Holiday to Hell part 4 - Transport

Author: jamestg
Title: Holiday to Hell part 4 - Transport
Date: 01 August 2013

I was told I needed to be prepared for transport to the institute and once again the option of a zap from the taser and a dose of that drug was the threat that made me comply. I hoped the preparation involved me being untied as I was starting to ache and desperately wanted to get the gag off.

The stretcher was wheeled into a plain white room. Two men came in and began undoing my restraints. They told me not to move or guards would come in and I would regret it. Once all the straps from the stretcher were undone I as allowed to sit up. One of them started undoing my gag but they warned me not to speak or make a noise. Next they started to undo the straight jacket. They were both laughing about undoing the crotch straps and saying how they don’t want to set it off again. I felt my face go bright red, so many people have now seen my hard cock yet I am still embarrassed. They undid the rest of the jacket and took it off. Next they asked me if I needed the toilet. I said I did and they took me into another room that had a toilet and sink they told me if I touched my cock I would have to be restrained again. I was expecting them to leave but they just stood there. I pulled my disgusting, practically solid with dry cum, shorts down and used the toilet with my new friends watching. I got up and wiped my ass then went to shake my cock when one grabbed his taser and pointed it at me. I froze and he told me to stop what I was doing and just wash my hands. I bent down to pull up my shorts when the shock hit me again “you don’t listen” one said. They both jumped me and in the struggle my t-shirt was ripped off. The hand cuffed me behind my back and pulled my shorts back up causing me to moan when my sensitive cock touched the shiny material. They then dragged me back to the previous room where some chains now sat on the stretcher with some leather items and the gag again along with a bottle. I was held by one of guards whilst the other fitted heavy shackles with chains to my ankles. There was a long chain that went from the shackles to the back of a thick metal belt which they fitted to my waist and locked it. Next they took the handcuffs off and put my hands in small leather bags that held my fists in a ball before locking on heavy steel shackles that were attached to either side of the belt. I was then told to drink the contents of the bottle that I was told contained a protein shake and then the gag was locked back on. With that I was told my transport had arrived and I was lead out to a prison van.

At the van some paperwork was signed along with the now standard pointing at my cock and I was put in a cell. The cell had a moulded plastic seat that I was strapped to with the kind of seat belt racing drivers use. A belt over each shoulder, belts at the waist and at the crotch. Once they were done up they pressed a button on the wall that pulled all the straps tight, too tight, then left the cell locking the door behind them. It had been about 2 hours since I was milked dry yet I was now desperate to cum again. I knew I shouldn’t but I tried to wriggle in my seat to get off against the crotch straps but I was held too tightly. It wasn’t until the engine started sending vibrations through the seat and the straps that I regretted my desire and my sensitive cock. It was like the prison van had been designed with the sole purpose of torturing me and my cock. No matter what speed the van did the vibrations continued but only when it was just below what I guessed was top speed was it enough to make me cum. I don’t know how when I was dry 2 hours ago I had managed to make so much more but my cock pumped away giving 4 good loads before drying up again. Each time some cum would be forced through my shorts but most ran down my cock and balls collecting by my ass and soaking through the rear of my shorts. I was drained but at some point the van must hit slight traffic and maintained that deadly milking speed for some time causing me to pass out. I came too when the belts were loosened and I fell forward slightly. The van had stopped and my cell was being opened. The guard could not believe what he saw and locked the door again. When he returned it was with 4 men dressed all in white. They looked at each other before saying something I did not understand. I saw the prison van guard press the button on the wall again pulling my seatbelts tight again before one of the men in white coats approached me, shook his head and suck me with a needle. Within seconds everything went black.