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Training the Sergeant – Part 5

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By lthr_jock

When his alarm clock went off, Davis batted at it with one hand and rolled out of bed. He put his head in his hands as it pounded with a headache caused by lack of sleep. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he did last night. He knew he had had an appointment, he knew he had been drinking, but he couldn’t remember where or who with. He sat on the end of his bed and then with a deep breath stood up. His cock was bobbing before him with his usual morning wood, held up and in place by the studded leather cock and ball strap.

He walked to the shower and removed the strap and left it on the side as he stepped into the stream of hot water and lathered himself all over.   As he soaped up his hairy body, he enjoyed the feel of his hands running over his muscles. They were clearly growing and he flexed experimentally, enjoying the way they bulged and moved under his hands. His cock enjoyed it too, and with a few lathery strokes, he soon shot a load of cum against the shower wall. He grunted with pleasure and finished his shower. After he towelled dry, he grabbed the cock and ball strap and strapped it back in place, locking his cock into its semi-proud state.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 4

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By lthr_jock

The Captain looked down at the man slurping beer out of the dog bowl and took a long drag on his cigar. As the end glowed red, he looked at the ash growing on it and taped it, letting it float down over Davis’ head and into the beer he was drinking up. Davis was trying his best to lap at the beer but as it went down it got more difficult. The Captain saw he was having problems, so he lifted up his right foot and pushed it down on the back on Davis’ head, forcing it into the bowl. Davis licked and sucked faster, choking as the beer went up his nose, but after a few minutes he managed to drain the bowl, leaving only a small amount of beer in the bottom.

The Captain looked down. “Lick it clean.” To his surprise and pleasure, the man did so. He leant over to Dejan. “So, tell me his story.” Quickly, Dejan explained and showed the Captain the cocktail of drugs that Davis had been taking. “Interesting. May I suggest adding these?” He gave Dejan the name of three other drugs – two to increase muscle growth, the third to increase suggestibility even more.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 3

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By lthr_jock

Dejan led Davis through the inner door and into the main bar of the club. Davis looked around him at the bare brick walls decorated with pictures of men – men naked, men clothed in fetish wear, men having sex. The bar itself was a huge affair of chrome and glass, illuminated with blue lights. But the men already in the club were what caught his attention – and he caught theirs. The sight of such a man like Davis, a man who would normally be considered a Top, collared and on a leash, was an unusual one. As such, it evoked a lot of interest – and a deal of lust.

Davis paused inside the door to look around. He could see men wearing leather, rubber, skinhead gear, even police uniforms. Some were naked except for shorts, others fully covered – including hoods. The music in the club made it difficult to make anything out, but he could hear sounds from darkened archways, which he associated with sex. He shook his head – what was he doing here?

His train of thought was stopped as Dejan jerked on the leash and led him over to an empty section of bar. Dejan turned to face him.

“No need to be nervous, Sergeant. I realise it’s your first time, but you’re going to have fun. What’s your poison?”

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Training the Sergeant – Part 2

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By lthr_jock

Davis let himself into his house and put the tote bag from the gym on his hallway floor. He saw some letters on the floor including a notification that an attempt had been made to deliver a parcel earlier. He raised an eyebrow – he hadn’t remembered ordering anything. Davis padded upstairs to his bedroom and stripped off his soiled uniform and then took a long slow shower. As he towelled dry, he looked at himself in the mirror. He grinned – the gym was really paying off. He had been doing well for years, but recently he was packing muscle on. He was sporting a fine 6-pack, though it was partially hidden behind his thick pelt of hair.

Davis headed back into his bedroom and looked at the clock. Damn – he had to get moving or he would be late for his appointment. He walked naked downstairs and collected the totebag and returned to his bedroom, emptying the bag and neatly laying the items out on the bed. He looked at it, his cock starting to harden and then began dressing.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 1

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By lthr_jock

Sergeant Davis got in the passenger seat of the patrol car and looked across at the constable driving. PC Fletcher was 24 years old, new to the force and still very much the rookie on the team. Despite his 6ft height and muscular build, he was softly spoken and Davis was accompanying him to help get him used to some of the work he would need to be doing. Davis was an old hand at this – at 40 years old he had been on the force for 15 years and had experienced almost everything the job could throw at him. He was over 6ft tall himself and packed with muscle from his years of training at the gym. His hair was black with flecks of grey and he sported a heavy moustache.

“Right, Fletcher, where’s our first job?”

“Well, Boss, I got a statement to take from that robbery yesterday. Once that’s done, we can go make an arrest attempt.”

“Good man, let’s get that sorted and then we can see what’s going on out there.”

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Up Your Alley: The Next Year – Part 2

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By ty dehner

Things were silent as I was chained over Master Kevin’s bike and left with a stranger in my own living room. Encased in full leather, including my head I can’t speak, I can’t see and I am helpless with this guy. Slowly he moves behind me and he finds a zip in the leather pants that I didn’t know existed. It exposes my ass.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, pig. I don’t give a shit what your Master says, he isn’t here and I make my own rules.”

Without warning he pushes his hard dick into my dry ass and I moan loudly into the hood. He uses me hard and he takes his time punishing my asshole. But if he thinks I’m going to spill the beans for that he is mistaken. I’m pissed that he broke Master’s rules but I won’t be giving into him. His fucking of me lasts a while until he reaches climax and must shoot his load into me.

He collapses on my back and talks to me.

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Up Your Alley: The Next Year – Part 1

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By ty dehner

The single tail whip snapped as it struck my naked backside. This was the 18th strike as I was ordered to keep count when the last lock on the steel wrist restraining was put upon me and connected to the steel St. Andrews Cross that stood in the middle of 10th Street. I was stark naked held fast in steel wrist and ankle restrains locked to the steel cross. My cock has been in its heavy metal chastity belt for a week with a metal plug up my ass and a metal helmet on my head to scream into.

I’ve been on this cross for over an hour and Master Kevin has allowed various leather men to use their floggers, whips and crops on me to show me the power and control he has over his object. This is far different from last year when I was here in full leather. Then I could never had thought I would be owned by Master Kevin and be in his service. But here I am as the next strike really stings and I scream and try to break free of the steel, knowing that I can’t. I feel a leather glove on my back and it gently sooths my burning skin.

“Pig you know how many Facebook and Tumblr feeds you are going to appear in tonight! They don’t know that under that helmet you are sweating in that full leather hood and your mouth is stuffed with the inflatable gag. But they know you are suffering for me and I’m so close to pulling that plug out and fucking you right here on the street!”

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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 10

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By Greg Alexander

It was a warm afternoon, and as Wes walked down the street, he was sweating heavily.

He was sweating, less because of the heat, and more because he had just gotten back from soccer practice and hadn’t had any time to change. He had been (deliberately) wearing the same white athletic socks for 7 solid days now, and he knew his athletic feet were starting to smell. In fact, his teammates had commented on it in the locker room earlier today.

Wes sighed as he trudged on, still wearing his soccer cleats and those socks. He knew he should change them. But he couldn’t help it.

In one hand, he was carrying a grocery bag. He had visited the convenience store earlier in the day, where he had bought a supersized jar of peanut butter, a big container of mayo, a bottle of ketchup and a can of puppy chow dog food. He was walking fast, and his heart rate was a little bit up. He felt excited. Was that wrong? Maybe a little bit. Did Wes care much? Not really. He figured life was too short. He was going to have fun where he could.

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