The squad was progressing under cover, along the hill. We were to walk round the enemy camp, and take them from behind. The Lieutenant gave us this mission, not to overtake them, but to create a second attack, at the same time our forces would invade them from the other side. They call that strategy. It was a realistic training, against the paras, but we did not fear them!
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The end justifies the means. That’s all I can say in my defense. I know some of you will judge me as a traitor, but I got that land for the settlers with no bloodshed, and the railroad tracks laid.
So the end justifies the means … and what an end it was.
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Metal put a small item on this site a little while back about chastity control where a guy was to be locked without any knowledge of when of if he was ever to be released. After a small exchange of messages with Metal, he asked me about my experiences of flying whilst locked, so here goes:
My first experience of this was about 15 years back. A good friend was going on holiday, hiking in the USA for about six weeks. He had a device made by a German company called Balbos, this was a stainless steel sphere with a thick collar that split in two (bit like those ball weights).
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By Elric Bonds of London, England
Are you young, healthy, clean and good looking?
Are you looking for a different type of job?
An exclusive men’s club in London requires healthy young men to help keep their guests amused and entertained.
Long hours are expected, but the rewards are high.
Apply NOW to GREY’S …
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Here is a real story again.
It happened about 25 years ago when I was a soldier. I spent 7 years in the army from age 17 to age 24. We were all professionals, that has to be said, as the military service still existed in those days. As the “elite” of the army, discipline was hard and rough so punishment for misconduct or any failure could be severely inflicted. We were quite often training in battlefield conditions. Usually, it was a matter of 3 nights and 4 days per training session but it could be longer, of course.
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When the game becomes pain and the fantasy real.
I was 19 when I first came out to California from Iowa. It was simple, really, I moved to San Francisco because I couldn’t take Des Moines any longer. Even now, there’s not a whole lot a gay kid can do in Iowa. I figure I’m pretty good looking, light brown hair, hazel eyes and a smooth swimmers build. In fact, in high school I was captain of the swim team. Anyway, I figured I’d do alright in the Gay capital of the world.
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By Atlanta Stud
The day’s work is almost done for the crew as Daniel does a run through of the work they completed on the new five bedroom house that’s being built. Dan’s no stranger to overseeing a group of men, having spent time in the Marines as an MP. His muscular 6′ frame, topped off by the high and tight that he’s so fond of, reminds everyone on the crew where he came from.
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By Atlanta Stud
A few hours later I was instructed to check on Brody and provide him with some water. That was the first time I had seen him with the hood and added transport belt. I pulled up the spandex hood just enough to clear his mouth, let him take in as much of the water as he wanted and promptly pulled the hood back down. Not an easy task when one’s locked up in transport shackles, by the way.
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