It's weird being a fan of a website like this, you can't exactly show people or talk about it but I've been a regular viewer of the prisoner project for a long time now. Most people have TV shows they tune into every week, I go onto the site and watch the various prisoners, there's one for each day of the week, I always watch 008 on Fridays when his former colleges all use him, Sunday is 006, that's my kind of church service, which I of course donate to, giving the former priest several shocks, Monday is 002, etc. It's become how I relax after work, I love watching them locked away in their cells, chained up, naked, covered in dirt, reduced to peeing in a bucket and eating scraps of food and even if they're turned on they're locked in chastity and can't even jerk off.
As I open up the site I see a new post that catches my eye.
"New prison site now complete! One lucky viewer can win a once in a lifetime free tour of the facility and fully experience the prisoner project! Fill out the form today for the chance to win!" Excited by the idea of seeing the prison in person, I don't make enough money to visit the prisoners, I fill out the competition form. It's mostly a questionnaire about how long you have been on the site, what you're into, are you a sub or dom and other sort of questions. I quickly check my responses and click the apply button. I sit back and wonder what the new prison facility would look like. It apparently has 20 cells in it and additional rooms dedicated to specific tasks, so if you really like water bondage and torture there is a room specifically designed for that and visitors can have the prisoner brought to it, not just that but many others. I even heard rumours on the forum about a dog kennel area, I'm not sure I believe that one though. The new videos on the website are going to be so good to watch, the old prison will still be live but there's so much more that can be done in this newer one. Unlike the original facility this one is purpose built for multiple slaves, rather than the living out the fantasy of one kinky masochist.
After two weeks of checking my emails regularly I see a message that excites me. Opening it I reads
"Congregations! You've won a tour of our new facility!" Readimg on I see contact information and the date of the tour. They're even picking me up and taking me there. Grinning I send my address details to the contact given in the email and sit back excited and happy at winning the competition. I wonder how many viewers applied to the tour, it must have been a decent number.
The next few weeks go by painfully slowly as I look forward to the big day but it's finally here. Just as I finish getting ready I hear a knock on the door. Opening it I see two men in suits.
"Before we leave we need you to sign a few documents. Just standard terms and conditions, health and safety, safeguarding, confidentiality, etc." He hands me a clipboard and I eagerly sign, impatiently wanting to get started. Taking the documents the man motions with his hand to the waiting limo.
"This way sir." I close my door with a grin. They got me a limo. I've never been in a limo before. The man opens the door for me and I climb in. The man with the clipboard joins me in the back while the other man climbs into the front passanger seat. I jump slightly as I hear the car doors locking.
"Don't worry about that. It's a health and safety thing. We don't want anyone accidentally opening the doors while moving." It sounds stupid but also something that I can understand a business doing just to cover themselves incase someone does something stupid. Reassured I sit back into the comfy seat, although the fact that the windows are black and barely anything can be seen through them is a bit unnerving but I guess that's to prevent me from knowing the exact location of the prison. The drive itself was great, the limo is fully stocked with food and drinks, although I decide to stay off the alcohol just to make sure that I don't forget anything.
After about an hour the car stops and I hear the engine die. Wherever we are it's where the prison is. The car door unlocks and is opened from the outside. Stepping out I find myself inside an underground carpark.
"Hello. Welcome to the prison." A man in a uniform shakes my hand, by his side are two more men in uniforms, although there's aren't as impressive looking.
"I'm the governor of this facility. I'll be giving you the tour. Please follow me. And of course if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask." He turns and begins walking towards a security door, flanked by the two men who picked me up I follow him through into a corridor. As I do the limo drives away, leaving me feeling slightly trapped.
As we exit into a large open space, two stories high, I see several heavy metal cell doors, each with a number ending in the letter A, like 001A. With ten on each side and on two levels, this facility has more than double the number of cells as the previous prison.
"As you can see this facility is much larger than the old one. And this is just the first cell block. We plan on expanding in the future and have already begun work one blocks B and C. Not only that but we have other more specific facilities." He walks on down another corridor. I had heard rumours of these more specific facilities and curious I follow.
We enter a room with what looks like an electric chair and a metal bed without a mattress, only a wire base that if it were there it would rest on. Along the walls are various wires and boxes, cattle prods, electric wands, tasers and various other implements.
"This room is for visitors who have a particular liking for shocking the prisoners. We've supplied them with the best, even upgraded a few items as the stuff on the market can be a bit tame." I run my hand along the metal arm of the chair and imagine myself strap in it and being shocked mercilessly, my screams only encouraging my tormentor to keep going. Feeling my cock begin to stiffen I quickly snap out of my thoughts as I don't want to get a noticeable boner in front of everyone.
We move on to the next room.
"This is the gym. Once a month prisoners will be brought here and made to exercise to keep them healthy but some equipment has also been modified to allow visitors to both enjoy using the prisoners and keep fit at the same time." He leads me over to a machine where you sit down and lift weights with your legs, only there are no weights, only wrist straps.
"These can be removed for a noose or a ball harness. But the default are the wrist restraints." As if the gym wasn't torturous enough, this was taking things to a whole new level.
"Cause we also have the classic human punching bag and restrained running machine options and several other devices." I have to keep myself from losing focus as I see all the various machines, each designed to torture a prisoner with exercise, my mind constantly wanting to daydream about being in those situations or watching a prisoner at home be tormented by some athletic sadists.
As we enter the next room the sudden barking of dogs make me jump. Inside are several cages with guard dogs inside, next to them is one larger cage with several dogs in it.
"This is the kennels, mainly home for the guard dogs but they're also trained for use on prisoners if guests request it. That's what the large caged area is for." I shiver at the thought, then again if they end up here they probably deserve it.
We continue the tour, thoughts of the many new facilities constantly invading my mind as we moved through more rooms. A water torture room, a medieval torture room, with things like a rack, a hot room designed to make prisoner sweat, a freezer room, a bathroom where you can turn a prisoner into a human toilet, even a Chapel, although I'm not sure what that would be used for. By the end of seeing all the different facilities my hard cock was clearly visible as it pushes against my trousers.
We enter the staff area, the break room, kitchens and cafeteria, locker room, security office and finally the dentin area, where new prisoners will be processed. I'm led into a small room with a camera and a chair.
"Here any volunteers can record their consent to imprisonment. Why don't we record something for the viewers, just saying how much you've enjoyed your day here?" The governor gestures with his hand to the chair. Why not? It has been a great day after all. I sit down as the governor turns on the camera, a red light flicking on. I look at the camera blankly for a moment.
"Hi everyone. I've enjoyed my time here. I've seen everything and it's amazing. I can't wait for prisoners to arrive. It's a shame that it's nearly over, i wish I could stay here for longer." I smile nervously, unsure what to do or say now.
"That's great. Perfect. If you want I could show you the processing area and the cells, they aren't really any different from the original prison facility but if you want to see more and stay for a bit longer." Excited I don't even notice the red recording light still lit on the camera.
"Yes I'd love to stay longer and see the cells." The governor smiles and guides me out of the room. We enter a small area and two guards carry in the shackles that all the prisoners Wear, all connected by a long heavy chain linking the neck, wrists and ankles. I touch the cold metal and hear the chains rattle, my cock twitching at the sound and touch.
"As you probably know these shackles lock permanently. Once on they never come off, ever." An officer walks in and whispers in the governor's ear. He looks back at me and smiles, although it's one of those smiles that is hiding something.
"Please excuse me, an issue has just come up that I need to deal with. I'll be back momentarily." He quickly walks out, the officer who sent him the message stands in the doorway as if blocking any exit. I wonder what the situation is that called him away, it must have been important.
After a few minutes he walks back in.
"Sorry for that. We just got instructions on our first prisoner." At those words several guards walk quickly past him and grab my arms and legs, as more guards begin to remove and cut away my clothing. I struggle as I hear my clothes rip and the cold air touch my exposed skin, my attempts to get away failing as the many tight gripping hands hold me still.
"What are you doing!? You can't do this to me!" The governor smiles cruelly as the shackles are moved closer to my terrified body. As the cold metal closes firmly around my neck, wrists and ankles, my cock stiffens rock hard at the sound of the clicking locks, the permanent locks. I feel hands hold my balls as they're pulled through a cold ring and a steel cage is locked over my cock, crushing it painfully into my body as it strains and tries to be hard.
The governor walks up to me as my heart and mind races in fear, shock and confusion.
"Can't? We can, you agreed to this." The suited man who met me at my front door walks up and holds out the papers I'd signed earlier.
"One of these is an agreement to become a prisoner. You should really read the terms and conditions. Although that is one of the reasons we picked you. The contest was a trap. The questions were designed to find someone who would be a perfect fit here and you passed that test with full marks. This is where you belong." I struggle against my chains.
"But I never agreed to this and I won't." The governor struggles to hold back a chuckle. He pulls out his phone.
"Oh but you already have. It's amazing what you can do with technology today." He turns his phone so that the screen is facing me, on it I see a video of myself.
"I've enjoyed my time here. I'd love to stay longer and I can't wait to see my cell." No this can't be? They tricked me.
"With both this recording and your signed agreement everyone will think that you willingly became our prisoner. And we know that no one is going to notice that you're missing. Now let me show you the cells." He roughly pulls on the chain attached to my collar and drags me down the corridor like a dog as I struggle helplessly as we enter the cell block. A door marked 001A is opened and I'm dragged inside and my chain is locked to the far wall.
"Please. I don't want to be here!" I feel a sudden pain in my stomach silencing me as I'm stabbed by a taser.
"Shut up prisoner 001A!" I feel a ring gag roughly jam itself into my mouth and behind my teeth and strapped tightly around my head. The governor walks away and steps outside of my cell. He turns with a smile.
"Enjoy your stay." At this the heavy door is slammed shut and the bolts lock sealing me into my new home.
Epilogue:
I smile as I walk away from the cell of my first prisoner, his muffled screams and the rattling of his chains as he pathetically struggles for freedom only makes me aroused. I'll have to visit him later, give him a proper welcome. But first I need to prepare for the next compation winner, another three idiots to imprison. Considering what losers they are and that they can easily disappear as far as I'm considered I'm doing them and society a favour by locking them away. I hope the next three are just as fun as this one was.