(Fiction) It was my mistake that caused us to loose against the other battalion, a humiliation for the general leading our base. The battalion here was then given a choice:
100 with the whip for everyone for every day of the coming month, 1 year no time off with 18 hour labor daily and half rations only on food, or come up with a harsh humiliating punishment for me that i will not forget for the rest of my life, the only limits there being permanent damage and death, they had one hour to let the general know.
I was not part of the discussions they made, it did take them almost the entire hour. Finally i was grabbed from the cell i was kept waiting and brought out to the square, all 50 of my fellow comrades standing there in attention, i wal places in the humiliating stocks in the middle of the square, the general then read out the sentence:
two rows will be formed, each with 25 of my comrades, one in front of my head, one behind my butt.
first one in each row then begins fucking my mouth or respectively butt.
once finished by shooting their load inside me, they will join the opposite queue at the back, while the next in rows perform the same fuck of my front and back.
this will remain an ongoing rotation until each of them emptied two loads in either hole of mine.
after that i am to become the lackey of one of them for an entire month, repeating this until i served each of them a full month, again, the only limit about what they use me for is permanent damages and death. The order in which i am to serve is determined by age, oldest first all down tot he youngest as last one.
every end of the month in service to one of them will repeat the getting fucked both ends in the stocks with two loads each end be everyone.
punishment ends with a final fuck punishment after the 50th month served.
refuse or complain about this sentence,
disobey the one in charge at any of those months,
hesitate performing given tasks or following given orders,
not swallow or keep every load received during the monthly fuck punishment in the stocks during the entire ordeal,
be subject to any form of complaint on performance or behave between now and the end of the ordeal 50 months from now,
then i will be thrown into the hole underneath the latrine, chains welded on, become part of the divisions latrine installation for the next 50 years.
For me it is not a choice, one sentence is 50 months, but if i wasn't going along and giving my best throughout it, the only alternative on the plate for me is 50 years, even if neither of them will at any time ever be forgotten by me for sure.
So i sighed massively while waiting in those stocks for them to start forming the two rows for a fist of many times… Twice in each hole, that's going to be 100 loads to swallow and 100 to get up my butt, i'll be in pain throughout but also sore for days after, and who knows what i will then have to be, do or endure in the month after, until the whole repeats and i am given to the next in line for a month, and repeat that until the end…
My knees started shaking thinking about it, but i knew i had not really a choice, there was nothing and nobody protecting me from this ordeal, here in our country the general has the absolute power within his division. Then i felt the first dick push into my butt while the first one was brutally shoved into my mouth and both started fucking…
We're in month 50 now, i have served the entire sentence with the best of my abilities shown at all times, the guys, former my comrades, by now no longer seeing me as one of theirs but truly seeing, talking to or treating me as the lowest of all, far beneath each and every of them, tomorrow will be the last time in those stocks…
I was just finished cleaning the boots of the youngest of them, the last one to have me that month, but also as it turned out the meanest of all, i had suffered often, a lot, in many ways, but never as much as this last month. I was dead exhausted, got barely any sleep from all the orders he gave me and all the predicaments he forced me into.
Reporting back to him then, he made me kiss his feet as every time i was in front of him, then he told me:
'I have no other choice, i am deeply disappointed, you clearly have disobeyed me when i told you to clean my boots, they are dirty as hell.'
he showed me a dirt pair then, explaining tose were his… whatever i cleaned were not his boots, so… i fucked up.
'As you know, only one failure and the general will have you punished with the 50 year latrine installation. So as much as you think you suffered and hoped to 'finally' have made it… it's not going to happen.
So tomorrow, once you're locked into the stocks, i will report this complaint to the general. There is however a way to prevent me from reporting this, that is if you beat me to it and request to talk to the general the moment you're locked into those stocks, and once he listens, you can beg him… you can request that the fuck-session tomorrow is not the end of the sentence, but just another stepping stone on the path to redemption, because you have realized that you still require this punishment, the time served was not enough to be appropriate or the shame you brought upon him, and therefor you beg him to let us judge your redemption, let us choose when your sentence is served sufficiently, until then the rotations would just repeat continued as they were.
We all know he will not even hesitate and accept that request, for you then, well… after tomorrow the difference will be whether you are going to be installed into the latrines for the coming 50 years or are being assigned to our eldest again for the coming month…
You see, we all actually decided on that, most of us will serve here until retirement, the few who aren't will regularly be replaced, but that makes little difference to you. All the others also prefer to see you continue the current sentence, but will just as well confirm your disobedience that i will report otherwise. You're not going out free, the question is just in what way you will sped the rest of your time until you retire, as you were the last 50 months or installed chained into those latrines.
Now get out there and stand in attention in front of those stocks for the rest of the evening and night. That way you can focus on what tomorrow will be the place to make a choice…
That image you look at here… it's me just having announced my request to the general, who did indeed not even hesitate but confirm that to be continuing indefinite until the guys choose otherwise.
My head is up, i am not giving in, i made that choice, i do not like it at all, but the alternative is a certain no, thinking just then to myself: 'common guys, i got 100 loads to swallow and another 100 to take up my butt, lets get going.
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