The Retreat

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The Retreat

by Estragon, circa 1995. A camp in which girls learn to rule and boys learn to like it.

After a year or two, the women introduced a slight refinement to the practice of having boys naked all the time. Boys in puberty were made to wear a simple black strap-and-belt, a little like an elastic posing-strap, except that the somewhat thickened lower end fitted under, not over, the scrotum, lifting it and pushing the testicles forward. The belt circled the stomach just below the rib-cage and the support-band descended from its back, coming down over our haunches. The straps were as slender as those of a woman’s bra. When we left the retreat on outings we had to dress, of course. We would wear this black truss under our clothes – very loose shorts and a white t-shirt were mandatory – and its outline was visible beneath our shirt. I can testify that a boy got from this contraption a strong impression of being in a state of constant offering.

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