The Bike Test 4

Author: prisonerx
Title: The (Bike) Test 4
Date: 22 March 2010

As Sandro heard the barred gate being locked and the sound of retreating footsteps, as the guards left, he tried to wriggle a little in his tight restraints but only succeeded in causing his cock to stiffen yet again. The slight throbbing feeling in his nether regions reminded him of the ever-present plug in his ass. After several minutes the grunting sound coming from the sack suspended above Sandro’s cage ceased. Clearly the unhappy occupant had given up his futile struggle and was resigned to spending the night in his leather prison. Sandro realised that he had no alternative but to do the same and as he lay there, a helpless leather object, he drifted off to sleep.

He woke several times during the night as he tried to turn as if at home in his own bed. After a brief moment of confusion, because all was black, and he was unable to see anything, he remembered where he was. The smell of the leather hood tightly covering his head, the gag filling his mouth and feeling of the plug pressing against his prostate brought the events of the last few days flooding back into his mind. Each time he tried to listen for any sound that might tell him what time of day or night it was. All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing and that of another coming from inside the suspended sack. Exhausted, he fell asleep again.

The sound of locks being undone and voices woke him with a start and he realised that it must be morning. Like many times at home, he was sporting a morning hard-on. But this time of course, his stiff cock was tightly encased in the chastity device causing him considerable discomfort, not to say frustration, as there was no way he could achieve any relief by bringing himself to orgasm. He lay in the cage listening, hoping to hear the sound of it being unlocked; he was thirsty and wanted to get the gag out of his mouth and to expel the intrusive plug from his aching ass.

The guards, however, were more interested in the inhabitant of the sack who was once more grunting as loudly as he could, as it was lowered slowly to the floor. The sack was opened revealing a figure clad from head to toe in a heavy-duty rubber body suit, his hands bound in rubber fist mitts in front of him, his ankles also bound together and wearing a rubber muzzle gag. As he was helped to his feet and his ankles were untied, he caught sight of the leather-encased object that was Sandro still locked in his cage.

Sandro, being hooded, could not see anything of this and could only listen as the guards stripped this prisoner of his rubber suit revealing his heavily perspiring body which was evidence of a very hot, sweaty and uncomfortable night of punishment in the sack. As they removed his muzzle gag, the prisoner said, “that’s that pervert we saw last night in the canteen, isn’t it? Just make sure you keep him here away from the rest of us otherwise there will be trouble for him!” The guards told him to shut up otherwise he would have to serve another period of solitary confinement and led him out of the cell, locking the gate behind them, and towards the stairs leading to the upper floors.

Sandro shuddered in his bondage. “Solitary confinement in this place must mean being confined in a suspended sack”, he thought. He was puzzled by his reaction. On the one hand he was horrified that such punishment existed in a detention centre such as this; on the other hand he found the thought strangely arousing and would probably have been even more aroused had he seen the hooded and bound victim as he was helped out of the sack. That said, having heard the comments the prisoner made, he was relieved that he was confined to the special unit away from the serious offenders.

But now, he was thirsty, hungry and increasingly uncomfortable and he desperately wanted to be released from his cage and to be freed from his restraints.

About an hour later, Sandro was to be found standing in the director’s office with his hands cuffed behind his back wearing nothing but the ever-present chastity device and a head harness, which kept a large leather, gag in his mouth. Earlier the guards had released him from his cage, removed his bondage suit, hood, the head harness and, to his great relief, pulled the butt plug out of his throbbing ass. He was escorted to a bathroom where he was allowed several minutes to carry out his ablutions. While doing this his chastity device was removed by one of the guards who forced his balls through a metal cock ring before, to Sandro’s disappointment, replacing the chastity device. He was then brought to a small room where he had something to eat and drink.

The director was seated behind his desk in his office. This was the first time Sandro had had a chance to take a good look at the director. He had seen him briefly the evening before in the canteen but there was so much happening then, he had not paid a great deal of attention to the director’s looks. He was quite a young looking man, who although he was 45 on his next birthday, looked somewhat younger. He looked very fit, something Sandro noticed at once, even though the director was dressed in a business suit, which did not display his athletic build to its best degree.

For his part, the director was running his eyes over his newest arrival and he liked what he saw. As Sandro was naked, the director noticed everything about his body particularly his muscled thighs and arms and as his eyes lit on Sandro’s caged cock, he felt a slight stiffening of his cock in his briefs. Sandro was following the movement of his eyes, and realising that they were focussed on his cock, he felt it beginning to stiffen in its cage. He thought he noticed a slight smile appear on the director’s face as the cage twitched slightly reacting to his stiffening cock.

“As you know, you should be serving your punishment at another centre, rather than this place which is usually reserved for more serious offenders,” said the director, breaking the silence in the room. “That is one reason why you have been segregated from the other inmates. Another reason is that it has come to my attention that, aside from any road traffic offences of which you are guilty, you also display evidence of certain tendencies which some might regard as perverted and deviant, but which have nothing to do with the reason you have been sent here. I make no judgment on that but I am obliged to carry out the sentence as handed down by the court.

The problem is,” he went on, “that because this is a serious offenders’ centre, I have no idea what the so-called ‘short, sharp, shock’ involves. Having consulted some colleagues, we have agreed a regime for you that we will certify as meeting the terms of the sentence handed down. For the next few days you will be in our personal care after which you will be free to go and get on with your life. Should you be tempted to complain about your treatment here after you leave, the certification will be withdrawn and you will have to return to the court who will then, no doubt, send you to the other centre, probably extending the period, as you will be deemed to have absconded after your first court appearance.”

The director pressed a bell at the side of his desk and the two guards, who had been his constant companions since the night before, entered the room. To his surprise he noticed that they were dressed as if they were going to the gym. Both were wearing black “Under Armour” black skintight t-shirts which emphasised their athletic build and compression shorts, which tightly encased a somewhat prominent bulge in their groin area and both were wearing “Nike” trainers. Sandro was led out of the room and down the corridor towards a door at the end. On entering it, Sandro saw that they were in a fully equipped gym, and being a regular user of his local gym, he recognised most the equipment.

Sandro’s cuffs were removed as well as the head harness and one of the guard’s told him he would be working out there everyday while he was detained. However, lest he thought that this was an “easy option”, targets to be achieved would be set and various “encouragements” used to ensure he met those targets.

The guards immediately went to work and locked leather restraints on his wrists and ankles. A leather gag with an open tube was pushed into his mouth and locked in place. “That is to ensure you can breathe freely during your workout,” said one of the guards. The effect of the gag being pushed into his mouth caused his caged cock to stiffen once more but almost immediately he yelped in pain as a set of clamps was applied to his nipples. He was told to get down and perform twenty push-ups without pausing. As he lowered himself into position a lead weight was hung from the chain connecting the clamps causing him, once again, to cry out in pain.

“Shut up, and get on with it!” said one of the guards, “twenty to start with and we’ll see how it goes.” Sandro did as ordered and as he lifted his body from the floor the weight pulled down on his nipple chain. In spite of the stinging pain, he felt his cock hardening and pressing against the cage. “Count out loud,” shouted one of the guards. As Sandro tried to articulate with the gag in his mouth, the guards just shouted louder saying they couldn’t understand him. As his muscles began to tire and the pain in his nipples increased, Sandro started to slow down and just as he reached sixteen he stopped unable to move his body anymore.

He was pulled to his feet and led over to a rowing machine and, as his ankle and wrist restraints were attached to the machine by one of the guards, the other one removed his clamps causing him to cry out yet again. One end of an elastic rope was then attached to his cock ring, the other end being attached to an anchoring point on the machine. The distance meter was set for five kilometres and Sandro was ordered to row. As his body moved back and forth on the seat, the rope stretched tightly pulling his balls one way as his body moved the opposite way. In spite of the pain, he had a raging hard-on. This did not go unnoticed by his guards, whose lycra clad bulges grew larger as they watched him and heard him grunt in torment through his gag.

Sandro was realising that indeed his gym workout was no easy option. He was moved from machine to machine and each involved hard exercise coupled with what his guards had called “encouragements”. Bench presses resulted in more pain as, once more, his nipples were clamped and the connecting chain attached to the weight he was pushing up above him.

Finally the guards told him that there was just one more exercise to do that day. To his relief it did not involve any machine but a pair of barbells used to do bicep curls. His relief was short-lived as he was brought over to a metal frame with a rope pulley and weights attached. The weights were also attached by rope to his cock ring pulling down on his balls. As he lifted the barbells, the pressure on his balls ceased at once, but it was only relieved for as long as he could hold the barbells up. Inevitably his arms tired and as he lowered the weights, his balls were pulled down but, as before, his raging hard-on endured.

If he had had time to look at his guards, Sandro would have noticed that both of them were sporting massive erections underneath their body-hugging shorts as they, in turn, spotted the dribble of pre-cum leaking out of Sandro’s chastity device and falling in slow motion to the floor.

At last the guards announced the end of his workout and Sandro, his body sweating all over, his nipples and balls aching, was led out of the gym and back to where he had eaten breakfast. The gag was removed and he was given an energy drink which he gratefully drank.

Sandro was feeling somewhat tired after his workout and he hoped that he might be allowed to rest a little. As if reading his thoughts, one of the guards said, “now you need a period of less activity. You failed to meet some of your targets in the gym, but we have days ahead to work on those. Some time to think about your failures in this area is required.”

As he said this, the other guard, who had been out of the room, returned carrying a
leather straitjacket. Sandro was too tired to resist as this was pulled on his sweating torso and the buckles were pulled tight and the padlocks snapped shut. Before the straps were tightened around his crotch, his ass hole was lubed and a plug was pushed slowly into ass as his ever-hard cock leaked yet more pre-cum and Sandro desperately wished for some relief. A heavy leather muzzle was strapped over his head and a large gag was pushed into his mouth which was secured in place by a padlocked buckle at the front.

He was then led along to the corridor to a heavy steel door at the end. As the door was opened and he was pushed into the room behind it, he saw that he was in a narrow dark cell which contained an upright cage which was secured to the floor in the middle of the room. Opposite the front of the cage was a full-length mirror attached to wall. The guards turned him around and pushed him backwards into the cage.

Quickly and efficiently they locked a posture collar around his neck and secured his muzzled head to a bar at the top of the cage using a chain attached to a D ring on his muzzle. His upper body, already secure in a straitjacket was chained tightly to the sides of the cage using D rings on either side of the straitjacket. They kicked his ankles part and attached each one to a spreader bar which, in turn, was secured to each side of the lower part of the cage. Unable to move, Sandro could do nothing to resist as a leather parachute was roughly pulled around his balls and a heavy lead weight was attached suspended at several centimetres above the floor. Sandro groaned loudly as the weight pulled down and the parachute tightened inexorably around his now aching balls. The guards, however, were only aware of a low moan as the gag muffled his cries of discomfort. As the front of the cage was closed and padlocked, one of the guards pulled on the suspended weight saying with a laugh, “a little more weight training is required I think”.

As the guards withdrew from the cell, Sandro found himself looking straight into the mirror on the wall in front of his cage. The posture collar prevented even the slightest move of his head and all he could do was look at the image displayed in front of him. The still form of a man muzzled and bound securely in leather, unable to move a muscle, looked back at him from the mirror. His cock stiffened yet again as he stared at the image in front of him. This was not a photograph from a bondage magazine or website. The constant trickle of pre-cum dripping to the floor that he saw in the mirror was his. He was looking at himself.

Suddenly, without warning, the image before him disappeared as the lights were switched off. He was now alone in a pitch black and silent cell. He tried to struggle a little but the manner of his bondage ensured that this was hopeless. There was nothing he could do other than endure the discomfort and humiliation, which he now knew, aroused him sexually in a manner he had not experienced before. Sandro was left alone with his thoughts. Deep down he wanted to explore this further and the remaining days of his detention in this place would see to it, that voluntarily or otherwise, he would do just that.