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Yet each day, my fighting against my bonds seems to strengthen my muscles. The protein mixture is keeping me healthy so that I can take the full measure of their punishments. Not a waking moment goes by without my wanting to ejaculate and rid myself of the continuously growing horniness. I had decided that they would never allow my bowels to move again as the electrode equipped plug up my ass stayed in place and delivered what seemed like randomly timed sessions where I was painfully milked and stripped of my male honey without receiving the slightest pleasure from the act.

Today there has been a big change in the plug inside me. I hear a pumping sound and feel something like a balloon inside my rosebud being expanded to a huge size. A moment later there was a second balloon being expanded just outside my asshole. I guess this is what, indeed, their punishment is designed to do. Soon my belly was full with the protein mixture and it was so tight at the wide steel belt that I cried out in my gag for them to stop. If they heard me they did not stop.

I was fuller than I had ever been, and my bladder was loaded and I needed to recycle another load of my piss. It was about an hour before I understood what the guards were talking about.

As I awoke from a nap I suddenly became aware of a new feeling in my gut. It was just below my waist, and it started with a feeling of fullness. I tried to reposition my body to ease the increasingly painful sensation that was growing in my abdomen. There were sudden cramps as I realized they were giving me an enema. I had of course used a shower enema before and maybe a quart of water when I was sick at home as a kid. The thought of a gallon enema was really frightening, but I am sure that they now have pumped that much up through my sealed ass plug.

I heard the pump shut off, signaling, I assume, that the gallon had finally all been pumped into my ass.

I could not see how fat my abdomen was with the saline water, but it felt like every possible inch of stretch in my body had been taken by this new punishment. As I waited for the water to ultimately be released, I realized that the bulk of my body that was not covered by the belt restraint must have been puffed full of water.

I was almost continuously recycling my piss.

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I could hardly get the large volume down my throat before my bladder was full and screaming for another release of piss to my mouth. I kept expecting the enema to be released as I had held it for what seemed like hours.

I finally heard the guards returning for another feeding. I was having difficulty breathing, as my stomach was so full it was pressing against my lungs. As the guards walked away from my feeding, I could hear them talking softly between themselves.

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While I could not make out what they were saying, I could certainly tell that each guard was making the other laugh loudly with each secret conversation. I knew they were talking about me, and it could not be good fortune that was coming my way. I had to wait several hours before I knew what they were talking about.

I heard no one come to my cell door, but suddenly there was a flow of water coming down my feeder tube and my hardly emptied stomach from the previous meal was being filled again. At first there was no explanation of what was happening but I started to have that frightening feeling that I was in an increasingly degrading punishment for the rest of my life. Suddenly I realized that my enema-filled ass was being drained, and that gave me hope.

That hope, however, was misdirected.

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Suddenly I realized the enema must be the source of my new stomach filling. Everything was being recycled. My piss and my food waste were both being recycled down my throat, where I could again process them! My protein mixture was feeding my muscles as they fought to free myself from the heavy chains and manacles that held me almost motionless in my pit. I was getting stronger and that dissipated the protein into my muscle tissue.

As soon as I felt my stomach was empty, the enema pump came on to again fill my ass and prepare the waste for recycling. My only hope was that they would free me at the end of my thirty days. Apparently the firm is another casualty of the recession. I tried to yell that I wanted out, but it just came out as a mumbled garble of indistinguishable sounds. Red welcomes comments and requests for other specific types of stories. Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Now I stop to examine the suit closer. Beginning at the feet boots are attached to the suit, however they are also attached to each other with a built in heavy rubber cord that limits their movement to being no more than a foot apart. Working my way up the suit the cod piece is next. Totally metal but lined with rubber it appears to have a pouch and receptacle for my gentiles built in as well as a short butt plug.

At the same time two hoses run from the front of the timer box to the attached gas mask. An air tight zipper runs from the top of the hood down to the locking mechanism at the back of the belt. I can wait no longer and slip my feet into the legs. The cool, smooth latex caresses my legs as they slip effortlessly into the boots. I pull the suit up to my waist then, with some difficulty, manage to get my rapidly stiffening member into its receptacle as well as my balls into their individual receptacles. As I do rubber bands seem to tighten holding them in place.

With some struggle I manage to also get the short but thick butt plug into place. Next I slide my hands down the sleeves into the attached gloves. The fingers are joined together with a sort of webbing which makes manipulating things difficult but not impossible. At the same time rubber straps go around the wrists which are joined together over post on the inner wrist, holding them tightly in place.

Next I pull the hood over my head and, much to my surprise, I am greeted by a large rubber gag which tries to force its way into my mouth.

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With some difficulty I manage to seat it properly then tighten the mask straps locking it in place. The gag pushes almost to the back of my throat as rubber scented air assails my senses. I stop to enjoy it for a moment then continue my work. Grasping the top of the hood with one hand I fumble for the lanyard which dangles down my back from the zipper. Tugging hard on it I slowly close the zipper.

As it hits bottom I hear its locking mechanism click into place. No going back now. Only one more thing remains to be done to activate the timer. Carefully looking down I place the posts on the wrist bands into holes on the sides of the timer box. With a click my hands are locked into place. I look at the box in horror as the display flickers then changes from This cant be happening. With another click the other features whirrr into action.

Suction grasps my already engorged member and begins to massage it. Just as I begin to relax the plug starts to force its way into me. Further and further it goes. I struggle to relax as this monster invades me. Just as abruptly it slowly begins to withdraw. Over the next 15 min it gradually increases in speed till it is mercilessly pounding my ass.

At the same time the suction is becoming unbearable. To top it off small shocks are being sent through my balls. Just when I think I can take no more my air is cut off. Frantically I struggle but to no avail. I cant get my hands anywhere near the mask, or anything else for that matter. Just as my vision is going grey I let loose with a monstrous orgasm that wracks my entire body. Just as suddenly as it began everything stops and I can breath again. I lay there heaving great gasps. Slowly my senses recover. Finally I look down.

With horror I realize that the timer reads What am I to do??????? Does anyone want to write a chapter 2 for it????

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In fear realizing i had not locked the dooor i heard the doorknob turn as the door opened. SO i see the suit fits you the mailman said. Not being gay this scared the hell out of me. A mask was then placed over my face as horrendous fumes went up my nose i was thrown into a deep sleep. When i awoke i had been moved into a truck and chained to the walls in back.

I kept struggling in hope that something come lose. I kept wriggling and wriggling. The butt plug within my rectum only adds to the enjoyment, but I just wanted it to stop. It was sore, but still enjoyable. My private rubbed against the suit, it slowly hardens back up.

My heart pounds to the point I thought I may have a heart attack. As I continued, I used every bit of strength to wriggle, and just as I feel my arms were freeing up from the posts, it tightens a bit harder. I was at this point panicking, and when I peeked at the timer it reads The suction is still on my junk, and I gave an orgasm by accident. I peeked again at the timer, and now it reads The suction grasped my already limp penis and massages it, all I could do is watch the timer and count when will the butt plug start pushing back into my rectum.

Soon, it goes in, slowly, but soon starts pounding my ass once again. I can feel it, sucking me harder and harder. It is even more unbearable. At this point, I gave up completely. I counted when will my air cut off again, and I kept breathing heavily, until it does. I had held my breath, but it only made me want to thrash around more. This orgasm was big, not as good though. All my muscles relaxed and I slept, I was tired. Before I know it, I felt the massage once again. I was too tired and I let it happen. Soon the rest followed suit.