Tried my hand at writing my own since M/M is so hard to find. Let me know what you think.

“Name?” A slightly annoyed Sergeant asked. “Simmons. Uh Jason Simmons” Lt. Simmons stumbled. It was his first fitness test in the Air Force. He was worried because he’s guidance came out that strongly encouraged getting max points, and he wasn’t a runner. “Take this number and form up out by the track”. Simmons took his number. 069. He walked to the side doors of the fitness center and stopped to look at the new score sheets on the wall. He was 29, so he had to run a mile and a half in less than 9 minutes. There was no way. “This is the aerobic portion of the fitness test. I STRONGLY recommend you push your hardest. You need to complete 6 laps on the track for time. 3. 2. 1. Go” Simmons started off. He was not even 100 feet down the track when he started feeling winded. First lap- 1:32. Not bad. Keep it up. Second lap - 3:56. Shit. Not going to max out. Third lap- 5:24. Fourth lap- 8:01. Fifth lap 10:17. Finally the finish line. 12:42. It’s still a pass. But not max. Who cares right? A pass is a pass.

Later that day Simmons was called in by his commander. Lt. Col Stark was in his 40s, salt and pepper hair, and ripped. “Simmons! What is this 12:42 BS? New guidance came out. I’m going to have to refer you to the new Human Performance office at the fitness center. They’ll get you taken care of”

The next morning, at 0600 sharp Simmons reported to the HP office. “Lt. Simmons? Nice to meet you, I’m Airman Leonard. I’m one of the HP techs here. Let’s get you evaluated. I’ll need you to change into this gown.”

Gown? That’s weird. Maybe it’s like a some sore of doctor or physical therapist?

“Also, here’s a razor. The new guidance requires anyone scoring below the max be completely clean shaven. It helps with wind resistance I guess? You have 20 minutes. Don’t be late”

Simmons was confused, but complied and went into the little room and completely clean shaved his body.

“Lt. Simmons? I’m Sgt Howell. I’ll be performing your exam today. One of the metrics we test for is testosterone levels for under performers. And we have some new therapies to help boost if you’re low”

Simmons had wondered about his testosterone levels. Let’s see what they are.

“Ok. I’m going to put on this blindfold and use a machine on your genitals. It might feel cold but it’s the most accurate test”

Simmons was mortified that an enlisted was going to touch his freshly shaven balls. And Sgt Howell didn’t waste any time. “Ok. All finished”

Simmons felt a constrained. He took off the blindfold and looked down to find a chastity cage locked on his cock. “What the fuck is this?”

“Sorry LT, we aren’t supposed to tell you beforehand. Under performers are required to be locked in chastity and undergo alpha therapy to get their skills back up.”

“What? No! Give me that key!” “No can do sir. I keep the keys”. Sgt Howell lifted up his shirt to reveal a chiseled abdomen and a pair of dog tags hanging with 6 keys”

“This is just from this week. See, I maxed my PT test. I’m an alpha. You sir, are a beta. Your first therapy session is to go workout with the spec ops guys. Studies show testosterone rubs off and you’ll be in good hands there. You start next Monday. Enjoy!”

Simmons waited a week for his therapy to start. At 0700 Monday morning he reported to the spec ops squadron and walked in. “PT fail? Hit the locker room” an annoyed 1SG told him. Simmons found the locker room and walked in. There were 14 spec ops guys in the locker room changing into PT gear. He’d never seen so much muscle in one room before. They guys were laughing and poking fun. “Hey fail! What are you waiting for? We start PT with naked push-ups every day”

N-n-naked? Naked push-ups? No. This can’t be. They will see my cage. I’m already leaking precum like crazy.

SWIPE!

Paul came up behind Simmons and yanked his shorts down. He wasn’t wearing underwear because of the burning from his cage. The locker room fell silent.

“Alright listen up! You all have met Lt. Simmons by now. He is the first participant in the DoDs new fitness program. Anyone who scores below the maximum is forced into chastity in order to build up their testosterone and stamina. I’m trusting all of you will take great care of Simmons” the commander said as he smirked and left the locker room.

“Forced chastity? Do you have a girlfriend? What does she think?”

“Y-y-yes. I do. She’s been gone for work. I haven’t told her yet”

Paul walked over and grabbed Simmons tiny cage and said “we have ourselves a little bitch slave boys. LT, you are going to lay down on your back and open your mouth while each of us does 20 naked pushups with our cocks going in your mouth. And we go chest to deck so I hope you don’t have a gag reflex”

WHAM! Simmons was knocked to the floor. Kyle was up first. He was a black guy. Solid muscle. And had an 8 inch soft uncut cock hanging. “Open wide sissy bitch”

Simmons did as he was told. As the black cock dropped into his throat he tried not to gag. 19…20…

“Evan…you’re up” followed by the rest of the guys.

“Simmons! You did great. But you need your dose of testosterone. Pick one of us and we are going to fuck your throat until we cum. And you’re gonna swallow it all”

Simmons looked around in a daze. “Umm. Number 6”

Tyler was number 6.

Tyler lifted Simmons on to a locker room bench and hung his head over the edge and went to town face fucking Simmons. They guys all laughed at the precum leaking from his cage. Tyler finally blew his load and shoved his cock down Simmons throat ensuring he swallowed every drop.

“Hurry up. Get to PT. We are running today and it’s hot”

The group app went outside and Simmons learned he’d be running a 10K with the guys. The last one back had cleaning duty. Shit. And they are off. The guys took off sprinting in ranger panties, their muscles glistening in sweat.

Simmons was indeed, the last one back.

“Bad news guys. The water is turned off for pipe maintenance. And we have a meeting with top brass in an hour so figure out a way to not stink for the love of god”

“I have an idea” Paul said “Simmons, you need more man musk. You’re going to use your tongue to lick everyone’s armpits and balls clean. Understood?”

“Yes sir” Simmons replied

Yes sir? What was happening? He felt so submissive. Looking at all these massive cocks and his was caged inside a device that was maybe 2 inches long.

The guys lined up and Simmons approached Jason first. Jason lifted his left arm and with his right, slammed Simmons face into his pit. “Get to licking, bitch”

There was something erotic about the smell of a mans armpit. It smelled amazing and tasted even better.

After the left, Simmons willingly licked the right clean and dropped to his knees and licked Jason’s balls and shaft clean.

Once the whole team was clean, they left for the meeting.

“Room, TENCH-HUT” Everyone in the room snapped to attention as the Colonel walked in.

“Seats please….IF you maxed your PT score that is”

Simmons looked around. He was the only one standing.

“Lt. Simmons, front and center”

Simmons hurried up front to the Colonel

“As you all know, new DoD guidance states that all who perform below the maximum on fitness tests will be placed in enforced chastity until they can max their score. However, there are a few caveats. Each under performer will be assigned a wingman or battle buddy who will live with them and ensure the proper protocol is being performed at all times. We cannot hold keys to chastity belts, so your battle buddy will hold the key until we give them permission to unlock you after a maximum fitness score”

“Since Simmons is our first failure- by a big margin- his wingman is going to be Danny”

Danny smirked and rubbed his hands together.

Danny was Mexican and Puerto Rican he was 6’3, 215 lbs of solid muscle, had a nice ass and massive arms.

What? Danny is coming home with me? My wife gets home tonight. We were going to f—- I don’t even have a guest bed.

“Don’t you worry little bitch. I’ll take the bed, you can have the couch. And I’ve seen your wife around. She’s smoking hot.