Football camp An experiment in control 3 Always the special child

Author: sddvr
Title: Football camp: An experiment in control #3 Always the special child
Date: 15 June 2011

Always the 'Special Child'...

I don't know what it is, but somehow I always get the shaft, and not in a good way. It was obvious that they were trying to trip me up at every turn, and even something as simple as taking a shower became complicated for me.

Like the others, I followed orders and shed my jumpsuit and slippers, dropping it in the basket and moving on to the room wit the stocks. This was really frightening for me as I'd lose the use of my hands. It just looked scary to me. There were rows of these things on frames, with the now familiar little yellow feet painted on the concrete floor. To keep your feet in the right place and still put your neck and wrists in the stocks required you to assume a humbling “bent over” position. I felt really vulnerable and my fears were soon justified. Once my neck and wrists were in them, a DO promptly closed the upper part of the frame trapping me and locking it. He didn't release the stock from the frame and I was stuck in that position for some time. The others were taking their showers and I was trapped there. Eventually a DO came by to see what my problem was. I explained to him that I was trapped like this and he said “I guess that you are. We'll get you loose, but you can help me test some new equipment first!” Now I was scared shitless. I couldn't see what he was up to and I knew that it would be bad.

“We have to get your jock off first.” He said. He slapped my ass with his hand and said “Oh, look at this. You're showing off! Look at the size of that plug! Moody hook you up with that one? He must figure that you like the big ones. Well, that might hurt coming out, but I'll bet that you can take it.” He unsnapped and removed the strap and started to pull. The plug wasn't coming and I was seeing stars and screaming. He grabbed an inhaler mask and put it on me. The familiar sweet smell filled my nostrils, but it was very strong this time. I began to feel very lightheaded and felt a buzzing sensation all over and began to feel like I was going to pass out. I felt warm all over and finally, with one fast and hard tug, the giant dong fell out onto the floor. I came all over the cock tube of the jock and screamed. Then the DO shouted “Fuck! Look at this fucking mess! You're cleaning it up asshole!” and he said a bunch more that I can't remember because I think that I may have passed out.

He left the room and came back with a huge rubber strap with a wooden handle, Then he said “Now you can help me with my new equipment!” and began strapping me. First on my ass, and then my legs and back. It hurt like hell and I was crying like a little baby. You can't imagine how much it hurt! He tried to get me to count, but after the fourth one, I couldn't do anything but scream and bawl. When he finally stopped, he came up behind me and rubbed my reddened butt pretending to console me. Then finally giving me one last “mega” shot on my ass. While I was just hanging there, he removed the rest of the D jock and released the stocks from the support. I was the only one who hadn't showered yet because of all this and the coach came around to find out why. Of course it was MY fault (surprise, surprise!). He noticed the huge plug on the ground and shouted at me “What is THIS shit? Get in the shower, NOW! I'll deal with you later!” I nearly fell down scrambling to get to the shower.

After a very fast shower, I went to the first cell to mount the plug and put my D jock back on. The big plug that I had before was still on the floor and I tried to figure out what to do as the Coach was angrily watching all of this. He came over with the plug and said “Missing something?” with a strange look on his face. Then he said “You can't use that one again. Besides, it hurt pretty good didn't it?” Then he pulled out an even bigger one and shouted “So we'll use THIS one instead!” and set it down in front of me. I was still locked in the stocks. He pulled me by the stocks into the exercise room and said “It's time for another horsey ride!” He set it all up and put me up there with the help of DO Moody. They put the mask on me and I don't remember what happened after that, though I was back in cell #26 with a throbbing ass locked in my D jock.

When I came to, I was hungry and weak and hurting, lying there. I heard the warning beep of the jock and then the pulsing began, but not as strong as before. I jumped to my feet and stood at attention away from the door. A meal was delivered through the slot in the door. Ever had “prison loaf”? It's a “punishment meal” served at some jails and prisons in the US for unruly prisoners to break them. It's flavorless and just fucking awful. I read about it in the newspaper once and never thought that I'd be eating it myself, but I needed my strength to get myself through whatever the fuck this hell was.