060 part 5 of 7

Author: spartan
Title: Younger brother's bondage life in the year 2060, part 5 of 7
Date: 25 August 2014

From that point on, while at my folks’ house, my partner was never let out of his restraints. He was either kept strung up in the basement as he had been that day, or he was let out to go jogging. His hands were always kept cuffed behind his back, and he was usually gagged. He started doing a lot of cock-sucking. My brothers were beginning to transform him into their submissive. He hated it, but there was nothing he could do to prevent it.

I was also kept well restrained. Where my older brother concentrated his efforts on subduing my partner, my other brother concentrated his efforts on playing with me. I think he resented having his hand hurt when he tried hitting me, and he wanted to get his revenge on me for that. He certainly was causing me a lot of pain by keeping me in that spiked leather sleep sack with the e-stim on as strongly as it was. I wondered when I would be let down.

Finally he let me down. But he didn’t remove me. He brought me into the basement room, still in the sleep sack and still with the e-stim on high. He took the chain that had been used to lock me to the floor loop and looped it around my neck once, locking it. He brought my ankles up and looped the chain around them and back to my neck. Then he started pulling them together. I, of course, was used to that when I was put into that severe hog-tie. But my brother kept pulling and pulling, trying to get my ankles and neck closer and closer. I was choking. But that didn’t stop him.

Finally he couldn’t get my ankles and neck any closer, and he locked the chain at the point it was at. I could barely breathe. And I still had the spikes digging into my body, as well as that e-stim on strong. I would involuntarily jerk from a shock, and momentarily cut off my air completely, in addition to the extra pain from the spikes entering my body. I wasn’t sure I would be able to survive this one.

As before when I was first laid out at the Government center by my partner on my bed, and when I was first put into that severe military hog-tie, I decided to take it one minute at a time, trying to survive for just one minute, before concentrating on surviving for the next minute, and so on. That was my third life-threatening experience of my life. I don’t think my other brother realized the dangerous position he had put me in. He wanted to see how much I could take.

When their military friend came down, the one who was not hoisted in the air, he took a look at me and said “Jesus. That’s incredible. And he’s still in the spiked leather sleep sack, and you’ve still got the e-stim on. I wouldn’t think another human being could survive being in something like that.” My two brothers’ attention was caught by his statement, and both took a longer look at what I’d been put in. My older brother quietly said “I think you’d better remove him from that.”

I finally had the e-stim turned off, and was removed from the spiked leather sleep sack. My body was a mass of wounds, most of which were bleeding. I was physically exhausted. They had to help me up and into the shower to try to recover. Later I was stretched out on the bed in our room, with covers put over me. I had a long, peaceful sleep, the first I’d had since I’d left home the night before my 18th birthday.

When I woke up I got dressed, got cleaned up, and put my uniform on. Spikes started digging into my body again with that. I went into the kitchen and my mother fixed me a good meal. She said “you need this to recover your strength.” It was the biggest meal I’d eaten since I’d left home on my 18th birthday.

Afterwards, my other brother cuffed my hands behind my back, strapped the rubber ball gag on me, and covered my mouth with duct tape. He also locked ankle cuffs on with a foot long chain between. I was back to my normal attire. He wrapped a chain around my neck and locked it, and led me downstairs to see my partner. He was sucking my older brother’s cock. I stopped and stared. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My partner looked up and saw me staring at him with a look of incredulity, and closed his eyes, hanging his head in shame. I knew then that his life would never be the same again. I also knew what his role would be when my brothers came to our house between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Later that day the six of us went for a walk in the woods behind our house. We were all dressed in our uniforms. My older brother pulled my partner by a chain locked around his neck, my other brother pulled me the same way, and the dominant one of my brothers’ friends pulled the submissive one the same way. The three of us being pulled all had our hands cuffed behind our backs, chains tightly over our arms above our elbows bringing them close together, were gagged with rubber ball gags covered with duct tape, and had ankle cuffs with a foot long chain between. We were all willing to be pulled like that by the muscled man pulling us. Our roles were well established.

When we got back my older brother announced that we were driving back to the city my partner and I lived in. This was when my partner finally found out that my brothers were coming back with us. My older brother also said that we were going to be driving the entire distance instead of hauling the car on the express train. He said he wanted to sight-see and visit places in between. He said we would rent a motel room with two beds, and take our sleep sacks along for my partner and I to sleep in. And he said that when we got to our apartment, we were going to need to purchase another bed so that he and my other brother had beds to sleep on while my partner and I slept in our sleep sacks.

I looked at my partner and could see the play of emotion on his face. He realized that his role had changed from dominant to submissive when my brothers were around, and he didn’t know how long that was going to be for. This also meant that my brothers’ military friends and them would be parting. It also meant that the three of us would be parting from my parents until we returned for Christmas.

The rest of that day was spent arranging things and starting to pack the car. My partner and I were kept restrained in the house while my brothers packed our car. They were finally satisfied with everything that had been packed. My partner and I spent the night restrained in the leather sleep sacks, he in the one which we brought from our home that I would be suspended in, me in the spiked one that my brothers had purchased for me as a present.

The next morning, after having a breakfast that my mother fixed us, my two brothers taking our gags out and feeding us before putting our gags back in, we were taken out to the car and put into the back seat. We had put the back seat down for our trip out to my parents. My brother put it back up for us to sit on, hands cuffed behind us, ankles cuffed with the foot long chain, except our ankles were brought together to be padlocked, ball gags strapped on and covered with duct tape. I wondered how my older brother would react if we were stopped by someone, until I found out that he still had those credentials and insignia with him from being a military policeman while in the military, and he put his on his uniform and had my other brother put his spare on his uniform. He could just say that he was returning a couple of prisoners.

We set out. I hadn’t seen much of the scenery between where I grew up and where we now lived, and got a chance to see it on this trip. My older brother drove. He took his time. We would stop periodically for my brothers to get out and view something. When it was meal time, we would all go into a restaurant, each of my brothers taking one of our arms and leading us in, requesting a booth away from the other customers. When the food would arrive, they would remove the duct tape and gags from us and feed us. Our hands were never out of the cuffs during the day. At night we were in the sleep sacks and hoods. They pulled it off without a hitch.

When we arrived at our apartment, they pulled us in to our apartment and restrained us there. Then they started the process of unloading our stuff. We got there on a Saturday morning, and we didn’t have to get back to work until Monday morning. So there was plenty of time to unload, go purchase another bed, and get settled. They also set up the little cage.

That night they suspended me in the closet as I’d been kept in the closet in the basement at our parent’s house. The e-stim was turned on to its previous strong level. My partner was put into one of those severe military hog-ties, and the two of them lifted him into the little cage, closed the lid, and locked it for him to spend the night like that. He didn’t object or fight, which he had come to know would be useless. He was starting to adapt to his new role.

We were kept like that the rest of the next day and night while my brothers went out and explored the city they would be spending at least the next couple of weeks in. Monday morning we got dressed in our uniforms as usual to go to work. My older brother drove us, both restrained in the back seat as we’d been for the drive here from our parent’s, my other brother in the passenger seat. When we got to work, both of us were released from our restraints and gag, and we went to work.

We were both free to speak to each other at work, but there wasn’t anything either of us wanted to say to each other about what had transpired. We just concentrated on our work.

When we finished work for the day, we came out to see my brothers waiting for us. They restrained us as we were for the drive to work, and drove us to that bar that we frequented after work, where I would suck cocks and my partner would have dinner. Only this time, both of us were taken in restrained to begin earning money sucking cocks, while my brothers had dinner.

After working our second jobs, my brothers took us back to our apartment, and we were put back in our night time positions. This became the weekly routine we settled into. On Saturday morning, whereas before I would have the tasks of doing the laundry and cleaning the place, now my partner and I shared the work. Afterwards, we exchanged positions, me being put in the little cage while in the severe military hog-tie with the e-stim attached for my brothers to play with me with the clothes pin on my nose and the random shocks, my partner strung up in his sleep sack without the internal spikes, put in the position that I would be in for my weekday evenings when it was just my partner and me.

I was surprised at how readily my partner fell into his role. It was amazing. I had called him the bully, but now he was very far from being one, joining me in being bullied by my brothers. I liked him better in his new role than I did in his old one. I wondered whether all the time I knew him he secretly wanted to be bullied, but not having anyone to bully him, he bullied others. Finally at work about 10 days after we had returned from the Thanksgiving break, I told him that I’d decided to agree to marry him. His face lit up, and we started making plans. We decided to wait until after the New Year for various reasons. We went out during lunch time and bought rings for each other.

When we got to the car after work, I told my brothers I had some news to tell them before they had a chance to gag me. I told them that my partner and I were now engaged to be married. My brothers both congratulated us, but it made no change in our evening routine.

When I was cleaning the sleep sacks that Saturday I noticed that the one I was doing had internal spikes in it. I had thought that this was the one my partner had been in, but apparently I was wrong. So I put that aside and picked the other one up and found that it also had internal spikes in it. I hadn’t realized that they had done that to his sleep sack. When I was finished I checked the one he had been sleeping in, and found that it also had internal spikes in it. So we were now being treated the same regarding that. I figured his uniform must also have them. I wondered if he also had e-stim and clothes pin periodically put on his nose.

My partner had been the one to take care of paying our bills and depositing our checks when we were the two living together. Now that neither of us were able to do that, my older brother had his name added to our account and took over that responsibility. With neither him nor my other brother working, I wondered how much they were spending of our money. But I figured it didn’t matter. Both my partner and I were well-paid, and there had to be more than enough money.

With Christmas approaching, neither my partner nor I had any spare time to do Christmas shopping. I wondered how that was going to be handled. I hate getting gifts when I don’t have any to give. But that looked like the position I was going to be in. But one day on the way to the bar after work, my older brother told both my partner and I that they had taken care of shopping and wrapping gifts for everyone from us, and not to worry about not having any. Then I started wondering what I was giving. When the gifts are opened I’ll be just as surprised as the recipient. It will be an interesting Christmas.

Finally it was time for us all to pack up and leave. At work we were given Christmas Eve and the week between Christmas and New Year’s off. Since Christmas was on a Tuesday, that meant that we could leave on the previous Friday night. My brothers had reserved a space on the express train, which would be jam-packed. They filled the van with the various gear and gifts we were bringing, along with our spare clothes, and we were ready to go. I noticed that they left some of their belongings at our apartment, so I figured they planned to return at New Year’s.

When we were on the train, it was possible to get out and walk to one of the periodic meal and drink cars. On the previous trip, my partner probably did, leaving me alone in our car. When my brothers decided to do so, they put a chain around our necks and led us down, acting like military police escorting prisoners again. We passed some military vans that looked like they were escorting prisoners. My brothers sat us down in one of the booths in the bar car and went up to get drinks. As soon as they left I saw some real military police come up to us and say “those two violated regulations in removing you. Sven, you take one and I’ll take the other and we’ll take them back and secure them in the vacant seats in our van. It’ll be a big surprise to those two when they get back here and find their prisoners gone.”

Being gagged and cuffed, we couldn’t say or do anything. We were led back to a van, taken into it, and locked to seats in it. I noticed that the other prisoners also had been pulled by a chain around their necks. They had no identification tags. Blindfolds were put on us and leather hoods were pulled down over our faces and locked on. The hoods only had pinholes at the nose. All of us were wearing those uniforms we got at the Government center. We looked just like the other prisoners. I realized we were in a tight spot, and my cock started getting hard. We were being transported to a military prison.

I didn’t know what my brothers could do. When they would come back to our booth, they would realize that we had been taken somewhere. Since there were other military police on that train, and we were made up to look like prisoners being transported, they would probably realize what had happened. But would they try to find us, making like they were military police when they were not, risking themselves getting into trouble if they tried that? They probably knew what the process was for transporting prisoners. Would they follow the van to see where they were going and try to pick us up there, saying there had been a mistake? And what were we being accused of? I had no idea what we were in for.

For the rest of the trip on the express train, we were locked in that van with hoods on. I got the answer to one of my questions about what my brothers would do. They didn’t get to remove us from the van while on the train. After the train stopped, our van started on its trip to the prison.

When we got to the prison’s guard post, the driver said “a van load of three-strike offenders. They’re to be transported to the maximum security prison to be incarcerated for life.” The guard told the driver where to take his load of prisoners. We drove off.

I was shocked! I wondered how I was going to get out of this. I’d heard stories about what happened to the three-strike offenders, the habitual criminals. They no longer had any rights that normal people had. Those who were found guilty of that in the military were never heard from again. They were kept restrained and were said to be kept in almost inhumane conditions, buried in cells somewhere underground. Society felt that they were of no productive use, so they were made available for anything science wanted to learn from human subjects, like the (edited) used to do during the second World War. The only restriction on the scientists was that these prisoners had to be kept severely restrained so they did not ever escape. And now I was being sent to one of these prisons, treated as if I were one of them. When we were brought into the van I didn’t see any identifying marks on any of the other prisoners. I was sweating.

When we got to where the driver had been told to go, he again told the guard “a van load of three-strike offenders”. The driver again was told where to go after he drove inside. I heard a gate being opened. We drove in. I heard other vans behind us also drive in. Then I heard the gate close. It sounded pretty massive. We drove down a slope and finally leveled off. We came up to another guard. The driver was told to drive on after the gate was opened, but that only one van load was allowed in at a time. I heard another massive gate being opened, and we drove in a short distance before stopping. Then I heard the gate being closed.

I heard guards come into the van and start releasing one of the prisoners. He was taken off the van and apparently led away. It was a few minutes before the guards came back to take the next one. It must have taken a half hour before they came to take me away. They left the hood on and released me from being locked to the seat. They got me up and pulled me by the chain around my neck, telling me when to step down to get out of the van. They took me down a long hallway. I heard no sounds other than my boots on the floor.

Finally they stopped me. I heard a metal door being unlocked, and I was pulled in a few feet. The guards came with me. I heard the metal door being locked again, and we resumed walking. Again I heard no sounds other than my boots on the floor.

I was stopped again after about a minute. I heard another door being unlocked. I was turned sideways and backed a few feet until I felt my back rest against some metal bars. I felt them wrap a metal belt tightly around my stomach and apparently lock it after also putting it around the bars behind me. They pushed my legs next to the bars and strapped a belt around them above the knee and the bars, locking it. They unhooked one of my ankle cuffs and wrapped the chain several times around the bars before locking it back on my other ankle which had been pushed adjacent to the first one. My cuffed hands were being pushed into the bars by the tight chains attaching me. Last, I felt the chain around my neck being pulled up and over some overhanging bars and pulled to the back. It was pulled until I was pulled up as far as I could go onto the front of my feet. All the metal restraints were cutting into my uniform. This chain was finally locked. I was choking, my breath becoming raspy. The guards closed and locked the metal door to my cell. I felt the bars in the front pushing into my chest. Then I heard them leave.

In a few minutes I heard guards bringing another prisoner. Since there was only one more guy left in the van, I knew this had to be my partner. I heard the same sounds of him being restrained that I had heard for me before hearing them leave, the sounds close enough to be the cell next to mine. In a few minutes I heard guards bringing another prisoner. This continued on for a couple of hours. Finally all the vans were emptied of prisoners, and I heard no more sounds. Everything was quiet in that prison. Well, not quite quiet. I heard some sounds of guys having trouble breathing, as I had.

I wondered what lay ahead, whether my brothers would be able to get us out, and if not, what kind of scientific experiments would be conducted on me. For the first time in a long time, the spikes in my chastity were cutting in further than they’d done before. My cock was really getting off on this.

To be continued