Taken Care Of Part 2

Author: prisonerx
Title: Taken Care Of (Part 2)
Date: 13 November 2009

Far from relaxing as Dirk had suggested, Sandro tried loosening the straitjacket by struggling as best he could. He rolled over on the ground, all the time trying to pull his arms out but he soon realised that he was no escapologist! It was useless. His silent captors clearly knew their job. As beads of sweat rolled down his face from his forehead from his efforts to escape he realised that there was nothing he could do other than wait and see how long he would remain in this state. He was conscious that during his futile struggle, his cock remained hard, or as hard as it could be, given that it was imprisoned in a steel chastity device. And this was very frustrating as he had a great desire to cum, which was denied him by the presence of this cruel device.

Accepting his dilemma, (he had no choice!), he managed to make himself as comfortable as possible by propping himself against the wall. His mind was racing as he wondered what he had got himself into. Although somewhat apprehensive, he was strangely calm as he realised that he was now living a fantasy he had often thought about. He relaxed a little more as he remembered that he had told his friend, Gerry, about this motorcycle service shop and that he had arranged to go there on Friday. Gerry told him that he had heard about this place. Sandro remembered he had smiled as he said that he understood that, while it had a reputation for providing a very good service for the bike, it was also well known in certain biking circles for offering the bike owner an unforgettable weekend. Sandro wondered if Gerry knew more about this place than he had said. The answer to that, however, would have to wait until he returned home, and just now he didn’t know when that would be. Clearly he was going nowhere just now!

He had no idea how long it was since he had been imprisoned but it seemed like several hours. He could hear the sound of motorcycle engines and other noises coming from the workshops. He also heard voices from time to time but although he strained to listen, the voices were too faint for him to make out what was being said. He tried shouting for attention but all his gagged mouth could produce was a muffled grunt and some saliva dribbling down his chin. Time passed slowly, or did it? He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been in the cell. His only point of reference was that he had arrived at midday as arranged. He struggled to his feet and tried again to loosen his straitjacket while knowing inwardly that it was a hopeless task. His shackled ankles allowed a little movement, but in such a small cell there was no space to walk, or in his case, shuffle.

As he was thinking about sitting down again, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The leather-clad figures of his silent captors appeared in front of the barred door. The door swung open as it was unlocked and Sandro was grabbed by both of them and led out of the cell. For a moment he thought he was going back outside, but instead of going back the way he came in, he was taken in the opposite direction. He was led into a large room where Dirk was seated at a table. Dirk told his escorts to remove his straitjacket. As Sandro stretched his stiff arms, his wrists were immediately shackled loosely in front of him. “I will have your muzzle removed, but if you so much as utter one word it will be replaced immediately. Do you understand?” said Dirk. Sandro nodded and Dirk told the escorts to remove the muzzle. While one of them attended to this, the other one brought some food to the table and Sandro was told to eat. “I’m sure you must be hungry”, said Dirk, “We like to look after our guests here, but you had better eat now as I’m not sure when your next meal will be as we are very busy in the workshops today”.
As Sandro ate his food he had a chance to observe his escorts who were standing close by and, as usual, remained silent. They were dressed as before, head to toe in tightly fitting bike leathers, wearing gloves and their helmets had mirrored visors. As a result, he could not make out any facial features, but instead saw the reflection of his face in their visors. Their silence was a little unnerving, but Sandro knew better than to say anything, as he did not wish to have his muzzle strapped on again.

As Sandro finished eating, Dirk rose to go saying, “ I will see you later. As I said earlier, your bike will be ready on Monday. I daresay you might be interested to see the workshops at some stage. I shall arrange for that later. I think you will find it very interesting to get an inside view of the work we do here. As for now, these guys will look after you and see you are secure for the rest of your stay. They will show you the toilet facilities and anything else they think you might need. But as you may have noticed, they are not very talkative!” Turning to the ever-present escorts he said, “you know what to do with our guest here. I’ll leave you to it.” Sandro heard his footsteps disappear down the corridor and the sound of the heavy metal door to the workshop clunking shut.

As soon as Dirk had left, the escorts grabbed Sandro by his arms and led him out of the room. He could hear faint sounds coming from the workshop again and his cock started to stiffen as he wondered what any customer would make of what was going on in the rooms behind the workshop. Two leather clad guys escorting a guy, naked except for a metal device covering his cock and balls while his wrists and ankles were shackled. Sandro said he needed to piss and without receiving any verbal answer, his escorts led him to a toilet where he relieved himself with some difficulty not being used to having to piss while locked in chastity.

On leaving the toilet, his head was grabbed and a gag was forced into his mouth and padlocked securely. Before he could see anymore, a heavy spandex hood with no eyes or mouth opening was pulled over his head and he was forced up against a wall. His ankle shackles were removed and leather restraints strapped on in their place. His legs were spread and his ankles secured to metal rings protruding from the wall. His wrist shackles were removed and leather restraints strapped on in their place. His arms were forced up and his wrists secured to metal rings above him. He felt his chastity belt being unlocked and as it was pulled off, his already stiff cock erected. He felt a little embarrassed but his silent escorts remained just that………silent. The silence was broken by the sound of an electric clippers being switched on and before he had time to react he felt it moving up and down his spread-eagled body as his body hair was shorn. He tried to struggle but he was tightly stretched against the wall and had very little chance to move. Next his pubic hair was clipped and then he felt cream being applied and followed seconds later by the strokes of a razor as any remaining hair or stubble was removed from his manhood. He was now sporting a raging hard on but neither of his escorts so much as touched it.

A jet of cold water took him by surprise and his hard on quickly subsided. As it did, he felt his now limp cock being forced back into the metal tube, which made up part of his chastity device. Within less than a minute he locked in chastity again. His arms and wrists were released from the metal rings and he was pushed forward and his head forced into a set of stocks. The stocks were secured around his neck and as the hood was pulled he saw one of his escorts holding the hair clippers. He shouted into his gag as his hair fell to the ground as his head was shaved. His head was released and he was manhandled onto a long narrow table and secured to it by a series of straps. Whoever these guys were, they clearly had done this before, thought Sandro as he tried to come to terms with was happening. Within minutes his arms and then his legs were being wrapped in wide gauge duct tape. Finally his taped arms were pinned to his torso by the application of more tape which also enclosed his legs from his thighs down to his ankles. He tried to struggle to avoid it but the straps held him securely and as the tape enclosed his body the straps were removed one by one. As it approached his head he shouted into his gag but his captors paid no attention. His gag was removed but immediately replaced by another gag, which had a hole in the middle and tube attached to ensure his airway. His ears were plugged and as his shaved head was wrapped his vision disappeared and all went dark. He felt his lower body being lifted and something passed underneath it. This was followed by his middle torso and then his shoulders. The silence was broken by the sound of a motor. He felt his body being lifted into the air. After a few seconds, the motor stopped and the mummified form, which was Sandro, swung gently in a horizontal suspension.

In his office, Dirk switched on the monitor on his desk. As the picture came to life he saw a mummified form suspended horizontally from the ceiling and, as he watched, this helpless, anonymous form, seemed to try and move but the tight bindings were clearly too much for his entombed guest, or to be more accurate his prisoner. The silence in the room was only broken by intermittent noises as Sandro tried to speak. The leather clad silent figures of the escorts were also visible as they kept watch over their mummified prisoner. He switched off the monitor and, picking up a set of keys, he headed out of his office towards the steel door at the back of the workshops.

Meanwhile Sandro tried to move his arms and his legs but the tight cocoon prevented any real movement. He tried to strain his muscles but to no avail. His plugged ears blocked out any external noises and all he could hear was the sound of his breathing as he inhaled and exhaled through the tube in the centre of his gag. Unable to hear, speak or see anything, he was left alone with his thoughts. As he hung there, his body temperature slowly increased and he began to sweat. His cock tried without success to erect as the chastity device ensured that his manhood remained confined to its metal prison. As his frustration grew, Sandro tried again and again to bring himself to orgasm, but the tight bindings covering his body from head to toe combined with the unforgiving metal tube that imprisoned his swollen cock made this impossible. He tried calling out to demand his release but the gag ensured his words were reduced to an unintelligible mumble. Reluctantly he accepted that there was nothing he could do other than wait until his hosts decided to release him.

As Dirk approached the steel door, he was joined by two of his staff who had just finished work for the day. They were still dressed in their work overalls. Opening the steel door he motioned them to enter and they all walked quickly towards the room where Sandro was suspended, mummified and silent, observed by the escorts. As Dirk entered the room, the escorts took off their helmets revealing leather hoods that covered their heads tightly and which were locked in place. The hoods had a built-in gag, which, if Sandro had been able to see them, explained why they had remained silent. Dirk unlocked their hoods with his keys and said “OK guys, time to have something to eat and take some rest. You’re off duty until midnight”. The escorts removed their leather hoods and took off their gloves, boots and bike leathers and stood there clad only in their briefs. At the same time the two staff members who had come in with Dirk stripped off their work overalls and work boots and handed them to the escorts who then put them on. The escorts then left while the new arrivals got kitted out in the bike leathers and boots. They then pulled on the leather hoods, which Dirk then locked in place.

Although his ears were plugged, Sandro could still hear a little and he was certainly aware that there were others in the room with him. He strained to listen as Dirk said, “Take him down in thirty minutes. The workshops will be closing shortly so we shall be able to proceed with arranging his accommodation for the night. I will join you later to check out that our guest is being accorded all facilities we have to offer to make sure his stay here is something he’ll always remember”.

Sandro’s cock continued to strain against its metal prison and, in an attempt to lessen the discomfort he was now feeling, he tried to think of other things in the hope that his cock would soften and relieve the discomfort. The more he tried, the harder his cock seemed to get. Images flashed across his mind of a helpless mummified form suspended in mid air, with only the sound of breathing betraying the fact that the cocoon contained a human being. He had seen such images on the Internet many times. They were a favourite fantasy of his but this time it was no fantasy. It was real; he was now one of those images. His mummified form hung helplessly from the suspension straps as he waited for, indeed hoped for, release from his now increasingly sweaty and hot skin-tight prison. More than that, he craved the opportunity to relieve his raging hard on.