The Stumps Long Liberty weekend 7

Author: sddvr
Title: "The Stumps" Long Liberty weekend #7
Date: 25 August 2011

Saturday night: Day 2

The small group began to make plans for the evening as I sat there with this rubber monster inside me. My guts wanted their real-estate back and were fighting the intruding occupier by pushing at it with all available muscle power. I couldn't think of anything other than getting some relief and getting this thing out of me. The Gunny and his friends were oblivious to this, and when they finally did start paying some attention to me, they were just amused. The Gunny left the room and came back with a few things, the funnel hood and a pair of rubber locking “chastity shorts”. These were the shorts that I saw the Gunny's boy wearing at the bar the first time that I saw him. He started to put the funnel hood on me.

“Open your mouth Squidly, this is for your own good!” he commanded.

He forced the gag part of the hood into my mouth and then zipped up the hood and tightened the straps. I couldn't see any more and knew that something was coming. He poured some of his drink into the funnel and it went right down my throat. It was some kind of hard liquor and I gagged on the it, before it finally went down.

They kept talking and I could feel the buzz coming on strong. I'm not much of a drinker, so this got me feeling pretty good, pretty fast! Every once in a while, he'd put a popper soaked paper towel over the nose holes of the hood, relaxing me and making me forget the ache in my ass for a few minutes at a time, anyway.

I wasn't paying attention to what they were talking about. I couldn't concentrate that long! Apparently, we were going down to the Barracks Bar near Palm Springs, an hour away!

The Gunny took the hood off, and handed me the locking shorts, socks and boots.

“OK, Petty Officer Butt Plug. Tonight, besides the fine rubber dong in your ass, you'll also be modelling my rubber chastity shorts and some jungle boots. The shorts will be locked, so that nobody at the bar will pleasure your worthless dick and these shorts will hold your plug in place. We wouldn't want you missing out on a stretching opportunity, would we Gary?” he asked, look at Gary.

“I think that we'll bring a hood and gag just in case we have a noise problem again.” he added.

“I'm sure that the Sailor wants to do everything he can to show me what a good boy he is, right boy?” Gary said.

I know that he wanted to hear an enthusiastic “Yes SIR!” from me, but I was aching enough that I stupidly spoke up.

“I want to please you SIR. I really do, but this really hurts SIR! Can we please take it out SIR?” I cried.

This made Gary very angry and shook his head and said “Gunny. You know boys... This one still has some growing up to do. He's yours until you toughen him up and square him away. Put a hood on him. I don't even want to see his face right now!”

“It's only been a day.” Gunny said.

“Squids just don't learn as fast as Marines do. They're not as tough or motivated. It's going to take some time and work... and he won't like it at all. But he'll come around!” He answered Gary.

“That plug stays in until tomorrow!” He ordered. “Tomorrow, you get the next size up!” He said to me. “That ass isn't yours! It belongs to your Master! If he wants you to hurt, you'll hurt!”

“There are ways that we can make him forget the little ache in his butt. If he has a bigger pain somewhere else, he won't even notice the plug. I can help with that.” He told Gary.

“When we get to the bar, I'll string him up and we'll put up a little sign so that everybody knows that the boy is in training. The guys there will see the base of that plug through his shorts and I'm sure that they'll give him a little pat on the ass or butt massage. Heh, heh, heh...” The Gunny grunted.

This was really starting to sound nasty. I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, which was probably a good thing.

“Like another drink Boy? I think that you would!” one of the guys said and poured a strong one down my throat. I did need it!

The trip down the the bar was rough. There were five if us in the car, and they had me in the middle of the back seat. One of the Gunny's friends kept rubbing my dick through the latex, making me hard and crazy. He'd also give me poppers every once in a while. He seemed to enjoy manipulating me and watching the reaction. As frustrating as it was, it was a welcome distraction to the ache in my butt.

When we got to the bar, the Gunny put a pecker gag on me, and strapped it on tight.

There was a guy there giving military haircuts, some kind of fund raiser, and the Gunny decided that I needed one.

“How about giving the boy here a high and tight?” He asked the man, handing him a beer and a twenty dollar bill. “Shave the back and sides, too!”

The Gunny pushed me into the barbers chair.

“Yes SIR!” The man answered enthusiastically, and went to work. First with clippers, and then with shaving cream and a razor.

“That's a good looking boy!” the barber said when he was done and admiring his own work.

“This one need some serious discipline! He's only concerned about himself. We're working on that now!” he told the barber.

The Gunny wanted me to look and act like a proper jarhead. He was on a mission to “square the Sailor away” he'd tell anybody who'd listen. I now had my own personal USMC drill instructor. Great.

The Gunny kept me at his feet in the bar at first, pouring some beer into a dog bowl and making me lap it up. Then he finally did fasten me to a wall and put up his sign, and loudly encouraging anybody present to pat or spank my ass. I was like that for an hour or so until the crowd started to thin out and we went back up the hill to Twentynine Palms and the Gunny's home for wayward boys.

Once inside the compound, the boys took me to the brig and cuffed my hands and fastened them to a collar so that I couldn't touch myself or get out of the chastity shorts. Then they locked my in my cell and turned out the lights.
I couldn't sleep, and finally pissed myself because I couldn't get out of the shorts. It was humiliating.