A Weekend Invitation 1

Author: prisonerx
Title: A weekend invitation 1
Date: 08 July 2008

I had intended to spend the Bank Holiday at the end of May relaxing at home and had invited two of my best friends around to dinner on the Saturday evening. I had booked the following week as holiday from work and was looking forward to a relaxing week doing nothing much other than catching up with friends and generally chilling out.

Nick Howard had been a friend of mine since university days and I known Mark West since I had started work in the same firm in London. As long as I had known Nick, he had been a member of the Territorial Army and spent many of his weekends training with his regiment and one fortnight a year away training at camp. He now holds the rank of captain. As it turned out, Mark was also in the Territorial Army, also a captain and he knew Nick well.

In planning to invite them to dinner I had overlooked the fact that they would both be away for their annual fortnight at camp near Newcastle. However Nick suggested that I might like to travel to Newcastle for the weekend where I could stay at the Territorial barracks as his guest. Although he would be out at camp during the week, he would be staying at the barracks for the weekend. The city and the surrounding countryside were worth seeing, he said, and he added that the food and wine in the officer’s mess were excellent. So it was agreed I would motor up from London aiming to arrive at about 7pm. Dinner in the officer’s mess was a formal affair so that would give me time to freshen up and change for dinner at 8 pm.

It was just after 6pm as I turned off the motorway and headed into the city with plenty of time before dinner. I found the barracks easily and pulled up at the gate and gave my name to the sentry. He checked my name off his list and another soldier said he would park my car and take my bag to my quarters. Meanwhile I was shown into a room in the building beside the sentry post to await Nick who was to show me to my quarters.

The room was like any waiting room furnished with chairs and a table on which were a selection of newspapers and magazines. I sat down while waiting for Nick and began to think about what I wanted to see while spending the weekend in Newcastle. I had only been there for a few minutes when suddenly the door burst open and three rather big guys, clad in black from head to foot and wearing masks rushed in and grabbed me. Before I really knew what was happening, one of them pulled a hood over my head while the other two pinned my wrists behind me and cuffed them and then lifted me off my feet and started to carry me out of the room. Unable to see and still startled from the shock I shouted “what the f**k is going on!” and was immediately grabbed by one of my captors around my neck and told to shut up. His grip was very tight so I remained silent while I was half carried, half marched along a corridor and then up some stairs. I heard a door opening and I realised we were entering another room where I was made to stand while held firmly by two of the captors. “We’ve got him, Sir,” said a voice beside me. “Good work, gentlemen”, said a voice I presumed belonged to the guy in the room that the others had called sir, “now we’ll see what exactly what the enemy are up to” he continued. “Enemy”, I thought, “what enemy! What is he talking about?” I immediately tried to protest but was immediately hit around my hooded head and told to remain silent. “You will have plenty of time to talk later and tell us what we want to know”, said the same voice. But I was not happy about this and started to speak again. Immediately the lower part of the hood covering my head was lifted slightly and a gag was forced into my protesting mouth and tightly strapped in place. “I didn’t want to do that, David, that is your name isn’t it, but you forced me to”, said the voice that I only knew as “sir”. He knows my name, I thought, so what the hell is going on! I tried to answer him but the gag prevented me from saying anything articulate. “Ok, Sergeant, let’s proceed as planned and take the prisoner to the camp. We’ll find out exactly what the enemy have planned and ensure we win this war game. Get him prepared and I will see you there later”. “Yes sir” said a voice I assumed was the sergeant. I was still confused and somewhat shocked as I tried to work out what was happening, but from the short conversation I had heard things were becoming a little clearer, or were they?

The officer had referred to the “enemy” and “winning the war game”. I knew that Nick and Mark were spending two weeks on their annual camp. This involves training, war games I presumed…..two teams opposing each other in some sort of army training. But what had I to do with any of this? I was merely going to spend a relaxing weekend with my friends at their invitation. This must be a mix up I thought and hopefully will soon be sorted out. After all Mark will be looking for me. He was expecting me for dinner and the sentry had told him I had arrived and had taken my bags to my quarters.

While these thoughts were going through my mind, I was brought back to reality as I was dragged out of the room and taken back along the corridor and into what I realised was a lift. I calculated the lift went down about two floors and then I was brought into another room. The cuffs were unlocked and the hood was removed but the gag remained in place. I immediately notice my bag in the corner. It hadn’t been taken to my quarters after all! I looked around and saw I was in what looked a bit like the changing rooms at my gym. A row of lockers lined one wall and on the other side of the room were showers. In another corner I noticed what looked like a massage bench although this one had straps attached. Before I could take in any more of my surroundings, one of my hooded captors told me to strip. I made to object but the damn gag again frustrated me and before I could do anything else all three captors set about me and within seconds I was standing naked in front of them while my clothes were gathered up and put into a locker along with my watch and wallet and other personal possessions. I was then dragged over to the massage table and strapped down on my back by two of my captors while the third came over to the table with an electric clippers. To my horror, while two of them held me down my head was forcibly shaved as I tried to shout and struggle against this indignity. Worse was to follow as he proceeded to shave my pubic area and generally any other body hair that was visible. At this stage I no longer resisted………..I was feeling so shocked I was incapable of any resistance. I began to think this was a dream and I would soon wake up.

One of my captors now opened another locker and began to take out various items of clothing and other equipment. While he was doing this one of his colleagues picked up a can of lube and liberally poured it over my newly shaved cock and balls. The guy who had been at the locker came over carrying a device in his hand and said, ”I can do this the easy way or the hard way. Up to you, if you resist it will be hard for you.” I just lay there increasingly frightened and not knowing what was going to happen next. He fitted a cock ring on me and very expertly, (he must have done it before I thought afterwards!), my cock was now locked in what I realised was a chastity device. I was release from the massage table and told to get dressed. In front of me was a jockstrap, pair of socks, boots and an orange coloured coverall. I realised it was a prison uniform but I had no choice to put it on or suffer the consequences. I felt so humiliated having been shaved and had my manhood locked in a secure device.

Another of my captors was standing by holding a full set of shackles and within minutes my ankles were shackled and joined by a chain to my wrists which were, in turn, shackled to a waist belt. A gas mask with the eyes blacked out was pulled over my gagged head and finally some ear defenders were placed over the mask. I was now unable to see or speak. All I could hear was my heart thumping as I was led towards what I thought was the door. But then I was lifted up and placed on my back on what felt like a stretcher. Although I was already securely shackled, my body was strapped down tightly and I the next thing I became aware of was the stretcher being moved. I realised it was on wheels and within a few minutes I felt it being lifted into what turned out to be an army lorry.

During all these preparations my captors had said nothing to me other then giving me orders. They had told me nothing and I had no idea what this was all about. As I lay in the lorry, hooded, gagged and securely bound one of my captors spoke to me loudly. He needed to do this as the ear defenders impaired my hearing. He told me I was being taken to the camp for interrogation. He was part of the “blue army” who were fighting the “green army” in the war game. I had been arrested, as they believed I was working undercover for the “green army” and they intended to get as much information from me as they needed in order to win. If I co-operated it would be easier for me but if not, I should be prepared for a tough time.

I tried to tell him that this was rubbish; I mumbled into my gag as my shaved head sweated in it’s rubber prison but he just told me to think about it as we drove into the countryside and headed for the interrogation unit. I heard the doors closing and was aware of the captors getting into the front part of the lorry ready to drive off.

I heard the engine start and within minutes I was on my way to the camp. I knew it was impossible to escape. I was shackled, hooded, gagged and unable to move. I couldn’t believe what was happening. At this stage on the Friday I had been expecting to be enjoying dinner with friends in the officers’ mess. I was feeling apprehensive, even frightened, but as I contemplated my fate, I was aware of my hardening cock held in its plastic prison. I had never had such an experience before; bondage games and all that goes with it had, for me, been something that other guys liked but not for me. Or so I thought, but my now straining cock was telling me different. But even so, I was worried about what lay ahead. I knew nothing about this damn war game. To me it was big kids playing soldiers and I had no interest in it at all. Too bad for me, whether I had no interest no longer mattered. I was now part of it, like it or not and there was nothing I could do about it.

I still hoped that Nick would sort it out. I certainly would have a few things to say to him when this was over! But something told me it might be some time before I got to see Nick.