By Zac Loughty

This story is about adults, to be read by adults only.

The author would like to thank his Discipline Monitor for his ‘encouragement’ to get this story finished, and for proofreading this story.

Chase (rien) has arrived at camp. He’s wearing his new camp uniform and is about to get his leg irons fastened around his ankles.

“Alright! You’re beginning to look like proper subs! Just a couple steps left. Next, we’ll be applying your irons,” Russ informs us.

We all groan. I guess I forgot about the irons. I was hoping maybe we’d only have to wear them on the van.

“We’re not worried about you subs running away. There’s no place to go! The rattling of your chains serves two purposes. One… it’s easier to find you when we have a job for you to do, and two… you’re reminded that you’re nothing but a sub with every step you take. Every time you move your feet, even just a little bit, you’ll hear a ‘clink’, ‘clink’, ‘clink’. It’s music to my ears! That sound will remind you to obey! Do you understand, subs?”

“Yes, sir!” we all shout.

“Chain ‘em up!” Russ orders.

“Okay, subs. Follow me over to the anvil, and we’ll get your chains put on,” Burly instructs.

Um… what’s an anvil? Click, click, click, click, click. You tighten the cuffs around our ankles. What do you need an anvil for? How hard can it be?

We follow Burly over to a hunk of metal anchored to the floor of the barn. I recognize a vise on one end of it. There’s a pile of chains next to it. A hammer’s lying on top of the metal thingy. There’re also lengths of rope.

“Who’s my first victim?” Burly inquires cheerfully.

“I’ll go,” zilch offers, stepping forward.

None of us objects. You go, zilch! Yay, zilch!

“Plop your ass on the ground and prop one of your feet up on the anvil,” Burly instructs.

I’m real curious, now. I wanna know what’s gonna happen to zilch’s feet.

Zilch sits down and places his booted right foot on the anvil.

There’s clinking and clanking as Burly picks up a chain with cuffs on each end. The cuffs are open, but I don’t see any toothed arm, nor do I see a locking mechanism.

He wraps the metal cuff around zilch’s ankle, over his boot. Oh, I see… there’s a hole in the hasps where the cuffs come together. I guess that’s where a padlock goes.

“These are pretty comfy irons as irons go,” Burly comments. “They’re rounded, so there’s nothing to cut into your leg. Plus, you wear them over your boots. They’re just noisy, is all.”

I keep waiting for the padlock. Instead, Burly picks up a little metal gizmo. It’s a cylinder that’s flat on one end. He holds zilch’s foot to the side of the anvil so the hasps on the cuff are on the anvil itself. Then, he pushes the cylinder up through the holes in Zilch’s cuff. What the hell? He picks up the hammer and brings it down hard on the cylinder.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The hammer pounds the cylinder, flattening it out.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

After Burly’s finished, the cylinder is destroyed. It’s just a rounded gob of metal. Burly tries to pull the two halves of the cuffs apart. They don’t budge. Fuck! That looks permanent!

“That’s got ya!” Burly announces happily.

“Um… sir? How does that cuff get removed?” I ask nervously.

“Don’t you worry about removing it, rien. As you can see, your irons will be nice and secure until we take them off,” Burly answers.

“Okay, that foot’s done. Give me your other one,” Burly demands.

CLANK! Zilch’s cuffed right foot drops to the ground. He raises his left foot so Burly can grab it.

Burly moves zilch’s imprisoned foot over and starts straightening out the chain leading to the other cuff. He grasps zilch’s left foot and places the open cuff around it. He puts the hasps over the anvil, pushes the cylinder up through the holes, takes the hammer, and…

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Burly examines the smushed cylinder.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

He finishes it off. He tests it to ensure zilch’s ankle is gonna stay cuffed.

“You’re all set, zilch! You got 18” of chain between your feet. I advise you against trying to take any strides larger than that. I got something else for ya,” Burly advises.

He retrieves a length of rope and ties it through the middle link of chain between zilch’s feet.

“This takes up here,” Burly says, handing the other end of the rope to zilch. “Tie the rope around your waist to keep your chain pulled up so you don’t trip over it.”

Zilch just sits there holding his rope, looking from Burly to his imprisoned feet.

“Don’t just sit there, zilch! I gotta get the rest of these subs ironed up. Stand up and practice walking around. Get used to ‘em. You gotta work in your irons tomorrow!”

The chain rattles as zilch gets back on his feet. He ties the rope around his waist, so it keeps the chain hitched up.

He takes a step.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink!

The chain continues to rattle as he walks.

“Who’s next?” Burly asks.

We’re all kinda dumbfounded. None of us want those metal cuffs stuck around our ankles. But I realize it’s inevitable. I might as well get it over with.

“I’ll go,” I say, stepping forward. The other guys look relieved.

“Great, rien! You won’t forget you’re a sub wearing these!” Burly assures me.

I sit on the ground and put my right foot on the anvil.

Burly picks up another chain and places the band of metal around my ankle over my boot. He grasps my foot and moves it so the hasps are on the anvil. He pops the cylinder up through the holes in the hasps. At this moment, I could still open the cuff.

He picks up the hammer and brings it down on the vulnerable cylinder sticking its neck out.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

I wince as the hammer smashes the cylinder. I feel kinda sick. I don’t want that hunk of metal fastened around my ankle!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The cylinder has been reduced to a mound. A mound that won’t slip back through the holes in the cuff. My ankle’s imprisoned until Burly frees it.

There’s a tightening in my groin. You gotta be kidding me! My dick thinks this is hot? What’s so sexy about having to lug this hunk of metal around with me all day?

Burly tests the cuff to ensure it’s secure. Then, he pushes my leg over and straightens out the chain leading to the other cuff. He slips the cuff around my left ankle. He puts the hasps on the anvil, pops the cylinder up through the holes, picks up the hammer and…

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

My left ankle’s imprisoned.

Burly grabs a rope and ties one end to the middle link of the chain.

“Here you go, rien,” Burly says, handing me the other end.

“Next!” Burly yells.

I guess that’s my cue to get out of the way.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink!

The chain jangles as I stand up. I loop the rope around my waist and tie it off. The rope looks stupid leading from my waist, down my crotch, and to the chain. But at least I won’t trip over the fucking chain.

I take a step.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink!

Oh man, this is gonna take some getting used to.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink!

Every single step I take is accompanied by the rattling of that chain.

Crap! This sucks! I hobble over to zilch. There is one good thing… the cuffs don’t hurt. They’re on the outside of my boots, so they aren’t touching my skin. They also aren’t very heavy. They have a little weight, but it’s not too bad. I guess I’ll be able to work in them. I just need to practice taking shorter steps than usual.

I’m so busy trying to walk in my leg irons that I don’t pay any attention to the other guys getting theirs put on. Zip joins us, clanking away. Then, it’s nada who comes shuffling over. Finally, zero is the last guy hobbled.

Blood is pouring into my cock. It wants to get hard SO BAD! Ouch! It’s trying to burst out between the bars of its cage. It oughta know by now that it can’t do that. For some reason, seeing all these guys chained up is hot as fuck! But it’s not just the view. It’s all the rattling, jangling, clinking, and clanking. These three Doms have us. We’re under their control. We can’t wander off. We can’t run away. In fact, we can’t run anywhere.

“Listen up, subs! It’s time to head to the pen!” Russ announces.

Um… the pen? Are they keeping chickens somewhere?

“Right this way, subs!” Russ says, heading toward a corner of the barn.

I guess they do have chickens. I see chicken wire cordoning off a corner of the barn. I haven’t heard any chickens clucking though.

As we get closer, my stomach drops… we’re the chickens! There are thick posts, maybe six inches in diameter, eight feet tall, that have been driven into the concrete floor about ten feet apart. Chicken wire has been fastened to the outside of the posts, forming a pen. There’s a gate butting up against the side wall, parallel to the back. There are three sections on the side of the pen with the gate, only one on the other side. But the short side looks weird. Yeah, the top is chicken wire, but the bottom has vertical wooden slats. The slats are about three feet high. There’s an outside shelf running all along that side in front of the slats about one foot off the ground.

GROOOOOOOOOOAN!

Russ pulls the gate open.

“In you go, subs. Welcome to your home for the weekend,” Russ says, motioning for us to enter the pen.

I follow the other guys and step through the gate. Right in front of me is a stainless-steel toilet. It’s got a sink in the top just like those jail toilets. There isn’t any seat either. So, we’re gonna hafta take a shit in front of each other? Eww! That’s gross!

There’s a shelf above the toilet/sink combo. We all drop our toothbrushes off there. I also notice a beat-up electric shaver laying on the shelf.

There are ten mats butted up against each other running down the length of the pen. We’re walking down an aisle between the back of the barn and the mats.

“Line up in front of the stanchion, subs!” Russ yells.

What’s a stanchion? Guess I’m gonna find out.

We reach the other end of the pen and line up. Zip is on my left, zilch is on my right.

“Squeeze together, subs. Shoulder to shoulder. That’s right. Nice and cozy. Now, drop to your knees,” Russ orders.

You can’t just drop to your knees when you’re wearing leg irons. You gotta preplan your movements. Our chains rattle and clank as we all kinda fumble and fall into each other, but we eventually get on our knees.

Now, I’ve gotta close-up view of the vertical wooden slats. The gaps between the slats alternate between a few inches and about a foot or so. Every other slat slants to the left a bit. I don’t get it.

“In you go, subs! Stick your head in there!” Russ orders.

What? I’m supposed to stick my head between the slats? What for?

Zip crawls forward and pushes his head between the slats. Zilch does the same.

WHOMP!

“OW!” I yell as the motivator slams into my right butt cheek. All I can feel is pain. I can’t even think.

“Get your head in there!” Burly orders me from behind.

WHOMP!

“OW!” The motivator just found my left butt cheek. Okay, okay, I’m moving! I crawl forward and stick my head between the slats.

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!

The slanted slat has returned to its upright position, trapping my head between the two uprights. I feel like a cow.

I turn my head to look at zip and zilch. They look just as confused as I am. We all want to free our heads from this fucking device. I’m feeling kinda vulnerable. That shelf that I saw earlier is just a few inches from my face. What are they gonna do to us?

“Hands behind your back.”

It’s Burly. He’s behind zip.

Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!

Zip’s getting his hands cuffed behind his back! Shit!

I quickly pull my hands behind my back so Burly can cuff them. I don’t want another swat from the motivator.

Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!

Cuffs tighten around my wrists. Man am I fucked!

“My associate here will now provide you with your haircuts, subs,” Russ announces. “He won’t be asking you how you’d like it cut. You’ll all get the same cut… short.”

We all groan.

Stache squats in front of zip. He’s holding a hair trimmer. He removes zip’s hat and fires up the trimmer. I have a front-row seat to zip’s haircut.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ…

Stache runs the trimmer from the middle of zip’s forehead, over the top, and down the back to his neck. Holy fuck! A shit-ton of hair drops to the shelf. Zip’s hair wasn’t all that long to begin with.

Stache returns the trimmer to zip’s forehead.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ…

He removes another swathe of zip’s hair. He keeps mowing through zip’s hair until it’s all gone. He brushes away the loose hairs. He pulls out a small mirror and sticks it under zip’s nose.

“What do you think, sub?” Stache asks.

Zip just stares into the mirror. He’s completely speechless. A tear forms in the corner of his eye. Aww, I feel bad for him.

WHOMP!

“OW!” Zip cries as the motivator slams into his butt.

“You’ve been asked a question, sub!” Burly yells.

“Um… it… looks… great, sir,” zip manages to stutter.

WHOMP!

“OW!” zip cries again.

“Thank the man for the haircut, sub!” Burly orders.

“Th… Th… Thank… you, sir,” zip says.

“My pleasure, sub!” Stache responds.

Stache puts zip’s hat on backwards and turns his attention to me.

Gulp! Instinct kicks in and I try to back away. The stanchion holds me fast.

“Time for your haircut, sub! Hold still!” Stache announces happily as he squats in front of me.

He removes my hat and flips on his clippers. Suddenly, I want my hat back!

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ…

I feel sick as the clippers are placed against my forehead.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ…

They carve a path right down the middle of my crown, and down the back of my head to my neck. Fuck!

My hair falls to the shelf below my face.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZ…

Stache makes another pass over my head which is followed by another and another. Hunks of my hair fall inches from my nose. He finishes up around my ears. The clippers are turned off. The soft bristles of his brush sweep away any loose hair. He pulls out his mirror and shoves it in my face.

I gasp. I look like a complete buffoon. I wasn’t prepared for this. Thank God for that ugly shit-brown hat! I’m never taking it off! Then, I remember the motivator.

“Thank you, sir,” I manage to stammer.

“You’re welcome, sub!” Stache answers with glee. He places my hat on my head backwards. Why backwards?

Stache moves on to zilch. I’m left to stare down into my cut locks. You’d think they’d at least clean this up. I don’t want to be stuck here looking at my beautiful hair that used to be on my head.

I attempt to calculate how long it takes Stache to cut each guy’s hair. My estimate is about 2 minutes.

After Stache finishes buzz-cutting zero on the end, he fires up a vacuum and sucks all our hair off the shelf and stanchion. It’s gone.

“It’s chow time, subs!” Russ announces.

Great! I’m hungry! Let me outta this thing and feed me. Where’s the dining room?

“You’re having hamburger tonight, subs!” Russ informs us.

Great! I love hamburgers!

What are we waiting for? I struggle to pull my head out of the stanchion. I look over at zip. His tears have dried.

“You look hot,” I whisper.

He gives me a sad smile.

“Thanks,” he says.

“Where did they go?” zilch asks.

“I don’t know,” I say. “They said we were gonna eat, and then, they disappeared.”

“Would you guys shut up? You’re gonna get us in trouble!” zero whispers loudly.

“Um… they left us, dude,” nada informs zero.

“It might be a trick. Maybe they won’t feed us if they hear us talking,” zero answers.

“Nah, they’ll feed us. We won’t be able to work if they don’t feed us,” nada tells zero.

“I’d be happy if they just let us out of this shit,” I say. I can’t stop trying to extract my head. I struggle against my cuffs. This isn’t exactly a comfortable position.

After we’ve concluded that we’ve been abandoned, Burly and Stache wheel a large cart into the barn. It has a big pot on it. I thought we were having hamburgers. Burly removes the lid and sticks a ladle into the pot. It smells pretty good. My stomach growls. Why aren’t they letting us out of the stanchion?

He ladles the stuff into a stainless-steel dog bowl and hands it to Stache. So, they’re feeding the dog the same stuff as us? Okay, whatever. Wait a minute… I don’t remember seeing any dog.

Stache brings the bowl over and sets it down on the shelf under zip’s nose.

Zip shoots me a look that says, ‘What the fuck?’

I give him the same look.

“Eat up, sub!” Russ says, stepping up to zip.

“Um… how?” asks zip.

“Stick your face in there and eat, sub!” Russ orders. “It’s real good! There’s fresh hamburger, some cheese, onions, and some ketchup.”

Zip just stares at Russ.

“Go on, sub! Eat!” Russ repeats.

Stache sets another dog bowl under my nose. It doesn’t look very appetizing, but it smells good. There’s some steam coming off it, but it isn’t too hot. I tentatively stick my tongue out to try to get some. I can’t help but get some on my chin.

“That’s it! Dive in there, rien!” Russ encourages.

Another bowl is set under zilch’s nose. He plunges his face in and starts chowing down.

“That’s the way, zilch! Show ‘em how it’s done!” Russ says.

I decide to go for it. I open my mouth and stick it in the pile of hamburger. I get a bite and start chewing. It’s good! It’s a little awkward to swallow in this position, but I manage.

After the first few bites, I don’t care how messy my face gets anymore. I’m hungry and the hamburger is good.

WHOMP!

“OW!” zero lets out a yell.

“Get your face in there and eat, sub!” Burly shouts.

WHOMP!

“OW!” zero yells again.

“NOW, sub!” Burly screams.

I guess zero gets with the program cuz I don’t hear the motivator slam into his backside again.

As I get towards the end of my meal, I do my best to clean my bowl. I contort my head as best I can to reach every drop.

“Good job, zip!” Russ praises as he takes zip’s bowl.

“Good job, rien!” Russ says, taking my bowl.

“Good job, zilch!” Russ comes back and takes zilch’s bowl.

“Good job, nada!” Russ says.

“You missed a few spots, zero. Lick ‘em up!” Russ commands.

I wince as I fear the motivator is about to return to zero’s butt. Thankfully, it doesn’t. I guess zero was able to lick his bowl clean.

Burly makes his way behind us, unlocking our cuffs. Thank God! We all rub our wrists. It was stressful having our hands cuffed behind us like that.

“You can take turns washing your faces off in your toilet’s sink, subs. There’s a small tube of toothpaste for you to share. You’ll find bottles of drinking water by the toilet. Then you can relax on one of our nice, comfy mats. Except for rien and zero. You two will be punished for messing around earlier when you should have been sitting quietly,” Russ advises.

Crap! I was hoping they’d forget about that. I hope to God we aren’t paddled with the motivator. I’ll be bawling. I’ll use the safe word. I’m not proud.

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!

The slat resting against the side of my neck moves away from me. I can pull my head out!

I get on my feet and loosen up my neck and shoulders. I make my way to the toilet with the rest of the guys. We all look ridiculous with our faces brown with hamburger goo.

There’s a communal hand towel. Eww! Not very sanitary. After washing his face, each guy dries off with the towel. It’s pretty wet by the time I use it. But it feels great to get the hamburger stuff off my face. We share the tube of toothpaste and take turns spitting in the tiny sink.

Zero is pissed at me. Hey dude, it isn’t my fault we got caught! They wouldn’t have ever known if you hadn’t kicked and yelled at me! Geesh! Zero picks a mat as far from me as possible. Fine with me, dude!

I grab a water bottle and plop down on a mat. Zilch chooses the mat next to mine. I hope he’s up for some fooling around later.

“Rien, zero! Take a shit or piss if you need to. You’ll both be restrained tonight,” Burly yells.

Great! Restrained! What the fuck does THAT mean! Apparently, it means I won’t be able to get up and take a piss. Fuck! There goes my plan of messing around with zilch. If only zero hadn’t overreacted.

I start to get up to take a piss, but I notice zero has already taken a seat on the shitter. His face is bright red with embarrassment. I look away to give him his privacy.

“This sucks,” zilch says, fingering his leg irons.

“Yeah, I know,” I reply. “What is this thingy they pounded into the holes to keep these things on us?”

“Those are rivets,” zilch answers.

“How do they get these things off us?” I ask.

“It isn’t easy, dude,” zilch replies. “I guess they’ll need to use a chisel to strip off one end of the rivet.”

I finger the destroyed end of the rivet that used to stick up through the hole tall and proud. Crap! I HATE wearing these chains!

Examining my leg shackles helps me ignore the stench coming from zero’s shit. Gross! But tomorrow morning, I’ll need to take my turn on the shitter. I HATE this camp!

As soon as zero’s done, I hobble over to the toilet, pull down my pants (there isn’t any fly!), fish out my caged dick through the fly in the boxers and take a nice, long, healthy piss.

Ahhhhhh! My piss hits the bowl. What a relief to empty my bladder.

After relieving myself, I return to my mat and zilch. I put the lid back on my bottle of water. If I can’t piss during the night, I don’t want to drink too much water.

Zilch and I are shooting the shit when Stache enters the pen holding the motivator. Oh crap! Am I gonna need to use the safe word? I will if I must. Fuck this shit!

“Rien, stand up! Zero, get your ass over here!” Stache orders.

I sigh and stand up. Zero slowly makes his way over, his chain jangling with every step. He looks as if he’s headed for the gallows. Hell, maybe he is.

If looks could kill, I’d be spread out on the floor, dead. I don’t think anyone has ever hated me more than zero at this moment.

“Zero, get over here and position yourself about two feet away from rien,” Stache orders.

Um… we gotta face each other as we’re getting paddled?

Zero is reluctant to get that close to me.

WHOMP! Stache brings the motivator down on zero’s ass.

“OW!” he yells, grabbing his butt.

“MOVE!” Stache orders.

Zero steps up. We avert our eyes. We don’t want to look at each other.

“You two had a spat earlier. We don’t give a shit about that. What we care about is that you didn’t obey. You didn’t follow orders. You were told to sit quietly. Is that what you did?” Stache asks.

“It wasn’t my fault, sir!” zero whines. “This jerk started playing footsy with me! I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I kicked him and told him to knock it off!”

Oh sure, blame it all on me! Judging by Stache’s expression, he’s not impressed with zero’s excuse.

WHOMP! Zero gets it with the motivator again.

“OW!” he yells. “Why did you hit me? You should be hitting that asshole!” Zero points at me.

WHOMP! Zero gets it again. You know, I’d be shutting up right about now if I were him.

“This piece of shit is your fellow sub! Neither one of you obeyed orders. You will both be punished!” Stache shouts in zero’s ear.

Geesh, dude! Chill out! Stache’s face looks like a tomato, he’s so angry. Maybe he should try aromatherapy.

“What’s YOUR excuse, rien?” Stache shouts.

“No excuse, sir,” I reply. “I failed to follow orders, sir. I deserve to be punished.” Just punish me, already! Let’s get this shit over with!

“You WILL be punished, rien! As will you, zero! You two need to learn to work together. You don’t need to be friends. But you need to be able to work together and obey orders together,” Stache commands.

“Yes, sir,” I reply.

“Yes, sir,” zero replies with some hesitation.

“So, we’re gonna ensure you spend some quality time together. You won’t have a choice!” Stache announces.

Oh great! So, we’re gonna be handcuffed together or some shit like that? I can still take a piss if I’m handcuffed to zero. I’ll drag his ass over to the toilet anytime I want!

There are heavy footsteps coming up behind me. It must be Burly.

“Okay you two, put your arms up in front of you, one in front of the other. It doesn’t matter which one is closest to your face,” Stache instructs.

Um… you want us to fight each other? Like… box?

“We’ve got an ingenious instrument to help recalcitrant subs work better together,” Stache assures us.

Um… instrument? We’re gonna learn to play the flute together?

“Apply the instrument to help these two subs learn to work together,” Stache says.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. There’s the sound of metal moving behind me.

Suddenly, there’s Burly alongside of me. He hefts a hunk of metal and sets it down on my shoulder. There are two half indentations for my wrists. Crap! My hands are gonna be stuck in this fucker! But the metal keeps going, all the way over to zero! There are indentations for his wrists too! Stache lifts the other end and rests it on zero’s shoulder.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. Fuck! They’re closing this thing on us! Burly’s swinging the other side around. It tightens around my neck and wrists as the two sides mate. Stache is closing the other side around zero’s neck and wrists. Zero’s panicking. Hell, I’M panicking! This is like a medieval torture device!

“We’ll just lock this, rien,” Burly says, pulling a padlock out of his pocket. Beyond my wrists, I see where two holes have come together. Burly slips the padlock through the two holes.

Click! I’m locked in! Fuck!

“This will ensure you two spend the night together,” Burly says, pulling another padlock out of his pocket and putting it through the two holes on zero’s side.

Click!

“Sleep well, subs!” Stache says, patting zero on the shoulder. Zero appears to be in shock. He’s staring at his trapped wrists.

“Sleep well!” says Burly, patting me on the shoulder.

Burly and Stache exit the pen.

GROOOOOOOOOOAN!

BAM!

The gate slam shut behind me. A latch is thrown.

CLICK! That must be a padlock.

The overhead lights go out.

“Good night, subs! Sleep well! We’re gonna work your asses off tomorrow!” Russ announces.

There are a couple dim lights in the barn. Zero and I can still see each other. We both try to extract our hands from this horrible device. Yeah, that’s not happening.

“Oh wow, you guys are so fucked!” zilch observes.

The other guys gather around us. They finger the metal and the padlocks.

“How are you guys gonna sleep in this thing?” zip asks.

“We gotta help them, guys,” nada suggests.

“How?” zip asks.

“We gotta help them lie down,” nada answers.

“This is all your fault!” zero spits out at me. He starts rocking back and forth, taking me with him. I attempt to stand my ground.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” he yells, almost crying. He tries to kick me, but his leg irons don’t allow that. He almost falls over!

“Calm down, man!” zilch says, grabbing his shoulders.

“Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?” zero shouts. “These Doms are gonna report back to my Dom that I’m a fuck-up! He might kick me out! And it’s ALL…” (attempted kick), “YOUR…” (attempted kick), “FAULT!” (One more attempted kick).

“Easy, dude! Easy!” zilch puts his arms around zero’s waist and hugs him from behind.

Zero starts full-on bawling, now.

I feel terrible. I don’t take this shit seriously, but zero, obviously, does. Tears well up in my own eyes.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry, man. I had no idea this was so important to you. I’m used to getting into trouble. I never would have flirted with you if I had known I’d get you into trouble, too. You’re totally right. This is all my fault,” I confess.

“Shhhhhh…” zilch whispers in zero’s ear.

Zip puts a hand on zero’s shoulder.

“Take deep breaths,” zilch advises.

Zero breathes in through his mouth and out through his nose. In and out, in and out. He appears to be calming down.

Then, zero starts slowly shaking his head.

“No. This isn’t all your fault. I overreacted. I shouldn’t have kicked you. I should have handled the situation better. Why did you flirt with me?” zero asks.

“Because you’re really cute, dude!” I answer.

“You… you… think I’m cute?”

“Yeah, I do!”

Zero tries to smile.

“Bet you don’t think I’m so cute after this fucking buzz cut.”

“You’re right. I don’t think you’re cute anymore. I think you’re hot as hell!”

Zero’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Really? Even with this dorky haircut?”

“Because of the haircut, dude. You look tough… hard. That makes me hard. If your Dom kicks you out because of our little tussle, he’s a complete idiot! Any Dom would be lucky to have a sub like you.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Zero smiles at me.

“Okay, it’s good you guys aren’t fighting anymore cuz you’re gonna need to work together.”

“We’ll work together,” I assure him. “But we’ll still need help from you guys.”

“We’ll help you out,” nada declares.

“Are you ready to lie down and try to get some sleep?” I ask zero.

“Yeah. We’re going to be worked like slaves tomorrow, so we need to get as much rest as we can,” zero agrees.

“Are you okay sleeping on your left side?” zilch asks zero.

“Yeah, that’s okay.”

“Okay, I’m going to support you from behind. Nada, why don’t you support rien from behind,” zilch suggests.

“Why don’t we call each other by our real names instead of the names the Doms gave us?” zip asks.

“Because they forbid us from using our real names for the weekend. We’ll get in trouble. If we all get restrained like rien and zero, we’re fucked. It’s good that we don’t know each other’s real names. This way, we can’t fuck up,” zilch reasons.

“So, we use our sub names exclusively?” zip asks.

“Yeah. If we get a chance to tell each other our real names at the end of the weekend, we’ll do that,” zilch declares.

“How are we gonna lie down?” zero asks.

“It won’t be easy,” zilch says. “First, put one foot in front of the other as far as your irons allow.”

Zero and I do that.

“Now, lean into each other for support as you squat. Nada and I will keep you from falling over,” zilch says.

It’s difficult, but zero and I manage to squat. From that position, it’s easy to kneel. Then, nada and zilch help us lie down on the mats.

“Thanks, you guys,” I say.

“Yeah, thanks,” zero echoes.

“No problem. Hey! We subs need to stick together!” zilch declares.

“Do you want some company, zero?” zilch asks, lying down behind him and placing his arm around zero’s waist.

“Yeah, that feels nice,” zero agrees.

“How about you?” nada asks. I feel his body against mine. His arm encircles my waist.

“Yeah, that’s great,” I say.

“Hey! What about me?” zip asks.

“Join the train,” zilch offers.

Rustling tells me that zip has cuddled up behind nada.

“Wake us up if you need anything guys,” zilch says.

It’s a pain in the ass trying to sleep in this torture device. But the warmth from nada’s body spooning me is comforting. I’m relieved zero doesn’t hate me anymore. Maybe we can fool around tomorrow night when we’re not locked in this fucking device. Hell, maybe we can have an all-out orgy. That’d be cool.

I wish I had a pillow. I guess that’s a luxury they don’t give subs. Still, I’m happy I’m not a Dom. I wouldn’t want to have to think up stuff for us to do tomorrow. Our job’s easy. We just need to do what we’re told.

I should be freaking out that I don’t have the use of my hands. But I know my fellow subs will be my hands if I need them to. I don’t think zero or I will need to pee; that would be a disaster.

I sigh and try to relax. I take deep breaths. I guess I manage to fall asleep.

* * * * *

I’m awakened by my neck and wrists getting jostled. What the fuck? My heart’s pounding. Zero seems to be having a nightmare. Crap!

“Shhhhhhhhh… It’s okay. You’re just having a dream,” zilch whispers in zero’s ear. He strokes zero’s shoulder. Zero settles down.

It sucks being attached to another guy like this. I guess this is why they call it a punishment.

Nada strokes my shoulder.

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep,” he whispers in my ear.

Easier said than done. I take deep breaths. In and out, in and out…

End of part 2

Next, Chase (rien) is put to work!

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