Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2018 09:25:09 +0000 From: Mat W Subject: Labour camp - part 1 As always, please support Nifty! And feedback always appreciated to mattspank74@gmail.com Labour Camp Chris Brown was in shock. He had heard of the new law, but hadn't expected it to affect him. And then he got stopped after an evening out with his mates, was breathalyzed and taken to court for being twice the legal limit. And the court sentenced him to a month in one of the new 'short sharp shock' camps. Taken out of the courtroom, Chris was taken into a small cell where two guards stood with an older guy sitting at a desk with a computer. "Strip and put your clothes in there," the older man ordered, indicating a small plastic box on the floor. Chris stared at him in shock, and the man said "Strip, or these gentlemen will do it for you." Chris looked at the guards and, reluctantly, began removing his clothes and put them in the box, looking around the room for the prison uniform he presumed he would be putting on instead. Eventually, he was standing in just his CK briefs. "Those too," the older man said. Chris blushed as he quickly pulled down n his pants, put them in the box and awkwardly covered his genitals with his hands. One of the guards stepped forward and pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed them. The second guard then came up behind Chris and Chris felt what felt like hard leather wrap around his throat. Chris realised with a jolt that he now had a collar around his neck. The guard pulled it tight and buckled it, and Chris then heard a click, and realised that a lock had closed, making it impossible for the collar to be removed without that key. The older man looked Chris up and down. He could see some of Chris's details on his screen: 25, 6'2" tall, dark hair. He typed in that Chris's hair was short and stylish, that he was slim but not muscular, that he had trimmed dark hair on his chest, and a full dark bush of pubes above an average sized penis with fairly low hanging testicles. Chris was now weighed and measured, he assumed for uniform at the camp. Having the guards measure him while he was naked was humiliating, especially when his inside led measurement was taken and the guard pressed the tape into his groin, grazing his balls as he did so. Finally, the older man seemed satisfied and, to Chris's shock and complete embarrassment, a short chain was attached to a ring on the front of the collar and he was led from the room naked and taken through the thankfully deserted corridors and then out of the back of the court. Chris was bundled into a waiting van. As he was pushed up the ramp, he could see inside, three other naked young men were already in the van, but they were not sitting in rows like prison transport in films. Rather, they were standing on tiptoes with their hands above their heads, cuffs around their wrists attached to hooks in the roof of the van. Chris's cuffs were briefly unlocked and his hands pulled up and recuffed and pulled tight so he was on his toes as well. The guard ordered Chris to open his mouth, and a hard leather ball was rammed between his teeth and he felt the strap being buckled behind his head. The guards left and the doors slammed, leaving the three young men in the dark. Periodically the doors opened again and again, and more young men were brought in and cuffed and gagged like Chris until the van was full and the prisoners were crammed tightly next to each other, their naked bodies pressed together.. Finally, the engine started and the van began to move. Chris had no real idea how long they drove for, all he knew was that it felt like forever and that by the time they finally stopped his arms were aching like hell from being held above his head for so long and from being thrown about with the movement of the van. The only consolation was that the van was so full there was limit to how much the prisoners could move. The doors were flung open and guards moved swiftly among the cargo, uncuffing and recuffing them and leading them, still gagged, out of the van. Chris's jaw was aching like his arms from being forced apart by the hard leather gag, and he longed for it to be removed and to be able to work his jaw and get some feeling back. He was also embarrassed by the drool that was dripping from the sides of his mouth which he could not control. He was led from the van to where the rest of the prisoners were standing in a line. The guard took a short chain which was attached to a ring on the back of the collar of the prisoner in front and, pulling Chris close to the prisoner in front, clipped it to the ring in the front of Chris's collar. Chris felt a chain being attached to the back of his collar and the prisoner behind was attached to his collar. The chains were very short and Chris was pressed into the back of the man in front, and could feel the heat of the man's body behind him. When all the prisoners had been taken out of the van, a guard pulled on the chain of the prisoner at the front and all the prisoners were forced to jog behind each other, the rough ground hurting their bare feet as they did so, their genitals either bouncing as they moved or, if the prisoner in front slowed down, pressed into the buttocks of the man in front. The short chain attaching Chris to the man in front meant that Chris could see very little of where they were. But he got glimpses which shocked him of naked and collared men around him. Was he going to be kept naked for the whole time he was serving this horrible and unfair sentence?