Sarge said nothing, nor did his partner, but they both knew that Sarge was pretty close to Sgt Steve Bradly, featured on the wall behind. Sarge remembered that his pal was away for a few days, and then a bit subdued when he next saw him in the sleazy little upstairs gym that the local cops favoured. Everything was basic, including the cramped two-man shower at the back. When Bradly took his top off Sarge saw that both nipples had a plaster. Sarge looked at them and raised his eyebrows with a smirk. `Yeah, Carole likes to bite em, and last night she got carried away a bit` Bradly laughed. But after their workout Sarge couldn't help noticing his mate's balls. `Christ, sure I haven't noticed them that big before` he thought to himself, but said nothing. He couldn't help taking a second look though when they were close up in the shower, and Bradly said `Caught a lucky punch from a bastard I was taking in last night round the back of the Tanner Street warehouses`. `Hope you made him pay for that` said Sarge. Bradly just mumbled something
over time the plasters disappeared, revealing nipples like tyre valves. They seemed to get longer if anything. And the testicles varied, but sometimes they looked fucking massive. The reality was that his sadistic little partner had something on Bradly, and he was calling him in every few weeks for a `chat`. This bloke-to-bloke chat took the form of a belting, as per the picture on the wall, or maybe a punchbag session with MMA mitts or boxing gloves. The last time he used a brass knuckleduster, and Bradly cum at every hit
`Think your tough eh? Now we'll see how much pain you can take sergeant, sir`
both men knew how it worked. The young guy was posing for his boss, and his boss was taking it all in. The massive deltoids, the flaring lats, the handsome thighs that could smoothly force open any woman's legs with ease and keep them there, the heavy tool, and the packed nuts. They were an alpha combination and Sarge was proud of him. He could take anything from this cocky young geezer, and he knew that that dripping cock was telling him that there was plenty of punishment heading his way
Sarge said nothing, nor did his partner, but they both knew that Sarge was pretty close to Sgt Steve Bradly, featured on the wall behind. Sarge remembered that his pal was away for a few days, and then a bit subdued when he next saw him in the sleazy little upstairs gym that the local cops favoured. Everything was basic, including the cramped two-man shower at the back. When Bradly took his top off Sarge saw that both nipples had a plaster. Sarge looked at them and raised his eyebrows with a smirk. `Yeah, Carole likes to bite em, and last night she got carried away a bit` Bradly laughed. But after their workout Sarge couldn't help noticing his mate's balls. `Christ, sure I haven't noticed them that big before` he thought to himself, but said nothing. He couldn't help taking a second look though when they were close up in the shower, and Bradly said `Caught a lucky punch from a bastard I was taking in last night round the back of the Tanner Street warehouses`. `Hope you made him pay for that` said Sarge. Bradly just mumbled something
ReplyDeleteover time the plasters disappeared, revealing nipples like tyre valves. They seemed to get longer if anything. And the testicles varied, but sometimes they looked fucking massive. The reality was that his sadistic little partner had something on Bradly, and he was calling him in every few weeks for a `chat`. This bloke-to-bloke chat took the form of a belting, as per the picture on the wall, or maybe a punchbag session with MMA mitts or boxing gloves. The last time he used a brass knuckleduster, and Bradly cum at every hit
`Think your tough eh? Now we'll see how much pain you can take sergeant, sir`
ReplyDeleteboth men knew how it worked. The young guy was posing for his boss, and his boss was taking it all in. The massive deltoids, the flaring lats, the handsome thighs that could smoothly force open any woman's legs with ease and keep them there, the heavy tool, and the packed nuts. They were an alpha combination and Sarge was proud of him. He could take anything from this cocky young geezer, and he knew that that dripping cock was telling him that there was plenty of punishment heading his way