The field was overgrown and empty, well that's what most people would think if they went past it or even walk through it but that wasn't entirely the case. In the middle of the field was a set of doors in the floor, those lead to a set of stairs that go deep underground to a secret and private prison.
I've been researching this for a while now, at first it was some boring assignment about some guy who had won the lottery and then just disappeared, I assumed that he'd just moved to some private island or something but as I started digging I found things that I knew would lead to a great story, maybe even an award for uncovering such a crazy tale. It took a while but I got hold of his banking information and it turned out that he was still registered as living in the country and was making regular payments to several employees and also paying for a website, this intrigued me and I just had to know what was going on. What I found next was big but definitely not what I was expecting, I tracked down the website, I assumed that he'd just gone into some sort of illegal business like drug dealing or trafficking but when I opened the webpage what I found disturbed me. He'd built his own secret underground prison and then made himself a prisoner there, not only that but he was to be mistreated and used by paying visitors, what crazy masochist does that to themselves. Turns out there are more like him as soon after I found the site another prisoner supposedly entered the prison willingly, both even had videos recorded with them saying that this is fully their decision and pictures of signed contracts, the fact that one person would do this to themselves is crazy enough but two almost broke me, I had to know why they would do such a thing. So I became a regular viewer and even signed up to the website to get notifications of various events, I probably should have gone to the police with this but I needed to know the full story, I couldn't let it go.
So here I am, it took a while and several not so legal methods and even a source from within to track down the location of the prison but here it is. I've been watching it for a while now, learning the security and figuring out how to best gain access, outside there was no real security, a few cameras hidden around but as the prison itself was hidden there really isn't any need for more and it would draw attention, inside however was another matter entirely, thankfully most security is to prevent people from getting out, getting in wasn't to bad. I'd discovered an emergency fire escape that unlike the entrance only required a key, after a while investigating stories you learn a thing or two about lock picking, so that wouldn't be two difficult, the downside is that it comes out in the security room where someone will be watching the cameras, however now I know the shift patterns I should be able to time it to get in.
6pm time to go, I run across the field to the emergency access and quickly pick the lock, that part was easy, then now I have to climb down the ladder, I decide to slide down rather than climb due to time and reach the bottom somewhat loudly but thankfully I'd gotten my timings right and the guard was out of the room. I quickly hurry out and hide round a corner as the evening guard walks into the room, once gone I quickly move to the cells, sliding the viewing hatch open I see the man who is now prisoner 001, the one who started this. I quickly pick the lock and head inside the filthy cell, I'm immediately hit by the smell of the waste bucket and the smell of piss, sweat and cum fills the air, the prisoner barely responds to my presence, only looking at me with a strange mix of fear, anticipation, lust and what looks like happiness to have any company. I walk up to them, a new smell reaches my nose as the prisoner hasn't been washed in a long time, their body is covered in dirt, although the large tattoo reading 001 can still be seen on their chest and I'm sure the brand on his ass can also been seen, both administered two both prisoners after the second one was imprisoned, they also seem to have not eaten much in a while as he is thin enough to see his ribs and his shackles look loose but there are no signs that he has tried to remove them. The only thing that seems to have gained any size is his blue balls, well ball, a fairly brutal visitor had ruptured the other one in a long ball busting session, it is one of many films purchasable from the website, the website started cutting specific clips from the live feed and selling them as porn vids. I look into his eyes, he looks back completely empty, I came here needing answers but I'm not even sure that he remembers a life before this, maybe the other prisoner isn't so far gone. I get up and walk away, only looking back at the broken prisoner as I close and relock the door, it felt weird closing it on him but I don't think he'd handle the outside world if I rescued him.
I quickly move to the next cell and let myself in, this prisoner was just as fascinating as the other one he saw what they went through and signed up to be treated exactly the same, looking at him now though I'm not sure that he likes his decision. His eyes were that of fear, he didn't have the lust of the other prisoner, mainly because he no longer has his balls, I'd seen it in another purchasable film, one of the visitors had banded his balls and left him chained up unable to do anything and the guards didn't notice for over a day and he was left restrained and struggling as his balls slowly went cold and died. I undo his gag and move back, it takes a few moments for him to realise that he isn't gagged anymore and he begins to slowly close his stiff jaw although he didn't speak, maybe he'd forgotten or he remembers the punishment for speaking to much.
"It's ok, I'm not going to do anything to you. I'm a journalist and I'm just interested in your story." He just looks at me blankly almost confused by the statement.
"I just want to know why you're here? You're bio on the website says that you volunteered to be imprisoned here?" He continues to give me a confused blank stare, thinking about it no one has probably talked to him for his entire stay, well not in the sense of a conversation, he's been called many names and insults, then I realise something
"You have permission to speak." He struggled for a moment and then in a struggling voice responds
"Yes... yes I did... I think." The prisoner looked confused as if he was trying to remember something
"Do you remember before you were imprisoned here?" His face still looks confused and he looks around.
"I think so... yes. I used to be free and then I came here." He no longer looked as he did when I entered, he seemed more aware of his situation and past.
"Why did you come here?"
"I enjoyed the website and wanted to be the man in the video, I contacted them and then I was imprisoned here." He started to look at his restraints and begin to pull on them.
"Do you still want to be here?" His face strangely looked conflicted, I would have thought that it would be a simple question to answer but he doesn't seem to know.
"Is that an option?" I'd never thought that would be his response, had he lost any hope of release, did he enter here knowing that he'd never leave? I wanted to ask him more but I suddenly hear the loud noise of the cell door opening, I'd been caught. My heart raced as four guards came in, two grab my arms as another places a pair of handcuffs behind my back. As I'm dragged away I look back and see the remaining guard raise the ring gag to the frightened prisoner
"Please, no, not the gag, I'll be good I prom..." the rest of his words were muffled cries as he tried to move his head away as his gag was secured back in place. I have a sickening feeling that I may have made things worse for him and that he'd have been better off not remembering so much about his past freedom.
I'm forced down the corridor and brought into a small integration room and roughly pushed down onto a small metal chair and left alone. I pull on my handcuffs and look around the room, I need to find a way out, I just need to reach my lock picks in my front trouser pocket. I reach round, it's tight but I can get a couple of fingers in, just got to get deeper into the pocket, I feel the end of the pick, that's all I need for cuffs as it's just a simple leaver mechanism. It takes a while to get a decent grip but I finally have it, I carefully pull it out not wanting to drop it with my hands shaking as much as they are, I slowly feel around for the lock with the pick and find the key hold, just as I start to slid it in I'm startled by a sudden noise as the door opens and the pick slips from my fingers and clatters on the hard floor. The person who walked in was an older man in a uniform, he looks down at my lock pick and has an amused smile on his face, he calmly bends down and picks it up and pockets it, then he moves behinds me and grabs my wrists.
"You really think that you can escape here so easily?" At this he closes the cuffs around my wrists even tighter causing me to wince in pain. He walks round to the other side of the table and casually sits down knowing that he has full control of the situation.
"I'm the warden of this prison, you are a journalist, we've known about your little investigation for some time, so what would you like to know?" I'm confused, I was expecting worse, instead they seem happy to tell me what I want to know.
"Did prisoner 001 really create this prison and have themselves imprisoned?"
"Yes he did, although he originally intended to live a more comfortable life in here and be waited upon with regular meals, daily washes and bucket emptying, the ability to masturbate, etc but he also wanted the full experience of being a prisoner and those two things don't go together so I took a more liberal interpretation to his instructions. As for prisoner 002, he's a special case, he saw how 001 was treated and actually wanted it to happen to him, whether he still wants it or not is irrelevant, he signed the contract with full knowledge of what it meant and once imprisoned prisoners get no say in the matter. We had a few others make similar inquiries but they either failed background checks or came to their senses and chickened out." So it was all true they had both wanted this
"But why would they want this?" The warden shrugs
"I have no idea and I don't really care, they're probably get some weird twisted pleasure out of it, I have to admit that I get some out of running this prison." The warden leans forward, their relaxed face becoming more serious.
"I've answered your questions, now it's my turn to ask a question, what do we do with you?" I knew that they wouldn't just answer my questions.
"I'm a journalist, I have rights, you can't just keep me here and if you do anything to me my boss and co-workers will find out." The warden leans back in his chair smiling.
"Is that it? You're a trespasser who broke into this facility and tried to free a prisoner. I'm afraid you will be staying here as punishment, this is a prison after all and you have broken the law." The moment he finished speaking the door opens and several guards walk in, two grabbing my arms and pulling me to my feet.
"No, you can't do this to me."
"Someone shut this snitch up." At that I see a guard approach me with a large ring gag.
"No, don't you dare put that thing in my mou..." I struggle and scream into my gag as they empty my pockets and begin to remove my clothing, all I get in return is a shock from a taser. Now naked I'm dragged out of the room and down the corridor to another room, I'm uncuffed and held in place by two guards as the rest of them place cold metal shackles around my wrists, ankles and neck. I continue to struggle as I'm led to my cell to live out my sentence and I pull on my restraints as the cell door is closed on me.
Epilogue:
I awake cold and hungry to the sound of my cell door opening, I don't know how long I've been here but it must have been at least a week, I knew I'd eventually get visitors, I already know that I'm being livestreamed just like the other prisoners as I've been shocked numerous times. My heart beating I look up and I'm surprised to see my boss, was he here to save me?
"Hello prisoner 003, you might be wondering why I'm here? The prison told me about what you did and we both agreed that you should serve time for your crimes. Don't worry though, you still have a job with us, we get a cut of the money whenever you get a visitor and the prison gave us a nice donation. Speaking of visitors, it's time for you to earn your keep." At this he drops his trousers and his hard cock moves towards my gagged open mouth as I struggle against my chains.