By Marknorth

Part 2

“I’ll say it one more time and then there will be consequences.  Put it on.”

The guy in the cell looked down at the device that had just been set on the small shelf in the door.  He shivered a little and glanced around the small cell one more time.  When he had been locked in it he had still been hooded, but had been stripped naked and even the cock-cage he had been wearing was removed.

He was still handcuffed but the cuffs were locked in front.  They were the only things that he was now wearing and they had been locked on only after the hood had been removed and he had had a chance to take in his surroundings.

He knew that the cell was in a basement.  He had been led down several flights of stairs and it was damp and cold.  The walls were unpainted cement; there were rusty pipes overhead; and flickering fluorescents in caged fixtures along the walls outside the cell.  Everything had the feel of an unused industrial building and he knew there were plenty of them at the edge of downtown.  The ride from the club had been short, so he could only assume that he was now locked in one of those old buildings.  Knowing the area, he guessed he could scream until he passed out and no one would ever hear him.  It was the perfect place to keep a prisoner.

He knew he was wasting time and didn’t really want to take the chance of pissing the guy off.  The guy had been rough and had the look of someone who could turn mean pretty quickly.  He could only hope that if he played along he might get some enjoyment out of the weekend, as he had very quickly become very scared once he realized how little chance of escape he had.

Although he had never actually seen one like this, he knew that the metal cock-cage that was waiting for him had the potential to be seriously painful.  And it was not something that he really wanted to lock his cock in.  As he reached for it he heard the guy chuckle and he again wondered what the hell he was in for.

The cock ring was hinged and he had to struggle a little to get it around his shrunken balls.  He grimaced as the small spikes inside the ring bit into his sack.  They weren’t sharp enough to cut into his skin, but would be a constant irritation.  He imagined that they also would become quite uncomfortable before too long.  They, however, were the least of his worries.  The small penis tube was also lined with spikes.  Any attempt at an erection would be immediately painful.  If his dick tried to get hard it would pull on the cock ring, too, this would cause the spikes inside the ring to dig into his sack even more.  He struggled to force his dick into the tube.  The handcuffs made everything more difficult and he grimaced as his cock slid by each ring of spikes.  It was already a tight fit.  Once he started to get hard there would be no way that those spikes wouldn’t dig deep.  He was hopeful that this was only a temporary cock-lock; but he had a feeling that it wasn’t.

When he finally had his dick fully inside the tube he was able to close the upper portion of the cage.  The lock was integral to the ring and he hesitated before pushing it closed.  It was a unique key, no simple padlock, and it would be rough to get out of the thing without that key.  The “snick” of the lock being closed sounded like a gunshot to him and it seemed to echo off of the concrete walls within the cell.

He groaned as his dick tried to get hard and it took only a few moments to bring tears to his eyes.  This was going to be far worse that he had thought!

“Awww.  Does it hurt?”  The guy’s tone was so damn condescending it was maddening.  Of course it hurt!

“Well, I am glad that you realized your situation and decided to do as you were told.  I was fully expecting you to resist locking that on.  I was kinda looking forward to having to discipline you for failing to obey me, but that’s OK.  I am sure there will be plenty other opportunities.”

The guy stepped away from the cell and out of view.  The prisoner could hear his footsteps retreat into the distance.  There he stood.  Cold.  Naked.  His cock locked in a torture device.  Trapped in a cell that couldn’t be more than 6 foot by 4 foot.  The walls were damp concrete as was the floor.  The cell door was heavy, rusted steel bars secured by two integral locks.  His only item of comfort was some type of thin mat like the ones used for camping and a stainless steel toilet in the corner.  If the mat was as long as he was tall, it would just barely fit.

He just stood there wondering what to do.  The guy hadn’t told him that he couldn’t move.  But, then again, he hadn’t told him that he could, either.  So he waited.  The cock cage was pretty heavy and, since it was the only thing that he had to concentrate on, it seemed to be getting heavier by the minute.  The spikes were digging into his sack and they were already becoming a nuisance.

Was he just going to be left here like this for rest of the weekend, or what?  He couldn’t believe that his acquaintance had actually auctioned his lock-up off to a complete stranger like this.  What if the guy was more than just a dominant and was really some type of serious sicko or something.  He reeled in his thoughts as he knew that he would drive himself into a tizzy if he kept thinking like that.

He had wanted a serious lock-up experience.  He agreed to submit fully and they had set only a few preconditions.  He had felt comfortable with his acquaintance and thought that it would be a good time.  But, wait – he really was locked in a cell and a painful cock-cage, too.  That is really what he had wanted, wasn’t it?  He needed to relax and get into the scene.  He needed to just let it happen.  He hadn’t had a chance to experience anything like this before and now he was living it!  He almost dropped to his knees when his dick responded to his new found sense of acceptance of his situation.  Oh crap, it hurt!  And that only made it worse as his dick redoubled its efforts to get hard!  Try as he might, he couldn’t get his mind off of his present circumstances enough to let his dick go soft.  He was in agony by the time he heard his captor’s footsteps echoing off the concrete walls of his prison.

He knew that he should be looking at the floor as he was instructed, but his eyes were drawn to the man that held the keys to his freedom.  He was a big guy.  He was well proportioned and looked fit, a little rugged, yet handsome.  He was still wearing the leather jacket and pants that he had on when he had first seen him in the bar.  The leather creaked as he walked as did his boots.  It didn’t matter if he rode a bike or not, all of the leather was well worn and fit him great.

He quickly dropped his eyes to the floor as the guy got closer to the cell.  He was hoping that he hadn’t seen him looking.

The prisoner jumped when the guy shoved a pile of something black into the cell.  He had pushed it hard enough through the bars that it landed right at his feet.

“Put it on.”

“What is it?”

“You do recall that you were told to shut up unless told to speak, don’t you?  Now put it on.”

He stood there looking at what he now realized was a pile of black rubber.  He jumped again as a small bottle landed on top of the pile.  It landed label side up and he recognized the brand of lube.

He held out his cuffed hands toward the guy.  Whatever it was that he was supposed to put on, he couldn’t do it handcuffed.

“Oh, yeah.  I forgot.  Stick your hands through the cell bars and I’ll un-cuff them for now.”  It took only a few moments for the cuffs to come off and he rubbed his wrists as he walked back to the rubber pile.

“Now, and for the last time, put it on.”

He reached down and picked up what he soon realized was a full rubber catsuit.  It was the kind that you had to climb into through the neck opening.  He quickly realized that it also had a codpiece attached, as well as a zipper that would allow access to his ass.  He had never worn one before, nor was he especially keen to do so now.  First thing was to figure out how, exactly, to put it on.

As if reading his mind the guy said. “Cover yourself with a light coating of lube.  Lay the suit out and place one foot into the neck opening.  Pull it up a bit then start to stretch it out so your other foot slides in.  After that you just have to tug and stretch until you can get your arms in the sleeves.  It’ll take a bit, but I’m sure you can do it.  There isn’t any way that I’m going to help you, so better get to it.  I’m not planning on waiting here for the rest of the night, either.”

The lube was cold as he applied it and it made him shiver even more.  Once he started to pull the suit on he realized how hard it was going to be.  Sure the rubber was stretchy, but every time he thought he had it something else seemed to “pop-out.”  Eventually he got his feet down into the legs of the suit and as he pulled it up realized that there were built-in footies – just like a kids PJ’s.  The guy told him to unzip the codpiece so that he could pull the chastity device through the opening in the suit.  A proposal made extremely painful as he tugged and jostled the spiked cage.

He struggled for what seemed like an hour, but eventually his right shoulder slide in and the suit closed tightly around his neck.  He was hot, sweating, and breathing heavily; but he had the damn thing on.  It felt funny to have his entire body encased in rubber.  It was a unique feeling, but he already was growing to like it.  The pain as his dick responded just confirmed that.

“Zip the codpiece back up.  It remains closed unless you are taking a piss or I tell you to remove it.”

He did as he was told only to be rewarded with more pain as the codpiece pushed heavily against the cock cage.  Every movement that he made would definitely cause him a lot of discomfort!

“Come and stand here with your back to the bars.  Do not move until I return.”  Again, the guy’s footsteps echoed as walked away.

The prisoner stood where he had been ordered to.  Why he simply obeyed the guy was a little beyond him at the moment.  He contemplated how in the hell a person got out of one of these rubber suits.  Getting it on was hard enough, he just wasn’t sure how you could get the leverage to pull it back off.  The thought of being trapped in the suit did nothing to ease the pain that his poor dick and balls were experiencing.  Ever since he started to pull the suit on his dick had been struggling to get hard.  The more he thought about his situation, the worse it got.  He was almost doubled over in pain and still his attempted hard-on wouldn’t stop.

He was getting tired and was having a hard time staying on his feet by the time he heard his captor’s footsteps returning.  As the guy approached he heard the jangle of chains and guessed that his confinement was about to get even more confining.

“Face the bars.”

He turned around and quickly dropped his eyes to the floor.  As he did so the guy dropped a set of heavy, steel shackles on the floor.  They were the combination-type with the collar, wrist, and ankles all chained together.  These were the heaviest that he had seen, though.  The collar alone looked like it weighed several pounds and the interlocking chains were heavy weight, as well.  He knew that he would be wearing them soon, but recoiled at the thought.

“Put them on.”

The guy said as he slid the irons through the bars. “Lock the ankles now, I’ll tell you when to continue.”

He bent down to obey and was taken aback by the sheer weight of the entire set.  He sorted them out on the cell floor and slipped one ankle, then the other, into the restraints.  These, too, had integral locks so they were secured as soon as they were snapped shut.  He lifted one leg to test the weight and knew that he couldn’t walk very far in them at all.

“Put it on.”

He lifted his eyes just enough to see that the guy was handing him another piece of rubber.  This time he knew what it was immediately – a hood.

He had worn hoods before, but never a rubber one.  As he took it from his jailer he was wondering if he would need to lube his head like he had the rest of his body.  That would feel really weird after even a few minutes in the hood.

“Put it on.  You just have to pull it over your head.”

The guy seemed to read his mind again.  He turned it over in his hands and realized that there were only small nose holes and a mouth opening.  Other than that the hood was solid, heavy rubber.

“Put it on.”

There was no zipper, just the neck opening.  He thought to himself that it was a smaller version of the suit.  He had to struggle to get it down over his head and was plunged into complete darkness as the opening closed around his neck.  He panicked a little as his sight was now completely gone and he had no way of knowing what was going to happen.  He finally cried out in pain as his dick pushed hard against the spikes in its cage.  He was scared shitless, but couldn’t believe how aroused he was!

“Kneel”

His captor’s voice was muted by the hood, but he slowly knelt on the concrete floor of his cell.  The rubber was pulled even more taught across his groin sending waves of pain through his dick and balls.  He sucked in a quick breathe and tried not to cry out.  For some reason that was important to him, not to cry out in pain again.  He could hear his captor chuckle.

“Put it on.”

The guy had placed something in his hands and it took him quite a bit of fiddling with it to realize that it was a ball gag.  The ball didn’t seem too big, but he could feel the strap had a lock already attached.  He slowly worked the gag behind his teeth and pulled the strap around his head.  He started to pull it tight, but felt his captor’s hands making sure that he had it tight enough.  He fumbled a bit but got the lock snapped shut.  It wasn’t unbearable now, but he knew that after a few hours his jaw would get very sore.  He already felt drool dripping around the gag.

“Put them on.”

Again, he felt his captor place something in his right hand.  They were gloves.  They were the same material as the suit and he was able to pull them on quickly even though they were long and reached almost half-way up his forearms.  Now he was completely covered in rubber.  Not an inch of skin was exposed.  He was already getting hot from the hood and he could feel the sweat pooling in the creases of the suit as he knelt on the concrete floor.

“Now the wrists.  Lock the manacles on”

He had to grope for the wrist restraints but finally was able to lock them on.  He let the weight pull his arms down heavily.  They effectively locked the gloves on his hands, so he wouldn’t be able to pull them off even if he wanted to.

“Put it on.”

The guy’s voice was barely audible inside the hood, but he felt the weight of the collar being placed around his neck.  His captor guided his gloved hands so that he could lock it on himself.  When the collar snapped shut he sat down hard.  The enormity of his confinement was weighing on him figuratively and very literally.

He sat down hard on the floor and he heard his captor’s muffled laughing.

“Kneel!”

He struggled back to his knees and hoped he was facing the right way.  He was disoriented and felt completely disconnected from the world outside of his rubber prison.  The first thought that came to his mind was whether or not he would be able to get the codpiece open to be able to piss.  He had heard guys talk about pissing in suits like this and just having it pool in the legs until they were let out.  The thought of that really bothered him.  He wasn’t into piss play, but understood that in this circumstance he wouldn’t have a choice if he was unable to get the codpiece unzipped.  Why was that his most pressing thought?

He struggled to hear anything.  He didn’t think he heard his captor walk away, but he couldn’t be sure.  He was cut-off from the outside world almost entirely.  Unable to see, unable to speak, and trapped in this cell.

“Stand!”

He jumped at his captor’s muffled bark and struggled to stand.  It was then that he finally felt the full weight of his restraints.  When he was finally almost upright the chains drew taught and he was left in a half-stoop.  He would only be able to shuffle slowly from place to place.  There was no way that he could even really walk.  Even if he were able to get out of the cell it would be an almost impossible task to get out of this building.

“Good!  Now this is what you are going to do.  You are going to stand right where you are for at least one full hour.  When that hour has passed you can rest for the remainder of the night.  The mat is still rolled up in the cell so you can lay down on that and get real comfortable.  I’m sure you won’t have any trouble sleeping at all; nice and cozy like you are in that suit and those chains.”

He could just barely hear his captor’s footsteps as he started to walk away.

“Oh, by the way, you better start counting or something.  I’m not going to be your stopwatch.  You will remain as you are for at least one hour.  Anything less and you will think that your current state of restraint is club-med compared to what you will suffer through if you fail to obey me.  One hour!”

Then silence.  In his half-crouch he began to consider how to keep track of passing time.  His dick continued to struggle and the pain from the spikes just kept increasing, he was hot and sweating inside his rubber prison, his jaw was beginning to ache, and the weight of the chains and manacles would make his current position painful in short order.

Weirdly, he felt a thrill pass through his body.  He really was locked up beyond any expectation.  He would have smiled if he could have.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi …. How many seconds in an hour, again?

 

Epilogue

 

“Yeah, he’s all set.”

“Did he give you any trouble?”

“No, surprisingly he did everything I told him to without much hesitation.  Cripes, I’ll tell you I was so damn hard I could hardly stand it as he locked those restraints on!  I was so glad when I got him hooded so I could yank my dick out and go at it!”

“Glad to hear it!  Does he still think I auctioned him off to you?”

“Yeah.  Actually, he never questioned it.  He kept quiet like he was told to all night.  I think that he was so eager for this it just seemed natural to him.”

“Could be.  You watching him now?”

“Got the cctv cams and audio on.  He’s still standing there like I left him.  Another 10 minutes and it’ll be 2 hours.  Poor guy!”

“Well, I feel a little bad for him.  Maybe let him lay down soon if he doesn’t do it himself.  It’s gonna be a long night for him anyway.  I’ll be there about 10 or so in the morning so we can let him out.  If he’s doing OK, maybe we can leave him in the suit and cock-cage in the cell for the rest of the weekend.  We’ll see how it goes.  You did take video, right?”

“Yup, used the high-def cam so you’ll have lots of jack-off material, too!  Oh, good, he just decided to lie down.  Boy those manacles sure are heavy; looks like he’s moving in slow motion!  I’ll see you in the morning!”

“Sounds good – keep a good eye on him, please.  Goodnight.”

He hung up the phone and turned up the volume from the cameras in the cell area.  His captive was doing fine, easy breathing, a groan every now and then – but that would be the spikes in the cock-cage doing their dirty work.  He put his feet up on the desk, pulled out his cock, and started to re-watch the video of the guy as he locked himself up.  Gad, that suit is awesome!

 

The End