cage 1

Author: catdude
Title: cage 1
Date: 06 October 2009

I had been chatting to a top guy online for a while, I had come across him on recon, and after we had chatter for a while he admitted to being the owner of the cam site prison-x it was a awesome website that had live web feeds of guys in a cell, one of those room sized cube cages, you know the ones you see in the movie with the lone prisoner, visible from every side, no privacy at all? He told me he ran a leather club and the cage had been like a storage area for drinks and stuff in the basement and he had decided to set up the cam site as a bit of a on the side income. He admitted though that while it was pretty easy to get new members, getting guys to renew membership was a hassle. I had checked out the site, there was a free half minute clip and just that had me boned to the max, showed a dude in prison orange jumpsuit, thick leather hood and full prison shackles, walking around his cell, all that was in there was a pallet and a toilet seat over a can, he reckoned all the models where volunteer but he had to rely on a few regulars for through the week stuff, since most people where working, and while he could get a few more interesting lads on the weekends and stuff, staging mock prisoner rapes and stuff, through the week was pretty basic guy locked in cage wondering around, fun to watch for a while, but for what the site charged I could see how he was not encouraging guys to re-sign for 5 days of ambling prisoner.
I really wanted a site membership but I was saving up for a new bike at the moment and porn sites membership would not fit in my budget. Since I worked weekends and had Monday and Tuesday off I figured I could offer some prison time and score a membership, we discussed this, I said I wanted to wear a rubber catsuit that should at least provide something a little more interesting to look at, I was pretty adamant tho that I didn’t want no mock rape scene tho! He asked if I would be willing to be put in some more extreme bondage positions this sounded agreeable to me. I had some days off I had to take at the end of the month, I had planned to drive down to see some friends but figured I would end up spending less if I was in the cage for two night and then just went down for 4 nights to my friends.
I pulled into the delivery area of the club, it was lunchtime so understandably the area was dead, I hopped off and pushed my bike inside, it was a warm day but I didn’t unzip my biker jacket since I was wearing my rubber catsuit underneath, I figured this was easier then bringing a bag and stuff, plus I love cruising around wearing my rubber gear under my leathers. I pushed my bike into the main receiving bay and my online buddy was there to greet me, he looked damn fine, blue jeans and a tight white T with the clubs logo on it. He had heard my bike and come out to greet me. He grinned as he shook my hand, ‘hey Fred, good to finally meet you, thanks for this, l added a banner on the site after our last convo so I am glad you turned up!’ I grinned back telling him I was happy to spend some time in a cell in rubber and bondage, he smiled and winked and showed me where to stash my bike and helmet, I left my leathers on but opened the front of my jacket to reveal my catsuit, the hood hanging down the front of it. He grinned at the sight of this and I smiled back.
WE made our way down some stairs and there was the cage, my cock bumped against the inside of the cup under my catsuit at the site of this. This had been one of his requests, so that I would be unable to stimulate myself over the two days I was going to be locked up, the cup had ventilation holes near the base so my piss would run out and probably down my leg, it would not be all that comfortable but it was only for 2 days. When I had told him about this he had told me there was a drain in the middle of the cell floor so I would just have to stand over that to piss, the floor of the cage was white tile, to better reflect the hash bright lights in the room, and make the cell look sterile and forbidding. I looked at it and the effect was fantastic, it was probably a 4 meters square cell, right in the middle of the room, the base had been cemented into the floor during construction and the frame was thick metal poles, it was a serious cage that I was not going to get out of. He led me over to a corner, there was a line painted on the floor to show where the cams could view, we stopped near it, and he gestured to a table nearby, “Ok Fred my boy, just put your leathers on there, I will get the ‘wardens’ they are upstairs having a drink, it’s a good thing you’re on time Fred my lad, they do not like to be kept waiting.’ He gave me another wink and left, I unzipped my bike boots and stepped out of them, placing them neatly under the table and then unzipped the fly on my leather jeans and stepped out of them, feeling cooler but still warm in the rubber suit which had warmed up nicely on the ride over.
Once they where folded on the table I fully unzipped my jacket and shrugged it off and put it on the table. My keys where in one of the zippered pockets in my jeans and I hadn’t brought wallet or phone, not like there was a vending machine in the cell anyway. I pulled my hood on and then zipped it up at the back. The zip on the back of my suit is about a inch wide and melded in really well, There is 4 Zips on the suit, I ran two of them all the way up to the top of the hood, that way a collar could be put around my neck and as long as it was on I would not be able to take the suit off, the two remaining zips we had agreed would be joined together with a short length of chain. Allowing me to open them wide enough over the ass area so I could attend to natures demands, but not wide enough for me to pull the cup out through the gap.
I stood there with my cock fully pressing against the inside of the cup, staring at the cage, the hood is pretty thick and I was so mesmerized by the cage that when someone laid a hand on my shoulder, I jumped a little, when I turned the sight before me made my cock press even harder against the inside of my cup. Three Muscled leather dudes stood grinning at me. Each wore tight leather jeans tucked into high boots, that shone in a way that made my mouth water, tucked into the jeans where short sleeved leather shirts, black sam brown belts and leather caps made the whole thing hot as hell, each had cuff’s and batons hanging off their belts. One reached behind his back and when his gloved hand returned he was holding a pair of hinged cuffs in them. My mate had explained that the ‘prisoner’ was shackled inside the cage by the ‘guards’ I am sure it was very well watched footage!! The guard holding the cuffs pulled my arms behind me, I didn’t resist him, he ratcheted them on tight but not uncomfortably so, and then one of them muttered ‘show time kiddo’ and gave me a push towards the open cell door.
My heart was in my throat as I was marched towards the door, a guard on either side and one behind me, I thought of all the guys who would be watching me being led into the cage. Once we were inside the cell one of the guards locked the door behind u, as if to stop me bolting. I shivered a little at the sound of the lock clicking shut. I glanced at my meagre furnishings the pallet and the poor excuse for a toilet, glad to see that the can under the seat of the toilet was nice and clean, I would have to try and use it as little as possible. On the pallet I noted a whole heap of metal, that was interesting, I had expected shackles, but apparently my mate had other plans for me. One of the guards unlocked my wrists and barked at me to put my hands on the bars and spread my feet, I complied quickly, I had no doubt that while they wouldn’t really hurt me, they would certainly rough me up for the cams if I gave them a excuse to, two stood either side of me, holding batons as if daring me to move while the third gathered some of the metal off the bed. The first thing that went on was a collar, it was in two halves, and it was massive, it looked more like some sort of pipe fitting then a kink collar, it sat snugly around my neck, probably two inches wide, and about a inch thick. Two bolts on either side held it on and the guard screwed the bolts on tight, I heard him grunt in effort to tighten them, this guys arms where probably a little thicker then my thigs, so if he was putting this much effort in, there was no way I was getting these off with just my fingers. The collar sat around my neck, it was a snug fit, there was no way I would be able to slip the zip down past it. To secure my suit on further the guard pulled a small but solid looking padlock out of his pocket and I heard a click near the top of my head, my guess was that he had padlocked the two zips together, this would stop me from unzipping the hood and pulling it off, and even if I managed to get the zip past the collar I would still not be able to get out of my suit.
While the guard gathered some more steel of the bed one of the two guards beside me started to run his baton up and down the inside of my leg, he tapped it lightly on the cup, causing my cock to twitch from the vibration and me to shiver slightly. The third guard returned and grabbed one of my arms and pulled it down to his waist height again using a two halves wide steel circle he fasted them together around my wrist. They fit snugly around my wrist just behind my hand, he tightened the bolts more carefully this time, being careful not to tighten them so much that they crushed my wrist, they were firmly in place behind my hand I doubted I would be able to slide it up my arm. These where wider about 4 inches wide but just as thick as the collar, looking at them I was convinced they were from a hardware shop and not a kink store. He released my wrist and the weight of the bracelet nearly dragged my arm down to my side but I lifted it up above my head and he pulled my other arm down and repeated the procedure. He fetched more metal bracelets and one went around each of my ankles, I was really hard by now and would be surprised if I was not dribbling pre-cum I was in a cage with three hot leather guys, having heavy metal attached to me while in rubber, it doesn’t get any hotter than that!
Once my ankles had metal bracelets bolted onto them one of the guards pulled a massive gag off his belt and strapped it on, my mask had eyes nose and mouth holes in it, my mouth was now firmly filled, I thought of all the other prisoners who had no doubt been gagged like this and groaned in lust, already wishing I could jerk off, and I still had two days to go. I head the click of a lock and knew the gag wasn’t coming off anytime soon. They firmly told me to stay in position while they backed out of the cell, walking backwards holding batons like I was a real dangerous prisoner, considering the weight of the steel it was not such a bad idea, I basically had two hammers on the ends of my arms if I decided to take a swing at them. They stepped out of the cell and locked the door behind them, 48 hours to go.
I wondered around my cell a little after my wardens had left, they had really left the area, they were not just standing off to the side out of camera view, walking with the weights around my ankles and wrists took a little getting used to, I have no doubt that people watching the footage would have a laugh as I high stepped around at first until I worked out how much effort I had to expend to lift my weighted ankles, I was happy enough to look like a bit of a full bringing my legs up high rather than risk tripping over my own ankles and possibly tearing my catsuit on the floor. I also had to be really careful not to swing my arms or they would tend to swing back and bump against my side, and again I was a little worried about the suit getting caught and ripped, rubber is great aesthetically but not as hard wearing as leather! I played with the gag with my tongue as I strolled around the perimeter of my cell, it filled my mouth comfortably, but effectively silenced me. My cock continued to rage against the inside of the cup and I really really wished that I hadn’t been banned from stimulating myself, although it was probably for the best, it was probably better to be enjoying my predicament and being horny rather then not enjoying my predicament and not horny at all.
My mind kept going back to the ‘guards’ they had been damn hot, I promised myself the first thing I would do with my free membership from this would be to pull up the old footage of a mock rape. Remembering I was on cam and supposed to be performing I grab the bars of my cage and gave them a little shake, as if trying to find a way out, I also tried to undo the bolts holding the metal bracelets on my wrists knowing that there was no way I could get them off but thinking it would probably look good for the cams. I wondered around my cell a little more, but it was hard work walking even the short distance in my cell with all the extra weight on me! I hadn’t slept much last night since I had been so excited, and I knew that I was going to be put in a few bondage positions through the night so I figured some rest at the moment would not go astray, everyone at home would have PLENTY to watch later on. I laid out on the pallet, I had to fold the thin pillow in half so I could rest my head on it high enough that the collar did not dig into my neck, ah this was bliss. As I stared up at the room I noticed something, there was a massive open pipe over the top of the cell, I guessed it had been put in so the cell could be quickly and easily cleaned, above it was a some with a whole heap of little porthole windows, must be like a peepshow thing for the club so they could look down from above at the dude in the cage. Aside from that the view was uninteresting, what I could see between the harsh lights was just more pipes and stuff, general cellar. Although with the club above pumping and even through the day anyone down here yelling for help would not find it coming.
I must have dozed off slightly cause it seemed like a few seconds later and I jerked up at the sound of someone rattling my cage bars with a baton, I glanced over and the three guards where at the door, I quickly stood and walked over to the wall that I knew faced the main cameras (there was a big arrow on the wall encase there was any doubt) and placed my hands on the bars and waited. The guards entered and one of them came up behind me and pulled me away from the centre of the cell and told me to put my hands behind my head. I did so, being careful not to wack myself in the head with my weighted wrists. The two other guards where holding two pieces of metal each, they each put a piece on the ground and then moved forward, they held the two pieces together on my left side and I saw that the four pieces would go tether to make a belt, I was a little worried at this stage, this would be really heavy and I was not looking forward to the pressure it would put on my hip bones, I figured I would find a way of conveying this if it became too much, from what I had gathered of our chats there would be a number of different poses through the night. While one guard held the completed half of the belt against me the third stood nearby tapping his baton against his gloved hand and looking at me in a stern manner, the second guard grabbed the next piece of the belt, a few mins later and it circled around my back and my left side, the last piece would complete the circle, they had adjusted the bolts carefully so that it sat tightly against me but did not cause me any discomfort, I was unsure as to how I would go laying or sitting down in it though. That problem was shuffled to the back of my mind when after they had finished securing the belt the two guards left and then returned carrying chains between the both of them. Their arms where straining and the chains where obviously very heavy, while the third guard stood watching me they left and returned with even more chain, I was getting really worried now, if I had to wear all of that metal I would not be able to stand up, there was enough there to mummify me in chain! However it quickly became apparent that the length was for another reason altogether. Moving quickly the two guards fasted a end of chain to each corner of the cell, once the four corners of my cells had chain hooked around them they dragged the ends towards me, I snuck a quick peek down, my belt, had a lot of solid looking rings welded around the outside. Using massive padlock the chians where attached to these rings, the chains had been precisely measured and the last one was only just long enough to be hooked through the padlock and through the belt, once this was complete I was attached to my cell from four points, I was trapped in the centre of my cell, there was zero slack in the chains so I could not move left right forward or backwards. The chains attached to the top four corners of my cell took the weight of the belt, so I was not uncomfortable, but I wasn’t moving anywhere from this spot either. The guards fucked under and stepped over the chains and left again, locking the door behind them, although that seemed a little bit of overkill at this stage.
I stood there imagining how I must look, 8 chains attached to a thick metal belt around my waist, preventing any and all movement, I felt a little silly standing there and was unsure what to do with my arms which had not been restrained in any way, I tested the chains holding me in place, each padlock was massive, they had side guards to prevent them from being easily cut, and the key for each of them was a weird shape, I imagined that a lock picker would have a lot of trouble with these. I tried to rattle the chains but it was impossible there was no tension, they just hummed slightly from the vibration. In the end I just stood there facing the cameras holding otno two of the chains in front of me, I had thought of keeping my hands behind my head but the weight of the bracelets made that too hard. I looked around seeing that the guards had once again left, I looked up and was surprised to see a face at one of the porthole window, there was something funny about it, that I couldn’t really place, it was like the guy was not actually looking at me, but through me or something. The face left and in a few mins another appeared, again it did not seem like he even cared that I was there! He looked bored, I felt a little insulted by that and looked away.
I was standing there thinking that this had been a lot of work if the position was going to be changed soon when the guards returned. This time two of them carrying long two long bars each, the bars where long and flat with holes at either end, except for one which had large semicircles of metal at either end. I quickly put my hands behind my head as they entered and faced forward, once again the guards navigated their way through the chains towards me, again as one stood watch the other two worked. They tapped my legs indicating I should spread them and I did so, they they had attached one of the bars to my ankle bracelets, using padlocks to secure them, then the piece with the semicircles was placed just above my knees and they produced the remaining to halves and bolted them around my legs snugly, so I was now effectively prevented from moving my legs at all. The next part however came as a surprise, one guard held my head steady and the other attached the remaining bars so that they ran from my belt to the collar, one at the front and the other against my back. I am not sure how this was done exactly since I could not look down, but I did not hear the click of locks so I am assuming it was screwed on. When they were done all three left again, once more my hands where free so I ran my hands over the belt and collar trying to feel how the bars where attached, I could not bend at all, the bars held me rigidly up and down, since I was being held up by the belt and chains if I tried to bend my knees all that would happen would my feet would come of the floor and I would be hanging there, I imagined it would get uncomfortable pretty fast and may tear the rubber of my suit so I stayed still, again resorting to holding two of the chains in front of me.
My suit was quickly beginning to fill with sweat as I stood there, the lights where very bright and not far off the top of the cell so a little heat from them beat down on me, but it was enough, I could feel trickles of sweat running down my back and legs to pool in the feet of my suit, I wiggled my toes feeling the sweat squish between them, likewise the fingers of my suit also had sweat pooling at the fingertips, though if I elevated my arms I felt it trickle down my arms and then make its way to join the rest pooling in the feet of my suit. The result of this is that I was feeling a little thirst, I had no idea whatsoever of how long I had been like this, since I had fallen asleep, if there were people in the club it would have to be around 5 or later, I knew the staff would arrive around then.
As I stood there resisting to the temptation to swing my arms since they were the only part of me that was free I heard my cell door open again, the collar was on firmly enough that I could only just twist my head a few inches before the bars on my front and back prevented any further movement. I saw they were carrying more chains, I went to raise my hands behind my head but one of the guards grabbed them and lowered them, they then padlocked the bracelets to the centre of each chain, I figured this would be to keep them hanging down by my side since with the weight of the bracelets and the chain it would be to much strain to hold them up, but I was wrong, they then attached the ends of the chains to the chains coming from the top corners of the room, so I was standing with my arms stretched out either side of me, like a T. There was a little slack in the chains but I was only if I lifted my arms, and the metal bracelets made that too hard to do. One of the guards stepped up beside me and I heard a click and then felt him unbuckle the gag, he moved in front of me blocking the cameras view, making it look like he was checking my belt me murmured, ‘how you doing Fred?’ I was a little surprised at being addressed by my name, but managed to mummer back, ‘I am fine but I am a little thirsty.’ He seemed to find this funny cause he chuckled, he then raised his other hand up to eye level to show me he was holding a funnel gag, ‘don’t worry boyo, we’re about to take care of that now.’ He pushed the gag into my mouth and moved to the side so that the cameras could see what he was doing, while he buckled it up me kept muttering in my ear. ‘Right above you is the bathroom, the dome is actually a ring of urinals, the portholes are one way glass, so that lads can see when they can expect a load to come down that pipe directly above your head there, though we are gonna leave the pipe closed till the tank above it is nice and full, most of it will just run over you but a fair bit should land in that funnel, you can’t move your head to tip it out of the funnel so your gonna have on option only, good thing you’re thirsty huh?’ He laughed again as he used a padlock to secure the funnel gag on me and then they left.
I was absolutely frozen in the middle of the room, a figure in black rubber and a ton of chain and metal holding him in place, immobile, and helpless. I wonder how long till they empty the tank on me?
They emptied the cistern tank three times that night, the deluge of piss washed over me, my nose filled with the smell of strong piss and urine, I gulped down the piss that landed in the funnel, chugging the foul stuff down as fast as I could trying to avoid tasting, from the whistles and shouts on the side I am guess the guards enjoyed the show.
I have no idea how long I was like that, I was in a sort of trance near the end, and jolted in shock when someone put their hands on me and undid the gag, they told me the cameras where off now, and that I could get some sleep, they removed all of the metal except for the ankle and wrist bracelets and the collar, I collapsed onto the pallet, and went straight to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would hold in store for me. was on anouther site, figured those who missed it there would be able to catch it here