By Rubrpig

The next morning, Marc was roused by the orderlies and questioned roughly why his cot was soiled.  Marc looked down at the floor and told the orderlies that the Boss had fucked him raw after they left the ward.  The orderlies nodded and told him that they would be both reported to Dr. Robertson.  Marc nodded and told the orderlies that he would obey any instructions.

The orderies left the ward and came back shortly with Dr. Robertson.  The Dr. ordered the orderlies to take the Boss as he called himself to his office.  The orderles grabbed the patient who had fucked Marc and they dragged him by the heavy straitjacket from the ward followed by the Dr.  Marc sat back down on his bed easily as he had become very adept at moving and standing even though his upper body was securely wrapped in the heavy straitjacket.

After a while, the orderlies returned with the Boss and released him in the ward and they then ordered Marc to his feet and two of them grabbed him by his biceps and walked him from the ward.  On the way out, they passed the Boss and Marc began staring as the Boss had been locked in a Carrara Chastity Belt.  His cock and balls were now securely locked up in the slotted steel cage.  The Boss looked at him and yelled at him that he would pay for this.  Marc startled and began to cower by the orderlies but they told the Boss to shut up or they would have to sedate him.  The Boss stopped short and walked away muttering.

Marc was taken to the Drs. office and told to stand in front of the desk.  Dr. Robertson looked up and told Marc that he was not in trouble but he did want to examine Marc to make sure that he was not injured when the Boss attacked him.  Marc nodded and the orderlies took him over to an exam table and helped him up onto the table.  The orderlies put Marc’s legs in the stirrups and spread his legs.  This allowed the Dr. to examine Marc’s asshole easily.  The Dr. probed and felt around inside Marc’s hole till he was satisfied that there was no lasting injury but just some bruising.

Marc was taken back to the ward and released.  The orderlies returned and brought breakfast for the patients. Marc and the Boss were seated at separate tables and each had an orderly to feed them.  After Marc was fed, he was taken to the shower room, and the jacket was removed and Marc was allowed to shower and use the toilet.  Then he was put into a clean leather straitjacket and the one he had been wearing since arriving in the mental hospital was taken away for cleaning and inspection.

The routine became established for Marc and each day in the ward ran into the next and Marc again lost track of how long he had been in the ward.  One morning, Dr. Robertson and the orderlies came into the ward and took Marc out and to the office.  Dr. Robertson informed Marc that he was finished with Marc’s assessment and now Marc would be taken to the prison to begin serving his sentence.  Marc nodded and asked how long he had been in the hospital.  Dr. Robertson told him that he had been in the facility for 5 weeks.  Marc nodded and he was led away by the orderlies.

Marc was walked through the facility to the elevator and the car rose to the upper floor and the doors opened and Marc recognized the waiting room where he had been turned over to the hospital.  Standing there with transport chains read was a team of 4 fully armed swat officers.  The orderlies handed over Marc’s file and the lead officer signed the receipt for the prisoner.  Marc was then removed from the heavy straitjacket and the guards quickly locked the wide heavy leather belt around Marc’s waist, putting his wrists into the cuffs hanging from each side of the belt.  One of the officers knelt and quickly locked the hanging shackles around his ankles.  The guards grabbed Marc by the biceps and he was led out of the reception room.

Marc was led down a hallway and into a room which he recognized as the intake room where he had been processed in when he was first arrested and delivered to the facility.  Marc’s chains were removed and he was handed his orange prison uniform and told to dress.  Marc pulled on the stiff orange boxer shorts followed by the baggy drawstring pants.  He pulled on the orange shirt and he noticed that the clothes had a set of numbers stamped on the left breast of the shirt and down the left leg of the pants.  The officers told him that the number was his prisoner number and he would now only respond to the number as he no longer had a name.  Marc nodded and his cock responded by getting hard.  His cock began to tent his pants and the guards noticed and began to laugh.  One of them took their club and tapped it hard but all that did was make it harder and bounce.

The officers walked him into the prison for the first time.  He was told he was now an inmate at the Ferguson Medium Security wing of the  prison and would be held there pending his transfer to the maximum security wing when a cell became available.  Marc nodded and he was taken to a cell with a double bunk and put in the cell.  The door was closed.  Painted on the walls of the cell were the rules for the prison and Marc read that he would get 4 hours a day in the exercise yard and would be taken to the prison mess hall 3 times a day for meals.  Otherwise he would remain in his cell.  The bottom bunk had a pile of bedding so Marc made the bunk and laid down.  He fell asleep and did not wake up until the cell door clanged open and his cell mate was forced in and he found that his new cellmate was the Boss.  The Boss smiled nastily and told Marc that he was still locked up but he would make sure Marc paid for getting him locked in the chastity belt.

The next few days were tense and Marc got very little sleep as he was afraid that the Boss would beat him while he slept.  The days passed slowly but Marc lived in fear.  Finally Marc snapped and he attacked one of the swat officers that guarded the prison.  This earned him a visit to solitary confinement.  Marc was dragged to the punishment cell and locked in.  He would not be allowed out of the cell for any reason.  He was told he would be in the cell for 4 days.  Marc nodded and laid down on the hard bare bunk.  He could at least sleep knowing he was safe from the Boss.

At the end of the punishment, the cell door was opened and Captain Ferguson walked in with several swat officers.  They grabbed Marc and quickly secured Marc in the transport chains and dragged him out.  The Captain looked at Marc and told him that he had earned an immediate transfer to the Supermax wing of the prison.  He would serve the remainder of his sentence in Supermax as he was a dangerous offender.  Not only was he a murderer but he had attacked and injured a prison officer.  Marc stood there in his chains and did not say anything.  The Captain nodded and the swat officers grabbed Marc and they walked him through the prison wing.  As they passed his old cell, the Boss was standing there watching and began taunting him.  Marc broke and managed to get free of the grip on his biceps and went over and spit in the Boss’s face and he was quickly subdued and dragged bodily from the prison wing.

Once out of the medium security wing, the guards quickly put a leather muzzle on Marc and padlocked it so Marc could not remove it.  The straps were tight and the chin cup of the muzzle effectively silenced Marc.  He grunted as it was tightened and locked in place.  The guards dragged him through the common area of the main prison to the heavy steel doors marked Super Maximum Security Wing.  Marc knew that once he stepped through the door he would remain there until he was released from the prison.

The door rolled open and Marc was dragged through into the Supermax prison.  The guards handed him over to the guards in that wing and told them that they now had control of prisoner 4798.  The guards nodded and the escorting officers turned and left.  The door rolled closed and 4798 heard the locks clang shut.  He was grabbed and dragged through into the prison wing.  The guards that were on patrol did so fully armed and they all wore helmets with riot shields.  The heavy body armour they wore was designed for armed riots so they had protected arms, groins and legs.  They walked/dragged 4798 to a heavy steel door and they radioed to have the door opened.  The door to cell 12 rolled open.  The transport chains and the muzzle were removed and 4798 was pushed into his cell and the guards radioed to close the door and it rolled closed and locked.

4798 sat down on the vinyl mattress on the bunk and looked around.  There was a list of rules stenciled on the wall so he stood up and read it:

• Prisoners will receive one hour of exercise time in the outdoor yard each day regardless of the weather.
• Prisoners will remain in their cells at all other times.
• Prisoners will be fed in their cells 3 times a day.
• Prisoners will not attempt to keep anything from their food trays or they will be severely punished.
• Prisoners will back up to the middle slot on the cell door and stick their hands into the slot so they can be cuffed with rigid cuffs and lock boxes on the cuffs prior to the cell door being opened.
• The lights in the cell will be turned off after the evening meal and will remain off till just before the morning meal.
• Prisoners will keep their cells clean at all times.
• Prisoners will be subject to additional restraints and discipline at the discretion of the prison officers.

4798 finished reading and looked around.  Beside the bunk there was a stainless toilet/sink unit at the end of the cell.  There was no window, only a ceiling vent but the ceiling in the cell was way beyond the reach of 4798.  He knew he was in the cell and would remain there till his sentence was over.

To be continued …