By Mister-X/Spartan

Russ looked at the time and realized he hadn’t eaten dinner yet. He lived alone, but was at work and didn’t feel like going home to fix dinner. He decided to walk down to the fast food joint a couple of blocks away. They had a Tuesday night special going. As he was about halfway there, he heard a car screech to a halt behind him and a couple of guys rush out toward him. They looked like policemen. He looked around to see what they could be going to, but couldn’t see anything else where he was standing. By then they’d come up to him and stopped.

“Russell Smith?”

“Yes. Why?”

“We have a warrant for your arrest. Walk over to our car and put your hands up against it while you spread your legs and arms.”

Russ knew that he was going to be arrested and jailed at some time, but he didn’t know when it would be. As he was standing there he started thinking about what he had ahead of him in the next few days that he wouldn’t be here to take care of.

“Move it!” The guy started pushing Russ over to the car. Soon Russ had assumed the correct position and he was being patted down. Other passersby were looking over at the scene. Soon one of Russ’ wrists was brought behind his back and a handcuff was ratcheted on, the back of his hand facing where the other would soon be. This was followed by the other. The back door of the sedan was opened and Russ was ‘helped’ to sit inside. The door was closed and the two got into the front seat. Russ had been aroused by hearing the creaking leather of the officer, as well as being put into the cuffs.

Russ shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The cuffs were pretty tight. They were also this new kind that were in one piece so he couldn’t move his arms separately. As they were driving he finally said “these cuffs are awfully tight. Couldn’t you loosen them a little?”

“They’ll come off when we get to the station and take your prints.”

Russ was wondering what they would find when they sent his fingerprints off to be checked with their records. He hadn’t exactly led a trouble-free life.

When they got to the station, the officers took Russ out of the back of the car and escorted him in, an officer holding one of Russ’ arms. Russ took the occasion to take a good look at the pair. They were nicely built, ones he wouldn’t mind having play with him if he ever had the opportunity and they were so inclined. Once inside, he was taken through a door that had been locked, one of the officers opening it with a key. They went up to another officer who was sitting at a desk with some papers in front of him.

“Russell Smith. You’ve got an arrest warrant out on him. It should be on your desk.”

“That was quick work. We just got the paperwork this morning.” The arresting officers waited while the desk officer pulled out a form and started filling it in. The arresting officer gave him Russ’ driver’s license, which the desk officer started copying after Russ had answered his query as to whether the information was current. After the form was completed, the desk officer pulled out a form and an ink pad for taking fingerprints. On seeing this, one of the arresting officers first locked a pair of ankle shackles onto Russ’ ankles, one that only had a short chain between.

“Wow, you guys sure are careful.”

“We don’t take chances here.”

While one officer held an arm, the cuffs were removed and the other officer pulled the other arm up to the desk officer to start taking fingerprints. Russ had wanted to rub the mark that the tight cuffs had left on his wrist, but wasn’t able to do so. It took some time to do the fingerprinting, the desk officer patiently telling Russ to just relax and touch the paper. Russ was wondering how he could relax in such a situation, but cooperated as best he could.

When the fingerprinting process was finished and Russ had wiped the excess ink off his fingers, his arms were brought behind his back and his wrists were cuffed again. Again, the cuffs were ratcheted tight. With those cuffs on, Russ’ arms were locked in place. The two officers started shuffling Russ away, having to take baby steps.

“Aren’t you going to take off the ankle shackles so I can take normal steps?”

“As we told you, we don’t take chances.”

Russ was next taken to another room. The contents of his pockets were removed and placed into a manila envelope with his name printed on it. Then he was taken inside another smaller room where he was told to strip off his clothes and hang them up. The room was like a changing room at a clothing store, with one of the officers standing inside while the other was outside. Russ felt uncomfortable stripping naked in front of another man. His cuffs were removed so he could comply with the top part. After he was naked from the waist up, the officer said “remove any other objects from your hands and arms and give them to me.”

Russ removed his rings and wristwatch and handed them to the officer. His wrists were once again cuffed behind his back, but this time his hands were palm-to-palm so that his arms were straight down instead of bent at the elbow.

The inside officer gathered up these clothes, rings and watch and handed them to the outside officer. The one outside had a larger bag which he put the clothes into, and put the rings and watch into the manila envelope. The inside officer then removed Russ’ ankle shackles and started removing his shoes and socks. He handed those to the outside officer. He then unbuckled Russ’ pants belt, unzipped his fly, and lowered Russ’ pants. He handed those to the outside officer. Russ was starting to get nervous, and finally said “you aren’t going to remove my briefs, are you?”

The inside officer smiled and said, “we have to see what you might have hidden under there.” Russ gulped as the officer took hold of his briefs and started lowering them. Russ was now naked, and the officer could see his erect cock. The officer smiled when he saw that, but just calmly handed the briefs to the outside officer and put the ankle shackles back on. He then put on some plastic gloves and started feeling into Russ’ butt to see if he had hidden anything in that cavity. He reached up pretty far and touched Russ’ prostate. Russ fidgeted when he did this, and the officer shouted, “stop moving!”

When the officer had finished his inspection, he opened the door and the two escorted Russ down the hall. Russ was naked, and was again forced to take baby steps. On the way, the inside officer pointed out Russ’ erect cock to the outside officer. At another door, they walked him inside. This was a bathroom, and they walked Russ into the shower stall. Russ wasn’t wearing glasses, so they just left him, closed and locked the door, and turned on the water. The water came from several directions at once. It was cold, and Russ let out a yell when it hit him. He wasn’t able to get away from it, but could only stand there and be blasted with water. After a couple of minutes, the water was turned off and a heat lamp was turned on. It took a few minutes for Russ to get dry. By then his hard-on had disappeared.

When they unlocked and opened the shower door, Russ could see some clothes setting there for him. They were all stenciled ‘prisoner.’ Russ had never seen anything like these before. They were certainly not the normal prison clothes. He looked at the two officers and said “surely you’re not going to put me in those?”

“As we told you, we don’t take chances here. So yes, you’re soon going to be clothed in those. Now don’t give us any trouble. You will soon see that we’ve altered these clothes to allow us to make it more difficult for any prisoner who starts giving us trouble. Here the law protects us more than the prisoner.”

They started putting the clothes on Russ. The top was thick canvas and was made to fit tightly over the upper body. As they were putting it on, Russ said, “hey, won’t you be taking my cuffs off when I’m in the cell?”

“No we won’t, and shut up! You’ll have to deal with what we put you in. One more complaint and you will be gagged!”

“But I haven’t had dinner yet. How am I going to eat without the use of my hands?”

“Dinner time has passed. You’ll have to wait until morning to get fed. But you’ll be able to eat. You’ll see.” The other officer laughed a little at that.

Russ gulped as they brought the top down and started yanking the straps tight and buckling them. One strap went over his stomach and arms. Another strap went over the chest, though there were holes where the tits appeared, exposing them to be clamped if necessary. Around the neck there was a double-high strap which forced the chin high. When they yanked this one tightly shut and buckled it, Russ whispered, “I’m choking with it that tight.”

“I told you to shut up! That’s it!”

The officer left and returned with a leather head harness which had an internal penis gag. The two officers started putting that on Russ’ head, and soon his head was tightly enclosed in leather. He was unable to speak anything intelligent through his mouth, though he kept trying to.

When this was on, one of the officers brought a chair over, one that had built-in straps, and soon Russ was sitting on the chair with his chest and stomach strapped to it. The officers then stretched out Russ’ legs and started bringing up the lower part of his prison clothes. It was also thick canvas, and was a tight fit. Up and up it went, until it was bunched at the start of the seat Russ was sitting on. This had straps and was opened at the end to allow the shackled ankles to fit.

Starting with the lower legs, the officers started yanking the built-in straps tight and buckled them. There were four, two below the knees, and two above the knees. When they were finished with this, they unstrapped Russ from the chair and brought him up onto his feet. They then started bringing the ‘pants’ further up his body before yanking the waist strap closed and buckling it over his arms as well. There were openings at the crotch and at the butt to access them. This also meant that Russ’ wrist cuffs were accessible, since his wrists hung down to his butt.

All while this was being done, Russ was trying to get his breathing regulated, and he was trying to speak into his gag. When they were finished, one of the officers stood in front of Russ and said, “okay, wise guy. Notice that there are openings to your tits, your crotch, and your ass. We keep these open to let wise guys know what could be done to them while they are in this place. It’s your choice. Either you settle down and cooperate, or you get punished. We’re comfortable either way. Just be aware that we are in charge here.”

Russ kept trying to say, ‘I want to call my lawyer,’ but the gag made his words unintelligible. When the two were finished, they double-checked everything, tried pulling a couple of straps tighter, and then started shuffling Russ off to put him in a cell, Russ again taking baby steps which the opening at the bottom of the ‘pants’ allowed him to do. The two officers each stood alongside Russ as they slowly made their way out of the room. Russ kept repeating his words as they continued walking.

All the cell doors were solid, with a little door to open and look inside. When they got to a cell, the officer first opened the small door and looked inside. Then he opened the cell door. There were two beds inside, and another guy was already occupying one of them. This guy was restrained as Russ was, though without the head harness and gag. He looked at Russ as he was being led inside.

The officers picked Russ up and lifted him onto the other bed. They maneuvered him so that he was face down. One of the officers pulled the connecting chain for Russ’ ankle shackles until it was outside his ‘pants.’ Then he yanked the strap tightly closed that went around his ankles and buckled it. He also had brought a padlock. He took the middle of the connecting chain to the ankle shackles in one hand and took Russ’ exposed handcuffs with the other, and yanked the two toward each other. There was a hole in the connection of the bar connecting the handcuffs, and the guy put the padlock through that and one of the chains in the ankle shackles. Russ was now in a hogtie position, his chest pulled up off the bed.

The guy raised slats on the sides of the bed to keep Russ from falling out of it, and said, “let’s see how you like spending the night like that, wise guy.”

Russ had never been so uncomfortable when trying to sleep. He couldn’t get any sleep that night. He had to focus on something to take his mind off the severe pain he was having, so he imagined being restrained and played with by those two officers. After the two officers had left, his cellmate looked over at Russ to see how he was set up. Russ could see him, but couldn’t say anything. He wondered how long that guy had been in here, and what he was in here for.

The next morning, their cell door was opened and Russ’ cellmate was helped out to go down the hall to get emptied out. It took a few minutes before he was brought back, only to be laid down on the floor of the cell. Russ was finally unlocked from his hogtie. The strap around his ankles was also unbuckled. He was helped to shuffle down the hall to the bathroom. He was taken to the commode and sat down on it.

Russ was wondering how he was going to do #2 with his hands covering his butt, but he found that when he sat down, his hands separated from his butt. While one of the officers pointed his penis down into the bowl, the officer’s hand being in one of those plastic gloves, Russ was able to do his morning dump. Afterwards, when he’d finished pissing, the officer got some toilet paper and wiped Russ’ butt clean. Finished, Russ was helped back into his cell, also laid down on the floor next to his cellmate. Russ was still gagged with that head harness.

In about a half-hour, food was brought to them. It was in a bowl that was set on the floor in front of them. There was also a bottle of water with a straw at the top for them to drink. Russ’ cellmate immediately started eating, while the officer who had brought the food started removing Russ’ head harness so he could eat. This officer was a different one from the arresting officers. Russ had been thinking about what he would say when he had a chance. As soon as his gag was out, Russ demanded, “I want to call my lawyer. I’ve been told nothing about my status here, why I was arrested.”

“I’d suggest eating your breakfast first while you have a chance. I’ll check on your status. When I pick up the dirty dishes I’ll tell you what I found.”

“If you’re checking, then also check to see if there’s been a call to my company, telling them that I’ve been detained.”

Russ had never eaten food out a bowl before, had never eaten without the use of his hands. He was thinking that this was inhumane, and this whole experience was cruel and unusual punishment. But he ate breakfast. He was hungry.

When the officer returned to pick up the dirty dishes, after helping put Russ’ cellmate back into his bed, he was ready to respond to Russ.

“I’ve checked on your status. A call has been made to your company, telling them that something has come up and you will be away for the rest of the week. You are being held for 72 hours without charge. After the 72 hours are up, either you will be charged or you will be released.”

“I was told there was a warrant out for my arrest. What did the warrant say?”

“It was a general arrest warrant. Apparently they needed to get you out of the way so they could check into some of your business records without you being there to interfere. They had produced just cause to a judge for doing so. What you will be charged with depends on what they find.”

“What?! They can’t just do that to anyone on a blanket basis! I demand to talk to my lawyer!”

“Look, buddy. I’ve answered you as best I can. If you want to raise a stink, I can make your life here miserable. Now what is it to be?”

“You can’t do this to me! You can’t! There are laws! I demand to see my lawyer!”

Soon, Russ had that head harness back on which had the built-in gag. And he was back in the hogtie position he’d spent the night in. But this time his chest was not pulled off the bed. Instead, his back side was pulled forward. The reason was because the bed had a place for tit clamps to be screwed onto. They were screwed in place, and Russ was tilted up so that he was held there by the clamps on his tits. The clamps were very severe, actually like binder clips. They were very painful. Russ was screaming into his gag from the pain. The officer had also pulled up a strap that had been under the mattress and buckled it over the back of Russ’ chest to keep him from pulling his tits off the clamps. He also opened a hole in the mattress opposite his nostrils to allow him to breathe.

After a while, the officer was back. This time he had a hood, which he put over Russ’ head, pulling the strings in the back to get it secured. It had extra insulation around the mouth to deaden the sound. It also only had two pinholes at the nostrils, with no eye holes. Russ now could not see. His cellmate, as well as the officers and other prisoners, now didn’t have to listen to Russ’ screams of pain.

At lunchtime, Russ’ cell mate got fed, but Russ didn’t. Likewise at dinner, Russ didn’t get fed. Russ’ cellmate was released in the afternoon, so Russ now had the cell to himself, not that it mattered to him.

The next morning, Russ was released from the hogtie and ankle strap. He was taken down to the bathroom for his usual morning eliminations, which went like the previous day, although there was little to remove. After he was returned to his cell, he was also released from the tit clamps. Breakfast would be another half hour, and they used this time to wait for him to stop screaming before removing the hood and head harness. After the previous day, he knew the routine. He said nothing until after he’d eaten. But he’d prepared what to say.

When the morning officer came to remove the dirty dishes, Russ laid into him, “That was torture you put me through yesterday! I’m making a note of how you treat me! I’ll report all of this when I get out of here. But in the meantime I demand to speak to my lawyer!”

The officer just shook his head and calmly said, “some guys just never learn. Obviously you’re one of those. Very well, you will be taken to the next step.”

Russ eventually found himself back the way he’d spent the previous day. In addition, a butt plug had been pushed up his ass all the way to his prostate. Plus, one of those plastic punishers that have little spikes at the tip had been first put over his cock. He was getting pain from another source than his already painful tits. This time the hood was put on at the beginning, since the guards knew what the result would be.

This was Russ’ third night at that place. He knew that he would either be charged or released later that next afternoon, since he would have been there for 72 hours. He figured he could continue his barrage the next morning after breakfast, since whatever they had left would only be for a few hours. He still wanted to call his lawyer.

The next morning, after the usual morning routine, when the officer came to remove the dirty dishes, this time Russ asked, “any idea what my status will be after the 72 hours are up?”

“As for being charged, no I don’t. As for being further punished for your insolent behavior, you will be kept the way you were yesterday, only this time while on the floor of your cell. We’ve got some really severe clamps we’ll put on your tits today. These are called ‘alligator clamps.’ You’ll see why when they get put on. I’ve tried those briefly. I don’t envy you having them on for several hours.”

Russ was aware of alligator clamps. He’d also tried them briefly, and didn’t look forward to having them on for several hours. When he was back the way he’d been kept with those alligator clamps on, after having let loose with more yelling and invectives at the guards, he was having second thoughts about behaving the way he’d done. This was really tough to deal with. He was having to try to focus on other things than the severe pain that his tits were sending him. He was thinking again about having those arresting officers playing with him, torturing him.

Finally after being there for 71 hours, the clamps were removed. The arresting officers returned in about 45 minutes to remove his restraints. Russ was taken to the changing room, where his prison clothes were removed and he was allowed to dress back into his normal suit and tie. But he was still kept cuffed and shackled when he came out.

He was shuffled into a different room. In this one, there was a guy sitting at a desk, dressed in a suit. He was given a piece of paper by the officers who brought Russ in. The two arresting officers stayed in the room, standing at attention in their uniforms. The guy finally finished reading the paper and looked up at Russ and said, “I’m the facility director. You have spent 72 hours here. You are being released. It is my job to interview all prisoners who have spent time here to get their feedback.

On the form you filled out you stated that you wanted to be arrested at a time of our choosing, which you would not be aware of beforehand. Was that done satisfactorily?”

“Yes.”

“You also said that in your stay here you wanted to be treated rough, even tortured. Was that done satisfactorily?”

“Yes, almost too well. I tried to play the part of the wise guy to help get your officers to respond accordingly.”

“We try our best to accommodate, and appreciated your role-play. You also said that you didn’t want to be overfed, that you needed to lose a few pounds. Was that done satisfactorily?”

“Yes.”

“We have your credit card on file. Would you like to continue your stay here now?”

“No, this has been just the kind of experience I had hoped it would be, but I’m going to need some time to get over it. I’d like to return at some future time, though, now that I know what to expect.”

“Oh, we try to never give someone the same experience a second time. We strive to give you the unexpected.”

“Oh, my. This was certainly an experience I’m not likely to forget anytime soon. I’ll be happy to recommend you to anyone else that wants to have a similar experience, though I don’t know of anyone who would. It seems to take a special kind of person to want to go through this.”

“Yet we have a backlog of clients. You’ll probably have to wait the next time you want to avail yourself of our unique set-up here.”

“I’d still like to be arrested at a time of your choosing without my knowing ahead of time. That was special.”

“I’m glad you liked that. In the meantime, you will be released on probation. For the next year, these two officers will be visiting you monthly to make sure that you have not strayed from the path you have indicated you like. They reserve their weekends for this from Friday nights through Monday mornings. You will need to tell them which weekends will fit into your schedule for them to make their visits. Good day, Mr. Smith.”

Russ was not expecting that one weekend a month would be spent restrained and tortured. He looked over at one of the officers who got a big smile on his face and held up a pair of alligator clamps.

Russ said, “no, no, not those.” He looked at the other officer, who also smiled and held up the leather gagged head harness and the leather hood, which had insulation at the mouth and pinholes only at the nostrils.

Russ started yelling as he looked down and saw that his cock had started getting erect, and they had kept that spiked punisher on the tip of it. The two officers, as well as the facility director, all started laughing when they realized what was the cause. After he’d stopped laughing, the director said, “you can keep that, but it’s required to be on for the visits by the officers.”

The two officers walked outside with Russ, helping him shuffle along in those ankle cuffs, and helped him into the back seat of the car. Russ was looking forward to finally getting out of the handcuffs which were so tightly ratcheted onto his wrists, and getting home to relax. He was also looking forward to giving his sore tits a rest.

There were no other people around the parking lot or in sight. The two officers noticed this and looked at each other. They each nodded to the other. There seemed to be an understanding between the two. The officer holding the leather head harness started putting it onto Russ’ head. Russ was wondering why he was doing that. Soon he also had the leather hood on as well. Then he noticed his shirt being opened and quickly felt the alligator clamps attached to his tits.

While he was yelling, Russ heard one of the officers say, “It’s Friday night. We know where you live and have your garage door opener, as well as a copy of the key to your house. The windows of this car are blacked out, so no one can see into it. We have weekends off, and will now be visiting you every weekend. We’ll ‘arrest’ you on Fridays after you finish work. The two of us love torturing guys. Unfortunately we lost our jobs as regular policemen due to our desire, but this job fits us perfectly. But even our job here has its limits. At your place there won’t be any limits.

We’ve already moved some gear into your apartment. We hope you like the prison cell we’ve got set up for you. It’s a little small, but we think you’ll be able to fit into it, seeing how flexible you are. And with you in it and hoisted into the air, with your head locked into that little hole at the top and all sides being bars with openings, we’ll be able to access any part of your body. There are so many, many possibilities that we can do to you. We know you enjoy being tortured, since you requested it. So sit back and start enjoying the wild time we will be giving you. We’ll leave a few things on you to think of us during the week while you’re at work so that you’ll be on edge, unable to erupt because you’ll be in chastity. But we’ll let your cock out on weekends so you can get your seed out, although you’ll pay a painful price when you do. And we’ll try to set it up for you to pay a painful price when you service us.

I see that look in your face. Don’t think you’ll be able to get away from us. The facility views probation just like any other prison. If you violate it you’ll be back inside for a longer stay, the cost deducted from your credit card, which is on file. Also, the captain has plenty of connections with the authorities so we’ll be able to track you down easily. But I shouldn’t need to tell this to a dedicated masochist like you, someone who shouldn’t want to get away from us. Besides, we know about that little morals charge you got in that southern state that you skipped out on. They’d love to see you back.”

With that, the officer pulled Russ forward and checked the handcuffs. He reached down and ratcheted them even tighter. He got a chain and wrapped it around Russ’ arms above his elbows. Then he started pulling it tighter, and tighter, until Russ’ arms couldn’t get any closer. He padlocked the chain in place. The other officer had a high, heavy metal collar, which he put around Russ’ neck and locked it, including putting a link at the end of a short chain inside the lock. He pulled the short chain back down, which forced Russ’ head back, and locked the other end of the short chain to the chain, which was around Russ’ arms. Russ’ head was forced back so far he was looking up at the ceiling of the car. He tried to swallow but couldn’t.

The officer pushed Russ back into the seat, strapping him in, and said, as he was pulling the front part of Russ’ tie as tight as he could get it, “those should keep you nicely until Monday morning. We’ll up things when we get to your place.”

The officer then yanked the bottom part of Russ’ tie up as hard as he could, forcing the tie into Russ’ neck. With the top part tight, the bottom part stayed in place. Russ’ cock was erect again and he was yelling into his gag as he was starting to choke. He was also shaking like a leaf as his cock was desiring to erupt. The two officers closed the back doors, which could not be opened from the inside, and got into the front seat and started driving off.

Russ realized his life had just undergone a big change. He’d always dreamed about having this type of setup, and now that he was getting what he’d fantasized he wanted, being restrained and played with by these two hunks in uniform, he wasn’t sure that he wanted it after all due to the extreme pain he’d have to endure. His cock wanted it. It was erect and leaking pre-cum, almost ready to erupt on its own.

Metal would like to thank Mister-X/Spartan for this story!