Football camp An experiment in control 5 Owned

Author: sddvr
Title: Football camp: An experiment in control #5 Owned
Date: 16 June 2011

Owned...

I guess that when I got up, the guards saw me on the camera in the cell. I was just lying there in the jock from hell, when my good friend Moody showed up. He invited me to join him for a special tour of the facility, at the end of which my coach would meet with me to discuss my disciplinary problems. I reached for the coveralls when Moody grabbed them out of my hand and said “You won't be need those. C'mon.” He handed me a set of leg irons and said “Put these on your ankles. Once I did that. He locked them on. You're dumb enough to try to run. You still haven't figured out that we own your ass, and your other pathetic parts as well. Let's move!”

He marched me past the shower area and exercise room and then past a guard station wearing only the jock. The guard posted there looked closely at me and said to Moody “This is one of the new ones?” Moody grunted in the affirmative. “His ass is pretty red, and that's a big plug for a small boy. That feel good boy?” He asked, looking at me. I just looked back at him with disgust. “How is he on his knees?” He asked Moody. Moody unzipped right there and pushed me down onto my knees and made me suck him in front of the guard and some others nearby. The guard came out from behind the watch desk and began to unzip his fly and head for me. He was stopped by Moody who said “Why don't you come by the lounge at 7. I think that Willis here is going to have a little “get acquainted session” with the staff after his coach straightens his ass out. We'll get him out of his D jock and make him a little more...uh, comfortable. He'll be spending a few hours in the frame. So, you'll see him, but he won't see you, if you know what I mean, and if I know his coach, he'll have latrine duty for a while after that. So, have a few beers!” The guard zipped back up and nodded approval. “I'm going to take him up there now to finish what I started. Catch ya later!” Moody said.

He marched me up the stairs and past some windows. I could see the practice fields and some of the buildings from there. It was the first time since being brought here that I'd seen anything outside. It had only been a couple of days, but it felt like forever. I noticed that there were teams on the field in Pads doing football drills. Now I was really confused. I assumed that I was in some kind of correctional facility or mental hospital. The biggest mysteries, for me were trying to understand why I was here and what this place is. No matter, I was being marched off to some new kind of torture, humiliation or horror.

The second floor was a big lounge area for guards and coaches. There was a bar, a small stage, chairs and tables and a big screen TV. It was empty apart from us. He told me to get on all fours up on the stage, and pulled out a metal contraption from behind a curtain. It had cuffs for my wrist and neck, and for my ankles. He told me to “get into it! Your head goes here” pointing to the center cuff. Once he locked me into it, he added some straps to make it harder to move around. Then he started patting my butt, which was still very tender from the strapping earlier. My dick was stirring, but I was still in the stupid D jock, so I was still neutered and the pressure on my dick reminded of of that. He came around in front of me and started rubbing his crotch in my face. He unzipped and told me to “Breathe it in. Get used to that smell, because I own your worthless ass, and you'll be down there a lot. You'll want to make me VERY HAPPY, because I can make you VERY UNHAPPY!”. He pulled out a strap and rubbed it across my face to make his point.

At that moment, my jock beeped. I freaked, shouting “NO! Please! No...” and the pain started.
I violently jerked around still trapped in the frame. Moody got on his radio and got it shut down, but not before I was shaking and sobbing. It turns out that my coach couldn't find me anywhere and used this method to locate me. It was like getting paged, but a lot more painful. Moody told the coach to come to the lounge. He just kept me in the frame. He didn't say a word while we waited. He just rubbed has crotch on my face and held my head against himself. A few minutes passed before the coach came up the stairs.

“So. What's the situation with Mr Willis, or should I say Lance Corporal Willis? I keep hearing bad things.” The coach said. I was really confused now. I'd been out of the corps for 6 months, and the fact that I was USMC had nothing to do with football. Moody answered “He's a red case, and has been a real handful, and a fuckup. You really need that?” Moody said. “Has he been through medical and psych yet?” The coach asked. Moody answered “This one barely made it to the showers! So, No. He hasn't been through medical yet. You want me to do that? We're keeping him?” Keeping him? Huh? My head was spinning. I had no idea what the fuck was going on at all now. “Well.” the coach said “We think that he got misidentified at his bus pickup the other day or just pissed off his transport crew, and they did a little 'fuck-fuck' trick on him. Heh! I'd say that they ruined his day. It looks like in 48 hours they've made him a lot more pliable and fixed it so that you can drive a logging truck through his asshole!” They both laughed and looked at me. The coach said “When you're done with him...” The coach made an obscene hand gesture suggesting oral sex. “Take him through medical. Keep him as a red for now. But let me know how it goes. If he's what we're looking for, we need to get his training started, right away. OK?” With that, the coach left and Moody's BDU pants came off. You can guess the rest.