Chapter 4: in a tight spot

On returning to the police station I was ushered into a small room that looked like a cell.

"Did you enjoy your time in town?" asked Josie. "Did you see lots of nice looking girls? I gather one of them wanted to show you her tits — but you were too tied up to do anything about it. Now, you know that you are in here because you were caught beating your meat. Obviously we don't want you getting back into your old ways too soon."

She produced what appeared to be a pair of pliers with about a five-inch nose to them. She removed my board and the electronic device and that made my balls sting again — they were still sore from the twisting they'd had and from the kneeing they'd taken from the shop girl.

She picked up a white tube that had a picture of an erect penis along the side (a little smaller than life-size). With the long nose pliers she grasped my foreskin and pulled it through the tube. It wasn't uncomfortable, which rather surprised me, and I couldn't really see the point of it — Josie enlightened me.

"This is the Purity Tube, it'll cause no discomfort whilst your prick remains flaccid. An erection will constrict its movement considerably. You would be advised to think only pure thoughts!"

With that she left the room and I found myself alone for the first time since I'd been arrested. I had my hands tied behind my back and this tube was dangling and resting on my balls but causing no discomfort.

The room was bare — there was nowhere to sit — just a pot in one corner (I guessed its purpose) and a television screen in the top corner. I squatted in the corner and waited — something was bound to happened, and it did.

The tv screen came to life and showed footage of the evening news. "The first man to be arrested under the new Purity Laws," read the pretty brunette newscaster, "was found guilty today of masturbating in front of a computer. The court took very little time in finding him guilty and he began the punishments immediately. Part of the court order is that these punishments be made public — therefore we show the first three elements of his sentence."

The scene cut from her to a close up of the ball twister I had been subjected to.

"Prisoner 0258223 underwent the testicle twist in the police cells this afternoon. His testicles were place through an aperture and then clipped and turned." The accompanying pictures showed the white box with my pink, hairy and floppy ball sac. A hand attached the clip and I winced as I watched them change colour through fiery red to purple as the clip was twisted. I heard my own yells as they were played back on the television and felt the burning pain all over again.

"Part two of his punishment was to walk to the city centre," again footage was shown, "where he was tied for a couple of hours and some young girls amused themselves by attempting to set fire to his privates."

As this was being shown my prick began to swell within the confines of the Tube. I glanced and saw that it was squeezing out of the end of the Tube and was beginning to ache. It was also making me feel randy — I could see the tip glistening with pre-cum. The pictures of the girls on screen playing with my prick were just too much. I grasped my dick, in its protective collar, and, in a few strokes felt myself about to cum. The Tube was tight enough to make the effort very easy.

"Prisoner 0258223 is currently being held in a cell and his next penalties will depend on his reaction to his programme." Suddenly the picture changed to one that must have been coming from a number of different cameras hidden in the cell. One was a close up of the shiny knob of my dick in the process of being wanked.

"As we can all see — he has not learned his lesson — he is masturbating even as this programme is being shown. Has this man got no self-control? He will certainly wish that he had as his is introduced to this device." I stopped tossing myself off and hardly noticed the stream of spunk running over my hand as I looked at the bizarre contraption about six inches long with ugly wires running from one end to the other — they joined at one end and were vaguely in the shape of a penis. "This is the Cage — and he is about to be introduced to it. More on this story later. Other news..." The tv screen went blank.

At the same moment the door opened and Josie entered carrying the contraption they had called the Cage and Carver holding a two pound weight and a table about the size of a hall-stand. "Stand up!" Carver ordered. "Hands behind your back."

I got to my feet and reluctantly did as she had said. Reluctantly because it meant that my erect prick was standing out in front of me trapped in its white Tube the end dripping with cum.

"You are disgusting," Josie hissed. "Look at you — wanking yourself off at the drop of a hat. Well the Cage will stop that game. But first you must be punished for wanking. Hands behind on this table."

My hands were pinioned in place one either side of the table and then a tape was passed round my middle holding my prick up against my stomach — I felt the wet stickiness of my spunk as it pressed against my belly. The height of the table was such that my balls sat on the table.