By SlickChaser
Sentenced to a white-collar crime, the man named Fern was sentenced to months at a low security detention center. The report date came quickly for him, and his lawyer traveled with him after advising by the federal department of corrections. Upon arrival with his lawyer, he was asked to sit in a waiting area while the lawyer went to a boardroom. After a few minutes, Fern was ordered into the same room.
There his lawyer stood by a single seat at the table, and on the other side, 2 officers and a third man in a suit stood with an orange suit, boots and lots of shiny cuffs and chains. “Small issue Fern, the penitentiary has an over crowded capacity and delayed construction. They have 2 options; a double sentence in a gen pop facility with a lot of tough criminals, or a quick 2 week serve at a super max facility, but you’re still treated like one of theirs. You have to sign the document in 3 minutes or else your surrender will not be considered official and you’ll face additional penalties.”
The lawyer patted the chair and opened the folder on the desk with a pen ready. Fern thought it was a mistake, but once his lawyer pointed to the clock on the wall, he sat down. Without thinking, he took the shorter option, figure maybe 20 some odd hours a day away from others. The lawyer grabbed the envelope, walked to the other side and dropped it with the man in the suit. The officers saw the signature page, and quickly sprung into action grabbing the stuff off the table. Ordered to strip, he just stared ahead at his lawyer and the man in the suit; first went on a tight fitting prison suit, then some small black boots, and ankle cuffs to a brown leather belt with cuffs hooked on, and a chain down to the ankle cuffs from the belly. Quickly he was escorted to the door by the two men. His lawyer bid him good luck. “Heard you’re off to the bulls lair…you’re in for a hell of a time.”
Whisked away into a van, he was strapped into a single seat in the back, then a neoprene hood pulled over his head. All the meanwhile, he had to process what the “bulls lair” was and what it meant; a work farm? Caged like an animal? It didn’t really register. Once the van stopped, all the doors opened except the back one where he sat, until he heard numerous voices. The door opened and many men quickly unbuckled him and carried him by the arms and legs, not even letting him walk, until a few moments later he heard a loud door open, and quickly hands went all over him to remove the cuffs and uniform, only to quickly feel cold hard steel reapplied to his wrists and ankles, and a new leather belt fastened across his midsection. The cuffs were thick and rigid, then pulled tight to mount the belt, and a short chain applied to the equally as thick ankle cuffs.
The room went quiet as a door open and shut. The hood was pulled off and there in a small room were 5 men all in leather with dark blue tops, and a man in a shit wearing a badge with “warden” written in silver against the gold badge. The warden was tall with a well kept beard, piercing blue eyes, and similar form fitting leather with a white over coat. From a small distance, he eyed Fern up and down; a fit but smaller guy, barely 5’8’’ with longer blonde hair, green eyes and a robust but slim build. Standing completely naked made him feel the most vulnerable in his life. The warden walked in a circle before he said “shave him, take him to the main room. He’s fresh, he’ll be outstanding.” As quickly as the orders were given, Fern was grabbed by two of the men in the room and walked to a door, which when opened revealed a barber chair, sink and a mirror, barely big enough for a double closet. One of the men turned the chair around while the other forcibly turned and pushed Fern back into the brown leather chair. The chair was turned around facing the mirror.
Another of the officers walked in with a box, opening behind them; a black PVC cape was quickly pulled out and over Fern’s cold naked skin, a neck strip pulled tight and cape fastened. As soon as he finished fitting the cape, the unmistakeable sound of hair clippers filled the room. The men took pride and joy in using the clippers to slowly and surely shear every last bit of hair from Fern; each one took a turn zipping the clippers up and down his head, and after a few minutes, was reduced to nothing left. Covered in blonde hair clippings on the black cape, an officer stepped forward to open the mirror Fern had to stare at while they manhandled his head to but bare skin”. Behind it was a lather machine, gloves and a box of various razors. The man threw on the gloves, and let the machine whir to life with a huge helping of lather, which was spread out over Fern’s head. Like a well oiled machine, several took turns finishing the shave job off to a completely bald and shiny product. The cape was pulled off, the chair turned around, but each man still had their gloves on. Two of them grabbed Fern and stood him up, while the others looked at his cock area; a fresh batch of lather was brought over, applied to his already clean, but apparently not perfect, trimming around his cock. Much like they did to his head, they carefully shaved him completely smooth and spotless. Without a second to process it, Fern was grabbed and helped walk out of the area, into a small hallway before reaching a large black door with “main lab” written in large white letters. The door was opened via a key card, and into “the lair” Fern was lead.
Several officers were already busy with two other perfectly shaven prisoners. Each of them were being strapped to a metal chair, leather bound in straightjackets, leather straps. Standing there in the middle, the two officers that lead Fern in went to a large locker and retrieved similar looking straight jacket. His cuffs were unlocked, and they went about undoing the belly belt and chains. While that happened, Fern watched one of the inmates start to whimper and overheard “you can’t drain any more of me…please no more!” The other prisoner also cried out “how much more!…my god no!”
As the men began to pull fern into his jacket, he watched as each were further geared up; their sounds of frustration being muffled out as some dark black hoods were pulled over, followed with a muzzle and large orange ball hanging in the middle. Each of them exasperated “mmmmph!” as the straps on the muzzle were fixed, then the top of the muzzle harness connected to a small chain to the back of the chair. A collar was finally affixed to each of them, each one bearing a number on the front. Lost in watching, Fern was awoken to reality as the two officers finished pulling each strap tight on the straight jacket and wrapped under his legs, after which they grabbed him and walked him to the center chair. Once sat down, a similar fate began to unfold for Fern; strapped, hooded, gagged, collared. The hood had eye holes, so was able to see the glass tubes attached to the inmate to his right and left, and a series of switches turned on and what looked like a sucking action. Once started, he could hear each captive begin to moan and thrash against their bounds, to no avail. Each one the had a blindfold attached at the hood and pulled to completely enclose their head. He could see and hear the suffering. There seemed to be a delay as the officers with Fern just stood at attention on either side of his chair. The door then opened and in walked the warden.
He checked each of the other prisoners, thrashing and letting out moans and bubbling drool out of their muzzles. “If these two don’t produce, send them to solitary. They’re too young to not drain. And you…” The warden walked in front, pulled a few straps, even tightened a couple. He patted the inside of Fern’s right leg, his cock quickly responded to attention, Fern not understanding the natural reaction; it made him incredibly nervous and anxious as in the midst he heard more moaning and noises from the other two.
“I don’t put greenhorns in here, but you’re part of my new project. Two weeks from now you’ll be so drained you will never cross a street wrong, let alone commit a crime.” The warden backed away and nodded, the two men went and grabbed a couple things. After walking back, one began to attach something around the base of his cock, and another around the top of his balls; using a glove and lube, he was gently stroked as the second man began to pull down the glass tube. It was pushed onto his ever growing cock, hold in place while one walked behind the chair and clicked a switch. It sprung the suction piece to life, and seconds later, electro kicked in around his cock and balls. Immediately Fern let out an audible “mmmph!” as the suction began to pull his cock to full erect status, and the ability electro pulsated to drive his cock even more crazy.
Fern didn’t know how to process it; bound with nowhere to go and his cock being pulled and prodded on in ways he never dreamt possible. The way he electro went from helping to holding him back while the suction just did its thing. With his cock already hard, each zap of the electro brought it to a state even more erect than he thought possible. The suction was pulling every feeling; so hard, so sensitive. He too began to fall into making noise subconsciously. The pulsing with the electro eliciting several “mmm…mmm…mmmmph!” out of his gagged mouth. Each time the electro fired off, his cock would pulse to fully up right erect, causing the sucking to pull extremely hard against his shaft, then once back relaxed, more contact at his tip. Never before had he been teased in such a way. Fern knew it was a matter of time before he would explode, and seemed like everyone in the room was anxiously waiting.
As the moments went by, the electro got more intense, pushing the suction on his shaft so incredibly tight. Fern was so confused; it felt amazing but such a weird circumstance as he began to leak drool from his gag, sweating in the straight jacket, legs beginning to twitch from wanting to cum. He could hear almost screaming and wrestling next to him, one of the inmates going crazy. As he peaked over, his eyes were covered much like them, now truly just alone with his tormentors and their machine. Fern tried to push his cock just a little to make a stroke action, to no avail as his bounds were so tight. Every pulse action with the electro continued to move his cock to where the suction was really pulling. It felt so good and finally, he was at a point where climax was near. Completely bubbling with drool, he was able to relax as his cock finally exploded…one, two, three, four…massive relief and ecstasy, dreaming how much cum was coming out as it felt like a massive load after another. Closing his eyes Fern let out a long loud “mmm…ggggrph” through his gag, only to quickly convert a bit to a loud “noooooph” after he realized the machine wasn’t stopping.
The suction on his sensitive cock was an all time high and complete suffering. He could also hear one of the inmates next to him in a high pitched squeal as well, almost as if temporary moment of relief caused someone else to cum. Fern felt extra weak in his legs and started to squirm much like the other prisoners, pulling and yanking for relief but with no hope to escape. His cock was in a confused state, still wanting the sucking and possibly cum again, but the head of his cock felt like it was ready to catch on fire, every other nerve screaming in sensitive pain.
Twisting, pulling, moaning and screaming, all 3 of the prisoners wanting release from their scenario. All the officers simply walked around as if nothing was happening, occasionally pulling a strap or two. Fern pulled himself against the chair, trying to do anything to thrust the device off or get to cum again. The limited movement seemed to make it worse, like he couldn’t achieve climax. On and on it went, until finally, he felt the tip of cock reach a point to tip off again, and slowly he felt a suction out of his cock, just a little bit. He continued to pull against his bonds, to no avail. Each man faced the same, the machines rolling along and them just being sucked dry. A third time he came, absolute misery and not a lot to show.
Suddenly, it all stopped. More officers entered, quickly unstrapping each man, removing the straight jackets, gags but leaving the hoods and collars. Each were belly chained and handcuffed, then almost drug from the room, each captive completely exhausted and their limp dicks matching their energy. A loud sound, the hoods pulled off, a cell with 3 beds and each bed with straps. Fern watched the other 2 get fastened in, and then his turn. The lights went dark, the doors slid shut, with a clock above that said “hours until next: 6.” Day 1 was done, so many left to go.