By Unknown
Spoke not too long ago about the mindfucking provided by the military training I endured, I made it sound a little dark, I should clear up now that I love my new life, even though I know I have been conditioned and am still being conditioned. I know it sucks that Metal can’t post who this is, but most of you should hopefully be able to work this out.
Continue reading Military Grunt Discusses Not Beating Off Anymore
Bound soldier Andreas Cavalli is stripped of his shirt, bound to a stool and bandanna gagged.
His huge, hard cock bounces out of his ripped camo pants as he struggles to get free. Ultimately, Andreas is able to wriggle one hand free so he can take care of the full load he desperately wants to blow.
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Here is another of the many awesome works by the artist known as Brick. He has given me permission to post this.
By PFC Pflege
I discovered Rocky one night when Dave and I tied up the boys in the next squadbay who shared our head. We tied them up and put them one by one in the shower. Rocky was an extra guy, who had been waiting next door, trying to buy drugs, and we tied him up, too. He said later that he was from El Paso, but he was crazy and said a lot of things.
By PFC Pflege
After boot camp I was sent to Camp Smith, which sits in the hills overlooking Pearl Harbor. It’s also headquarters for the Fleet Marine Force, and CINCPAC (Commander in Chief Pacific), so it’s a pretty important base. As a result, they spent more money on it than other bases, and the barracks were pretty fancy by Marine Corps standards.
Check out the pictures of this guy chained up in military gear.
He’s on GearFetish as levi501guy
By CREUSS
The squad was progressing under cover, along the hill. We were to walk round the enemy camp, and take them from behind. The Lieutenant gave us this mission, not to overtake them, but to create a second attack, at the same time our forces would invade them from the other side. They call that strategy. It was a realistic training, against the paras, but we did not fear them!
The leading NCO ordered two of us (me and a good mate) to strip naked but the underpants, cover us with dust and earth, and crawl as close as possible to the camp. We had a river to cross swimming; so naked was better (if not, we would be soaked and noisy when getting to the enemies.) So we did, and we took the path we were indicated. Others were to walk a longer distance, to get there, taking a bridge about 5km further. Our scout expedition would help to get quickly and safely to the enemies, and save time the attack. We took the time to be very cautious, and quiet as it would be stupid to be discovered now and let them guess our tactics.
Eventually, we found ourselves very close to their camp. We could see them but not be seen. As the Lieutenant thought, they had very few defences toward the river, as they were expecting us to attack from the other way. We decided to split up, and my mate made a tour around the camp to have a better view behind the rocks on the left side. I saw him crawling and moving slowly, toward the spot he wanted to get to. I would be able to see him from my spot but he won’t be able to see me when he got there.
