The Bike Test 3

Author: prisonerx
Title: The (Bike) Test 3
Date: 17 March 2010

Two hours passed, although in his cocooned form, denied sight and speech, Sandro had no idea how long he was left in the oubliette. As he turned things over in his mind it seemed to him that it had been a long time since he was the carefree motorcyclist enjoying testing his new bike to its limits. He did, however, think that his punishment for a mere speeding offence was rather severe even for the conservative authorities who made the by-laws in the area he was visiting. But whether or not that was true would have to wait for another time. Right then, he was having to deal with his current dilemma.

Although he knew he was utterly helpless, from to time he made futile attempts to escape from his bondage. His struggles only resulted in his body bag swinging gently on its chains and his cock stiffening in its silicone prison. He was realising that, regardless of his apprehensions about his punishment, the strict form of restraint to which he had been subjected was causing him to be sexually aroused in a way he had not before experienced. Although, initially, he dismissed such thoughts from his mind, his rock hard cock was evidence to him that he was really turned on by all of this. He tried desperately to cum but the combination of the silicone chastity device and the tight body bag made this impossible.

Meanwhile, in the floors above Sandro, the daily routine of the detention centre was carrying on as normal. The evening meal was being prepared for the inmates and would be served as was normal in the centre’s canteen. In his office, the director was thinking about what to do with Sandro. He had no idea what the “short, sharp, shock” law set down as to the treatment or punishment of those offenders subjected to it and the court office had provided no details. But he knew that he had custody of Sandro for ten days so he happily concluded that it was up to him to decide how to deal with his young detainee. Having observed Sandro’s reactions to his treatment so far, the director was not short of ideas. He made a couple of phone calls to members of his staff and then walked out of his office and headed in the direction of the canteen.

Having accepted that there was nothing he could do to help himself, Sandro had resigned himself to waiting until somebody came to release him from the oubliette. Unable to see anything because of the tight hood covering his shaved head and gagged mouth, he hung there listening intently in the hope of hearing somebody entering the cell above. Eventually the silence was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. He heard voices and the sound of the metal grate being opened. As the motor sprang into life and he felt himself being pulled upwards towards the surface, his caged cock stiffened and his heart began to beat more rapidly as he wondered what lay in store for him. As his bound body was pulled clear of the oubliette he was lowered gently onto the floor of the cell. As the laces securing him in the body bag were undone he felt the cooling effect of air on his sweating body. He was pulled out of the body bag onto his feet and as the hood was removed his eyes adjusted to his surroundings and he caught a glimpse of the two guards in attendance. From what he saw, they were of a tall athletic build, and were dressed in the uniform of the private company that ran the detention centre. Before he had a chance to notice anything else, his gag was unlocked but immediately replaced by a ball gag, which was locked in place, and a spandex hood was pulled over his head and, once more, he was unable to see. His ankles were shackled and his hands, still locked in leather mitts, were cuffed in front of him and he was led out of the cell and back towards the stairs leading to the upper floors.

Meanwhile upstairs, the other inmates were gathering in the canteen for their evening meal. The canteen was a large rectangular room with long tables running the length of the room where the inmates sat when eating their meal. As they queued up to collect their trays of food, they noticed that a pillory had been set up at one end of the room. This became a talking point as it was not a normal fixture in the canteen and they all wondered why it was there that evening. They did not have to wait long to find out.

As he struggled in his shackles to walk up the stairs, Sandro knew that wherever he was being taken, at least it was at ground level. He could smell food which made him realise that he was hungry, as he had not eaten since the morning. In addition, as he shuffled along in the company of the guards, he could hear the sound of voices, many voices, just like one hears when entering a bar or café full of people. His guards stopped for a moment and, as the sound, more accurately the noise of voices grew louder, Sandro realised that a door had been opened and he was entering a room full of people.

While the inmates sat around the tables eating their evening meal, talking, arguing and generally acting as they did on any evening, a door opened at the end of the room where the pillory was situated. The buzz of conversation ceased as they watched in amazement as two guards entered escorting a naked, hooded, shackled figure and led him towards the pillory. Very quickly they noticed that, although wearing no clothes, his cock was caged and what was more, it was very obviously trying to erect. As quickly as the buzz of conversation had ceased, the noise level rose again as inmates began to shout and jeer at the hooded, chained figure being led to the pillory.

As it dawned on Sandro that he was being led stark naked into a room full of people, he tried to resist but his guards held him tight as they dragged him forward. Although unable to see anything, his feelings of acute embarrassment were not at all diminished, as he realised that he was being put on show in front of a group of men, that on a normal day he would never like to meet. Although his stomach was churning, his cock relentlessly hardened and as it strained to free itself of its silicone cage, there was nothing he could do to stop it. As it twitched he knew that the eyes of the assembled company would be focussed on his manhood, once they had spotted the device locked in place. As if to confirm what he already knew, as he entered, the room fell silent, only to erupt in shouts, laughter and lewd remarks as he was led towards the pillory.

Standing behind the pillory, Sandro’s cuffs were removed from his wrists, his neck was forced down and forward and his head and his leather-mitted hands were locked in the pillory. Now forced to face forward and unable to move, Sandro’s cock hardened yet again. Although feeling very embarrassed by his current situation, the more he thought about it, the harder he got. As for the inmates, all thought of eating was soon forgotten, as they shouted and jeered at the hooded and naked figure in the pillory. Shouts of “pervert” and “faggot” reached Sandro’s ears as the inmates noticed his obvious hard-on quickly followed by “get his hood off”.

As if in deference to the crowd, Sandro’s hood was pulled off and, his eyes having adjusted to the light, he saw a room full of men, all of whom it seemed, were staring at him. As his eyes met theirs, he felt further humiliated and his cock grew harder. It was now causing him extreme discomfort as it tried to escape from its cage. In an effort to relieve the discomfort, Sandro tried thrusting forward, which resulted in his caged cock twitching in its bondage and loud cheers of derision from the assembled inmates. The ball gag pressing relentlessly into his mouth resulted in dribbles of saliva falling to the floor, which provided further entertainment for the inmates. There was nothing he could do. His humiliation was complete as hundreds of eyes stared at his naked bound body with his twitching caged manhood straining to get free.

One hour was allowed for the evening meal and recreation after which the inmates were locked in their cells for the night. Having either finished their food or abandoned eating because of the “entertainment”, the inmates started to leave the canteen. Many chose to leave using the doors at the opposite end to the pillory, but others walked up towards Sandro and shouted abuse and ran their hands over his caged cock squeezing and pinching it hard. Several passed behind him and pressed hard against his naked ass while pinching his exposed nipples. Some of this caused Sandro to cry out in pain, which resulted in further dribbles of saliva dropping to the floor. The gag muffled the sound of any cries and in spite of embarrassment, humiliation and pain, Sandro’s cock remained rock hard.

When all the inmates had left, the guards released Sandro from the pillory and led him to a table where he sat down. His gag was removed, but not before he was warned, that if he said anything, it would be replaced immediately. The leather mitts were removed and he was given something to eat, which he gobbled up in minutes, as he had not eaten since early that morning.

Just as he was finishing his food the director entered the canteen and walked up to Sandro and said, “No doubt you are wondering what is going on here this evening. You are not here because, like the other inmates, you have committed serious offences against society. Indeed up to now, you seem to have led a blameless life. Unfortunately for you, you have fallen foul of the new byelaws in this area brought in to deal with the menace of those bikers, who think they can ignore road traffic regulations and ride around in our local areas in a reckless manner at high speed with no regard for the safety of other road users. Those byelaws provide for what our rulers like to call a “short, sharp, shock”.

“As this centre is for serious offenders only and, as such, has no provision for dealing with individuals sentenced to a “short, sharp, shock”, I shall be personally overseeing your stay here and deciding on how best to provide this “short, sharp, shock”. You will be confined to the “special treatment wing” which is segregated from the main part of the detention centre. And I might say that, from what I’ve observed of you, it is just as well you will be segregated. In places like this, inmates don’t take kindly to guys like you who, how shall I put this, have certain tendencies, regarded by many as perverted. I, however, take a broader view of such tendencies, as do these two guards here, who have looked after you since you arrived. They will take you to your overnight accommodation. There is one other detainee held there as well; he has been segregated for the same reasons as you although he is a serious offender. However, you have no need to worry about that, as he is not in a position to cause you any problems”.

The director left and Sandro was taken back down the stairs to the floor below. The guards first brought him to a washroom where he was allowed shower and use the toilet. He was then led along the corridor past the cells he had seen earlier on his way to the oubliette.

The guards stopped by one of them and one of them unlocked the barred gate on the front of the cell while the other one flicked a switch outside which caused a light to go on in the cell. Sandro immediately noticed a large black sack hanging from the ceiling. For a moment, his heart sank as he thought he might end up, yet again, suspended as he had been earlier. He was about to say something when he heard a low moan and detected a slight movement in the sack. He realised that there was someone in the sack! “This is the detainee that the director referred to earlier”, said one of the guards. “As you can see, he will not be bothering you”, he added with a broad grin.

Meanwhile the other guard was at the back of the cell unfolding what seemed to be a one-piece biker suit. He then reached into a pocket in his uniform and pulled out a small bottle of lube and also a rubber butt plug. Sandro was forced to bend over while his exposed hole was lubed by the gloved hand of one of the guards while the other one pushed the plug firmly into Sandro’s ass. Sandro let out a low cry as the plug pushed pass his sphincter and settled in place.

He was then told to put on the leather suit. Although it resembled a biker suit, it had been adapted and was, in fact, a heavy-duty bondage suit. The arms were extra long making the top part a form of straitjacket and the legs had straps attached which, when buckled together, would prevent any serious movement by the wearer. A head harness was then strapped on Sandro’s shaven head, a gag pushed firmly into his mouth and a heavy-duty leather hood was pulled over his head obscuring all vision. Once more, Sandro was plunged into a world of darkness. The arms were then pulled tight and buckled behind him as in a straitjacket. Padlocks were then applied to the buckles.

He was then pushed to the floor and, as he lay there, his leather covered legs were strapped together starting at the ankles and moving up as far as his muscled thighs. All straps were secured in place using a series of padlocks which Sandro could hear as they were snapped shut. Further straps were pulled under his crotch which pressed against the plug causing it, in turn, to press against his prostate. Sandro’s caged cock was now going wild as it stiffened rapidly and tried, to no avail, to escape its restraints. He grunted into his gag as he was carried to the back of the cell and lowered into long narrow steel cage. The top of the cage was then closed and padlocked.

He tried to test his restraints but soon found he had little room to move and anyway, such movement as he had, was severely restricted by his bondage. In addition to this, any movement caused him discomfort as the plug pressed inexorably in his ass causing his cock to react eve more. As Sandro lay there bound, hooded, gagged, plugged with his swollen manhood caged, he could hear the muffled grunts of his cellmate as he struggled hopelessly in his suspended prison high above the boy racer.
As the guards withdrew and locked the barred gate, they left the light on for a few moments as they looked back into the cell. Above them, the black leather sack swung slightly as its bound and gagged occupant grunted unintelligibly as he tried to escape. Meanwhile below in a steel cage lay a tightly bound, hooded and padlocked, silent leather object. The only clue that it contained a live person was the gentle movement of chest area up and down as its occupant breathed in and out.