Extended Leave Part 8

Author: prisonerx
Title: Extended Leave Part 8
Date: 05 January 2006

The events of the previous few days began to take their toll. Although I struggled a bit more in my confinement and tried to make myself more comfortable, my exhausted body surrendered to the inevitable and I fell into a deep sleep.

I was awakened by the swaying of the bag which contained my bound body and the sound of a motor again and I realised that I was being lowered to the ground. My entire body was aching, not least my hog-tied legs and I was desperate for release from my confinement. I felt a rush of cool air as the bag was opened and my rubber and Darlex encased body was pulled out. Very quickly my ankles were released from their restraining chain, the straitjacket removed and, bit by bit, my captors stripped me of the rubber suit and attached hood and gag. I lay on the floor stretching my limbs and trying to ease my aching body. Standing over me were two guards who, as usual, were wearing balaclavas so I could not see their faces.

After a few minutes they helped me to stand up and one of them told me to stand still as, to my relief, he began to unlock the metal belt, which was still imprisoning my cock and balls. He also removed the butt plug causing me a moment's pain as it passed out of my ass. I was then led to a door at the back of the room where there I saw a shower, toilet and a bath with steam rising from the warm water it contained. "You have half an hour 253", said the guard. "You may use the bath and the shower and no doubt you will also need the toilet". The next half hour was for me pure luxury; it was the first time since I had come to this place that I was not subjected to severe restraint and other abuses. My body relaxed and I began to feel somewhat human again. I also realised that I was hungry and thirsty and that I had no idea what day it was or exactly how long I had served of my imprisonment at this place.

The guard returned as he said, within half an hour. He was accompanied by a colleague who I saw was holding a cb3000 in his hand. I was told to stand while it was locked on my cock and balls. Perhaps it was because of the regime of the previous few days, but I remained soft as the cage was locked on, once again imprisoning my cock. I was handed a jockstrap, which had my number on it, told to put it on and was then led out of the building across the courtyard to another building where I was given something to eat. All this time I remained silent as I was relieved at the fact that I was not gagged or wearing any other restraining device. I was afraid that if I said anything, asked any questions or otherwise protested I would soon be hooded and gagged once more. That was something I really wanted to avoid at this time.

As I sat there in relative comfort compared with the previous days, I thought about my situation. Yes, I had voluntarily come to this place but that was for what I thought was to be three days before moving on to join my friends in France. But maybe I had taken on more than I thought. There had been very intense and hot horny times; of that there was no doubt. But I shuddered when I thought of the long hours of discomfort, desperation and pain that I had endured and was not keen at that moment to experience again. However as my cock began to swell in its CB prison I knew that somehow this was an experience I wouldn't want to have missed. I knew I could trust my captors not to exceed the limits of safety and I was happy with that. But could I take anymore just now, I wondered. I knew then that this was where reality met fantasy. Yes, it was clear that I could have a hot, intense, horny time, but that all came at a price. My body was still aching, I was still quite tired and, if offered the chance to sleep in a comfortable bed unrestrained, I knew I would leap at it! Even a relaxing drink at some local bar would have gone down well with me then. But I did not expect to given such a choice.

I had obviously been deep in thought, (and still very tired), as I suddenly realised that I was alone in the room. The door to the courtyard was open but no sound came from outside. For a moment I thought about escaping from this place. But then reality of my situation once again dawned on me. Even if I managed to cross the courtyard unobserved, the gates were likely to be locked. If by chance they were not I needed to be able to find my travel bag which contained my clothes, money, credit cards and passport. I was sitting at the table clad only in a jockstrap and of course my cock was still imprisoned in its plastic cage. It was very quiet outside and I began to suspect a trap had been set as had happened previously and I did not like the thought of some further punishments being inflicted on me at that time. I was also aware that I had not seen or heard David and Jeff for sometime and I knew that they had to be around somewhere. I decided to walk over to the door and try and see if anybody was about outside.

I looked around but all was quiet in the courtyard and there seemed to be nobody around. However, my experiences of the previous few days told me that somebody, somewhere, was probably watching my every move. Not having my watch and having spent most of my time here hooded I had no idea what day it was or what the exact time was. As usual, the sun was shining and it was very warm. From the position of the sun in the sky I reckoned it was early to mid morning. Outside the door I noticed a bench seat so I sat down and decided to wait for somebody to appear or something to happen. It was quite pleasant in the warm sun and I sat there thinking again of what I had got myself into. It was a bizarre situation I thought. Although not physically restrained and free to walk about, talk, (if there was anybody to talk to!), see all around me I was still controlled, still a captive somewhere in the Spanish countryside, or as the waistband of my jockstrap showed "number 253". I began to feel more relaxed and I began to doze off in the warm sun.

I woke with a start as somebody roughly shook me on the shoulder and shouted, "stand up 253!" I looked up to see two of the usual hooded guards standing by me and walking across the courtyard towards me were David and Jeff. My hands were grabbed and leather mitts pulled over them, which were then padlocked and cuffed behind me. I was led back inside and pushed against the wall. One guard used his booted foot to push my legs apart while the other conducted what he called a "security search" forcing his latex covered hands into mouth, then afterwards under my armpits, then he pulled the front waistband of my jockstrap, felt roughly around my caged, (and now swelling) cock and finally he pulled my ass cheeks apart and ran his fingers up into my ass. This was unnecessary of course but I knew it was designed to remind me, (as if I needed reminding), of my status as a prisoner.

I remained silent although I was tempted to protest, as I knew I would be gagged if I said anything. I was told to turn around and facing me were David and Jeff who had just then entered the room. David smiled as he surveyed the semi naked and cuffed prisoner in front of him. My cock was now rock hard and straining hopelessly to achieve a full erection. Both David and Jeff noticed this with satisfaction. "It looks like 253 is more than ready to shoot his load" said Jeff with a broad grin, "just as well we've taken measures to prevent that." "Indeed" said David, "he's not here to suit himself but rather to suit us and I think he's beginning to learn that."

"We've been impressed with how you've endured your ordeal here so far, 253, so we've decided to offer you a choice", said David. "Your original term here was to be three days, as you know, but because of your continual infringement of the rules, that was extended to 14 days. That means you have well over a week to go".

My heart sank………I had no idea of time as I have said but it seemed to me that I had been there for at least a week, possibly more. "So we are going to offer you a choice", said Jeff. "We are prepared to release you sometime in the next 72 hours subject to your completing the next phase of your detention to our satisfaction. I must warn you it will not be easy but having observed how you have endured the past few days, we think you will be able to take it. It is your choice; the alternative is that you complete the full 14 days subject to much of the regime you've experienced already. As we've made clear, the choice is yours. I emphasise that what we are saying is you will be released SOMETIME in the next 72 hours. So that might be 12, 24, 48 or 72 hours, only we know that. During that time should you wish to stop this phase, we will stop it at once. But a word of warning, if you request such a halt you will remain here until you have completed 14 days detention."

My mind was racing. The thought of being freed sometime soon rather than enduring many more days of abuse was like a wish come true. But I had no idea what Jeff meant by "the next phase". And if it was more than I could take I was facing completing the full 14 days anyway. Nobody said anything. Jeff and David were looking directly at me and I could see the eyes of the guards under their hoods staring straight at me as well. "We are waiting for your answer", said David. I took a deep breath and said, "I agree". "Are you sure about this", said David, "once agreed there is no going back". I hesitated for a moment, I thought about the previous few days and concluded that if I had managed to get through all of that, then the chance of being released maybe as early as the next day was a chance worth taking. "I agree", I repeated.

"OK", said Jeff. "Guards, take 253 to the top security wing and follow the programme as discussed at our meeting this morning". "We'll see you later 253, although you may not see us", said David with a laugh. As I was led away I heard Jeff saying to David, "now we'll deal with 249". I had forgotten about 249! Where had he been I wondered, the poor guy had suffered more than I and it seems they hadn't finished with him yet. But as I was led from the room my mind turned to what lay ahead. It was easy to agree to David and Jeff's proposal but I knew it would not be easy to endure whatever ordeal they had planned for me.