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Hey Guys... I'm new here... working on writing a story just for fun. This is actually the fantansy that I imagine to help me go to sleep at night and I thought it would be fun to just get it in writing and share with people. I haven't finished yet year, nowhere near (actually I may never finish it becase it's an ongoing thing), but this is what I have so far. There's no sex yet, I haven't gotten that far... but corproal punishment will be a big part of it for anyone who is into that. There may not be any actual sex, but definitely forced masterbation under bondage with post cum torture.
As I stared across the courtyard at the line of inmates awaiting to discover their fate, I couldn’t help but wonder which one would be mine. Twenty-three young men stood in a row, shoulder to shoulder, completely naked, their hands cuffed behind their backs. We counselors stood directly across from them in a line of our own, but we were fully clothed, and none of us were wearing bracelets. Some of the inmates looked terrified as they stared back at us, no doubt wondering which of us would be their master as earnestly as we wondered which of them would be our boy for the next 3 weeks. We all had the names of our boys, so we could call them forward when the time came, but we had no idea which of the boys in the line across from us was ours.
Erik, the president of the camp, approached the podium in the center of the courtyard and began the same introductory speech that he has made every arrival day for the last 5 years. I’ve been here since the beginning, so I had his speech memorized verbatim by now. He started, “Inmates, welcome to Camp David! We are the only camp for young gay prisoners in the state and we have been in continuous operation for the last 5 years. Remember that successful completion of the program will result in you getting 6 months off your sentence. The waiting list for this program is 2 years long, so you should all count yourselves lucky to have been accepted. You are about to be matched with your counselors. I will call the name of a counselor and then they will approach and call the name of their boy. When your name is called, you may walk up to your counselor and allow them to take possession of you. If they give you any instructions, be sure to follow. First up is Master Shawn.”
Master Shawn approached the row of terrified twinks and said, “I’m looking for a boy named Joshua Brinks.” A young man with short brown hair and green eyes stepped forward. “I’m Joshua, sir.”, said the boy. Master Shawn grabbed Joshua by the left bicep and walked him back over to his place in the row of counselors to wait for the rest of the inmates to be matched. I never understood why some counselors held their boys by the arm, I’ve always grabbed mine by the back of the neck; it’s so much easier to steer them that way. However, we counselors all have our own style and way of doing things and there is no right or wrong, whatever works for each counselor is fine. There is no judgement among us counselors. We use the words counselor and master and the words boy and inmate interchangeably at camp.
I watched impatiently as several other boys got matched with their Masters. I was 7th in line. I finally heard Erik say, “Master Brian, you’re up next!” I stepped forward to the remaining inmates, still not sure which was mine. I made brief eye contact with all of them, and then looked down at the slip of paper in my hands to make sure I got the name right before I spoke. I announced, “I’m looking for a boy named Jeremy Nicholson.” A tall blond boy with blue eyes and lanky arms stepped forward. He was visibly trembling, and I could see the fear in his soulful eyes.
I often get that reaction when a boy learns that I am going to be his master. The prison staff briefs all the boys before they agree to enter the program, and during that process, they are told that we use corporal punishment at Camp David. When the boys see the size of my biceps, they automatically assume that I spank harder than any other counselor there and sometimes freak out upon learning that they are mine for the next 3 weeks. A few sessions ago, I had a boy named Todd and as soon as I called his name on arrival day, he peed right on the floor out of fear. He ended up being one of the most well-behaved boys I’d ever had under my care and he ate up all the physical affection that I’m notorious for providing. Indeed, he missed me so much when he got back to prison at the end of the 3 weeks that he had to be placed on suicide watch. That’s the sad part about our job; we spend weeks bonding with these boys and then after the last day is completed, we never see each other again. Graduation day always tears our hearts out, both for counselors and inmates. It’s a little easier for us because we have a new batch of boys coming in the very next day, and that helps distract us and keep us from missing the previous boys too much. For the inmates, it’s much tougher, they are returned to their cell at the prison to finish their sentence. They go from constant attention and affection to nothing at all overnight and some of them do not take it well. We get them for 3 weeks and that’s it, so we have to make every moment count.
I made eye contact with my new charge and said “Welcome to camp, Jeremy! I’m Master Brian. It’s nice to meet you! Listen, I’m going to hold you by the back of the neck and we are going to go back over there with the other counselors and wait for the rest of the boys to be matched. Then we’ll go off by ourselves somewhere and spend some time together one on one so that I can explain a little bit more about how things work. OK, bud?”
Jeremy couldn’t speak, but he nodded to confirm he understood me. I gently grabbed the back of his neck and he immediately flinched in response. Though many of the other counselors just grab their boys without saying a word, I always like to warn them verbally before I make initial physical contact. Many of these boys are not used to being handled, some of them came from abusive childhoods, they are already terrified because it’s a new environment, and they are worried about corporal punishment, so that is the least I can do.
Back in line with the other counselors, Jeremy continued trembling under my grip. Though we always try not to talk too much until all the masters and boys have been matched out of courtesy, I felt he needed a little more reassurance. I maintained my grip on the back of his neck with my right hand and patted his stomach with my left as I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Jeremy, buddy, relax. I’m going to take good care of you. You can be a little nervous, but there’s no reason to be as scared as you are right now. Close your eyes and take some deep breaths if it helps and we’ll go talk everything out in a little while. You’re going to be OK, I promise!” He nodded once more to confirm that he understood, but again, he didn’t speak. I immediately stood directly behind him and wrapped both of my arms around his chest. I pulled him in tight and held him firmly, pressing his body against mine for added reassurance. He stopped trembling after a few seconds. We remained in this position until the rest of the inmates and counselors were matched.
Erik continued from the podium, “OK, everyone has been matched. Inmates, now it’s time for the masters to take you to a private spot on campus and just have a one on one conversation with you. They will let you how things work here, and they will explain rules and consequences. Then they will give you a chance to ask any questions you might have. Everyone have a great first interaction and I’ll see you all in The Commons Room at 6 PM for group meeting!”
I returned my grip to the back of Jeremy’s neck to prepare for our walk across the campus. I said, “OK, Jeremy, we are going to take walk now so we can get off by ourselves and have a little privacy. I’m going to steer you by the neck as we walk. Remember to never leave my grip when we are walking in any public or common area. Do you understand?” He stammered, “Y-y-y-es sir.” We locked eyes just for a second, but he broke contact almost immediately and looked at the ground instead. “Let’s start out going this way, bud.”, I directed. I pointed to the clearing between a couple rows of trees and we began to walk. We didn’t speak as we walked. He wasn’t about to start a conversation with me and I didn’t want to try to talk while we were traveling. Due to the severity of his fear, I wanted to make sure that I was holding him tightly when we spoke.
I have a specific place where I like to take boys during our first meeting. It’s a pavilion that overlooks the on-campus lake. It’s a tranquil location that provides a relaxing backdrop and plenty of privacy. Sparsely furnished, the pavilion is equipped with a large outdoor daybed and a couple of wicker chairs.
As I stared across the courtyard at the line of inmates awaiting to discover their fate, I couldn’t help but wonder which one would be mine. Twenty-three young men stood in a row, shoulder to shoulder, completely naked, their hands cuffed behind their backs. We counselors stood directly across from them in a line of our own, but we were fully clothed, and none of us were wearing bracelets. Some of the inmates looked terrified as they stared back at us, no doubt wondering which of us would be their master as earnestly as we wondered which of them would be our boy for the next 3 weeks. We all had the names of our boys, so we could call them forward when the time came, but we had no idea which of the boys in the line across from us was ours.
Erik, the president of the camp, approached the podium in the center of the courtyard and began the same introductory speech that he has made every arrival day for the last 5 years. I’ve been here since the beginning, so I had his speech memorized verbatim by now. He started, “Inmates, welcome to Camp David! We are the only camp for young gay prisoners in the state and we have been in continuous operation for the last 5 years. Remember that successful completion of the program will result in you getting 6 months off your sentence. The waiting list for this program is 2 years long, so you should all count yourselves lucky to have been accepted. You are about to be matched with your counselors. I will call the name of a counselor and then they will approach and call the name of their boy. When your name is called, you may walk up to your counselor and allow them to take possession of you. If they give you any instructions, be sure to follow. First up is Master Shawn.”
Master Shawn approached the row of terrified twinks and said, “I’m looking for a boy named Joshua Brinks.” A young man with short brown hair and green eyes stepped forward. “I’m Joshua, sir.”, said the boy. Master Shawn grabbed Joshua by the left bicep and walked him back over to his place in the row of counselors to wait for the rest of the inmates to be matched. I never understood why some counselors held their boys by the arm, I’ve always grabbed mine by the back of the neck; it’s so much easier to steer them that way. However, we counselors all have our own style and way of doing things and there is no right or wrong, whatever works for each counselor is fine. There is no judgement among us counselors. We use the words counselor and master and the words boy and inmate interchangeably at camp.
I watched impatiently as several other boys got matched with their Masters. I was 7th in line. I finally heard Erik say, “Master Brian, you’re up next!” I stepped forward to the remaining inmates, still not sure which was mine. I made brief eye contact with all of them, and then looked down at the slip of paper in my hands to make sure I got the name right before I spoke. I announced, “I’m looking for a boy named Jeremy Nicholson.” A tall blond boy with blue eyes and lanky arms stepped forward. He was visibly trembling, and I could see the fear in his soulful eyes.
I often get that reaction when a boy learns that I am going to be his master. The prison staff briefs all the boys before they agree to enter the program, and during that process, they are told that we use corporal punishment at Camp David. When the boys see the size of my biceps, they automatically assume that I spank harder than any other counselor there and sometimes freak out upon learning that they are mine for the next 3 weeks. A few sessions ago, I had a boy named Todd and as soon as I called his name on arrival day, he peed right on the floor out of fear. He ended up being one of the most well-behaved boys I’d ever had under my care and he ate up all the physical affection that I’m notorious for providing. Indeed, he missed me so much when he got back to prison at the end of the 3 weeks that he had to be placed on suicide watch. That’s the sad part about our job; we spend weeks bonding with these boys and then after the last day is completed, we never see each other again. Graduation day always tears our hearts out, both for counselors and inmates. It’s a little easier for us because we have a new batch of boys coming in the very next day, and that helps distract us and keep us from missing the previous boys too much. For the inmates, it’s much tougher, they are returned to their cell at the prison to finish their sentence. They go from constant attention and affection to nothing at all overnight and some of them do not take it well. We get them for 3 weeks and that’s it, so we have to make every moment count.
I made eye contact with my new charge and said “Welcome to camp, Jeremy! I’m Master Brian. It’s nice to meet you! Listen, I’m going to hold you by the back of the neck and we are going to go back over there with the other counselors and wait for the rest of the boys to be matched. Then we’ll go off by ourselves somewhere and spend some time together one on one so that I can explain a little bit more about how things work. OK, bud?”
Jeremy couldn’t speak, but he nodded to confirm he understood me. I gently grabbed the back of his neck and he immediately flinched in response. Though many of the other counselors just grab their boys without saying a word, I always like to warn them verbally before I make initial physical contact. Many of these boys are not used to being handled, some of them came from abusive childhoods, they are already terrified because it’s a new environment, and they are worried about corporal punishment, so that is the least I can do.
Back in line with the other counselors, Jeremy continued trembling under my grip. Though we always try not to talk too much until all the masters and boys have been matched out of courtesy, I felt he needed a little more reassurance. I maintained my grip on the back of his neck with my right hand and patted his stomach with my left as I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Jeremy, buddy, relax. I’m going to take good care of you. You can be a little nervous, but there’s no reason to be as scared as you are right now. Close your eyes and take some deep breaths if it helps and we’ll go talk everything out in a little while. You’re going to be OK, I promise!” He nodded once more to confirm that he understood, but again, he didn’t speak. I immediately stood directly behind him and wrapped both of my arms around his chest. I pulled him in tight and held him firmly, pressing his body against mine for added reassurance. He stopped trembling after a few seconds. We remained in this position until the rest of the inmates and counselors were matched.
Erik continued from the podium, “OK, everyone has been matched. Inmates, now it’s time for the masters to take you to a private spot on campus and just have a one on one conversation with you. They will let you how things work here, and they will explain rules and consequences. Then they will give you a chance to ask any questions you might have. Everyone have a great first interaction and I’ll see you all in The Commons Room at 6 PM for group meeting!”
I returned my grip to the back of Jeremy’s neck to prepare for our walk across the campus. I said, “OK, Jeremy, we are going to take walk now so we can get off by ourselves and have a little privacy. I’m going to steer you by the neck as we walk. Remember to never leave my grip when we are walking in any public or common area. Do you understand?” He stammered, “Y-y-y-es sir.” We locked eyes just for a second, but he broke contact almost immediately and looked at the ground instead. “Let’s start out going this way, bud.”, I directed. I pointed to the clearing between a couple rows of trees and we began to walk. We didn’t speak as we walked. He wasn’t about to start a conversation with me and I didn’t want to try to talk while we were traveling. Due to the severity of his fear, I wanted to make sure that I was holding him tightly when we spoke.
I have a specific place where I like to take boys during our first meeting. It’s a pavilion that overlooks the on-campus lake. It’s a tranquil location that provides a relaxing backdrop and plenty of privacy. Sparsely furnished, the pavilion is equipped with a large outdoor daybed and a couple of wicker chairs.
