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

Author: spartan
Title: Younger brother's bondage life in the year 2060, part 7 of 7
Date: 09 September 2014

The dominant friend of my brothers that had spent Thanksgiving at our place had called my older brother. “Bad news. We had put your brother and his partner in those rubber gimp suits and had them playing in one of our padded cells. The warden came by and saw that they were having fun and exploded. We had to take them back to their cells and chain them up high, adding weights to their cocks. But worst of all, they got reassigned to hard balls.”

“Oh shit. I hope they survive. Most of his prisoners don’t.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to keep up the pretense for a whole month. Apparently someone saw you taking the two of them out at Christmas time and sent a letter to the warden. I saw the letter and buried it, but someone found it and sent it on to the warden. Now we’ve got big problems.”

“If we can’t come up with something I’ll have to explain what we did.”

“That could mean you going to jail and losing your retirement.”

“Better that than having my brother killed. I sure don’t want that on my conscience.”

One of the guards came up to my cell. He walked stiffly erect, carried a cane with him that was used for beating people, and had his uniform spit shined to a high gloss, not having even a speck of dust on it. He looked into my cell and studied me. He noticed that my cock was erect, even pulling up the weight, and got a wry smile on his face. He looked at the chain looped once around my neck and locked at the back, and frowned.

“No, no. That’s not how to have a choke chain done. Lower him down and do that properly. Unlock the chain, make it into a large noose, start wrapping the firm end tightly around the base of his neck, and continue wrapping a loop just above it, yanking it tight, all the way up under his chin, forcing his chin up if necessary to get that last loop in, then pull the noose tight behind his head, and then pull it back to secure it outside the cell.”

One of the other guards who were with him obeyed his instructions. The first guard watched with an eagle eye to make sure that his instructions were carried out exactly as he had dictated them. Soon I was pulled back into the air again and secured. I had stopped choking from when I had been strung up the previous evening, but was now choking more than ever. I was barely able to get any air into my lungs. My cathetered cock was pointing up into the air.”

“Put some more weight on his cock. And drop it when you add it.”

“The other guard complied, and I felt the weight pulling my hard cock down.”

Hard balls was intrigued by this prisoner. He decided he was going to take a good look at the uniform he had been wearing after he got back to his office. He next went to the next cell and repeated his instructions to the prisoner in that cell, which was my partner. He left after that.

Back at his office, hard balls found the first prisoner’s uniform to be particularly interesting. It was the hardest covering he’d ever seen, almost as hard as a rock. And it was lined with spikes on the inside. He’d seen other prisoners with uniforms that were lined with spikes on the inside, and he knew which of the guards did these modifications, but he knew that guy had left the facility a couple of months back, probably before these young guys got here. The concave neck part was so small that it had to be skin tight, as was the rest of the uniform. And the neck part was so high in the front that it had to force the chin up into the air.

He realized that this said something about the prisoner. The prisoner was young enough for his uniform to have been given him at the Government center. They obviously considered the prisoner to be a bondage masochist who was turned on by wearing extra tight clothes. It followed that he was turned on by being in restraints as well. The fact that there were wires on his cathetered cock meant that he was being shocked as well. He expected that there were also clamps on his nipples for further punishment, since there was a bulge appearing at those two spots outside the rubber gimp suit.

This was a prison. Prisoners were to be punished, but not given punishments that they enjoyed. He had to do some thinking to devise punishments that would not appeal to such an extreme bondage masochist.

He took a look at the other prisoner’s uniform. This one was regulation size and materials, though it was also lined with internal spikes. There were also wires on his cathetered cock. He wondered whether this one was being given punishments that he was not being turned on by. He figured this was a distinct possibility. And he thought the two were partners. He decided his first decision would be to separate the two into different parts of the prison.

I heard guards come and remove my partner. I figured they would be coming for me soon, but they didn’t. Nor did they return my partner. I had no idea where he had been taken. This started worrying me. Soon I heard them bring someone back and put them into the cell next to me. I realized from the sounds that it wasn’t my partner. Then in a few minutes I heard the guards bring another prisoner down and put him in my cell. He was attached just as I had been the first time I was brought here. And with me in that rubber gimp suit pulled into the air, there was room for another person. I assumed he was one of those three strikes offenders whose life was pretty much forfeit. I wondered what his offenses were and how we would be able to get along. I now had something else to worry about.

After finishing restraining the prisoners, but before leaving, the guards playfully pushed me. I started swinging around the cell in my chain. I hit the other prisoner with one of my swings. I heard a gruff grunt in response. This guy didn’t sound very nice. My cock was starting to get hard again.

Hard balls had been standing outside watching reactions. From this he started getting an idea. He finally decided to lower down the guy in the gimp suit, leave him out of his suit and uniform, have his hands cuffed behind him and be gagged, and put him into a cell with a big, bruising guy who was in prison for beating people up and who would have his restraints removed.

When I was lowered down, I wondered what was planned next. I was let out, remained gagged, and they cuffed my hands behind my back again. I was not blindfolded, and noticed another guard standing off to the side who seemed to be in charge. He made quite an impressive figure. He told the other guards where to take me. I was pulled by that chain around my neck to another cell. This one was larger, and also already had another guy inside, also restrained as I was. I was pulled inside, and the chain around my neck was removed. After the cell door was closed and locked, they had the other prisoner come over to the front of the cell, and his cuffs and gag were removed. When I saw this and started to go over to the door to have that done to me as well, I saw the guards walk away.

I looked at my cell mate and saw him start to get a big smile on his face. “Now that was might considerate of them. They know what I like to do, and have given me someone to do it to. He started putting his right hand into a fist and rubbing it with the other.” I didn’t like the looks of this. I glanced outside at this point and saw that guard who was in charge standing off to the side, wanting to see what happened. The other guy wondered what I was looking at, looked over at him as well, and said “I wonder why hard balls put you in here with me. I wonder if they’re expecting me to hit you, and plan to do something to me if I do. This could be a set up.” He put his hands down and backed away from me. I was relieved when I saw that.

The chief guard outside saw him back away and came up to the cell. The prisoner said “why did you put him in here and remove my restraints?”

“Because we wanted him beaten, and you seemed like the most likely person to do that. If you don’t want to, we’ll take him to someone else.”

“So you aren’t trying to set me up?”

“No.”

“Well, you’re a hard man, but you’ve got a reputation for being honest. I’ll take you at your word.”

Having said that, he came over to me and punched me hard in the stomach. In quick succession he punched me in the face, the stomach again, and the face again. I was starting to bleed from a cut lip, and was doubled over. I wasn’t sure if something had busted internally. The guard said “good. I’ll leave you two here to get along.” He walked away.

The prisoner said “damn. I’m enjoying this.”

In a few minutes a couple of more guards came up and told the prisoner to get over to the bars, that they were going to be restraining him again so he could be fed. Soon he was cuffed and gagged again, and they gave him one of those shots. They told me to come up, but I wasn’t able to stand. I crawled over, and they gave me one of those shots. The other prisoner was still there, and after the guards left he kicked me hard in the mid-section. He stood there looking down at me, almost daring me to move so he could punish me again. I didn’t dare move an inch.

I remained in that spot for the rest of the day. Occasionally the other prisoner would come by and kick me again. But I didn’t get punched any more. There were no beds in that cell, and the guards came by later that day to chain us to the bars. We were on our feet standing when it was night and we were supposed to sleep. I had trouble straightening up enough for them to chain me. I couldn’t get any sleep that night.

The next day the guards released my cell mate from the bars and from his restraints, though leaving his gag in. But I was left in mine, still chained to the bars. I made too tempting a target for the guy to ignore. Soon he was over there punching me in the stomach and face again. The cuts in my lips had healed, but these punches re-opened them again. And whatever damage that had been done with the previous day’s punches was still hurting before the latest assault, and was now hurting far more.

My brothers had been anxious about what hard balls was going to do to me, and called their friend at the prison after his shift was over. “What has hard balls done to my brother?”

“He’s moved both your brother and his partner in with bruiser one and bruiser two. They’ve started pummeling them.”

My brothers, having worked at that place, knew who bruiser one and bruiser two were, two big guys who liked to beat up smaller guys. That they were now beating up on their little brother was about the worst news they could have. The two bruisers had no limits, and would not mind beating someone to death. They wouldn’t get any more severe of a sentence than they already had.

“We’d better go talk to the warden and tell them what we’ve done. I can’t let them continue beating my brother to death.”

“I hate to see you have to get punished for breaking the prison rules, but I don’t see any other way. I hope the warden is considerate, considering your years of good work here for him.”

My older brother called the warden and scheduled a meeting with him for later that day, and started driving from their parent’s home, where they’d been staying, to that prison where they used to work. When they got there, they were greeted by the warden who shook hands with them both and said “good to see you again. What’s on your mind?”

“You probably won’t think it’s good to see us again when we tell you what we’ve done. My younger brother and his partner are hard-core masochists who get off on being put into restraints. They got married, and we were trying to figure out what would be a good present for them. Having worked here, we thought this would be the best place we could think of to give them a good variety of the experiences they crave. So as a wedding present, we arranged for them to be smuggled in here for their honeymoon. We figured out a way of pulling that off, and tested it out for a couple of days as a Christmas present. When it seemed to work okay, we did it again to get them in here. Unfortunately, apparently someone saw us take them out after the couple of days at Christmas, and the letter that person wrote to you got you to clamp down on everyone here, including them. Now they’ve been taken away from our guard friends here and given to hard balls. He’s put them in with bruiser one and bruiser two, and I’m afraid that they won’t survive their honeymoon.”

As the warden was hearing this story, he started realizing what had happened. He was relieved to know that the security of his facility had not been compromised as far as having two of his hard-core criminals released into society again. He’d been worried about that. But he was also concerned to find out that it was possible to have someone smuggled in who didn’t belong here. And he was concerned that two guys who didn’t belong here were now in danger of being killed. After the story ended he had some thinking to do.

He realized the first priority was to get the two guys out of harm’s way. He had hard balls brought to him. “Remove the two prisoners that you’ve put in with bruiser one and bruiser two and have them brought to my office. And bring their uniforms, too.” Hard balls said nothing, but wondered what that was about. He noticed the two former guards there. He knew that he himself had done nothing wrong, and obeyed his instructions. While the two were being brought up to the warden’s office, the warden continued thinking about the situation. He finally asked how the two had gotten smuggled in, and was told.

The warden realized that regulations had been violated. He also realized that no harm had come from it, providing no physical damage had resulted to the two men, and that some good even resulted in that he found a potential breach in his transportation policy, one that would need to be fixed to avoid a future occurrence that wouldn’t necessarily be as harmless as this one was.

When my partner and I were brought to the warden’s office, I saw my brothers and went up to them. I was still cuffed, but I was never so glad to see them in my life. I started sobbing when I got up to them and buried my face into my older brother’s chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly to him. My mid-section hurt like hell when he did that, but I didn’t care.

The warden told my brothers “whatever hurts resulted is something you will have to deal with. If you decide to try to get the prison to pay for them, you will be cited and sent to jail for what you did. Understood?”

“Don’t worry about that, warden. We understand completely and take full responsibility.”

“And don’t even think about doing something like this again. If you think you can find a way to breach my security policies, let me know rather than testing them out to find that I have a problem that needs to be fixed. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Then get those two relatives of yours out of here where they don’t belong.” The restraints on my partner and me were removed, and we started shuffling out.

“Yes, warden. And thank you, sir.”

The warden just smiled in response. He knew that he could have had my brothers brought to trial and sentenced to jail for what they did, but he also didn’t want the publicity of having a breach in his security made public which this would cause to happen. This way, it stayed with just a few people. He thought a minute, and as my brothers were starting to leave, said “what you did to break our security in getting them in here is something that none of you are to speak of again to anyone. Is that clear?”

We all said in turn, “yes, warden”, and left his office. After getting our collars and uniforms from my brother’s friend, we were all in the car and had left the prison. My two brothers looked at each other and let out a big, long sigh. Then my older brother turned to us in the back seats and said “the next thing is to get you to a doctor to check to see if you have any possible injuries, and get those treated.”

I had some minor injuries, but nothing serious. All I needed was some time to heal. We were soon in the back seat of the car, in our uniforms, bound and gagged, with my brothers in the front seat with their military police insignia on. The warden had not asked about that part, and they decided to wear them again for the return trip to where we worked.

Back in our apartment meant back into the routine that had been established before the wedding. There was still a couple of weeks left in the leave we had been given from work for our honeymoon. My brothers decided to use it to start getting the four of us more acquainted with the local bondage community. We initially were in our uniforms, bound and gagged, when taken there. Later we were taken in our rubber gimp suits. Those caused quite a stir. My brothers took our uniforms along as well to show them off.

The next time we went we were back in our uniforms again, and we demonstrated our cock-sucking ability, as well as my ability to get into that stressful military hog-tie and stay in it for a long period of time while sucking cocks.

The local bondage club had several thousand members, and they had their own building that they leased. The four of us each became a member. They had a lot of events planned. After the first couple of visits, I was the guy in the club that others wanted to talk to the most. So I usually had my gag out when there. It felt good to finally be part of a group. When growing up, I had always been the outsider. And the way my brothers treated me didn’t exactly encourage me to socialize with others. Finally I was with a group who appreciated my talents, and wanted to learn from me. It felt good.

My brothers had been concerned about the psychological effect on me of the beatings I’d been made to suffer in that prison, and were pleased to see that I was happy at the club. They had settled back into their life of being supported by the guys that they were restraining. My partner and I provided the income for the four of us to live, and they needed to make sure that we were being satisfied in our desires, as well as satisfied with our work. We were their meal ticket.

It was a somewhat unusual arrangement, though becoming more common in this, the seventh decade of the 21st century. But then, with the emergence of bondage as something that people finally started openly showing and talking about, starting with the second decade of this century, it was only to be expected.

The End