Innocent Victim

(Part 1)
It was Friday, Richard's favourite day of the week. And he was particularly happy this Friday as he was on holiday the following week. He had been working long hours for the previous few weeks and was looking forward to ten days off work. He had no plans to go away but just intended to spend the coming week relaxing and generally "chilling out".

But he was also feeling quite excited as at last he was going to meet Chris for a drink on his way home from the office. Chris was a guy that he had been corresponding with by email over the previous two months. They had got chatting one night in a chatroom on the internet. Richard was very much into bondage. He had spotted the profile "jailkeeper" one night on the internet and sent a message expressing interest. Returning home one evening he checked his emails and there was a message from "jailkeeper" responding to him and suggesting they talk further about their mutual interests.

He responded immediately and over the next few weeks he was in regular contact with this guy whose name was Chris. Finally Chris suggested that they meet for a drink and get to know each other a bit better and see how things went from there,

Richard agreed and Chris suggested that Richard call at Chris's house on his way home from the office that Friday. So a half an hour after leaving the office Richard found himself walking down the road where Chris lived. He found the house which was quite large and typical of the houses in that area of London. He rang the bell and a few minutes later the door was opened by a smiling guy who was casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Richard was wearing his three piece suit and looking very much the lawyer he was as he had come straight form his office and didn't have time to change.

"Hi, I am Chris" said the guy, "and you must be Richard. Do come in". They went into a large sitting room and Chris offered him a drink. Richard was feeling somewhat nervous about meeting Chris for the first time face to face but within a few minutes he began to feel relaxed and they discussed their mutual interests. It soon became clear that they had lots in common. Richard noted that Chris was very attractive with a defined body and looked well in his T-shirt and jeans. As for Richard, he was a fit guy who worked out at the gym and kept himself in good condition. They had another drink and shortly afterwards the door opened and two guys dressed in military fatigues came in. One was quite tall and defined while the other was shorter but very muscled. Chris turned to them and said "this is Richard, he is interested in our set up and I think he will be joining us. You know what to do".

Both of them immediately moved towards Richard and grabbed his arms, pulled them behind him and handcuffed his wrists.

It happened so fast that Richard was taken completely by surprise. He started to object when he was interrupted by Chris who said "I think I recognise you. You had agreed to serve time here as my prisoner but escaped shortly after your incarceration. It was partly the fault of one of your guards. He is now paying for his mistake. But I intend to make sure you stick to your agreement".

Richard protested and said that Chris was mistaken. They had never met before. He demanded to be released. Chris just smiled and said that he would check out Richard's identity but in the meantime he would be held in secure confinement. The two guys now took Richard out of the sitting room and down some stairs. They assured Richard that his story would be checked out and if he was telling the truth he would have nothing to fear.

On reaching the bottom of the stairs Richard was lead through a door which opened onto a basement area. He was released from the handcuffs and ordered to strip. "You will need to take a shower" said the taller one of his captors. Richard was not very happy but at the same time he could feel his cock hardening in his briefs. He started to take off his clothes which one of his captors folded and put in a large bag. Within seconds Richard was standing dressed only in his black briefs and trying to control his rapidly increasing hard on. "Get them off" said the shorter one "and put them in the bag". Richard was then directed towards a door which opened on to a shower room. He was pushed inside and told to shower. The door was closed behind him but he soon saw that the shower opened on to another room. He was still somewhat apprehensive but his cock was hard as he took his showere. He then walked out of the shower into the other room where the taller of his captors was waiting for him. Laid out on a wooden bench was a jockstrap and orange prison overall. "Put those on and be quick about it" he was told. He made to object but was told that if he didn't he would remain naked.

Richard did as he was told hardly able to believe that just a short while before he had been dressed in his designer suit and shirt. Now he was clad in a prison suit and wearing a jockstrap instead of his Hom briefs. His two captors now approached him with a set of prison irons and within minutes his wrists and ankles had been chained and attached to a metal collar around his neck. Richard now knew he was not going anywhere other than where his captors directed. Finally a leather hood was pulled over his head and locked in place. He was now blind and just as he started to protest a gag was forced into his mouth and fastened in place.

He was then led into what he thought was another room. As he couldn't see he wasn't sure but he heard the sound of metal clanging behind him and realised that he was now locked in a cell. A voice told him to relax. He was at this stage only a "remand" prisoner and if his story was right he would be freed within the next few hours. Richard sat down on the floor weighed down by his metal irons unable to see or speak and wondering what was to come. He hadn't planned his Friday night this way or his weekend but his hard cock was evidence that maybe he might enjoy it. But he was still far from happy.

After what seemed like hours he heard the lock in the door being released. He was manhandled to his feet and led out of his cell. "We have checked your story and we are satisfied that you are escaped prisoner 4317. You will now have to serve your agreed sentence plus any additional time imposed as a result of your escape" said a voice he recognised as Chris. Richard tried to say something but the gag in his mouth prevented anything intelligible from coming from his mouth. "However should you choose to admit your guilt it may be easier for you" said Chris. Richard shook his head vigorously. There was no way, he thought, that he would admit to any guilt. He had never been here before until tonight and Chris knew that. No, he thought, I will never admit to something I have not done.

He was lead to a bench, made lie down. The shackles were removed and his prison overall was pulled off him. His arms were tied to the extremes of the bench and then he felt his jockstrap being pulled off. His ankles were then secured to the other end of the bench. He was now spreadeagled but still hooded. He heard the sound of an electric clippers. He tried to struggle free but it was useless. The clippers ran down his pubic hair and his cock and balls were shaved. A voice told him not to struggle. "All prisoners here are shaved. You will be treated no differently. And because of your previous escape your status is being upgraded to top security". Richard shouted into his gag but no sound other than a muffled moan came out. He felt lube being applied to his cock and balls and something being fitted around them. Quickly he realised that his cock was being locked in a chastity device. "Don't want you playing with yourself" said Chris.

Richard's cock was now very hard but it was causing him serious discomfort as it was trapped in its cb prison. He was released from the bench and told to lie on the floor. He felt something underneath him which he realised was a rubber sleepsack. His arms wereforced into the internal sleeves and the two way zip was pulled up leaving his imprisoned cock outside. His gag was removed and the hood pulled off. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw the figure of Chris standing over him. Chris was dressed in full leathers and smiling. The other two guys were standing nearby. One of then had a heavy rubber hood with a built in gag in his hand which he passed to Chris. The hood was then pulled down over Richard's head and the gag forced into his mouth. It was devoid of any eyeholes and there were just two small breathing holes around the nostrils. Richard was picked up by the two guys and placed inside a cage.

"It is getting late now" said Chris. "You will spend your first night back here in this cage prisoner 4317 before further interrogation tomorrow. Should you need to piss fell free to do so.......you are encased in rubber so there will be no problem but nobody is going to release you during the night. When you have had time to consider your situation you may decide to be sensible and admit that you are the escaped prisoner. It will be easier for you if you do. If you continue to deny it there will be consequences. It is up to you"

Richard heard Chris and the others leave. He was now alone encased in tight rubber unable to see or speak and his caged cock now struggling to get free from his enforced chastity.

How long would he be like this. He didn't know. It was not exactly what he expected as he left his office earlier that evening. In one way he knew that this is what he had often dreamed of but he was still somewhat apprehensive. How long would he be here, what would happen next? Would he ever manage to get free ?

(Part 2)
Although he was tired Richard was still wide awake. He could not sleep thinking about the events of the previous evening and wondering what lay ahead. At first he struggled in his rubber prison trying in vain to see if he could possibly get free. It was no use. His captors had done their job well. As he lay there the only sound he could hear was that of his own breathing. His imprisoned cock remained constantly hard causing him discomfort but there was nothing he could do about it. Eventually he drifted into a restless sleep.

Richard awoke with a start. For a moment he didn't know where he was and then the reality of his situation hit him. He could hear voices and was aware that there was somebody in the room. "Time for breakfast" said a voice, which he recognised as Chris. He heard the cage door being unlocked and was then manhandled out of the cage. As he lay helpless on the floor the zip on the sleepsack was undone and he was helped out of it. His body was moist with sweat from the hours spent encased in his rubber prison and he was glad to be exposed to fresh air once more.

Chris helped him to his feet and removed the hood and the attached gag. Richard blinked his eyes as he was exposed to daylight for the first time in over 12 hours. The two guards that he had seen the night before came into the room. They were dressed in military attire as was Chris. "As you are going to be spending some time in their company, you'd better get to know these guys" said Chris with a smile. "Meet Jim and David, I have things to do but will see you later". Chris went back upstairs and Jim led Richard to the bathroom. "You can take a shower and use the toilet" said Jim. "When you have done you can have some breakfast and then you will be prepared for transfer to your permanent prison". Richard could feel his cock hardening in his cb2000. What did Jim mean by saying "permanent prison"? This isn't what he expected when he went to meet Chris the night before. He started to say something but Jim told him to stay silent otherwise he would be gagged again. Richard said nothing. The last thing he wanted just then was to have the gag replaced having endured one all night. He was hungry and very thirsty so was glad to have the chance of some breakfast.

As he came out of the shower David was waiting for him. "Put these on" he said handing Richard some clothes. Richard put on the black T-shirt, which he noticed had the number 4317, printed on the back and front. There was also a black jockstrap with 4317 printed around the waistband and a bright orange one piece jump suit also with 4317 printed on the back and front. Finally David gave him a pair of army style boots saying, " these are your size I think". Richard realised that everything had been well planned down to the size of his clothing. He thought about protesting but David anticipated his protest and said " your choice 4317, either wear these or nothing at all". "4317"! Richard was now just a number. The city lawyer used to three piece suits and designer clothes was now just a number, standing clad in a jockstrap, T-shirt and jump-suit with his cock locked securely in a cb2000. He felt humiliated but remained silent. But David hadn't finished. He locked a chain around Richard's waist, shackled his ankles together with a short chain between them and then attached the shackles to the waistband using another chain. Richards's wrists were then similarly shackled together but not attached to the waistband. In this state he was led over to a table where Jim had put his breakfast. This consisted of bread and cheese with a jug of water. Hardly what Richard was used to on a Saturday morning but it was better than nothing was, he thought. He was hungry and within minutes had eaten all that was placed before him.

David then attached his shackled wrists to his waist chain and then reached for a heavy leather hood. "Oh please, no" said Richard realising that he was once again about to be plunged into darkness. David ignored him and pulled the hood over his head. As Richard protested David gagged him tightly saying "you were warned to stay silent. Now you will"! Richard heard Jim saying, "we are ready to go". David led Richard towards the door and Richard shuffled along as best he could in his shackles. He felt cool air hitting his body and knew that he was now outside. For a moment he thought that this might be a chance to escape but quickly realised that he had no chance. He was chained and hooded and would get no further than a couple of metres.

He was helped into a van that was parked at the back of the house. He was forced to sit on the floor with his back against the side of the van and then felt his ankles being secured to anchoring points in the floor. He heard the doors being closed. "OK, let's go" said Chris who was in the driver's cab. The engine was started and they were on their way. As the van stopped and started moving through the Saturday morning traffic in London, Richard wondered where they were going. Very soon the van was moving quickly and he thought that they must be on a motorway going out of the city. He could hear his captors talking and laughing in the front of the van. He wondered what other motorists would think if they knew what was in the back of the van……a chained and hooded prisoner on his way to captivity. His cock was once again very hard in its cage but he do little to about it.

After what seemed like about an hour the van turned off the motorway and there was no longer the noise of other traffic. Richard knew that they must have been getting near their destination. He felt the van stop and heard the others get out. The door was opened and he was released from the chains anchoring his ankles and led out of the van. "5261, this is escaped prisoner 4317. He has come back to serve out his sentence," said Chris with a laugh. "You can tell the others the good news. Now they will know it is pointless trying to escape". "5261", thought Richard. Another prisoner obviously and Chris had referred to others. What sort of a place am I in? He felt a chill go down his back but his cock was hardening yet again. Before he had time to think about it more he was led into a building and through some doors and down some stairs. He had to walk carefully as he was still shackled and could only shuffle along in his chains.

He heard a metal door being unlocked and was led inside. David and Jim started to unlock the shackles and within a few minutes all the chains had been removed. "Take off your boots 4317 and strip to your jockstrap" said David. Richard did as he was ordered even though he could see to untie the laces. Immediately his wrists were attached to metal cuffs hanging from the wall. His legs were spread and locked in leg cuffs attached to the floor. He waited for his hood to be removed but nothing happened. David and Jim left saying they would be back after they had had lunch. The door slammed and Richard was left stripped to his jockstrap, cock still locked in the cb2000 and spread-eagled against the wall.

Richard struggled against his chains testing to see if by any chance he could loosen them. But he soon realised that he was securely bound and he was wasting his energy. He stood still trying to ease the strain on his legs when he thought he heard a voice. He listened intently. "Hello 4317". It was a voice. He grunted into his gag but only unintelligible sounds emerged. " Hi, I am Jason. I can't see you as I am hooded but I heard the guards call you 4317. I am locked in a cage in the same cell as you. They call me 2982. You are obviously gagged. Pity for you as it would be nice to talk". Richard grunted desperately into his gag but it was no use. He couldn't make himself understood. "Don't try," said Jason, "I can't understand you. But I have heard about the escaped prisoner 4317. You had better save your energy and prepare yourself for your time here. The regime here is very tough for those that break the rules like you have done". Richard felt his heart thumping. He wasn't escaped prisoner 4317. He was innocent and Chris knew it. How had he got himself into this situation? He struggled against the unyielding chains and tried to shout through his gag. He heard Jason laugh. "You don't understand do you 4317, you are here to serve your sentence and take it from me you will. Nobody escapes from here". Richard felt his cock harden in its prison. Part of him wanted this but the other part was apprehensive. Just this time yesterday he had been smartly dressed, a successful lawyer sitting at his desk dealing with clients' affairs. Now he was chained to a wall wearing only a jockstrap and unable to see or speak. And there was nothing he could do to help himself. Richard was not used to being in such a situation but he was going to have to get used to it.

Just then he heard the door being unlocked. "OK, prisoner 4317, we are ready for you now" he heard Jim say. Richard's cock stiffened. His ordeal was about to begin.

(Part 3)
Richard was walking along a corridor escorted by Jim and David. He was clad only in his jockstrap, hooded and with his arms now handcuffed behind him. His guards remained silent as he was led up to a door. David knocked on the door, entered and said "prisoner 4317 gentlemen".

Richard was led to the middle of the room and told to remain standing. David and Jim stood either side of him. About 4 metres away was a table at which Chris was seated with two other guys. They were all dressed in the same manner, military fatigues.

Chris spoke to Richard. "Prisoner 4317, two months ago you signed a contract volunteering to serve as a prisoner over a long weekend. Once signed that agreement was binding. On the second day of your agreed term, in breach of that agreement, you escaped with or without the co-operation of your guard. He is now being punished for his negligence. Now that we have recaptured you it falls to this tribunal to consider your offence and sentence you accordingly. We are fair people so if you are prepared to admit your offence, this tribunal will take that into consideration before passing sentence and it will be easier for you. What have you to say"?

Richard couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had met Chris for the first time the day before although he had been in touch with him on the Internet. He had never signed any contract and Chris knew it. He tried to speak in response to Chris but he was still hooded and gagged. This was not justice. He was unable to see the tribunal members and unable to answer in his defence. He grunted into his gag. "Just nod your head if you admit your offence," said Chris. Richard hesitated for a moment. But his lawyer's instincts got the better of him. No way would he admit to something he hadn't done. He tried to speak but it was no use. He shook his head vigorously.

"I take that as a refusal to co-operate" said Chris. He consulted briefly with his colleagues at the table and then said "prisoner 4317, you have left us with no alternative. You will remain in our custody to serve out your original contract and because you illegally escaped you will be held prisoner until we have decided that you have paid the penalty to our satisfaction. However it is important to us that you admit your offence and we shall use all reasonable means to make you do so. It is now up to you. We are being as fair as possible but until you learn to co-operate your life might be difficult". Richard tried to protest loudly but his grunting made no sense to anybody. He felt really annoyed and humiliated. But he felt his cock hardening yet again as he thought of his predicament.

Then Chris addressed Jim and David. "Guards, take prisoner 4317 to the maximum security block. He is to be treated as a category "A" prisoner with no privileges. If he chooses to co-operate he can earn those privileges. But your instructions are to break him and make him conform. As you are aware there is a standard list detailing the penalties for escape and refusal to conform to the rules of this prison. I shall of course be taking a personal interest in 4317's progress. But you have the complete authority of this tribunal to carry out this sentence".

Chris then stood up and with his two colleagues left the room. David and Jim then led Richard out of the room and marched him through a door into the open air. As they walked along Richard was thinking of what was to come. He didn't know what to expect. After all he had only met Chris last night and had never been in such a situation before. Now he was being marched across a yard wearing only a jockstrap and unable to see or speak. But he thought maybe this is what I really want. He really didn't know at that moment as he was also naturally nervous about what was to come. One thing was sure though. He was not going to give into these people. He didn't want them to think they would break him. Richard had always been competitive and was not used to losing. He didn't intend to lose now.

They entered a building at the other end of the yard. Richard could feel the stone floor under his bare feet. "5261" said David, "prisoner 4317 has been sentenced by the tribunal and his status is category "A". "Yes sir" replied 5261, the necessary arrangements are in hand". "I hope so for your sake" said David. "Don't want you messing this up as you did when you let him escape". Richard now realised that 5261 must be the guard that Chris said was now being punished for letting a prisoner escape. The guard was now a prisoner as well!

Richard was led into a room, his handcuffs were removed and he was stripped of his jockstrap. He was now naked except for the cb2000. He was then made lie on a bench with the back of his neck resting on a piece of curved wood and his wrists placed either side. His legs were pulled straight and his ankles now also rested on wood. Another piece of wood closed down over his neck and wrists and also his ankles. He was locked in stocks. His hood was removed and he could see for the first time in a few hours. David and Jim were standing close by while another guy whom he took to be 5261 was busy getting something out of a cupboard. 5261 was wearing an orange jump suit with his number on it, similar to the one Richard had worn on his way to the prison. Richard could see that his legs were chained together and his head was shaved. His wrists were also chained together but by a chain that was long enough for him to have full use of his hands.

5261 now approached Richard as he lay helpless in the stocks. He was carrying electric clippers. At a signal from David he switched it on and started to shave Richard's body hair. His cock and balls were already bald having been shaved the night before at Chris's house. Richard started to shout "get away from me! Don't you touch me"! Jim gagged him immediately and Richard regretted not staying silent. 5261 was very efficient and soon Richard's legs, arms, chest and stomach were as bare as his cock and balls. To his embarrassment his cock was hard and the movement of the cb2000 was obvious to all the others. "He is enjoying it" Jim said to David, "well we'll see how he likes the next bit". With that 5261 now moved to Richard's head. Richard tried shouting into gag but no sound came out. The clippers moved up and down his scalp as his blond curly hair fell on the ground around the bench. With in minutes he was bald. It happened so fast Richard could hardly believe it. Once again a feeling of utter humiliation overtook him. He could not believe that he was lying on a bench, gagged, locked in a cb2000 and now shaved from head to toe.

David and Jim were clearly enjoying his humiliation as could be seen from their obvious hard-ons underneath their military fatigues. 5261 now leant over Richard's chest and with a marker pen wrote the number 4317 in large characters across his chest. "We need to be able to identify prisoners when naked " said Jim as he looked at the gagged and shaved figure of Richard. "And don't worry, it won't wash off in the shower"! Richard was released from the stocks and taken to the showers. His arms were raised above him and secured to rubber cuffs on either side of the shower. The water was then turned on. It was cold and Richard struggled to escape the jets but with his arms tied to the sides he could not avoid the water. "Better piss and shit now while you can" said David. Richard needed to use the toilet but was embarrassed to do so in front of his guards. But the effect of the cold water on his bladder soon caused him to let out a stream of piss and then he also felt himself shitting. He was disgusted and humiliated but there was nothing he could do. David then reached for another attachment in the shower and Richard was hosed clean.

He was released from the shower, handcuffed once more and led out of the room down some stairs. At least he could now see where he was going he thought. On his right he passed by what looked like cages. They seemed to be empty but as he passed the first one he saw what looked like a rubber cocoon. He realised that there was someone inside it. "Take a good look 4317, he is a category "A" prisoner as well, said Jim. "Yes", said David "it's all ahead of you". Richard looked at the rubber-encased figure. Chains secured the rubber figure to bars in the cage and it was wearing a gasmask. What Richard noticed most was the tube running from the gasmask to its groin area. "Well he does need to a drink from time to time" laughed Jim "and what better way to make sure he gets one"! Richard noticed the number 2982 on the rubber sleepsack. It was Jason, the guy who had talked to him as he was chained in his cell before he faced the tribunal.

Jim unlocked a door at the end of the corridor and Richard was led inside. Jim produced a key and unlocked the cb2000 and took it off. Richard's cock already stiff in its cage now grew even harder. His handcuffs were removed and David stood beside him with a heavy leather harness in his hand. Richard's newly shaved body was strapped into the harness and a leather hood was pulled over his now bald head. He was unable to see once more but he felt chains being attached to the shoulder and waist straps of the harness. A gag was stuffed in his mouth and then Richard flinched as he felt clamps being applied to his tits. His cock softened with the sudden pain from the tit clamps. As it did so David immediately strapped a leather parachute around his balls. Then Richard felt a tug on his shoulders and waist and found himself being lifted off his feet and into the air. He was suspended just above the ground and as he was pulled up further there was a sudden pulling on his balls. David had attached weights to the parachute and as Richard was pulled further up the weights pulled his balls in the other direction. He felt pressure on his tits and realised that the clamps were joined which was being pulled down thus exerting pressure on his tits. For a moment there was some relief as the chain was let go but then Richard felt a severe dart of pain as a weight was hung from the chain attaching the clamps together.

"OK prisoner 4317 you are now a top security prisoner here", said David. "You have no privileges as directed by the tribunal. Earning privileges means you will be able to see and speak and have proper clothes to wear. You may even be allowed time out of bondage. But you must earn those privileges and the only way you will do that is by admitting your offence and co-operating with us. Are you willing to admit your offence"? Richard did not respond. David then pulled the chain connecting the tit clamps and Richard winced with the sudden pain and cried into his gag. Meanwhile the weight on his balls was growing more uncomfortable. Richard shouted into his gag again and again but all his guards would say was "speak up, we can't understand you". His cock was now erect but he could feel the pain increasing as more weight was added to the parachute. Still Richard was determined not to give in. He was innocent after all and he was not going to be defeated so easily.

His guards thought the opposite. They laughed at his predicament and discomfort. "Look at him, he thought he was a smart city lawyer. Bet you don't feel so smart now 4317. We'll give you time to think about it" said Jim. Richard heard them leave and lock the door. He was left a helpless naked and shaved prisoner swinging in his harness unable to see or speak while the weights pulled inexorably on his balls and the clamps tortured his tits. But still his cock was stiff. He tried to find the most comfortable position but soon discovered that the slightest movement caused the weights on his parachute to swing and pull on his tortured balls. He tried calling his guards through his gag but there was no response. Only silence as prisoner 4317 endured the first of many torments to come. "

(part 4)
prisonerxwrites"Time was passing by very slowly for Richard. If a visitor had entered the cell they would have seen a shaved body, naked except for a heavy leather hood covering the head, suspended from the ceiling in a leather harness and swinging very gently as if a light wind was blowing through the room.

The hooded figure moaned from time to time as the weights attached to the parachute around his balls swung gently pulling inexorably on his manhood. Richard had tried to remain as still as possible but even the slightest movement caused the weights on his balls to swing and the weight attached to the chain on the nipple clamps also caused him extreme discomfort.

There was nothing he could do to help himself. Prisoner 4317, as he was now known just had to wait until his guards returned and released him from his ordeal. In spite of that Richard's cock was almost constantly hard and as his dick jerked upwards so the weights continued to swing. Although it was cool in the cell Richard was sweating and from time to time he felt trickles of moisture run down his back and also down his stomach from his tortured tits. And still time passed slowly or that is how it seemed to him in his silent cell unable to see or speak. He strained to listen constantly in the hope of hearing somebody approaching who would release him from his torture.

Richard fell into a fitful sleep, as he had not had a proper night's sleep since meeting Chris. He awoke with a start as he heard the sound of keys in a lock. He moaned into his gag as once again the weights pulled on his balls and tits. "Well 4317, have you thought further about confessing"? A voice he recognised as that of Chris was talking to him. Richard remained silent as he tried to avoid any movement that would add to his discomfort. "We have a stubborn prisoner here," said Chris talking to Jim and David who had followed him into the cell. "Not for the first time, but we have plenty of time to get him around to our way of thinking" replied Jim with a grin.

Chris approached the suspended figure of Richard and grabbed his erect cock. He started to massage it while Richard thrashed around in a hopeless attempt to avoid Chris's attentions. He tried to protest as Chris relentlessly worked his cock but his words made no sense as the gag did its job. Richard was right on the edge as Chris continued to massage his tortured balls and cock. He shouted into his gag as he shot his load causing the weights to pull harder on his cock. Chris grinned as Richard moaned in ecstasy. "Glad you two guys are here to see this," he said to David and Jim. "Prisoner 4317 has cum without permission. You guys are witnesses to this serious breach of prison regulations. He will have to pay for this". Richard was furious, as he had no control over his orgasm. His captor had forced it and now he was to be punished. "OK guys, you know what to do. I will see 4317 later", said Chris as he left the cell.

Richard felt the harness being lowered and as his feet touched the floor the parachute was taken off. He was grateful for the relief on his balls but felt a very sharp pain as the clamps were taken off and the blood flowed back into his tortured tits. David and Jim supported him as he was marched out of the cell and down the corridor. He was led into yet another room and the harness was taken off his shaved body. His hands were cuffed behind his back and his hood was then removed. For a moment Richard couldn't see properly as his eyes grew accustomed to the light. He saw that he was in a large room that had no windows but was well lit by electric light. One side of the room was lined with metal bars behind which he could see three figures in orange convict suits, shackled in chains with their heads encased in rubber gasmasks. They looked like the prisoners in the pictures he had had seen on television of the prisoners the Americans were keeping in Guantanamo bay. He didn't know whether they could see him or not as it was not clear whether the gasmasks had been painted over thus denying the wearers any vision. One thing was sure, they could not speak. Richard's cock began to stiffen at the site before him. "I would try to stop that that 4317 if I were you" said David who had noticed Richard's increasing hard on.

Richard soon realised why David had said that as he saw Jim carrying a metal chastity belt. "As you jacked off in breach of the rules you will be locked in chastity to prevent any further breaches of the rules" said David. Richard was ordered to bend over and he obeyed without objecting. He was realising that any resistance on his part led to just more severe punishment. He was aware of the unmistakable feeling of lube being applied to his anus. Jim then started to fit the belt onto Richard whose semi-erect cock was making it difficult. In addition to this he felt a plug being forced into his butt. He thought about objecting but remained silent as a rubber plug was pushed into his lubed hole. After several somewhat painful attempts to fit the belt Richard's cock was flaccid enough for the device to be securely locked in place and the plug was firmly held in his anus. His cock was now imprisoned in unrelenting metal and he could feel the plug pushing against his prostate gland. The cuffs were then removed and Jim handed him a rubber catsuit telling him to put it on. It had been lubed and Richard stepped into it as ordered and soon was clad in tight fitting rubber. His cock hardened in its metal prison but this was only the start. Jim was holding a heavy-duty rubber straitjacket with hood attached. Richard realised that there was no point in resisting so he obediently stretched out his arms as he was enveloped in the heavy rubber. His arms were tightly strapped and the jacket secured by straps around his crotch. The hood was pulled over his head and again everything went black as he entered a world of darkness. There were no eyeholes in the hood but he was grateful for the fact that there was a mouth opening and breathing holes around his nose. Richard then felt shackles being applied to his wrists and ankles all connected to a chain which was placed around his waist. Once again he was chained from head to foot. He was forced to kneel down and then he was helped into what he quickly realised was a cage. Unlike the prisoners he had seen briefly he was unable to stand up such was the size of the cage. He heard the cage being locked. Richard heard Jim and David leave and then tried to move around a bit and test his restraints. He soon realised that there could be no escape. He was unable to see and bound tightly in two layers of rubber. His cock was straining against its metal prison and he moved around trying to find the most comfortable position while the plug continued to push against his prostate. He was getting warm and soon began to sweat in the confines of his rubber prison.

As he was free to talk he called out to the others in their cells but as he thought all they could do was grunt in reply. Richard was now feeling very thirsty and was hungry. He had had nothing to eat or drink for many hours. Eventually he decided to call out. After a few minutes he heard the door being unlocked and David's voice. "Problem 4317"? "I need a drink and something to eat," said Richard in reply. David laughed but said he would get him some food and water. After what seemed a very long time to Richard he heard the door being unlocked again. Something was pushed into the cage. "There are two dishes there 4317" said David's voice. "one with water in it and the other with some bread and milk". "How can I eat it?" said Richard, "while I am restrained like this"? "That's up to you prisoner, your mouth is free isn't it"? said David, "you have 15 minutes". Richard realised that he would have to try and eat using only his mouth. He struggled to get himself onto his stomach and located the dishes. He lapped up the water with his tongue and tried to eat the bread and milk. Although he couldn't see, he was aware he was being watched as he heard David, Jim and Chris laughing at his attempts to feed himself. He felt utterly humiliated but he was desperate for food and drink.

"Now perhaps you are beginning to realise your situation 4317" said Chris. "just confess and make life a bit easier for yourself". Richard struggled to turn over on his back having cleared the dishes as best he could. Once again his cock was trying to escape form its metal prison. "Maybe they are right," he thought. "Perhaps I should do what they want and confess". But his legal training kept coming back to him. "Why should I, I am innocent". He heard the cage being unlocked and thought for a moment he was going to be let out. Instead a gag was pushed into his mouth and the cage re-locked. "Sleep well 4317, if you can," said Jim's voice.

Richard lay on his back sweating in his tight rubber prison, unable to see or speak while his cock struggled against its steel prison and the butt plug continued to push against his prostate. For the first time since he had left his office the previous Friday he began to feel apprehensive. He was desperate to escape. He struggled against his bondage but all he succeeded in doing was to torture his imprisoned cock. He had lost all track of time. Was it Saturday or Sunday? He didn't know. If it was Saturday he would normally be out in the West End of London having dinner with friends and dressed in his designer clothes.

Instead he was being held prisoner in an unknown location and stripped of his personality. He was a number now locked in inescapable bondage, unable to see, speak and most of all these guys were controlling his manhood. He felt his cock stiffen. The more he struggled the harder it got and the unrelenting pressure of the butt plug only added to it. But there was still the paradox. He was finding it difficult to tolerate his imprisonment but his cock was enjoying it. But what if he was imprisoned forever. Again his cock reacted but he was also worried. What awaited him tomorrow? Richard made one last attempt to cum. It was hopeless. The chastity belt was unyielding. He was a prisoner in all meanings of the word.

(Part 5)
prisonerxwrites"In spite of the tight unyielding rubber bondage that encased Richard he fell into a deep sleep. It was not surprising, as he hadn't slept properly since his fateful visit to Chris.

He was woken by the sound of voices and movement around him. The other prisoners were being taken out of their cells. He could hear the sound of chains and, had he been not been hooded he would have seen the three prisoners chained together being marched out of the room still wearing gasmasks and their prison garb. But he was also distracted by the fact that he had a raging hard on and the unyielding steel of his enforced chastity was causing him pain. He felt as if he was lying a shallow pool of water. He quickly realised that it was his own sweat that had accumulated during the night as he lay in his rubber prison. He was stiff all over from his tight confinement and also very thirsty. He tried to call out to the guards through his gag. But he could only manage a grunt. That was enough for a voice to say "we will deal with you shortly 4317". He lay in the cage realising that he was powerless to do anything to help himself and that he was totally at the mercy of his captors. "I must have been mad" he thought "to get myself into this situation". The events of the last few days were going around and around his mind. He began to wonder whether his ordeal would ever come to an end. He wished that he had told someone where he was going after work. But it was too late now and Richard began to feel somewhat concerned. But in spite of his worries he realised that his cock was still hard and he struggled to try and get some relief. If only he could cum but the chastity belt continued to do its work and deny him even that pleasure.

He heard footsteps approaching and the sound of his cage being unlocked. But he could hardly move as he felt so stiff and his arms ached after hours being tightly bound in his straitjacket. He was helped out of the cage and he was aware of his guards supporting him as they brought him to his feet. "OK 4317 we will take you to the showers and you can clean up and have some breakfast" said a voice, which he recognised as that of Chris. "You will then be brought to me as I think we have a lot to discuss". Richard was led out of the room and brought to a bathroom nearby. He was released from his straitjacket and the rubber suit was stripped off his body. He could feel the sweat running down his limbs as the cool air helped to revive him. The chastity belt was then unlocked and the butt plug removed which he was very thankful for. Finally his gag and hood were taken off and as his eyes adjusted he saw that as usual Jim and David were standing on either side of him.

Richard really enjoyed the shower and the fact that for the first time in a while he was not restrained. He was also able to use the toilet and generally make himself comfortable. But he didn't even think of trying to escape. He didn't know the layout of the building he was being held in as he spent most of his time hooded. He had no idea where this place was and anyway he had no clothing and therefore no access to his wallet, mobile phone or money. Emerging from the shower David and Jim were waiting for him and enjoying the site of Richard's gym toned naked body. Jim was waiting with the familiar prison garb. A jockstrap and orange prison suit, both of which had his number, printed on them. He was then given some breakfast and lots of water to drink.

David then locked leather mitts on each of his hands and his arms were handcuffed behind him. "We won't take any chances this time 4317, we don't want you escaping again," he said with a smile. Richard said nothing as he thought that if did he might be gagged and his jaws still felt stiff from the continuous intrusion of gags over the last few days. "4317 is learning I think" said David to Jim, "we'll soon make a model prisoner out of him". He was then led along a corridor and up some stairs to the ground floor of the building where he was imprisoned. Apart from his handcuffed Richard was otherwise unrestrained and he was glad to be able to see where he was going and also to be free of the gag and the intrusive butt plug. In addition his cock was unrestrained and although slightly hard was not causing him any discomfort as he was free of the chastity belt.

He was led into a bright room well furnished with large windows overlooking the courtyard outside. Chris dressed in military combats was sitting behind a large desk. David and Jim sat down on some chairs telling Richard to remain standing. "Well 4317 since your arrival here you have had some time now to think about your situation. Indeed we have tried various means to persuade you to see sense and get you to admit your guilt in that you broke the terms of the agreement you made several months ago by escaping. I repeat that if you just admit to that I will take your admission into account and life could be a lot easier for you. But my patience is running out. Have you anything you would like to say?" Richard thought for a moment before he answered. He knew that he wasn't guilty of any offence. He had only met Chris for the first time a few days before. He had communicated with Chris on the net for many months before then and they discussed their mutual BDSM interests with a view to converting his fantasies to reality. Now he realised that although this was what he said he wanted he wasn't sure how much he could take or was prepared to take. But once again he could feel his cock stirring in his prison jockstrap. That was telling him that in spite of the tough times he had experienced he was enjoying it. But that was one thing he thought but why should he admit to some fabricated story put to him by Chris. This had never been talked about in any of their previous communications. His legal training was influencing him once more.

Richard took a deep breath and looking at Chris said, "You know that this is just not true. I have never been here before in my life. Why should I admit to something I just didn't do?" Chris looked at David and Jim and smiled. "It seems we have failed to convince 4317 of the error of his ways. We shall just have to try a bit harder. Bring in prisoner 5261" David got up and went to the door opened it and Richard saw a figure dressed in the regulation prison garb enter. He had the number 5261 printed on his overall. He remembered hearing this number before and now he was to learn why. "5261 was a guard here when you escaped and he has been made pay the price for his negligence" said Chris looking at Richard. "However he has paid his penalty and wishes to resume his role here as one of our guards. All he wants is for you to admit that you are 4317, which of course we believe you are. So I am giving him permission to do with you whatever he thinks necessary to get you to come around to our point of view. So it is up to you. The only thing that I will say is that anything he subjects you to will be within the rules of this institution. David and Jim will be available to assist him and to ensure maximum security. Be sure of one thing you will not escape this time. You still have time to change your mind".

Richard hesitated for a moment and then heard himself saying, "I have nothing to say". His cock was now getting very hard again. He was both excited and apprehensive about what was now going to happen. He began to see this as a challenge and he was not going to be broken by these guys if he could possibly help it.

Within a few minutes Richard found himself back downstairs in a room where he saw a bondage table. His wrists were uncuffed and the mitts removed. He was stripped of his prison suit and then his jockstrap was pulled down around his ankles. The now former prisoner 5261 said, "from now on you will only speak when spoken to. You will call me Sir as you will my colleagues David and Jim. Failure to obey these rules and any other prison rules will result in increased punishment until you conform. As David and Jim stood by as the now former prisoner 5261 (whose name was Tom) searched him. His fingers probed Richard's mouth and every orifice of his body. "This is ridiculous," said Richard, "you know I haven't hidden anything. I am naked for God's sake"! Tom reached for a muzzle and strapped it tightly around Richard's head. Richard was then forced to bend over the table on his stomach and he felt lube being applied and rubbed liberally around his butt followed by a cold plug being forced in. He tried to resist it but it slid in and he realised it was metal. "He seems to be enjoying this guys, look at his cock," said Tom. Richard's cock was erect and getting ever harder as the muzzle was removed but replaced immediately by a rubber hood which had breathing tubes in the nose piece, no eyeholes but an open mouth. A gag was forced into his mouth and this also had a breathing tube going through the middle of it. His cock and balls were then lubed and Richard felt the shock of his balls being roughly grabbed. This caused his erection to soften and almost immediately he felt something being strapped around his balls. Then before his erection could recover he realised that he had once more been locked in a chastity device. Next he was forced to the floor and found himself being quickly and expertly zipped into a rubber sleep sac and his arms being secured in the internal sleeves. The sleep sac had a hood attached, which was pulled over his head with Tom being careful to pull the breathing tubes through. Richard was also aware of a pulling feeling around the crotch of his rubber suit. He then felt himself being lifted onto the table and he was strapped down. By now his cock was fully aroused but trapped in its chastity prison unable to escape. He tried to struggle but realised it was pointless and this was confirmed as he felt something pulling on his head and he now found that he could not move his head either. He was once again securely bound in an unforgiving rubber prison with his engorged cock trying in vain to burst out of the chastity device.

He found it difficult to hear as his head was encased in two layers of rubber but it seemed to him that his guards had left. All he could hear was his own breathing as he drew breath through the system of tubes that he had been forced to endure. But then he felt a sensation in his cock. At first it was only slight but over the next few minutes its intensity increased. He had been wired up to an electro device. Then he felt a jolt in his butt and knew that his captors had wired the butt plug as well. Bit by bit the intensity increased but he was at first enjoying the sensation. It was quite pleasant although it was causing his cock to swell even more in its prison from which there was no way out. The sensation kept altering as the wavelength changed but the intensity relentlessly increased. He tried to expel the butt plug but to no avail and several pulses caused him to shout out but the gag did its job and no sound came out. He began to sweat profusely as his limited struggles produced more body heat. On and on the electro stim continued. He tried to shout even louder but his words just came out as grunts. "Now 4317" he heard Tom say, "perhaps you will conform. You must accept the fact that you are just a number in this place and will only be released when you have served your term". The power was turned up yet again. Richard was desperate for it to be turned off and to be released from his rubber cocoon. He begged through his gag but his guards just laughed and said they couldn't understand him. But all this time his cock felt as if it would explode in its ecstasy. But the chastity device was unyielding. This was torture for sure……tied, hooded, gagged but unable to obtain sexual relief. The pulses slackened and Richard began to feel a bit more comfortable. He felt hand on his chest and the rush of cool air as flaps above his tits were opened. He knew what was coming as he felt clamps being attached to his tits. The clamps were attached to a chain and slowly but inexorably the chain was pulled tighter. Then the electro stim started again. Once more Richard thrashed around in his rubber prison but this only put more pressure on his tits. The butt plug was pressing against his prostate and the pulses continued to shoot up his butt. But still no orgasm. He now started to beg his captors to stop. He tried to shout but once more the gag made nonsense of his pleadings. His cock was throbbing unmercifully and he was aware of liquid dripping from his cock. At first he thought it was pre cum but this was different. The butt plug was doing its work. His prostate was being milked releasing fluids while denying him the pleasure of an orgasm. "The bastards", he thought. But there was nothing that prisoner 4317 could do about it. Once more a wave of humiliation came over him The successful city lawyer was now a shaved sex object imprisoned in rubber, hooded and gagged and unable to control his own sexual functions. Others controlled his sexuality. He screamed into his gag. "Please Sir, please stop…….please……" Again his captors taunted him by pretending they could not understand.

A surge of pain from his tits made him realise that the clamps had been removed and the blood flowed back into them. The electro stim stopped. "Anything to say 4317" said Tom. Richard said nothing. Several pulses shot through his cock and up his butt. He screamed. He tried nodding his head but it was tightly restrained but he managed somehow to move it slightly. "A change of mind maybe" said Tom. Richard grunted into his gag. "Is that yes"? Richard grunted again. He felt the hood on the sleep sac being unzipped. Then the gag was removed. Richard blurted out "yes, yes whatever you want".

30 minutes later Richard clad only in a jockstrap and with his arms and legs shackled in chains stood in front of Chris at his desk and said "yes, Sir, I am prisoner 4317 who escaped from here in breach of my agreement." He could hardly believe he was saying it but he felt he could not tolerate anymore. He would take his chances and see what awaited him now. After all Chris had said that it would be easier for him.

"Well Gentlemen you have heard what 4317 has said," said Chris addressing David, Jim and Tom who were sitting down enjoying a drink. "As you know I told 4317 it would be easier for him if he admitted his guilt. And I will keep that promise as regards his agreed term of imprisonment. But that is for later. First he must subjected to the penalty for escaping which still stands and which I did not offer to waive. Looking at Richard's fit muscled body he said, " It appears that he is in good physical form and fit enough to take it. Unless you disagree I suggest we make preparations to carry this out tomorrow". The others enthusiastically agreed.

Richard didn't dare say anything, as he did not wish to be gagged again. But his heart started to thump. What was he facing now? He had no idea and it was clear that he was not going to be told. At that moment he wished he was at home in his London flat. But this was no fantasy and as the near naked and chained form of prisoner 4317 was led away he was only too well aware of it. "

(Final Part)
prisonerxwrites"Richard was sitting in his cage where he had been confined since he had admitted his guilt. His wrists were chained together and his hands once more locked into leather mitts. His ankles were also shackled and joined to his wrists by a chain. His head was tightly strapped into a leather muzzle and although he was not blindfolded he could not speak as the muzzle gagged him very effectively. He was naked but for a metal chastity belt which was padlocked and once again imprisoned his cock and balls. But he was not alone. Also confined to the cage and restrained in the same manner was prisoner 2982, the guy that Richard knew as Jason.

Before he had been put back in the cage Richard had been spread-eagled on a bondage table and was once more given a complete body shave. Not that there was much hair to shave as he had been shaved for the first time only a day or two before. But Jim and David had told him that he needed to be shaved again before he faced his punishment the next day after which he might be released.

When he was released from the bondage table he was restrained as described above after which he was given something to eat and drink. When he had finished his meal David strapped the muzzle around his head and snapped on a padlock. Richard pleaded with him not to gag him but David said that he would have company in his cage and all communication between the prisoners must be prevented.

Richard and Jason sat in the cage chained and gagged and unable to talk to each other. Richard had tried initially to make himself understood but it was hopeless. Jason was in the same position so they just looked at each other. They could not even hold hands as the leather mitts prevented contact. But they were both in a state of high arousal and for a while each prisoner tried in vain to bring themselves to orgasm but the metal chastity belts did their job. Their frustration was complete. They could not cum; they could not talk to each other. All they could do was look into each other's eyes and try to imagine what the other was thinking.

Richard was also wondering what awaited him the next day. Nobody had told him what was going to happen and when he had asked David and Jim they just smiled and said, "you will find out in the morning". He wondered if Jason knew but there was no way he could find out. Richard eventually drifted into a restless sleep lying alongside Jason. Regardless of how he tried he could not get his mind to concentrate on anything other than his caged cock which was constantly hard in its metal prison.

When the morning eventually came David and Jim appeared dressed as usual in military fatigues and unlocked the cage. Richard and Jason were released from their shackles, the mitts were removed but they were kept muzzled. They were allowed use the toilet, which took a while, as they were still locked in their chastity belts. They were given something to eat and drink being warned as their muzzles were removed not to attempt to speak to each other.

Once they had finished eating both prisoners had their hands locked behind them in cuffs. Leather gags were pushed into their mouths and both had a heavy-duty spandex hood pulled down over their heads. They were brought upstairs and led outside where Chris and all the other prisoners and guards were waiting. Chris looked at the two hooded and gagged figures naked except for their chastity belts. "Prisoner 4317 you will now be punished for your offence of escaping for this place a few weeks ago and causing former prisoner 5261 to be punished. You will be joined in this punishment by prisoner 2982 who foolishly tried to escape this weekend". Richard heard muffled sounds coming from Jason who was trying to say something. Jason's grunts just had the effect of causing Richard's caged cock to stiffen and remind him of its metal prison. Chris went on "This will be a public humiliation in front of all the other prisoners and guards as a warning to anybody that is thinking of infringing the rules or breaking agreements entered into". He then told David and Jim to carry out the sentence.

Richard and Jason had no idea what was about to happen. They could not see anything through their heavy-duty spandex hoods. They were just aware of voices around them and the sounds of preparations being made which they did not recognise.

Richard's hand cuffs were removed and he felt leather restraints being attached to his wrists and then several more pairs were strapped around the middle part of his arms, around his biceps and finally around his shoulders. Restraints were also applied to his ankles. He was aware that they seemed somewhat heavier than ones he was used to in the past. He was then ordered to lie on the ground face down. As he did so he felt lube being applied generously to his anus and worked in. His cock was hard in its metal cage and continued to stiffen as the hand applying the lube worked on his anus.

He was pulled to his feet and marched forward. To his surprise he felt someone unlocking his chastity belt and pulling it off him. His cock sprang out and to his embarrassment he heard laughter from the others who were watching this. He heard the sound of metal being unlocked again and more laughter and he realised that the same thing was happening to Jason.

He was then turned around and felt himself being pushed back against what felt like a ladder. "OK prisoner 4317 just climb carefully up the steps", said David "we will be holding you all the time so you will not fall". Richard moved his foot backward and found the first step. Very carefully he stepped up one after the other. He was ascending a ladder backwards but he still didn't know where this was leading. His heart was thumping and his cock was still vertical for all to see. David and Jim supported him all the way up and after ascending 4 or 5 steps he was told to stop. First his left arm was extended and he felt the restraints being attached to a wooden beam. Then the same happened to his right arm and he knew now that he was attached to a crossbeam. He felt someone grab each of his thighs and he was lifted off the ladder which was pulled away. He panicked for a moment but realised that David and Jim were holding his lower body. His lubed anus was lowered slowly onto a rubber butt plug which was attached to a tiny seat on the wooden pole supporting the crossbeam. He felt the pressure of the plug on his prostate as he struggled to find a comfortable position. His cock was now twitching erratically as his erection grew. Then he felt his feet being guided on to a small platform where he tried resting his feet. But there was only room for his heels. He felt the ankle restraints being attached to the pole. He knew now he had been crucified! As the plug drove into his prostate he struggled to find a secure position. His arms were beginning to ache and he was concentrating on trying to keep his heels on the platform to give him support. Finally he felt a ladder being placed against the back of the crossbeam and Jim climbed up and removed his spandex hood.

Richard blinked as the daylight hit his eyes. He was still gagged and he was trying to shout out but as usual only a moaning sound emerged. Opposite him was the crucified figure of Jason who also had a massive erection. Richard looked down at his own cock and felt humiliated as all the other guys watching talked and pointed and laughed at his predicament. The more he struggled to try and ease the aches in his arms and the relentless thrust of the plug against his prostate the harder his cock got. He was now sweating and trickles of perspiration began to run down his muscled body. His eyes met Jason's who was also struggling hard and sweating profusely. He saw the smirking face of Chris enjoying the spectacle of Richard's tortured body as he hung on the cross. He knew he couldn't take much more of this but his erect penis was throbbing. He tried yet again to find a position which would ease the feeling of the invasive plug and as he was doing so heard a groan form Jason as his cock spurted its load in front of the assembled company. As Richard once more slumped down on his plug his own load shot, he moaned loudly into his gag and continued to pump out what seemed to him to be litres of his juice. He felt utterly humiliated as the other guys cheered and laughed. But now the pain in his arms began to grow in intensity and his cock was for the first time softening. He began to panic but David and Jim immediately moved towards him with the ladders and gently and safely released him and slowly lowered him to the ground. He was aware that Jason had also been taken down. Richard was placed on soft mattress, given something to drink while his aching arms were massaged and he recovered from his ordeal.

Within an hour Richard found himself once again sealed in rubber, hooded and gagged and in the back of the van that had brought him to this place. He wondered what was next and only knew that he was being driven somewhere else. Chris, David and Jim were in the front as he could hear them chatting. Very soon he heard the sound of traffic and was aware of the van stopping and starting. He hoped that he might be back in London. The van stopped and he was carried out of it into a building. He was released from his rubber prison and saw that he was back at Chris's house. Chris told him to take a shower and clean himself up. When he returned his designer suit, shirt and briefs were laid out for him. But Chris was holding a cb2000 in his hand. "For the time being you are free to go" he said "but I think you are ready for further training. It is up to you but if you put this device on I will retain the keys. That means I continue to control you even when you are back at work. I will decide when or if you can cum and even then that means you will have to report here as I will have the keys. Let me know what your decision is by the end of today".

Richard got dressed and just then remembered that he had no hair. Well he would just have to tell them at his office that he liked this new style. He smiled to himself as he made his way home carrying the cb2000 in its bag.

When he got home he had a drink and began to think about what Chris had said. He looked at the cb2000 and wondered………. If he locked it on he did not know how long it would be before it came off. He thought about how it would effect his daily lifestyle. He could still go swimming and go to the gym but he would not be free to cum when he wished to. He thought of the events of the previous few days and smiled. Once again his cock was stiffening. He thought no more about it and just dropped his trousers and pulled down his briefs. As the padlock closed over the cb2000 he was already emailing Chris. Perhaps he was beginning a life sentence; he didn't know but for the time being his manhood was now the property of another man. And judging from the reaction of his once again caged cock he was happy with that.