The Bike Test 2

Author: prisonerx
Title: The (Bike) Test 2
Date: 14 March 2010

At the detention centre, the staff were preparing for the arrival of the latest intake of inmates. In an average week they received up to two vanloads of offenders whom the courts had sentenced to varying terms of imprisonment. Because it was a high security establishment, they only received serious offenders who were likely to be detained for periods in excess of three years.

The routine was the same every time. The paperwork issued by the courts was checked and the newly arrived prisoners were processed according to the practices established when the detention centre first opened.

Sitting at his desk in his office, the director of the centre cast his eye down the list of the new detainees who were expected that afternoon. “Nothing out of the ordinary here”, he thought, “the usual serious offenders, some of whom have been here before”. The he noticed one name added to the typed list by hand. It was, of course, that of Sandro and the period of detention was given as ten days. Thinking it was a mistake, as his centre only dealt with those offenders sentenced to long periods of detention, the director made a phone call to the court office to check this out. On being informed of the circumstances which resulted in Sandro being sent to this centre, the director left his office and headed to the prisoner processing area.

Addressing the staff on duty he said, “ detainee number six on today’s list has been sent here under the new ‘short, sharp shock’ law. He will only be here ten days so he is to be placed in the special treatment wing and not in the main prison with the long- term inmates. On arrival, he is to be processed like any other new inmate. As we have no details of what this ‘short, sharp shock’ treatment consists of, he will be under my personal control and I will decide what is to be done with him. Let me know once he has been processed”.

Sandro awoke to the sound of loud voices and he realised the van had come to a halt. He heard bolts being unlocked and realised that the adjoining cells in the van were being emptied of their occupants. Still tightly secured, unable to see anything he listened intently as he waited to be released. He wondered what lay ahead and felt somewhat apprehensive. The earlier feeling of sexual arousal had passed as he thought about his dilemma. “After all”, he reasoned, “how unfair is this to end up with serious offenders while all I did was exceed a speed limit!” Suddenly he heard the bolt on the door being drawn back and he felt somebody releasing the restraints on his arms and legs. He was pulled to his feet, his hands, still locked in mitts, were cuffed in front of him and he was led out of the cell, down the steps of the van and into an adjoining building.

After a short walk, he was ordered to stop and turn around. His hands were uncuffed and the leather mitts removed. His hood was pulled off and, as his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked around him. He was standing in a large barred area, like a big cage, which was to one side of a windowless room. Standing beside were five other guys whom, he assumed, had been in the van with him. Outside the cage area there was a long counter, behind which sat two guards dressed in the uniform of the private security company which ran the detention centre. Several other similarly dressed guards stood around the room closely watching the new arrivals. A guard approached the cage and handed each detainee a large plastic bag. “Strip off and place your clothes in the bag”, he said. The other guys immediately began to undress but Sandro hesitated. He was not happy to strip off in public and he said so. The guard repeated his order adding that, if Sandro refused, one or more of the guards standing nearby would forcibly strip him.

The others were now naked and had put their clothes into the bag as directed. One by one they were led to the counter where they gave their name and handed over the bag which was labelled with their details and locked away. Each guy was then searched by two guards who checked out every orifice in their body before leading them through a door behind the counter.

As Sandro, rather hesitantly, took off his boots and began to unzip his bike leathers, he watched this with a mixture of slight horror and at the same time some excitement. To his embarrassment he felt his cock beginning to swell; he was now standing clad only in his tight black briefs and he knew it would be obvious to the watching guards that he was having an erection. As he packed his bike gear in the bag, a guard shouted, “get those briefs off otherwise they will be cut off!” As Sandro pulled the briefs down his cock sprang out like a coiled spring. “Hey, guys”, shouted the guard, “look at this…..seems we have some sort of deviant here, some sort of pervert!” Before he had time to react to this comment, Sandro was dragged out of the cage and found himself subjected to an intimate body search. While all the guards laughed and made comments, two of them proceeded to check all over his body with their latex gloved hands; Sandro’s cock remained hard in spite of his feelings of acute embarrassment.

After what, to Sandro, seemed like an hour, but was only a couple of minutes, he was led through the door into the next room. “Ok, this will not take long assuming you co-operate”, said one of the guards, adding very quickly, “if not, we will have to do it the hard way, and judging from your cock, you might enjoy that”. At this stage, Sandro’s cock had softened a little as he considered the reality of his situation. His mind was racing as, while he was still somewhat shocked about the events of the past few days, he was discovering something new about his sexual interests, perhaps at first a little strange, and not anything he had thought about before, but not at all unwelcome.

His head and wrists were secured in a set of stocks and before he could work out what this was for, one the guards switched on an electric razor and quickly and expertly shaved Sandro’s head. As his hair fell to the ground, he found this arousing and once more it was impossible to prevent his the guard noticing. He was moved to a long table where, once strapped down, his cock and balls were shaved and his entire body was shorn of what body hair there was.

Unknown to Sandro, his processing had been watched, with increasing interest by the director on CCTV. Indeed, on seeing the reaction of Sandro’s cock, to what was happening, the director had smiled to himself. “At last”, he thought, “perhaps the coming days will provide me with some personal entertainment which will be a change from the boring routine of my work”. He picked up the internal phone and called through to the room where Sandro was. “I noticed that that young guy who is here for ten days has certain tendencies that we do not encourage in this place. So fit him with a cock cage before he is taken to the special treatment wing”.

The guard, who had taken the phone call, left the room but returned a few minutes later carrying a small bag and a plastic bottle. Sandro, still secured to the table, watched as the guard approached him. The guard opened the bottle and poured a little of the contents on Sandro’s ball and cock. He spread the lube evenly and quickly and forced Sandro’s cock and balls into a silicone chastity device. This had an immediate effect on Sandro’s cock, but as it swelled he felt discomfort as the device acted to prevent his erection. “Ok, that’s it”, said the guard, “you will now be taken to your cell”. Sandro was released from the table and led out of another door and down a long flight of stairs to the floor below.

As he was led along a corridor he saw a number of barred cells which lined one side of the corridor. Many were empty but in one or two, he noticed oblong objects suspended from the ceiling. As far as he could see they seemed be made of a heavy cotton material. He thought, for a moment, that he heard a groan as he passed one, but decided he must have imagined it. He had no idea what these things were, but did not dwell on it, as he was more concerned about the increasing discomfort he felt as his cock tried unsuccessfully to erect while caged in his chastity device.

One of the guards unlocked a barred gate at the end of the corridor and Sandro was led in. His hands were grabbed immediately and tight fitting mitts were pulled over them and locked in place. Another guard entered the cell carrying a large white object, laid it on the floor and spread it out. Sandro was pushed down told to lie on it; as he did so it was pulled up about his ankles and thighs and his arms were pushed into internal sleeves, thus rendering him helpless. As he started to ask what was happening, a gag was pushed into his open mouth and secured with a padlock at the back. Sandro was being secured in a heavy-duty cotton body bag. As the laces tightened around his torso and straps were buckled tight, a hood was pulled tight around his shaven head and all went dark. He tried to say something but the gag filling his mouth ensured his silence.

As he lay there he felt (and heard) chains being attached to “D” rings across the shoulder area of the bag. He heard the sound of an electric motor starting and very quickly felt himself being lifted of the ground. Within seconds his helpless body was swing gently in the air several metres above the floor. His cock reacted very quickly and he found himself suffering severe discomfort as it stiffened in its cage. For a moment all was quiet, but then he heard the sound of a metal grate, (or something similar), being opened. The motor, once more sprang into life, and the cocooned form of Sandro was lowered slowly into a deep hole below the floor of the cell; it was in fact an oubliette. The grating was closed around the chains, below which swung the hooded, silent object that only two day’s before had been the carefree motorcyclist enjoying a biking weekend.

Sandro tried to move a little, but all he could manage was to cause a slight movement from side to side. His raging hard-on did not abate, whatever he tried to do or think of, in the hope of relieving the discomfort. Attempts at any other more pleasurable relief were futile……..the chastity device ensured that! He was alone, the silence only broken by the sound of his breathing and the beating of his heart.