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Brig Story – Part 05
By Tommy Guns
Finally, left alone in my cell, I laid down on my rack and got to thinking about the action the night before. My hard-on returned with a real vengeance, and I thought that I now had the time and opportunity to relieve myself. Alas, it was not to be. Just as I was getting into a rhythm, I heard footsteps coming down the passageway. They stopped at my door, and a key was put in the lock. I scrambled to get my cock stuffed back into my trousers, and almost made it before the cell door was thrown open. Standing in the doorway was the hot Corporal from earlier, framed in the light from the passageway overheads.
In his hands he had the leather belt and leg irons, and ordered me down on my knees facing the rear bulkhead. I said, “Sir, yes Sir,” and immediately got off the rack and hit my knees as instructed. He locked the belt in place, cuffed my wrists, and after he put the leg irons on, he ordered me to stand up and face him at attention. I struggled to my feet, turned around and stood before him. Just looking at his well toned body, deep blue eyes, and that uniform snuggly fitted to his body brought my cock to full attention again. He saw the effect he was having on me and a slight smile crept across his face. He then asked me, “I heard you’re a fudge packer. Is that true prisoner?” I replied, “Sir, yes Sir and this prisoner would be pleased to relieve the Corporal of his stress in any other way if would please the Corporal Sir!”
Training the Sergeant – Part 1
By lthr_jock
Sergeant Davis got in the passenger seat of the patrol car and looked across at the constable driving. PC Fletcher was 24 years old, new to the force and still very much the rookie on the team. Despite his 6ft height and muscular build, he was softly spoken and Davis was accompanying him to help get him used to some of the work he would need to be doing. Davis was an old hand at this – at 40 years old he had been on the force for 15 years and had experienced almost everything the job could throw at him. He was over 6ft tall himself and packed with muscle from his years of training at the gym. His hair was black with flecks of grey and he sported a heavy moustache.
“Right, Fletcher, where’s our first job?”
“Well, Boss, I got a statement to take from that robbery yesterday. Once that’s done, we can go make an arrest attempt.”
“Good man, let’s get that sorted and then we can see what’s going on out there.”
Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 04
By Greg Alexander
I tried to dart past them, springing forward with a surge of adrenaline and aiming for the narrow gap between them. Using just one hand, Collin casually grabbed my arm and arrested me in mid-stride.
Still I kicked and struggled frantically. But at just 5’9”, with a lithe but nevertheless scrawny build, I didn’t stand a prayer against two muscular jocks at the height of their athletic abilities. Without even breaking a sweat, Collin dragged me back into the room, and Trevor quietly shut the door.
At that point I was a little hysterical. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I opened my mouth and started to scream at the top of my lungs.
Calmly, Trevor reached into the workout bag that he was carrying and fished out a role of duct tape. I tried to run away. But Collin effortlessly took my head into a vice-like grip and held me still while Trevor yanked a long piece of tape off and wrapped it around my face, covering my mouth. Still I tried to scream, but Trevor quickly wrapped the tape around my head in several loops, until my voice had been completely muffled.
Busman’s Holiday – Part 18
By lthr_jock
Clark stood outside Vickers’ house and swore under his breath. He looked at his open top jeep and then down at himself. The boiler suit was gaping open, revealing his shaved chest and harness to the world. He tried to pull it closer but the suit was clearly too small for him and nothing he did made it any better. He thought about hammering on Vickers’ door but after the way Vickers had been acting, Clark was sure that the door would not be opened. After a couple of minutes of indecision, Clark got into the driving seat. He winced as he sat down and the cock cuff caught in the material of the boiler suit and he reached down to try and make it comfortable. He soon discovered that it couldn’t be fully comfortable and decided to drive off after he looked up and saw one of Vickers’ neighbours peering at him between their curtains.
Clark turned the key in the ignition and to his surprise the normally efficient engine turned over a few times and then coughed, spluttered and died. He tried again with much the same result. Clark groaned – he would hate to have to call the RAC dressed like this. He tried again and this time the engine caught, although as he started to pull away the jeep lurched strangely. Clark headed for home concentrating on nursing his vehicle back to his garage.
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