Taken Care Of Part 4

Author: prisonerx
Title: Taken Care Of (Part 4)
Date: 22 November 2009

After lying on his back for some minutes, Sandro tried again to stand up but the dimensions of his prison ensured that he could not get off his knees. Although there was no blindfold attached to his hood, he could not see his leather-encased hands in front of him so dark was the pit in which he was imprisoned. Again he listened intently for any sound of movement or voices above him but aside from his breathing, there was nothing but silence. He made a half-hearted effort to pull the mitts off his hands but he knew that they padlocked in place and could not be removed without a key. He felt around the back of his hood but once again the padlocks locking first his hood and then his gag meant that he was wasting his time.

Eventually accepting that he could do nothing to help himself, he lay on his back again and tried to get as comfortable as his situation allowed him. As he lay there contemplating his hopeless position, his nostrils filled with smell of leather mixed with the smell of bike oil and other smells coming from the workshop. His raging hard-on did not diminish as his swollen cock tried to break free of its metal cage. He felt his eyes closing as slowly he drifted off to sleep.

Several times during the night he awoke with a start and, for a moment, he did not know where he was. But each time, as he lifted his head and it bumped against the steel doors that made up the roof of his prison, he was brought back to reality. On a couple of occasions he shouted as loudly as he could into his gag, but his muffled protests were met with nothing more than silence. He drifted off to sleep again.

The sound of voices and footsteps aroused him from his sleep. Above him the steel doors started to open and he covered his eyes while they adjusted to the daylight flooding in. Sandro struggled to his feet. It felt good to stretch his body having spent several hours in a cramped and confined position. He took his leather-clad hands away from his eyes and saw the familiar figures of the escorts standing above him. One of them dropped the steps into place and indicated to him to climb out of the pit. Sandro needed no second invitation! Aware of his shackled ankles, he carefully climbed the steps and as he emerged from the pit, his escorts grabbed him by his arms and led him back through the steel door at the rear of the workshop.

As he shuffled along, Sandro realised that he was feeling quite tired. He had had very little real sleep since he had left home the day before. He was hungry and very thirsty. The almost constant presence of a gag in his mouth was now making his jaws ache and he really hoped it would be removed before much longer. At least on this, he was not to be disappointed. He was led into a washroom and his escorts set about unlocking his hood, gag, the leather mitts covering his hands and his ankle shackles. His boots were pulled off and the escorts started to unzip his leather biker suit indicating to him that he should remove it. Naked apart from his steel cock cage, Sandro was left to perform his ablutions.

After having a shower and something to eat and drink Sandro was feeling a great deal better. He was seated at a table beside which his ever-silent escorts stood guarding him. His attempts to engage them in conversation met with silence. As he contemplated the leather-clad figures in front of him, Sandro felt his cock stirring in its metal cage. He placed his hand on the metal belt in a vain attempt to relieve his now mounting sexual frustration but nothing he could do offered him any such relief.

After a few minutes, Dirk entered the room and spoke to the escorts. “Time to get our guest stored for the morning as the workshop opens in 30 minutes”, he said. Sandro was taken back out through the steel door and into the workshop once again. He was led over to a hoist beside which a large canvas sack was lying. His hands were once again locked into leather mitts that were joined by a short chain in front of him. A leather muzzle was strapped in place preventing him opening his mouth, which, this time, was not invaded by a gag and then spandex hood was pulled over his head, obscuring his vision. He was made to sit down and he felt the canvas sack being pulled up around his naked body. Seconds later he heard a motor starting and he felt himself being lifted up towards the roof and for a brief second he panicked. But as the hoist pulled him upwards the sack twisted and turned gently and he relaxed once more. A moment later the motor stopped and the sack containing the bound and hooded Sandro was now suspended above the workshop. He struggled to make himself as comfortable as possible as he realised that this is what Dirk had meant when he talked of getting the guest “stored”.

A little while later he heard voices as the employees arrived for work followed by sounds of equipment being used as they went about the business of servicing and repairing motorcycles. His cock started to stiffen in its cage as he pictured the scene below him and wondered what the employees would say or think if they knew what was contained in the canvas sack five or six metres above their heads. As time passed, the sack began to get very warm and Sandro felt grateful that he was naked as he began to sweat quite heavily.

The motorcycle service centre opened for just a half day on Saturdays so at 1 o’clock all work ceased and the workshop was closed for the weekend. Sandro became aware of the fact that he could no longer hear any voices and that silence had descended on the workshop. He tried calling out, but the muzzle muffled his voice and, anyway, his cries were met with silence. Time ticked by slowly and he began to wonder how long he could endure his current predicament. Of course there was nothing he could do about it. He was not expected home until Sunday evening at the earliest and he had taken Monday off work as a holiday so he would not be missed by anyone until Tuesday. One part of him cursed himself for getting himself into this situation, but his now raging hard-on testified to the fact that he was aroused by the fact that he was reduced to the status of a captive, bound, hooded and gagged and stored in a canvas sack which was suspended several metres in the air.

Before he could think anymore about his situation Sandro heard a motor starting up and almost immediately the sack began to descend. Moments later he was being pulled out of it and as he tried to steady himself on his feet he was dragged back to the rooms behind the workshop. He was pushed into a wooden high backed chair and his wrists were unchained and quickly secured to the arms. His chest was secured to the back of the chair by means of a wide leather strap, his thighs were tightly strapped down and his ankles secured to the legs of the chair. He tested his bonds but, as before, he was going nowhere. He heard the now familiar sound of a motor starting up and, for a moment, he braced himself expecting to find himself being lifted upwards. But he remained firmly strapped to the chair on the ground. He wondered what was happening but his hood prevented him from seeing anything.

Sandro didn’t have long to wait to find out as his hood was pulled off revealing two mummified forms suspended from the ceiling in front of him. As he looked at these helpless silent figures swinging gently in the air, he saw that Dirk was in the room along with the escorts. Dirk walked over to Sandro and said, “these are our newly arrived guests. They arrived this morning while you were in storage”.

The spectacle of the helpless mummified figures suspended in front of him had an immediate affect on Sandro’s imprisoned cock and he felt a dull pain as his engorged manhood tried yet again to escape from its cage. He tried shifting in his seat to relieve the pain. Dirk who obviously noticed this said, “I see that this interests you somewhat. In fact, I’d say it excites you. When you telephoned me to arrange to come here, I asked you where you had seen our advertisement. When you told me which publication you had seen it in, I knew you were interested in our sort of hospitality. Since your arrival here, I’ve closely monitored your reactions to the treatment handed out to you. That brings me to the point of this conversation. I want to ask you whether you would consider a part time job here as one of the escorts. It would involve working here every weekend”.

Sandro could hardly believe his ears. His raging hard-on was testament, if indeed one was needed, to how he felt about this place. He nodded his head vigorously and at the same time tried saying “yes”, but because of his muzzle it emerged more as a grunt. “That’s a “yes” I take it”, said Dirk with a grin on his face. “Well I must warn you that if you say “yes”, it means accepting all that being an escort entails, and I mean all.” Again Sandro nodded his head vigorously. “In that case”, said Dirk, “I will make arrangements and you will leave here this evening and I shall expect you back next Saturday morning.” He walked over to Sandro and unlocked the muzzle. “Just to be sure, I will ask you again if you are willing to do this and accept all it entails.” Sandro, now free of his muzzle replied at once saying, “yes” in his clear voice and with a broad grin on his face.

Dirk nodded at the escorts who walked over to Sandro and started to release him from the bondage chair. But if Sandro thought he was free to go at that moment he was wrong. He was taken over to what looked like a medical operating table and made to lie on it. One of the escorts went to the corner of the room and returned carrying a leather body sack. While he was doing this, the other one began unlocking the metal chastity cage and removing it from Sandro’s cock. Before he could work out what was happening, he was expertly and quickly strapped in the sack and each strap was padlocked in place. Sandro was confused and started to ask Dirk what was happening but before he could complete his question he was gagged again and the gag locked in place. Finally the sack was opened midway down and his balls and now very erect cock were pulled outside. Dirk, who was watching this said, “I thought it appropriate that before you leave today and before joining my team of escorts, you are entitled to a little reward. Enjoy it, it may be some time before you get a chance to again”.

Sandro was puzzled by this comment, but his erect cock now dripping pre-cum was evidence that he was happy. As he lay tightly bound in the sack, Sandro watched as one of the escorts lubed his cock and then lowered a device from above the table. It resembled a milking machine for cows and suddenly Sandro realised that it was just that, except adapted for human use. He tried to pull away but there was nothing he could do, as the device was first attached to his hard dick and was then switched on. Slowly and inexorably it began to massage his dick driving him to levels of ecstasy and just as he thought he was about to shoot its load life, it shut off before starting again after a pause of a few minutes. It was for Sandro a new form of torture. Each time he approached orgasm, it was denied him. He shouted into his gag begging to be let cum but it was obvious the escorts were experts in cum denial. After what seemed to him like an eternity he was finally granted the release he was so desperate for and he shot his load. But the machine continued its work and as he now shouted into his gag begging for it to stop it continued to massage his cock unmercifully. All the while, Dirk was watching and when at last the machine was switched off he said to Sandro “it was necessary to do that to prepare you for your job as an escort. You will understand that when you leave this evening. Now we will get you prepared for your journey home, oh, and by the way, your bike is in tip top order so you should have no problems with it.”

Sandro was released from the sack, his gag removed and he was helped off the table. He was just pleased that his now soft dick had been freed from what had become a torture. One of the escorts brought his clothing to him but before he had a chance to dress, both the escorts grabbed him and the metal cock cage was locked back in place. He started to object but Dirk interrupted him and said, “you agreed to take the job of escort including all it entailed. I hold the key to your belt so I reckon we can be sure of your attendance here next weekend and every weekend after that! And don’t worry about wearing the belt, you will get used to it. Ask the other escorts”.

Sandro realised he had no alternative but to accept what Dirk had said. He looked at the escorts expecting a reply. Again there was just silence. He looked at them and said, “have you nothing to say?” They silently nodded their heads and as they did so they removed their helmets. Sandro stared in horror as he looked at their hooded heads and saw, for the first time, that they were tightly gagged. He looked at Dirk who just smiled and said, “I did say all it entailed”.