Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2006 13:44:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gay-Authoritarian-Sailor and the Sergeant 9 - By Gruntraq

Continued:Now dark out, he and Ritchie decided to head
back toward the pad. Most of the boutique stores were
closed but a few still had their doors open. On their
way out of the Village an open store got Ritchie`s
attention. "Wait, we need to get you a few things"

Ritchie dashed in into the small store with Chad in
tow. The smell in the store immediately put Chad on
guard. Getting a grip on his surroundings he scanned
the leathers and the many odd devices lining the racks
and walls. The smell was similar to that of a leather
tack shop back in Montana, but there was a underlying
smell of rubber and porn shop mixed in that reminded
of the mouth gag that Ramos and his men had strapped
on him. Chad slowed, but Ritchie egged him "Come on,
nobody is going to bite you in here". As they walked
toward the back of the narrow shop Ritchie waved at
the big grey-bearded guy behind the counter.
Greybeard, the bulging and older shop owner wearing a
leather vest and visor  asked, "Can I help you find
anything?" Nodding at him Ritchie replied, "Yeah we
need to measure my friend here for a harness." Chad
looked at Ritchie with a frown, "A Harness?"

Ritchie picked out a number of devices that Chad
really didn't completely grasp. All the while Ritchie
just said, "trust me". At the register, Ritchie looked
over Greybeard's shoulder to the wall rack behind him
and asked "How much is that anal training set there?"
Greybeard turned around and asked, "The polished
stainless or the latex?" Ritchie turned to Chad and
asked, "What's your pleasure bro? Rubber or steel?"
Chad was looking at him horror mouthing, "anal
training set?" . The cone shaped objects in various
sizes and their implied use sent a shiver though him.
Ritchie just turned back to Greybeard and said "Let's
make it stainless steel". Greybeard asked totaled up
the merchandise and asked Ritchie, "Company Tab?". The
Surfer nodded his head affirmative.

Back at the apartment Ritchie packed a bowl of
Humboldt Green in his bong while Chad went through the
bag of goodies he just inherited. He pulled out a full
leather top harness, a butt-plug harness, a couple of
various cock rings and leather ball stretching cuffs,
a couple tubes of lube, and then the heavy box came
out. Chad held the black box in his hand with a clear
window that displayed the four polished steel butt
plugs.

"Dude, I'm not sure about this  shit," Sailor groused
while handling the steel asshole stretchers.  Ritchie
pondered his apprehensions and stopped walking. "Look
man, do you trust me?" He asked Chad. "You don't have
to do anything you don't want to", Ritchie
interrupted. "But if you want to do this cop thing. If
being a cop in this City is what you want,  you got to
get past Sgt. Ramos because you are already a marked
man in his book. He already owns you. He has already
decided you will be part of his world here on the
force. You have to prove yourself to him on his
playing field. That means you need to trust me and let
me help you prepare for the intitiation". "Initiation?
I thought this was just a party we were going to" Chad
replied. "I mean I feel like this is some king of cult
or something". Ritchie looked at him and laughed. "It
is better than a cult Chad. It is a brotherhood of
power, sex, and justice. You get in with these guys
and you will have a level of camaraderie that you
never had in the Navy." You pass your entry exam and
this weekend is your initiation, and a way to pay the
rent - best of both worlds" Chad smiled nervously,
"Alright I'll stop being a worry wart. But I am still
a little geeked about these anal training things".

Ritchie pulled down a deep hit of the mean green and
handed the bong to Chad. The Sailor was still just
looking at the box and back up to Ritchie. "Take a hit
bro and stop looking at me like I am a psycho killer".
Chad set down the box and sucked on the bong for a
moment. With smoke wafting out of his mouth Sailor
charged, "These things are going to fit in my ass?"
Ritchie had made a trip to the kitchen and returned
with a couple of beers. Handing one of them to Chad,
he said. "You'll love it bro. Believe me when I tell
you that once you get into this, you wont be able to
get enough. Besides, we only have a few more days till
this weekend and you need to be ready for fisting by
then". Almost spitting out his beer and choking,
"Fisting?".

Still contemplating spending his last stash of cash on
a plane ticket back to Bozeman, Montana Chad helped
Ritchie carry the weightlifting table from Dave's room
out to the living room. Once they had the padded bench
set up between the couch and the TV, Ritchie told Chad
to take all of his clothes off. The Surfer leaned back
on the couch as he watched his Prince pull off his
loose Levi shorts and the rest of his manly attire.
Once he was completely naked, Chad stood there and
said, "Now what?" "Come over here and let me suck your
cock", Ritchie replied. The Sailor walked over to him
and swung his meat in front of his face. Ritchie
grabbed Chad's balls and carefully wove them through
the ring on the butt-plug harness, putting spit on his
scrotum to make it easy. Then, taking his hands around
Chad's waist and between his legs, Ritchie hung the
harness over his hips and cinched up the belt. Then he
grabbed the smallest leather ball cuff and proceeded
to install it on Chad's freshly shaved scrotum.
Cupping his balls in his hand he pulled them down and
worked the cuff on with the other hand and snapped it
up. The exercise got the Sailor hard as a rock. `So
are you going to suck my cock now?" Chad ordered. "Not
yet", Ritchie replied as he stood up and helped get
the tight new torso harness onto Chad's beefy upper
side.  Standing back he looked his leather strapped
Sailor up and down and admired his little makeover.
"Now lay down on the bench!"

He laid Chad on his back with his legs up and hanging
over the pad wrapped weight bar. Ritchie propped his
head up with a pillow from the couch and asked if Chad
was comfortable enough. "Yeah, actually I am". "Good"
Ritchie replied as he grabbed the 1.5" steel plug
from the box. Chad felt the wet stickiness of lubed
fingers tabbing him and started to relax a bit. "Now I
am gonna use the smallest one, that is no bigger
around than any of the cocks you have had up your ass
to this point, except maybe Ramos." Ritchie assured.
"Just shut your eyes and relax". Chad then felt the
cold smooth steel slowly probing at his hole. It felt
good at first while Ritchie gently slid it in, with
increasing pressure. The feeling got dull and then
sharp for a moment as the apex crossed his gate and
then it popped into him and stopped.  Chad clenched
his ass muscles  against the steel and reveled in the
fullness of it. "Okay, how was that?" Ritchie asked.
"Fine", Chad answered. "Fine?. Uh, okay, then we need
to go to the next one now".

Pulling the metal prod from Chad's asshole, Ritchie
grabbed the 1.75 inch plug and began working it into
his Prince's punch hole. This time Ritchie was getting
more resistance as he pushed it in. Chad was wincing a
little and pushing back. "You need to relax your
muscles, you are pushing it back out at me. You have
to tell your muscles to accept the intruder". Chad
rolled his head back as Ritchie pushed harder and
gently twisted the plug. Chad's breathing got faster
and more shallow as he held the plug firm in the
fight. "Take a deep breath Chad", Ritchie instructed.
"Then let it out nice and slow, and that's when I'll
push. We'll keep doing repetitions. Got it?" Chad
nodded his head as the sharp but hollow pain at his
fuck hole began to dominate him. "Breathe", Ritchie
said. Chad grabbed the bench under his back with his
hands and squeezed as Ritchie kept the pressure on. As
he breathed out each time he could feel a splitting
burning sensation rising between his legs that got
stronger and stronger, making it hard to keep his
breathing slow. As he was letting out his deep breath
the fourth time he felt  a movement that shot a wave
of electricity through him causing him to yell out
"Ahhhaahhahhh!" The pain wave seemed to last for
forever as the apex of the larger steel bullet passed
and stretched his squeeze ring where it had never gone
before. "Ahhhhoooowuuhhaa!" The pressure kept on as he
tried shooting the thing back out and bucked on the
table. Suddenly the pressure went away as it popped
into his hot hole. "Ahhhhhee owww! Take it out! Take
it out!" Chad shouted. "Oooohhhhh! Aaaawweeeooooww!
Ritchie pushed the base of it against his squeeze ring
now clenched around the steel shaft. He then took the
rear strap of the harness and cinched it tight in his
crotch, locking he plug in tight.

"Squeeze your ass muscles around it! Embrace the pain
and quit crying. SQUEEZE IT!" Ritchie commanded. As
Chad laid there holding as still as he could with the
piercing awl in his ass with no relief Ritchie sat on
the couch and sparked another bong hit.

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