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New Gear – Part 2
By ty dehner
In a flash, I was face down in the heavy, creamy mud! I could still breathe thanks to the gaps in the helmet that protected my head, but I could feel the wetness of the mud soaking my lightweight jersey. As I recovered from the shock of being dumped, I started to struggle to right myself to get my face out of the mud. But the more I struggled, the more I seem to sink into it. I totally forgot about my Master and his truck, so I paused for a moment and I didn’t hear anything. Did he drive off and just leave me to worm my way in the muck?
I could feel the mud making its way into my helmet, and if I didn’t roll over I would end up suffocating in this stuff. There was nothing firm to grab onto with my bound hands, so it was really difficult to move. My heavy boots worked as they could but were bound together with the tape. I know the mud is caking on my new gear, and I could feel it soaking now into my pants and gloves. The goggles were covered with mud, so I couldn’t see anything. I tried reaching down with my hands deep into the mud but didn’t find a bottom. This really freaked me out, for I could end up sinking into this never to be seen again.
I tried with all my might and got myself shifted on my side. Raising my hands, I wiped some of the mud from the goggles so I could see. It wasn’t a clear view, but I could see the building under construction just beyond me. As I rolled over my legs went deeper into the mud, allowing me to bend at my waist a bit, but when I tried pulling my legs up they were stuck. I would not be getting out on my own. I turned, looking for Master, and found him not far. He was standing on the tailgate of the truck that was only a few feet from me. He yelled my name, and I looked up at him in his USMC desert ACUs and he had his cock out. The first splash of his piss struck the top of my helmet and ran down, mixing with the mud.
Prisoner in the mud
Here are some pictures from a while back, from Zerotaf, of one of his prisoners:
This guy looks all messy, tied up like that in the mud!
Lost a Big Dick Contest
Meet in a hotel room, bring the following:
shorts
jock
jock tea
tape measure
coin
big dick contest loser sign
tape
bottles of beer
shaving cream
pie tins
deck of cards
bucket or jug for pisspot
piss gag
briefs
paddle
blindfold
peanut butter
dove soap
icyhot
wrist restraints
gunge supplies
paper towels
garbage bags
supplies for ultimate loser punishment if you win
Pre-challenge A – Big dick contest
Both guys strip to shorts and jock, no cockrings, ballstrechers or any other “toys” can be worn on any part of the body. Stand facing away from each other and drop shorts and jock. Both guys get as hard as they can, then after 60 seconds turn and face each other and compare dick size.
The Moat
By CREUSS
This time, after a few stories, I am back to a true story…
I was in the army, as I explained before… There is no reason to waste time to tell you about my army life…
Anyway, we were into a “commando course,” something quite hard, but rather interesting… Quite a challenge.
I won’t let you know why, but for any reason, I have done something wrong that awarded me to be punished.
As it was not really possible to be withdrawn from the course, the punishment had to be quick and efficient, to impress me and the rest of the squad.
Among the possibilities of the course, there was what we call “une Tyrolienne”. The English call that a toggle rope, I think (but I am not 100% sure of the translation).
From the top tower of the fort, it was possible to slide along the rope, down to the moat. We used to hold us with a special rope to grip both hands on each side of the rope. The bent of the rope could make the speed quite fast…