I watch the helpless and anonymous man, trapped forever inside a sealed metal box, as he screams into his gag as several shocks ripple through his body, his limbs pointlessly and instinctively pulling against his firm restraints as he is mercilessly tortured, each moment of pain only one in what will be decades of endless torture, one alone and isolated from any human contact. He is one of many prisoners on the now very well known secret website, one that most people have hard rumours about, some even fear it, others crave it, I have to admit I slightly full into the latter, especially lately. Before I'd enjoy watching the prisoners chained up in their cells, still slightly free to move in their shackles, regularly visited and fucked or tortured and left in their filthy cell to await the next visitor, but recently the latest prisoner is different, he is completely sealed and locked away, not just in his cell but inside a metal torture box, one that cuts him off from the world even more than the other prisoners, at least they get some human contact, he will have none forever the rest of his life sentence. Unlike other prisoners he doesn't have a visit button but also has sevwral additional small payment torture options along with the standard shock that all prisoners have, you can also pay to force him to consume his waste, give him a tease session that cuts off before he can reach orgasm, change the temperature to either very hot or freezing cold for an hour or spray his body with itching powder. His face is also covered, only his teary, suffering eyes can be seen, eyes that are unmistakable, he is supposed to be anonymous but everyone seems to know the truth, it isn't really difficult to piece together, a famous person who just got away with a crime goes missing on the same day as this new faceless prisoner appears. I was always a fan of his and his new lonely existence for some reason intrigues and fascinates me, I keep picturing myself in his position, I can't seem to help wondering what it's like as I watch him struggle, unable to move, to speak, to hear, to see anyone ever again, just an endless life of bondage, torment and pain.

As the weeks go on my fixation with the former celebrity grows, every day I watch him suffer and while I'm away from the screen I can't help but picture myself in his place. I've even started to wonder whether he'd like company, obviously not inside his prison but maybe another similarly sealed away prisoner in the same room, maybe both prisoners are able to see each others box, each knowing that they're so close to each other, yet also so far, never seeing, hearing or touching the person who is only right next to them. As time passes my fantasies begin to change from picturing myself in his position to sharing his cell and being sealed away forever next to him, keeping him company as we suffer together. It wouldn't necessarily be impossible either, several inmates on the website are voluntary. But that's just crazy, the idea is insane, although I can't seem to get rid of it.

A month has passed since I first thought about being imprisoned next to the former celebrity, kept in isolation alongside him, I've tried to move passed it but it just won't fade from my mind, if anything it's only grown, it's almost impossible not to think about it. Now I find myself with an email ready to send, my mouse hovering over the send button, one explaining my fantasies and inquiring whether such a thing were possible. Along with the query are potential rules if it were, such as syncing up our punishments, so if one person is shocked so is the other, forcing us to share each others suffering on every level, and that the tops of our containers are visible but neither of us can see each other, only know that we exist just out of view.

My mind races, part of my brain is desperately trying to tell me how ridiculous I'm being but it's drowned out by the rest of my mind, the part that has become obsessed with this fantasy, in a moment of madness I click send, sitting in my chair a watch my poor suffering celebrity, as I wait a response, soon I might even be his cellmate, the idea making my cock grow hard.

I feel cold air against my naked body, the hard floor almost freezing my feet, and my cock strains in its new prison, as I'm walked to my cell, partly from being seen naked bybso many people and partly from anticipation of what is to come, firm hands gripping my arms, preventing me from escaping my fate. My mind races as the heavy metal door opens, it's unused hinges squeaking as the dark void beyond grows. I freeze slightly, the rational part of my mind seeming to only now finally be regaining some level of control as I'm pulled into the shadows of my cell.

I'm brought up to the metal box containing my cellmate and look down at his thin, pale body and his suffering eyes, as I do he looks at me, at first confused, maybe wondering if I am real. The warden pushes a button turning on the speakers inside.

"This is a fan of yours. He's volunteered to keep you company. Say hello to your new cellmate." I watch as his eyes go wide and he looks at me horrified, his body moves frantically as if he was pleading with me not to. I was hoping that I would be doing something nice for him but instead all I've done is cause him distress.

"Calm down!" I watch as his body flails and twitches, as he is given several shocks to make him docile.

"He seems to have gotten to much stimulation, we best proceed." As I'm brought to my new home I start to panic, all to late my mind has realised the true horror of it all, this was something that should have remained a fantasy. I don't want this, not really, I must get free, I must tell them to let... I feel a sting in my neck and the world starts to spin as my knees buckle, my heart rate slows and my mind drifts from panic into a numb fear, before everything fades into darkness.

I wake with a start, my jolting body held down by the metal bands locked tightly around my body. I struggle to move, as I fail it only increases to desire to do so, the cycle quickly causing me to panic and scream into my gag, one that chokes me slightly as the feeding tube pushes down into my throat. Several painful shocks ripple through my body as I'm forced to calm down, as I do I feel a new pain in my crotch as my cock is crushed against the chastity cage locked around it, while thw urethra tube uncomfortably remains firmly inside despite my hardening cocks attempts to crush it. As I settle I also begin to notice the large plug deep inside my ass, stretching and filling me, it's presence difficult to ignore, especially as the boredom quickly sets in.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see the top of my cellmates prison, although close I can't see him, the knowledge is far from comforing though, as I lay there it becomes more and more frustrating.

Epilogue

I moan into my gag in frustration as the plug in my ass vibrates, making my cock strain desperately in its cage. I have no idea how long I've been trapped in the hell that I volunteered for but as much as I regret it I've been here long enough to accept my fate and I've long stopped fighting against my restraints that pin me down, ones that have never opened or even budged simce I was locked in here and that won't ever open again.

My body begins to feel cold as the temperature drops, causing me to moan in dread in response, someone has paid to turn my prison into a freezer for an hour. It doesn't take long for me to begin to shiver, my body moving as much as it can, which isn't much at all, in an attempt to get warm and my teeth chatter into my gag, as I'm forced to endure my torture.

As I do I feel a familiar painful shock ripple through my body, causing my already uncontrollably shaking body to spasm, my limbs pushing against the metal bands holding them in place. As I try to regain some level of control over my tormented body, I feel the first drops of warm liquid as my waste is pumped directly into my mouth, the foul taste filling my senses as I'm forced to swallow it down, the warmth somewhat pleasant in the current situation.

I look out of the corner of my eye as I continue to suffer, seeing the top of my cellmates identical prison, part of me wonders how he is doing, another part of me still remembers his pained reaction to learning about his voluntary cellmate, I wonder if he still feels the same way? Another part of me just craves to see and touch the man who is only inches away from me, the only person that will ever be in this room with me ever again. I sometimes wonder if he likes having my company, if he thinks about me, if it makes it any better or if I unintentionally added additional torment to his eternal torture, I hope that he has grown to enjoy my company, although I'll never know for sure.

Do I regret my decision? In some ways yes, I miss my life of freedom, of being able to watch my cellmate, of being able to see, touch and speak to others, to get a full nights sleep, to feel the sun, to have an orgasm, but as my cock continues to strain in its cage and I look over at my cellmate, part of me feels strangely like I'm exactly where I belong. Maybe it's my mind trying to cope with what I have done to myself but no, I don't regret anything, this is where I'm supposed to be.