Innocent Victim Part 4

Author: prisonerx
Title: Innocent Victim (part 4)
Date: 06 July 2003

Time was passing by very slowly for Richard. If a visitor had entered the cell they would have seen a shaved body, naked except for a heavy leather hood covering the head, suspended from the ceiling in a leather harness and swinging very gently as if a light wind was blowing through the room. The hooded figure moaned from time to time as the weights attached to the parachute around his balls swung gently pulling inexorably on his manhood. Richard had tried to remain as still as possible but even the slightest movement caused the weights on his balls to swing and the weight attached to the chain on the nipple clamps also caused him extreme discomfort. There was nothing he could do to help himself. Prisoner 4317, as he was now known just had to wait until his guards returned and released him from his ordeal. In spite of that Richard's cock was almost constantly hard and as his dick jerked upwards so the weights continued to swing. Although it was cool in the cell Richard was sweating and from time to time he felt trickles of moisture run down his back and also down his stomach from his tortured tits. And still time passed slowly or that is how it seemed to him in his silent cell unable to see or speak. He strained to listen constantly in the hope of hearing somebody approaching who would release him from his torture. Richard fell into a fitful sleep, as he had not had a proper night's sleep since meeting Chris. He awoke with a start as he heard the sound of keys in a lock. He moaned into his gag as once again the weights pulled on his balls and tits. "Well 4317, have you thought further about confessing"? A voice he recognised as that of Chris was talking to him. Richard remained silent as he tried to avoid any movement that would add to his discomfort. "We have a stubborn prisoner here," said Chris talking to Jim and David who had followed him into the cell. "Not for the first time, but we have plenty of time to get him around to our way of thinking" replied Jim with a grin. Chris approached the suspended figure of Richard and grabbed his erect cock. He started to massage it while Richard thrashed around in a hopeless attempt to avoid Chris's attentions. He tried to protest as Chris relentlessly worked his cock but his words made no sense as the gag did its job. Richard was right on the edge as Chris continued to massage his tortured balls and cock. He shouted into his gag as he shot his load causing the weights to pull harder on his cock. Chris grinned as Richard moaned in ecstasy. "Glad you two guys are here to see this," he said to David and Jim. "Prisoner 4317 has cum without permission. You guys are witnesses to this serious breach of prison regulations. He will have to pay for this". Richard was furious, as he had no control over his orgasm. His captor had forced it and now he was to be punished. "OK guys, you know what to do. I will see 4317 later", said Chris as he left the cell. Richard felt the harness being lowered and as his feet touched the floor the parachute was taken off. He was grateful for the relief on his balls but felt a very sharp pain as the clamps were taken off and the blood flowed back into his tortured tits. David and Jim supported him as he was marched out of the cell and down the corridor. He was led into yet another room and the harness was taken off his shaved body. His hands were cuffed behind his back and his hood was then removed. For a moment Richard couldn't see properly as his eyes grew accustomed to the light. He saw that he was in a large room that had no windows but was well lit by electric light. One side of the room was lined with metal bars behind which he could see three figures in orange convict suits, shackled in chains with their heads encased in rubber gasmasks. They looked like the prisoners in the pictures he had had seen on television of the prisoners the Americans were keeping in Guantanamo bay. He didn't know whether they could see him or not as it was not clear whether the gasmasks had been painted over thus denying the wearers any vision. One thing was sure, they could not speak. Richard's cock began to stiffen at the site before him. "I would try to stop that that 4317 if I were you" said David who had noticed Richard's increasing hard on. Richard soon realised why David had said that as he saw Jim carrying a metal chastity belt. "As you jacked off in breach of the rules you will be locked in chastity to prevent any further breaches of the rules" said David. Richard was ordered to bend over and he obeyed without objecting. He was realising that any resistance on his part led to just more severe punishment. He was aware of the unmistakable feeling of lube being applied to his anus. Jim then started to fit the belt onto Richard whose semi-erect cock was making it difficult. In addition to this he felt a plug being forced into his butt. He thought about objecting but remained silent as a rubber plug was pushed into his lubed hole. After several somewhat painful attempts to fit the belt Richard's cock was flaccid enough for the device to be securely locked in place and the plug was firmly held in his anus. His cock was now imprisoned in unrelenting metal and he could feel the plug pushing against his prostate gland. The cuffs were then removed and Jim handed him a rubber catsuit telling him to put it on. It had been lubed and Richard stepped into it as ordered and soon was clad in tight fitting rubber. His cock hardened in its metal prison but this was only the start. Jim was holding a heavy-duty rubber straitjacket with hood attached. Richard realised that there was no point in resisting so he obediently stretched out his arms as he was enveloped in the heavy rubber. His arms were tightly strapped and the jacket secured by straps around his crotch. The hood was pulled over his head and again everything went black as he entered a world of darkness. There were no eyeholes in the hood but he was grateful for the fact that there was a mouth opening and breathing holes around his nose. Richard then felt shackles being applied to his wrists and ankles all connected to a chain which was placed around his waist. Once again he was chained from head to foot. He was forced to kneel down and then he was helped into what he quickly realised was a cage. Unlike the prisoners he had seen briefly he was unable to stand up such was the size of the cage. He heard the cage being locked. Richard heard Jim and David leave and then tried to move around a bit and test his restraints. He soon realised that there could be no escape. He was unable to see and bound tightly in two layers of rubber. His cock was straining against its metal prison and he moved around trying to find the most comfortable position while the plug continued to push against his prostate. He was getting warm and soon began to sweat in the confines of his rubber prison. As he was free to talk he called out to the others in their cells but as he thought all they could do was grunt in reply. Richard was now feeling very thirsty and was hungry. He had had nothing to eat or drink for many hours. Eventually he decided to call out. After a few minutes he heard the door being unlocked and David's voice. "Problem 4317"? "I need a drink and something to eat," said Richard in reply. David laughed but said he would get him some food and water. After what seemed a very long time to Richard he heard the door being unlocked again. Something was pushed into the cage. "There are two dishes there 4317" said David's voice. "one with water in it and the other with some bread and milk". "How can I eat it?" said Richard, "while I am restrained like this"? "That's up to you prisoner, your mouth is free isn't it"? said David, "you have 15 minutes". Richard realised that he would have to try and eat using only his mouth. He struggled to get himself onto his stomach and located the dishes. He lapped up the water with his tongue and tried to eat the bread and milk. Although he couldn't see, he was aware he was being watched as he heard David, Jim and Chris laughing at his attempts to feed himself. He felt utterly humiliated but he was desperate for food and drink. "Now perhaps you are beginning to realise your situation 4317" said Chris. "just confess and make life a bit easier for yourself". Richard struggled to turn over on his back having cleared the dishes as best he could. Once again his cock was trying to escape form its metal prison. "Maybe they are right," he thought. "Perhaps I should do what they want and confess". But his legal training kept coming back to him. "Why should I, I am innocent". He heard the cage being unlocked and thought for a moment he was going to be let out. Instead a gag was pushed into his mouth and the cage re-locked. "Sleep well 4317, if you can," said Jim's voice. Richard lay on his back sweating in his tight rubber prison, unable to see or speak while his cock struggled against its steel prison and the butt plug continued to push against his prostate. For the first time since he had left his office the previous Friday he began to feel apprehensive. He was desperate to escape. He struggled against his bondage but all he succeeded in doing was to torture his imprisoned cock. He had lost all track of time. Was it Saturday or Sunday? He didn't know. If it was Saturday he would normally be out in the West End of London having dinner with friends and dressed in his designer clothes. Instead he was being held prisoner in an unknown location and stripped of his personality. He was a number now locked in inescapable bondage, unable to see, speak and most of all these guys were controlling his manhood. He felt his cock stiffen. The more he struggled the harder it got and the unrelenting pressure of the butt plug only added to it. But there was still the paradox. He was finding it difficult to tolerate his imprisonment but his cock was enjoying it. But what if he was imprisoned forever. Again his cock reacted but he was also worried. What awaited him tomorrow? Richard made one last attempt to cum. It was hopeless. The chastity belt was unyielding. He was a prisoner in all meanings of the word.