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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 04

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“You have only one purpose in life, you shithead pussyboy: following orders.”

“Your muscles and ego count for nothing here, Mr. D1 Quarterback. So turn your brain and ego off and learn to obey.”

“Your instant compliance to all orders is expected and required.”

“You will be punished and degraded until you get it through your puny little jockboy brain that you’re not a man and exist only to serve real men.”

“That’s what the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp is all about. Permanent behaviour modification through pain compliance and humiliation.”

“We erase your ego and manhood and turn you into the bootlicking cocksucker you were meant to be. Understood, shithead?”

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 03

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My obedience level was improving, but not fast enough to satisfy my captor, a former Marine Corps Drill Instructor who told me he hated “cocky pussy boy jocks” like me. Those were the first words out of his mouth after he overpowered me when I was out on my morning run 6 hours earlier, stripped to my practice shorts, jock, socks and running shoes.

A lot had happened since then. Now I was naked and shackled in the front leaning rest outside the punishment cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp, with a shock collar around my neck. Ahead of me was electrified barbed wire I’d have to crawl under to get to the dungeon, where I was due for a welcome beating, a forced workout and hogtie in a cage.

And all this was before my formal intake with a strip search, medical, forced shaving and haircut, and delousing.

I’d just made the mistake of dripping pre-cum without authorization — for the second time.

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 02

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“Front leaning rest NOW, shithead!” said my still unseen captor, giving me level #2 jolt from the shock collar around my neck to emphasize his point.

He’d just told me the shock collar level went to level #10. Level #1 and his talk of the punishment regimen to come had caused an unauthorized hard-on and an unauthorized pre-cum leak onto the concrete cellblock floor in front of the punishment cell.

I was in deep shit.

My conduct had earned me a trip to the basement dungeon where five of his buddies were waiting. I’d been promised an indoctrination punishment workout, a severe beating, and a hogtie in a cage.

And I hadn’t even been in-processed, shaved, strip-searched, disinfected, and issued my uniform yet. I was in a correctional boot camp whose purpose was behavior modification and instilling discipline and obedience.

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 01

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It all happened at once. The capture hood came off at the same time I was jolted with a shock from the punishment collar around my neck.

I had been manhandled and stripped in a surprise abduction 24 hours before it was scheduled, then spent hours being transported in the trunk of a car. Not a word had been spoken. I had no clothes, no money, no ID, and no phone

Now I was standing naked outside what looked like a brig cell. I was naked except for my handcuffs and leg irons. The sweat was streaming down the valley in my pecs like a river. My huge biceps and washboard, six-pack abs never seemed so useless as I screamed in pain from the electroshock.

Then I heard the words I’ll never forget from my unseen captor.

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