The Stumps Long Liberty weekend 2

Author: sddvr
Title: "The Stumps" Long Liberty weekend #2
Date: 29 July 2011

I woke to the sound of a loud buzzer and the overhead light in my eyes. The door was unlocked and he shouted "You'd better be in your PT uniform!" as I was jumping out of bed and slipping it on. "Not good enough!" he said "get to the bench and assume the position!". I ran to it and knelt down finally bending over and putting my wrists near the restraints. He fastened them on and then strapped my knees down. Then he grabbed a leather weightlifting kidney belt and strapped it around me so that I was firmly fixed to the bench and my ass couldn't move at all. Then he gave me a nasty slap with a paddle, then another in the same spot, then another until I was starting to break down already because of the pain. The he came around and told me to open my mouth. He inserted a rubber boxing mouth guard. Then He picked up a large strap and showed it to me, on the handle it read "Louisiana Prison strap" and he went behind me. I heard nothing, then a quick rushing sound followed by a "whaaap!" and intense pain on my left butt cheek. Then the same happened on my right. I saw stars and was shaking. Next he started working on my balls with some kind of small slapper until I was trying to move any way that I could.

Then he released the straps. I didn't move. I was just shaking and crying. Until he said "The last 5 minutes came out of your run time. MOVE!" and I launched out of the room in into the twilight. It was a little after 5 AM and the sky in the East was glowing. The sun would be up soon. It was a bit cold and I only had the latex thong on and my boots. The thong barely covered my dick and balls and it didn't matter anyway as the clear outlines of my hardware would be clear to anybody who looked. It did NOT cover up my ass cheeks as it just had a thin strap that covered the asscrack. It was very humiliating to wear in public. I was glad that few people would be up to see the spectacle. I ran fast to warm up and get this over as quickly as possible. A couple of the houses on the dirt road to the highway had motion sensors that turned on bright security lights as I passed. This was disconcerting, but I quickly ran past them. Then as the highway came into view, a Sheriffs car made the turn down the street. I hoped that somehow they'd ignore me. My hopes were dashed as their spotlight illuminated me completely. Then they came on the PA system "Nice ass Marine! Is that for sale or rent? I'd love to deliver you to base security like that!" I sheepishly answered, "No Sir. Just going for a little morning run." The car door opened and the officer stepped out and snapped a picture before I knew what was going on. "They'll love this at the station!" he said and got back in the car and drove off, leaving me in the dust. I was pissed that he assumed that I was a Marine (I'm a Sailor), but decided to let it go, especially since he was already gone. I continued up the road trying to make up for the time lost. Finally, I reached the gate, opened it and closed it behind me locking the padlock. I ran inside and heard "41 minutes. Penalty! Latrine duty tonight!" I wasn't sure what this meant but knew that it wasn't good. "Continue! He barked.

I jumped up to the pull-up bar and started, easily doing 15 decent pull ups before it started getting more difficult. I struggled through my required 25 and dropped down, quickly assuming push up position. I got a bit of rest before starting and got to about 90 before my arms were shaky enough to fail, which they finally did, at about 105. "Penalty!" he announced. "Spanking bench! Assume the position!" he shouted. I climbed onto it and he strapped my in as before when the phone rang. "Saved by the bell!" I thought as he answered the phone in the other room. He talked for a few minutes and then I heard him hang up before returning to the room. "We have some guests coming over and they have graciously offered to help me with my chores, which at the moment means making your ass so that you can't sit down for a while. We can take turns until you're the right color and texture. They're also bring your latrine duty uniform over as you'll need it tonight." He said, matter of factly.

"When they get here, I'll get the door. You just stay comfortable where you are. We'll join you soon." he said. "Cute". I thought.

I was like that for 45 minutes or so until I heard a car honk outside. Then he ran outside to open the gate and let his guests in. I could see in the mirror that he was wearing chaps and a harness and boots. This was going to get serious.

He came in following his guests, they were a couple of big guys. Together they retired to the living room and I heard them talking for a while until the subject of "your soldier" come up. They were talking about me. I couldn't hear everything, but they were talking about me. Then they came into the room. I could see that one was in a CHP uniform and the other a leather motor cop uniform. The leather cop started massaging my cock and balls, enjoying the response. I was really beginning to enjoy the stimulation. Then he said "So he's got a little discipline problem? Don't they keep them in line in the military these days?" Then he squeezed my balls hard and let go. Then he started slapping them with the little slapper paddle. He did it fast and hard. I started to get turned on by it for a minute, nearly cumming until the pain began to feel like an electric shock. Then I was crying again. If you haven't had this done to you, you can't imagine the pain and endorphin rush. The helpless feeling makes you feel like a bad little boy and then a wild animal as you struggle hard against the restraints to get away or protect yourself.

They took turns with the strap and every implement in the room until I was red or bruised on every exposed part of my body. I lost rack of time going through various stages of panic and even some pleasure. I was sweating, hungry and thirsty, spent and exhausted, just lying there. Finally they released me and I just lay on my side on the floor. My back side was too tender to sit or lie on and would be for a while.

The CHP cop brought a box into the room and said "Here's what you'll wear for latrine duty tonight. Try it on and we'll make sure that it all works." I still had no idea what this was all about, but started pulling things out of the box. First was a pair of rubber boots, and then a rubber suit, but with no arms. Finally, a molded rubber hood with a funnel attached to it. I was beginning to see what would likely be happening. The hood had a gag plug that fits in the wearers mouth that is connected to the funnel, in other words, the wearer drinks whatever goes into the funnel. The suit keeps the wearer from doing anything about it. I put the suit on slowly and gingerly and then the cop zipped it up, trapping me inside. He put the boots on me and then started with the hood, positioning it so that the gag was in my mouth and the eye and hose holes lined up with my eyes and nose. Then he put a blind fold and on me over the hood. Next he fastened a wide rubber collar around my neck and fastened me upright to a post. Next I felt liquid rushing into my mouth and started to choke and gag on it. He said "Relax. I thought that you could use a beer!" and poured the whole thing into the funnel while slapping my crotch. In my state, it got me drunk almost instantly.

The cops were built and buff. Together they lifted me up and took me to a van, throwing me down on a pile of blankets in the back. Everybody got in and we drove off. I had no idea where we were going.