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How long had it been?

Gates was once a sadistic drill sergeant, one that employed strange and unconventional methods to train his soldiers. He set a code of conduct for his soldiers with sky high expectations that were impossible to meet. He would crack down on the slightest infraction, and publicly humiliate any soldier that he decided was slipping behind the others. If you were the last soldier to be fully dressed, you could expect to be Gates’ personal footstool for the evening, tasked with cleaning the spaces between Gates’ toes with your tongue. If he was in a particularly sour mood, you could have the honor of having your face be a cushion for his bare, unbelievably thick ass. On special occasions, Gates would stuff his privates’ mouths with a double-ended cock gag, and ride them until he’d shoot cum all over his office (to be cleaned by more privates, of course). There were many rules to unintentionally break, and even more punishments dealt in turn. Gates knew he had made a lot of enemies out of his training camp, but nothing had ever come out of it. The results spoke for themselves, and the treatment of his soldiers was written off as rumors. Gates was untouchable.

Things were different now.

Gates had never prepared a contingency plan for mass mutiny. Perhaps it was a mistake to teach soldiers that hated you how to sneak up, restrain, and capture enemy combatants with Gordian-strength knots. If anything, he subconsciously took some solace in knowing that he had taught his privates well when he found himself stripped naked, tightly bound and gagged in the trunk of a car. Gates once routinely bellowed cigar smoke and insults in the faces of his privates with his big mouth, but that big mouth of his had been silenced, now with dozens of balled up socks, and rolls of duct tape wrapped tightly around his head. Deprived of all other senses, Gates heard two voices outside.

“There’s a lot of special requests here for the big guy,” a new voice said. “Possibly the most we’ve ever gotten.”

“There’s more to come,” the familiar voice said. Gates recognized it as one of his privates. Gates screamed into his gag, but only a garbled mess came out. “LMMF GHH NHH MMMFFTHRFKKR!”

His muffled screams were met with laughter. “He’s a loud one, isn’t he? Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of him.” The unknown assailant was completely unfazed by Gates screams, a first for the drill sergeant. This briefly stunned Gates, until the rage washed over him again. No one could stand up to him like this. His voice would be heard.

“MMPHGRMMPH HHLL BRKK MYOO NN HLF MMTRRFKKR, HHLL KRLLM MYOO- mMMPH! nhhhHUUHHhhhNNPH!!!”

His vaguely understandable threats were suddenly cut short by a vibrating buttplug buried in his ass turning on. Gates was no stranger to anal play, but the plug felt like a jackhammer as it beat his prostate into submission. The stimulation immediately got him hard, but his impressive horsecock was met with the cool metal sides of a chastity cage. With the press of a button, the previously feared Sergeant was reduced to a howling, writhing mess that rocked the car back and forth. It was just a taste of what was to come. The last thing he heard his private say would haunt his time spent in that cursed facility.

“Keep him gagged at all times.”

The private was not kidding. Gates was to be gagged at all times, day and night. Any time Gates tried to breathe, the massive ballgag lodged in his mouth would inflate, both when he inhaled and exhaled. Short breaths kept it tolerable, but panicked and rushed breaths would steadily increase the ball’s size, aching Gates’ jaw. Pained screams and grunts were a guaranteed way to inflate the ball even faster; Gates had found out the hard way when it was first shoved into his mouth. The first night he arrived, Gates’ captors ripped off the duct tape from his chiseled jaw with little care for his muffled protests. They left most of the socks in his mouth, leaving his cheeks puffed up, and shoved the ballgag in like a cork in a bottle. Gates never got a word in with his captors, but tried to scream at them anyway.

“GRRRMMMMPHH!!”

The ballgag swelled up sweetly, dropping his jaw to his chest. His jaw was on fire, and further pained screams made the ball continuously grow until it found a final resting size. With a few muffled screams, Gate’s ballgag had gone from being the size of an apple to a watermelon. His cheeks bulged, every crevice and open space in his mouth filled.

Since then, the ballgag was a permanent fixture of Gates’ mouth, practically half the size of his head. The aching pains in his jaw subsided as his body adapted to the gag. It had been for the past 7 weeks… or was it months? Gates couldn’t remember. The handprints and paddle marks from being spanked along with the stinging welts from being whipped across his juicy posterior were once tally marks for tracking the passing days, but now there were far too many to count.

God, how long had it been?

The facility that now housed Gates looked like a repurposed asylum. Whoever refurbished it had spared no expense - Gates couldn’t believe how many inmates he saw each day, and at least twice as many orderlies assigned to watch them all. The inmate dress code was a strictly enforced one, one that obscured the inmates’ features with open mouth gimp hoods, wearing only body harnesses and heavy collars. The only times their genitals were covered was whenever an inmate was punished with a chastity cage. As a preventative measure, all inmates were muzzled at virtually all times. Some gags were more forgiving than others, but there was no mercy for Gates.

The ballgag that tormented Gates was noticeably larger than the other inmates, and the only times the gag came off was when it was time to suck off one of the many orderlies. Gates had developed a reputation for giving outstanding head, as his mouth now hung agape without the ballgag, never having enough time to recover the ability to fully close. His thick lips retained their dexterity, and would wrap tightly around the heads of the cocks he routinely sucked. Their girth was tolerable, but besides the indignation of routinely blowing his captors, it was a much needed break from the ballgag. Gates would try to make it last as long as possible, but the orderlies would cum quickly and without warning, and the ballgag would always return to his mouth before he had a chance to spit anything out. Not like they’d ever let him, of course.

Any hesitation or perceived insubordination was met with immediate sexual torture. The orderlies would immediately grab any inmate that fell out of line; the facility was designed to have dedicated stations for publicly making examples out of the inmates, lined with all of the staples of a bondage dungeon with a subtle modern design. Gates was a regular guest at these stations, where his nipples would be adorned with weighted clamps, he’d get one spanking for each broken rule, a full candle’s worth wax dripped onto his constantly sore buttocks and genitals, and his cock and balls would be caged for the rest of the day. However, Gates had been a model inmate today, and followed all of the rules. The orderlies were impressed by his performance - a reward was in order.

Gates had a long day in the facility. His massive frame that once towered over his privates was now covered in welts from a day of servicing guests. Gates still had nipple clamps on, and a considerably large buttplug filling his ass from the play session. Visitors could rent out whatever inmate they wanted for supervised play sessions, and Gates’ unique size and physique made him an extremely popular attraction. A part of Gates’ daily routine was maintaining his large muscles with strenuous exercise - today, that had been incorporated into Gates hauing the guests cart around the facility’s in pony gear. The client that Gates had serviced today spent a considerable amount of time edging Gates, but didn’t let him cum. God, how badly he wanted to cum.

Gates had discovered that the massive ballgag caused an unfortunate physiological reaction - a massive erection. The dress code in the facility made it impossible to hide Gates’ member, which constantly jostled around at full mast. His cock’s sensitivity was at an all time high after being constantly edged by the orderlies and guests. He had developed a fetish for the ballgag, and on nights where his cock wasn’t locked away in a chastity cage, he would grumble into his gag to maintain its robust size and shape. Tonight was such a night.

The guests had left, leaving Gates strapped down to his dungeon cell’s bed. His routine complete for the day, Gates had a brief window of time to himself. He grumbled into his massive gag, thrusting and bouncing his cock against his abs. If he could bend just a little bit more, he could finish between his surprisingly soft pecs, but he was just out of reach. Just like everything else in this fucking place, always out of reach. His exhaustion got the better of him, and Gates gradually sunk into his bed, too tired to continue. His bed was, surprisingly, more comfortable than his cot at the barracks. There were occasional moments at night where his body would adjust to the restraints holding him down, and he felt like he could rest. However, it never lasted long. Gates had a tendency to have frequent involuntary muscle twitches in his bulging arms and legs whenever he started to doze off. Right as Gates’ eyes started to glaze over, his leg unexpectedly kicked out.

The hypnic jerk set off a cascade of painful reminders of Gates’ new life. The sudden movement shifted the massive, over-inflated buttplug buried in his ass. The weighted clamps that chomped on his plump nipples jostled, swinging and bouncing on his juicy pecs. “hmMMPHh!” Gates bellowed into his ballgag as it swelled up in size, spreading his jaw. Gates exhaled heavily through his nose, trying his best to not swell up his gag size further, when the palm of an orderly gripped down on his snout, redirecting his breath to the ballgag. Gates hadn’t noticed the orderly enter his cell.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the orderly remarked, smirking. “But it’s time to get you ready for bed.”

With one hand firmly blocking Gates’ nostrils, the orderly removed the clamps, and rubbed Gates’ swollen, plump nipples. Instead of removing the buttplug, they gave it two more pumps of air. Every act of kindness came with an act of cruelty here.

“oooooOOOoommmphhh… hHHMMPhhhhhgghh…,” Gates moaned into the ever-inflating gag. His plump lips pursed up as the gag stretched his jaw once more, his cock twitching & leaking pre.

“You’re due for a ‘reward’ today for exemplary behavior, but there’s a lot of... restrictions. The group that admitted you to our services wanted to make it as difficult as possible for you to cum,” the orderly stated matter-of-factly. The orderly released their grip from Gates’ nostrils, allowing air to rush in. Locking eyes, the orderly carrassed Gates’ stuffed cheeks, running their thumb across his juicy lips.

“...rules that we intend to fully hold up. Perhaps we should schedule a visit with your owners, you’ve made a lot of progress since they brought you here. Maybe they’ll reconsider some of the special rules they’ve placed on you. Until then, we have a reputation to maintain, so let’s make a game out of it.”

Oh god, not another game. The orderlies liked to have fun with the inmates, and the games they played were a defining experience of the facility. One popular game for well behaved inmates was wrestling, where each inmate had a chance to top their opponent with bondage gear, and fuck them into submssion. Gates wasn’t allowed to participate in this as he physically towered over his fellow inmates. He had, however, recently participated in a “gimp race” in modified electric toy cars, driving through the halls of the facility. All the racers were strapped down and rode dildos that were affixed to their seats. Gates felt every bump.

Rewards could be their own form of punishment.

The orderly pulled out a hitachi wand, one of the many devices that was used to edge Gates. It was the closest thing Gates had to a friend in the facility. Gates pleaded through his gag, his cock twitching with excitement. He rocked back and forth, thrusting the air. Once a prideful sergeant, being debased to the point of begging for a chance to cum like this was a low for Gates’ dignity, but his pride and ego were bruised beyond repair. Opportunities like this rarely presented themselves.

“PLEEPH LMMPHFF CMMPHNFF PLMMPHH” Gates’ words became more indecipherable the more he begged, as the gag filled the last remaining space in his mouth, but the orderly knew exactly what he was saying. They had heard many beg for release, and would hear many more.

“Settle down. I’m not going to make it easy for you, as cute as you are.” The orderly took the wand’s lengthy cord & affixed it to a hook from the ceiling, suspending the wand next to Gates’ cock. Gates could touch it, but it was useless to do so while the wand was turned off.

“Alright, time to tuck you in.” The orderly reached down at the base of Gate’s bed, and pulled out a long latex sheet that ran the course of Gates’ bed. Gates did not protest as the sheet went over his massive body - it was commonplace to secure the inmates each night with a tight vacbed. The compression helped heal the injuries from each day of abuse. The orderly stuck a breathing tube through the center of Gate’s ballgag, and fed his erect cock and balls through a hole in the sheet. Gates oriented his body into what felt like the most comfortable allowable position, and braced himself with a deep breath.

The vacbed whirred, humming loudly as the sheet compressed & tightened around Gates’ body. He felt the rubber flatten against his body, conforming to every ridge and crevice. The cool latex quickly became warm and snug, as his erect cock and plump balls felt the air. Through the latex sheet, Gates could hear the unmistakable sound of the hitachi wand turning on. Gates desperately thrust his cock in the air, trying to make contact with the wand’s last known position, but it wasn’t there.

“HMMPH? MGRPPHMMPH??” Gates bellowed into his ballgag, humping the air.

“Like I said, I’m not making it easy for you,” The orderly remarked. Gates could tell by their tone of voice that they were smiling. “I’m going to release the wand now.”

Gates felt the vibrating wand cut the air next to his erect cock before he heard it buzz by his head, swinging wildly like a pendulum. Gates understood the game now. He continued to hump the air, desperately trying to make contact.

“MHFFH! MMFFGH!! MMMHH!!!” Each grunt carried a thrust, each one a close miss. It was impossible to tell where the wand was.

“Okay Gates, that vibrator battery should last for another five minutes. Oh, that was a close one! Just missed it. Anyways, if you want to cum tonight, now’s your chance. Sleep tight!”

Gates heard his cell door slam shut. He was left with the incessant buzzing of the vibrator swirling around his head, and his own desperate grunts as he swung his cock through the night air. His muffled cries joined the chorus of moans of others throughout the facility; music to the ears of the orderlies.

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