Extended Leave Part 3

Author: prisonerx
Title: Extended Leave Part 3
Date: 27 August 2005

In spite of my uncomfortable situation I had travelled quite a long way to this place and tiredness eventually overcame me and I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up with a start and for a few seconds wondered where I was. My cock was aching trying to get erect as usually happens in the morning. But of course it was trapped in the metal belt still locked around me. My jaws were also feeling sore as the gag had now been in place many hours and my hands were feeling stiff as they were still tightly locked in the leather mitts. I wondered how I had got myself into this situation. My world was in darkness so I had no idea whether it was day or night. I strained to listen and try and hear anything around me. But everything was silent. I recalled in my mind the events of the past day, or was it days, I didn't have any sense of time. I couldn't see, speak or move very far. Then I remembered that I was to serve 14 days here. But what about my friend in Madrid who was expecting me in a few days time? He and I were due to spend a few days together at his place before travelling together to visit mutual friends in France. He knew that I was visiting Seville first but didn't know the location of this place, which had now become my prison.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and a voice saying with a laugh "good morning 253, you slept well I hope?" At that moment I didn't appreciate his sarcasm but could only mumble into my gag in reply. I really wanted to be let out, given my clothes back and leave. As if he sensed what I was thinking, the voice said, " well today you will begin the rest of your sentence. You will soon get used to it, after all you signed on for this voluntarily." Three days was one thing I thought but I hardly expected to be detained for 14!! I heard the cage being unlocked and this guy who I couldn't see helped me out. I was very stiff, as can be imagined, so was glad of the opportunity to stand up. To my relief my gag was removed and the blindfold was detached from my hood. For the first time in many hours I could see. The voice belonged to a guy wearing a balaclava and dressed in the same outfit as the guards I had seen when I first arrived. It occurred to me then that apart from David and Jeff I had seen none of the faces of the guards. They were just anonymous figures all identically dressed. To my surprise the guard removed my shackles and unlocked the mitts covering my hands. He pointed to my left and said "the shower and toilet is over there……you have fifteen minutes to do as you please. I will be waiting for you." That shower felt like the best one I had ever had. In spite of the presence of the chastity belt I managed to clean myself well thankful for the chance to stretch my aching limbs. All too quickly my fifteen minutes had passed and the guard called me to get out of the shower. He replaced the shackles, pulled a spandex hood over my head and led me outside. After a short walk we entered a room where I could hear talking. The hood was removed and I saw David and Jeff seated at a table having breakfast. "I understand you broke another house rule last night 253", said David. I started to make a reply but thought the better of it. "Jeff and I have decided therefore that you will remain subject to strict control and discipline and all privileges will be denied you. This means although as part of your time here you will be working with the other inmates you will not be allowed any contact with them verbal or otherwise. Other measures will be employed to ensure you learn to obey house rules." I started to ask how I was supposed to know what these rules were when nobody had told me when the guard grabbed my head and quickly pulled a tight rubber hood over it and inserted a gag. The hood had eye and nose holes so I could still see and breathe. "That's the last we will hear from 253 for a while" said Jeff and he told the guard to take me away to be prepared for the day. I again tried shouting in protest but the gag did its job and silenced me.

Minutes later I was back in the room where I had spent the night. The guard was joined by a colleague and to my surprise he unlocked the chastity belt. My relief was short lived as quickly my anus and crack were lubed and a butt plug was inserted followed by the refitting of the belt. My cock began to stiffen as I felt the plug press on my prostate thus causing my cock to harden further. I grunted into the gag as my throbbing cock tried in vain to erect fully. My shackles were unlocked and I was told to put on an orange overall, which was given to me. I noticed it had the number 253 printed on it back and front. Finally just before the shackles were put back on I was told to put on the socks and boots which were on the floor. Clad in full convict gear but hooded in rubber and gagged I was led outside where the other inmates were lined up waiting. They were similarly attired except for the fact that none was hooded or gagged. We were then all chained together in chain gang style and marched out the door of the courtyard. As we marched along my head and face were beginning to sweat under the tight rubber hood and the heat of the day. I could feel the butt plug relentlessly pressing on my prostate and tried in vain to think of other things to stop my cock from staying hard. The other guys chatted as we marched along but I could not join in the conversation. Indeed I thought I was lucky to be allowed to see what was happening around me and where we were going. After a few kilometres we stopped for water and my gag was briefly removed in order to let me drink but it was firmly pushed back after I had my drink. I wondered what would happen if we came upon any passers by but the area was very remote. All the land around belonged to David and Jeff and no doubt they had chosen this property for its remoteness and privacy.

After what seemed like a couple of hours we arrived at our destination. It was a large clearing surrounded by trees and bushes. Clearly some work had been going on already as there were two small stone huts, which looked as if they had been built recently. I also noticed a large tent in one corner and the beginnings of a wooden structure in the middle of the area.

The chain attaching all the prisoners together was unlocked and some of the guys immediately started working on various tasks. Some went over to the wooden structure and others headed in direction of the tent. I was told to follow them to the tent. On entering it I saw a deep pit about 3 metres deep and 4 metres wide. The pit had a concrete floor and walls and a metal ladder attached to one side leading down into it. A steel cover lay alongside it attached by hinges, which could be closed over the top. Around it was a pile of excavated earth. We were ordered to shovel this into wheelbarrows nearby and take it outside the tent to another area of the site. I started to shovel the earth into the barrow. Each time I moved I could feel the butt plug pressing more and more. I was sweating a lot as the rubber hood felt tighter and tighter in the heat. Suddenly I shouted into my gag. The others looked at me hearing a muffled grunt. "Anything wrong 253" said one guy. I tried to reply but the gag prevented me making any sense. I dropped the shovel as I thrust around in my chains; the butt plug was an electro plug and shock waves were now shooting up my anus. For a moment they stopped but then I could feel them starting again. They were random so I could not anticipate when the next shock would come. The others realised what was happening and enjoyed the sight of me jumping around in response to the shocks. My cock was raging hard again and I could feel pre cum dripping through the steel belt onto my overalls. Very soon there was a wet patch that all could see. I was begging through my gag for somebody to switch off the electro but still it kept on relentlessly sending wave after wave through my arse.

I heard the sound of a vehicle arriving. It was a Land Rover driven by David with Jeff beside him. They came over to the tent to inspect the work. At that moment the electro ceased. I was so relieved and my cock began to soften which eased the discomfort in my belt. "What's that stain on your uniform 253…..have you been wanking?" said Jeff. I grunted and shook my head vigorously. "looks like it to me" said David with a big grin. "What do you guys think?" he said addressing the other inmates. To my horror they all shouted, "yes, he has, Sir!"

Jeff meanwhile had been inspecting the concrete pit. "It looks good, David" he said. "We just need to try it out and see if it serves the purpose we have in mind". "No time like the present," said David and looking at me said, "I think we have a suitable candidate." Immediately Jeff went out of the tent and called a guard. "Prepare 253 for the punishment unit." I looked around at the others trying to say something but it was no use. I was gagged and nothing I tried to say made sense. They all laughed and pointed at the stain on my uniform shouting "wanker! wanker!" knowing of course that the chastity belt prevented me from having any chance of cumming.

Brought outside I was soon stripped of my uniform and boots. A freshly lubed rubber body suit was produced from the back of the Land Rover. It had a back entry and I stepped with my legs easily sliding down to the feet. The gag was removed and replaced with a gag with a tube attached. The top was pulled over my shoulders and my arms were inserted in the sleeves. The sleeves ended in a mitt style so my hands were encased in rubber. Finally the hood which was an integral part was pulled over my already hooded head. The tube from my gag was pulled through the hood of the suit. Once again I was plunged into darkness. The zip was pulled up and then I heard the sound of the clicking of a padlock. I could feel somebody fiddling with the backside of the suit and I realised the wires from my butt plug were being pulled through. I was ordered to hold out my arms in front as a rubber straitjacket was pulled over my arms which were then secured behind my back. The securing straps were then pulled around my crotch. I could feel something rough on my tits…..can't be tit clamps I thought. It wasn't. The inside of the rubber suit at the area covering my tits had a rough surface and the slightest movement caused this to rub against them. As someone supported me I was told to place my already rubber covered legs into tight fitting boots and was then led in the direction of the pit. I was already sweating profusely under several layers of rubber. I was forced to lie on the ground and realised that I was being cocooned in a leather bondagebag. The straps were tightened and I felt something else being attached. I felt myself being lifted horizontally into the air. For a few minutes I was suspended in mid air. I felt something being attached to the tube of my gag. "253, a tube for feeding you has been attached to your gag. If you need to piss, feel free to do so as you are hardly in a position to get to a toilet. A guard will monitor your condition all the time and please wank as much as you like" said a voice I knew to be David's with a big laugh. With that I felt myself being lowered into the pit. I tried to struggle free but I knew it was futile. When the lowering stopped I realised I wasn't at the bottom of the pit but suspended half way down. As I tried to struggle a little I felt the shock waves of the electro start once more. "Please somebody help me" I mouthed hopelessly and unheard through my gag. But still in spite of my fear my cock hardened in its unforgiving cage as I heard the dull thud of the metal door close above me……….