By slickchaser
I was asked to be a part of a “prison restraint” demonstration amongst a small group of enthusiasts wanting to see what was available. Sent by my friend Gerry, this setup involved no heads-up meeting, only some requests for sizing of various things and a signed waiver. The party was in a countryside home, set up in a black metal building outside the main house. Gerry only informed me I would be handed off to his buddy who simply went by “Sir C,” with the C being for “Captain.” Without divulging too much, he basically explained that captain had been involved in the sales industry for prison restraints, and, now in retirement, he still showcased to casual or serious observers on proper prison “sequencing.” I was told to be ready for mild to wild.
Gerry led me from the car to the building, where inside was Captain and two other aides, whom he didn’t name but told me they would be “heavily involved” with whatever predicaments lied ahead. The building was laid out with dark grey floors and some lights set up on poles and about 10 chairs around. Captain informed me I had to get ready soon as the party in the house would be walking over any minute. No intros, no pleasantries, just ordered to strip, and with the two aides, handed a one-piece orange jumpsuit that, once I had on and zipped up, fit very firm and neat on me. Gerry waved as the two aides finished on me and simply departed behind the main area, sitting on a lone chair as if he signaled “goodbye” to me from afar.
As per the norm, I was the shortest among the three men surrounding me. The two assistants were big and burly, each around 6 feet tall, dressed in tight blue jeans, white cotton shirts and black boots, each with a high- and-tight crew cut. Captain himself dressed in leather pants, a blue button shirt and black blazer, dark black cowboy boots, and a thick leather belt with a pair of handcuffs tucked in a holster on the back of the belt, almost as if acting like a warden. I was now standing my short 5-foot-7, dressed in a tight-fitting, one-piece orange jumpsuit, and as one assistant ran across and back, fitting me in a pair of black boots that laced up and buckled across my ankles.
After a minute or two checking me over, the individuals came walking in, taking seats. Captain welcomed them to “the greatest spectacle in restraints.” Taking to the crowd, he said, “You know, these city slickers like to involve themselves in big groups; first I present the zip tie solid cuff.” As captain finished, I was pushed by one assistant in the middle of the circle of chairs, and after a moment the second assistant appeared holding a pair of the zip tie cuffs commonly seen in demonstration arrests, only these appeared larger. Without any words, captain grabbed my arms, “swift control, one swipe, boom” and as he finished his sentence, before I barely comprehended anything, my left wrist was in a loop, then the right quickly, and then a quick pull “ziiiiip” and I was now firmly cuffed behind my back. Some of the attendants got up to check the results, all while Captain held me by my left arm like I was his true prisoner. Everyone in the crowd was an older man, all were dressed in something resembling law enforcement, tight pants, tighter boots, various shirts. Each one that surveyed me checked the cuffs, gave a quick tug, some patting me on the shoulder.
“Right, once into containment, two options; either simple cuffs like those in my pocket, but maybe he’s on a high priority list. In that case we go hingeless usually, but another option is rigid cuffs, including a double set for the elbows.” Suddenly one of the assistants walked over carrying a large pair of the aforementioned rigid cuffs, Captain stepping behind me first bucking my elbows together; a quick swipe using his knife and my wrists were free, but quickly intercepted again by a second set of rigid cuffs, pulling my wrists tight; almost as if to send a message, captain made a few extra adjustments and “clicks” to make everything tight. A few of the observes got up, feeling the fit and finish of the metal. Captain handed me over to one of them, who took me by the arm and walked me around in a small circle. “Oh, so still able to walk. That’s good. But what about when they need to be processed? You know, start checking them again?”
“That’s a great point! Why don’t you give him a pat down, see what else we need to prep as if he was being transferred to a clean area.” The man reached down and ran his hand over my chest, patting my down to my legs and back up. As he did, he patted towards my cock; up to that point I was relatively good, but that first pat suddenly caused a bit of an arousal.
“Oh, captain, we may have something here. Why don’t we get someone else to inspect while I hold him?”
Another man came over, the previous now positioned behind me, holding me still by gripping both sets of cuffs. This man, wearing knee high and shined tall boots, also started running his hands all over, and he too patted my now ever-growing cock. “Oh boys, we have something to investigate. Perhaps one more to give his assessment?”
Right away I grew nervous as a third man, as strait laced with tight fitting jeans and white t-shirt, also proceeded to pat me down, and immediately the first touch now sent my cock flinging against the tight-fitting jumpsuit. “Oh, Captain, he needs a thorough examining.”
Just as he said that, I was quickly turned 180, back towards Captain and his assistants walking over with a myriad of cuffs, chains, and some black items with a bright orange something laying in it. Now my cock was even at further attention.
“Good point, so at intake and procedural checks, we like to strip, cuff hands and feet, and see how he reacts. Perhaps bag and gag.” The other men sat down, and Captain and his two assistants quickly went to work; first off came the cuffs, then each assistant holding my wrists out to the side, and Captain undoing the zipper behind and the top portion of the suit stripped off. The second Captain rolled it down to my waist, and lower, my erect cock stuck straight out, but seemingly ignoring it, the assistant wrapped a large heavy leather belt around my waist, then another pair of cuffs attached to a small chain at the waist used to bind my wrists in front.
“This is a custom set-up, ultra rigid with our patent pending attachment link,” meaning virtually no wiggle for me. Each little click made them tighter, all the while the two assistants were undoing the laces at my boots, and in two swift motions, one held me from behind while ordered to my leg straight out, boot off, and repeat. The front assistant then pulled the suit all the way to my feet, and once again picked up each foot and off it completely went. Standing naked and vulnerable, each man just kept going at it, like a real sequence of what I imagined happened at any prison intake. Even as my cock stood upright, the two assistants took a pair of leg iron cuffs and leather ankle cuffs, first the leather and then the leg irons.
“Once again gents, I prefer thicker and stricter, these leg irons blend with everything I like; the heavier the better for your troublesome prisoner.”
I laughed a little to myself, which seemed to annoy Captain, as I stood and watched the assistants connect three separate chains, one from each leg iron to the center of the belt, and a third small one between the ankles. Captain grabbed me by the left elbow and pulled me that direction. The realization of the chains set in, I could only shuffle a small step each time and then was led forward one small step after another back to the center of the circle. All of the attendees were looking like I was a demonstration piece.
“As I said, this prisoner seems to becoming a little troublesome, ain’t that right?” Captain reached down and gave my hanging ball sack below my straight up cock a hard slap, forcing me to emit a “ooooh man” for a brief moment. He did it again, and it incited another reaction from me. “See, troublesome. Let’s check his orifices, obviously he is cocked and loaded here.” Captain slowly ran his hand up my cock, lightly tapping it acknowledging what was “loaded.”
Another attendee stood up and patted Captain of the shoulder. “Please check his mouth for any hidden goodies.” The tall man approached me, and one of the assistants grabbed my hair from behind, tilting my head up. I heard a pair of latex gloves smack, and the man then placed his fingers on my mouth, which I opened, then was allowed to tip down. Once he finished, he leaned down on me, “need a second swap with my special device” and he grabbed my head with both hands, and plopped his lips and tongue right on mine, and without thought, opened as if kissing back and he dug his tongue around, repeating it a couple times. “He’s clear there’s but I think we should use another special device after to stay with protocol, Captain.” The man slowly backed away, smiling and patting down my chest, and then quickly grabbing and squeezing my already sensitive nuts, once again emitting another subconscious noise to groan.
“Well, we see he’s becoming a tad noisy. I don’t allow this during any uptake or check periods. Let’s bag and gag him.” Just as Captain finished speaking, he once again grabbed my elbow and turned me 180 around, where the assistants walked towards us, one holding a black hood, the other what clearly was the orange item, some kind of gag. “Strict hoods, real gags, this is true protocol for me.” The first assistant shook the hood out, then went behind me and seconds later I saw his two hands holding it in front, and on it went. It was some kind of heavy duty darlex, not leather, but all it had was two small nostril holes and a mouth opening. Into darkness I went, the zipped pulled tight. I sighed a little, when the unmistakable feel of a ball gag hit my lips, which my mouth just owned and accepted. It was some kind of harness as I felt buckles on top, behind, and straps under my chin. I was totally in a funky spot now, cuffed and hobbled, gagged and hooded, and no clue what else had really been planned.
I heard several footsteps, then hands grabbing my elbows and walking my slowly forward and stopped. Someone smacked my ass several times. “Well, the jiggle test reveals nothing. Captain, what is your preferred method to check his final hole?” At that point I knew my anus would about to be their final focal point.
“Great question, why don’t we load and zap him, see if he gives anything up.” Captain spoke directly in front of me, and then he reached on my wrist cuffs and slowly pulled be closer to him. “You’re gonna feel a little tight sensation.”
Just as he completed that sentence, I heard a ton of rumbling behind me, some glove smacks, some lube or similar being slowly applied around my hole. Something loud on wheels was rolled near me. “Inspection table, we like to get them in the most accessible position possible. Once he’s leaned on we’ll strap him.” Captain said while I felt his arm pull on my waist chain, and then two others grabbing my elbows, slowly forcing me to hobble slightly until my knees contacted the contraption. I heard some fumbling with a key and then my wrists were free, but as that happened they messed with the belt, and I was then quickly cuffed again, only now behind my back, the short chain attached putting me in an ultra-vulnerable position. Slowly I was helped and lowered onto the item, chest resting on an elevated platform, knees brought up to like a 90-degree fitting. My head leaned over the edge, nothing to support it. “Right, strap him in,” Captain said as some belts were pulled over my back, shins and my thighs on the 90-degree part. I was now in a fully submissive spot, basically my ass hanging out for their inspection.
Then came the push and tight sensation, a wiggle in and wiggle out, then another, only this time the plug went in. Some mumblings amongst them went on for a moment, until I heard a click of a switch near me, and then a quick shock in my ass. The following moments someone dialed the electrics to a cadence of on-off pulses, each one a little longer than the last, and each time seemingly exciting my cock some more and more. I felt a pat on my head as the electro started to ramp up, causing me to start to grunt, droll and move my head around against the gag. No one said a word, just everyone taking it in. Once the shock landed, my entire ass to cock to balls would light up and as I would go to grunt my head would automatically go straight and up, straining against every bit of the straps and restraints.
What seemed like an eternity came to a stop as some voiced, “Captain, think he needs his final inspection, seems he won’t give up the goods just yet.” A slap as on the ass occurred, the electros stopped, and as I opened my lips slightly to drool over the bench onto the floor, captain voiced up “well, seems that way. Whom are our inspectors? Go ahead and let’s verify him for good.”
Someone gently went to the electro probe in my ass, and slowly with a fine touch removed it. As that occurred, I heard multiple sounds of belts dropping, and someone then a faint clip of something on my harness gag. Some more indistinguishable conversations were going on behind me, when I felt a small entrance of a tube and a huge shot of lube in my already well-done asshole. I knew what was coming but couldn’t imagine how many or how hard it was going to be.
“Right gents, three inspectors are ready. You may commence your final search, then we’ll prepare him for transport.” Some clapping was followed by some footsteps, some slow massaging with a finger around my hole, and then the slow entrance of an erect cock, which the first person took slow and deep. My head was then yanked vertical by the attachment someone had fitted at the top; so now I was being railed completely unable to maneuver, any body part away while he had his way with me. Several hard pounds in and out and then an exit, and clear sign of relief from him to finish, and a sigh for me as my head was able to drop, drool just pounding out and my breathing a little deep.
There was a small pat on my shoulder, captain reminding me “just two more inspections my new prisoner exhibit.” I let out a loud grunt to those words, wondering if Gerry had some back handed deal for me. The relief I had was brief as the second “inspector” made his entrance on me. Mercifully he didn’t pull the gag strap, but he thrusted very hard and deep, each stroke a true mind fuck as at first it created a rush of endorphins, only near the end of the stroke it became very rough. He kept going at a steady pace as I continued to drool and spit endless water out of my gag. A few really hard slow pushes in, and I heard him finish himself off, withdrawing to relief.
“You know, these prisoners sometimes do like to make a mess. Bag ’em, boys.” I didn’t know what was coming until I heard what sounded like plastic unraveling, something draped over my head and fastened lightly around my neck. I began to panic a little, shaking in my wrists as a “OK that’s enough” movement, but Captain noticed, mentioned, “It has some air holes through the top, just enough to cover you from the mess you’re making.”
My panic subsided, and I was ready for the final “inspection.” One more set of hands was messing around my rear, some extra lube smeared just inside, and in the final guy went, and his rock-hard cock and strong grip went to work. He gripped the belt at my waist and would carefully thrust himself in, banging his body off my ass and rocking the contraption I was laying on. The bag trapped my drool and muffled my grunts on his insertion, the drool pooling around my chin, and some of running down the bag near my nose. I heard Captain say, “Hold his head up!” as he noticed the final inspector wasn’t able to grab my harness, until someone’s hands gripped my forehead and held it up. The heavy thrusting went on, each insertion harder than the last, each grunt and subsequent drool emptying from me even more. Finally, he released to a massive moan, and out he went, the other person releasing my head.
Captain said, “Well, all three inspectors have cleared you. Time for transport.” Barely even time to recover, the bag was removed, the straps off, and I was helped up to the gag and hood coming off, and the restraints removed. Finally, I saw Gerry standing right in front, clearly happy to see me broken and kind of confused. With nary a moment to relax, the two original assistants unraveled a black mesh bodysuit, and quickly had me suited and zipped up in it.
Captain and Gerry pushed over a restraint chair, and once again the assistants placed on the belt and cuffs in front, and the leading attachments to my ankles. I was led to the chair and without much warning was picked up by the assistants while Gerry and Captain grabbed my feet, and together they lowered me into the form fitting chair, and a series of straps applied from the shoulders diagonally to the waist, and straps wrapped around my thighs and shins. As they tugged on each strap, all the visitors were shaking each other’s hands, and they all turned and waved goodbye to me, and off they all went. I had no clue who did what to me, their names, or even if I would see them again.
Captain patted me on the shoulder. “Well, that was a fun time. We’ll see the next one. I think Gerry will take care of you now.” He too exited with his assistants, as if nothing had happened, some of the stuff still just left out. Gerry patted me on the head, kneeled beside me and told me, “Sit here for a while, then I’ll take you home and clean you out, you got quite the ride and need to empty yourself dry later. Captain has another one planned in a month, different group and different plans. You’ll have fun again.”
I couldn’t really fathom it, but for some reason, my cock was hard once again, knowing it would all happen again.
Metal would like to thank the author, slickchaser, for this story, which he says is based on a true story!
