Football camp An experiment in control 2

Author: sddvr
Title: Football camp: An experiment in control Day TWO
Date: 14 June 2011

What the hell is going on?

After my command performance with Officer Moody, I did find myself inside Cell #26. It wasn't a cell with bars like you see in the movies, but rather a 8 x 8 foot concrete block room with a concrete floor, a metal toilet and sink, and a mattress on a block. There was a tiny window and a slot in the door. I was definitely confined, but why and by whom?

I began to watch through the tiny window in the door, watching the hallway for any activity that could help me understand what was going on. I was dressed in red beltless coveralls over my D jock, with slippers on my feet. For hours, I saw nobody and just bounced back and for the between my bunk and the door, getting a little claustrophobic. I couldn't tell what time or day it was.

Finally, some movement. I could see 2 guards and a third guy in Marine camouflage utilities. But I could only see the back of his head. One of the guards noticed me, and the others all turned and looked at me. The Marine, an officer quickly turned away as if to hide his face. I couldn't read his name, but he wore Captains Bars. The guards started shouting at me “Face the wall! Hands against the wall! Do it!”. It all happened so fast. Why would there be Marines here? After they left,

I started watching the hallway again. After a while, I saw one of the other “red wristband” prisoners from the bus being brought to his cell by Officer Moody and another guard. When they saw me Moody got pissed and reached for his radio. He keyed it, and rattled off some numbers and then I heard that high pitched beep again. Just as I recognized the sound and as I was about to panic the pain came, bringing me to my knees. Waves of pain came over and over until I was bent over sick. When It finally stopped I just stayed on the ground where I collapsed earlier.

The lights went out, and I slowly moved up to the mattress and assumed the fetal position and faded off to sleep. I woke several times through the night as because of the D Jock. I couldn't even have “morning wood” with this fucking thing on. I started to pull at it but it beeped and then the pain came again and so did Moody. This time he had a “present” for me. It was the rear plug and strap for the D jock. I began to plead with him to give me another chance. In a fit of desperation, I even asked if I could service him then and there. That's all that I had to offer or bargain with. He paused and then told me to unzip him and start. I did. I felt sick, gagging on him, which he liked. He'd grab my temples with his big hands and pull me toward him, holding me there. Slapping me on the head every once in a while to remind me what he liked and didn't. After he was done, he said “Look at me! Now I understand that you don't want this thing up your ass, right?” Showing me the plug. “OK. I won't use this thing on you. You're a Marine, right?” I nodded, looking up at him. “So, I won't insult you by putting this up your ass and strapping it in there. You deserve better than that, right? OK! So, We'll use this instead!” He pulled out a frighteningly bigger plug and began pouring lube onto it. “This might take some work to get it up in there, but we got all night! And you know that you want to show me that you can take this like a man, like a Marine.” He bent me over the mattress and pushed the plug but it never made it all way in.

“You're not tryin'! He shouted. C'mon!” he said as he opened the cell door and drug me along to “the exercise room”. Where he placed the monster plug on to of a tumbling horse. It was modified specially for this use it appeared, with a bracket to hold the base of the plug. He grabbed a pair of leg irons and said “Up you go! Get up on that horse now!” There was a bar above it and I used that to hold myself up above the plug. He promptly put the leg irons on me so that I couldn't get off the horse.

My choices were do one big long pull up and keep myself from being impaled by the monster plug, which I couldn't do forever or to slowly mount the thing, or let it mount me or whatever... Moody just stood there with his huge meaty arms folded, waiting for me to fail, and send the rubber monster home. Where he would strap it in for the night. There would be no sleeping.

A few more guards came in to watch the fun. “Is this his first 'horsey ride'?” one asked. Another barked “Can you shut him up? He's making a lot of noise, and I can't hear the TV!”. With that, Moody opened a cabinet and pulled out a pecker gag, put it in front of me and said “Asshole! Open up!” I started to beg again and he said “You want some real pain?” Holding up his radio. I dutifully opened my mouth. He said “Suck on it! Pretend that it's mine!” and strapped it around my head, quieting me. I wiggled and impaled myself on the huge rubber dong for several hours until the entire thing finally lurched to a stop inside me. I ached and moaned, cried really, into the gag while the guards watched the TV freak show on Jerry Springer and ate doritos.

When the show was over I was hanging there, limp. And he put the retaining strap in place.
The irons came off and they dragged me back to cell 26, dumping me like a bag of fertilizer on the mattress. Then the door slammed shut, and the lights went out.