It was late on a Saturday morning. I had slept in after a late night drinking at the enlisted club on base. I was in the shower down the hall from my room in the barracks. It was a large communal shower, but because of the hour, I had the entire bathroom to myself. I was soaping down my nether regions and feeling randy because pretty much any attention paid to my penis made it spring to attention. I had to limit the number of times I shook I after taking a piss, lest I develop a woody. Since I was alone, I decided I would indulge in a wank. Even if someone did come in to use the restroom, the risk was low that they'd head into the shower.
I began to imagine a fantasy girl from one of the men's magazines I kept stashed under my mattress. I had plenty of slippery suds and was feeling like a man in charge of his woman. All seven inches of my cock was quite hard and giving its all to my fantasy pussy.
"You're in violation of Article 134 of the UCMJ sailor," said a stern female voice at the shower entrance. I looked over to see a not unattractive ensign with a cute seaman apprentice holding a clipboard in tow. It put me over the edge. I shot my wad in repeated jets several feet across the shower.
"Nice!" said the seaman apprentice appreciatively.
The Uniform Code of Military Justice was the US Military's version of the Constitution. In fact, for those in the military, it superseded the Constitution. Article 134 was a catch-all article that made any conduct that could bring discredit upon the armed forces not specifically listed in other articles a crime. Wanking in a public place, which was what the communal bathroom was considered, was covered.
"Seaman Miller, restrain this man's hands behind his back. We are taking him into custody."
"But ma'am," I objected, thinking that this was getting out of hand.
"Silence!" she ordered. "You are not to speak unless spoken to. You will answer directly and append the word 'ma'am' to your answer. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am," I answered as seaman Miller fastened a zip tie around my wrists. It was at that moment that I realized I was in much more trouble than I imagined possible.
"Clean him up, Miller" the ensign ordered, tossing her my towel, "and use that cord you have to secure the prisoner."
"Yes ma'am," Miller answered with more enthusiasm than I thought the situation warranted.
Miller knelt in front of me and took the head of my penis, which still had semen dripping from it, into her mouth. She pretended to dry me with the towel, but we all knew what was really going on.
An unfortunate side affect of intense stimulation of the glans after orgasm is an uncontrollable urge to urinate. Miller's practiced tongue fell under the category of intense stimulation. The resulting jet of piss sputtered out of her mouth and, upon her release of my cock, all down the front of her dungarees.
"Nice going, Miller," the Ensign said dryly. "Tie the cord."
Miller didn't look angry when tied the cord around my cock and balls. Her face was flush and she appeared to be turned on. The way she was fondling me with that rope was starting to turn me on, too. It surprised me that she so readily complied with the Ensign's orders. Clearly what was going on was not normal, but I was in no position to argue as Miller finished tying my leash around my genitals.
"Can we stop by the barracks so I can change?" Miller asked hopefully.
"I suppose," the Ensign replied. "It's on the way." Miller brightened and hung my towel back on the hook.
They turned to leave and it occurred to me that the towel would be a very useful accessory given my current state of undress. "Ma'am?" I asked taking a step forward. WHACK! Echoed off the shower walls as the Ensign smacked me squarely across the face.
"I did not give you permission to speak," she said coldly. "Let's go," she said to Miller.
We made our way down the hall, down two flights of stairs to the first floor. We made it to the lounge where there were a few people watching TV. I didn't see anyone I knew, but a chorus of hoots erupted as they noticed me, naked as a jaybird, being led around by my cock.
"Next person to make a sound ends up in the same situation," the Ensign said icily. Instant silence.
We left to walk down the street to the female barracks. At least the weather was nice. It was probably in the lower eighties with a gentle breeze. I trailed behind Seaman Apprentice Miller, careful not to maintain plenty of slack in the lead. Miller had a cute face, as I'd already mentioned, and a pear-shaped figure not altogether unattractive. If her figure had been a little more balanced on top, she would be pretty hot, I thought. Still, her butt didn't look bad in those Navy dungarees. Very few women looked good in Navy dungarees. Thinking along these lines, plus a combination of the gentle breeze and my unfettered genitals, the cord notwithstanding, made my cock spring to life. And that life added synergy to my arousal so that, by the time we arrived at the female barracks, my cock was painfully erect.
"Take your time," the Ensign said to Miller as we entered the female barracks. It was a carbon copy of the male barracks. The entrance opened to a large lounge where residents could lounge, play games, and watch television. Miller handed my leash to the Ensign and went up the stairwell.
