Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 22:42:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chad M <chadm97702@yahoo.com>
Subject: SPC in Control - 3

If you're underage, or if it's illegal where you're at or if you are not
interested on guy on guy action please feel free to leave. If you read Part
1 & 2 it will be easier for you to keep with the story. Let me know if
you're still interested or have comments.


SPC IN CONTROL? - 3

PVT Ryan Black was out on patrol with his squad on his sixteenth day in
country. Baghdad was a different place. Kind like the states, but a lot
hotter, dirtier and trash was everywhere. You could tell this country had
been at war or conflict for a while. Ryan spent 10 hours that day on
patrol. He was hot and tired when he got off that evening. He went to the
chow and then got his shower stuff to go take a shower. The showers were in
a trailer down the pad from his room. It sucked to walk down the street to
take a shower or go to the bathroom. That trailer was down the road too. It
could be worse though, he had to shit in the woods in basic training when
they were in the field, so this was much better. He took a quick shower and
then went back to his room. His roommate was not there that was cool. He
had a little time to himself.

He thought about last night and the IM he got:

Master Type - 39 m top master type, 6'3" 200 lbs 7 1/2" cut cock, into
       	control..your stats and asl?  Youngguylikescontrol - 19 m straight
type 6'1" 185 lbs 8" cut fascinated with the control thing, I have been in
control my whole life.  Master Type - you ready to give up control to me
boy?  Youngguylikescontrol - I dunno?  Master Type - I read your profile
boy....I know your in the Army and in Iraq.....you put that on your
page.....I am too if your really ready for some control your first step is
to send me a pic to my e-mail boy, you have until tomorrow - DO IT BOY!
Then be on here same time tomorrow night boy.  Master Type - Night Boy!

Shit, shit shit, Ryan thought to himself, last night. What was this about?
He looked down and his cock was hard as a rock. SPC Smith was the other
side of the room snoring loudly. Last night Ryan pulled down his boxer
briefs and started stroking his cock thinking about the instant messages
that he just got. With his roommate snoring on the other side of the
room. That was the first time he had jacked off since he had been in
Iraq. What did that mean? Shit it made him sooo hot just thinking about
that guy controlling him. And he said that he was in Iraq. Fuck.What about
the don't ask don't tell thing. Shit, what did he want..Ryan needed
this. Every time he thought about it all day he got hard instantly. Shit
was this wrong? He didn't know now. Shit. Ryan got up and took two pics of
himself with his digital camera. He was in PT uniform. He stood and took a
full body shot and then one of just his face. He downloaded them in to his
pics in his computer.

E-mail was the easiest way to keep in touch back home. Ryan started his
email to see if anyone sent him anything. There were three. One from his
mom, one from Debbie and one from Master Type. His yahoo IM opened
automatically when he opened his mailbox. His emails from his mom and
Debbie were nice. Then there was the one from Master Type. All it said was
hit reply and send those pics I told you to NOW boy. Why was Ryan so drawn
to this guy? What was his deal? As Ryan was attaching the first pic, he got
an IM:

Master Type - where's my pics Ryan?  Youngguylikescontrol - I was just
sending them sir, I just got in.  Master Type - Hurry up boy.
Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir. [And with that he attached the other pic
and hit send. Shit what was he thinking?]

Two minutes later he got:

Master Type - second step boy..turn on your cam, invite me and then get
	nude..in that order boy.

Without thinking Ryan got up went to the door locked the deadbolt. Pushed
the link open cam and hit invite to Master Type. Then he pointed the cam at
himself and started to take off his pt shirt, pt shorts..shoes and
socks. And then set down and waited.

Master Type - You think that with boxer briefs on, your nude boy?
Youngguylikescontrol - Uh.No sir!  Master Type - then what the fuck do you
think you're doing boy?  Youngguylikescontrol - Sorry sir! [And with that
Ryan got up and took off his boxers.]  Master Type - that will cost you
boy.  Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir. I understand, sir.  Master Type -
Stroke that cock for me boy, and enjoy it, this is the last time you will
be aloud to cum for a while. Unless we meet.

Ryan sat there on his bed, with his computer and cam on stroking his cock
for some master that he really didn't even know. I was not his choice,
though, it was his new masters and he had to obey. It was in his blood, in
every fiber. Ryan needed this and he new, yet he was sooo scared. What if
someone caught him? He would the head of his dick. It was already hard. All
eight inches were throbbing in his hand. He moaned as he started to work
and stroke his cock faster.

Master Type - Cum for me boy.in your hand and then lick it out with your
tongue.

Ryan did, both cum and lick it up for his new master. It was the first time
he had ever tasted cum let alone his own cum. It was salty, but not bad
tasting. Shit what was he becoming? There was a knock at the door. Black,
its Smith let me in. Fuck, my roommate, Ryan thought grabbing his boxers,
slipping them on and opening the door. Sorry bro.no prob, I understand, SPC
Smith said. With that Ryan went back to his bed. The cam was still on,
Master Type was still watching. Ryan typed:

Youngguylikescontrol - Sorry, sir, My roommate.  Master Type - I understand
boy, totally. Discretion is a must for both of us. Always remember that
boy.  Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir.  Master Type - but never turn the
cam off unless I tell you to. Good job tonight boy. I am proud of you. Are
you ready for your first task, boy?  Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir.
Master Type - First you need to prove yourself, boy. In order to do that
tomorrow I want you to go antenna hill, next to the hill there is an old
abandoned Iraqi building. Go in and there will be a note there. Take your
camera.  Ryan you need to do this, right boy?  Youngguylikescontrol - Yes,
sir. Thank you for understanding tonight sir.  Master Type - Tomorrow
night, be on here about this same time. And have your task done, boy.  Good
Night.  Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir.

And he was gone. Shit, that was close Ryan thought. SPC Smith almost caught
him. What was this task? What was he going to have to prove? Ryan had never
even met this guy, or even seen his pic. Shit! He was hard again and he had
just cum. What was Master Type doing to him?

Ryan was up half of the night thinking about this master and what he had
done for him. Shit Ryan had never been hotter or cum as much when he talked
to this master. He was drawn to him, and yet he didn't even know him. what
was this about? Why did he need this soo much...He was straight.....he was
in the Army....Shit he was in Iraq fighting for his country and their way
of freedom. Yet, there was this part of him that could not diobey Master
Type. He needed him, and he didn't understand why, yet. But he would. with
that Ryan slept.

The next morning, Ryan's roommate woke him up. Bro, we need to go to
chow...it's going to close in 20 minutes. Today is a down day....so we
don't have alot else to do. That was good for Ryan to know. He thought
about the task he was told to complete. Maybe, he would blow it off and
just not do it. And not respond to Master Type any more. He could get into
big trouble for what he was thinking about doing. If he just stopped now,
it would be over and then no one would ever know, or need to find out
anything. He just didn't know.

But then, at about 1300 hours Ryan found himself putting his digital camera
into his pocket and heading out for antenna hill. There was an old
abandoned iraqi building there. Ryan thought about what Master Type had
said, "Ryan, you need to do this right boy?" Ryan turned around to walk
away.....He stopped...he looked back at the building. Well, he was here, he
could at least read the note and see what it said. He was here after
all. And it was a long walk to the hill. He went into the building. There
were several rooms at the other end of the building. He went into three of
them before finding a note taped to a wall in the fourth room. Ryan's heart
started beating faster. Theres the note, at least he needed to read it. It
said:

Ryan:

Your doing good, boy. You made it here. Congratulations. That was the first
step.  The second is proving to me that you are ready for a master and you
to be controled. To be controlled is what you need. Now you need to prove
it to me. I NOW own you Ryan. YOu are my boy. My boytoy. You need my
approval to cum, your balls, cock, nipples and ass are mine. You need my
permission to use them for pleasure and pain. With pain comes pleasure. You
must get thru ...or endure the pain to get to the pleasure.  You need the
pain as much as you need the pleasure. You know you do boy.

To prove to yourself and me that you are now mine...you will take a few
pictures of yourself for me. The will be as follows: 1. in your uniform as
you are now....full body 2. no shirt, no tee-shirt...just ACU pants and
boots....full body 3. just boxers....full body 4. nude.....full body
5. nude hard cock...full body 6. nude backside view....full body 7. nude
ass cheeks pulled apart...exposing my new boyhole to me...full body. And
Ryan, I want your face in all of the shots. I understand discression and
the privacy thing. YOU WILL do this for your new master, ME. This will
between you and me only. This is you giving yourself totally to me....your
pictures, your trust, your commitment. And you will give it all over to me
freely, and then we can meet and start your training, boy. Take the
pictures now boy. Then be online tonight when I told you to.

MASTER TYPE


Ryan sat down. Shit, pictures...those pictures of him, here. Fuck NO! thats
not right.  He couldn't do it. He was straight and this guy wanted him to
expose his ass to him? Fuck! He rested his hand on his thigh. He just know
realized that he had been rock hard since he left his room. But now his
cock was dripping pre-cum, from just the thought of him doing this. Give
myself to him totally. Shit. He wanted to control me, my mind, my body, my
cock. Shit, shit, shit. Ryan got up and started to walk out. As he started
to walk out, he knew he couldn't. Then he looked up. On the back of the
pillar he had passed earlier was another note.

All it said, was get back in that room and complete your task, BOY. Your
not a quiter!

Shit, Ryan thought, did this guy know him or what? Thats what he was
thinking. But, be his boytoy? I'm not a quiter, but I can't do
this. Shit. Ryan walked back into that fourth room. He started to complete
his given task at hand. It was as if he was there, but not there. Next
thing Ryan new was he was nude bent over exposing his pucker to the camera
on the other wall. It was a good thing, he bought a good cam, with a
remote, otherwise he would have been screwed. He couldn't even imagine
having to find someone to take this pics for him, that would have
sucked. He was glad he spent the extra money on this camera. He put his
uniform back on, collected his things and left the abandoned building. He
never noticed the guy sitting in the vehicle at the bottom of the hill,
Master Type did notice him though.



More to follow.....if your interested.....Ryan's in Iraq, he read the note
and completed the task, would he talk to that master tonight online? Does
he need this? This master? Let me know if I should continue. Let me know if
you think they should be longer or if their about right. Send comments to
chadm97702@yahoo.com.