By Rubrpig

I woke up when I heard my new roommate moving around in our shared room. I sat up and swung my legs out of the bed and looked at my roommate. I spoke and told him my name and rank. He turned at looked at me and nodded. I stared as well as wearing a solid band of stainless steel around his neck, his cock and balls were locked up in a steel chastity device. I realized that it was a steelwerks necromancer device.

The polished steel tube holding his cock was plugged with a special screw and his balls were incased in a specially shaped steel casing to resemble his balls and sac. He saw the expression on my face and nodded. He said that his Officers had just equipped him with the chastity device a week ago. I nodded and told him that I was Trooper William Rhodes. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself as Trooper Iain Mackenzie. I shook his hand and got aroused as I have always had a thing for gingers.

He asked who my Officers were. I replied that Captain Edwards and Lt. Harrison were my officers. He nodded and told me that they were the meanest officers in the regiment and they were going to be very hard to serve and please. I nodded and told him I had already experienced their discipline and showed him my back and ass. He asked if I wanted him to check my back to make sure it was ok and I nodded. He checked it over and rubbed his calloused hands over the welts on my back and cigar burns on my pecs, then he picked up the antibiotic cream and applied to several places. He wiped his hands and sat back on his bed.

I asked who his Officers were. He told me that he served Major Williams and Captain Sloane. He explained that they were partners and were heavily into heavy bondage and as I could see chastity.

I asked him where I could find the uniform stores as I had to report to be kitted out with riding gear. He said that we had to get dressed in fatigues and boots and report for breakfast in the dining hall, then he would show me where the stores were. We got dressed and headed out for breakfast.

After breakfast, he showed me where the stores were and told me how to find the riding arena. I would have to return to our room and change into the riding gear and report to the training arena. I nodded and went into the uniform stores. After being fitted out with riding boots, spurs, breeches, shirts, tunics, and some other gear, I lugged it all back to our room, sorted it out and quickly got dressed in the gear which I had been instructed to wear.

I reported to the riding arena and to the Sergeant who would be responsible for training myself and the other new Troopers to ride. After meeting our horses and learning how to properly saddle them, we started our riding lessons. After we finished, we had to learn how to groom our horses and clean our saddles and tack. Once we were done, we were dismissed and told to get ready for duty as barracks security. I headed back to the room where I found my new roommate Iain stripping down and getting ready for security duty as well. I watched as he put on a black jock strap which helped support his steel encased cock and balls.

He told me that he had already seen his officers who had loosened the screw cap on his cock tube so he could remove it as needed to piss. I got dressed. Soon we were both in our battle dress and boots, then we put on our body armour and gloves, picking up our battle helmets, we put them on and left the room. We both jogged through the barracks and got to the armoury. We signed out our semi-automatic rifles, and our side arms which were Glock 9mm automatics. We check our weapons and were issued with full magazines for both weapons and we stowed the extra clips in the pouches on our vests. We left and reported to the security office in the courtyard and were assigned radios and our patrol areas. Iain and I were assigned to patrol together. Just as we were leaving to take up our patrol, the Officer on Duty, stopped us and handed us pagers with our names on them and told us that we were keep them visible so we could respond when our Officers paged.

We were reminded that if we were paged then we were to radio in for replacement so we could report. We saluted and clipped the pagers to our vests and were dismissed and told to report to our patrol area.

We had been on patrol for 3 hours when my pager went off. I saw the message to report to Captain Edwards. I grabbed the microphone clipped to my vest and radioed the security office and requested replacement. The request was acknowledged and I was instructed to wait for my replacement. Several minutes later, a trooper jogged up and told me that I was relieved. I nodded and jogged off to Captain Edwards’ rooms. I got there and knocked and was ordered to enter.

I walked in and closed the door, and immediately began to strip off all my gear. I made the weapons safe and stowed them properly and then stripped off the heavy body armour and battle dress along with my combat boots. I stowed all my gear neatly and entered the sitting room and stood at ease with my chest forced forward as my hands were clasped behind my back.

After a few minutes, Captain Edwards walked in wearing black Wesco boots, Langlitz leather breeches and a leather shirt. He walked over and I heard his leathers creaking. He ran his hands over my welted back and checked to make sure everything was healing. Then he moved in front of me and checked the cigar burns on my pecs to make sure that I had been applying the burn cream on them. Satisfied, he told me to go to his bedroom and get busy brushing and cleaning his uniform and boots that were there. I nodded and jogged off and began brushing his uniform tunic and hanging it up. After cleaning up his uniforms I got his boots and saw the polish supplies and sat down and began polishing his gleaming brown riding boots. I was stiff from riding but after a while I just focused on getting his boots gleaming.

He came in and checked on my progress and he found that I was just finishing up with his boots. He nodded and pointed to his Wesco’s and I set his riding boots aside and crawled over and began licking and sucking on the heavy oiled leather and he lifted his foot and I licked and cleaned the cleats of his boot sole. After both boots had been cleaned, he told me to report to Lt. Harrison. I stood up went to attention and saluted. He dismissed me and told me to take my gear with me so he was not disturbed when I was finished with Lt. Harrison. I nodded, and gathered up my gear and weapons and left, walking across the hall and knocked on Lt. Harrison’s door.

After being ordered in, I stowed everything again and walked into his sitting room. Lt. Harrison was standing there naked and stroking his hard cock. He pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him and I dropped to my knees and automatically opened my mouth. He moved forward and shoved his cock into my mouth and grabbed my ears and began to face fuck me hard and deep. I struggled for air but managed to get some air whenever he pulled almost out before ramming his cock back deep into my throat. He kept pounding my throat and finally he pulled almost out and held his cock head in my mouth as he began to pump a heavy load into my mouth. I swallowed it and made sure I did not waste any of it. He finally slowed and stopped but he held his cock in my mouth and then he began to piss. I swallowed as fast I could to make sure I did not waste any of his piss and that I did not gag on the heavy flow of piss. Finally he finished, and I sucked his cock dry and licked his cock clean as he pulled out.

Telling me that I was dismissed, I stood and got dressed and reported back to the security office for reassignment as my security duty still had a couple of hours to go. I was sent back to my original post and relieved my replacement. Iain and I talked quietly and he asked what happened. I told him that it was an easy time with them as I just cleaned uniforms and boots for the Captain and gave the Lt. a blowjob and drank his piss. Iain suggested that it might be that they were letting me adjust to my new routines and that my back and pecs were still raw from the last session. I nodded and said that most likely he was right.

After we were relieved, returned our weapons to the armoury and went to the dining hall and had supper. Since neither of us were paged we managed to relax and get to sleep early. The next several days were much the same. Riding lessons followed by security duty and pages from our Officers. On Friday night, Iain had been paged by his Officers and took off. Just as he was leaving I was paged and so I reported to Captain Edwards’ rooms. After entering and stripping, I reported to the sitting room and I found both of my Officers were standing there waiting for me. Captain Edwards looked at me and told me that I was to report to him at 9am the next morning. According to the duty rosters, I was off duty so I knew that I did not have to make any arrangements for relief or miss riding class. I nodded and replied Sir, Yes Sir.

He nodded and told me that I was to be in battle dress and boots. I again acknowledged the order. He nodded and told me that I was going to be taken to the regimental black smith and that my former Sir’s collar was going to be removed and given back to me. Once that was done, my new regimental collar would be fitted and welded. I nodded and acknowledged by saying Sir, Yes Sir. Captain Edwards asked me then how I long I had been wearing my chain collar. I replied, Sir, I was collared 6 years ago Sir. He nodded and told me that my regimental collar would be the same as my roommate wore. These were the standards collars for soldier servants in the regiment. I nodded and knew that come tomorrow morning I would be wearing a ¾” wide and 1/4” band of stainless steel shaped to fit my neck and welded closed. I remained silent and stared forward.

Captain Edwards nodded and told me that I was dismissed. I replied Sir, Yes Sir, turned and left the room and got dressed and put my boots back on and left his quarters. I headed back to my room and when I got there, Iain was still not back and I sat on my fed and grabbed my chain collar and hung on to it as it had become part of me and tonight was the last night I would be wearing it.

The next morning, Iain jogged into our room at 7am in time to wake me up for breakfast. He was tired but by the rope burns on his wrists he had been tied down securely overnight. I asked if there more rope marks than just his wrists. He smiled and opened his shirt and showed the rope marks on his chest. He had been put into a heavy full body rope harness and had been suspended so that the ropes really dug into him.

He said that he had tied up till about an hour ago. I smiled and told him that I had not been used the night before but that at 9am I was going too fitted with my regimental collar. He told me that I was going to fucking love wearing the collar as it was heavy and you always will know you are now the property of the regiment. I nodded but he could see I was upset about something. I told him that they would be cutting off my current collar which I had been wearing for 6 years and that it meant that my late Sir was really now in my past. He nodded and told me that I was strong and would get through it. I smiled and we headed for breakfast.

At 9am I knocked on the door of Captain Edwards’ rooms and was told to enter. I walked in and stripped down quickly. I reported to the sitting room and went into the at ease position as usual. Both of my Officers were standing there waiting for me. Lt. Harrison walked up and asked if I was ready to give up my collar and take the collar of the regiment. I replied Sir, Yes Sir. He nodded and said that there was one thing that had to be done before we left for the blacksmiths. I stood quietly as Captain Edward turned and picked up an object from the table behind him and moved toward me. I looked at it and realized that I was going to be fitted with the same chastity device that Iain wore. I braced myself as my officers knelt and began fitting the device. The base ring was worked over my cock and balls. The metal section that would cover my balls and sac was opened and fitted then closed. I felt the weight tugging my balls downward. The cock tube was then worked on to my cock. The piss tube had been lubed so it would slide into my urethra smoothly. The piss tube was about 2 inches long. The tube was worked into place and the special security screws were put in and tightened locking everything together.

To remove it would require a special tool which was made to fit the special screws. The last thing was the cap to the piss tube which was screwed on but not completely tightened. I was told I would be able to remove the cap to piss but when I was with them, once I was stripped I would use the tool I would find hanging by the entrance door to both sets of their rooms to tighten and lock the cap so I would not able to piss without permission. I nodded, then said Sirs, Thank you for locking up this trooper Sir. They stood and Lt. Harrison handed me a black jock strap and told me to put it on as it help support the weight of the device. Once I had put on the jock I found that it made it much easier to take the weight of the device. He told me to report to the regimental stores and pick up a number of jocks so I would have clean ones. The regiment supplied them to the Troopers who had been locked up by their officers. I nodded and remain quiet. My cock was struggling to get hard in the steel tube and it was hurting as it could not swell or get hard.

Captain Edwards told me at that point to get dressed as it was time. I turned and jogged from the room and quickly put on my battle dress and boots. They watched and when I was ready, they walked out and I followed them. The regiment’s blacksmith was located at the rear of the barracks. The blacksmith was responsible for shoeing the regiment’s horses and mending any of the metal gear etc. The other duty was to make and install the regimental collars on the Troopers who had been chosen to be soldier servants.

It took about 10 minutes to get to the blacksmith’s shop and we entered. He was standing there waiting for us. He acknowledged my officers and he looked at me and said, I assume this is the trooper for collaring? Captain Edwards nodded and then said, However, you will need to carefully cut off his current collar, and he has been told he will get it back to keep so be careful with his old collar. The blacksmith nodded and asked what was so special about it. Captain Edwards told him that I had been wearing it for 6 years and that my Sir whose collar it was passed away about a year ago. The blacksmith nodded and said, no problem and walked over to me and told me to remove my tunic of my battle dress.

I obeyed and removed it and folded it and placed it on the table beside me. He reached up and examined the collar and said that he would have to cut one of the links but both pieces of the cut link and the remainder of the collar would be given back to me. I nodded and stood waiting in the at ease position.  Pointing at a wooden stool he told me to sit. I obeyed and he walked over and picked up a pair of heavy metal bolt cutters. He walked back over to me and opened the cutters and worked one of the links of my collar into the jaws of the cutter. He took the handles of the cutters and he grunted as he applied pressure to the cutters and then there was a loud snap and the link of my collar snapped as it had been cut through. He set the cutters aside and carefully removed the cut link and then Captain Edwards moved forward and gently removed the collar from my neck. I shuddered as it felt like a piece of my body was gone.

He reached into his tunic pocket and pulled out a small black leather pouch and carefully put the collar chain into it and then the blacksmith dropped the cut link into the pouch. Captain Edwards then closed the pouch and handed it to me. He ordered me to keep it safe as it was still the property of my late Sir. I nodded and took the pouch and put it into the thigh pocket on my right leg.

The blacksmith then picked up a heavy padded cape like object and dropped it over my head and it covered my upper torso and arms. Then he took a hood make of the same material and worked it over my head and I could feel it being tucked into the collar of the cape. Then I felt something being forced around my neck and adjusted so it fit snug to my neck even with the padded hood. I could hear him asking the officers if they were satisfied with the fit and they agreed.

I heard a machine start up and then the hiss and crackle followed by intense heat. I knew that the collar was being welded closed. I had experienced it before when my previous collar had been put on and welded. Once the welding was done, a grinder was turned on and used to grind down the weld seam. The blacksmith finally finished and asked for my officer’s approval. They told him that it was an excellent job. The black smith tugged and struggled but finally got the heavy padded hood off my head and I could breathe again without a struggle as the hood was thick and I had to struggle hard to get air through it. The heavy cape was lifted off and removed. I was ordered to stand up and put my tunic back on and I obeyed. I finished dressing and after I had tucked in my tunic, I was ordered to drop to my knees and kiss the blacksmiths boots to thank him for his work. I dropped and leaned forward and kissed the toe of his left boot and then the right boot. I was then ordered to my feet and told to follow them.

We returned to Captain Edward’s rooms, and after entering, I immediately stripped as per my orders and went into the sitting room. I stood there now officially collared to the regiment and also now securely locked up and secured to insure my focus was on serving my Officers and the regiment. They inspected my collar and checked my records against the information etched into my collar. My regimental number along with the names of my officers had been etched into the heavy steel of my collar. It clearly showed that I was the property of the Blues and Royals.

Then I was ordered to change them into their leathers and boots, and as soon as that was done, heavy restraints were locked on me and I was taken to the dungeon space and chains connected to my wrist restraints so my hands were chained behind my back. Then I felt the tug on the chain as the chain tightened and pulled my wrists up so I was forced to bend forward as my arms were pulled up and I was put into serious stress position. I had seen it done to others but I had never experienced the strappado position. The chain keep pulling my arms up till I could not help but scream as it felt like my shoulders were dislocating. The chain stopped and I was sweating heavily and breathing hard to overcome the pain from my shoulders. My officers watched and told me to work through it as it would be a while before I would be released. They also warned me that if I lost my footing I would dislocate my shoulders. I grunted and stood as still as I could. They walked away and I heard the door close so I was alone in my agony.

Finally after what felt like hours, the winch started and my arms lowered. The agony of the change of position and the stress on my shoulders caused me to stumble and scream. Finally, I was able to stand upright with my arms still locked behind my back. My officers unlocked my wrists and each grabbed an arm and dragged me over to the fuck bench and I was quickly mounted to the bench and they quickly greased my ass and I was soon spit roasted between them, nothing but a pair of holes for their cocks to fuck. After they had taken turns using both of my holes, they left me on the bench to recover and they left the room. After a while, they returned both of them in civilian clothing and they unlocked me from the bench. I was ordered to dress and get my ass back to my room. I obeyed and quickly left.

I got to the room and Iain was back and laying on his bed. He sat up when I walked in and I staggered to my bed and sat down. I worked on easing the pain in my shoulders and he asked what had happened. I told him that I had spent some time in a stress position and my shoulders were screaming in agony still. He told me to take a hot shower as that might help. I stripped and when I turned to face him he saw I was now wearing a regimental collar like his and what appeared to be the regimental choice for chastity devices. He smiled and told me that I was now regimental property just like him. There was no going back. I asked him what that meant and he told me that I really did not read the enlistment papers carefully. I had signed up for a permanent enlistment and that I was in the regiment until the regiment released me just like he was.

To be continued …