Skinheads and Legionnaires

By CREUSS

Part 1

stories by CREUSSI have been serving the Foreign Legion for 7 years, aged 17 to 24. After a couple of years of Service I was a Brigadier Chef, the equivalent of a Corporal. With a couple of mates, Legionnaire or Lance corporal or Corporal, we used to have a night leave at times, and we were enjoying spending our free evening in a Café by the old Roman Theatre. Place was quiet and the owner was rather friendly, as were customers.

When there, we used to have a quiet table at the rear of the café, rather cut from the rest of the crowd. When we were 3 or 4 we used to have at least one row each paying for some beer, so we could have four beers each in one evening, often double of this amount!

You know that legionnaires are not allowed to wear casual clothes at any time when in their first contract. So every time we were having a leave we had to leave the barracks in “tenue de sortie,” our equivalent of number 2 dress. We were not allowed to be outside of the barracks on a leave in combats, too.

One night I was with two of my mates, Legionnaire Mike T., an Englishman, and Brigadier Gary S., a Scot. They were a little it older than me, not much, but still. I was 19 and half myself, just back from the NCO school and to become a Marechal des Logis soon, the cavalry equivalent of a Sergeant!

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Master Alex whips Blake Ellis

A lean slave with a fine, bulbous ass is whipped on his broad shoulders, shapely back and round butt, then fucked with a dildo by Master Alex.

Master Alex whips Blake Ellis

Slave Blake is flipped over onto his stomach, face-down on the bondage table, spread-eagled, completely naked. A wedge of wood is placed under his waist, elevating his ass, emphasizing its roundness. His butt is like two balls of white marble, with a quivering, wet hole separating them. Blake knows his ass will be fucked; he just doesn’t know when or how. His master, Alex, enters, naked, carrying a bullwhip. Crack! The whip comes crashing down on his back, then his ass. Within a dozen minutes, his muscular ass and back are covered with brutal welts. In other words, he is ready to be fucked. And sure enough, Alex produces a huge dildo – and shoves it home. Blake gasps in pain. He is in for a long, hard fucking.

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An untamed muscle beast gets tied up and controlled

Security guard Vincent is roped naked on all fours and on display like a slave at the market. There’s no shutting up this mouthy fucker. Even with a big ball gag shoved in his stupid gob he’s hurling insults. They slick him up with oil so all his muscles gleam like a trophy bull. Vincent’s round bum is repeatedly lashed till he’s wailing like a bitch. It’s so easy to control this untamed beast. Rub his cock the right way and it goes very rigid and he’s aching to get off like a big stupid donkey.

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And Then It Woke Up

By GratDelay

Ken Keavey dropped his keys on the table and his duffle on the floor. He was tired but he felt great. He was back from his friend Dmitri’s house and one of the most intense bondage scenes he’d ever experienced. He felt like he had plumbed new depths of subspace. Even now, thinking back on it brought his hand to his crotch. The total immobilization in The Chair, the sensory deprivation and overload, the control of all his most sensitive areas… he was practically ready to do it all again.

But after such an intense experience, what he really wanted to do was to chill. He decided he’d clean off his gear and put it away later and headed into his living room to watch some |||

With a satisfied sigh, Keavey folded up his polishing cloth and set it down. His catsuit was hanging in the shower with a mirror-like shine. All the rest of his gear was cleaned up and properly stowed. After a job well done, he felt ready to chill. He decided to grab a snack before checking out the porn on his Twitter |||

Keavey nudged the last bit of cereal down the drain, turned off the disposal and shut off the tap. Another job well done. He looked into his pantry for something to snack on, but stuff seems to be missing. What happened to his Wheaty Snax or that half-finished bag of cookies from Merchant Pete’s? He felt simultaneous pangs of hunger and dissatisfaction with himself, like he did every night. He’d been meaning to make changes to his diet for some time now, since he’d put on some unwanted pounds; but every night the craving for something sugary caused him to put off his self-discipline for another day.

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