This story was told to me by an ex-squaddie who had left the army after twenty years service. He was a very eager prisoner and enjoyed spending long periods in metal restraints, a position I liked to keep him in too. Now he swears this happened to him whilst he was on basic training. If it didn’t, I still think it is a great tale.
Squaddie was in his late teens when he started training and was getting on well when he blotted his good record by returning to camp several minutes late, after a few days leave. Squaddie was put on report and marched in front of the commanding officer. Now this officer gave Squaddie a choice. He could either try to defend himself at a Courts Martial or take the commanding officer’s punishment. As he was guilty and didn’t want a record, he opted for what he thought would be the easy way out.
The officer said Squaddie was to spend five days in the guardroom. Now Squaddie had heard that meant standing around in a cell all day, so though it sounded boring, it was something that he thought he could endure for a few days.
Squaddie was marched out and straight to the guardroom, which was by the main gate. He was searched and changed into battle dress with no belt and boots without laces. The cell was about four foot wide by six and the door was open bars, like the cells he had seen in the Westerns. Chained against the wall of the cell was what looked like a wooden pallet, which he took to be the bed. There was no room for anything else. Now what Squaddie didn’t know was that the sergeant was a lazy so-and-so and couldn’t be bothered to keep checking that his prisoner was stood to attention in the cell and not resting. Squaddie was ordered into the cell and told to stand with his back to the cell door with his hands through the bars. Once in that position, the sergeant snapped a pair of heavy darby cuffs around the protruding wrists, ensuring that the prisoner remained upright. Squaddie wasn’t expecting this, but once the shock wore off, he was surprised to find that he was enjoying the experience so much that he had a hard on.
The weight of the cuffs and their tightness pulled on his aching wrists and shoulders. He tried to push the cuffs off over his hands, first the left and then the right. It was no good; there was some movement but they wouldn’t shift enough. The more he struggled, the more his arms and shoulders ached and the more he enjoyed it. It was a revelation as he had never experienced a situation like this and he was becoming more and more sexually aroused. So he struggled until he was tired but strangely happy with himself.
The sergeant decided to look in on his exhausted prisoner around mid afternoon to feed and water him. This was where Squaddie found out he was also on a bread and water diet. He hoped he would be released to eat his meagre fare, but he soon found out he was wrong. The sergeant unlocked the cell door and sharply pulled it open. Squaddie was caught off guard and was dragged painfully with the heavy door. Without speaking, his captor broke off a piece of bread and stuffed it in Squaddie’s mouth. He started to gag on the dry bread only to start to choke even more when the sergeant forced the water from a metal cup into his mouth. This was repeated several times until the sergeant had had enough. Squaddie was wet down his front and his jaws ached from the forced feeding regime. He was trying to catch his breath when the sergeant moved away out of sight behind him. At last, thought Squaddie, he is going to undo the cuffs as he was bursting for a pee. Again the sudden movement of the door surprised him as it was violently closed. Squaddie found his voice and called out that he needed the toilet. The sergeant spoke for the first time that day, telling him to do it in his pants, though not in those exact words.
As it was autumn, the light soon dimmed in the cell though Squaddie had lost all sense of time. All that his mind was full of was the numbing ache in his arms and shoulders and the ever frustrating ache in his groin as his cock grew and subsided as he tried to find a comfortable position. He then heard muffled sounds as the sergeant handed over his post to the next relief. Surely, thought Squaddie, I will be un-shackled soon. The cell became dark and cold and Squaddie now had wet clinging pants to add to his discomfort. The light came on and the sudden light from the bare bulb hurt his eyes like an explosion. But with it came a sense of relief as he thought that things would return to normal, well near enough considering he was under guard. He shifted upright as he heard the sound of the boots approaching, two guards this time. He braced himself in anticipation of the cell door being pulled open, but it didn’t happen. Instead he heard a friendly voice ask if was all right and if he was ready for a kip. Despite the pain, the damp and the cold, Squaddie felt better as he started to look forward to ending the throbbing in his cock with a leisurely wank.
Not for the first time that day Squaddie found that what he expected and what happened were two different things. The door was pulled slowly open so he could keep his feet. A young military policeman moved into the cell and unlocking the pallet, let it fall to the floor. The sight of this closely cropped head bent in front of him made Squaddie’s cock strain harder, confusing him even more. The RMP corporal looked up at Squaddie with an icy stare as his gaze took in the obvious bulge in the pants. Squaddie flushed with a mixture of guilt and panic as he realised that he could now be on the receiving end of a beasting.
The young corporal squared up to Squaddie who flinched in preparation for the expected pain from a blow to his body. Instead, the corporal tightly gripped the tops of Squaddie’s arms as the handcuffs were seized and slowly taken off the right wrist. The movement of his arms being pulled to the front of his body caused Squaddie to yelp in pain but this didn’t stop the two Redcaps from completing their mission of putting their prisoner to bed for the night. The young corporal held his arms whilst the other moved into the cramped cell with him. The Redcaps each took an arm and pulled him forward. They didn’t utter a word, so Squaddie was unable to make a guess at what they wanted him to do as he was pulled further into the cell and then down on to the pallet. His back and legs hit the hard pallet with a bump. The burning in his arms increased several fold as they were wrenched up above his head until the wrists were yet again through the bars...
I'd like to thank Skinric for allowing me to post this story. This is an actual true life event which happened to Skinric when he was in the Army. He hopes you enjoy it as much as he did. Skinric can be found on Recon - Skinric