The long Journey: Chapter 6

“This way,” barked Bert and led us to a long room set out as a dormitory, six beds on each side, well spaced out and with a locker between each. The beds were numbered and on each of them was a pile of kit and a pair of sheets and a blanket. There was also a bronze coloured metal collar, hinged in the middle totally smooth except for a tag on one side containing a half-inch hole. “First place your collar around your neck; they have been chosen to match your neck sizes given in your questionnaire so should fit smoothly. Click them into place with the hinge at the back and the tag on the right. Do they fit OK? Good; you will wear them for the duration of your stay and be aware each contains a transmitter. Now make your beds, hospital corners, and put your training gear on; then stow the rest of your gear in the locker to the right of your bed. I’ll be back in 15.”

He reappeared and found us standing in front of our lockers. “You see the cable like a bicycle lock coming out of your bed head? That’s exactly what it is. At lights out you will thread the cable through the hole in your tag and insert it into the hole in the bed head until it clicks into place. It will not be released until 6.00h. So make sure you have done your ablutions before doing this as there is a special punishment for anyone found bed-wetting. Now follow me to the mess.”

“Here is the duty rota. You’ll need to check it first thing every morning as it changes overnight.” I noticed a “4” had already been entered against meal preparation and a number “11” had been entered against cook’s assistant. “There’s where you have your meals, during which announcements will be made; breakfast at 7.00h and supper at 19.00h. “4” and “11” will report to Ahmed in the kitchen at 17.00h today for initial instruction.” With that he moved into another room with a washing machine, tumbler drier and ironing board. “Does anyone here do a good job at ironing? Good, “3”, that will be one of your routine jobs. You will all be responsible for placing your dirty clothes in that basket by 6.30h each morning. They will be washed, dried and ironed and hung on those racks for collection the same evening. Is that clear?”

“And now for something more interesting. This is the bar. Except when you are on manoeuvres you get one hour between 20.00h and 21.00h to relax – peacefully. Whoever is chosen as acting barman will be given instructions on what and how much may be dispensed. Now all except “4” and “11” report to the yard for exercises.” I made my way to the kitchen where Ahmed was waiting. He was wearing faded denim jeans which looked so good on him and white tee shirt and I think he must have seen me staring rather too long at his jeans as he yanked my head back with one hand and gave me a clip across the head with the other. “Looking where you shouldn’t could get you into serious trouble. Look at what I’m showing you or keep your eyes on my boots.” “Yes, Sir, er, Corp.” That earned me another clip. He went on to explain that provisions arrived every night for the day ahead. I could talk with my assistant. The evening meal would be a meat and potato stew or a cold meat/fish and salad both served with bread. I was also to make a crumble, sponge pudding or fruit salad to follow. Breakfast would be a fry-up etc. I was to use up all ingredients provided in the refrigerator so it was empty for the following day’s delivery. The work also included setting the table and serving the food but not clearing up afterwards. “Permission to speak, Corp.” “Yes?” “What about lunch?” “Glad you asked. That will be cheese, rolls and a piece of fruit. Coffee or tea with every meal. You now have just enough time to prepare tonight’s meal, after which you should change into mufti. Any problems send your assistant to find me.”

Fortunately all went well and I was able to join the others for dinner, getting up with my assistant to serve courses when necessary. I collapsed in the bar and was served a welcome beer and had my first opportunity to weigh up my fellow ‘campers’. All were relatively fit looking; some had crew cuts others tousled long hair; some were bearded but none stood out from the crowd. At 21.00h Bert came in and ordered us to take a quick shower, “Do your ablutions and assemble in the dormitory by 21.30h wearing undershorts only”. Then we had to lie on our beds and secure our collars as explained. Then he checked each one was secure before putting out the light and leaving with the door open. It didn’t take long to work out that the cable prevented any contact between the men in adjacent beds and with that I made myself comfortable and went out like a light.

At 6.00h a bell sounded and the restraining cable released automatically. There followed a mad scramble to shower, sort washing and have breakfast. During breakfast the boss walked in and announced the day’s programme. Starting with a compulsory hair trim (there were no razors). Number 7’s first task was to give everyone a number 2 cut with Wahl clippers – head including beard – and this would be repeated every two days. Then there would be an exercise lasting all day involving fell walking with a heavy backpack, orienteering and a packed lunch. A glorious day, fantastic views and I really missed having a camera. I went to sleep feeling contented. But it didn’t last long. I awoke with a weight on my back and a hand clasped around my mouth. The other hand groped around my body and will have noticed my erection. Next I knew, my bollocks were in a twist; it was agony but I knew better than to call out. I felt a fat cock between my legs. The spare hand went to the end of my cock and put a tissue there to protect the bed sheet and then I was entered, not roughly but forcefully. I could feel a beard against my own and some warm, moist, heavy breathing. The hand around my mouth pinched my nose and when I opened my mouth three fingers entered it. I sucked on them. How long this went on for I don’t know but eventually there was a climax and the cock was removed, I shot into the tissue, was left alone again and fell asleep instantly.

Great consternation next morning as “8” had wet his bed during the night. This meant extra beer rations for us that night. After our showers that night “8” was taken to the shower room and secured by his collar tag to the wall. We had to gather around and eject our beer over him before we went to bed. Apparently the boss and his deputies also relieved themselves and he was left there all night. The following day we were organised into two teams, taken to the woods and had a war game in the woods near the camp. The victors would get extra points for their record. Fortunately for me I was on the winning side.

There was great excitement the following day. Following lessons on map reading and self reliance we were given a relaxation break. After dinner we were to take part in a night-time exercise. We were given a map and two torches and an emergency walky-talky and ordered to strip off naked except for footwear and get into the van. We were taken to a spot marked on the map some ten miles away and ordered to get out. “Now find your way back to the camp by dawn. Be sparing with the torches or the battery will run down. In an emergency contact us with the walky-talky. Remember that your collars will tell us where you are.” And with that we were left on our own. All discipline left us; most of us had had no sex since leaving home. An orgy ensued in which I took an active part even though my bollocks still ached. I missed my night-time intruder. It had to be one of the Corps and I guessed it to be Ahmed. After a frenzied half-hour someone barked for us to set off before we lost too much time. As we made our way slowly downhill through the wood we were able to talk freely and I learned that I wasn’t the only one to have a night-time caller. Number “10” remained silent and it would be several days before we learned why.

On the seventh day I noticed a man in a brown work coat walking with a bit of a limp carrying a large bag. He came out of one door, across the courtyard and disappeared into another one. I learned he was the janitor. An older man, he had received some brain damage in a boxing match which impaired his communication although he could still carry out practical tasks. He was the one that got our food each day and did regular maintenance at the camp. I wondered why we hadn’t been told about him. By now he and Dai were the only clean shaven ones on the camp.

That night my visitor came again. He was obviously still in charge but he was more affectionate and I received kisses and cuddles as well as his cock. It had to be Ahmed, Bert was too heavy.