Brad woke to the sound of an alarm ringing. The noise coming from the dorm speaker reverberated off the walls reminiscent of an emergency vehicle speeding down a narrow city street. Bouncing off the walls and alerting everyone it was time to wake.
"Ten minutes to gym class," screeched the early morning announcement.
Brad began to rise slowly still not fully awake when the discomfort of his new device reminded him of his predicament. It was morning and he had the typical morning stiffness, but this was not a typical morning for sure. He strained against his cage, which only added to the pain from the still sore piercing, but he had to get up, he had to relieve himself.
As Brad got up out of bed, and headed towards the bathroom, the fact he was naked in a room full of other men didn't even cross his mind. He was too concerned with his tenderness, to worry about the other men seeing his situation. The embarrassment didn't hit him, until he attempted to relieve himself as he normally would. He stood at the toilet to pee but his stream was broken by his new piercing and shot all over the floor and side of the bowel. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and saw that a few of the other men were sitting down. He realized that was the solution to his dilemma and quickly sat, hoping no one would realize what he had done. Brad did his business and got up ready to get dressed.
Brad was taking his cue from the other men, who were going to their lockers, and getting their clothes for the day, as he went over and opened it up. There it was a pair of tan shorts and a green bikini top hanging in the locker, staring back at him.
What the hell, he thought." I'm not a woman."
`Then he thought back to the conversation the night before. Both the stern lecture Nick had given as well as the wishful feelings Brooke had expressed. Brad decided if all these other guys can wear this so can I, and he wanted nothing more than to make Brooke happy. Giving this his best effort was what she wanted and dam it that is what he was going to do, give it his best effort. The other men were getting help with tying the top on from each other and so Brad turned and asked the man next to him for help.
"Sure ten." The other man responded to the request.
Brad thought it was weird even the men in here referred to each other by their number and not their names.
"Thanks nine. " Brad responded, as he finished adjusting the top.
It felt weird wearing a woman's bikini top, and now he was trying to adjust his caged member in a pair of shorts that where way too short and way too tight.
The bathroom was abuzz with men brushing their teeth, getting dressed and ready for the day and Brad was trying to keep up. It was all new to him but he was committed to trying to do his best. The first of the men were done and heading out into the brisk morning air. Brad hurried and followed the rest of the guys as they hurried out of the dorm and started jogging.
Brad was doing his best to keep up with the rest of the men as they jogged around the lake, when they finally arrived at a clearing on the far end of the water.
The men began to line up in rows and stood arm's length away from each other as they looked forward to a short haired man standing on a rock in the front of the group.
"Ok ladies let's get started." Announced the instructor.
This guy looked like a drill sergeant and sounded like one too. For the next half hour or so they went through a series of calisthenics and stretches that had Brad realizing how out of shape he really was.
"That's it ladies get your ass moving." He Yelled.
Brad followed as everyone started off again jogging. For what seemed like the next hour Brad tried his best to keep up with the group as they hurried the rest of the way around the lake, arriving back at the resort. Brad followed along as the whole group filed their way into the cantina area where they were allowed to sit.
"Ten, rite?" the man who had helped him with his top this morning asked.
"Uh yeah, nine right?" Brad responded as the two sat together at an empty table.
The two men sat down and were served, by another group of men dressed the same as they had been the night before at dinner service. Brad and nine ate their breakfast consisting of an English muffin, grapes and a few slices of cheese, while they made small talk.
"So how long have you been staying here at Pine Lake?" Brad asked, nine.
"Well it's been about a week for me I guess. It's kind of hard to keep track here to be honest. I know I'm moving to the next grade today, so that's good."
"The next grade," Brad enquired, questioning what that meant.
"Yeah that's what they call it. It's the next step in our relationship training. The first step is changing your views of your relationship. Learning to stop the "blame game" and instead looking at the relationship as a process involving both partners."
Brad sat there listening to nine, hoping to get a better understanding of what was going on here and what was in store for him in the future.
"I saw you this morning having trouble with your cage. Must be new,"
"Uh yeah," Brad responded uncomfortable knowing nine had noticed.
"Well you will get used to it, I got used to mine." Nine said with an air of confidence in his voice.
Brad was shocked, he hadn't noticed nine had a cage on, but then again he was trying not to look at the other men walking around naked this morning.
"It helped me a lot to understand my role with Ma'am and how I fit into the relationship. I'm sure it will help you focus on your relationship as it has me. I was a little concerned at first but I have to say it really is a big help for me."
