A Weekend Invitation 4

Author: prisonerx
Title: A Weekend Invitation 4
Date: 18 September 2008

Although I was unable to see anything it was obviously turning into a very warm day and although I was naked apart from the piss soaked hood sticking tightly to my head, I was sweating profusely. The spandex hood dried out a little but was soon soaking again after yet another of the squaddies emptied his bladder on me. Nevertheless, a combination of the heat and my exhaustion caused me to drift off from time to time into a light sleep. I was roused from this by the sound of voices that I recognised as my interrogators. Then I heard the padlocks being unlocked and the front of my box prison was opened. Arms grabbed me and helped me to my feet and I was taken back inside the building where I had been questioned earlier in the day. To my relief, the hood was pulled off and the muzzle gag unlocked enabling me to spit out the jock. All the shackles were removed and I was led to the shower block where I was told to clean up while two guards stood watch nearby. I was pleased to find that the water was warm and as I washed my stinking body, I began to feel brighter and more relaxed. I even dared hope that maybe my interrogation was over and that soon I would be free to get out of this place. Looking back, I wonder how I could have been so naïve.

After what was one of the most refreshing showers of my life, I was led to a cell and put in completely unshackled and naked apart from the CB which was still firmly locked in place. There was a bottle of water provided for me to quench my thirst. One of the guards told me that I would be left there for an hour or so to consider my position. “Rest assured”, he said, “if you don’t tell us what we want to know, your interrogation will continue and you may not find our methods very agreeable”. I replied again that I did not know what they wanted and pleaded with them to let me leave and get back to London. Both guards just laughed as they closed the steel door locking me in the holding cell. I sat on the floor drinking the water wondering what I could do to persuade them of my innocence. I realised that only Nick could help me and he wasn’t to be seen. I felt somewhat annoyed by his absence wondering what he thought he was up to letting me into this situation. I thought back over the events of the past twenty-four hours or so with a mixture of annoyance and incredulity but as I did so I was aware of my cock hardening in its plastic cage.

After some time I heard the door being unlocked and the two guards returned accompanied by the third one whom I have referred to before as the chief interrogator. “Well David”, he said, “after your not exactly pleasant morning, have you anything to tell me?” I started again to explain that I was just visiting Nick for the weekend when he cut me short saying, “very well then, we will just have to persuade you a little more”. With that the other two guards grabbed me by the arms and immediately gagged me with a leather muzzle gag which was locked in place. As I grunted unintelligibly into the gag I was marched out of the cell down a corridor and into a room, which looked like the camp gym.

I was dragged to the end of the room where there was a metal crossbar running across and just below the ceiling. Running vertically down from the middle of the crossbar was a wooden pole with a leather belt attached about half way down which ran through a hollow cut out about 40 centimetres long in the middle of the pole. I was forced to bend over by one of the guards while the other one thoroughly lubed my ass. Below the crossbar there were two wooden box like structures about 40 centimetres in height and 60 centimetres apart. I was told to stand with my left leg on one and my right leg on the other. While I did this my arms were raised above me and leather suspension restraints were locked on my wrists and each was attached to the crossbar by a short chain. The crossbar was placed at a height, which just allowed me to place the ball of each foot on the boxes. I realised at once that I could not stand flat on the boxes without causing extreme pressure on my arms or alternatively to relieve that I would have to grab hold of the chains and try and support my weight that way. The leather belt was then locked around my waist preventing me from moving my body off the pole but allowing me to move up and down within the limit of the 40 centimetre cut out. I was trying to work out what the purpose of this was when one of the guards approached with a steel upright on which there was a butt plug. He fixed the upright to the floor directly below my exposed ass. Almost at once he moved the boxes on which I was trying to balance a few centimetres further apart. I immediately tried to regain my balance as my body dropped towards the plug. I knew now the purpose of this device.

At this stage several squaddies entered the room to watch and began to shout abuse. I grabbed at the chains holding my wrist restraints, which enabled me to stay above the butt plug. But as my arms tired I began to slip down and had to resort to standing on my toes as I tried to keep my balance. The belt locked around my waist prevented me from moving my body away from the threatening butt plug. As I strained to keep off it, my leg muscles began to ache and I began to sweat profusely. I shouted into the gag begging them to get me off this device but my grunts and moans were met with jeering from the assembled squaddies who had clearly been brought in to watch my ordeal. Every few minutes the chief interrogator asked me to tell them what they wanted to know. I grunted into my gag trying to tell them that I knew nothing about their war game and this response was met by one of the guards moving the boxes apart by a few more centimetres. Now my legs were spread-eagled as I fought to keep my feet on the boxes. The pressure on my arms increased and my biceps were burning with the strain. I knew I could not hold out much longer. Once more I pulled myself up on the wrist chains, but just then the guard kicked the boxes from under me. I struggled to hold myself up by my wrists but muscle failure set in and I slowly slid down on the butt plug. I shouted into the gag as the plug pushed its way into my ass. Briefly I tried to lift myself off it but fell back down again forcing the plug deep inside me. As it pushed on my prostate my cock swelled inside its cage and the assembled company of spectators jeered all the more louder. I did not know whether I was in heaven or hell……..perhaps both……. as my cock indicated to all who were watching my torture. Now impaled on the butt plug I tried to reach the floor with my feet but the upright had been placed at just the right level to prevent me touching the ground. Again I tried to raise myself up by my arms but it was no use. I was exhausted and did not have any strength left in my arms. It was all I could do to try and limit the pain of the plug deep inside me. Although the gag prevented any intelligible coming from my lips I looked directly at the guards begging them with my eyes to be taken off the plug. All this time there were shouts of “faggot! Look at his cock; he’s enjoying this, the pervert! Why not leave him there all day!”

By now the pain was growing, as I had never experienced anything up my ass before. As the pain began to increase my cock started to go soft. This was noticed by the guards who, after consulting each other pushed the boxes back close together enabling me to pull myself slowly but painfully off the butt plug. At the same time my arms were released and I was helped down. My gag was removed and I immediately begged again to be released. “Not until we break you”, was the reply from the chief interrogator. “The solution is in your hands, just tell us what we want to know”. I said nothing as I was brought over to a platform where I saw a leather body bag. I was quickly lifted on to the platform and while one guard forced my legs up in the air another pushed a metal plug into my now very sore ass. Expertly and quickly my arms were forced into the internal sleeves of the body bag, which was then secured tightly around my exhausted body. Plugs were inserted in my ears and an integral heavy-duty hood was pulled over my head. As I again begged to be released a gag was inserted into my mouth silencing me once more. Unable to see, hear or speak, I felt straps being attached which secured my already leather encased body to the platform. All seemed to go silent. As I lay there in my leather prison I felt a tingling in my ass. My cock began to swell again in its cage. As the tingling grew and began to become less pleasurable I realised the metal butt plug must be an electro device. I strained to hear if anybody was near me but all was silent. The plug was clearly on a random programme as its intensity ranged from low to very high. I tried to anticipate the levels but I could not work out the pattern. My cock was straining to break out of its cage……….the electro stim continued inexorably and suddenly my cock exploded as it spontaneously shot its load. I had never had an orgasm so powerful as this but as I revelled in my sexual pleasure, the electro stim continued unabated.