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.

It’s the second night of the sub training camp and the subs are about to get naughty!

We all ditch our shirts to use as pillows. Zip helps us remove our pants and boxers again.

“Where’s my sub?” nada asks.

“Right here, boss!” I speak up.

“Good. Stay right there,” he directs.

He stands behind my head.

“Lift up your head so my chain goes under your neck,” he instructs.

“Yes, boss!” I lift my head and he steps forward. His leg chain passes under my neck. Then, he begins to squat. His big, brown, muscular buttocks with lots of black hair on them begin to head for my face.

I stare at the beautiful sight as long as I can before closing my eyes to have his two hunky globes rest on my face. I breathe in his musky scent as I bury my nose in his crack.

“Where’s your tongue, sub? I want to feel that tongue!” nada says.

I stick out my tongue and wiggle it all around his crack. He feels it and reacts by moving his hole over it. I feel his smooth ass lips.

“Get up in there, sub!” he orders.

I plunge my tongue in his hole. I move it back and forth, up and down, around and around.

“That’s it, sub! Work that hole!”

Who knew being a sub to a sub could be so fun? This is awesome! My cock struggles to become erect against the bars of its cage.

I don’t know what the other subs are doing, I just concentrate on eating nada’s hole.

“Sweet! You’re great at licking hole, rien!”

I don’t know how long my tongue is up his hole, but my tongue is getting tired.

All at once, nada stands up, pulls his chain from under my neck, turns around, slides his chain back underneath my head, and squats down so his beautiful, hairless sack drops in my face.

“Get busy, sub!” he orders.

First, I allow his balls to smother me. Then, I eagerly lick them. Using my tongue to lift each one, then massaging the underside. His balls are trapped between the ring and cage portion of his chastity cage. I wish I could suck his cock! It’s trying to escape its cage. That’s gotta be uncomfortable.

“Suck!” he orders.

I draw his left nut in. I press it up against the roof of my mouth and gently massage it with my tongue. I love having a guy’s nut in my mouth. I’m sucking on his maleness. I’m sucking on his cum factory. I give his right nut the same treatment.

“Hey, when do I get to sit on his face?” zip asks.

“Okay, you can have a go,” nada replies.

Nada gets up and extracts his chain from under my head.

Next! Ha! Ha!

Zip’s white ass is standing over me. As soon as he gets his chain under my neck, he begins to squat. Hell yeah! Another muscular furry butt is being lowered onto my face. He uses his hands to part his cheeks on the way down. His sweet rosebud heads for my mouth.

He rubs his ass lips over my nose and mouth. His musky scent is added to nada’s on my face.

“Give me some tongue action, sub!” zip orders.

I lick up and down his lips, getting them nice and wet. Then, I dive between them.

“That’s the way, sub… that’s the way,” zip says.

I stretch and stretch to explore his tunnel. My tongue wiggles all around inside him.

“Oh yeah!” zip approves.

Up, down, up, down, side to side, and all around.

“Eat that ass!”

Clockwise, counterclockwise, diagonally.

“Good job, sub!”

Zip removes himself from my face. He turns around and plops his balls in my face.

“Do my balls too, sub!” he orders.

His balls are trapped in chastity too. I do my best to make them feel better.

We’re all hot and horny after messing around. While I was taking care of nada and zip, zero was worshipping zilch’s ass and balls. He has a stupid grin on his face.

“Hey, do you think you could give me a prostate massage?” nada asks me. “Maybe I could have a caged orgasm.”

“I can sure try,” I answer.

Nada gets on all fours. The other subs gather around to watch.

I lick his hole, ensuring it’s nice and wet. I lick my index finger, put it at his backdoor, and begin pushing.

“That’s it, that’s it. Fuck my hole!” nada commands.

I slip my finger inside, find his walnut, and start to gently massage it.

“That feels awesome, dude!” nada approves.

I massage his prostate with a circular motion.

“Oh yeah! That’s it! A little more pressure…”

Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.

“I think it’s working! I feel like I gotta pee!”

“Hey, wait a minute!” zero interrupts. “I wanna catch his cum.”

Zero positions himself under nada and wraps his lips around nada’s cage.

Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.

“Ohhhh… Ahhhh…”

I guess my massage is working.

“Keep going, keep going…”

Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub. Rub.

“Ahhhh… okay, I think that’s it. Did you get some, zero?” nada asks.

“I did! And it was yummy! Very sweet and syrupy,” zero replies, licking his lips.

“Good. It sure felt nice. Not as good as a full orgasm of course, but still pleasurable,” nada says.

“I’m next!” zip says.

“Okay, I’m open for business,” I answer.

I repeat the same procedure for zip, with zero catching his cum.

“What about you zilch?” I ask.

“Nah, I’m good. That’ll just make me more frustrated,” he says.

We all nod with understanding.

“Um… guys? I need to poop again. I’m sorry,” zero says.

We all groan and head to the far end of the pen.

After zero’s done, I notice him really cleaning his hole.

“Guys? I think we’d better get some sleep,” zilch suggests.

We all agree with reluctance. It’s fun playing around, but we have one more full day of work ahead of us.

I lie down on my mat. Zero cuddles up to me. He’s SO CUTE! I run my fingers over his scalp.

“Anything I can do for you?” he whispers.

I just smirk at him.

“Do you want me to rim you?” he asks.

“That would be nice,” I reply.

I turn onto my side. I put a foot on my other leg, drawing it up as much as my irons will allow. This opens a nice gap for zero to slip his head in. He turns around and sticks his head between my open legs. I pull my cheek up so he can get his nose in there.

Zero breathes in my crack. The soft wetness of his tongue runs over my lips. He blows on my hole.

“Oh…” I softly exhale.

It tickles as his tongue worms its way inside. It dances and twirls within me. It’s amazing!

Zero’s trapped ball sack is inches from my face. I nuzzle it, taking in his faint muskiness. His hairless sack is like velvet as I lap away at it.

I draw one of his nuts into my mouth and gently suck on it, massaging it with my tongue. I do the same to his other one.

When zero’s tongue gets tired, he laps away at my caged piss slit to slurp up any precum. His tongue wiggles its way between the bars to find its prize.

We drift off to sleep with our noses buried in each other’s sack.

* * * * *

I wake to zero sleeping on my chest. I’m on my back. I stroke his back with my hand. We synchronize our breathing and fall back asleep.

* * * * *

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!

You know, I’m really beginning to hate the dude who invented the air horn.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!

“Rise and shine, subs!” Russ calls. “Get back into your uniforms. I expect you properly dressed for breakfast!”

There’s groaning in our pen.

Zero wakes up in a puddle of his drool on my chest. Eww! He raises his head and swipes if off with his hand.

“Guess we gotta get up, bro,” I say, stroking his head.

“Oh… Every muscle in my body hurts,” he confesses.

“Me too, bro… me too,” I commiserate. “But we head home tonight. We can make it through one more day.”

“I hope so,” zero says.

We drag ourselves back into our uniforms. We each take our morning piss in turn. We head to the stanchion, remove our hats, drop down on all fours, and stick our heads between the slots.

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!

Russ pulls the lever to lock us in.

“We have a treat for you this morning, subs!” Russ announces. “It’s a breakfast scramble! Scrambled eggs, potatoes, onions, and peppers.”

We’re all starving, and we’re all relieved we aren’t having that horrible oatmeal again.

The aroma from the onions fills the barn. As soon as my dog bowl is put in front of me, I dive in. It’s SO GOOD! I can’t believe how silly I was yesterday. It’s kinda fun eating out of a dog bowl with my fellow subs.

After we finish gobbling down our food and are let out of the stanchion, we immediately wash our faces, brush our teeth and run the shaver over our stubble. We allow zip some privacy to take his dump. I wish my bowels would let me shit in the nice jail toilet instead of that horrible box outdoors. Unfortunately, they don’t cooperate. They’re gonna hafta wait until the lunch break, though. My butt’s all shades of blue, purple, and black from that awful motivator.

“Time to get to work, subs!” Russ yells. “Get out of your pen, put on your boots, and line up!”

We file out of the pen and pull on our boots. We form a line, same as yesterday.

Russ, Stache, and Burly are facing us.

“Slather on the sunscreen, subs,” Stache tells us.

I cover my neck, ears, and face with it.

“Grab a wheelbarrow and follow me, subs,” Russ directs.

Are we gonna need to move our fucking piles of mud back to where they were? Please, anything but that! I hate this camp! I gotta make sure Sir never, ever talks me into anything like this again.

I pick a wheelbarrow, put on the work gloves over my blistered hands, grab the handles, and fall into line following Russ. Sure enough, we’re headed right for those fucking mud piles again. Crap!

But just before we get to them, we veer to the right! Hurray! Maybe we won’t be moving them after all. We’re heading for an area behind the mud piles where there are… um… what the hell? Oh God, NO! There are piles of gravel! Just like the mud piles, there are numbers sticking out of the piles. Why didn’t I notice these yesterday? I guess I was concentrating on moving my mud pile.

Why can’t we just move the mud piles back to where they were?

“Listen up, subs! These here piles of gravel need to be moved to the areas you cleared of mud yesterday. Do you remember your numbers from yesterday, subs?” Russ asks.

“Yes, sir,” we all moan.

“Then, GET TO WORK!” Russ screams.

All our muscles are screaming from yesterday’s labors. Now, we gotta do it all over again. But this time, it’s gravel! Crap! This is so much worse!

I push my wheelbarrow over to the heap of gravel with the number ‘5’ sticking out of it. Perhaps my mind’s playing tricks on me, but I don’t think this mound of gravel is as large as the pile of mud I moved yesterday. Maybe my mind doesn’t want me to give up.

Ow! My triceps, biceps, and shoulders complain as I lift my shovel and thrust it into the pile.

Crunch!

I know enough to not fill the shovel completely. I get it maybe half full.

Oof! It still hurts to lift it.

Swoosh!

I dump it into the wheelbarrow.

Crunch!

Swoosh!

This sucks! How many times am I gonna need to do that motion today?

Crunch!

Swoosh!

Then… someone’s singing! What the hell? It’s zip!

“They say that in our sub-camp, the van ride’s mighty great

You’ll be roasted alive and served up on a plate”

Chorus:

Oh no, I wanna go

But these chains won’t let me go

Oh no, I wanna go home”

Ha! Ha! That’s pretty funny.

Crunch!

Swoosh!

I hear it again…

“They say that in our sub-camp, our uniforms are hard

They’ll rub the skin right off you, they’re sure to leave you scarred”

Then he sings the chorus again.

Crunch!

Swoosh!

“They say that in our sub-camp, they cut hair mighty fine

I’ll let you know the outcome, just as soon as I find mine”

Ha! Ha! We all try to join in on the chorus.

Crunch!

Swoosh!

“They say that in our sub-camp, our showers are mighty good

They’ll freeze your nads right off you, they’ll eliminate your wood”

We all sing the chorus. Our Doms don’t seem to mind. They like the verses too.

Crunch!

Swoosh!

“They say that in our sub-camp, the stanchion’s mighty ace

Those two slats hold our heads still, ‘til there’s oatmeal on our face”

The guys point and laugh at me as we sing the chorus. I flip them off.

Crunch!

Swoosh!

“They say that in our sub-camp, the labor’s mighty fine

We work and sweat our balls off, they’ll never let us resign”

After we sing the chorus, I notice that my wheelbarrow’s kinda full.

I grab the handles and lift it.

Fuck! It’s heavy!

Clink! Clank! Jangle! Clink!

I steer it past the mud pile I created yesterday and on to the empty area where the number ‘5’ rests on top of a pole. I dump my load. There’s a silver lining to moving gravel instead of mud. The gravel easily exits the wheelbarrow… it doesn’t get stuck.

The small amount of gravel huddles around the pole. I realize some sorry sub after me will need to move it again. Oh well, I can’t worry about that. I have a mound of gravel to move.

I don’t count the loads. It doesn’t matter. I need to keep going until the gravel’s all been moved. I hope I can finish early so I can help zero.

Back and forth, back and forth I go. Finally, we get a water break. The icy cold water is heavenly as it travels into my gut. The coolness radiates through my whole body.

Just like yesterday, we all get an energy bar at our second water break. I savor it. It tastes SO GOOD! There’s a tang of apricot, and a sweetness from raisins and dates. Yummy!

At our third water break, there’s a surprise! We can remove our shirts! Hell yeah! We toss them in a laundry bag. Then, we get to splat sunscreen on each other. Zero and I eagerly assume our roles as subs to subs and massage the sunscreen into the backs of zilch, nada, and zip.

As our break ends, I trail behind zero as he hobbles toward his gravel mound. I’d like him to be MY sub! His ass is calling to me even through those ugly, baggy sub pants. I get an idea…

I’ll strive to get my pile cleared first, so I can help zero. Perhaps we can whisper to each other as we shovel.

Crunch!

Swoosh!

Crunch!

Swoosh!

Crunch!

Swoosh!

Now that I have a goal, I begin speeding up. Zip’s songs also help. My mound of gravel continues to shrink.

At the fourth break, I notice that zilch and I are neck and neck while eating my energy bar. Nada’s behind me! Yeah, poor zero’s in last place. I’ll take care of that! I’m covered in sweat. I smell terrible! But I don’t care. I’m gonna help zero.

I practically run back to my gravel pile after break. I gotta beat zilch. I tear into the last of the gravel. The Doms don’t come anywhere near me. They don’t want to waste their time. They know I can’t work any harder. My pants are dripping with sweat around my waist and down my crack. I gotta make this pile disappear.

By the fifth break, I believe I only have two loads left to make. Zilch has… maybe four? It’s hard to tell. If he notices, he doesn’t seem to care. Nada has maybe eight loads left.

“Dude! What’s your deal? Slow down! You are one sweaty mess!” nada warns me.

“I just wanna get done,” I tell him.

“But they’re not gonna let you rest! You’ll just have to help zero!”

“I know,” I say with a smile.

“Oh. Okay. I understand,” nada returns my smile.

Zero approaches me with his big, blue eyes.

“Are you gonna help me, rien?” He bats his eyelashes seductively.

“I AM, zero!”

“Wow! You’re really sweaty!”

“Do I stink good, zero?”

“Ha! Ha! Yeah, I guess…” He smiles.

“You can smell my pit stink if you want, zero.” I raise my arms.

Zero wrinkles his nose at me.

“Oh, come on! Maybe I’ll go help zip instead.”

He brings his nose closer to my putrid right pit.

“Go on, zero. Get your nose in there!”

He carefully takes a few whiffs.

“Ack!”

“I want your face to smell like me, zero.”

He gives me a pouty face.

“Go on!”

He rubs his nose in my soggy pit hair. He almost gags.

“That’s good enough. I’ll help you just as soon as I’m finished,” I promise.

“Thank you, rien. I really appreciate it.”

I follow his perky little butt after break. I make short work of my last two loads. Then, I proudly steer my wheelbarrow down to pile number one… zero’s.

The Doms have disappeared. I guess they figure we’re almost done. I don’t know how many loads zero has left. Maybe ten? I start digging right next to him.

“I wish I wasn’t wearing this cage,” I whisper.

“What would you do?”

“I’d bend you over this wheelbarrow, pull down your pants and boxers, and plow your ass right here and now!”

“You’d get us both in trouble!”

“I would, but it’d be worth it. We’d both go home with motivator bruises and blisters, but I’d have shot my load and you’d have my cum deep in your gut.”

We both keep shoveling as we whisper to each other.

“I bet your cock would feel great up my butt.”

“It would, zero. It would slither up there and make itself right at home.”

“Is your cock nice and thick, rien?”

“It’d feel like a beer can’s been rammed inside you, zero.” I can exaggerate a bit.

“Oh, my!”

“It would be nice and hard, too. All that blood would pour into my cock. It’d make a nice, solid ride for you.”

“I could bounce up and down on it.”

“You could, zero.”

I always let zero go ahead of me on our way to unload. His back glistens in the sun. Oh, how I’d love to fuck that ass!

Nada winds up helping zip. Soon, we’re done and it’s time for lunch. We clean the shovels and wheelbarrows and return them to the barn. Lunch consists of the same crappy sandwiches again.

Zero and I eat our lunch together. We have fun feeding each other our potato chips. I put one of zero’s chips between my lips. Then, he snatches it from me with his mouth. After we eat our chips, we enjoy a salty kiss.

“Whoa! Well, at least two guys are enjoying sub camp,” zilch teases.

We both flip him off.

“Do you want my cookie, rien?”

“Nah, you need to eat your cookie, zero.”

“You’re a really nice Dom, rien.”

“I can’t be mean to someone as cute as you, zero.”

“You made me stick my nose in your stinky pit!” zero reminds me.

“You enjoyed it!”

“I did?”

“You did!” I say with finality.

“Okay…”

Unfortunately, I need to tear myself away from zero to tend to my fucking bowels. I march toward the box as if I’m going to war. I untie the rope around my waist. I pull down my pants and boxers, and plop my butt down over the hole.

Ow! I’m losing the war. I’m reminded of my poor bruised backside. Damn that motivator! At least no one’s paying any attention to me sitting here on the shitter.

I catch movement in the corner of my right eye. What’s that?

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” I scream, jumping off the box. A big, hairy spider is sitting on the box staring at me.

Oh, HELL NO! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! I dive into the TP box and grab a roll. I wrap some around my hand and start trying to kill it.

“What in hell are you doing, rien?”

It’s Russ’s voice. I turn to find Russ, Stache, Burly, and my fellow subs all staring at me.

I’m standing here with my pants around my ankles. Blood rushes to my cheeks. Well, this is embarrassing.

“Um… I was trying to kill a spider, sir,” I inform them.

“We thought someone was trying to murder you, rien!” Stache says.

“Nope! Just a spider. I scared him off,” I say.

“I dare say! Hell, that scream would scare off a bear!” Burly says.

“Nothing to see here! You can all go back to your lunch!” I say, slowly lowering my ass onto the box. Go away! Go away! Go away! I want to take my shit in peace!

They all shake their heads and head back to the barn. I look around frantically for that fucking spider. Where did he go? I keep the toilet paper wrapped around my hand. I’m ready to pounce the instant he reappears!

I do my business and clean myself as quickly as possible. Tomorrow, I will sit on a beautiful porcelain toilet and take my shit in peace. No spiders at Sir’s house!

As I return to the barn, Nada heads for the shitter.

“Watch out for the spider!” I warn him.

“Rien, after that scream, that spider’s halfway to Nevada by now,” nada assures me, shaking his head. “Hell, I’d be too if my feet weren’t chained together.”

All the guys laugh.

Ha! Ha! Very funny! Don’t come crying to me when that monster digs his fangs into your ass!

After nada returns from pooping, Russ brings out the backpacks and dumps them on the ground. We already moved and sorted all those fucking rocks!

“Follow me, subs,” Russ says. We all stumble along after him.

He takes us past the spot where the 1,000 rocks had been. We walk down the road until we come to our nicely sorted piles.

“We need to get setup for the next group of subs. All these rocks need to go back where they came from. It doesn’t matter what colors you take back. Just take ‘em back and throw ‘em in a pile. Mix ‘em up! Do you understand, subs?” Russ asks.

We groan, and say, “yes, sir.”

“Get to work! Hurry up! We gotta get you back to your Doms!”

We all start piling rocks into our backpacks. Theoretically, this shouldn’t take as long as yesterday. We’re not sorting them… we’re Unsorting them! It’s still a lot of trips back and forth, though. The blisters on my feet are gonna have blisters!

I don’t count the number of trips we make with our leg irons clinking away. We all grab some water every few trips.

I feel sorry for the subs who’ll need to sort all these rocks and haul them back. It won’t be us, though. We’re going home! Yes!

It’s late in the afternoon when we finish. We’re all exhausted. We’re sweaty and smelly.

“Listen up, subs! It’s time to go back to the barn. Drop your backpacks in a pile, and line up at the anvil. It’s time to remove your irons,” Russ says.

“YAY!” we scream. We finally get these fucking chains off our legs!

“Alright, alright, get moving,” Russ says, shaking his head.

We trudge into the barn, drop our backpacks in a pile, drop our work gloves in a wheelbarrow, and make a beeline for the anvil. Zero and I let the other subs go first. We want these irons off, but what’s a few more minutes?

Zilch is the first to have his irons removed. Burly positions zilch’s leg in a vise, then uses a hammer and chisel to hack off the rivet head.

Clank! They crash to the floor.

Nada and zip have their irons removed. Then, it’s my turn.

“Have a seat and give me your right foot,” Burly directs.

I comply. He puts my ironed ankle into the vise. Then, he places the chisel next to the rivet head, takes a hammer, and starts attacking the rivet head. You go, dude!

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The rivet head flies off.

He positions the chisel upright over the rivet in the holes.

Tap!

The rivet falls out the bottom. Burly opens the vise, and the cuff. I extract my leg. Yes! It’s free!

He follows the same procedure on my left leg.

Clank! The cuff falls off my left leg.

I stand up and start taking long strides. My feet feel lighter.

We’re all happy to have our leg irons off.

“Strip out of your uniforms and hit the showers, subs!” Russ orders.

I sit down and take off my boots. Phew! They sure stink! I gotta wear them home, too. I’m happy to rid myself of the stinking socks. I stand up and strip off my pants. It’s a whole lot easier to remove them without the leg irons. Yeah, they can have these stiff boxers back too. I’m delighted to toss my hat in the laundry bag. Then, I remember… I’m bald! Crap!

I join my fellow naked subs in a circle around the shower head and try to prepare myself for the blast of cold water.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

And we’re getting wet. I get soaked and step out before it turns icy cold. The guys are passing the soap between them. Zero and I get it last.

“Hurry up, subs! We don’t have all day!” Russ warns.

I rush to soap up my pits and ass. I know I’ll get stinky again in the van, but at least I can start out sorta clean. I’m looking forward to Sir scrubbing me in our shower tonight. Also, our shower won’t be freezing cold!

I run in and out of the shower until most of the soap’s off me.

The shower’s turned off and the dinky towel is passed around. We snap each other with the towel and play a game of grab ass.

“Alright! Alright! Knock it off! We washed your street clothes and put them next to your boots. Go ahead and get dressed,” Russ instructs.

We eagerly put on our street clothes. I love my soft cotton boxers. I’m glad they washed our clothes. They didn’t smell too good after the van ride. I don’t want to put on my smelly boots, but I don’t have a choice.

After we get dressed, we’re told to line up again. What for?

Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink.

Uh-oh, Burly and Stache are headed toward us and they’re carrying chains. Crap!

“We’ll be applying your transport leg irons, subs. You’ll wear these until we rendezvous with your Doms,” Russ says.

I raise my hand.

“Yes, rien?” Russ says with a sigh.

“Um… excuse me, sir. But why do we need to wear leg irons? We’re going home. No one’s gonna try to escape,” I assure him.

“We know that, rien. The truth is you’ll be wearing leg irons because we enjoy watching you subs hobble and stumble around in them. It makes us laugh. It makes us hard. It’ll make your Doms hard when they see you exit the van wearing chains. Does that answer your question, rien?” Russ asks.

“Um… yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Crap!

Burly heads for me first.

Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!

He’s enjoying this!

Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!

“There you go, sub! You’re all set!” he says happily.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

I look down and see my feet securely chained together.

Burly and Stache quickly secure the other guys.

“I have good news for you, subs!” Russ says. “You won’t be eating in the stanchion tonight!”

“Yay!” we cheer.

“We’re gonna cook up some burgers,” Russ announces proudly.

“Yay!” we cheer again.

We help carry stuff from the house to the barn. We’re not allowed in the house, of course.

The burgers smell wonderful as they’re grilling. They’re making me hungry.

When the burgers are done, we have quite the feast. I add cheese, onion, lettuce, and tomato to mine. We also have potato chips and potato salad. It’s delicious! We can have as many burgers as we want. I help myself to two.

When we’re done, we help clean up. We thank the Doms for a great BBQ.

“Last chance to use the shitter, subs! You can use the one in the pen if you want,” Russ tells us. “You may also want to brush your teeth before reuniting with your Doms. Don’t forget to take your toothbrush home!”

Zero sheepishly heads to the pen.

Zilch, zip and I head for the weeds for a piss.

We all head back to the pen to take turns brushing our teeth. Then, I sit around with my fellow subs and shoot the shit until it’s time to go.

“Listen up, subs! Line up for your transport restraints!” Russ orders.

We groan and form a line.

Burly comes up behind me and fastens that horrible belt around my waist. He slips the cuffs through the metal loop in the belt and swiftly cuffs my hands in front of me. Crap.

One by one, we’re herded into the van and attached to the floor. Soon, we’re pulling out of the camp and heading for the highway.

No one told us we couldn’t talk on the way back, so we start yakking about the weekend. We all agree that our muscles are gonna need a couple days to recover.

“It’s too bad we’re in chastity, guys. If it weren’t for this fucking cage, I think I could jack off,” zero informs us.

“Yeah! We could have a circle jerk!” zilch says.

We all laugh and think how great it would be to unload our balls in the van.

As the van heats up, we all get sleepy. My seatbelt keeps me upright, but I nod off.

* * * * *

“Wake up, rien! We’re back!” nada tells me.

My companions and I have been roasting during the trip. Our stench is very strong. My dick likes it, though.

The van makes some turns and pulls to a stop. Burly and Stache extract us.

“As soon as your chains are removed, you are to stand at attention until you’re dismissed,” Russ instructs us. “Is that clear, subs?”

“Yes, sir!” we all yell.

I see Sir waiting by his truck. All I want to do is run into his arms.

Burly and Stache work their way down the line removing our chains. It’s great to have full use of my arms and legs again. I’m going to run to Sir once we’re dismissed. None of us feels like messing around. As soon as our chains are off, we stand at attention.

Burly and Stache make their way down the line using wire cutters to cut and remove our chain necklaces with our sub nametags. I guess I get to be ‘Chase’ again.

“Congratulations, subs! You have all successfully graduated from our weekend sub training camp! You are all now eligible to enroll in our weeklong sub training camp!” Russ assures us.

There is a collective groan from us subs.

Yeah, right. Give me a break. There’s no way I can do that shit for a week.

“You are dismissed!” Russ announces.

I break into a run toward Sir. He opens his arms, and I wrap my arms around him. It’s wonderful to hug his strong, muscular body again. He smells good.

“Welcome back, boy! I’m so proud of you my chest is about to burst! You did it, boy! You survived the weekend sub training camp! Good for you, boy! Well done!”

“Thank you, Sir. It was a good experience, Sir. My muscles are really sore and tired, though.”

“I knew they would be, boy. Phew! I guess it was hot riding back in the van. You worked up quite a sweat, boy!”

“I’m sorry I stink, Sir. They let us take a shower before heading back, but the van was very hot.”

“That’s okay, boy. We’ll get you home and in the shower. I’ll give you a nice massage. I also plan to massage your hole with my cock.”

“That would be great, Sir!”

“How’s your little boy nub doing, boy? I bet your little boy nuts have been working overtime producing lots of boy juice.”

“They have, Sir. It would be great if they could shoot their load, Sir.”

“We’ll make sure they do, boy.”

“Really, Sir? That would be great, Sir!” I can’t believe it! Sir’s gonna remove my cage and let me empty my balls!

I turn to say goodbye to my fellow subs, but they’re already hopping in vehicles with their Doms. I don’t even know their real names! I guess it doesn’t matter, though.

“Let me take a look at you, boy!” Sir says, grabbing me by my shoulders and holding me at arm’s length. “I like the haircut, boy! It makes you look like a serious, rough and tumble boy!”

“Thank you, Sir.” I’m glad someone likes the haircut. Guess I’m gonna need to wear a hat for a while.

We hop in the truck and head home. I tell Sir all about my experience at camp. Well… I leave out the part about me being paddled over the horrible shit pit because I took too long wiping my ass. I also don’t tell him about fooling around with my fellow subs. What happens at sub camp, stays in sub camp.

As soon as we get home and in the door, Sir starts removing my clothes. He removes my work boots first.

“Phew! I guess the Doms at sub camp really worked your balls off, boy! You were doing some serious sweating in your boots!” Sir tells me.

“Yes, Sir,” I say. My cheeks are heating up.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, boy. You were at the camp to work hard, and you did. Good boy!”

I smile back at Sir. Even though I’m not a ‘boy’, I love to hear him say, ‘Good boy’.

“We’ll just set these aside so they can air out, boy.” He opens the garage door and sets them in the garage.

He needs to peel off my sweaty socks. Eww! Yeah, those need to go straight into the laundry.

Next, he lifts my t-shirt over my head. He sniffs at my pits.

“Ha! Ha! Your pits were working overtime during the van ride back, weren’t they boy.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say sheepishly.

“We’ll get rid of these shorts next, boy,” he says, undoing my belt, unbuttoning, and unzipping my shorts and pulling them down so they’re around my ankles.

I step out of them.

“And finally, we get to your boxers,” he says, pulling them down.

My cock is all smushed up behind the bars of its cage. I step out of the boxers.

“Turn around, boy! Let’s see your boy butt!”

Suddenly, I remember my paddled behind. Crap! Sir’s gonna know I got punished. How embarrassing!

“Um…”

“Go ahead, boy! Turn around!”

With great reluctance, I turn around. I grit my teeth in anticipation of the teasing.

“Wow! Somebody got ‘motivated’!”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir,” I say, hanging my head.

“That’s okay, boy. You went to camp to learn some discipline, and it appears you got disciplined.”

“I did, Sir.”

Sir strips off his clothes and we get in the shower together. Hey! The water isn’t freezing cold! We adjust the temperature to where it’s slightly cool.

We lather each other up. Sir attacks my smelly pits with a soapy bath brush. He also pays particular attention to my hole. I guess he wants to ensure it’s in fuckable condition.

“Um… are you going to remove my cage, Sir?”

“Not just yet, boy. I love hearing your caged nub and nuts slam into your tummy while I’m fucking you.”

“Oh. Okay, Sir.” Crap! I want this cage off my dick!

After we rinse and towel ourselves dry, Sir has me lie down on the bed for a massage. Sir’s big, masculine hands knead my sore muscles.

After massaging me, he puts a pillow under me to raise up my ass. He gives me a great rim job. After he fucks me with his fingers to loosen me up, he asks…

“Ready, boy?”

“Ready, Sir!” Stick your beautiful cock up my hole, Sir!

I feel pressure at my backdoor.

Pop! My hole lets his head enter. I concentrate on pushing out to allow him easy entrance.

“You okay, boy?”

“I am, Sir!”

He enters me, slow and steady.

“Ooh…” I moan.

“You like my cock inside you, boy?”

“I do, Sir!”

“Ready for a hard fucking, boy?”

“I am, Sir!” Fuck me, Sir! Fuck me hard!

His cock almost leaves my tunnel as he backs out. Then, he thrusts back into me.

Slap! His balls slap against my ass. My cage slams into my belly. He pulls back out… and…

Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Pound me, Sir. Pound me hard!”

“I’ll do just that, boy!”

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Sir’s cock is like a battering ram, breaking down my defenses. He is a powerful, masculine man.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

He has the key to my cock cage. He keeps it on his keyring. The key to my dick is next to his house key and truck key. My dick is his property.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Just thinking about him owning my manhood is hot. He’s such a stud, he owns another man’s cock!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Ouch! My cock is trying to escape. I look down to see it uselessly rocking back and forth beneath me, while Sir’s own cock is free to fuck anything it wants, including my ass!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

It’s right for Sir to own my cock. I’m happy my hole can provide Sir with so much pleasure.

“Shoot your load in me, Sir!”

“I’m almost there, boy!”

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Oh, oh! I feel my balls tensing up. I don’t want to cum yet! It’ll be a caged orgasm! That hurts! It isn’t the same as a free orgasm! But Sir’s cock keeps massaging my prostate!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

No, no, no, no, no! Can’t let it happen! Concentrate, Chase! Don’t think about Sir’s engorged cock sliding over your sweet spot, while your own cock uselessly flops back and forth in its cage.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Ahh…!” I yell in defeat.

SPURT!

SPURT!

SPURT!

SPURT!

SPURT!

Ow! My cum goes all over the place. It’s in my face, on my chest and belly, on the leather pillow beneath me…

“OH!” Sir roars.

His cock expands inside me, and his balls surrender their contents deep in my gut.

“Did you cum, boy?”

“I did, Sir,” I moan. “I couldn’t help it!”

“That’s okay, boy. Your hole tightened around me and pushed me over the edge. That was amazing, boy! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, Sir. I made a mess though, Sir.”

“That’s okay, boy. You can clean it up. I just want to slip out of you naturally, boy.”

Sir rests his torso on my back. He kisses and nibbles my neck and ears.

“Ha! Ha! You’re tickling me, Sir!”

His cock deflates inside me and slips out.

“I better plug you so my seed stays inside, boy.”

“Good idea, Sir.”

Sir climbs off me, retrieves a butt plug, and carefully pops it in my hole.

“There you go, boy! Your body can absorb my cum now.”

“Thank you, Sir!”

“You’re welcome, boy! My, my… look at the slimy, sticky, gooey mess you made, boy. You best get to work cleaning that up.”

“Yes, Sir.” I sigh and begin lapping up my cum. Eww! I use my finger to scrape it off my chest, belly, and face. Then, I lick my finger.

“Good boy!”

I retrieve a wet washcloth from the bathroom and finish cleaning my cum off the leather pillow, sheet and myself.

Sir and I lie down next to each other.

“That was fantastic, boy! Your hole really gripped me as you came. I’m surprised your nub can release its boy juice while it’s locked in its cage.”

“Your cock inside me was SO HOT, Sir! I couldn’t help it!”

“Well, good night, boy.” Sir messes up my hair with his hand and turns out the light.

“Um… Sir?”

“Yes, boy?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Sir?”

“Did I forget to lock the front door, boy?”

“Um… no, Sir. Weren’t you going to unlock me, Sir?”

“But… you came, boy.”

“Yes, but it was a caged orgasm, Sir. It hurt more than it felt good, Sir.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that, boy. If only you could have controlled that silly nub of yours.”

“But… you said you’d unlock me, Sir!”

“I said no such thing, boy! I said we’d make sure your little boy nuts got to shoot their load of boy juice! And… they did!”

“Um… they could do it again, Sir.”

“Nonsense, boy. We can’t have you playing with your nub all the time. You’ll make it sore! I’ll be sure it stays nice and safe in its cage, boy.”

I whimper. I reach down and grasp my poor caged dick and balls. I try to jerk it.

“Leave that thing alone, boy! It’s had enough excitement for one night.”

“Yes, sir.” I sigh. I turn over and rest on my side.

Sir comes up behind me and spoons me. His arm drapes over me.

“I love having your boy nub locked in my cage, boy,” he whispers in my ear.

I whimper again.

“Do you know what it does to me, boy?”

I shake my head, no.

I feel Sir’s cock poke me in the ass.

I giggle.

“Do you like wearing my cage, boy?”

I sigh heavily, and nod my head, yes.

“Good boy!”

We drift off to sleep…

— THE END —

Metal would like to thank the author, Zac Loughty, for this story! To read much more by Zac, click for his own story page, Naughty Boy Stories.