The Senator's camp inspection continues....
Camp Alpha - Part 4 (Page 2)
by Fledermaus
Art by Cavelo
Series: Camp Alpha
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Silverstein and Scott had left and the question was still unresolved. Brad was certain he could get the code word out of Humphrey using the normal techniques, but then he'd have Mastigoph complaining about the torture of the "poor boys." No, he had decided they would have to play it low key, at least for a few days, until he could better gauge the Senator's reactions.
But there was one ace he held and could play - Larry his spy among the prisoners. He had Larry brought to the interrogation shed and they talked. When he heard about the situation, Larry promised to try to get close to Humphrey to see what he could learn. He would also steer Humphrey clear of prisoners who would say things Brad didn't want the Senator to hear.
As Silverstein entered the room, Schmidt and Apostolos rose from the edge of the bed, bracing themselves. He glared at them in silence for a few moments then began. "Do you two know the importance of the next few days? Do you realize that this fuckin' Senator can stop this whole operation if he has a mind to? He can wipe out everything we have been working to build!"
"Sir, yes, Sir," Schmidt began. 'I am sorry.'
"You're 'sorry'!" Dave roared. "Your disobedience of an order would have been serious under normal circumstances, but under present conditions it is unforgivable! I should tell the Colonel about this. He would probably put you both through hell before he fixed up your dishonorable discharges. But right now he's got bigger problems, so I'm not going to tell him. I'm going to handle you myself."
"Thank you, Sir," Gus said. "We promise that we won't get carried away like that again."
"I know you won't!," Silverstein said coldly "I'm going to see to it. Give me the box you brought, then drop your pants. Both of you! Drop them!"
When he was done, the two muscular guards stood red-faced and silent, and Dave admired his handiwork. "That should keep you from getting too carried away" he said. "The chain link pouch holding your cock and balls is not too tight, now but if you start to get hard I guarantee it will be quite painful. And those leather-covered butt plugs will keep you from getting any rear end service from any of your friends. Don't try to remove either the pouch or the plug. You can still piss through the mesh, but I recommend that you sit and do it like a woman or you'll dribble all over everything. You will have to report here each evening and I'll unlock the gear so you can shit. Any questions?"
"Sir," Kurt said cautiously "How long will we have to wear these?"
"Until you've convinced me that you can be trusted," Dave replied. "Now get back to your barracks. And I suggest you keep your pants on when the other guards are around."
17 July 1976
They stood at the edge of the work area and watched the prisoners. Things were not going well, but Brad didn't know why He and the Senator had spent the day observing the routine. The Senator had even sampled the food, but in spite of the fact that the usual thin gruel with wormy rice had been replaced with a hearty broth containing meat, the Senator had obviously not been satisfied.
All morning nothing had seemed to please him. The torture implements had all been carefully hidden away but even the meager furnishing of the psycho room had not made a favorable impression.
It was nothing he had said exactly. He just grunted. But Brad knew. deep in his bones, that Camp Alpha was not passing inspection.
"What the hell does he want?" Brad asked himself silently as they stood watching the prisoners laboring under the hot sun. Brad noted that the guards did not carry their usual whips, and they looked naked without them. "If what he's seen today is too rough for his poor mother's darlings, we're sunk," Brad thought. "I may as well pack it in and look for a different line of work."
"Colonel," the Senator broke into his thoughts. "I thought you said your uniforms consisted only of trousers. Why are some of the prisoners wearing shirts?"
"They're trustees, Sir," Brad said. He was glad he'd anticipated that one and had his answer ready "As a reward for their cooperation, they are allowed to wear shirts."
The Senator just grunted, then pointed. "It looks like you have a discipline problem there. What are you going to do about it?"
Brad followed the Senator's finger and saw the bare back of a prisoner sitting on a boulder. "Shit!" he thought recognizing Steve Humphrey's curly hair. "He'll have to be punished, Senator. Chaplain, you'd better take care of that slacker."
Chaplain approached the seated figure and fought back an urge to plant his booted foot sharply on the bulge between the guy's spread thighs. "Stand up!" he ordered.
"Yes, Sir," Steve responded, standing.
"Turn around and grab your ankles," Chaplain commanded, removing his belt from its loops. He looked longingly at the beautifully rounded ass tight against the khakis and wished he could make the guy drop his pants so he could make bright red whip stripes on that white butt, but instead he let the doubled belt fall rather lightly against the cloth-covered ass three times. "Now get back to work!" he shouted.
"Colonel!" Mastigoph shouted, "is that how you punish your prisoners? Remember, I said I didn't want Humphrey to receive any special treatment."
"Yes, Colonel, I feel the man must be disciplined for such infractions. If you feel we were too rough on him."
"Bah!" Senator Mastigoph interrupted. "Crawford, if that is the kind of treatment you give men entrusted to your training, I am going to close you down so fast it will make your head swim." Then he stomped off towards his quarters in obvious disgust.
Brad went to his office and brooded with three glasses of Jack Daniels. The sun had started to set when he reached for his phone and summoned Captain Scott.
"Well," he said when his second-in-command had arrived, "it's bad. I think we are going to have to pull Out all the stops and really get to work on Humphrey I think we could run a country club here and that ball-less Senator would think we're too rough. We caught his precious aide slacking at the work site and as punishment Chaplain tapped his ass a few times with a belt and the Senator went storming off raving about 'that kind of treatment!' If he saw the kind of working over a guy would normally get for pulling that stunt he'd probably crap his pants, then get the MP's down here to arrest us all.
"So go get Humphrey over to the interrogation shed. Let's really work him over and get that code word out of him. The hell with what marks he has or what he tells Mastigoph when he's through. It's our only hope."
"That's going to have to wait," Scott responded. "The Senator just asked to see Humphrey so I had White take him over to the psycho room for the two to talk in private."
"Then we'd best get the hell over there," Brad said, heading for the door.
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