A Surprising Holiday 3

Author: polioman
Title: A Surprising Holiday
Date: 14 January 2011

A Surprising Holiday pt.3

"Do you need any help, Yuri?"
"No thank you. It is nearly ready. Go and sit at the table and I will bring your dish."
Again it was difficult to get sat at the table with my punishment boot but I managed it and sat there, my crutches leaning on the table beside me.
I fished my spoon out of the bag and put it on the table. Shortly Yuri brought an enamel dish with the food. It did not look very appetising being a grey mass with the bits of meat in it. However I was hungry and after Yuri brought his own dish and sat down I started eating. It tasted rather bland. Eating was slow with the angled spoon and having to get the food between the blinders and down inside the helmet.Yuri was sat opposite and he was quite adept at getting the food through the 2.5cm wide slit in his helmet though if he got too much of the food on the spoon it would get on his helmet. He finished his dish before I did and went to get the afters, apple pie and custard and also a couple of large tin mugs of coffee. He sat down again.
"You seem to be managing all right eating in your helmet. What do you think of Convict Chow"
"Rather tasteless and very stodgy"
"You will get used to it. We have several different additives, but it is rather monotonous"
We finished our food and I got out my drinking tube and gradually drank the coffee. Yuri got a damp cloth and wiped his helmet clean and then came over to me and wiped the front of my helmet.
"It is important to try and keep your uniform clean. How are you managing in the uniform"
"It is rather restrictive, especially the punishment boot, and I am sweaty and damp in the rubber suit and diaper. You've worn your uniform now for over a year. Do you get used to it"
"Yes in a way, but it is still sweaty to wear, especially in summer and the diaper gets uncomfortable as it fills up and gets very bulky."
"How many days have you had it on this time?"
"This is the fifth. It will be changed on Monday evening. It is already well filled. You can feel it through my suit"
He stood alongside me and I felt his bum. As I worked it I could feel the squelchy mass of his diaper and I felt my cock hardening in my own diaper
"It certainly feels bulky and you have another two days to wear it?"
"Yes. How many days is your diaper?"
"The paper said it was a seven day one. It was very thick and black"
"That's a seven day one so you will get to experience it like mine"
"It's certainly going to be an experience."
My cock itched a little in the diaper and I rubbed it through the suit and pants.
"My cock itches in my diaper. Do you get any sexual relief?"
"No; it is like being in permanent chastity. I only get to touch my cock briefly when I am changed and I try to get some relief by rubbing it through my suit, but it does not help much."
"It cannot make for any sort of relationship can it. Did you have a relationship before your conviction "
"Yes. Before I was sentenced I was in a steady relationship with another boy about my age"
"And did it last?"
"No. Firstly he is in a town about 200km. away, where I lived before sentencing, so it would be difficult to meet, and secondly my penal uniform makes any sort of relationship almost eaningless. We did keep in touch. Whilst I was in the sewage tanks it was pointless him trying to visit. Hugging someone covered in shit would harly be pleasant. When I was moved here, at the end of May last year and was somewhat cleaner he did come to see me. I went to his room in a small hotel. I think he was rather horrified at the sight of me in uniform. We hugged each other though kissing was not possible. I was able to give him some oral sex with his cock in my mouth through the slit in my helmet. We lay on the bed but somehow his body against my shit suit was not the same. Also fondling his body with rubber gloves on is not really the same. We spent a couple of hours together but I think we both realised it was the end. We write occasionally but that is all."
"That is very sad, but I suppose a consequence of being convicted"
I fondled his crotch and rubbed it.
"Can you feel anything?"
"Not much. The seven day diapers are very thick and then there are the rubber pants, the harness and the suit."
I struggled to my feet and tucked the crutches under my arms.
"I'm going to have to piss again"
"What have you done in your diaper so far?"
"I pissed and shit this morning, after breakfast and pissed again this afternoon at the cattle market and I have been feeling I need to go since we got back here. I find it very embarrassing messing the diaper stood here in the middle of the room."
"You'll get used to it after a while. In fact no one can see what you are doing."
I stood behind the sofa and rested my crutches on it. I then held the back off the sofa, leant forward and spread my legs. Yuri patted my bum.
"Just relax and you will find it easier"
After a short while the hot piss flooded the front of the diaper and then I felt the shit fill the rear. It must have been a good load. I stood up and hobbled round to the sofa and flopped down, sinking into the fresh warm shit.
"There; that was not to bad was it?"
"Its awful"
"I am constantly aware of the diaper, but often piss now without really realising I have done it. Then I have worn diapers for almost 14 months now. You have only had yours on for 12 hours and you have another 156 hours to go before it is changed."
"What happens tomorrow?"
"We have to be at the cattle market by 08.30. It is about an hours walk, possibly a bit longer for you in your punishment boot so we need to leave here 10 past seven at the latest. It takes about 30 minutes to prepare and eat the morning chow so we need to get up by about 06.30. Why do you ask?"
"Having not really slept last night and having been working today I feel very tired and wondered about going to bed".
"Of course. You will be sharing my bed. I will show you."
I got to my feet and followed him into the room where I had changed earlier in the day. Asked which was his side and he said it did not matter. He asked if I wanted to lie down now. It was just after 7pm and I said I would. I sat on what had become my side of the bed and he leant my crutches against the wall. He helped me lift my weighted boot onto the bed and I lay down on my back, my helmeted head resting on the pillow.
"You will find it best to lie on your back with your legs somewhat apart"
Though it was difficult to move the punishment boot I moved the other foot to the side a little and it also made the diaper, which was bulky between my legs, a little more comfortable. I could only look up to the ceiling between my blinders.
"Have a good sleep and I will wake you in the morning"
He stroked my blinders and then went out turning off the light. I lay there and shuffled a litte to get more comfortable. It seemed strange not getting undressed to go to bed. I was very conscious of the smell of rubber and leather and shit. I stroked my crotch, my hand under the strap holding the identity vest in place, though I could not feel much. I must have gone to sleep quite quickly. When I awoke it took me a moment or two to realise where I was. I could hear Yuri breathing heavily alongside me and I felt his rubber suit. I still wore my watch and it had an illuminated display. It was just before three in the morning. I must have woken because I needed the toilet. After a few minutes I pissed and felt the hot urine run into my diaper. It was the first time I had used the diaper lying down and the urine spread over my belly and trickled down. I lay there a while listening to Yuri's breathing and then dozed off because the next I knew was Yuri shaking me to wake up and get up. The light was on and as I sat up I could see he stood by the bed.
"Hope you slept well."
"Yes thank you. Surprisingly well"
"Do you need help getting up?"
"Thanks but I had been get used to coping with the uniform and this boot"
Yuri hobbled off into the living room. I lifted myself up on my hands and moved my bum to the edge of the bed. I then lifted my left leg with the weighted bootand lowered it to the floor. Swinging round I put my other boot on the floor and was able to stand up. I could feel the shit in the diaper as I moved. I reached for my crutches and when stood safely straighten my helmet and my bags and identity vest. That was all that there was to get up. I felt dirty as I was used to having a shower each morning. I crutched through into the living room where Yuri was preparing the food. The other bedroom door was closed and I assumed Iqbal was still in bed.
"We are a bit late so you put your coat on while the food is cooking."
I did as instructed. I looked at myself in the mirror, The big black helmet and my eyes peering out between the blinders, the bright orange greatcoat with its black leather facings. My identity vest, bright yellow with the details of my sentence in red and black lettering. with the word convict and my number in big letters. I also had my identity number on my helmet, in black letters on a yellow plate above the face opening and below the opening a second plate detailing the type of helmet etc.




PENAL LABOUR DEPART
"PUNISHING AND CORRECTING THE NATION’S CRIMINALS"
"CONVICT"
30472
Sentenced on 11th December 2004 to 30 YEARS
CORRECTIVE TRAINING & PENAL LABOUR
CRIME :-
Aggravated Assault
& Disorder

Below the identity vest were the two black leather bags with the hearing receivers. The coat came to my knees and then there was blck leather of the braces and finally my massive black boot on one leg and the patten fitted boot on the other. It was what I had come forbut it was an awesome outfit and I was locked into it. I wondered where the keys were. I hobbled back to the table as Yuri appeared with the metal dishes. I ate stood up. It was similar to the evening meal but with bits of fruit in it. It was filling as the dish was 25cm in diameter and about 4cm deep. There was over a litre of coffee. Yuri explained that the amount of food was defined and we had to eat and drink everything, After I had finished I wiped my helmet with a cloth Yuri brought and also wiped my spoon before putting it in the bag. Yuri put on his coat. He did not wear an identity vest but his number was on the back of his coat. He told me to put on my gloves and we then left. The steps were still a challenge but I made it and made good progress swinging through on my crutches. It was cold but dry. We got to the cattle market about 8.15 and stood by the hut. I was sweaty in my rubbers and diaper and my arms were already getting tired with using the crutches. An officer came in a few minutes and told us we had to finish the pens we had not done the other day. He was young and smartly attired, presumably newly trained. After he left Yuri told me he had not seen him before and these young newly trained, or trainee officers were the worst as they liked to exercise their control over convicts and humiliate them.
We went to the pens and I leant my crutches against the side of a pen whilst we went to the furthest pen and started work. It was tiring and tedious. After a while I felt the need to piss, which I had not done since the time in the night. I leant against the railings of the pen and shortly afterwards the piss filled my diaper, followed by a good load of shit. As I resumed work I could feel the mess in my diaper. We did not get a meal break and it was about 2pm when we reached the final pen. I noticed my crutches had fallen down and were lying in the dung. Trying to bend down to pick then up was very difficult and Yuri kindly picked them up. He was more adept at bending down in his brace. We finished the just as the officer arrived. He examined the pens and said they would do. He told Yuri to take the tools back to the shed and told me to get on my crutches and follow him. The crutches were dirty but I had no choice but to get them under my arms and hobble after him. We went through a gate into a field with cows in it. He was a couple of fresh cow pats, still warm and steaming. He pointed to the largest which was probably about 6cm deep.
"Go and stand in that"
I hobbled across and dragged my weighted boot into the cow shit.
"Now the other boot"
I could not look down to see where my boots were, with the helmet and collar, but I lifted myself up on my crutches, got my legs as close together as I could, not easy with the bulky diaper between my legs and put my feet down. I must have managed to get both boots in the dung.
"Thats fine. Now stand in the cow pat"
I obeyed and hobbled over and stood as instructed.
"Well done. You are obedient. Go back to the hut.
I swung myself along, aware of the smell on my boots. Back at the hut he told us we could go but be back on duty at 08.30 the following day and left. Yuri saw what he had done.
"I told you these young officers like humiliating us. There is a football match at 3.30. On of the few things we get is free entry into the game, where there is special are for convicts. I usually go. It is something to do and we get free refreshments"
"Can I go with my filthy boots"
"Oh yes, there will be others just as smelly."
We walked to the ground and got there about quarter to three. Yuri led the way to a side entrance with a sign 'CONVICTS'. We went through the door. There was a person sitting there, obviously a convict as he was in rubbers and a helmet like Yuri's. We had to sign in, using our numbers not names, which felt a lttle degrading. There was one previous entry, 40783. He also gave us each a plastic bag and then we had to climb up the stairs. It was a long flight and I found it hard work in my boot and brace. We came out into a small fenced area. There were no seats four rows with railings on which to stand. It would hold about 16 people and was separated from the public areas each side by a 2m heavy chain fence. At the front was 1.5m railing and at the back a solid wall. Yuri said he usually stood on the front row. 40783 was already stood there and moved to the side to let us join him. I understood from his number he was serving 40 years and at 7 had a fairly severe level of uniform. He was totally clad in a black rubber suit and wore a rubber mask covering his head. The front part of his mask was rigid plastic with the upper part having two plexiglass lens to enable him to see and on the front, over the mouth, was an air intake, and there were exhaust vents at the sides. Additionally he wore an identity vest, leather bags with hearing aid receivers and heavy duty knee length boots with leg chains. I greeted him and he nodded. His eyes looked sad behind the plexiglass lenses through which he looked out of his mask. There was not much to do until the match started and I just stood there facing forward and resting on my crutches. The stadium slowly filled but the spectators ignored us. Little did I imagine when I left work on the previous Friday afternoon that on Sunday afternoon I would be attending a football match, wearing a rubber penal uniform, a heavy helmet and heavy boots and braces. For course I had to remember I had choosen to do this. Unlike Yuri and the other chap stood beside me I could take off the uniform, whereas they had to wear theirs. I felt slightly worried when I thought that my uniform was locked on and I did not have the keys. I was dirty and smelly and uncomfortable. I had been doing physical work and was tired. I quite enjoyed watching the game. After the first half Yuri said we should eat the food. There were four rather greasy sausage rolls, which were not too difficult to eat, though the grease got on my helmet and face. There was also a banana which was the first time I had eaten fruit in the helmet. I ate it in small pieces. Finally a 1/2 litre of coke. After the match we get down the stairs and walked home whuich took about 80 minutes. I was exhausted. Again Iqbal was out and Yuri made the evening chow. It was about 9pm when we had finished and I went to bed. Yuri said he did not mind my messed boots on the bed and again helped me get the punishment boot on to the bed. After work the following day Yuri had to go the PLD complex to have his diaper changed and I went with him to know where it was as I had to go there the following day to meet Commander Putonov at 09.00. I just waited in a corridor whilst he was cleaned. It took about 50 minutes and when he emerged he looked much smarter. His helmet was well polished as were his boots and the leatherwork of his brace and his suit was well cleaned.
“Do you feel better”
“Yes, it is a great relief to have a clean diaper on. I always try to have a good piss and shit just before cleaning so I get a while with a dry clean diaper on before I have to mess it again.”
I was very aware of how full my diaper was and so far I had only had it on three days. The following morning I went back to the PLD complex and reported. I was put on a small room with a wooden table and two wooden chairs. It was obviously the convict part of the building rather than the administrative area. After a while the door opened and a very smartly dressed officer came in and introduced himself as Commander Putonov and he told me to sit down.
“So has everything gone well and are you enjoying your holiday?”
“Thank you commander. It is quite an experience”.
“We thought that by giving you a genuine identity you would get the real feel of being a convict unlike the few hours you experienced last visit. Not only the sensation of the uniform, but also the discomfort of wearing it long term, and of being dirty, as I can see you are now. Has Yuri been helpful?”
“Yes thank you. He has helped me both around the flat and at work “
“He is a good convict and has generally behaved well. I thought you might be interested to know a little of the person whose identity you have currently assumed. He was 21 and was a orphan, having been brought up in various homes and institutions. He had a previous record of petty crime before being involved in a serious disturbance for which he received his current sentence. He was not a model convict by any means and in August 2005, some 8 months into his sentence he behaved in an insolent way to an officer and for that he had his helmet changed to one with blinders. About a year later he was involved in a fracas with other convicts and for that he was fitted with a 5kg punishment boot and full length brace. The crutches are not strictly part of the uniform but are an aid for wearers of a punishment boot. He also had his diaper changed from the 4 day one to the 7 day one. I hope you are getting the sort of experience you wanted?"
I assured him I was though I was finding the diaper uncomfortable.
"That is part of the experience. You have another 4 days in it before you will get it changed on Saturday morning."
He showed me some pictures of 30472. Firstly as arrested, dressed quite smartly and then the shots of him naked before fitting ith his uniform and then in the new uniform. He told me his name was Khan. He asked if I had any further questions and I said no.
"Well off you go back to work and I will see you again. Maybe if you like you can keep the uniform at the end of your holiday"

to be continued