Extended Leave Part 2

Author: prisonerx
Title: Extended Leave Part2
Date: 24 August 2005

The affect of being shackled hand and foot combined with the weight of the chains made walking difficult for me. I shuffled along as best I could guided by the two Spanish speaking guys who I now began to think of as guards. Everything had happened so quickly after my arrival at this place that I was still trying to come to terms with my situation. On the one hand I had been looking forward to a few days fun before commencing my travels around the Continent; on the other hand I was feeling somewhat apprehensive about what lay in store. I knew that I could trust these guys…..after all this was not the first time I had met them. We shared mutual friends and had talked many times about the possibility of my visiting them in Spain. It was natural I thought to feel a little apprehensive now that the fantasy was a reality. I was now their captive and in my current situation there was little I could do about it.

After what seemed to me quite a long time but was probably just a few minutes, (trying to walk while heavily shackled makes each centimetre seem like a metre), I heard a door open and immediately I could feel that it was cooler. Whatever this place was, it was shaded from the bright sunshine. I could hear voices and was aware of the presence of other people. The ground underneath my feet was no longer warm, indeed it was refreshingly cool. I realised that it was probably made of stone or a similar material. It was also a little easier for me to walk on.

A minute later I felt my hood being pulled off and as my eyes adjusted to the daylight I saw that I was standing in a small courtyard characteristic of many Spanish houses. It was surrounded on all sides by what looked like farm outbuildings all about 30 metres tall. There was a small gap at one end where there was a wooden gate of the same height. This I realised was the "door" through which I had just come. I saw David standing talking to Jeff and I was led up to him. I was desperate to ask him a few questions but of course the gag prevented me from saying anything.

The voices I had heard on entering the courtyard belonged to six other guys that were standing around watching me. They were all clad in jock straps, bright orange in colour with a number printed on the waistband. I noticed immediately that they were all wearing shackles similar to mine but none were hooded or gagged. Nearby were eight other guys, all wearing balaclavas, clad in black one-piece suits and army style boots. David turned to talk to them. "OK guys, this is our latest inmate as you can see. He will be known as inmate 253 and will be with us for some time, rather longer than he planned I think but that is the consequence of his breaching our house rules even before he got here! And I don't have to remind you what that means. He is to be treated as a maximum security inmate." He then turned to the guys in jockstraps and said "any attempt by you to assist his escape will lead to severe consequences………not that I think there is much chance of that as you know. Inmate 249 has learned that the hard way as you can all see." I noticed that all of what I now had to call my "fellow" inmates" were looking beyond me. I turned around and at once my imprisoned cock began to swell as my eyes took in the sight before me.

A wooden scaffold stood at one end of the courtyard. What I can only describe as a leather "object" was suspended from the crossbar. Either side of him two guys wearing balaclavas stood watch. "As 253 has just arrived I feel it is fair to repeat the details of 249's punishment so that our new inmate is under no illusions about our intention to maintain discipline here"

As I continued to stare at the scaffold I heard David relate the details. Apparently 249 had been an inmate for an agreed period of 3 days. He had been stripped and subjected to an over all body shave including eyebrows. He was then forced to put on rubber shorts complete with a butt plug. A catheter was inserted in his dick and a chastity device was locked in place but allowing the catheter tube to be pulled through. He was then zipped into a tight rubber bodysuit complete with hood without eyeholes but with an opening for a piss gag. A rubber straitjacket followed and finally he was securely locked into a leather bodybag. A leather hood was then pulled over his rubber hood and a gag pushed in with the catheter tube attached. 249 was now completely sealed in layers of rubber and leather unable to see or speak, indeed unable to do anything until his release. As the sun rose so the temperature inside increased. I could only imagine his feelings of complete helplessness. Given many litres of water to drink he was now left to recycle his own piss to help quench his thirst. The ever-watchful guards were nearby to check that nothing unsafe occurred.

As I looked at this guy or the leather object that was 249 he began to writhe and struggle. It was then I realise that David was holding a remote control. "The final punishment" said David, "his butt plug is electro and his balls are also wired." The figure continued to jerk and writhe and muffled noises could be heard, as he no doubt tried in vain to plead for his release. My cock was now raging hard and I found it difficult to endure the discomfort as the steel pressed relentlessly down on it. I tried to shout out but the gag prevented me.

At a signal from David two guards approached me and lead me off to one of the outhouses. As I shuffled along I had a last look at the tormented figure still writhing on the scaffold and my cock continued its hopeless fight against its metal prison. To my surprise they removed my gag, warning me beforehand not to speak unless they said I could. I nodded enthusiastically……it was a great relief to be able to stretch my aching jaws. I was given some bread and cheese to eat and water to drink. I was also allowed to use the toilet, which I did with some difficulty because of the ever-present chastity belt. How I wished that I could at least get out of that!

I felt better after the food and water and the absence of the gag. Even though I wanted to ask questions I didn't say anything mindful of the warning the guards had given me. But it was to no avail. The next thing I knew was a heavy-duty leather hood was being pulled over my head. There were no eyeholes and very quickly a pecker gag was forced into my mouth. I heard the distinct noise of padlocks closing and I knew I was locked in. Once again I was lead outside blind and dumb. I heard Jeff telling the other inmates to introduce themselves to me. What was this?!! I stood there as one by one guys I couldn't see came up to me and said hello and welcome. I thought this was absurd but as they remarked about my chastity belt and ran their shackled hands around my thighs I realised that this was all part of trying to humiliate me and it was working. I tried to say something intelligible but of course the gag prevented me and they just all laughed.

After a few minutes I was lead away in complete silence. My world was now silent and my inability to see caused my imagination to start playing on me. How long could I take this I wondered but then I realised that shackled, hooded and gagged there was little I could do about it unless I had some help. And that was unlikely!

On entering one of the buildings, no idea which one of course, the shackles were removed. I was told to clench my hands in front of me and then felt leather mitts being pulled over them which, of course, were padlocked in place. I was then told to kneel down and crawl forward. I quickly realised that I was being placed in a cage. My ankles were once more shackled and I heard the cage door close and the click of a padlock. I tried moving around trying to work out the dimensions of the cage. It was a bit larger than I first thought. I began to realise how tired I was so I lay on my back trying to rest while my mind raced over the events of the day. I drifted into a fitful sleep. I don't know how long it was before I was woken by somebody shouting, "wake up 253!" I sat up and was told to kneel up. The guard, (unable to see I assume it was a guard), opened the cage, removed my gag attachment and gave me some water. He then pulled my head down a bit and I felt something metallic closing around my neck. I was now kneeling with my head locked in stocks, which were part of the cage door. I felt something pushing up again the nose holes and mouth hole of my hood. "Lick it", the voice said. I hesitated…."lick it I said!" I pushed my tongue out and felt a smooth material, (lycra maybe?) under my tongue and I could detect the unmistakable scent of male cock. I tried to pull my head back but of course it was fixed in the metal stock. And then my mouth was filled one again but this time it was not a gag but the moist cock of whoever this was. I started to caress his cock with my tongue while my dick started to swell once more only to be stopped by its metal prison. "You realise that you have just breached another prison rule", the voice said. My hearted pounded, I tried to pull back but of course there was nothing I could do. He forced his dick further in and I was gagging as it swelled in my mouth. As suddenly as he had entered my mouth he pulled out and the gag was forced back in. I felt the stock removed and I was pushed back into the cage.

As the cage was locked again I lay there once again in my leather darkness wondering what the consequences of my "breach" of the rules would lead to.