Monday, 22 December 2014
Bull Sergeant 1
My Christmas Wishes post gave me the idea for a story. We'll see how it goes. The sadistic young constable lusts after his bull sergeant. He changes his shifts and leave to be near the big man, and at last gets the chance he's been waiting for. Returning from an assignment and due four days leave, they are off the police radar. Pulling off the road into a deserted wood the sergeant pulls out his massive cock for a piss. The constable draws his truncheon.....
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Tam has his own storyline in mind, but he can’t complain if his compositions spark something off in his viewers, as they always do with me
ReplyDeletethe blond bad boy on the right, ready to bring his sergeant to his knees. Taking a muscular swing at his boss and buddy – he’s gone into my `Heading For a Whipping` series ..
KRACKK .. those muscles are now stretched tight, arms high and wide, tendons taut as a piano wire, sweat and oil running in rivulets down his hard, hairy physique as he gulps air into his wheezing lungs. Sarge is having his fun now, and he’s enjoying it. He’s taking it real slow with this blond bastard. Maybe laying his whip across him once a minute, if that. He’s loving how this guy is taking it – quietly. Proudly stifling a deep groan between his white, tightly clenched teeth. Sarge is loving how the whip end reaches sonic levels as it hits his mate’s big, glistening deltoids with maximum G-force. Wrapping a punishing kiss of male correction onto a body this young bloke is so proud of. Girls sob themselves to sleep over him. He’s given babies to at least three, and that's just the girls. One besotted old queen bought him an Audi S6
CRACK .. the bloke now shudders uncontrollably, his thighs shaking and his arms rattling his chains. He refuses to cry out, but the noise is going deep now, from deep in his guts, like a groan of despair coming up from a cave in the ground. Sarge is so loving this. His hard-on is wet and sticky, but he won’t touch himself as he would shoot. He wants another one of those cries, but he’d better be careful. The security guard at the gate here knows Sarge, and asks no questions. When Sarge is on the property at night he knows `matters are being sorted`. But he can’t push it too far, as the guy’s job could be on the line. Sarge is eyeing up his young mate’s back, planning his next stroke, when he notices Ahmed, the guard, out of the corner of his eye. He’s leaning in the door frame, in his blue uniform shirt, pants, cap and boots. He nods at Sarge, and pulls his cap lower over his eyes. He stays put, leaning in the door frame, his eyes fixed on the guy in the X-frame. Sarge reaches back and lets another one fly. It hits square across his mate’s buttocks, buttocks firm and white below the Tenerife tan line, but now marked with a blue/white line that starts to turn an angry red. The bloke lets out the loudest groan yet, almost a shout, as his back stiffens under the pain and his body wobbles between the shackles. CRACK .. Sarge gives him another one, almost in the same place, and the guy shouts. `Awwww, Sarge. I’m sorry mate, I’m so sorry`
CRAKKK The guy’s chest is heaving for air and he’s sobbing soundlessly
Sarge grips his cock to stop from coming, and reaches his whip arm back for the next stroke. There’s a metallic clinking sound in the doorway as Ahmed unbuckles his pants