Monday, March 17, 2014

Richard The Lionhearted

The Sarge Knows What He's Doing

The sarge knows what he's doing, and his subordinate cops watch and learn.  Sarge knows he's got a tough nut here, and that's how he likes em.  The slow steady breaking of a young cocky dude.  Taking him down into the depths.  The dude will keep fairly quiet, but his knees will tremble first.  The trembling will spread through his legs and arms.  Sarge will grin as he sees him get unsteady on those big jock thighs.  Finally there will be a moan and he will fall to his knees, but knees spread wide in male defiance.  The whip will continue to land, and the guy will know he's beaten.  He will fall onto his face, spread-eagled.  The sergeant will move in and lash the guy's flattened back hard and fast with his final coda of punishment.  A bad boy

Gut Punched To Shame

Every brave was allowed six punches to the gut.  They were judged on how many times they could get him to grunt.  A groan got double points.  But Ramzah was the master.  At the first punch he got a long groan.  The second one was an agonised howl.  The third one got a softer sound which told him all he needed to know - he looked at the guy's cockhead and saw it was wet.  The fourth hit was a powerful ramcharge for victory, and Gundar was dribbling.  The fifth hit was a square low sock that connected to the guy's gonads like electric - he spurted his manmilk all over Ramzah's muscled torso, and doubled over in shame, still spunking white muck over the brown man's legs and splayed feet

Friday, January 31, 2014


The young American army captain was captured behind eney lines.  He ws taken to a secret location where he was stripped of his uniform.  Hiss hairy young body was chained up.  The interrogator came in and told him how he would be tortured.  First it was the branding of the german mark on his shoulder.

Then very slowly and painstakingly his soft hairy cock was played with and abused until he was made had.  This was only the beginning of the torture to come.

A Tacit Agreement

It was the kind of arrangement that worked well between men.  The CO was a closet case, and besotted by Corporal Gunnarsen on the left.  Gunnarsen for his part was a bondage top, and especially into whipping guys.  Straight guys, hard guys, well-built guys, the sort who could take it with no fuss and minimum noise.  The military churned them out by the raftload.  The CO would call Gunnarsen into his private quarters, kneel down before him and unzip his camo fly.  Then, his hero holding his automatic rifle at his hip and staring vacantly thru the window at the shirtless men doing push-ups and back raises on the drill ground outside, the CO would milk his corporal's load down into his throat.  Gunnarsen would shake off any excess sperm onto the CO's thin carpet, zip up and give a name.  `Private Bruce from Company `A` sir`.  A slight nod from the CO, and Bruce was Gunnarsen's