Younger brothers bondage life in the year 2060 part 6 of 7

Author: spartan
Title: Younger brother's bondage life in the year 2060, part 6 of 7.
Date: 02 September 2014

The next morning I heard some guards coming to each cell. I couldn’t tell what they were doing. When they got to me, I felt them lift the front of my uniform top and unzip my pants. They had trouble lifting the uniform top since it was so hard. They commented on that. When they pulled out my cock they noticed that it was in chastity. Then they noticed that it was a chastity with spikes. They commented on that. Finally they allowed me to piss into a bag.

After I’d done that, they inserted a catheter. I’d never had that done before, and I didn’t particularly like it. Then I felt them give me a shot of something in my lower extremities. They undid the top of the uniform and pointed something at my collar. It loosened, and they removed it. They reattached the top of the collar. After that they left me with my cathetered cock sticking out.

I didn’t seem to have any affects from the shot. I didn’t know if I was supposed to pass out, but I didn’t. I heard the same sounds come from the next cell to me, which was the one my partner was in. I heard them comment about his cock being locked into a spiked chastity as well. That surprised me. Apparently that was something my brothers had added that I didn’t know about. The guards soon moved on.

That was the only activity for a couple of hours. After all that time with my metal identification collar on, it felt strange to have it off. I guess it was a way of indicating that I no longer had an identity here. Finally I started hearing the sound of a cell being opened, restraints being removed, and a guy being led away. In a couple of minutes the same sound was repeated. The sounds kept getting closer and a little louder, and finally it was my door that was opened. After the restraints were removed that kept me attached to the cell (and were kept attached to the cell), I was led away by one of them pulling that chain that was locked around my neck. I was walked down the other direction from the one in which we had entered, stopped for another locked door to be opened, walked through before being locked behind, and continued to be walked.

Finally I got to where I was to be taken. Another door was unlocked, and I was taken in. I was stood in the middle of the room and my ankle cuffs were locked together. I heard one of the guards get a step ladder and set it up next to me. The chain which was attached to my neck was pulled up by the guy on the step ladder and threaded through a loop in the ceiling, the loose end being attached to a pulley against the wall. The guard got down from the step ladder and put it away. They tested the pulley and pulled me up onto the tips of my boots. Then they left the room and locked the door.

Soon someone came in and attached some wires to my exposed cock. He tested an e-stim device that the wires were apparently attached to. There was a shock that was not too strong, even kind of pleasant. He tried again upping the intensity. And again. And again. It was soon quite strong, but still something I could deal with. The intensity was upped again. This time I yelled into the gag when I got a shock. The guy said “we’ll start with that setting.”

So apparently the testing was to be on electrical stimulation of my cock. With what my other brother had done to me when last at my parent’s house, I’d certainly had a lot of that to deal with. And I’d certainly been pulled into the air with a chain locked around that rock hard uniform collar that I wore. So this testing should be something that I could deal with.

They seemed to want to know when I would be stimulated by a combination of being either on the tips of my feet pulled upright at various levels of e-stim intensity, or pulled into the air with the same various levels, while all the time being in chastity. They tried the various levels. All of them were strong. The first setting, the one that got me to yell into the gag, was the weakest one they tried. The strongest was one in which I barely retained consciousness. I was screaming into my gag when hit with that one. With my mouth covered by the rubber ball gag, layers of duct tape, and the leather hood, I was still able to make a loud enough sound to be clearly heard by the testers. They apparently had a device for measuring the sound levels, as they would write something down in amounts of db, whatever that was.

They finally finished the tests and returned me to my cell, restraining me as I’d been before. The wires from the e-stim were still attached. In an hour or two I heard someone come by again and give me another shot. Again there was no visible reaction from it. In an hour or two I heard some guards come again, remove me from my restraints keeping me attached to the cell, and lead me away. This time they took me to a larger room, a dungeon type room, which already had some other guys. I was sat down, turned to lie down on my stomach, and my ankles were attached to the lower part of whatever I was lying on. My wrists were removed from the cuffs and pulled up to attach to the upper part of whatever I was lying on. A lever was twisted and my wrists started pulling further up. This kept up until they couldn’t pull them any further.

Suddenly what I had been lying on fell away. I was supported only by my ankles and my wrists, each of them stretched as far in either direction as was possible. They were hurting big time, since they were supporting all my weight. Then I felt a shock at the strength that they started the other tests at. I jerked and yelled. I heard someone read off a db number from a device. They increased the strength and shocked me again. Again, this went on to the highest level. Then they twisted that knob again to stretch me further, and went through the e-stim test levels. By the time this one was over, my wrists and ankles hurt a lot, and I could barely walk, let alone tolerate having the handcuffs put back on.

The evening test was a lot easier. It was even kind of fun. I was kept in my cell with the restraints removed which attached me to it. All restraints were removed from me. I was told to strip naked. When I had all my clothes off I was again restrained with cuffs on wrists and ankles, gagged and hooded. The ever present chain was locked around my neck and I was pulled to another room.

Once there I was pushed down, my upper thighs were duct taped to my lower legs and ankles, and my ankle cuffs were removed. My handcuffs were removed, my palms were forced down onto my shoulders, and my upper arms were duct taped to my lower arms. I couldn’t move either my arms or legs apart. I was sat onto a thick rubber suit, my legs up to my knees were fit into an indentation in the suit and the suit was zipped up to my ass, the main body of the suit was shaped to my body and zipped up to my chest, my arms were fitted into indentations in the suit and the suit was zipped up to my neck, and the hood was brought up over my head and zipped the rest of the way up. There were only pinholes at the nose accessing the outside with one other exception: there was a little side hole for my cathetered cock, still with wires attached, to fit through.

Soon I got shocked again at that starting level. I heard them recording the db levels of my yells. When this was finished, they dropped a chain and fit it around my neck, and pulled me into the air. They went through the shock levels again, recording the noise levels. When this was finished, I was hoisted further into the air, a little cage was maneuvered under me, I was dropped down into it, and the lid was closed and locked. The noose chain was detached and re-attached through the bars in the top of the cage. It was hoisted up again until it was taut. The lights in the room were turned off and everybody left. This was my second night at the facility. There was still no sign of my brothers being able to release me.

The next morning a guy came by and gave me another shot of something. I soon heard voices of the same people who had been there the night before. It didn’t take them long to start up again. A clothes pin was put on my nose, cutting off my breathing. When I was starting to run out of air, I got shocked again at that strong starting level, I jerked and yelled, and I heard one of them state how many db this registered as. They removed the clothes pin for me to get my breathing back before putting it back on for the next test. They went through this series of levels as well, recording the readings.

I heard the door open and another person come in. “You’re right. Your younger brother is able to tolerate an amazing amount of punishment.”

“Damn it, Ralph. You’ve ruined the surprise.” It was my other brother’s voice.

“Oops. Sorry.”

“Oh, well. The surprise is out now. Merry Christmas, faggot. Our presents to you include this rubber gimp suit and spending a couple of days here at this maximum security prison where the two of us worked when we were in the military. Friends we worked with helped us set up this fake transfer to the prison van. I hope you were taken in.”

I thought ‘those damn brothers of mine! Sheesh. What a Christmas present.’ I was able to relax for the first time since I’d been put into that prison van.

“Your partner has been given the same treatment. He’s also now in his rubber gimp suit. I’ll go tell our brother that you’re ready to be put back into the van so we can get to our parent’s house.”

While he was gone, they removed the catheter and let me piss again into a bag, leaving my cock hanging out. My other brother was soon back and said “I’ll help lead you out to our car. You can walk while in that suit. You’ll be spending quite a bit of time in it, so you may as well start getting some practice.” He helped get me up on my knees, and I started walking on my knees with him holding my elbow to support me. I found it to be almost impossible, and he finally picked me up and carried me out.

I was set down in the back seat of the car with the seat belt put over me. I must have looked like a midget. I had gotten pretty hot in that suit the previous night, and with the shocks, had gotten heated up again. I was noticing moisture trickling down to the bottom of the suit. It wasn’t long before I heard them put another guy in the back seat and strap the seat belt on, and my two brothers got in and the car started up. There was no trouble getting through the guard gates. They all knew my brothers, apparently. It took about two hours to drive to my parent’s house.

When my other brother carried me into my room I heard my mother say “good lands, what is that?”


“Don’t you recognize your own son?”

“Not folded up in that, I don’t.”

“He and his partner are going to be married in this.”

I thought ‘what?’ That’s the first time I’d heard that. My partner and I haven’t even discussed our wedding plans yet, and here’s my brother saying what they are. I wondered if my two brothers have decided the date for our marriage and where we’re going on our honeymoon. This has gotten to be too much control.

I was set down in our cage which they had earlier brought in and set up. Pretty soon my older brother brought my partner in and set him down in the cage as well. They closed it and locked it. I felt my partner also being restrained in one of those rubber gimp suits. It was interesting that there was room in that little cage for us both.

Pretty soon my father came into our room, stopped and stared. Then he started laughing. “They look like a couple of midgets”.

“That’s one of our Christmas presents to them. A couple of days confined in the military prison we worked at was another present.”

“Were any of those experiments conducted on them?”

“Of course.”

“I hope they didn’t pick something up in that place.”

“I’m sure they didn’t. As least, not on this visit. They’re scheduled to spend their honeymoon there.”

I thought ‘I knew it! He’s already scheduled our honeymoon. That must mean he’s already scheduled our wedding day, since the honeymoon begins just afterwards.’ I heard my partner moving around when he heard that. I figured he’s also annoyed at the way my brothers are controlling our lives.

Soon I started getting shocked in my collar, nipples and chastity. I started jerking with each shock. I heard my partner also starting to jerk with each shock. It was hard to keep my balance in that gimp suit with those shocks. I also felt my partner losing his balance with the shocks. My father said “it looks like they’re trying to dance, like those herky-jerky dances of 50 years ago. It’s amusing to watch.”

I’d periodically hear my father start chuckling. Finally he said “Marie, come look at these two crazy nuts dancing.” I heard my mother come in and after a few minutes she was starting to laugh as well. She finally said “what’s causing that?”

My other brother brought out two e-stim devices and said “they’re getting random electrical shocks from these”.

“That’s cruel. You shouldn’t do that to them.”

“They like it.”

“In that case, I guess it’s okay.” She went back into the kitchen. I didn’t know about my partner, but I didn’t like being shocked that strongly, but being gagged, I couldn’t say anything. I also knew enough about my brothers to know that I’d better not say anything in front of our mother or I’d suffer dearly for it later.

Later we were let out of the gimp suits to go get cleaned and back into our uniforms for Christmas Eve dinner and the opening of presents. I looked forward to finding out what gifts I was giving. Before getting back into our uniforms my older brother produced the metal collars that had been removed from us. He put them back on and pressed a button on one of those devices, and they immediately closed as tightly as they had been. It felt good to get that collar back on me.

The gifts that were given were regular ones that the recipient needed, but probably wouldn’t have purchased for themselves. They were thoughtfully chosen. I had to give it to my brothers, they did a better job of shopping for the gifts I gave than I would have done. And I’m pretty sure that my partner felt the same way. None of the gifts we gave were fetish related, but the ones we received were.

I took that opportunity with my gag out to express my displeasure about their planning out our wedding and our honeymoon. “There are some things that you must leave to people to do for themselves. Something like that is extremely personal. You don’t take care of things like that for other people.”

“Oh? Take a look at your lives. You are now completely dependent on us to run your lives for you. The only thing you do independently is your work. Otherwise, we do everything else for you, except for the Saturday morning chores. You need to have us schedule everything for you.”

“That’s only because you’ve stepped in and forced yourselves on us. We had no say in that.”

“And what say have you to prevent us from planning your wedding and honeymoon? What will you do about it?”

He had me there. I had no answer for that.

After a long pause in which he waited for an answer, and finally realized he wasn’t going to get one, he asked “didn’t you enjoy your experience at that maximum security prison where we worked?”

“Yes, I did. It was certainly a unique experience.”

“Then you should enjoy having a longer one even more. But to get you in there takes some planning. They don’t transport people in there very often. That’s why we have to schedule your wedding date to be able to affect a transfer like we did last time. Understand?”

I nodded my head up and down, since he had strapped the gag on by then. “Willing to go along with it, then?” Again, I nodded my head up and down. “Good. Then no more talk of that.”

Back at work, we informed our bosses that we were getting married. Soon the word started getting around. All of our co-workers wanted to come to the ceremony. I was wondering what they would think about such an off-beat ceremony as what my brothers had planned for us. My company told us to take a month off. They were very family oriented, even for an unusual arrangement as my partner and I had, and were willing to co-operate. When I told my brothers how much time we were given, they checked with their friends and got confirmation that we could spend that much time in that prison.

The date of the wedding soon came. My parents were able to attend, as well as most of my co-workers. The ceremony consisted of each of my brothers standing in as best man for each of the two of us who were getting married. My partner and I were confined into one of those rubber gimp suits. Each of my brothers walked us up the aisle while in the suit. They had helped us practice walking when in them, and we finally were able to do so, at least for a short distance and with someone holding our elbow to support us.

When we were both up at the front, the public official who conducted the ceremony began (no minister would do it). He said that the two of us wanted to be joined in marriage. He asked each of us if we wanted the other as our spouse, and since for the first time ever in those suits we weren’t gagged, we said loudly ‘I do’, loudly enough to be heard through the suit covering our mouths. Then the administrator said that with the placement of the rings, we would be wed. Each of my brothers then locked a metal collar around our necks, and we were led away. It was a simple ceremony. It was strange, but legal. I was glad that we were going to be gone from our fellow employees for a month so that we wouldn’t be hearing their comments about our strange wedding. We didn’t go to the wedding reception afterwards.

We were soon back in our uniforms, restrained in the back seat of our van being transported on that express train behind some vans transporting prisoners to that prison. We were led into that bar car, and soon found ourselves restrained again in that prisoner transport van, just like before. The transfer had once again gone smoothly. And soon we were back inside the prison restrained in those cells with our collars removed. The testings, different ones than before but along the same lines, began the next morning.

But unknown to us, there was something else brewing in that prison. The head of the prison finally got wind of a complaint that had been filed by someone who happened by when my brothers took us out of the prison. This complaint said that two midget prisoners had been observed being removed from the prison. The head of the prison wanted to know why it took several weeks for that complaint to reach him, and how many prisoners were there now. It was known how many cells there were, but without knowing which were occupied, since prisoners could be kept outside of their cells, they didn’t have an accurate count of the number of prisoners.

One of his assistants was given the task of counting the prisoners. He started assigning numbers for each. My partner and I were assigned numbers, since we were in cells at the time. So we got included in the official count of prisoners. When the number was reported to the head of the prison, he said that there had better not be any of these removed, or heads would roll. So my partner and I were now officially registered as prisoners that cannot be removed.

Of course, we didn’t know about any of this. But my brothers found out from their friends on the prison staff. They all were wondering how they would be able to get my partner and me out of the prison when our honeymoon was over. After all, my brothers’ livelihood now depended on us going back to work.

In the meantime, I one day found myself encased in that rubber gimp suit and put into a padded cell with my partner. That was a blast. We had so much fun. I don’t know what they were testing with that, but I hadn’t had so much fun since I’d had my 18th birthday. I could bounce around any which way and couldn’t hurt myself. The prison staff were outside enjoying watching the fun we were having, when the prison chief walked up. He looked in, saw that we were having fun, and exploded.

“What the hell is going on here! This is a prison! Prisoners are to be punished! They are not to have fun! Take those two back to their cells and chain them up by their necks. I want to see them at least three feet off the floor. And attach some weights to their cocks.”

“But that could kill them.”

“So what? You know that prisoners here are expendable.”

“But sir, …”

“NO MORE BUTS! Do it now or you’re on report! And I’m going to check back at their cells to make sure you’ve obeyed me. I’m also going to re-assign these two to hard balls. He knows how to treat prisoners.”

“Yes, sir.”

I could hear some yelling outside the room and didn’t know what was going on. Soon someone picked me up and carried me back to my cell. I felt a chain wrapped around my neck, locked, and I was pulled up by it into the air, way into the air. I didn’t have that hard uniform protecting my neck, just the thick rubber gimp suit, though this provided some protection against the chain. But it was still choking me. I soon felt some weights being attached to my cock and lowered down. At least they weren’t suddenly dropped. I was getting worried that all that yelling meant that our fun time had come to an end and that we were in for a rough time now. I had been worried that by coming back to this prison we were tempting fate. It looked like our fate had taken a turn for the worse. My cock started to get hard again.

To be continued