Summer Intern Chapter 11

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Summer Intern Chapter 11
Date: 09 April 2015

Summer Intern Chapter 11

I was unpainted when I lost my first Fast Panning game, garbed only in metal and sandals. As I noted previously, the intern who panned the least gold was strung up upside down on a huge boulder. There was a lot of tension while our timed gold pannings were measured out. When I was determined the loser, I cooperated by walking the kilometer or so upstream in the dry wash and allowing myself to be bound to the rock. The alternative to cooperation was to be made to walk to and from the rock without sandals, and to be left strung up for a highly extended time. The strong incentive was to cooperate.

As in the Game of the Five Ropes, the loser was made sufficiently uncomfortable during his loser’s experience that he wouldn’t want a repeat. This practice assured that we would get the maximum exercise from the game. I lay down in front of the boulder and submitted meekly to having ropes tied around each ankle, then assisting with my free hands as I was pulled up the boulder. My free hands allowed me to avoid scraping my back and ass on the boulder as I was raised up, and made it easier for the guys at the top. I was reluctant to give my wrists over to bondage, but had no choice. I knew and dreaded what was coming, a stoning of my steel-enclosed manhood with serious shock to my balls, and an hour in the nipple clamps.

The two on top pulled my legs apart and fastened them to the ironwork Welder had assembled during the earlier panning sessions. The ropes on my wrists were fastened to widely-spaced stakes in the ground. Once I was in the full upside-down spread-eagle, Supervisor put a metal helmet over my head to protect from the stones. If I had not been cooperative, I would have stayed on the rock with nipple clamps in place until I pissed. The urine would trickle down into the helmet, and I would be left to smell and taste until I was released. I did not select the uncooperative option.

There was no worse part. The stoning, with up to one-kilogram rocks, rang the bell on the cup and transferred the shock to the balls that were squeezed into contact with the cock ring, the cock cage and the cup. The ricocheting rocks sometimes rang the helmet as well. When that was over, the helmet came off and my nipples got clamped, and the five plus Welder and Supervisor departed down the canyon and out of sight. I was left to suffer upside down, in pain, helpless, and at the mercy of any wild animals that might come by. I loved it.

My time alone on the rock gave me some time to think things over. I’m not a deep or subtle thinker like Weeper, and my thoughts were simple. “I hadn’t seen a dick in recent memory.” “My tits hurt bad, when will they release me?” “I think I heard a coyote.” “My ass feels great.” When they came to release me I welcomed the unclamping although I cried out from the pain. I wanted to stay on the rock a little longer. I wanted desperately to cum upside down and spread eagled. I didn’t get my wish. “Perhaps we could schedule a reunion,” I thought.

In the 61 days of internship, there was surprisingly little idle time. There is no Internet or television or even radio in the Panamint Valley, and we didn’t have access to equipment anyway. We were kept busy with games, grooming, exercise, and sometimes with physical training.

Sometimes at lunchtime, Control would discuss post-internship actions, at first dealing with the $35,000. He claimed he had set up individual bank accounts on which we could draw the Monday after. He advised any intern with student loans to pay off the loans immediately with this money as it could be made tax free. Otherwise a tax form plus a tax payment might be required. A few weeks later at our naked, collared/harnessed/chastitied picnic in Ridgecrest where we could get online, he completed the account setup and we provided the legal data and passwords. I paid off 80 percent of my loans.

Another time he told us that we would be able to keep the harnesses and jocks, which Welder would modify with a chain collar and detachment points. At the time, I wanted to ditch all the metal and never again have my cock and balls restrained, compressed, restricted and otherwise abused. I am now glad I kept it all as I found use for it later both indoors and out, and in public places.

The torture on Ming’s cross increased the sixth week. It resulted in some reluctance to advance to the cross voluntarily when it was my turn, but I always overcame this fear. After being strung up tight on the gleaming tubular X, electrodes were taped to either side of my nipples, and the usual connections made to my dick and nuts. The electronic juice hit the nipples first until I cried out in agony. I had my choice of pulling my chest inwards to try getting away from the pain, or thrust it out in defiance. I pushed my nips out and drank in the pain. God damn, I’m glad I have nips.

Ming then activated the cock stimulator and the cock-versus-ball feedback circuit. My focus went south to the groin as my agony increased. It didn’t take long to shoot. When I did my whole body was involved in the ejaculation, every muscle trying to finish the complete emptying of my man fluids.

When the feedback circuit detected that the ejaculation was finished, the cock-and-ball electronics were turned off but the nipple electrodes kept working. My focus came back up to my chest. I tried to keep up the pushed-out pecs, but I just hung limp on the cross and accepted a few extra seconds of agonizing tit torture. I then joined the growing pile of spent Spartans outside the Laboratory.

That night Control lined us up outside for an inspection. I was still a little weak from the earlier extremes of pain and pleasure, and swayed a little while standing. Control tapped our cups, tested our nipples, and ran his hands over our bodies as usual. He seemed pleased with the increasing musculature of all six interns. As for the nipples, mine were still numb from the latest semen release saga, and I barely felt Control’s conductivity measurement.

Control then told us that we had the option of a field trip to Ridgecrest. We could access the Internet to finalize our compensation bank accounts as well as get some supplies for Welder at a home improvement store. Otherwise, we would need to arrange the financial arrangements after the internships had ended. Cook would prepare a picnic that we would consume in xxxxx Park, a public park. We would visit the Home Depot store to get material for Welder to modify our harnesses so we could take them home.

Prancing around in public wearing only our metal gear seemed ridiculous as I first heard Control describe it. If my water polo team ever found out, they could make it very difficult for me. As Control continued, however, we would have a “cover story” as well as leather skirts that provided some critical cover. As I found out later, these skirts as well as Roman sandals are commonly found in costume shops and online. To add to the cover story and to make sure we were not individually and easily identifiable, we would have to shave our heads. We would decide that night. If we decided to go on the field trip, we would prepare the following morning after breakfast.

Weeper convinced us all to go. He wanted to set in stone the compensation, and that was strong-enough reasoning for the rest of us. The field trip would be our first evidence that we were actually undergoing an internship rather than an internment. Americans of Japanese ancestry that were forced into internment camps (one of which was only about 115 kilometers from the Panamint Valley) probably did not have any field trips.

I had another reason. It would also give us an opportunity to show off our increasing muscular harnessed bodies and perhaps get some reaction. I was getting more and more relaxed with faggothood. I got excited about the concept of walking through Home Depot in my collar and with my pecs pushing ostentatiously out of their chains. Still, I was nervous about the whole thing.

I understand that the security video is shown at Home Depot employee parties across the country.