By Jockboy

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.

“Shut the fuck up, you pussy frat boy. This isn’t the game you thought it was and you’re about to get more than you bargained for. Let’s see if you can man the fuck up. Or just get beaten, whipped, and shocked trying.

“I see your cock just sprang to attention, even though you don’t even know how to stand at attention yet.

“Unacceptable, pussy boy.

“Guess what? I was a USMC Drill Sergeant before I got kicked out for abusing recruits. And you college jocks disgust me. You have no discipline.”

To emphasize the point, my captor kicked me in the balls with his right boot. I still hadn’t seen his face.

I doubled over in pain and was rewarded with another jolt from the punishment collar.

“Don’t bother getting up, pussy boy. Real men get whipped and do punishment details in proper uniforms and chains. That’s after morning PT, cell inspection, and drill. And we’ll get there. But right now, here’s some more of what cocky pussy boy jocks like you are used to. Grab your ankles.”

I did and then the paddle hit. HARD.

Harder than I’ve ever taken it before. I wasn’t ordered to count out loud and didn’t. The strokes came hard and fast, but at weird intervals that kept me guessing. The guy was brutal and an expert sadist.

I gave up counting to myself at around 100. The DI paused and sneered: “Your muscles count for nothing, Mr. Quarterback. Stay in position. Cocky jocks like you need to learn real discipline form real men. Start by licking the paddle clean. It’s time you learned your place and who’s boss.”

I licked. There were a few spots of blood mixed in with my ass sweat. I licked them up.

Incredibly, I was still hard.

The DI removed my handcuffs and ordered me to stand up, interlock my fingers behind my head, and spread my legs as far my leg irons would allow. I was told to memorize the position and there would be hell to pay if my elbows ever came in front of my shoulders.

“Read the sign, pussy boy,” said the DI, pointing to the cell door.

It read:

Punishment Cell

Citadel Correctional Boot Camp

Recite Posted Regulations on Command

 

…which was enough for me to start dripping pre-cum.

“Big mistake,” said the DI. “Rule number one is that pussy boy faggot prisoners ejaculate only on command. And you need to improve your licking and swallowing skills. More about that later.

“So we’re off to a bad start. You haven’t even been issued your uniform or been chained down inside the punishment cell yet.

“But we’ll begin with ‘extra training’ downstairs in the dungeon. First comes the indoctrination during the forced workout, then the beating, then the hogtie in the cage. It’s your welcome party.

“My buddies are waiting. It’s five on one, pussy boy. And they’re a lot meaner than me. Three of them are ex-prison guards fired for brutality. The other guy is the top leather sadist on the East Coast. We may make a man of you. Or not.

“Either way, you’re going to learn training, discipline, and punishment. Above all: you’re going to learn instant obedience.

“Right now, I see you lost your hard-on without being ordered to do so. So you need to be punished. Remain in position. Don’t move a muscle. And watch those elbows.”

I got zapped again, harder than before, but was able to stay in position.

“Very good, shithead. You show some promise. But we are going to dominate you and humiliate you. Whether you end up in the hospital is up to you. We won’t kill you, just make you wish you were dead.

“Now drop, lick up your precum while doing 50 strict form push ups, and low crawl to the dungeon. It’s a long way away and you better keep your ass down if you want to avoid the barbed wire. It’s not so easy in your legs irons.

“And remember: the shock collar goes to 10. So far we’ve only gotten to 2. And the barbed wire is electrified, too.”

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank Jockboy for this story!