By Mark

Part 1

Although some of them knew the routine all too well and were used to it, most of the guys felt uneasy. A few were secretly aroused at the idea and a couple of them were hell bent on not going through with it.

All ten guys had been chosen to be placed into strait jackets.

The selection process was part of the new TSA – Transit Security Authority – program. Rising fuel costs and the growth of the federal debt meant there was decreasing amounts of money left over for airport security. Low tech options were introduced more and more throughout the recent years. Under the low-tech restraint program, airlines retained licensed medical practitioners to prescribe strait jackets to flight passengers that were deemed most likely to be responsible for flight disturbances. Full fledged doctors were expensive, so most of the medical practitioners were advanced medical students or interns on retainer with TSA. Whether anyone, much less college students and interns, could accurately identify plane hijackers or not was debatable. But, putting a few people in to strait jackets for the duration of a flight presented the illusion of aviation safety. If the people felt comfortable enough to purchase their tickets, the airlines were happy.

Daniel or Danny for short was actually a full fledged medical doctor. He agreed to work for Delta Airlines on the side for much less than he could have been making by putting in more hours at his own practice. He was not after more money. Danny liked the thrill of being able to personally select who would be placed in to restraints for a flight. And, he got off on the power of personally over-seeing each guy’s fall in to submission as the jackets went on one by one. As an industry, women were almost always excluded from the program. Danny himself only ordered men, mostly young, to be put in to strait jackets. Issues of political correctness and gender bias were matters that fell outside the realm of “public safety.” They were things one might consider if the nation were not at war with terror.

Of the sixty passengers to board Flight 309, Danny had ordered that ten men be placed in to regulation Posey strait jackets. From the initial TSA security check points, the chosen men were led in to a large back room. Their luggage and shoes were confiscated and they were allowed to sit on comfortable black leather airport chairs. The chairs were the kind with seat buckets that reclined down towards the rear so that one was forced to slouch. A few of the guys that had been wearing sandals sat barefoot. The others were in either black dress or white athletic socks. At the far end of the room, there were two tables filled with white canvas jackets, each with a multitude of heavy canvas straps dangling off all directions of the garments.

After all ten men were held in the room, Danny entered with a few TSA officers. He gave a small lecture on why the program was enacted and what it would all entail. In short, that each of them had been chosen to be placed in to strait jackets whether they liked it or not. If they did not submit to restraint, they would not be boarding the flight. Although technically by purchasing their ticket they had already forfeited their right to opt-out.

Danny explained that he would demonstrate the application of the strait jacket on one volunteer and that he would rely on the help of everyone in the room to get each other in to the rest of the strait jackets. Danny would personally check each strait jacket and then help the last-man-standing in to the final strait jacket.

Most of the guys seemed uneasy. Most of them did not ask any questions. Although, there was a group of three college buddies – Brock, Nathan, and JD – that kept making wise cracks about the strait jackets. Having had their Abercrombie leather sandals confiscated, all three were left barefoot and antsy. So when Danny asked for a volunteer to help him demonstrate how they were all to apply the strait jackets on one another, it was only natural that Brock and JD cracked a joke that Nathan should do it.

Seemingly nonchalant, Danny asked again for anyone to volunteer. Brock and JD backed off a little until Danny’s eyes turned to Nathan and asked if he wanted to do it. Nathan’s face turned bright red and he declined. This caused JD to wrap his arms around Nathan’s shoulders and egg him on to volunteer. Brock kicked his legs behind Nathan’s motioning him to stand up.

“Come on up,” instructed Danny.

Nathan was clearly not willing to be placed in to the strait jacket and held back.

The other seven guys in the room were still too nervous or too unwilling to join in the discussion. Soon Brock and JD had Nathan on his feet and guided him to the center of the room where Danny met them with a medium size Posey strait jacket.

Danny instructed Nathan to hold his arms out. He was still unwilling to go through with it so Brock stood directly behind Nathan and pushed his arms up towards the strait jacket. JD stood next to Danny studying the strait jacket and trying to figure out how it worked in advance. With Brock pushing Nathan’s arms in from the back, and Danny pushing the strait jacket on his arms from the front, the white canvas covered Nathan and turned the Abercrombie college guy in to a mental patient. Following Danny’s instruction, Brock helped Danny turn Nathan so his back was towards the crowd and one by one Danny demonstrated how the back straps were too be applied. Danny threaded the first two through the roller buckles and then synched them tightly. By the third one, Brock had caught on and attempted to buckle it himself. He was cautious and unsure at first but Danny reassured him and guided him. By the fourth buckle, Brock had the idea and quickly synched the strap extra tight. Nathan yelped and Brock commanded, “Easy stud.”

Brock next grabbed hold of the dangling crotch straps and made a smirk.

Danny professionally pointed out that it was not time for the crotch straps yet. JD gave out an uneasy squeal and Brock started trying to figure out the arms.

Danny showed Brock and the group how to push the arms through the front loops of the jacket as well as the loops underneath the arm pits. Brock attended to this task with glee and then expertly and tightly fastened the strap at the back.

Brock asked Nathan how he was feeling and Nathan struggled to breathe and responded with a, “I want out of this thing man!”

Brock just put his hand firmly on Nathan’s shoulder and smiled. He then told JD that he should attend to his friend’s crotch.

At this point some of the rest of the group let out some laughs and Danny started lecturing on how the crotch straps were to be applied.

He showed JD how to apply them and JD reluctantly obliged although JD only managed to apply the crotch straps somewhat lax. Brock got behind Nathan and corrected the straps by pulling them tight and synching up the slack. He knew he was trapping his friend’s member.

Nathan was fully restrained at this point and Danny finished lecturing on a few points about the strait jacket. Danny then had all the guys stand up and start trying to get each other in to the strait jackets.

Brock quickly grabbed another jacket and told JD that it was his turn. JD started to try to back out.

At the same time, an older guy named Matty approached a thin skater boy type in white athletic socks. The skater boy, named Johnathan was very quiet and shy. It was like a hawk capturing a chicken. Matty had the sleeves of a small sized thick heavy canvas strait jacket at Johnny’s arms in a matter of seconds. Johnny hesitated but Matty soothed the boy telling him that he was just looking out for him. He said he wanted to make sure he was done up correctly and comfortably so that someone didn’t end up hurting him or roughing him up. He said he’d place him over off in a corner after he’d been trussed up so that he would be safe. Matty didn’t give Johnny much time to respond. He had the jacket up over Johnny’s arms in no time and was quickly working on the back straps. Matty noticed that Johnny’s cock was getting hard, which in turn made his own cock hard. Matty rubbed his pants a little bit and hoped no one would notice.

Part 2

But two people had noticed: Branden and Adam. Branden was an athletic man in his late twenties wearing knee high soccer socks with a double green stripe at the top and Adam was actually there with three other college buddies. Branden and Adam had both seen the way Matty took hold of Johnny and once they both saw Matty adjust his pants, they instantly looked at each other and knew they both had to intervene.

Yet instead of both walking right over to Matty, they both instead walked over to the table of strait jackets and pulled out a large, which they both agreed would be adequate for Matty’s muscular frame. By the time they had reached Matty, Johnny’s back straps had been trussed up and all that was remaining was his crotch and arm straps. As Matty reached between Johnny’s legs and gently massaged his hand over Johnny’s member, Branden asked “What’s up?”

Matty wasted no time and simply reached further for the crotch strap and pulled them tightly around to the back of Johnny. “Just helping this buddy out,” replied Matty hoping the two guys would share in his dominance over Johnny.

“Well how ‘bout we help you out,” Branden answered Matty.

Matty became unsure of himself and tried to talk Branden and Adam out of it. He started backing up but was met by one of the leather chairs.

“We all gotta have one of these on man,” Adam interjected.

Matty resigned to defeat after glancing solemnly at his little captured Johnny who had his arms still flapping freely in the sleeves. Matty kept his head down and allowed Adam and Branden to synch the large canvas strait jacket around his torso. The guys worked silently and quickly and after a few points of contention regarding how to thread a buckle or two, they soon had Matty all snug in his new white canvas prison.

They guided Matty down in to the leather chair without a word although Branden hypocritically took the moment to grab and adjust his own groin.

Adam and Branden then turned to Johnny and asked if he was alright. Johnny shook his head yes as Adam quickly guided Johnny’s arms in to the strait jacket’s loops and then in to the buckle at the back. Johnny started to protest but Branden simply said “Shhhhhh, you’ve got to be in this anyway.”

Adam then led Branden back to his group of two other friends named Casey and Jayden. Together they ganged up on Casey and had him swallowed up in a medium sized white canvas strait jacket. Casey was dazed and confused at how expertly Branden, Jayden, and Adam had caught him up.

Meanwhile Brock had dominated JD in to another medium sized strait jacket. Brock was cruel and unusual because he had jammed JD’s crotch strap up his ass so tightly that JD screamed in pain from his wedgie. No one attempted to help him though.

After securing JD, the antics of Branden, Adam, and Jayden caught Brock’s eye and caused Brock to go over to the group and start cracking jokes. Jayden and Branden started egging Casey on as he struggled with his strait jacket. They pointed out how his struggles made his crotch strap ride up his ass.

A guy named Adrian, who had been quiet up until now tried to join in with the group. Brock and Branden picked up on his uneasiness instantly. They asked Adrian what he was so scared about regarding the strait jackets. Adrian just said it was a stupid idea. He explained that this was his return flight from a business trip and that he had never been required to wear a strait jacket on the initial flight. Although Branden, Brock, and Jayden started calling Adrian chicken, Adam tried to reason with him and said he would offer to put him in a strait jacket and that he would let him out at any time if he felt uncomfortable.

Adrian liked the idea of having someone “nice” put him in a strait jacket instead of being subject to god knows what antics. Un-expectantly, Branden and Brock actually backed off and silently watched Adam guide Adrian in to the strait jacket. Jayden attempted to start making jokes but without the support of Branden and Brock, he backed down. Once the back straps were done up Adrian started to comment about how claustrophobic and uncomfortable he felt. Adam tried to reassure Adrian and it seemed to be working. However, once Adam started pinning Adrian’s arms to his chest, Adrian started to panic and Adam agreed that he should let Adrian out at least temporarily. Adam started to unfasten the top back strap.

That was when Branden stepped in and placed Adam in a full nelson. He told him that he could see that Adrian was being a pussy and that now Adam was starting to be a pussy too. Jayden just started making jokes and laughing but Brock told Jayden to shut up and help him with Adrian. “Hold him down!” Brock ordered. Jayden pounced on Adrian and planted his body on his back holding him to the floor. Brock maneuvered around Jayden’s body and efficiently snagged Adrian’s back straps back in to place. Adam started struggling violently against Branden’s full nelson but Branden had more muscle mass and size over Adam. It was no use. Branden simply applied more pressure causing Adam’s body to buckle back in to Branden’s thick body.

As Adrian kept spazzing out, his arms were guided together and closed against his chest as Brock swiftly secured his arm straps to the back of his body. Jayden then quickly reached through Adrian’s legs and latched the crotch strap in to place.

Brock started open handedly face slapping Adrian who was fighting frantically against his bonds. The strait jacket held his body firmly against itself and soon he tuckered himself out.

Adam was still struggling with full force against Branden though. Brock saw his spirit and walked over to Adam and started face slapping him as well. Adam went ballistic.

At this point Danny intervened and said that Branden ought to let Adam go. Reluctantly, Branden and Brock checked themselves and allowed Adam to break free.

The minute Adam got free he swung a punch at Brock at which point Danny ordered the two TSA guards that had followed him in to the room to restrain Adam.

They were too late. Branden had already tackeled Adam to the ground and Jayden already had another strait jacket. Regardless, Danny wanted things to go more smoothly and thus presented a syringe and told Brock and Branden to hold Adam still.

Adam noticed the syringe and started shouting about his rights. Danny just explained that he had waived any option of opting out when he had completed the first leg of his flight.

Brock and Jayden didn’t care about the legalities of the situation and instead just started taunting Adam. They said things like, “It is time for your medicine little Adie” and “Just relax kid, this will hurt you more than it will us.”

“Can you get his pants down?” Danny asked the guys.

“Hell yeah doc we can,” they answered.

Danny was about to guide the syringe in to Adam’s thick meaty thigh but Branden noticed what he was about to do and quickly yanked down Adam’s Abercrombie boxers exposing his ample white butt.

Danny gently poked the syringe in to Adam’s ass and Adam’s roars began to soften.

Soon he was a lethargic pile of flaccid meat.

After a few more taunts from Branden and Brock, Jayden started guiding Adam in to the strait jacket. Adam had no resistance and actually started to drool at the mouth.

In his nonself-reliant state, Adam did manage to ask Branden and Brock for help standing as they lifted him up to get the jacket fully applied. Brock simply answered, “No problem little buddy.” Branden equally answered, “Mmmmmm that’s it.”

After fully synching Adam up in to the strait jacket, they gently placed him in to a leather seat and helped him to rest his head against the wall. Adam fought off full sleep as best he could. Now only Branden, Jayden, and Brock remained.

“Okay,” Jayden started, “Now that the riff raff is secured, what do you say we help each other in to these things?”

“Sure thing!” Brocked began! And before Jayden could fully comprehend what was going on, Branden had Jayden’s arms locked up in the sleeves of a small posey strait jacket that Brock had rushed over. Jayden was definitely not worthy of a small size but there was only a medium and a large left and Brock did not want to have to risk enduring the small size.

Brock helped maneuver Jayden’s arms around his torso so Branden could seal them up in back. As Branden finished synching up all the strait jacket’s slack, Brock commented to Branden: “You’re next!”

Upon hearing this, Branden reached his hand out and punched Brock in the balls. “The more smart-mouthed they are the harder they fall!” Branden mocked.

As Brock keeled over, Branden finished up Jayden’s crotch strap and then grabbed the medium strait jacket. Jayden tried unsuccessfully to negotiate his thick large muscular frame in its new home of the small sized bundle of tightly wrapped canvas.

Still in pain from the blow to his balls, Brock weakly moaned, “No Fair!”

Branden kicked Brock’s gut and back a few times and then bent over to start synching up the medium strait jacket. Brock fought it. But JD and Nathan, still pissed that Brock had seen the better of them, straddled over in their tight strait jackets and used their body weights to help keep Brock down on the ground. This gave Branden the extra advantage and soon he had Brock all neatly packaged in to his strait jacket.

Branden stood over the nine guys all currently struggling in their strait jackets.

Danny grabbed the last large strait jacket and walked over to Branden congratulating him on being the last man standing.

“Now take this like a man,” Danny suggested to Branden.

Still on the high from his alpha male dominance, Branden gracefully extended his arms out and allowed Danny to place the heavy canvas sleeves over his muscular frame. Branden even rolled his arms and shoulders upwards in an effort to help Danny get the garment over his body.

Danny threaded and synched up the buckles with a precision and force not before seen in the room. Danny’s professional skill as well as the heavy presence of the jacket caused a mood change in Branden. His pride began to melt away in to sullenness. Branden’s mind began to swim. Branden didn’t even notice the good doctor folding his arms up around his chest and securing them in back. Branden felt his knees begin to buckle and as he looked down he noticed that the doctor had already done up his crotch strap. It was not overly tight but its presence was definitely known.

Branden started to begin to struggle but began to get lost in a sea of submission the moment the canvas started to rub against itself.

Danny recognized the frame of mind that Branden was in all too well. Danny smiled, checked and rechecked the fit of each of the ten strait jackets, and then nodded to the guards to start loading up the passengers of Flight 309.

THE END

Metalbond would like to thank Mark for this story, which first appeared on the site of Eckie aka Bondagefan.

By batard4skin

I’ve been serving in the foreign legion for years now…

Good time, bad time… depends…

No regrets…

No pain, no gain, said the enlisted Englishmen… it was right here too…

I was to change of regiment. I was due to get to the new one, next week, on Tuesday… I did not have my “Feuille de Route”, but we always get it at the latest minute.

As we were Friday only, I was expecting having a 72 (a leave for 72 hours – 3 days). Sure it was not signed yet, but I was almost sure I would be free tonight….

In order to move quickly, all my belongings where ready by the middle of the day, and I was just waiting the documents to be signed to get dressed in “tenue de sortie”, and go…

I went to the “ordinaire” (the place where troopers eat) for lunch, and had a nice lunch.

Then I went for the regular haircut, in order to look perfect when I get to the new place.

I was not to be involved in the training this afternoon.

Back to the barracks room, I was waiting for the duty NCO to come and give me my documents.

He came shortly after lunch. I was lying on my bed.

I stood up, saluted and stood at attention.

Behind him, was the PM, the Military Police. Two huge legionnaires, dedicated to this special job…

I was not expecting them to be here, but may be they would lead me to the station with my stuff…

The duty NCO told them I was the one.

They came to me, and without a word, they caught my arms, and bent me with a key to my arm. If resisting, I would have had a broken arm…

The duty NCO told me I was not getting a leave that weekend, as I was required to be “used” by the PM.

I had no idea what it was about.

He added to the PM with a grin, that now I was theirs.

The two men were still holding me firmly, and I’ve been handcuffed immediately.

They forced me to open my mouth, and pushed a dirty rag inside, before they covered my face with a respirator. They tightened the straps to be right well situated. They tested how airtight it was, one had sealing the air admission. No air through, it was airtight. I was unable to push the gag back, nor to protest or ask what it was all about….

They explained me I was to get naked now, but they will free me for this, but to stay cautious I was not to misbehave or they would beat me.

So did I, folding my dress on the bed. I was ordered to pack it with the rest of my belongings.

Then I went back “at ease”, to know what they were expecting from me.

I was cuffed back, hands in my back.

They ordered me not to moan, and if I was OK, they would remove the gag from my mouth. I nodded yes, and so they did.

They checked back how airtight was the respirator.

I get some earplugs, and immediately the sound went down.

They took some adhesive tape then, and they started to wrap the respirator on my head. They covered it all, and sealed it tight enough to avoid it to move at all…

When it ended, my head was totally wrapped, and I was soundproof, lightproof, and airtight.

They grabbed me by the arms and shoulders, and forced me to walk away. I tried to follow their step but it was not easy to do so, as they ignore my difficulties and made their way back to the PM building.

We probably crossed some fellow mates, but I was unable to detect anybody around. I did not know on the spot, but I was rock hard….

When we get to their place, I was unable to know what they were expecting from me…

They dropped me in a cell, still handcuffed in the back.

I did not dare moving, not knowing if I was alone or not, nor supervised.

A couple of hours later, they came back.

They handled me to get to the place they wanted me.

They removed my cuffs, but immediately tie my hands above my head, and my legs apart, so I looked like a big X.

I had to stay there for a while, waiting.

The position was not nice, but it could have been worse. I was suspecting I would have to keep it long…

Later they came back, and I felt they were cutting my hairs with clippers. They stopped when all my hairs had gone, and they washed my body.

They let me dry for a while.

I felt somebody checking every inch of my body. It was odd, unusual.

When, it ended, I was wondering what it was all about…

I felt they where putting a chain round my neck. Quite tight.

They also grabbed my cock and my balls, and tied them up tight too.

They pulled my neck up locking my collar to a chain above my head, when they were pulling my balls down, anchoring them toward the floor.

It was not easy, but I was still rock hard, but of course not conscious of this….

They let me this way for a while.

Later, I felt some people were around me. No idea how much, but quite a few. I was unable to understand what they were saying, but I felt I was the topic.

To confirm it quickly, one pinched my tits with his fingers. I react more by surprise than pain, but the result was they spread my legs and arms wider, when they adjusted my neck chain and my balls.

I had to start concentrating on my breathing, as my neck was tight now.

Then, one clamped something on my tits. They uncovered the head of my cock, and they inserted something inside my cock. They clamped my cock too. They also wrapped some rope around my ball sack, and they left me for a while.

I felt them back, more than I heard them.

I was pretty sure they were surrounding me.

Suddenly it hurt like hell. The pain in my cock and balls was extreme. But it did not last.

Soon after, another shock.

It took me quite a while before I was able to understand they were electroshocks, and the clamps and tie I had just before where electrodes actually.

The shocks were commented, but I could not understand what they explained. The intensity was always changing, as the duration of the shock. It looked as if they were experimenting on my body.

Shocks went to my tits, later. But with a mobile electrode, they also reached my armpits, my knees, etc.

The feeling was different, but my cock and balls were the most sensitive.

Anyway, each shock made me jump, and shout in my mask. They totally ignore it, and they did what they wanted. It looked as if I was not human, but just a toy for the exhibit.

It seems the operators changed several times, and they were exploring my reactions after the shock duration or the intensity. Sometimes they were laughing loud.

I was in agony.

They eventually stopped, and left me behind, but they did not remove the electrodes.

It seemed to last for hours. I was unable to sleep, after the position, and the tension on my body.

They came back in the morning.

They warmed me up with more electroshocks, but it did not last long. I was frightened.

They removed the electrodes but the torment was beating this morning. They alternate hitting me with a truncheon and a tonfa, to show the difference of the impact. I was not aware of that, of course, but I have been told later.

Shortly, there were bruises on my back, and my tights.

They decided to free my hands, that was quite pleasant, but it was for them to be cuffed in my back. I was now just maintained by my neck and my ankles. I had to work on my balance.

I felt my breathing cut at once, without any warning, and felt a pain in my stomach. I was folding out, but my neck prevented me from leaning, and was pulling it tighter.

One had just been kicking me in the abdomen. Took me ages to recover. But I managed.

They repeated the action several times, as if they all tried it at least once. Some were kicking me higher or lower on my stomach. It all hurt, but not as much as the one I had in my balls that were still bound.

The latest kick was a general one, as within two or three seconds more than a dozen kicks hit me from all around.

I almost felt unconscious.

But within seconds they were unlocking the chain holding my collar, and I was falling on the floor. They did not stop kicking me for a while, and when I almost stopped reacting, they left me for a while.

I had impacts all over my body.

I probably spent the rest of the day trying to recover, just on the floor, legs still anchored wide apart, my hands cuffed in my back, cock and balls still tied up….

It was not easy, but after the kicking session, it felt almost comfortable, as I was freer than I ever was for a while.

It was now Sunday morning. I was not aware of the time, but I was almost quite precise.

They decided to change my shackles. I was still masked, but they removed all links to hogtie me instead. It was quite well done and the hogtied was not allowing me much possibility to move my body.

They left me for a while to accommodate the new position. Then they came back. They screwed something on the air admission of the respirator. But it was not air-restricted for the moment.

I lay on the floor for a while before the cartridge added on my respirator sprayed some teargas inside the mask. It was burning like hell. Within a second, my eyes, my nose, my mouth, throat and lungs where hurting. I rolled on myself several times, but it changed nothing to the effects.

I was crying and shouting inside my respirator, and I was in agony again…

A few seconds later, a second blow of teargas came, and I rolled again on myself.

I stood there for hours. My eyes were burning, and my lungs too.

Nothing else happened before a few hours, but I did get gassed three times within the day…

It probably took half a day before I did get back to normal, and in the evening, I felt they removed the gas canister.

By the same time, they handled me, and I was put in a small cell. I could feel all sides as my knees, head and shoulder were in contact with walls. It was more like a box than a cell…

They kept me there for a while… the position was painful after a while, and the restriction on movement was quite difficult. I was exhausted…

Later, probably the following morning, they came at me and extracted me.

They took me to the central room of the PM department, and started to remove all restrains I was still wearing. They did end with the respirator, and the earplugs. It was odd to find the light back, but I manage to get to normal quite quickly. My whole body was sore, and I was exhausted. I was thirsty, and hungry too.

I eventually watched around me, and almost all PM were here, in the room, watching me naked.

Most of them were grinning or even smiling. It took me some time to realise they were looking at my rock hard cock.

I felt quite embarrassed, but did not care, they would have been too happy with my reaction.

The Officer in charge talked to me:

You are welcome in the Police Militaire… We are all delighted you enjoyed you arrival party, you are one of ours from now, and we are sure you will enjoy your new job with us…

THE END

By batard4skin

This time, after a few stories, I am back to a true story…

I was in the army, as I explained before… There is no reason to waste time to tell you about my army life…

Anyway, we were into a “commando course,” something quite hard, but rather interesting… Quite a challenge.

I won’t let you know why, but for any reason, I have done something wrong that awarded me to be punished.

As it was not really possible to be withdrawn from the course, the punishment had to be quick and efficient, to impress me and the rest of the squad.

Among the possibilities of the course, there was what we call “une Tyrolienne”. The English call that a toggle rope, I think (but I am not 100% sure of the translation).

From the top tower of the fort, it was possible to slide along the rope, down to the moat. We used to hold us with a special rope to grip both hands on each side of the rope. The bent of the rope could make the speed quite fast…

If you were fast enough, you could get over the water level in the moat, and get to the dry part behind. If not, you were almost sure to stop over the water, and let you fall in the dark moat, and swim (all dressed) back to the edge!

Most trainees ended in the moat at the first attempts…

The officer had chosen to use the toggle rope to throw me down the tower.

But instead of using it as we trained before (that was not a punishment!), he decided I would be put upside down.

We climbed up the tower.

Then a couple of NCO started to prepare me. They tied me up from toe to head with ropes, hands bound in my back… Then they hooded me with an old canvass bag, tight to the neck. They finished suspending me by the ankles to the rope…

I was not proud of the position I was in.

At once they pushed me hard toward the deepness, and I started to slide fast down the rope. It seemed this trip was lasting for hours. I was aware of my arrival in the water, as the only way to avoid it when used properly was to fold your legs by your stomach… Of course that was a position I was unable to do being upside down…

I eventually get to the water, and my head hit the surface of the water. It was as if I was landing on a wall. On the other hand, I was diving into the moat, up to the waist, before immobilising me deep into water.

My head was under water, and I could not breath. I tried to fold myself to get the head out of the water, but most ropes prevented me to do it, as I wanted, even if I managed to gasp some air. At the same time, the bag over my head was soaked, so I was unable to get fresh air, really. It seemed I spent hours struggling to survive… at least two or three minutes for real, but it seemed it was a matter of hours.

Some soldiers who were waiting for me at the bottom of the rope dived into water, and took me back to the edge of the moat, where they just undid the tie around my neck to get some fresh air to breath. It was as if I was getting back to life… I was breathing very fast.

Within minutes, the NCOs from the top tower were down the toggle rope, stepping on me when they arrived.

They checked I was not in troubles, and started to free me.

I was told it was the first trip…

I was taken back to the top of the tower. I did not recovered enough, when they were preparing me again…

This time, they bound me the same way, but this time I was to go down the toggle rope, suspended by my wrist, in my back…

When I was ready, they put the canvass bag on the head, still tight to the neck, and pushed me.

As the bag was still wet, breathing was hard when I was sliding down… my own weight was pulling hard on my hands and shoulder, and it was again a nightmare to slide down… I did my best to get to the edge of the moat, and I succeeded, even if the shock of the arrival was still hard, as I could not see where I was….

Soon after, both NCO did get to me the same way they did the previous time. I was hit violently again when they get to me.

I was told it was the second trip…

Taken back to the top of the tower, they prepared me once more.

It was too fast for me to recover…

This time they hogtied me, and hooded me again.

Before they threw me away, they kicked me all over my body. They made no caution of my head, which was hit several times…

When they decided it was done, they pushed me again on the toggle rope.

Once more it was a long slow but fast slide. My arms and legs bound behind my back were pulling like hell. It was a nightmare. I believed I was to die several times, and I wonder if I did not faint before getting into the moat. Anyway, the contact with the water took me back with the reality.

I dive once more in the dirty cold water.

Once more I thought I was diving, and I was unable to get my head off the water. I was still into water, struggling when the arrival of the NCOs violently against my body pushed me toward the edge…

They soon extracted me from the moat, and when I was the bank, they took the hood off. They kept me bound for a while, but I was coughing to get rid of the water that was inside my lungs.

It took me quite a while to recover, and later I was back in the squad, half dead, but my punishment was over.

Mates told me later they were impressed with the punishment, and how I managed to take it…

Actually, it was just a matter of surviving! No more!!!

THE END

By batard4skin

We were settled in a remote island, far from our base…

This island was quite isolated, and a desert… Actually we were the only ones on this island, a group of 25 legionnaires, 3 NCOs and an Officer.

We were here to be protect a wide area of sea… Don’t ask details, it was “Secret Défense”…

Days were boring. We had 2 shifts of 12 hours…

A team of 3 was on duty at the top of the hills, where you can have a large view at sea…

Another team of 3 was patrolling up and down the island…

Others were either resting, either working on the settlement for food, laundry, etc…

When not on duty, we were able to go at sea, and swim… it was a paradise on earth for the sightseeing, but it was boring days after days…

On the main (and only) circular road, it was taking about five hours to make the circuit on foot. The island was roughly 3km across 5km… Not bigger…

Most of the island was wild, and quiet, except the base where the settlement was, and the watchtower…

When not on duty, we were training, with long walks or runs, or exercises…

One day, I talked to the Lieutenant… I explained him the training was boring, and we could make it more “alive”…

He looked at me and told me to let him know what I had in mind…

I said it might be more realistic, and to use the resource of the countryside…

I said one could go and hide on the island, and others have to find him, and take him back to the barracks. Of course, the hidden one should not be allowed to move, to make it possible to be found…

He thought at it for a while and said he could organise such a trick… After all, it would change for a while….

A few days later, we went for a walk with one of the NCO and another soldier…

We were totally immerged in the forest, far from all paths… Walking here was quite hard, but it was really nice and different from usually.

We did get to a place where the Sergeant had probably thought before. He seemed to know what the place would have looked like in advance. It was on a narrow cape of the island, totally wild, outside of the circular road. All surrounded by the sea…

There, he made us prepare some traps. Quite easy traps, such as deep pits in the ground, hidden with vegetation, some balls made with wood and bushed, to push somebody and make him fall…

It took us hours there. Actually days, as we stood camping on the spot.

After a few days, everything ready. It was a good obstacle course, all around, but well hidden in the countryside.

Eventually, we made a sort of tiny cage. It was made of bamboo, and was able to accommodate one man inside, but he would be unable to move at all…

When everything was ready, the Sergeant told me the Lieutenant have enjoyed my idea very much. He decided I would be the first one to hide, and I will be pleased to be found…

He ordered me to strip naked, and with my battledress, some bamboos and bushes, we made a man shape of a mock soldier.

We did put it hidden in a sort of vegetal shelter, able to be seen, from close, but quite hidden from far.

Then we went to the seafront. It was low tide… we walked into the sea, behind some rocks that were hiding us the beach.

We had taken the bamboo cage with us, and we put it in the sea. With bamboo posts, we anchored it to the bottom of the sea, and we put some stones for the cage to keep stable.

The Sergeant took some adhesive tape from his bag, and blindfolded me with some rounds around my head. I was ordered to step into the cage. It was quite small, so I was half kneeling in the cage. He tied my hands in my back, and secured my elbows. He closed the cage, and stated to tie the panel of the door with more vegetal ties we used to make the cage before. When the cage was totally closed, he took some more bamboo sticks, and put them in the cage to restrict the space. Some sticks were placed around my neck, to make it totally still. He did the same with the whole length of the cage, and I was unable to move a toe after a while.

Then he made a sort of horse bit, with some bamboo, and forced it between my teeth. It was tightly bound behind my head, so I was totally gagged.

With two sticks of bamboo, he bound my cock and balls, creating straight away an erection.

Then he did cut some tiny needle size of bamboo, and pierced the head of my cock and my tits with it. Some more sticks were pushed under my nails.

Eventually, he forced a large bamboo stick in my arse, telling me it will grow for a while, quickly…

The other soldier brought back some seaweed he found around, and they covered the cage with it. I probably looked like an old tree lost in the sea, covered with lost seaweeds, when seen from the beach…

The Sergeant came and whispered to my ear, telling me he expected my situation was like I thought when I suggested the training… If not, shame on me…

He told me I was in a position some have been kept for weeks when caught by the Viet… and he did his best for me to feel like hell.

He then set fire to the tiny bamboo sticks pined in my cock, tits and under my nails.

The bamboo would soon be burnt, and the combustion would carry on under my skin, and will make me suffer for real…

Then they went…

I was left behind on my own, unsupervised, bound, locked in a cage, into the sea, with the tide still going down, bamboo pined in my flesh…

It was dreadful.

The bamboo burning was a nightmare, and the torture was intense… I was yelling in by gag, but could do nothing at all. I was stuck.

Eventually, I felt the tide going up, so shortly, the sea level will be a problem.

I was wondering how long I would stay here… Would they find me quickly?

I was in agony. The position made my body ache like hell within a couple of hours. The bamboos tightly around my neck were forcing me to be very cautious to carry on breathing, and forced me to remain calm and not to panic.

The fire was biting my fingers, and burning my cock and tits.

After hours under the burning sun, I was thirsty, and hungry, but I was given nothing. It was another problem….

About 7 hours after they left me behind, it was up tide, and I had water by my chin. I did not know how high it would go, just hoping he knew the level of the tide.

I felt the tide changing again…. The sea was going dawn again…

All my bamboo sticks in my flesh were not burning any longer, but the pain was the same, and the presence of the stick made it as bad as before.

It took them more than two days to find me. I was rather pleased, but soon I discovered, they had orders… Instead of getting me free from the cage, they took it with them to make their way back to the barracks.

They carried it lifting it as a big box, and six of my mates were doing it.

It took them about five hours to get back.

When they arrived to the settlement, the Lieutenant was here. He congratulated the rescue team for the job they did, and ordered them the cage to be put in the middle of the yard.

He ordered them to check all the ties of the cage and bars inside, and tighten them to make them stronger.

He came and checked my body from close. He saw the damages in my tits, cock and nails.

They went off my ears, and I could not understand what they were saying. Later I’ve told the Lieutenant explained he wanted to teach me a lesson. So I would be kept caged for two weeks. When caged I would be given some energy drinks at times, after they would have drill a pipe un my bamboo gag, to avoid removing it. Every day they would change the bamboo pins in my nails, tits and cock, and let the pins fire slowly… they would also insert a thin bamboo in my cock, and let it burn inside.

He also ordered the soldiers to free my feet from the knee to the foot, and bent them to offer the sole just outside of the cage. They did it and secure my ankles tight.

So the following weeks lasted as he said… The bamboo pins seemed to be bigger and bigger. My flesh was all burnt in the area. It was probably blistering, and may be some infection went through there…

Everyday, after they have changed my pins, they were inflicting bastinado. I was yelling in my gag.

I felt I was going insane.

Most of the day I was under a hot sunshine, when nights were wet and cold.

It was like hell.

One day they came and let me free.

I fell on the ground like a sack of potatoes. I was unable to stand up, or even stay sat by myself.

They get rid of all bamboo from the cage, then bamboo from the torments.

The nursing soldier came, and tried to clean all bruises and wounds. He spread antiseptics, and tried to cure it all.

They grabbed me and locked me in a room. I was in fever, and it took me ages to get better…

A few days later, the Lieutenant came to see me. He said he hoped I enjoyed myself… He told me he would be delighted to oblige when I will be back to good stamina…

I said I would be grateful to obey…

But it is another story…

THE END