The Stumps Long Liberty weekend 4

Author: sddvr
Title: "The Stumps" Long Liberty weekend #4
Date: 21 August 2011

Saturday Morning:Day 2

The cell at the Gunny's Brig was more “regulation” than Gary's home made cell. Obviously the Gunny took this all very seriously. It had bars, concrete “furniture” and a steel sink/toilet combination, just like a “real brig”. I won't tell you how I know what a real brig is like.

I was lightly sleeping when the MP's used the classic, battle tested “bang the metal trash can lid with your baton” maneuver to wake me up. Once I was more or less awake, the bigger MP passed me a pair of running shoes, socks and an odd looking pair of shorts made out of leather and rubber. They looked kind of like a boxing foul protector but were longer and extended well above the waist, He said “PT time! Put this on. MOVE! NOW!” I put my legs through the leg holes and pulled the trunks up. and then put on the shoes and socks. Then once he saw that I'd complied he said “OK. Face the wall and put your hands against it. DO NOT MOVE until I tell you to!” Then he unlocked the door and came into the cell. Then he pulled the trunks up as high as they'd go, almost like he was giving me a 'wedgie' and pulled a steel cable that was laced through the upper part of the trunks taught, finally clamping it tight with a fastener on the rear. What this did was lock the trunks on so that I couldn't pull them off. I was wondering why they would go to that much trouble to keep them on me. Then he said “Outside! We're going to do some push ups, pull ups, 8 counts, We're gonna make the squid big and strong! Move your lame ass!”

Once outside, they put me at the position of Attention and we waited for the Gunny to show up. When he did, he was calm and reserved. He looked directly at me and pointed down and quietly said “Pushup Position.” I assumed the pushup position, on my hands and knees, and waited. The he said “Begin.” I started doing pushups, audibly counting off each one. He looked on, seemingly bored by the whole thing, Around one hundred I was starting to hurt and slow down. I finally failed at about 140 and the Gunny said “I didn't tell you to stop!” and pulled a small remote control out of his pocket. He slowly and ceremoniously pushed one of the buttons on the unit and sent pulsating shocks through my balls and buttcheeks. I was so surprised! I was shaking. I couldn't make it stop or get away from it! When it finally stopped they all laughed at me and the Gunny said “I didn't tell you to stop! Please continue!” and I tried to continue, then failed again. He pushed the button again. I got zapped again. I started rolling around on the ground trying to pull the fucking trunks off. I couldn't. The steel cable above my waist wouldn't let me slide them down, He kept pushing the button.

I jumped up and ran away from them and found a locked gate and started following the fence line trying to find a way out. It felt like he turned up the power or something, it was really painful. It felt like I was being kicked in the balls. My muscles moved involuntarily and pulsed, throbbed and jerked. I finally found a small opening under the fence and crawled underneath it and started running along the dirt road toward the highway. I wondered why they didn't follow me but just ran for it anyway.

When I got to the highway, a sheriffs car was parked there and he squalked his siren at me and motioned me to come over to him. He asked “So. You must be one of Gunny's boys?” I shook my head stupidly, panicked, Wondering what the right answer was... He said, “so you're not one of his cock sucking UA jarheads! That's good! Because if you were, when I push this button here, you wouldn't be happy at all.” and he held up a remote control. “On your knees, boy!” he ordered and got out of the squad car. “hands behind your back.” he added, slapping cuffs onto my wrists. Then he came around in front of me and unzipped his fly and pulled my head onto him. A few times he threatened me with pushing the button if I didn't “do a real good job” on his dick. Finally, he stood me up and put me in the back seat. “Nice outfit ya got there too, boy. I think that you stole it from the Gunny, and he's going to want It back, so... We'll just go see him now.” Then he got in the squad car and drove me back to the Gunny's ranch for wayward boys. I was so fucked!

The gate was open at the ranch like they were waiting for me. Because... They were.

The Sheriff and the Gunny walked off together and had a quiet conversation while I sat handcuffed in the back of the squad car. They'd look at me, talk some more and look at me again. I wondered what they were talking about but knew that it wasn't good.

His boys came and got me while the two of them talked and took me to one of the contraptions in the yard in front of the brig building. It was a steel frame with restraints that kept you on all fours, bent over. It held your neck, wrists, ankles and had a support and strap to keep your torso from moving. They took the cuffs off and made me get into that thing. It was a pretty vulnerable feeling and I was looking away from where the Gunny and Sheriff were talking. I heard the sheriff get into his car and drive away and awaited my fate.

They left me like that for a while. It seemed like forever. Finally the Gunny appeared in front of me and pulled up a stool. I had to strain to look up to see his face. Otherwise, all I could see was his crotch. I could clearly see him slowly unbuttoning the fly of his cammy pants, and pulling out his enormous member.

“That was a really stupid thing that you did earlier squid!” He lectured.

He was slapping my face with this semi-hard dick to punctuate his words.

“You know that it's going to cost you. You're going to hurt. You also know that your sentence has been extended.” He paused. “Gary tells me that your libo expires Tuesday. Well that's too bad, so sad, because you owe me a week of hard labor now, and knowing you, it'll be more by tomorrow.”

He continued “You might be able to get some time off for good behavior, taking care of the boys here and doing a few extra credit jobs, but you're probably fucked. I'm thinking that they'll give you a little taste of brig time and take a stripe from you. Maybe you'll be lucky. Maybe give your XO a blow job and all is forgiven... But you're going to have to get past me first. Or you don't get out of here!”

Then he got up and I felt a swat, and another, then another... until I was teary eyed, shaking and bawling. I'd never hurt like that before!