By Steellock
When Matt got back to the barracks that night he found that many of the troop had beaten him in and were lounging around chatting and joking. They quizzed Matt on where he had been. but he just shrugged his shoulders and said that he had been out walking.
He went over to his bunk, took off his jacket and realised that he could hardly raise his arms; the feeling was like after a really heavy new workout regime! He also realised that he was still hard. His dick was wet with juice; Matt was surprised that there was no stain coming though his jeans. He had to be really careful or the ribbing from last week would start again. He swiftly looked around but relaxed when he saw that Wayne was not in the room.
Also the frustration at not being able to release his feelings built up overnight. Some of the guys had no problem in releasing the pressure, wanking off either in the barrack when the Sarge was not there, or in the showers. Matt had never felt comfortable with this kind of public display and always wore shorts or a jock strap even when wandering through to the latrines. He would have to make sure he released the built up feelings before leaving the store next week. Then he sat up – that had been a reflex thought. His body must have made the decision to go back. When Jim had asked the question earlier, Matt had suddenly felt unsure. Was this normal? Perhaps he was being stupid. He felt sore and ached. He thought of the previous night:
Around his wrists and hands were leather binders, secured by multiple straps and padlocks. The steel suspension rings on his palms were padlocked to the beam. Round his ankles were another set of straps, but they were not tied off and his feet were loose.