Training the Sergeant – Part 9

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The next day, Davis had a day off work but he still started off early with a heavy two-hour session at the gym and an eight-mile run. As he towelled off after his shower, he looked at his reflection in his bathroom mirror. The gym was definitely working on him – he now had some serious definition on his abs under his pelt of hair, and when he did a double bicep pose his arms swelled impressively. His legs were similarly growing, and his arse was definitely getting tighter. His new high and tight haircut looked good against his craggy face, and removing the beard and moustache had taken 10 years off him. He grabbed his electric razor and shaved, remembering to run it around his head to preserve the effect of the haircut.

He padded naked through to his bedroom and opened up his wardrobe to decide what to wear today. The card he had been given the night before had an address on one side and the words “Cohiba Esplendidos” on the other side. The address was close to a local shopping centre, so he decided to drive there. He grabbed some clothes and started to put them on.

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Russian Army soldier gets a cruel back whipping

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Sanechek is a Russian Army soldier getting a cruel back whipping. The Russian Army has many ways of torturing a soldier, and back whipping is the hardest way. His hands are bound to the wall so that he will not have a way to escape and to avoid the torture. Master and his assistant are using the long whip for the soldier’s back. Despite his cries, exclamations and tears, the soldier accepts the searing layers of pain that wrack him wave after wave. The standing position delivers him more pain, with his back muscles tense. He’s in agony while the tormentors are in the process of scarring his back.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 8

By lthr_jock

Davis submissively allowed himself to be led across the club, the thick leather of the collar around his neck somehow as reassuring as it was arousing. As they moved through the crowd, he felt hands running over his leathers, caressing his muscles through it, and with a groan he pressed against them. He felt a hand fumble at the buckle of his Sam Brown and looked down to see who it was. As he did so, Fletcher stopped walking and jerked on his leash.

“Eyes FRONT, Sergeant.”

Davis obeyed and fixed his eyes on Fletcher’s face. Fletcher dropped the leash and stood where he could get a good view. Davis felt the Sam Brown being undone and the leather strap fed out from under his right epaulette. He could feel the straps dangling down against his leathered legs as the unseen hands unbuckled his jacket and unzipped it. Without moving his eyes, he could see glimpses and reflections in the mirrored shades Fletcher was wearing. Several men were clustered around Davis – all of them wearing some form of leather or rubber, though some were virtually naked.

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Aaron is tied up, gagged and worked over

At BreederFuckers, Aaron’s battered and bruised arse cheeks are still burning hot from his discipline, but they are not done with him yet. Dave grips his tight white pants and wrenches them up to give him an almighty wedgie that slices against his sensitive sphincter. When that thin covering is cut away, his body is completely vulnerable to prodding and probing of his fucking hot straight arsehole. Every whack from the wooden paddle to his sore behind causes Aaron unbearable pain.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 7

By lthr_jock

Davis was gasping as he pounded up the pavement at the end of his eight-mile run. Going on a run was not unusual for Davis – the length of the run and what he was wearing was. He had on a pair of black Underarmour compression shorts, a black and orange pair of Adidas trainers and a sleeveless orange and black compression vest. He had on nothing else except his iPod, which was docked in a holder on his right bicep. Today’s run had been a good one, so he’d done eight rather than five miles. It felt like he was floating along, so he had cranked the music up and ran around oblivious to the stares of the public, who got an extremely good view of the bulge barely hidden by his shorts.

As he approached his house he saw someone stepping away from his doorstep. He pulled out his ear-buds. “Hey there – can I help you with something?”

The man turned and Davis recognised him, though he wasn’t totally sure from where. It was a 6-foot tall young black man – maybe in his late 20s. He was wearing a tight pair of leather jeans, boots and a white wife-beater vest under a leather jacket. His hair was neatly trimmed and he was clean-shaven.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 6

By lthr_jock

Fletcher grinned to himself as he led Sergeant Davis down to the garage level. The Sarge was clearly having trouble keeping up due to the transport chains, and his shuffling walk only made the chains clank more loudly. Fletcher made sure to keep his pace fast so that Davis had to work to keep up – all the more difficult as Davis couldn’t see out of the headbag.

Fletcher led Davis to the backdoor of a transport van and helped Davis inside. There, he secured the transport chains to a ring in the floor and locked Davis inside the van before clambering into the driving seat. As he drove across town, he fondled his growing cock as he thought about what was in store for Davis.

The journey took about 20 minutes – but to Davis it seemed like hours. He couldn’t see anything, and the back of the van was uncomfortable and noisy. Finally it stopped and he heard the sound of boots on gravel as Fletcher walked around to the back of the van. He heard the low rumble of voices outside the van, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly, the door of the van was opened, his chains were unlocked from the bolt in the floor and he was being pulled outside. There were multiple hands on him – three men at least – and from the feel of them they were strong and clearly used to dealing with restrained people. They grabbed him around the arms and started to march him off. He tried to keep up by hobbling along, but they were moving too fast and he soon tripped. The hands held him upright but did not stop – they just dragged him along until he struggled back onto his feet.

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