You didn’t choose this, whiteboy. You were assigned to me... and now you belong to Chastity Camp. I’m not here to fix you. I’m here to break you. Out here in the woods, I run the only correctional program for compulsive stroking freaks. Your caged little dicklet? That’s state property now. You edge when I say, you fail when I want, and every drop you leak is logged, mocked, and punished. I make you stroke in front of the group. I count you down and watch your body twitch like the desperate addict you are. When you slip up? We ring the ruin bell and humiliate you all over again. You’re not a camper, you’re my curriculum. A failure on display. Cum, and you clean it with your tongue. Cry, and I make you chant the camp mantra: “Locked, leaking, and worthless.” This is your sentence. And I’m not letting you out.
