Chastity Suit – Part 02

By Rubbag

I had said yes to Josh, and that’s how I found myself standing beside him the next night trying to be cool but so glad the docks are deserted in the evening. They may be empty, but the summer nights are short and I’m still aware of how much we stand out in the late twilight. Who could miss us, two muscle jocks trying to look as if they’re hangin. Both dressed the same, both in white, both looking almost naked in their under armour tights and skin top, every muscle showing as they try to be so casual about it.

“How long do we wait, Josh?”

“Eh?” He doesn’t hear me, he’s too distracted by his crotch, trying to rub it but getting nowhere.

“Josh!”

“Soz … what did you?” he says, a little dazed, the cell phone still in one hand.

“How long?”

“I don’t know, five, ten minutes, it depends on …”

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USS New Jersey brig

What kind of pervert would take a tour of a famous battleship, then head right for the BRIG? A Metalbond reader, of course. Check out the picture below and the information sent in by an anonymous reader of this blog:

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Dear Metal,

The New Jersey was very cool. I took the self-guided tour, and enjoyed the berthing areas, Marines’ compartments — and the brig. There are no sinks or toilets in the brig cells, so the prisoners have to be escorted by a Marine to the head. I’m guessing they’re cuffed and/or shackled for the excursion. There are three cells right next to each other, each just barely bigger than the fold down bunk. Inmates were only served bread and water in the brig, for up to three days. If longer than three days, they were escorted by the Marines to the mess deck.

—from a reader

 

Metal would like to thank the reader for sharing this brig picture. Anyone else who has experience with a brig is invited to get in touch via email!

 

Chastity Suit – Part 01

By Rubbag

Josh and me have been dorm buddies all through college. We had hit it off straight away on the first day as sophomores, and since then we’ve shared the same room, the same gym, the same women. Even a sloppy kiss once, after having too much beer after college football. Our last season the finals, we won and then that night, don’t even go there, that’s best forgotten. We where drunk and stoned, that’s why, that’s all. That’s Josh and Jed, or the twins as we’re known in the halls, twin jocks. Now we’re not brothers, but we might as well be, same height, 5 10, same build, football jocks with the same boyish blond features, mid-west Corn Belt. Certainly Josh knows me better than anyone else the world. We know what each other are thinking, which makes most of our conversation wasted.

That’s how it had been for most of our four years at college, the two of us all but joined at the hip. It was only in the last that semester that things began to change.

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