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Texas 1957 - Chapter 3
"Hey doc, aren't ya'll forgettin' somethin', sir?" one of the reservists asked.
Schmidt chuckled.
"Thanks, for the reminder," he replied, moving to a desk to withdraw some items before launching into an explanation for Henry's benefit.
"The corporal is familiar with this," the doctor said, holding a rubber cylinder and a rubber bag with a hose and a tip on the end. "He will clean his rectum each morning, and insert the plug into his anus and attach it to this belt and harness that will go under his uniform. He will alternate between the plug on one day, then on the next day he will hold the liquid inside for the day.
"The same key that locks his cage in place operates a valve at the tip. Close it, and he will require your permission to urinate. Supervisors vary on how they use the feature. It is designed as a training aid, and it is quite effective in establishing and maintaining the proper authority relationship. Whatever you decide, it is crucial that you consistently apply and enforce any rules you establish, including this."
Schmidt ordered the corporal to put on the belt and harness, insert the plug, and secure it at both ends. "Make it good and snug," he said. "Then get dressed."
Staff Sergeant Jordan rose from his chair and walked over and stood inches from Jenkins.
"Why don't ya'll tell us what we got here?" he said, smiling broadly. "I'm sure ya remember."
"Um ... um ... "
"We got us a faggot corporal, tied up, plugged up, and tightened up. Say it!"
"You have a faggot corporal tied up, plugged up, and tightened up, sir," he replied softly, recalling the words he had made Captain Kenny repeat a few months earlier.
"I can't hear you."
"You have a faggot captain tied up, plugged up, and tightened up, sir!" Jenkins shouted in a quivering tone, prompting laughter from the guards in the room. Jensen was crestfallen as his future became even clearer.
"The only real difference between you and Captain Kenny is that you're taller and he outranks ya," Jordan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and ridicule. "Other than that, yer both queers, and yer gonna know yer place just like he does."
"Okay, guys, maybe it's time to let up," Henry said, in a paternal tone. "There's only so much a fella can take, even if he's queer."
Now a staff sergeant, Henry led Jenkins out of the facility to his pickup truck in the parking lot, and explained that they would need to retrieve the corporal's belongings from his house, a small place he'd bought a few years earlier, and visit the town bank to add Henry's signature authority to Jenkins's accounts.
"Tough day ya had today," he said to the corporal as they rode, speaking gently and reaching over to rub his shoulder. "I give ya credit for finally coming out with it. Ya did as good as ya could-a done."
Jenkins had been tense throughout his ordeal, but the praise raised his spirits a bit.
"It was pretty damn hard, sir," he replied.
"Yeah, ya walked into the room as a guard and a staff sergeant with a big swingin' dick, and ya left as a queer corporal in a cage and a plug in yer ass," Henry said, with a slight chuckle. "I think that just might qualify as pretty damn hard."
"I know how stupid it sounds, but I really didn't think I was queer, sir," Jenkins replied. "I guess I was trying so hard not to be one. I really wish I wasn't queer, but I couldn't help it. I wish there was a way to make it go away, sir."
They reached the corporal's house and sat in the driveway.
"The doctor says he can't make it go away," Henry said, his voice gentle and even tender. "But between his stuff and the trainin', we'll get your mind right so we can keep any of it from gettin' in the way. Gonna be a change from controllin' to bein' controlled, but it's got to happen. Ya know that, right?"
"Yes sir," Jenkins said, now timid and docile. "I'll do my best."
"Go grab yer stuff, then we'll head to the bank and back to where yer gonna be livin' from here on out," the staff sergeant said. "Now get goin', and make it quick. Bank closes in a half an hour."
It was the Friday after the new year, 1957, and Henry would have the weekend to introduce Jenkins to his new circumstances.
"Not a lot to say about yer dick, 'cause we fixed that," Henry said after Jenkins cleared the table following the dinner he'd cooked. "Far as yer back hole goes, ya clean 'er out after breakfast. Plug on one day, hold it in the next day. If ya got to piss, ya come to me and ask to have me unlock ya. Hear?"
"Yes sir."
Henry smiled, and gave the corporal an affectionate scratch on the back of his neck.
"The first thing to know is that every Man ya see on the ranch outranks ya," he told Jenkins. "Ya call 'em all 'sir' and obey their orders unless I tell ya otherwise. Hear?"
"Yes sir."
"No back talk from you. No malingering. You will be diligent, respectful, and cheerful to your superiors. Hear?"
"Yes sir."
"I will share or transfer my authority as I see fit, but in the end the authority is mine. I am responsible for your training and management, and you are responsible to me. My decisions are final. Hear?"
"Yes sir."
"I will make a list of your chores. You will do them, but that's only the beginning of it. You will keep a diary that accounts for all of your time and actions, and how you use your allowance, which will be $10 a week. Hear?"
"Yes sir."
"Whatever you do, you will do thoroughly to the highest standard. Hear?"
"Yes sir"
"And no sitting around here. There will always be enough work to do. You will ask yourself: What did I do today to make Staff Sergeant Henry's life easier? Did I do the best job I could? Hear?"
"Yes sir."
"That last one will be where the rubber hits the road, so don't forget. Hear?"
"Yes sir."
"Okey-doke, then," he said, glancing at his watch. "Ya got time to clean up the kitchen and take care a-the dishes before lights out at 2100. Up at 0500, breakfast on the table at 0600."
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, Jensen thought, noting that Henry had been friendly from the moment they'd left the base the day before. After breakfast, the staff sergeant took him around the ranch, which sprawled out over 10,000 acres.
"The big house belongs to Jake Haskins, one of the county deputies and a reserve gunny sergeant," he said. "Another one's occupied by Brick Gilroy, who's also a deputy and a reserve gunny, and another by Shane Jordan, who you know."
"Sir, does Kenny Ridgeton live out here?" Jensen asked. "I heard that he does."
Henry stared, angry.
"That would be Captain Ridgeton," he said. His voice had turned icy, and he rapped his knuckles on the corporal's head, causing him to wince. "He does live there, and yer gonna be meetin' up with him to talk about how things go. Now I told ya that everyone here outranks ya, and that includes him. Hear?"
"Yes sir," Jensen replied, chastened. "I'm sorry, sir."
The staff sergeant brightened, and spoke.
"Rome wasn't built in a day, but it did get built," he said, his tone returning to a condescending affection, the abrupt shifts in tone reinforcing his dominance. "Trust me, you'll get your mind right out here. It'll take some time, but we'll get 'er done."
They kept driving and Henry pointed out another house.
"That's where Carson Bates lives," he said. "Mr. Bates is the ranch foreman, and you'll be working for him sometimes."
They drove through a gate and across a cattle guard and made their way across a lattice of rough dirt paths, among hundreds of steers, cows, and bulls.
"Calving's next month, and yer gonna have plenty to do," Henry said. "Mr. Bates knows what he's doing and you'll do what he tells ya. Good fella, as long as ya know who's boss. Hear?"
"Yes sir."
The tour took about an hour, and when it was finished Henry pulled up at Jordan's house. He was walking toward his truck when they arrived, and the staff sergeant rolled down his window to talk to him.
"Reserve weekend for ya?" he said. "I thought I'd drop the corporal off so he can talk things over with the captain."
"Sure thing!" Jordan replied, grinning. "I'm sure they've got plenty to talk about. Make sure to listen, corporal."
"Yes sir."
"Captain Ridgeton's no Man, but he's also no dummy," Henry said. "I understand that he was the first one to figure ya for a queer. Takes one to know one, I guess."
Jensen was startled.
"Um ... um ... "
"He thought you were more interested in taking dicks than giving dick," Henry said, with a chuckle. "Not wrong about that. Anyway, make sure I get a good report."
"I guess they can trust us to be alone, sir," Jensen said to Ridgeton after the staff sergeants left. "Not exactly like we could do anything."
Ordinarily, Ridgeton would have been polite, having thoroughly absorbed his training and embraced his place, but Jordan had instructed him to behave as an officer would. It came as a welcome diversion from his usual submissiveness. Not only did the captain harbor a long-standing resentment at not routinely being called 'sir' at the base, but he had a low opinion of Jensen.
"So we have a faggot corporal, plugged up, tied up, and tightened up, then?" he replied, smiling.
"Yes sir, Captain," he replied.
Ridgeton, savoring the small degree of authority he'd been granted, began to explain.
"I doubt you'll have trouble following orders, because that's what the military is about," he said. "The hardest part there will be doing a good job at everything, especially in the beginning. But you'll figure it out."
"Yes sir, I'm sure I will," he replied.
"Sir, can I ask a question" Jensen said.
"Yeah, what is it, corporal?"
"Do you ever get to squirt off, sir? How does all that work?"
"Staff Sergeant Jordan has a strong sex drive," Ridgeton replied. "He screws me regularly, and I suck his dick pretty often. But it's always a reward, and it's a major offense to ask for it."
"Damn, sir, don't you get horny as hell?"
"I'm horny all the time, corporal," he replied. "But I don't say so. I put all that into satisfying Staff Sergeant Jordan. Look, I'm a queer and so are you, and here we are serving these Men. Put him first, and wait. It's his decision, and he always makes the right ones."
"Sir, don't you get sick of it?"
"I thought I would, but it's the other way around," Ridgeton answered. "I'd be lost without all of this, and so would you. Face it, this is what we need. I'm grateful that Staff Sergeant Jordan takes his time to keep me in line. Don't worry, it'll happen for you too."
Ridgeton explained his history as a queer, and how the gunny sergeants unmasked him.
"The only thing we have in common is being queer and lying about it," he said. "It took them no time at all to get my mind right. That's going to be the hardest part for you."
"I suppose you're right, sir," Jensen replied. "I got a hard time thinkin' a-myself as a queer. Always hated the idea. Thought I had them thoughts eliminated."
"Your father was effective, then," the captain replied.
"He was effective, sir," Jensen said. "It wasn't all that bad, to be honest. The queers in high school were a joke. I was on all the teams, and hung out with the guys. Wasn't ever tempted. Put it out of my mind."
"Until you joined the military?"
"Yeah, I guess so, sir," he replied, "but I didn't think about it. I don't think I gave it a lot of thought until I transferred here."
"Maybe you didn't want to think about it, as long as you kept it under control."
"I suppose that's right, sir," Jensen said, timidly. "I guess I don't have to worry about being in control of myself or anyone else now. I know it's for the best. I thought I had it licked, but I didn't."
"I give you credit for seeing the need to be trained and managed," the captain replied, his tone gentle.It's even better that you're telling the truth to me. You're off to a good start, corporal."
Jensen relaxed a bit, buoyed by the officer's praise and warmth.
"Thanks, sir," he said.
"You have plenty to learn," Ridgeton said. "Staff sergeant Jordan ordered me to separate myself from the reserves, but he changed his mind when your problem came up. He told me to stay on for another year because he thinks I can help you figure out your place as a queer among Men."
"Sir, I have to say that it's ironic that I'd be busted for being queer and then told I can't even use my dick," Jensen said.
Ridgeton nodded.
"It sounds like Staff Sergeant Henry's dick was the first one you ever willingly took," he said, sympathetically. "Is that about right?"
"Yes sir," the corporal replied.
"And you'd like to keep taking dick?"
Jensen hesitated at the question, but answered.
"Yes sir."
"You are worried, and I understand that," the captain said. "But you told me it's for the best, and I don't think you were lying. You weren't lying, right?"
"No sir, I wasn't," Jensen replied. "I guess it's new, that's all."