By Erik of Roids and Rants
I enter the apartment. The bathroom is right next to the entrance like they told me, and after shedding my shoes and overcoat I enter the bathroom and strip. I was told to bring my Slick It Up hood with me, the tight black one with only a hole for the mouth, and once I’m naked I pull it on. The last thing I see is myself in the whole-length mirror, my dick already swaying hard, face a little anxious but excited.
By CREUSS
Part 1
I was enjoying spending a couple of hours, on weekends, at my local café… Not for drinking, but for the company… It was a nice friendly place, where some legionnaires used to come and have a drink too!
Not a noisy place, or somewhere they were drinking too much, but a place where they used to come and have a rest.
Actually, it was not a “bar à soldats”, where they were most of the customers, as they exist around stations, or barracks, but a place where they sometimes come, where they expect to be no more than “normal” customers…
As a matter of fact, weeks after weeks, it became obvious that most of the soldiers here were regular customers, and actually, they were quite a few to come… probably no more than 15 from the local barracks… but every week-end, 3 to 5 were always here…
I started to get used to see them after a few months, and they were used to the locals too! But they did not mix with the public easily…
By CREUSS
Here they are…
Three men, captured…
They are not proper prisoners. Just soldiers like me, but from another company, captured a few hours earlier just for this mock battle…
They are sitting on the ground, back to a tree.
If they had no handcuffs in their back, around the tree, to prevent them to leave their place, we could think they are just resting for a while.
I am exhausted…
It is our fifth day in the countryside, fighting for training.
I’m still OK, but I haven’t properly slept for five days (and nights). No problem, it is always like that… it is part of the training…
I look at them, and notice they look quiet, peaceful and actually, they are sleeping. Lucky them!
By an anonymous friend of Metalbond
Part 1
At first it appeared as an inanimate black silhouette, the reflective outline of a lifeless mannequin, folded and chained inside steel bars. As the lighting intensified, however, efforts at movement were obvious. When the compact package struggled to squirm, the exertions showed an unmistakably male form, masculine and athletic, sealed in rubber, and contorted by bondage.
By skinric
Part 1
It had been a hard week and a half for Ric doing the final details of the design work for this job. His neck was all stiff from the long hours in front of the computer screen. But it had gone quicker and more easily than had expected because of the peace and quiet of the small holiday cottage that had been offered by the client as a base to work from.
By CREUSS
Once more, it is a true story…
I have been a soldier for a couple of years. The army was the kind of life I always wanted to get, and I did not regret to leave everything of my previous life behind. As a matter of fact, I would say today we had some odd way to behave, compare to the life I have now, after I left the army. But in the past, it was not rare to have odd way to behave, and get punished for that…I won’t make any psychology right here, and will tell you what happened one day…
The officer decided I was to be punished.
Don’t ask why, I probably deserved it…He wanted to teach me a lesson. So I was to be ready at 8PM, standing at attention, just in front of my squad building.
After dinner by 6.30 PM, I get prepared. I was dressed in standard battledress. In the ’80s, they used to be plain green. Just before 8.00, I arrived on the spot, and stood at attention. I waited about 3 hours, not moving, and not seeing anybody. Of course some soldier mates were passing through, but no officer. I was getting tired and wondering if I won’t spend all night here.
By david stein
Part 1
The room is about 12 feet on a side and 10 feet high, the walls faced with roughly dressed light-gray stone. The floor is covered with thick black rubber and slopes gently toward a drain in one corner. On the ceiling there’s gray acoustical tile.
By CREUSS
Once more, it is a true story …
As you will discover in the text, I was not “100% conscious” at all time, so I will tell you things how they happened really, not as I felt them on the spot. To make the text easier to read, I will also include at their place some facts I did not know, but I’ve been told later then…
I was young. I was well built, sporty and in good shape. Since the previous year, I had my hair cut high and tight, even if it was not exactly the US army regulations … anyway, I was looking like either a young soldier or a skinhead…
Summer was hot, and I passed my exams the month before. It was time to decide what to do for my future…
I always had a fascination for the army. My family was not accepting it, as they were rather antimilitarist. Anyway, I took the benefit of my summer break to tour around and get information about what I could do. After the army career centre I had all I need on the administration side. But I wanted to know more about the real life in the army…