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By Straitjacketed
Chain links clanked softly along the metal rail as Midshipman Tommy Bell tried to make himself comfortable – or, at least, less uncomfortable. He was used to bedding down in his oilskin anorak and bib & brace trousers – his “’skins” as they called them – from time to time, when all hands were needed on deck and the crew had to sleep in shifts; he wasn’t used to trying to sleep in oilskins with both wrists cuffed behind him and chained to the hull.
With hindsight, it made sense. The new crew members they’d picked up in Fishguard, to augment the vessel’s skeleton crew, had seemed a bit … off, somehow, not quite right. Rougher than the crews he was used to serving alongside, and they all seemed to know each other. Tommy had got the sense of something in the air, nods and winks exchanged behind his back. Nothing sufficiently tangible to justify involving the Captain but now, shackled below decks, he wished he had done.
Here are some pictures from a while back, from Zerotaf, of one of his prisoners:
This guy looks all messy, tied up like that in the mud!
By lthr_jock
Jim kept his head down and moved along the road as fast as possible, eyes fixed on the pavement, only glancing up to try to see a street sign and to avoid walking into people. Even so, he attracted attention very quickly as people noticed the collar and wristbands standing out starkly against his skin. Worse, his cock was being kept solid down his right leg by the cock-ring was a noticeable bulge in the bleachers and he heard several shocked comments.
After what seemed like an age, he got to the end of the road to where he could see a street-sign. Ignoring the road name, he looked quickly at the post-code on the sign — NE9 — bloody hell, he was miles from home. He shoved his hands into his pockets and found nothing inside. Without money he couldn’t even get a tube, bus or taxi. Jim shivered at the predicament he was in, chose a roughly south westerly direction and kept walking.
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By Rubbag
I had said yes to Josh, and that’s how I found myself standing beside him the next night trying to be cool but so glad the docks are deserted in the evening. They may be empty, but the summer nights are short and I’m still aware of how much we stand out in the late twilight. Who could miss us, two muscle jocks trying to look as if they’re hangin. Both dressed the same, both in white, both looking almost naked in their under armour tights and skin top, every muscle showing as they try to be so casual about it.
“How long do we wait, Josh?”
“Eh?” He doesn’t hear me, he’s too distracted by his crotch, trying to rub it but getting nowhere.
“Josh!”
“Soz … what did you?” he says, a little dazed, the cell phone still in one hand.
“How long?”
“I don’t know, five, ten minutes, it depends on …”
What kind of pervert would take a tour of a famous battleship, then head right for the BRIG? A Metalbond reader, of course. Check out the picture below and the information sent in by an anonymous reader of this blog:
Dear Metal,
The New Jersey was very cool. I took the self-guided tour, and enjoyed the berthing areas, Marines’ compartments — and the brig. There are no sinks or toilets in the brig cells, so the prisoners have to be escorted by a Marine to the head. I’m guessing they’re cuffed and/or shackled for the excursion. There are three cells right next to each other, each just barely bigger than the fold down bunk. Inmates were only served bread and water in the brig, for up to three days. If longer than three days, they were escorted by the Marines to the mess deck.
—from a reader
Metal would like to thank the reader for sharing this brig picture. Anyone else who has experience with a brig is invited to get in touch via email!
