By Atlanta Stud

Brody swallowed hard and was barely able to get out a “Yes, Sir” response to Dave. One quickly realizes how little control he has when he’s buck naked with the exception of wearing a locked chastity device and legcuffs. Dave removed my hinged cuffs and had me clean up the ‘barber shop’ floor while Brody, having free wrists, was instructed to make up his bunk in addition to a few other chores.

With the chores out of the way, Dave called us back to the living area for ‘inspection’ as he put it and told Brody that he’s done well since this morning and he would be rewarded with a pair of sneaks to protect his feet from the old hardwood floors of the cabin. That drew a smile to Brody’s face until he saw that Dave was issuing him my sneaks — and let me tell you those sneaks have, let’s say a character all their own after many wearings without socks and with socks that haven’t seen a washer in several days.

“Your choice, inmate, either stay barefoot, or lace ’em on. I’ll give you five seconds to decide.”

Brody must have figured it was a better option and was soon wearing my old sneaks. Dave then ‘suggested’ that we all head down to the basement. The basement had earlier been declared the solitary confinement area, so needless to say Brody and myself were very obviously nervous at this point. Fortunately for us, it wasn’t going to be time spent in solitary, but ‘gym time’ as Dave had put it.

Brody was instructed to get on his knees, at which point Dave unlocked his legcuffs and tossed him a jock and ordered him to ‘suit up.’

The legcuffs were immediately locked back on, and gym class promptly began with a series of 25 pushups each, squats, pull-ups by utilizing an overhead beam, and sit ups, then the whole routine was repeated several more times.

Needless to say we were both dripping in sweat and needed a shower in the worst way. It may have been a little cooler in the basement, but there was absolutely no air circulation. Once back upstairs, our shackles were removed and we were told to strip down for our showers and leave our clothes on Brody’s bunk, and for Brody that consisted of one sweaty jockstrap and my old sneaks.

“You boys have a total of five minutes to get cleaned up. If I were you, I’d get in there together and make the best use of that five minutes before your time limit’s up. And make sure you boys wash each other’s backs so they’re nice and clean.”

That being said, the five minutes went by quickly and we went back to Brody’s room figuring my old sneaks would still be sitting on the bed along with my fatigues and boots, but not a thing was there. Dave promptly entered the room and tossed me a jockstrap, and judging by its dampness, quickly realized it was the one Brody had worn during gym class. I was told to put it on and I would find the rest of my gear from earlier in the other room and that I had better be dressed and back in Brody’s room in five minutes.

“Today’s a great day for a hike, boys, so Brody, get geared up in your fatigues, boots and that new Army T. We’re headed out in ten minutes!”

Dave placed both the hinged and chain cuffs in his back pockets and announced that if he had any trouble with us at any point on the hike, that we’d be locked up for the remainder of the hike and he didn’t care if anyone saw us locked up. Neither one of us doubted his statement. We set out for what turned out to be a two-hour hike, with Brody leading the way since this is his old stomping grounds. As a casual reminder as to who was in charge, every now and then Dave removed a set of cuffs and would run the arms through the ratchets as we were walking along the trails.

My already damp jock that Brody had worn during gym class was even damper than before, and every now and then I picked up the scent of that damp jock. I could only imagine what Brody’s crotch felt like being locked up in that CB6000 and having to endure a hike with it locked on. That slight bulge in his crotch combined with his fatigues, boots and tight T got me a bit worked up for sure. We made it back without any lock-up time, with the exception of when Dave stopped to take a piss. He locked us together with the hinged cuffs and then locked my remaining free hand to a small tree. He clearly wasn’t taking any chances with us.

The rest of the night was actually not too eventful, though we were kept cuffed up with our wrists in front, me in the hinged, Brody in the chain cuffs. That made eating the burgers we cooked up on the grill a bit interesting, but we knew not to complain. Eventually it was time to rack out for the night, so Dave took Brody to his room and instructed him to lay down on the bunk. He then locked him down in the transport set, running the chain to the legcuffs through one of the bars at the foot of the bed.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Army boy! Get a good night’s rest. Just think, you’re junk gets unlocked in the morning.”

Being a horny 20-year-old, I have no doubt that during the night ‘ol Brody was examining that plastic tube that caged up his cock hoping he could feel something, anything. I was stripped down to the sweaty jock and locked in legcuffs for the night and my left wrist cuffed to the metal bed post while Dave soundly slept for the night.

To be continued …