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The Eyes of Texas - Archie Manning's Punishment
[JUST FOR FUN: Started thinking about this idea, and couldn't forget about it. My first try at a celebrity oriented story. Hope you enjoy.]
Chapter 1
When it comes to football, there are places where it's tantamount to a religion. Failure to deliver results at or above expectations could conceivably result in drastic and draconian actions. There is an old saying, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." The same could be said of a certain group of football fans.
The Texas Longhorn football coach could not believe what he was hearing. Obviously he knew that the fans were upset about the team's performance. Foremost among those fans were the members of the booster club. As such clubs go, the Longhorn one was probably the most powerful and influential anywhere in the country.
What few people knew or understood was that its Board of Directors controlled virtually everything that went into decisions regarding the university s athletic programs.
The millions of dollars in donations that the programs needed to survive came from most of the men in this room.
As they say, money talks and in this situation it was talking the loudest.
Look, we've gone over this again and again. Something has to be done, and done quickly. What has been proposed is certainly unusual and probably crazy but it might just work, one of the Board members said firmly.
"Come on this is just totally off the wall you all can t be serious," another snapped.
The babble continued to intensify for some time until finally the Board chairman slammed a book on the table and shouted, "ENOUGH!"
"We all know that the usual course of action is always to fire the coach, but we're past that now."
"This is Texas and football is like a religion. Our fans are like zealots and have reached the point where they just might riot unless they are given something to quell their anger."
"What has been proposed could do just that. Give the mob someone to blame and make an example of that person."
Another member spoke up, "And there is clearly someone to blame. I know we all have stood behind this Manning kid, but let s face it, he s just not getting it done. Social media is aflame about his performance and general attitude and are calling for some form of drastic punishment. And that is what we need to do."
"The mob demands a spectacle and that's what we will give them. Sure the press will jump all over this and there will be calls for some criminal charges to be brought, but we've gone over that too."
"The event will be held in the stadium, where it should be. In order to be admitted every person will need to sign a release form confirming that they understand the nature of what they will be witnessing."
"In the case of minors attending, parents will need to sign a special release form. From a legal and moral standpoint Parental Permission and Control will pretty much trump any negative action."
"Oh, and of course, the Manning kid has already agreed to accept the form of punishment he will receive. Sounds crazy I know, but he has agreed!"
With that said, heads turned to look at the coach, who took a deep breath and just nodded.
And so the event was approved.
With money being no problem, preparations began at warp speed. Tickets and consent forms were printed, press releases made, and promotions placed in a media blitz.
Though the tickets would be free and distributed through ticket outlets and at the stadium, it had been decided that this would be a way to avoid a mass rush to get in. Season ticket holders would get their seats and others would be on a first come basis.
To say that the response was overwhelming would be an understatement.
A veritable firestorm of commentary condemnation, and cheers swept the Internet, TV, and radio.
Though condemnations seemed to dominate, there was a growing number of praises and supportive commentary.
To that end, it eventually became clear that the response wasn't just about football. People were fed up with so many things in the country and finally someone was being held accountable.
The simple fact that it was just a 21 year old young man who would not just be punished but literally tortured physically and sexually in a most humiliating manner became lost in all the hysteria and hype.
Surprisingly, the one person who seemed to be taking it all in stride was the soon-to-be victim, young Archie Manning.
Somehow he managed to maintain his regular routine during the week. As luck, or dumb luck would have it, the upcoming weekend was a bye for Texas, and the stadium was available.
Feature reports began airing, showing the bizarre preparations at the stadium. And bizarre was the only way to describe it.
A large circular stage was erected in the center of the field. Platforms for cameras were set up on and around the stage that would ensure a wide selection of close up views would be available for television and projection on the stadium s massive screen.
Two sturdy upright pillars were located on a raised platform at center stage. The platform was designed so it could rotate 360 degrees.
At some point a naked mannequin was strung up spread-eagled between the posts to show how the victim would be displayed.
If Archie was following the preparations, he gave no noticeable signs of concern. In fact he went out of his way to project a sense of business as usual. The only exception being that no members of the press were allowed near him.
While there was a great deal of conjecture about why the football star had agreed to accept this punishment, no one seemed to be able to come up with an explanation for it.
Even Archie himself couldn't explain it. He just knew that this was something he had to do, and actually somehow needed to do.
As proud as he was about his gifts and abilities he did harbor an extremely deep sense of guilt about all that had happened. He had done a great job of hiding those and other deep feelings from family and even his best friend.
But that alone would not have been enough to explain his willingness to accept what was going to happen.
And he knew what that would entail. His complete and total humiliation was beyond imagination. The punishments were nothing short of torture. Yet somehow he would get through it.
In an attempt to get Archie to see reason, his best friend gave him a fairly detailed description of some of the things that were planned.
"Dude! You have no idea just how tough this is going to be. You can t do this."
Arch listened to everything that was said but wouldn't give in.
"Okay, now look," his friend continued.
"To start with, you are going to be paraded in and around the stadium totally naked. That will include being led through the crowds. And from what I understand people will be allowed to touch you. Not everyone will get a chance, but plenty will."
"After that, you'll be tied spread-eagled on that stage in the center of the field. Then your punishment will really start. They plan to do this for the full four football quarters.
"Those punishments will include a wide variety of physical and sexual tortures. You will be flogged and whipped each quarter. Various forms of genital torture will also be used and you will be violated anally."
"And damn, if that isn't crazy enough, you will be publicly masturbated a number of times."
"There are supposedly some other perverse things that will done, which I couldn't find out."
"So come on, you can't go through with this!" He declared adamantly.
Archie thought for a few moments, then turned to his friend and said firmly, "Hey, I've heard what you said and understand your feelings. However, it doesn't matter. I m going through with this no matter what. So no more talk. Case closed."
One thing his friend knew was when Archie s mind was made up, nothing would change it. Grudgingly, he accepted that and promised not to press anymore.
Somehow, the two friends were able to relax with each other for the rest of the evening. They had some barbecue delivered and ate while they watched an old classic comedy.
Bowing to Archie s decision, his friend gave him a supportive hug just before leaving followed by a final parting shot, "You know you really are nuts and probably should be institutionalized."
Archie watched his friend drive off and then went back inside turned off the lights and plopped down on the couch with his hands behind his head and started thinking.
Okay, maybe I am crazy, arrogant and a bunch of other shit. I can't forget about the fact that I fucked things up. I didn't give it my all. I took a lot for granted and let everyone down. And for that alone, I deserve to be punished severely.
His eyes began to mist over and he trembled as he allowed himself to fully visualize what he would be going through. He was really scared. Would he get through it all and not break down like a baby. The pain would be hell, but the utter humiliation even worse.
So why do it?
Finally, the thoughts he had been avoiding and suppressing came roaring into his mind.
In spite of everything he had told himself and his friend he couldn't deny the one pervasive reason and couldn't shake it.
Slowly he pulled off his t-shirt, slid his hand across his hard abs and down inside his briefs.
He wrapped his hand around his throbbing hard manhood and squeezed as hard as he could.
Then he jumped up, dropped his briefs to the floor and began stroking himself as fast and hard as he could.
In a manner of seconds, his cock exploded and shot multiple loads of his thick man cream across the room.
As his balls emptied and a series of rapid and painful dry shots ensued, he fell to the floor, curled up in a ball and cried.
And that's where he remained in a deep sleep until morning.
The Punishment Event Preps
The days leading up to the Special Event at the Longhorn Stadium were the wildest anyone could remember.
Hotel and AirBnB reservations flooded in and it wasn't long before scalping of the free tickets began in earnest.
Talk Shows generally condemned not only the entire idea of such an event, but also the fact that so many people were rushing to ensure they could attend.
What did this have to say about the people of the state, and the entire country when something like this could happen and even worse generate so much interest.
Some questioned what would happen next. Would public punishment events spread throughout the country? Were we entering a new savage era reminiscent of ancient Rome.
Politicians began to debate the merits of events like this one. Recognizing an emerging reality that deep down inside needed someone to blame for any misfortune.
Worse yet, one after another major corporations sought to buy time for commercials during the event.
As unbelievable as the entire idea was, there was no way to stop it. And the insanity just continued.
For Archie, the designated recipient, the days became increasingly difficult. In order to maintain some semblance of a training program, he ended up working out in secret at a private corporate fitness center.
Living accommodations were made available in the same complex and extra security was hired to ensure his privacy and safety.
Oddly enough, the young quarterback seemed unfazed by all the hype and outwardly unafraid of what he would soon be facing.
Though a well intentioned and sympathetic member of the Board offered to supply him with drugs to help him endure, he refused citing health and other personal reasons.
One of his greatest challenges actually took place at the beginning of the week.
It was the morning after he had spent the evening listening to his friend trying to talk him out of the whole thing.
He had awoken to the sound of some loud knocking at his door.
He was naked and curled up on the floor where he had slept. He quickly pulled on his boxer briefs and headed to the door.
When he opened it, he was surprised to see two of the team trainers smiling at him.
"Sorry to bother you Arch, but the event coordinator insisted we start your preparations right away," one of them said apologetically.
"Okay, sure whatever, I'll put some coffee on and get dressed."
To his surprise one of them said, "Coffee sounds good, but don't bother getting dressed, you're fine just as you are."
Arch smiled and nodded and headed to the kitchen. While he worked on the coffee, he chatted back and forth with the trainers about what was happening on campus.
The coffee was ready quickly and Arch brought a tray with three cups into the living room.
As the small talk began to taper off, Arch sensed that the two young trainers seemed uneasy.
"Okay, so what about this preparation," he asked curiously.
Setting his coffee down, one of them opened his shoulder bag and began rummaging through it.
"Listen we're sorry about this, but we have to take care of this today."
With that said, he pulled out an odd looking device and started fiddling with it.
Archie didn't recognize the device at first. It looked like it was made out of stainless steel and looked like a small cylindrical cage.
He was about to ask about it when he suddenly figured it out.
It was definitely a male chastity device which judging by it s looks was well designed and would certainly do the job.
"So I guess that's why you're here," he grinned.
The young trainers seemed to be searching for what to say when Arch said, "Okay, guess there's no sense complaining about this. You going to want to put it on me now?"
Archie seemed a little perplexed until the trainer continued by saying, "Okay, go ahead and put on a jock and some running shoes and then meet us up on he roof. Oh and like I said, just a jock and running shoes, that's it. And, while you're at it bring four more jocks with you."
Now Archie looked confused and concerned. Going up to the roof wasn't at all unusual. There was a running track and some fitness stations that he had used many times. The instructions about putting on his running shoes and just a jock was rather unusual. However, being told, or more like ordered to bring extra jocks was very unusual.
Before he turned to retrieve what he needed he asked, "So what's going on?"
The trainer gave him a wicked grin as he said, "There's a video crew waiting on the roof for us. They're going to do some taping for a bunch of promos for your big event. They're not cheap, so hurry up."
"Wait! What do you mean promos?" Archie stammered.
Once more the trainer grinned and said, "Look, there's no time for this. It was all in that agreement you signed. So don't argue. It should be fun, at least for us."
Though Archie didn't like the sound of that, he knew he really didn't have a choice.
He was somewhat taken aback when he got to the roof, clad only in his running shoes and jock, and carrying a bag with the requested extra jocks.
Bedsides the two trainers, there was a video crew that consisted of ten people and included two young women who immediately began checking out his near naked frame.
A man stepped towards him and started issuing orders. Archie figured he was the director and gave him a nod. After a brief moment of looking him up and down the director said, "Hey, it's nice to finally meet you kid. I have to tell you, you've got a lot of guts. We're going try to get this done as fast as we can because we are pushing a deadline."
He gestured towards a young preppy looking guy who was holding a clip board and standing between two rather rough looking guys who were dressed like prison guards. Just looking at them and their nasty demeanor sent a chill up and down his spine.
"Okay, that's Walter over there. He's going to be telling you what to do. So just do as he says. And no arguments please! We don't have time for any whining or bullshit."
At that point the full reality set in and he knew that what he would be doing would definitely not be fun for him. That fact was confirmed when Walter handed him a folder and said seriously, "Look, I know this going to be a shock, so do your best to just go with it. This is a rough outline and script of what we'll be doing. You're a quarterback and used to playbooks and are a quick study, so think of it as your playbook. The crew still has a few technical things to work out so you'll have about 30 minutes to go over it."
Archie took the folder with a good deal of apprehension. He found a seat beside one of the large potted trees and started reading. As he began, he quietly muttered to himself, "In for a penny, in for a pound."
The script started off simple enough. A variety shots would be taken of Archie working out and running on the track wearing just a jock strap. He smiled at that. A little embarrassing but not a problem for him.
It was when he turned to the second page that things became almost surreal. Though he expected some nasty things, when he saw it being spelled out in writing, he began to tremble.
"DAMN! This is some nasty shit! I still can't believe I'll be doing this stuff," he mused.
As if the second page wasn't bad enough, it was the third page that shocked him the most. He knew things like this would be part of the big event coming up, but being faced with them now was pretty horrifying.
What's more, contrary to what he had been led to believe, in order to acquire all the shots required, the only possible way would end up taking most if not all of the day.
Sitting there, wearing just a jockstrap and running shoes, he considered the fact that he should be both embarrassed and humiliated. Even more so as he reflected on what he had read in the rough script.
Okay, he was definitely embarrassed and felt very humiliated. After reading the nasty and perverse things they expected him to do he couldn't help but be scared.
But even as frightening as it all seemed, he could not deny the fact that he was incredibly aroused by it all as evidenced by the fact that sitting there in just his jock, he had become very hard. So much so, that the tip of his cockhead was poking through the top of the elastic band and clearly dripping pre-cum.
Once more, as he had been doing at home, he searched his memory for the slightest clue of why he was so aroused by it all.
He was going to be paraded naked through the streets. People would be allowed to touch him however they wanted.
He would be paraded into the stadium full of onlookers and be stretched painfully between the two stout pillars that were currently being erected.
Naked and bound in a standing spread-eagled fashion, the torture would begin.
He would be flogged and whipped all over his helpless body. His exposed genitals would be tortured in manners he was scared to begin to contemplate.
As if all that pain and suffering wasn't enough, the program called for him to be publicly masturbated throughout the day. No doubt the onlookers would cheer as the most personal act a man experienced would be made public. And adding to the utter humiliation would be the fact that closeup video would be projected on the stadium's wide screen and every moan, gasp, and sigh broadcast through the stadium speakers.
Would he break down and cry? Would he beg for it to stop? Probably so. Who wouldn't.
The thoughts were all frightening, even terrifying.
And yet, even knowing all that, he could not escape the fact that he was more aroused than he had ever been. He could not explain why. He just knew that he had to go through with it all. His need was there and had to be satiated.
So, he waited anxiously for these preliminaries to begin.
He didn't have long to wait.
Since the upcoming event had already demonstrated that it would be popular and historic, arrangements were to be made to ensure a significant amount of memorabilia would be made available to the public and also the major donors.
Archie looked up as a young guy approached carrying a large box. He was dressed differently than the video crew, which was curious.
He smiled as he set the box down and said, "Man, it's great to meet you. I'm one of your biggest fans, well for football, of course but also this. I'm from the event coordinator's office. We're working on putting together some memorabilia packages for the major donors and need you to help with them.
Archie managed a smile as he figured autograph time. His smile turned into a smirk when the guy picked up the four jockstraps Archie had been told to bring with him, handed him a permanent marker and said simply, "Okay, you'll need to autograph the elastic bands of these. You can do the one you're wearing after you do your first run and finish preparing it."
By now, in light of everything that was happening, Archie really wasn't all that shocked when the full task was explained to him. The plan was for him to run on the track until he had worked up a decent sweat. As soon as he was done, he was to ejaculate into the jock's pouch, hand it over, so it could be sealed in a vacuum pack plastic bag and marked with a date.
Archie's eyes rolled as he picked up the first jock strap and signed it. As he was doing that, a photographer took a picture as the young guy babbled, "These are already very popular among the fat cat donors, so we need to start collecting them."
After signing the first four, he did some stretches and started running on the track. Because he was pushing so hard, it didn't take all that long to work up a good sweat. When he was through, he slipped off his now sweaty jock, carefully signed the waistband to avoid smudging, then looked around expectantly.
"Okay, so where should I do it?" he asked shyly, expecting to be instructed where to go to jackoff into the jock's pouch. To his shock, dismay, and embarrassment he was told to kneel down and do it right there so they could get a picture of him doing it.
"You understand we need to provide enough evidence for authentication purposes. The memorabilia community has some very strict rules when it comes to that."
Archie looked pleadingly at his two trainers who shrugged and shook their heads apologetically. After that, Arch accepted the inevitable, dropped to his knees and quickly brought his impressive manhood, to full erection. It didn't take long before he began shaking all over and went into what he immediately recognized as the most intense orgasm of his life.
Luckily he managed to get the jock pouch in the right position so that the bulk of his creamy seed filled it and began to soak in. He couldn't remember just how many times he shot, but knew it was a lot.
As soon as his breath began returning, he carefully handed the soaked jock to the assistant and said, "Uhhh... here you go. I'm not sure how much time I'll need to be able to do the next one, but I'll let you know."
To Archie's relief, another assistant handed him a towel to wrap around his waist along with an energy drink bottle.
With that Archie sat down on a lounge chair, leaned back and closed his eyes. He had a lot to think about and process. The things he had been required to do were extremely humiliating. What worried him the most though was the fact that it had been also extremely arousing. He had been more aroused than he could ever remember. What's more, just recalling it, and thinking about his next round was already sending signals to his cock and balls which began doing their thing.
Somehow he was actually able to doze off for a few minutes. It was what he had frequently called a power nap, which always seemed to help. This time was no exception.
As the young guy carefully marked and cataloged the first signed and filled jock package and looked at the young quarterback laying on the lounge chair, he couldn't avoid getting fully aroused. In his mind he probably had the most beautiful body he had ever seen. It was so hot that he thought it wasn't all that difficult to understand why it aroused the prurient interests of so many. He still could not get over the mass hysteria that seemed to be swirling around the country.
And that hysteria would continue to grow.
[What other things will Arch be made to do as part of the big event? Personal appearances? Autograph signings? Nothing seemed beyond the imagination or resources of the twisted sponsors. What else might the growing crowd of fanatic disgruntled and vengeful fans call for? Time would tell.]
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