a short chapter, hope it's decent...
Solitary Confinement
I shifted my weight as the cuffs pressed into my wrists between my body and the seat.
I couldn’t get my mind off Sky and his predicament, I shouted into my gag, but only unintelligible garble came out. Besides Cyan barely gave me any notice.
We arrived at the station soon and he pulled the car around the back of the office.
He opened my door and with his large hand grabbed my elbow pulling me up and out of the seat.
My bare feet hit the cold asphalt and sent a shiver up my spine. Before I could get my balance I was being pulled, still by my elbow, toward the sheriff’s office. I was convinced I would spend the night in a cell, he would soon remove my gag and I would explain everything and maybe he would release me, surely the paperwork must be a lot… was a lowly ‘out after midnight’ really worth all that trouble.
A few steps before reaching the door that went to the cells we made a sharp right and headed down a ramp to a heavy iron door set into a thick concrete wall. I looked around to where the cells would be and my heart sank to the pit of stomach for the hundredth time this evening, where was he taking me.
I pulled back against the cop’s heave; his strong hand tightened its grip pinching my bicep in a clasp and he pulled me along.
We stopped at the door for a few seconds. He pulled something out of his belt holster, at first I thought, gun! But I soon realised it is something completely different. He forced my head under his arm; I smelled his manly scent from under his armpits as he squeezed my neck with his strong bicep and started pulling the neoprene hood over my head. I shook my head and screamed into my gag pulling at my cuffed wrists but to no avail, I felt my head slowly being encased in a soft yet restrictive layer.
“There we go my boy, solitary confinement for you, I have a feeling you’re going to love it.” He cupped my engorged crotch in his hand and gave a little laugh.
I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t make a sound, I could barely hear…
I did make out the sound of the door being opened, I was half dragged inside, my feet felt water puddles and a rough concrete floor, I smelled humid air, and felt a warmness in the air on my bare chest.
I was led further in and stepped over something and forced down onto the floor on my ass, Cyan grabbed my foot and stretched my leg out.
I knew my fate was sealed as I felt the stock fall shut over my ankle, and he did the same with my other leg. I pulled slightly, testing what was going on when I felt another stock close around my thighs. I tried shifting but my legs were in a tight grasp.
I felt Cyan unlock the cuffs, as he forced me to lie backward, I protested and fought back, but with my legs pinned down it was my abs versus a tall muscled cop, surprised who won…
Soon I was on my back and Cyan was straddling my chest he pulled my left wrist up and I felt a stock lowered onto it, the same stock touched my neck and chin, he forced my right wrist upward too and slammed down the other half of the upper stock. My chin rested on the wood, only the neoprene layer separating them.
He got off my chest and closed down one last stock which closed around my middle.
I was gripped in a relentless wooden grasp lying horizontally a few centimetres from the floor.
I waited tensely for the next thing to happen but faintly heard the door shutting.
I was left in utter darkness, silence, motionless hell…
I wriggled around with what little movement I had in the stocks. I gave a few screams into my bandanna gag that was pressed deeper into mouth by the neoprene hood. I quieted down and tried to listen for any sounds, nothing…
I thrashed my body in the stocks and felt a few places start getting raw from my thrashing so I decided to relax. I thought about Sky for the first time since the hood had been pulled over my head.
Although I was planning to do horrible things to him, I was slightly worried for him, a drugged man tied up tight in the back of a pickup in a public spot, what could go wrong, right?
My attention was drawn back to my present situation as I heard the metal door being opened again, my mind wandered to Cyan his smell, his ass, his manly aura, I wondered if it was him in the room with me.
I felt strong hands grab the hood and peel it off my head.
I blinked my eyes and took in the room, it was a smallish cellar with a boiler at the one end, that was what caused the air to be slightly warm in here.
I was on my back in a wooden frame with four sets of stocks holding me in place, I looked straight up at the roof and couldn’t do much.
Cyan had stripped his cop outfit and was now wearing only his white tank top and he donned some tight spandex leggings, that covered his legs and disappeared into his nike airjordan sneakers.
He walked away from me as I stared at his ass, it was by far the best piece of ass south of the northpole.
He came back with a ballgag in his hands, he untied the cleavegag, but didn’t give me a spare second to say anything as the ball was forced into my mouth.
I was super frustrated and wanted to tell him about Sky, so I went berserk in my wooden clasp and screamed into my gag.
After a few minutes I quited down, sweat rolling off my unclad chest, tears in my eyes, drool running out of the corners of my mouth.
“good, did you get that out of your system? You are going nowhere until tomorrow morning mister, you broke the law and deserve to be punished.”
Cyan produced a light feather from somewhere and he started drawing it across my chest, and heading for my armpits, lightly caressing my ribs with the feather...
I was in stiches! my body was in spasms and I laughed into my gag, tears now flowing freely from my eyes and drool from my mouth.
Cyan let up with the feather then went to work with his fingers, I couldn’t take any more but my body was not my own, I thrashed this way and that trying to escape his fingers…
He withdrew and my muscles relaxed, my chest heaved as I breathed heavily through my nose. My eyes closed as I had a moment of respite.
It didn’t last long, as I felt cold metal pinch my nipples, I opened my eyes and strained my neck trying to see what was happening but I couldn’t see anything past the wooden stockade around my neck.
I shifted uneasily, as Cyan turned them tighter and tighter, till I weakly whimpered into the ball stuck in my jaw.
I wiggled my wrists trying to reach my nipples to relieve the pain but the wooden grasp was relentless.
I gave a deep groan as I bit down on my ballgag and flexed all my muscles, I can do this, I can make it through this night, I have to, I need to go and retrieve my victory…
Just then Cyan came back into my view with the hood, “ok convict, your sentence starts now, I’ll be back in a few hours.”
He pulled the hood over my head and I heard the door shut, then silence…
Deafening silence and excruciating nipple pain were my only thoughts… oh and my prize who was taped up tightly on the back of his pickup.
I love this story and get happy when an update is posted! Keep up the good work!
Adding Sky to the situation would be fun...
