The Stumps Long Liberty weekend 1

Author: sddvr
Title: "The Stumps" Long Liberty weekend #1
Date: 28 July 2011

With a long weekend coming up I'd be able to make the trip. It was about 3.5 hours there by car from the base, but it seemed like another planet to me. His place was far from everything, Quiet and spartan. He had a couple of acres in the high desert about 25 miles from a large Marine base. I often thought that it was because he liked Marines. I guess that he did. He had pictures of them around the house. He'd drive around town snapping pictures of Marines doing everything from talking on the payphone at Mc Donalds to running around town doing some PT (Physical Training). His pictures were often very artistic. He had a good eye and chose his subjects well, with or without their permission. I still have some of them. They remind me of a place and time when I was more innocent, with a hope to become more worldly and guilty.

His place was at the end of a long, rough dirt road off the highway. As you drove, the rough washboard road forced you to slow down and kicked up a huge amount of dust. You'd take it to the end and turn right and there were two houses out there. His, which was well fenced, and another owned by an odd old couple who kept to themselves. The area was sparsely populated by a mix of eccentrics and drug addicts. There were retired Marines, freaky bikers, and odd old people who loved the quiet and the desert nights, or perhaps the absence of law enforcement. Cell phones didn't work out there. There was no TV and the only internet was dial up, when the phones worked. When there, I was truly "off the grid" in a place where "no one could hear you scream".

I was always fascinated, scared and excited to go up there. There might be pain, humiliation, excitement, extacy, disgust... I never knew what might happen when I surrendered control once I pulled into the compound and locked the gate behind me. Once that was done, I was committed for... well as long as he wanted. It seemed like the perfect place to be controlled and helpless. I always told him when I needed to report back, and he always complied. Of course I always complied. I was a good boy. Sometimes he'd mess with me a little. Scare me with talk of marks or crazy haircuts or shaving my crotch or whatever. He knew that those things would be a big problem for me, possibly even getting me kicked out or put into the brig. Sometimes he'd scare me, but he never put me in actual danger.

As Friday got closer, I'd think about the trip more often. I'd be getting hornier too, as I wasn't allowed any kind of sex for two weeks before a visit. After a week, I could think of little else. On the trip North to the desert, I'd be hard most of the way there so I'd get gas at the Exchange gas station before getting on the freeway.
I'd also usually get some food at a drive through on the way there since I never knew when I might eat again and I would always need the energy. Sometimes he'd have hard physical work for me to do and other times he'd PT me to failure. He liked to see and smell me sweat.

When I got there, it would just be getting dark and I'd still be in uniform since I came directly from work. I also think that he liked that. I think that he liked the idea of controlling a military guy. He was a radical nonconformist and didn't like the idea of me belonging to Uncle Sam, but it also seemed to fascinate him. It probably made me seem like more of an object, which, strangely I liked, I can't explain why.

This trip was a 4 day weekend. The Holiday was on Tuesday and we got the preceeding Monday off too. I was able to leave at lunchtime on Friday. Everybody cleared out once the CO left. I was on I-15 headed north before the traffic got heavy. After the long drive on the familiar desert highways and finally through the small military town, I was finally on the old highway and watching for landmarks and the sign that marked the dirt road to his place. Once I saw it, I'd slow down to make the left turn. I still had a few minutes to change my mind, or to relax, or to panic. Finally at the end of the road, I made the right turn toward his property. The lock on the gate was left open for me and I stopped the truck to open the heavy sliding gate. Then I pulled my truck inside the fence to my designated parking spot and struggled to close the gate and lock the padlock. The click of the lock signaled the end of my freedom.

There was no sound or acknowledgement of my presence from the house. Nobody came out to greet me, but I knew that he was aware of my arrival. I did what I was told in the email he sent earlier in the week. I opened the door and stripped except for my boots and jock, depositing my cammies into the box by the door, and kneeling down and facing the door. This allowed him to inspect and restrain me easily. This time he handcuffed me, locking my hands behind my back. Then he put a hood on me that blocked my vision and dulled my hearing. Then he led me to his bedroom and removed the handcuffs, taking each wrist and then my ankles and fastening leather restraints onto them, then attaching them to chains. He tightened the chains to the bedframe so that I was kind of a big "X". I couldn't move and I struggled for a while. I think that he was letting me calm down. My imagination really began to run wild and my hardon was prominent. He let me stew there for a while, maybe 30 minutes, I lost track of time altogether.

Still no sound. But he grabbed my balls and tightened his hand around them, then I supplied the sound. He held them there and finally wrapped a strap around them and fastened them to another line tied to the bedframe. Then he left me again. I could hear him listening to classical music in the other room. Periodically, he'd come in and increase the tension on my balls and tease my dick. One time I made some noises as the pain was starting to be a problem. He put a finger into my mouth and I began to suck. Then he replaced it with a cock gag and strapped it into place. A few times he repeatedly slapped my balls until I couldn't take the pain as it was so intense, then he'd hold my head next to him and comfort me while I cried.

I felt him doing something with my left tit and then some pretty intense pain, followed by the same treatment on the right one. I later learned that he had a device called an 'elastrator', which was used to castrate rams and goats by installing a strong rubber band around their scrotum, cutting off circulation to the balls. After a few days they would shrivel up and fall off. He didn't do that to me, but he did put the tough little bands on my tits which was a pretty intense feeling.

He played with me like that for a while, saying nothing and keeping me restrained until finally he disconnected the chains and removed the restraints but he did keep the hood on. He walked me to another room in the rear of the house that I'd never seen before. I heard him open the door and then he pushed me toward a bunk against the wall of the room, sat me down and left, locking the steel door behind him. Then I heard "You can take off your hood boy. Tomorrow is a work day. Your instructions are on the door. Lights out in 5 minutes."

It took me a few minutes to get the hood off and I peeled the elastrator bands off of my burning disfigured tits, and once I had, I looked around at my accomodations, or rather my cell. The room was small. The walls were concrete block painted a light green. There was a bunk, toilet and sink. There was a bare light bulb on the ceiling and no switch. Finally, I saw an orange jumpsuit hanging on a hook next to the door, screened onto it were the words "INMATE San Bernardino County". Underneath that was a small zip lock bag labelled "PT Uniform". It contained a latex thong. This was going to be interesting.

Taped to the door was a printed page with a full days schedule on it. It was complete down to the minute and read:
0500 Physical Training - Timed run to highway 4 miles wearing authorized PT uniform - Time allowed without penalty 36 minutes
0540 Physical Training - Pullups 25 without rest -
0545 Physical Training - Pushups timed - 120 pushups without rest -
0550 Physical Training - Report to spanking bench, strip and assume the position - Count swats and remain until released
0600 Medical - Enema and anal inspection
0620 Medical - Anal training - Prisoner will wear #4 plug and harness with chastity cage for his workday
0700 Inspection - Prisoner will appear for inspection at back door in Uniform of the Day (Jumpsuit)
0705 Work assignment - Dig four foot hole and bury plastic rubbermaid tub in it
0900 Work Assignment - Clean Swimming pool
0930 Work Assignment - Move trash cans close to gate and empty all compund trash cans
1000 Physical Training - Report to spanking bench, strip and assume the position - Count and remain until released
1030 Lunch -

There was more, but the the lights went off! I felt my way to the bunk and drifted off to sleep.