Prisoner #38

I made my way down the long bleached hall, devoid of any color the bright overhead lights seemed to wash out all the pigment from my skin. The only contrast was the sharp silver steel of the cell doors every ten feet or so holding behind it someone far worse off than me.

My criminal justice degree had done me so much good getting me rejected from about every law enforcement agency I applied to after college. I guess most places wanted communications, science, mathematics, or hell even architecture degrees. I had applied almost everywhere and been denied just as many times. Hell, I had applied for this job as a joke, the vague listing and strange short interview with its weird questions made me think it was almost fake. I was positive I wasn't going to get it but as it turned out I was exactly what they were looking for. I was a nobody, no family, no friends, and no social life. I was a low risk for sharing information and I guess in their minds I was easily controlled. Much like everyone in these cells.

I stopped at cell number 38. Looking through the small reinforced section of plexiglass I locked eyes with prisoner 38. His blue eyes were the only hint of a person hidden underneath all that rubber. The black encased him from head to toe making his silhouette stand out in the backdrop of the white cell. I stared at him, locking eyes as we often did, wondering who was under there, why he was under there, and what he was thinking. Often was it about me?

We were a lot alike me and prisoner 38, no one knew who we were or cared. Easily controlled and unnoticed by society. However, he was once somebody, somebody important hence why he was here. You had to be somebody at one point in your life to be here, a criminal, a spy, or if you pissed off the wrong person with money or power, someone that wanted you to disappear.

"Guard Rogers!" The command of the guard master jerked me out of my trance causing me to quickly spin around.

"You were supposed to have finished your rounds fifteen minutes ago, get your ass moving," I responded with a quick nod, putting my head down and promptly walking off. The guards did not speak to each other, we only received orders from the head guard, and our routes were split so we never ran into each other and did routes in separate sections of the facility. I had yet to actually meet any of my so-called coworkers. The system was set up so that no one knew anything about anyone, we didn't even know anything about the prisoners, what they looked like, their names, or crimes. Simply their prisoner number.

I quickly finished my rounds and scanned my ID badge letting myself into the small break room to have my "Lunch" Yeah right lunch at 12:30 at night. I sat down straining against my uniform. That was the one thing I was not fond of about the job; everything else was great, the pay, the benefits, the commute. Being located in an old warehouse in the middle of the commercial district, the prison didn't have a heavy traffic rate getting to work since no one knew the place existed. You would only pass a few trucks in and out picking up shipments, and with the amount of cameras outside no one was going to steal your car. However, the uniform sucked. Guards wore a stark white uniform matching the entire complex. White leather boots and baggy smooth pants with no pockets which was a nice touch. Complemented by a white t-shirt covered by what one could describe as a button-up winter suit coat. All added to by a tight hood and police officer cap. All made up of leather which made me often hot and puzzled at who in the hell chose the uniform.

I was told the hood was to keep our identities anonymous hence the no one knows anything about anyone vibes. But other than that I wasn't complaining. Besides, it made me look hot. I would often put it on at home just to jack off. I was big into bondage but having no significant other I often had no real way to indulge. Sometimes I wished I could be the one in the cell and often thought about the irony of getting this job.

My tablet in my pocket started buzzing and I pulled it out to an alert. Each officer had tablets to monitor prison items and inmates as well as make logs. I still had my route on mine as I was still having trouble finding my way around as everything practically looked the same around here. Looking at the alert a vitals sensor in prisoner 38's cell had come loose and needed to be checked. Standing up and throwing my half-eaten lunch in the trash I hurried out of the break room to cell 38.

It didn't take me long as I knew exactly how to get there, often stopping by and looking through the window was my only thing to do on my rounds.

Upon arriving I looked through the window in the door and saw him knelt in the center of his cell. Usually, he was strung up hanging bound from the roof of the cell in a straightjacket sleepsack but he had been removed earlier to be interrogated for some reason. It wasn't uncommon for prisoners to be removed from their cells for questioning and we were alerted ahead of time that they would not be in their cell. Prisoner 38 had two days of interrogation and therefore was in his mobile restraints so the specialized guards could retrieve him easily from his cell tomorrow morning.

I would have loved to be one of them, they wore similar outfits to us but the pants were much tighter and the shirt was replaced with a heavy tactical vest leaving their muscular arms bulging on the sides. They looked like they were equipped to put down a riot carrying multiple pairs of handcuffs, zip ties, and even muzzles and gags hanging from their belts as they walked. Thanks to my baggy pants they couldn't see my erection every time they would drag a prisoner past while I was on my rounds.

These were the only guards we saw besides the head guard, and I was told it was made that way. If we ever told a soul about what happens here or where it is we would be arrested by these buff men and thrown in one of these cells ourselves and the key thrown away. That certainly kept me in line but deep down part of me wanted it.

Unlocking and opening the door the hinges groaned under the weight and the smell of rubber wafted into my nose. Despite wearing it my entire shift the cells having padded rubber walls from floor to ceiling (except for the mounting point bolted to the walls around the room peeking out) covered the cell blocking out all other smells.

My boots squeaked as I made my way over standing before him. The opening door reverberated through the padded floor letting him know he was not alone in his cell despite still staring at the floor before him. He was encased from head to toe. A full thick skin tight rubber suit clung to his body. Not visible but underneath his ass plugged and his cock locked in a chastity cage pressed tight to his crotch and in his case a bulge apparent from under the smooth material. The knees of the suit were padded as prisoners were often on their knees in most other cells and the word prisoner in bold white letters was printed down the left leg of the suit, not that there was any way he wouldn't be confused for one. A heavy straightjacket squeezed his upper body pressing his arms to his chest and straining with the rise and fall of his breathing. The straps ran around his forearms hugging them tightly together. More around his upper arms pulling them back and pinned to his sides. Two straps ran between his legs on either side of his bulging cage ensuring the jacket couldn't be slipped over his head. Finally, the collar of the jacket was buckled shut over the hood he was wearing making sure it could not be slipped off. For good measure, presented on the front of the straightjacket as well as the suit hidden underneath was the word prisoner once more with bold lettering underneath, High Security. On the top of his hood right about where his forehead would be displayed his prisoner number.

The hood was an even heavier material not to mention tighter, designed to press out all thoughts of disobedience and take away their identity, with only two eye holes to watch the world pass them by. Underneath the prisoner's ears were plugged and their mouth filled with an inflatable gag. They were completely cut off from the outside world and their own senses. I only knew all of this since when hired I was debriefed on the restraint system all prisoners were placed in. There were differing levels for more combative and dangerous inmates. As for restroom and hygiene that was the day shift's responsibility and I was told not to worry or care for that matter. I did have to think under all that rubber one would be pretty hot and sweaty, trapped in a different type of prison, a skin-tight one with all that smooth slippery sweat and no escape. Whoever had designed the suits certainly wanted to make those in prison here suffer.

For the time being a chain had been looped through a ring in the center of the floor and padlocked to a D-ring on the inside of each of his thighs forcing him to kneel and no room to wriggle away. I took a step closer and knelt down trying to see if a sensor had come loose or broken. Each inmate had an electronic collar locked overtop of where the neck of their jacket and hood met, ensuring neither could come off and taking vitals such as blood pressure, heart rate, and breathing. Oftentimes a bump or just guards being rough in transport could cause them to malfunction. Leaning forward I saw the screen on the collar flashing red for an error, squinting to take a closer look. I had no time to move as a blur of black rubber smashed into my head causing me to fall backwards landing on the soft padded floor with a thud and blacking out.

When I awoke my head was spinning and I had a terrible throbbing pain. I tried to reach up to subdue the pain but my arm stopped just past a nudge. As my vision cleared the grainy blur shifted into shapes and I saw standing before me a white prison guard coat. Brushing the floor I gazed up to see a Guard standing before me, Locking eyes I recognized the man behind the white mask.

Prisoner 38

I tried to stand but was quickly jerked downward, the sound of metal clanging and I fell back to my knees on the padded floor. Looking down dread filled my body as I no longer saw white but a sleeve of black encasing my skin. My arms wrapped tightly around my chest. I was now in a prison uniform number 38.

I screamed in protest but the inflatable gag under the hood muffled my cries. Looking up I could see him smiling.

"Hello guard, or should I say prisoner 38. I know you don't know me but I know you. I have studied you very well. In fact, you are the reason I am here. You see I was a spy for a foreign government, which one isn't important but your government didn't seem to want to leave me alone so I decided I needed to be caught. I waited until someone like you came along. Getting put in here was all part of my plan. I knew once I was interrogated they would have to lessen my restraints to move me and I would be able to slip out easier. It wasn't as difficult as you would think but I have to hand it to them. I was unable to wriggle my way out of that hanging sleepsack they kept me in. Then I simply needed someone no one would miss to take my place and appear to be me. I needed someone no one would come looking for and that just so happens to be you!"

I pulled on the jacket writhing back and forth the rubber squeaking and stretching as I fought the bonds.

"No one will know the difference under that mask and you will henceforth become prisoner 38 while I will be free to get back to my old life uninterrupted."

I couldn't believe this was happening. I thrashed some more but the intense prison restraints held fast only making me flush. I was already getting hot and starting to sweat as I felt the beads of sweat slide down the idea of the suit causing it to squeak and rustle the more I moved.

"I am going to miss our little stare-downs but I have more important things to attend to, besides they will replace you soon anyway and you will have a new person to lock eyes with. Only now you're on the other side of the door. For your enjoyment I added a bit more gear, you have a few more padlocks on you as well as a different plug than I had, this one has Estim on random settings controlled by the guards tablet which I will make sure to leave for your replacement. Don't you worry though I was able to cram you into the same cage I had on with a bit of work so It might be a little tight. I also left your earplugs out so you can hear every moan and rubber sound bounce off these walls in your cell. I don't mean to be rude and cut our conversation short but I really must go."

With that, he smiled and grabbing the tablet slipped out the door closing it behind him. I screamed into my gag and closed my eyes hoping it wasn't real. Opening them back up I was met with the same reality, a padded rubber room with a steel door before me. As for me a rubber prisoner bound and chained to the floor and immobilized. Now an object with no possibility of ever being discovered.

I was terrified but beneath all this heavy tight rubber my cock dripping inside my suit may have thought otherwise.