Kaden was pinned to the ground at the same moment that he finished signing his name on the dotted line. The two rubber-clad guards that were previously standing at attention in front of the door of the chief administrator’s office had sprang into action.

Their identities locked behind slick, black latex hoods, they moved swiftly to restrain Kaden in an orange prisoner straight-jacket suit. It smelled crisp, but its fresh scent was overpowered by the intoxicating aroma of the guards’ latex uniform as the worker around him to strap Kaden into his straitjacket.

It was tight, forcing him to cross his arms across he’s chest in an awkward hug, within moments Kaden was securely fastened and forced to kneel on the ground in front of the Chief Administrator.

The room became stuffy as the true peril of his predicament dawned upon him. His heart thumped in his throat, and he could feel his cheeks turning bright red as he made eye contact with the Chief Administrator.

“Your commitment to Noir-100 Industries is greatly appreciated! You’ll fit right in, I’m sure!” The 30-something brunette said as he offered a crooked smile in Kaden’s direction.

“Cell 311 is where this gimp will be allocated, I believe the bed has been all set up in anticipation of…” the Chief Administrator’s voice trailed off, forgetting his name. He briefly glanced at the contract on his table. “In anticipation of Kaden’s arrival! Though from this point on he’ll be labelled as Prisoner #27”

The sleek latex-wearing guards scooped Kaden up off of the floor and began marching him out into the corridor, closing the Chief Administrator’s office door.

The hallway led to a metal door, a loud buzz and the clanking of a metal lock follows the swipe of one of the guards’ key cards, and then the door opened, sliding along a metal track built into the floor.

Behind the first door, was another, but this one was made of chain-link and served as a security to measure to ensure that prisoners would not be able to escape when a new prisoner is introduced.

Once the first door had closed and locked, the guards opened the second door and nudged Kaden through.

He was led through a large atrium, lit solely by led lights that hung from the ceiling in rows. On one side of the room multiple prison-style tables and benches lined the wall, where a group of men in black, skintight latex catsuits were playing a board game. These men were different from the guards, as they were all wearing thick leather collars secured with a gold padlock. One of them, a red-head with freckles splattered across his nose, glanced up from the game and made eye contact with Kaden as he was marched through the atrium.

A twinge of adrenaline flipped Kaden’s stomach as he got the feeling that that red-head looked awfully familiar.

Kaden was then led down another corridor lined with prison cells. The cells on the left were open while the ones on the right appeared to be closed and locked.

Kaden stopped, peering into one of the right-hand cells. Between the bars he could see a man restrained in some kind of leather body bag, which was strapped down intensely to his bunk bed.

A gentle shove on his shoulder prompted Kaden to keep moving on. He could feel his excitement growing now that everything was real. His dream of being confined as a prisoner in Noir-100 Industries’ Secret Bondage Testing Facility was actually being realized.

As they reached the end of the corridor, an elevator door approached. Kaden was loaded in with a rubber guard on each flank. The one on the right pressed the 3rd floor button, the alarm dinged and the doors closed.

The doors opened revealing a similar hallway to the one that led them to the elevator. They stepped out and began walking. Kaden quickly realized the difference in this corridor, instead of prison cells, this one was lined with heavy-duty metal doors. The faint noises of whimpers and groans carried through the air as the guards approached cell #11 with Kaden in tow.

Cell #11 on the 3rd level of the facility was a quaint padded cell with no windows and no lights. A single metal-frame bed was placed in the center of the room with black leather streps secured and ready to restrain a prisoner.

The padded floor squished under Kaden’s feet like sponges as he was walked over to the bed and told to lie down. He did as he was instructed without hesitation. The fresh linen wrinkled beneath him as he sat in the bed and hoisted his feet up and over the ledge. Still restrained in his straitjacket suit, he shimmied towards the middle of the bed as best he could.

Kaden took note of the ceiling and how the padded squares seemed to continue seamlessly from the walls into the ceiling. Morphing the room and giving it an almost endless, cyclical sense.

The latex-clad guards for to work strapping Kaden down, the belts attached to his straight jacket with ease. One tightly around his waist, a set on the thighs and ankles, and a cross-cross of belts that looped around his arms and chest, attaching to the bedframe above.

Kaden tested his bonds, shifting his weight against the restraints but they allowed little movement. Content with his predicament he looked up at the guards who were just finishing placing all the padlock along the belt buckles.

One of them slipped a blindfold over his face, blinding him from being able to see and assess the padded cell he found himself prisoner in. After that, the other guard affixed a leather muzzle to his head, and then the 1st added a pair of noise cancelling headphones on top.

Kaden was completely objectified. All of his senses had been taken from him aside from scent and taste… and they really only offered the scent of fresh leather that permeated from the restraint set and muzzle that kept him bound. He struggled and squirmed, pulling at the restraints and moaning into his muzzle, but it was no use. Kaden couldn’t not hear or see anything, his world was black and silent. He couldn’t even hear the sound of the leather straps creaking or the metal bed frame rustling as he struggled in his bondage.

Minutes would turn into hours, and Kaden had no way of tracking time. He slipped deep into the grip of his deprivation, falling asleep intermittently before startling awake, panicking and struggling before he remembered where he was, and the freedom that he had willingly forfeited.