The Bike Test 1

Author: prisonerx
Title: The (Bike) Test 1
Date: 13 March 2010

Sandro awoke with a start. He opened his eyes but all was black; he could not see anything and for a moment he wondered where he was. But the sound of a motor engine and the feeling of motion soon brought him to his senses. He was seated on a metal chair, wearing his motorcycle leathers with his wrists strapped tightly to the chair’s arms, his ankles to its legs and his chest strapped firmly to its back. His hands were locked into tight leather mitts and his head was covered in a tight spandex hood obscuring his vision. Try as he might, he could not move as the restraints kept him firmly secured. As the security van transporting him to his destination drove along at a steady 80 kph, the events of the past few days came flooding back into his mind

One month previously, Sandro had qualified for a full driving licence and had taken delivery of a new 750cc motorbike. He spent the next few weeks familiarising himself with this powerful machine which had quickly become his pride and joy. Once he was happy that he could handle it safely he decided to spend a weekend touring the countryside, which, he hoped, would also offer him the chance of testing the performance of the bike on the open road.

Having spent the Saturday enjoying himself riding around parts of the country he had not visited before, he decided to return home on the Sunday by taking a route, which his map indicated, would take him on a long straight section of road that was perfect for riding at high speed. As Sandro thundered along at in excess of 160kph, he did not notice the police radar “speed trap” partially obscured behind some trees. Slowing down as he approached a small town, he noticed a police roadblock ahead manned by several officers. He brought his bike to a halt and two of the officers approached him. One of them asked him to get off his bike, remove his crash helmet and produce his driving licence. As the first officer examined his licence, the second one asked him if knew what the speed limit was in this area. Sandro replied that he was a stranger in the area but that he assumed, that like much of the surrounding area outside of towns and villages, there was no speed limit.

“Your bike was clocked doing in excess 150kph a few kilometres back down this road which is well in excess of the limit, sir,” said the officer. Sandro’s heart sank as he realised that he was likely to have to pay a fine of, maybe, several hundred Euro but also have his newly acquired licence endorsed. “We have been plagued by motorcyclists ignoring the speed limit in this area”, continued the officer, “so the local bye-laws have been changed to provide for stricter penalties to deal with this. I shall have to arrest you and you will have to appear before the courts, tomorrow morning. You will be detained overnight at the local police station.”

Sandro was somewhat shocked as his new motorcycle, his “pride and joy”, was secured to a low loader and driven away as he, too, was driven away in a car to the local police station where he was charged formally with the speeding offence and detained in the cells. That night he had little sleep as he thought about the events of the day. He decided that there was no point in denying the speed he was travelling at, as the police radar had, no doubt, registered it as he sped by. But he intended to use the fact that he was a stranger in the area as a mitigating fact and hoped that his fine would not be too high and that, as a first offence, he might avoid having his licence endorsed.

The following morning, Sandro was driven to the local court where he sat for several hours waiting for his case to be heard, as there were other cases ahead of him. These all seemed more serious and none concerned road traffic offences. Indeed, in Sandro’s view, several seemed to concern “real” criminals charged with assault or similar offences involving violence.

At last, it was his turn. Sandro nervously answered to his name when it was called out and formally pleaded guilty to the charge. The police officers gave their evidence; the magistrate turned to Sandro and asked him if he had anything to say. Sandro confirmed that he had been speeding but explained that he was a visitor to the area and was not aware that such strict limits had been imposed. He also drew attention to the fact that this was a first offence.

The magistrate said that the local authorities had taken draconian measures to deal with what they regarded as an increasing menace in the area and consequently had instituted severe new penalties, which they called “a short sharp shock.” Consequently, in accordance with the new byelaws, he had no alternative but to sentence him to ten days in a detention centre. For a moment, Sandro thought he had misunderstood but as he was led away by two policemen, he realised he had heard the magistrate correctly.

Minutes later, he found himself in the basement of the courthouse where his hands were immediately strapped and then locked into leather mitts and cuffed in front of him. While a police officer completed some paperwork concerning Sandro and his sentence, another explained to him that he would be taken to a nearby detention centre to serve his sentence. Just as he was about to be taken to a waiting car, another police officer approached and said that they had heard that the centre nearby was full and not taking any new inmates.

For a brief moment, Sandro thought he would probably have to pay a fine and possibly have his licence endorsed instead of being detained for ten days. But his hopes were dashed. Following consultation with the court officials, it was agreed that he could be sent to a privately run detention centre, which, while high security and used to detain more serious offenders, had room available for additional inmates.

Within minutes two guys dressed in the uniform of a private security firm approached him and led him outside into a yard where he saw a prison van. The driver told the security officers that all inmates were secured and he was ready to go. As Sandro was led to the van a spandex hood was pulled over his head. He objected loudly and tried to get it off but as his hands were cuffed and locked in mitts there was nothing he could do about it. He stumbled as he was manhandled up the steps into the van and seconds later was pushed backwards into a narrow compartment and forced to sit down. His cuffs were quickly removed but his wrists and ankles were secured to the chair. As he struggled to try and free himself his chest was strapped tightly to the back of the chair. He heard a metal door banging shut and the sound of a bolt being shot home. Moments later, an engine started and he felt the van beginning to move. Sandro knew that wherever he was going it was not home.

He was still somewhat shocked by the events of the previous 24 hours and apprehensive about what lay ahead but as he sat there in darkness he realised that his cock was stiffening underneath his bike leathers. As he continued to try and loosen his bonds, his erection grew. For Sandro this was a new and strange experience. While he had known for sometime that the male body sexually aroused him, he had never experienced such feelings when tightly restrained, but then, this was hardly surprising as he had never been in such a situation before.

Unable to touch his groin area he found there was little he could do to pleasure himself. As the van drove on, he drifted off to sleep.