A Weekend Invitation 2

Author: prisonerx
Title: A Weekend Invitation 2
Date: 16 July 2008

I have no idea how long the journey in the lorry took. At first, I lay there listening intently for any sound or a scrap of conversation from my captors. I tested my bonds but knew that this was really a waste of time. I was secured tightly to this stretcher like bed, was unable to see anything or to hear very well. Initially I tried to shout through the tight gag but my captors ignored my grunts. I was in a real fix; I admit that I was feeling a little frightened and my imagination was working overtime. “What if Nick knows nothing about this”, I thought. “What if this is some sort of criminal activity?” Although my mind was still racing with thoughts, I think I must have fallen asleep. Not surprising in a way; after all I started out early that day heading north. I was now tired, not to mention hungry and thirsty.

I awoke with a start, not sure for just a few moments where I was or what was happening. I could hear voices with difficulty through the ear defenders and then felt the stretcher being lifted up and taken out of the lorry. A few minutes later and I was being released and helped to stand up. I could see nothing of course and my wrists and ankles were still in shackles. To my relief I felt somebody unstrapping the gasmask and for the first time in a few hours I could see again. I was standing in a large room in what seemed to be a typical sort of army Nissen hut. Several guys, all dressed in army camo and hooded, stood around watching as one of their number said, “Welcome to our camp, David, we hope you enjoy your stay!” The others laughed at this remark as I tried to respond through my gag. “If you co-operate with us, your stay here will be rather more comfortable for you, but that is your decision. I am a fair man. Tell us all we need to know and you will soon be on your way out of here. But if you decide not to help us, be assured we will find other ways of persuading you to co-operate.” I noticed the other guys exchanging glances with each other. Only their eyes and mouths were visible, of course, but I could see one or two of them smiling.

I reacted with some annoyance, but couldn’t say anything of course. “What is this guy on about” I thought, “I have no idea what is going on!” “You will be given something to eat and drink and taken to a holding cell until the morning when I will see you again. That should give you time to rest and collect your thoughts”.

Three of the waiting soldiers moved towards me and led me shuffling in my leg irons out of the hut. I could see it was quite a large camp as the perimeter fence was lit up by spotlights but was quite a distance away. One or two passing guys looked at me as I was led through the camp. Although they said nothing and had no idea who I was, I felt very humiliated, gagged as I was, shackled and dressed in prison gear. I was just thankful nobody could see the plastic cage imprisoning my manhood, and even more thankful that they couldn’t see my hardening cock inside it struggling to get free. For that is what I thought was so strange at the time. Here I was, held captive after what amounted to a kidnap in broad daylight, very apprehensive but at the same time finding it a sexual turn on.

We approached what looked like a series of cargo containers used in shipping surrounded by a chain link fence and I realised that this was the army brig on the camp. There were sentries guarding the perimeter and as we approached one of them opened a gate in the fence to enable me to pass through. We entered the brig and I was “signed in” by a guy sitting behind a desk, who like all the guys I’d seen so far also wore a black balaclava. Very quickly my escorts unlocked my shackles, pulled off my boots, socks and coverall so that I was standing unfettered but wearing only the jock strap and gag. My cock began to swell again and I desperately tried to prevent it happening as the last thing I wanted was that these squaddies, (or whatever they were), would see this. One of the guys grabbed my wrists and began to pull on what were leather mitts over my clenched fists. These were padlocked in place and locked together in front of me. He then told me he was going to remove the gag but, should I say anything or cause any problems, it would be instantly replaced. He told me to nod if I agreed and that I willingly did as my jaws were now aching from hours of being gagged tightly. Furthermore, I was hoping to get a chance to talk to somebody and find out what was going on. I was sure they had made a mistake about me and had inadvertently got me mixed up in their “war-game”.

The gag removed and with just my wrists restrained in mitts and still almost naked I was led down a passageway into a small barred cell. It contained nothing other than a mattress on the floor and a piss bucket in the corner. Only one side was solid; all three other sides were barred so that any prisoner could be observed constantly. I was led in and immediately a steel collar was locked around my neck which was then attached to a long chain locked to an anchor point in one corner. Another guy came in with a plate of bread and cheese that, not surprisingly, I ate quickly being very hungry. I was also given some water to wash it down.

Although I was almost naked, wrists in mitts and wearing a steel collar I was very relieved to be free of the gag and able to move a little. But much to my consternation, my ankles were locked in shackles and a short chain to them attached my wrists. I begged the guy to leave them free pointing out I was already locked in a cell naked and hardly in a position to escape. “Quiet, prisoner!” he shouted, “unless you want that gag locked on again”. I said nothing more as a leather hood was pulled over my head and locked in place. Once more I could see nothing but, at least, I was not gagged. “You’d better try and get some sleep prisoner, as you have a big day tomorrow,” said my captor as I heard the barred gate being locked.

I lay on my mattress trying to get as comfortable as possible. Although I was naked apart from the jock strap I was not cold. In fact, it was very warm and stuffy in the cell. I drifted in and out of sleep, wanting to get some rest but my mind racing as I wondered about the morning. Some time during the night I was woken by the sound of the gate being unlocked. I could hear what seemed like more than one person moving very quietly. “There is our pervy prisoner”, whispered a voice. I sat upright and said, “Who’s there? What do you want?” The hood made any vision impossible. I could feel my heart thumping as I was aware of somebody’s hands running down my thighs and over my cb. I tried to push them off but the chain on my shackles was too short to enable me to have any affect. I felt my cock swelling and at the same time the voice said, “look at his cock, see what I mean. They had to cage it to stop him playing with himself. Look at it, he is enjoying this.” “You’re right mate,” said another voice, (so I knew for sure there two of them), “looks like we are in luck!” The next thing I knew I had been pushed down on my back; one of them sat astride my chest and pulled my head up. “Suck that, you perv!” he said as he forced his erect dick into my mouth. I tried to expel it, but he pushed harder and shouted again, “suck it you perv if you know what’s good for you!” Meanwhile the other guy was pulling and caressing my balls causing my cock to become really hard, thus pressing against the unforgiving cb cage. I began to suck as he wanted and realised I was enjoying it. I was very aroused again and I wanted badly to cum. Just before he climaxed the anonymous soldier pulled his cock out and emptied his balls all over my chest. He grabbed my nipples in his hands and squeezed hard. The pain shooting through them caught me unawares and I cried out. “Shout as loud as you like prisoner, nobody will hear you here” he said, “you are a perv after all. What are you? Let me hear you say it!” I said nothing but he squeezed my nipples really hard and again I cried out. “Say it perv!” he said again. “I am a perv”, I heard myself saying and I felt humiliated. With that he moved off me only to be replaced by his mate who pushed his erect dick into my mouth and forced me to suck it and at the same time he played with my now sensitive nipples. This made my cock even harder, (if that was possible), and I heard myself saying, “Please let me cum, please let me cum”. “No chance fucker, that cage is to prevent pervs like you having fun” he said as he, in turn shot his cum all over me. “Thanks for the blowjobs, prisoner. Of course we will have to report this to our commanding officer. A prisoner sexually assaulting guards is a serious offence! You are really asking for trouble.”

I heard them leave and lock the gate. My throbbing cock was twitching in its cage and I tried, in vain, to cum but the cb did its work and I could do nothing about it. I lay in the cell switching between two moods. One of apprehension and fear regarding my situation. The other, a new mood of excitement for these strange happenings were introducing me to world I had always ignored and claimed no interest in. My cock was clearly telling a different story.

I think I slept a little again but morning was not long in arriving and I heard the gate being unlocked. Several pairs of hands unlocked my shackles and removed the steel collar and to my relief, the hood. I was taken out of the cell into a room nearby where I was told I had 10 minutes to use the toilet and shower. As I showered I was aware of my nipples, as they still felt sensitive from the events of the night.

When I emerged from the shower one of the guys, (really I should call them guards now, as that was what they were), ordered me to put on my socks and boots. I looked around for the jockstrap but it had gone. “There has been a complaint about you by two of the night guards”, he said. “You have to report to the C.O”. I was waiting for some clothing when I realised I was getting none. Instead I was locked in a steel collar, shackled neck to wrist to ankles. I made to protest but was immediately gagged. With that I was led out the door into the open air and out of the brig compound. As I was marched along shackled, gagged and locked in a cb, many soldiers stood along the way and shouted and jeered at me. “Look out, guys, here comes the pervy prisoner!” one of them yelled. It was the most humiliating experience of my life. This time I wished I had been hooded; at least that would give me certain anonymity and for a few moments I just wanted to disappear. But as I shuffled along in my shackles, I felt my cock stiffening again and nothing I could think about was stopping it. It was becoming obvious to those watching as the plastic cage started twitching again as its inhabitant strained to break out.

After what seemed like an hour but was only minutes we reached the C.O’s office. He greeted me as if I was just another officer or soldier and seemed oblivious to my naked state. “Good morning, I hope you slept well. Ready to answer our questions I hope. The sooner you do, the sooner you can leave, although I understand there is a matter of a charge against you by two of the guards. I will deal with that after the interrogation. Another reason don’t you think, why you should co-operate?”

I was now desperate to be allowed say something in my defence or at least find out what was going on. I tried to say something through my gag. It was impossible to say anything intelligible.

“Take him to the interrogation area”, the C.O said, “and proceed as discussed.” With that a hood was pulled over my head and I was led out of the room along a corridor leaving the building by another entrance. I wasn’t sure of course as I couldn’t see but I sensed we were entering another part of the camp. As doors closed behind me, it all seemed very quiet. I could not hear any external noise unlike other parts of the camp that I had been in.

I sensed that the guards had left and just stood there in the silence. Suddenly my hood was pulled off and my gag was removed. In front of me were three guys clad head to toe in black. One of them spoke to me and asked me to tell them about the “Green Army’s” plans for the war-game. I at last had a chance to talk. “I have no idea what you are talking about, all this is a big mistake, I don’t know what’s happening. I came up to Newcastle for the weekend to meet mates of mine who are in the Territorials like yourselves. You’ve got to believe me, just ask my mate Nick,” I said in a great rush. “You are not helping us, prisoner” said the guard. “We take these exercises seriously and we know you are part of the enemy plan. Deny it if you like but we will get the truth from you.” “I am telling you the truth, I work in London, have never had any connections with the Territorials or anything like it. And I just came up to this bl**dy place because I was asked to dinner at the officers’ mess by my mate. Nothing was mentioned about any war-games. I swear to you!” I said as my voice rose in volume as I began to feel desperate.

The other two guards then moved to my side and I was dragged towards the end of the room. Within seconds all three guards had pushed me to the floor, hooded me and cuffed my wrists behind my back. One of them then started to strap some sort of restraints to my ankles. I had no idea what they were but within minutes I found out. I heard a motor starting and I found myself being hoisted into the air. The motor stopped and I was suspended upside-down. I shouted loudly demanding to be let down and was rewarded by a sharp pain across my back. I swung backwards and realised that I was being flogged. As my back began to sting, I realised my cock was swelling (again) in its plastic prison. “We make the rules here, prisoner”, said a guard. “Now perhaps you’ll tell us what you were brought here to do. This is only the start,” I protested again that they had it wrong to be rewarded with several more lashes and as I opened my mouth to shout, an erect cock was pushed into my mouth. I gagged on it as the guard shouted, “ Take it you bastard!” I resisted as best I could but there was little I could do. As he held my head and pressed it against his cock I felt a sharp pain as some clamps were attached to my nipples. Even with the cock in my mouth I cried out in pain. “It will get worse until you tell us what we want to know” said one of my tormentors. I was worried. I knew nothing about any of this but they didn’t believe me.

What was I to do? Make up some story in the hope they would believe it and let me go? From what I could gather these guys were serious. I wished I had paid more attention to Nick when he talked about what he did in the Territorials. But I realised I was in trouble and there was not a lot I could do about it. The pain from my nipples interrupted my thoughts. A weight had been attached to the chain and was now pulling unmercifully on my nipples. The fact that I was suspended upside-down and swinging gently from my ankles made it worse. I screamed loudly and my head was grabbed and a muzzle gag strapped in place. “Think carefully, prisoner, it is early in the day. This is just the start. Perhaps you need some time to think,” said a guard as they walked towards the door leaving me swinging gently while the weighted nipple clamps sent waves of pain through my tits. I tried to shout to call them back. I desperately wanted to be released; I was in pain yet still my cock remained hard. I started to shout again through the muzzle gag but even this caused movement that exacerbated the pain in my tits. I had no alternative but to wait until the guards returned. I knew now that I was a prisoner and that Nick was not going to turn up and save me. But where was Nick?