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Sunday, 18 December 2011

The Cuffed Squaddie - Part Two


One of the Redcaps was stood with his legs on either side of Squaddie’s head whilst holding the tops of his arms. Squaddie had a great view up to the Redcaps groin and could smell the leather boots. Again he forgot the situation he was in and started to become aroused again. The two Redcaps seemed to be oblivious to all this as they fastened his wrists again, and push open the cell door. As the door opened so Squaddie was pulled by his wrists and the pallet went with his weight. They door was opened just enough for both Redcaps to get out and it was pushed closed again and locked. The light went out and Squaddie was left in the cold. He was cold, wet, hungry and cursing his bad timekeeping.

He was woken from his fitful sleep by the light blazing into the cell and the sound of boots on the stone floor. The procedure he went through the previous night was reversed as he was un-cuffed, stood up and fastened to the cell door. This time he did it in a dream as they pulled him around like a sack of coal, with no sense of the fact that he was able to experience pain. They left him for an unknown amount of time when the door was jerked opened and the sour face of the sergeant was in front of him again. He made a comment about the smell and state Squaddie was in and disappeared as suddenly as he arrived though leaving Squaddie swinging with the movement of the heavy door. The sergeant returned with a hosepipe in his hands; he called out and Squaddie jumped and caught his breath as the stream of cold water hit him. The sergeant said that he could smell shite, so he stuffed the hose into the top of Squaddie’s pants and the water filled his boots. It stopped as suddenly as it started and the NCO did his vanishing acting, leaving Squaddie trembling with the shock of the hosing down.

Breakfast was bread and water served in the same way as the night before. The cell door was shut once again and Squaddie was left to his thoughts. Once he had started to dry out and warm up, the pleasant feelings he had had the day before returned, only this time he was able to elaborate on them. The tightness around his wrist and the inability to move was such a sexual turn on that he fantasised about the cropped head of the corporal the night before and the lovely smell of the mixture of boot polish and leather. Squaddie desperately wanted to be free of the heavy door but stay cuffed and on his knees in front of the stern faced corporal. He wanted to smell the boots again. In fact he wanted to be made to smell them and even taste them. Lunchtime arrived and the boring meal was taken in the same way again, only this time Squaddie enjoyed it. He enjoyed the rough way the sergeant pushed the bread in his mouth and he even started to fantasise about the sergeant roughing him up. He wanted the excitement and physical contact whilst still being in manacles and unable to resist.

All this was confusing, as he knew he could end up in Colchester Glasshouse if these feelings for his fellow servicemen continued. He would be dishonourable discharged before he had even started properly but even this didn’t stop him savouring every glorious moment of his captivity. As far as his captors thought, they had subdued him completely. He didn’t complain about the rough treatment, the cuffing or even that he wasn’t allowed to pee or shit in a sanitary way but left to stew in his own mess until the hosing down. What they didn’t know was all the time he was there he enjoying the treatment and feeling free to experience the helplessness of being restrained and the pain. Squaddie liked the burning pain in his shoulders and the freedom to go a toilet where he was. But most of all he enjoyed the physical attention of the Redcaps, which in his mind he turned into a sexual man on man, encounter.

He was released late on the fifth day. The sergeant unscrewed the locks on the handcuffs and Squaddie’s arms fell heavily to either side of his body. He was given his laces back and he struggled to put them back in. The sergeant gave him a playful pat on the shoulders as a goodbye gesture but it sent red-hot pains, pleasurably, round his body. Though his arms ached and felt heavy as lead, Squaddie quickly made his way to the toilet block. Once safely behind the locked door of a cubicle, he was able to finally give himself the relief from the pent of frustration of five days of not even being able to touch his cock, let alone wank.

Once back in training, with a clean slate, Squaddie kept his head down and wasn’t late again. It was decided he had learnt his lesson and would become a good soldier. What they didn’t know was that the experience had awakened longings and feelings that Squaddie hadn’t known existed and that his mind wasn’t always on the sort of military manoeuvres the Top Brass would approve of.

Again, I would like to thank Skinric for allowing me to post the story.  I have more of his stories which will posted in the future.

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