The Stumps Long Liberty weekend 6

Author: sddvr
Title: "The Stumps" Long Liberty weekend #6
Date: 22 August 2011

Saturday Afternoon: Day 2

While has was swatting me, my entire body was buzzing, pumping and struggling against the restraints. When he finally stopped... There was this eerie quiet, some relief, but the pain was still with me. Everything was still spinning.

The Gunny came back around in front of me again. He was hard as a rock! He started rubbing my head and trying to calm me. He just rubbed his dick in my face, eventually putting it in my mouth.

“You know what to do boy. Take good care of that and maybe you won't get a whipping now.” he said quietly, but firmly.

“C'mon! You squids were made for this. This is your job. Do your fucking job!” He added.

I don't think that even understood what he was saying. I just worked on his dick until he was through. As he got closer, he held my head the way that he wanted it, until finally making me swallow it all. I was gagging and choking.

“Every bit of it! Don't waste one fucking drop of it!” He shouted.

Finally, he pulled out and slapped my face hard with it, rubbing some on my face.
Then he left me for a while.

One of the MP boys finally came in with a set of leg irons draped over his shoulder and a pair of boots and socks. He released me from the restraints. I just hung there, not wanting to move.

“Get out of there! You have a pallet of concrete blocks to move today!” he said.

“Put these on.” he said, handing me the boots and socks.

“Then I'm puttin' these leg irons on you so that you don't try anything stupid again!” he added.

“Like we're really gonna let you just run away? Fucking stupid squid!” He sneered.

Then he took me out to the yard and showed me the blocks. They were piled 4 feet high and were to be moved to the other side of the property near the north fence. It was well over 100 degrees F out there, and I still was tripping on my own feet and staggering around. This was really going to suck. It was meant to suck.

“If you aren't done moving these by the time it gets dark, Gunny's not going to be happy with either of us.” he said.

“And I'm not getting my ass whipped because you're lazy, so I'll be watching you.” he said as he picked up a strap and showed it to me in a threatening manner.

“You're gonna get hot, so there's water for you over there. Get to work!” he ordered.

Because they were very heavy, I could only lift one block at a time. Then I had to hobble across the yard, put the brick down and hobble back across the yard to do it all over again.

The MP boy, whose name was Sullivan would check on me frequently. He'd stay under an awning most of the time. He had bright red hair and fair skin, so I guessed that he didn't want to get sunburned like I was. He was in MARPAT desert cammy pants and a sage T-shirt and boots. I was working bare-assed all day in the desert, and would get my lily white ass burned to a crisp! I was already red and couldn't sit down anyway thanks to the Gunny and his straps, but I knew that the sunburn wouldn't be pleasant later. Sullivan hosed me down a couple of times, and after the initial shock, it actually felt good and I thanked him for it.

The Gunny came out in a pair of UDT's, skimpy khaki colored military swim trunks worn by Recon Marines and divers. He had a cold beer in one hand and a protein drink in another. He handed me the protein drink saying “Here's breakfast and lunch, enjoy boy”.

Then he turned on the misters, a small string of sprinklers that emit a cooling mist, used commonly in the desert, and sat down on a lounge chair to sun himself. This was of course to punish me by making me crazy.

I gulped the cool protein drink down. I was getting run down and needed the energy badly. It wasn't very satisfying and my stomach was growling for more to make up for the calories that I'd been burning moving the blocks. I could feel myself losing weight.

“Gary is coming over later to check up on you. I'd try to impress him if I was you!” he barked.

“He sent along those big butt plugs and told me that he wanted you to be able to take them, so you'll be working on that after your done here, and before he gets here.” He announced.

“I told the boys to work with you on that. Any plug that you can't take, they'll have to take.” He snickered.

“I wanted them to have some 'skin in the game' if you know what I mean! Something tells me that you'll manage to mount those dongs properly!” he said, trailing off into laughter.

I felt sick, but pressed on with the job.

The long shadows told me that the day was about done. I'd almost finished the job but still had one layer of blocks to move. Sullivan, seeing this started to help. I don't know if it was a friendly gesture or simply his own fear of getting trussed up and his own ass beat and tenderized like mine. But, with his help, we got it done.

He brought me into the barracks, unlocked my leg irons and told me to shower.

The warm water stung a little, but my aching muscles appreciated it anyway. When I came out and toweled off, I felt like a new man, but exhausted. I could have fallen asleep right there until I was handed something.

“Gunny says wear this and your boots, and go into the main house. They want you there right now!” Sullivan advised.

I looked at it and it was a rubber wrestling singlet with an open crotch and ass. I guessed that it was time for the “Plug the Sailor” show. I thought that I was going to have time to try to stretch and maybe get those plugs in before Gary got here, but I guess that the plan had changed. I put on the boots and singlet and headed for the house.


When I got there, I saw Gary and several others that I didn't recognize, all seated, talking and drinking beer. In the front of the room was a tumbling horse with a collection of large plugs and toys. All eyes were on me as they watched for my reaction. They all laughed when they saw the horror in my eyes. Immediately the Gunny came over and talked to me.

“Those look good to you Sailor? Nothing that you can't handle?” He asked with a smirk.

“Gunny, those are huge! That one on the end will rip me in half!” I cried.

“You're right! You'd probably scream right?” he sarcastically asked.

I nodded.

“We don't want that, do we gentlemen?” shaking his head as he asked the small crowd.

I thought for a few seconds that I might get off the hook for this. Until he pulled out a pecker gag and tried to put it into my mouth. I resisted. Then he grabbed my balls and squeezed until I screamed... Opening my mouth just enough for him to push it in and strap it tight around my neck.

“Great! We've solved the noise problem. Now it's time for the show!” He said in his best game show announcer style.

I looked at Gary, who ignored my pitiful look. He was just grinning.

“Gunny! You've been doing a great job of squaring my boy away! Thanks!” Gary said.

“You're right. He's a fuckup. He tried to run away this morning. Good thing that the Sheriffs around here know what to do! He was only gone 15 minutes. We just had a beer and waited.” The Gunny replied.

“He'll be staying longer than we talked about originally. He has a lot of grunt work to do around here to pay me back for his fuckups and bad attitude. He's not going to make it home on time I'm afraid.” The gunny announced.

“That's too bad for him. He was warned!” Gary answered.

“OK Boy! Grease up those dongs and then we'll get you all set up to mount them.”
Gunny said, handing me a tub of lube.

I applied it liberally to all of them. Then Gunny grabbed the lube away from me, grabbing my arms and putting restraints on them. They were fastened to a bar attached to an overhead winch. He pulled me up with the winch. I grabbed onto the bar to avoid being pulled up by my wrists and the restraints. The boys moved the tumbling horse directly underneath me and each grabbed a leg, guiding me onto the horse to be impaled by the first plug. It had a large, rounded head and I just sort of balanced on it. Even though all of my weight was on it as I came down, the thing still wouldn't seat. I could feel some movement and increasing discomfort when the gunny put a gas mask on me and strapped it tight. Then he put a paper towel soaked in poppers over the air intake. I breathed it in and felt my face getting warm and a buzz developing. Then I started to relax and immediately felt movement. The plug started slipping in, I dropped down and the plug finally seated fully. I felt relief for a moment followed by a feeling of fullness, followed by pain.

The small audience applauded. I just sat there on it, as the buzz from the poppers quickly wore off and the throbbing in my butt began in earnest.