On my application for the first Men of Discipline (MOD) Bootcamp in 1996, I requested to be the General's doggie boy for the long weekend at Valinor Farms. No mention of my request was made until the second day of Bootcamp. This, the original story in its original format, was the beginning of a MOD tradition, the General's Doggie Boy contest, which is still conducted on the first night of Bootcamp.
i was sitting in the hot jacuzzi, stewing in the steaming,
bubbly water, pissed at myself for always having such high
expectations. i mean, the sling was hanging, the stakes were set
in the fields, the restraints were hanging from the trees, but no
one was using them. Well, at least, they were not being used on
me.
It was only the second day of boot camp, and i was already
an impatient bitch in heat. Couldn't help but think that i
should have just gone off to the woods, stripped, clamped my
tits, pissed all over myself and did my own scene. You know,
tied a rope to a branch and made a noose out of the other end,
fitted the noose around my torso, covered myself with piss and syrup,
one of the men found the note in the kitchen telling them to come get
me. Oh well, maybe later if something else doesn't
happen....something's gotta happen soon...i can't cook another
meal without a good working over first....
The sliding glass door suddenly opens and the Major General strides
in wearing only his jock and boots. "Fuck, what does he want?" i
thought to myself. Probably gonna hear about his lover again -
pissin and moanin cause i hit his pretty cock too hard with the
fuckin baseball bat during that combat game. Maybe i should have
kissed His succulent mancock when He showed it too me...too late
now i thought...
All of a sudden, a studded collar glides along the floor and
stops right in front of me. i look up and see Him scowling,
pointing at the collar and then pointing at his boots.
Ummmmm....i think i am in trouble now....
"Pick it up with your teeth and crawl over to my feet,
Menchanko". i was stunned and a little worried. i mean, i
didn't have to get that pissy this morning...
i bend over, pick up the collar with my teeth and start to
crawl. He takes the collar from my teeth and quickly places it
on my neck. i lick His boots as He fits a hood over my head, and
attaches a leash to the collar. He pulls the chain and i begin
the longest crawl in my life.
Through the mess hall and out the back door he drags me. i
hear footsteps and the chatter of the other guys....i think to
myself, "Guess they are all gonna watch this...." He stops and i
lick His boots some more -- waiting for His orders - wishin it
was his hooded Latin cock. "SIR, may the boy make a request
SIR?" He leans over, grunts "Yes, boy", and i ask him: "SIR,
the boy requests that the General whip him with the yellow
baseball bat, SIR. i'm sorry for hurting His beautiful cock SIR.
Please, SIR." He growls, closes the zipper over my mouth so i
can't say another word, and says He will think about it.....
"Let's go, Menchanko!" The leash pulls me through the grass
as i try to keep up with Him as we move down hill. He's gonna
hang me from that tree where i watched him flog His fuckin hot
lover the day before....
We stop. i hear about six different voices...and i keep
wondering who is there and what is gonna happen to me. Perhaps
the gang bang that i said i wanted on the boot camp application?
Probably not. Certainly not an interrogation scene. Maybe just
punishment for being such a whimpering little bitch?
"Stand up, raise your hands, wrists up." Those fancy
leather wrist restraints are fitted over my little hands. "Raise
your hands above your head". Two sets of hands attach the rings
to the board. my feet are kicked apart and restraints are fitted
to my ankles. my legs are pulled further apart as each ankle is
attached to stakes in the ground. i drop my head and wait for
the snap of a whip, but hear the sound of the winch instead. Slowly i am
pulled taunt until my big toe is the only contact with the
ground, and then that slips away....
"Go with it", i tell myself, and concentrate on breathing
deeply and keeping myself calm....maybe they are just gonna leave
me here for the bugs to work me over! "Yeah, right!" i say to
myself trying to laugh....waiting....and waiting...trying to
listen to them whispering to each other through the fuckin hood.
It is hot, sweat is beading on my face and i am getting thirsty.
What to expect? Are they all gonna punch the fuck outa my abs
and back? Maybe just flog me? Did anybody bring a bullwhip?
Maybe they found my electrical kit? Well, at least there isn't a
fire and nobody smokes cigars, so burning my tits and navel is
out of the equation.... my mind was swirling with all kinds of
ideas as to what these kinky fuckers had in store for me...
Maybe the General was gonna take over and just whip me all over
with that baseball bat....
Suddenly, i feel His hot breath on my neck. i'm ready for
the touch a Master. The Major General slaps my back slowly at
first, and then harder and harder. His fists are pounding my
back as my body floats in the restraints....He is getting me
ready for a heavy beating...
Someone is in front of me, i can hear chains dangling, and
then feel the cool metal around my cock and balls. "Is this what
You wanted, little pig boy?" It's my Brother in initiation. i
can only imagine what He is doing to my cock and balls --
wondering where his beloved knife is. i can only hope that i
don't scream, whimper and cry as much as Him! Little Fucker,
probably knows what i am thinking too....oh, well, maybe i
should've let Him beat my ass when He wanted to instead of being
so cocky, Ummmmm....payback time....
The beating on my back stops. Every second seems like an
eternity as i wonder what will be first. Then it hits, the kiss
of the whip. A hiss in the air and bam, the cat lands on my
right shoulder blade....another hiss, a stronger blow, and fire
emanates from my other blade....another kiss, and another, i
breathe harder, another hiss of the whip and a deep groan rattles
from my chest as i feel His power strike me....a slow methodical
pace....hiss after hiss of His whip....my entire back is afire
now....
The whipping stops. i feel His heat on my back as He slowly
rubs his fingers over the rising welts. my Brother yanks at the
chain around my cock and laughs. "Did he just tie a bucket or
boot to those chains?", i ask myself. So i automatically swivel
my hips to move the container back and forth -- like i've done so
many times before -- waiting for the next weight to be dropped
in....a heavy tug pulls at my cock and balls.... Little Fucker is
dropping more weights in....sure wish someone would stroke my
cock and get it hard, but i guess i'm not supposed to be enjoying
this torture too much....i'm just grateful they haven't tied
anything to my prince albert...yet....
i can feel the sweat dripping from my pits and trickling
down my face. my lips are parched. i lift my head to say "SIR,
may the boy have something to drink SIR?" but realize that the
hood is muffling my voice. my Brother yells into my ear "What do
you want, pig boy?" So i repeat myself yelling into the hood, my
throat crackling with thirst. He tries to pour some beer into
the small hood opening, but most of it pours down my hairy chest.
"More food for the bugs" i think to myself as i feel the bites on
my legs sting from the streaming sweat....A waft of smoke is
forced through the hood...a hit of pot to help me enjoy my ordeal
and take me over the edge...
i stretch my fingers in the mitts trying to get some blood
flow when the first pang bursts across my ass. my body jumps and
my ass pushes out waiting for the next lash. It swiftly follows,
one after the other, as i wonder who is the Master of this
torment. i can't identify anyone's body odor because of the hood
and no one was talking. i desperately want to know whose power
is taking me, but can't figure it out, so i just close my eyes
and submit to it....lash after lash until my butt is charged with
electricity. i forget about the pain in my stretched fingers,
the burning welts on my back, and the stinging bug bites, as i
concentrate all my energy on receiving each and every lash...
The stinging lash is replaced with the jolt of cold beer
being poured on my aching butt. i am so thirsty i want to suck
the cold, frothy beer into me through my butthole, but finally
moan "SIR, may the boy have some SIR?" The Major General opens
the mouth zipper saying, "Menchanko, want something to drink,
boy?" i stick my tongue out, moisten my lips, suck in some fresh
air and wait for the cold beer to flow...
i eagerly suck the fluid down, wondering why its so warm,
when He laughs and laughs, pouring more and more of his piss down
my gullet. The beer can is just about empty now. Some of the
brew is entering the hood - i can feel it dripping down my neck
and a stream of piss running down my cock and balls. Most of the
piss just streams down my steaming torso...."What a waste" i
think to myself and smile....
The rest period isn't long cause before i finish licking the
piss off my lips, my body is experiencing another sensation. Pin
pricks are racing up and down my legs, close into my balls -
whatever it is -- one of those chinese accupunture sticks with
the circle of pins at the tip, or maybe just a stick? -- it hurts
so good. my muscles ache. All i can feel is the stinging
prick -- and all i can think about is that hot fuckin set of
Pricks waiting behind me.
The pin pricks are quickly replaced by the heavy thwat of a
flogger crisscrossing my hot ass. i wish i could see it in a
mirror -- the flexing abs, bulging biceps, dripping sweat, the
snap of the wrist, the wave of the whip and the fierce contact
with the welted butt. i squint my eyes to read the image on the
back of my eyelids -- His bulging crotch, sweat trickling down
his navel and streaming into his expanding jock, the head
pressing against the yellowed mesh -- with each crack of the
whip, each moan that escapes my lips, each jump of my quivering
ass -- His mancock thickens, swells, pulses in the tightening
fabric. "Hit me harder SIR, let me see Your fucking Cock rip
through that jock SIR!" flashes in my mind. i know He is getting
hard -- i've watched His sadistic hooded cock grow and grow with
every moan before.
The flogging becomes more intense with each violent lash.
my mind is whirling now...the image of His Manliness fades away
and the Black Hole rises in my consciousness...it always appears,
a yellowish corona flickering around a dilating Hole...it's my
rosebud -- the boy is hankering to get fucked now. "Sure wish
Joel (my guest for the weekend) would shove his huge cock up my
quivering, burning butthole and flog me like he has done so many
times before". The Black Hole is really pulsing now, i can feel
my fuckin pussy getting moist, its aching for mancock....how much
longer will He beat me?....in my delirium i want to scream out
"Fuck me, SIR"...
But the flogging abruptly stops. The Black Hole vanishes as
His big hands inspect His handiwork....a soft caress of each
blistered cheek...and then a swift slap...i just moan, hang my
head to the side, and dangle in the restraints trying to make
contact with the ground once again. As i wonder if a puddle of
sweat and piss has formed underneath me, i hear the cry of the
winch and my torso is slowly lowered...i can feel each and every
throbbing muscle in my arms and back. Many hands work in unison
to unhook the wrist restraints from the wood. Someone is rubbing
my hands and arms as other hands unleash my ankles...."maybe its
all over?" i think to myself...and then i try to remember if i
ever screamed...
Someone pushes me back a few steps...my leg muscles revolt
but i keep on moving until i'm told to drop to the ground. i
fall on my knees, place my head on the ground and shove my
sweltering ass out, hoping that a fat mancock will pierce my
dripping butthole and burst the fiery pain in my ass. No such
luck. The Major General orders me to lay flat on the ground as
hands grab each limb and secure me to stakes in the ground. i
hear some giggling as my Brother in initiation laughingly says
that They are going to leave me here for the bugs. Ummmm... a
much needed break in the action...
i can feel the rays of the hot sun massaging the welts on my
back and ass....the hood is a blastfurnace ...sweat is trickling
down my spine and gathering in the small of my back...bugs are
crawling on my arms and legs...i try to shake them off, but just
agitate myself the more, getting myself hotter and sweatier, and
finally resolve to savor the experience....wondering if red ants
will be attracted by the beer-sweat-piss-soaked hood and start
crawling inside for a real torment..."How long will they leave me
this way?" i mumble over and over to myself wondering what will
be the next test...
i finally nod off, images of "A Man Named Horse" flickering
in my head, seeing the shimmer of his glistening muscles as he is
left to bake in the sun - or was it by a campfire? my confused
mind doesn't care as it embraces the solitude of bondage and
replays every masochistic fantasy that has erupted in my
consciousness...
The faint noise of footsteps and chatting slowly filters
into my brain and awakens me to my pain-filled reality. i lick
my lips to quench my thirst -- hoping that my tormentors brought
me something cool to drink. Boots crunch the grass in front of
my head. "Thirsty, boy?". i nod my head repeatedly, sticking my
tongue out to wet my lips, and finally try to shout "YES SIR". i
wait for the cool fluid to slake my thirst only to feel a stream
of hot piss splash on my tongue. my pig mouth stretches wide to
gulp down the forceful stream hoping not to lose a single drop
and anger the Major General or His lover, the General. i
greedily swallow the stream remembering the fuckin sexy look of
the General in the heat of anger. The veins popping out of His
shaved head -- the flinching muscles, glowering eyes, scowling
lips -- sure wish he'd focus that anger through His pretty cock
and rape my ass someday. i continue to nurse on the Mancock
before me, feeling the piss slowly streaming underneath my
chest - realizing that i'm probably losing more of the sweet brew
than drinking it...
A hot jab at my butthole...what is it? Then i feel the
fiery stream flowing on my hole...my butt instantly raises to get
closer and stay with the steady flow, my fingers clutch at the
grass, tearing it out of the ground as the piss incites my
clenching butthole to beg for cock...the stream weakens and
finally stops, my mind screams for more as i start to pout for
hard throbbing cocks in the privacy of my black hood...
Another stream and i pull at the restraints, my butt eagerly
postures itself for manpiss, my fingers dig into the ground....as
i cry to myself, over and over again, "Feed me, SIRS". I feel
the rush of humiliation knowing that every Man of Discipline will
spray His juice on me. They can tell i want it -- that i need
it. i let my mind float back into a state of bliss as i ponder
what they must be thinking...only to hear my Brother tell me that
they are ALL there, and some guests too! All of em, watching my
butt greedily clenching its cheeks for more....listening to my
hungry moans for brew....seeing me wallow in piss and loving
every minute of it....i can't help myself but snort over and over
again as each man drizzles me with his juice...
i am in such a heightened state of bliss that i can't even
tell what is happening to me...all i sense is a shower of piss on
my back and butt...is it one spray or two?....where is He
standing? When are Sean and Pat gonna baptize me with their piss
- i know they will do it together - hot fuckers - waited for
their piss all night Saturday - i don't care -- all i feel is
the flow of piss around my torso and legs...and all i can think
of is Cock shooting its golden water deep inside me...
The flow stops. It's over. As i'm waiting to see what will
happen next, breathing in the stench of piss, and laughing at
myself for being such a pig, hands grip my hands and ankles and
begin to set me free. Someone tells me to sit up on my haunches
like a dog, and as i jump into position thinking about a nice
warm shower and relaxing sit in the jacuzzi, i realize that they
are not done with me yet. Fuck. What else can they possibly do?
Ice cold water gushes over me shocking my senses. i jump up
off my haunches and begin to laugh, basking in the puddle of
water -- totally amazed at the intense pleasure coursing through
my body like so many electrical charges. The electricity
dwindles as i hear their giddy laughter and focus once again on
my submission. my Brother unsnaps the blindfold and a shocking
flash of white sunlight burns my eyes. i can't see, squint,
still can't see, and finally close my eyes. my brother pulls the
chain leash, the collar cuts into my neck as i start to get up.
A swift push forward and my Brother yells: "O.K., Menchanko, get
up and keep your eyes closed. i follow Him, stumbling around,
and finally open my eyes to notice that He has taken me down to
the dip in the forest where the human-spun spider web hangs
between two trees. "You got your eyes open? Menchanko?" i
quickly close my eyes and yell out "Sorry, SIR. Forgot, SIR".
He snaps on the blindfold and orders me to drop to my knees and
crawl like a doggie boy. i crawl and crawl, trying to gingerly
lower each knee to avoid the stones and rocks, remembering how i
wanted to be the General's doggie boy this weekend. "Sure wish
it was the General leading me around instead of this boy. Well,
it adds to the humiliation of it all", i think to myself.
Game time. Someone tells me to crawl towards the voices
that i hear and to follow the instructions of whomever gives
them. "This way, pig boy. Turn right." i hesitate, turn right
and crawl. "Hey, you fuckin pig, get your ass over here." i
turn to the left and crawl. "Turn around, Menchanko". i dart
around, crawl and listen for another voice. "Turn to your right,
piggy." To the right i turn and crawl and crawl. "Veer left.
left", then another voice chimes in, "Go slightly to the right".
my knees are sore...and i'm too tired to think about rocks....but
i keep crawling, the sun cooking my back, sweat running down my
face...
"Stop! Get up, pig boy". Hands grab both hand and raise
them up....Maybe they've tired of their little game and they're
taking my restraints off....time to call it quits....but, alas,
i'm pulled forward and feel the spreader board with my fingers as
they clip the restraints into place... i arch my back, and
display my lats, hoping they'll flog me there...and wait, and
wait.. Smack. The sting of a flogger bites into my ass. my chest
deflates, and my shoulders push out as my butt checks lift and
tense, waiting for the next blow... Smack. It's not the Major
General -- not hard enough. i briefly wonder who it is before my
mind shifts its attention to the kiss of the whip. i clamp my
eyes shut, tell myself to embrace each lash, and wait for the
Black Hole to once again appear and guide me through the pain
into bliss...
Thud after thud sears my ass....i can feel the fiery heat
lapping at my butthole as the expanding Black Hole blinks before
my mind's eye...my ass checks flex, my butthole sparks, as i
concentrate on the cadence of the beating blackness -- in perfect
rhythm with the flail of the flogger. Lash after lash. my butthole
drips. All i want is cock...
Those hands seize my arms, and move to release the
restraints. i drop to my knees. i don't know what i am doing.
Someone says to relax, so i drop my forehead to the ground and
clutch my legs, resting my head on the ground -- my rosy butt
smiling at the Sun. The Black Hole is gone, yet my mind is far
away, maybe my mind fell in the throbbing Hole? i don't know. i
don't know anything now, except that i am Theirs...
The crunch of boots on the grass. Someone is behind me
again. Whoever it is, He says something to me. i think He
wants my ass, so i push it out and wait...wait for cock...but its
the lash, again, over and over, pounding my butt...i know it must
be beet red by now...just fuck me...harder and harder the lashes
fall...each stroke penetrates deeper and deeper...
"Menchanko, three good stripes. O.K. Menchanko?" As i
wait, i can only wonder how much harder they can get...Smack...i
think, "Thank You SIR"....did i say it, too?...Smack...a jolt of
pain races through my right check and pierces my butthole..."Take
me SIR" flashes in my mind....Smack...it hurts...it hurts too
good...should i ask for more?....i can't...
i'm ready to do anything for Him...i want to lick His
boots...i want to nurse on His cock...i can feel his fingers
tracing the welts on my ass...is He smiling?...is His cock poking
over the top of his jock?..."Please, SIR"...
The collar jabs my neck as i'm gently pulled forward. Time
to start crawling again...being the General's doggie boy...the
smile of contentment spreads across my face as i race to keep up
with Him...
i fell the jangle of my leash and realize its being given to
someone else. Fuck. Now who is it? A hard tug on the leash and
i hear his now familiar voice: "Crawl, pig boy". It's the boy
again, my Brother. Little Fucker has me running on my knees
after Him...then, to top off my humiliation, he tells me to crawl
on the grass like a snake...it's too much, i start to laugh to
myself and do what i am told...and start hissing like a snake:
"Hissss, Hisssss, Hisssss"...He keeps on taunting me just like a
badger taunts a snake until we get up the hill and i feel the
jangle of the leash again....
The Major General takes back the leash, has me get up on my
legs, and walks me through a sliding door...its the mess hall
door, i think...and he slowly leads me through another door...i
have no idea where i am at until i hear the squeak of the iron
gate and know its the gym..."Get up into the sling, boy"...i jump
into the sling, ease myself back, spread my legs, wrap each leg
around the chains and wait.....wait for His fuckin hot
cock...remembering the times He had fucked me before...wanting
Him deep inside me once again...
i hear a mechanical purr...and then feel a vibrator rubbing
over my cock and balls, it burns my prince albert, and i start
thrashing in the sling...up and down it moves...and then it
stops...so i enter deeper into my mind - into the hall of
memories - and think about His and His lover's cock exploding all
over my chest...the feel of His piss gurgling down my throat...He
always fed me His piss once He came...
my fantasy is interrupted by the sound of a drill...what the
fuck? A power drill? His fingers force a glob of crisco up my
ass, and the power drill races...Rrrrrrr....Rrrrrrrrr....i don't
know what to expect until it parts the lips of my butt...i ease
myself down onto the power-driven dildo and try to suck it up
into me...wishing it were His cock, wanting it to be His cock,
hoping it would become His cock....Rrrrrrrr....Rrrrrrrr...it goes
on and on...how far can it go? It slows down....the smell of a
burning motor in the air...i laugh saying to myself "i didn't
burn out his power drill did i????"
The drill is replaced by his gloved fingers digging
deeper and deeper into my butt...i want some poppers...His fist
is so fucking big...but i try to relax and take it in...i can
hear someone in the background...must be the General jacking
off - watching....His fingers slide further into my butt...i wish
it wasn't so tight, i want Him in me...gotta have Him in
me...."take me, take me" is all i keep thinking...
A groan fills the air. The hand leaves me empty. i lay
waiting as i hear them talking. The blindfold is removed and i
see the General wiping up His pearly cum...i want to lick his
jism off the floor but my butt is paralyzed....The Major General
points to the streaks of cum and smiles: "He came all over the
place, boy....He got off, boy".
The hood is lifted to reveal my blackened head, dripping
with piss and sweat, my glazed eyes sparkling, my beaming smile
confirming my bliss-filled state. The collar is removed. The
bad boy hopes he can kiss it, content in his submission, ecstatic
from Their discipline, and grateful for Their skilled abuse.
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