Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2007 07:28:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chad M <chadm97702@yahoo.com>
Subject: SPC IN CONTROL-6

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interested on guy on guy action, please feel free to leave. If you read
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SPC IN CONTROL? - 6


You must get through the pain to get to the pleasure. Master Type pushed
the entire 7 1/2 inches into Ryan. Ryan screamed again. It felt as if his
guts were been torn and ripped by a red hot cattle prod. Fuck this hurt
more then anything had ever hurt in his life. Oh, fuck....shit... He
thought he might pass out from the pain. Master Types cock was buried to
his pubes in his boys hole. Right after he sunk it in all the way, he
pulled out. And then did it again. Ryan was not expecting it. Shit he
didn't know what to expect. He had never done this before. He just felt the
need to. The need to do this. To have a cock in his boyhole. Shit. He never
even had fingered himself until he had met Master Type. After about ten or
fifteen thrusts, all the way in....all the way out, of Master Types cock,
Ryan was no longer screaming, Ryan felt a dull ache and now every time
Master Types cock went past Ryans' prostrate, Ryan felt all tingly and with
each pass was a wave of electricity. He could not describe it. It was as if
a wave of pleasure radiated through his body with each touch of Master
Types cock to his g spot. Fuck yea. Oh...fuck yea... Now Ryan was moaning
...and groaned in a state of lust...pleasure. Fuck there was still that
dull ache but now there was this intense pleasure. Then he remembered
Master Types comment, with pain comes pleasure. Fuck yea. When that thought
popped into his brain, Ryan started cumming right there. He had not touched
his cock. There he was, hanging from a chain, getting fucked brutally and
he was shooted loads of cum onto the floor in this Iraqi building
room. Fuck this was hot as hell. About then, Master Type cam as well and
coated Ryans' insides for the first time ever. They were both over the
top. Ryan thought, could it ever get any better then this? Fuck that was
good, he needed that. And now he would crave it over and over again.

Ryan was there tied up it was bearly 1200 and he had aready cam. He still
had 10 more hours with Master Type today. What could they do that would
beat what they had just done? Shit that was the hottest thing that Ryan had
ever been a part of sexually. Could it get better? He belonged to Master
Type. He was his now. What was he in store for next? Master Type pulled out
of his boys used hole. He went to the bag and found a buttplug and went
over to Ryan. He lifted up to Ryans' face and told him to lick it. Ryan
did. Then Master Type shoved it into the hole he had just used.

Master Type was in front of Ryan now touching his chest. You know, a boys
nipples should be tender to the touch, master Type said. He grabbed them
and started working them hard. First one nipple and then the other. Ryan,
again had never had this done to him before. He liked it, but didn't say
anything. He just watched as Master Type worked on his nips. Master Type
said, you don't feel these enough, boy. Master Type went to one of his bags
and grabbed a washcloth and a piece of some kind of black paper. He went
into the room in the corner and Ryan could here water running. Ryan was
right, it was a bathroom. When Master Type came back he put the wet cloth
on Ryans' left nip. Then he used the black paper. As he started to rub it
on Ryans' nip, he told Ryan, this is 600 grit wet/dry sand paper boy. Yours
nip were not sensitive enough. So I am going to sand them. Let's take off a
layer of skin on your nips and then u will feel them. You need to moan
every time I touch these nips. They are a pleasure spot. They should shoot
straight to your cock, boy. Do they, Master Type asked. Yes, sir, they do,
sir, Ryan said. Ryan felt it when Master Type was working them, he just
remained quite. He thought to himself now, being quite was a mistake. As
Master Type was working on Ryan's nips he said, Option #2 is done boy. Now
option #1 or #3? Master Type looked into Ryans eyes as what he had just
said sank in. What sir?, Ryan said.

Ryan, I said option #1 or #3? I never said we weren't going to do the other
two options. You just assumed that, huh boy. Shit Ryan thought, what were
the other two options, damn, he couldn't think right now. He was getting
the skin rubbed off his nips and now he was being told he needed to choose
between the remaining two options out of the three that he was given
earlier. Damn, this was not fair. What were the damn Options. - 1. Beat the
cum out of me. - 3. Get someone else so I could be embearsed into
cumming. Ryan remembered, if you choose option #1, you will get beat, ass,
abs, pecs and back. I will leave your legs alone boy, because you need to
be in PT uniform part of the time and your legs will show. But you are
going to have to figure out how you are going to cover your showers and
changing in your room with your room mate, because there will be bruises on
your body for a few days until you heal. So option #1 is very interesting
for you. Option #3 will mean that I tie you up and go find someone in YOUR
platoon that I will bring back and I will embearse you into cuming while
they are there. But, then there might be problems with him later. Damn Ryan
thought, this sucked. I guess option #1, sir. Master Type just said, you
guess boy. With that he grabbed Ryans' freshly sanded nips, and
pulled. Ryan screamed. Fuck that hurt. His nips were all red and
swollen. The tips were hard as hell and erect. And they were
throbbing. They were sensitive now. They used to be just dots on 1/2
bases. Now they were swollen and sticking out and the base was even all
swollen and red. Shit they hurt. Master Type leaned up to Ryan's ear. He
said, don't ever tell me, you fucking guess, boy. Do you understand. Yes,
sir, Ryan said. With that Master Type nibbled on Ryans' neck. It sent waves
straight to Ryans' cock.

With that, Master Type just stood back and looked at Ryan for a
minute. Then he came up and started rubbing Ryans shoulders, arms and
legs. How you doing boy? you still ok, tied like that? Ryan said, I'm good
sir. I kinda went numb a while ago.

Number 2 was a beating... Ryans abs got worked until they were
jelly. Master Type kept gut punching Ryan and Master Types fists started
into Ryans ab muscles. Ryans abs turned into jelly and just formed around
Master Types fists, after he punched into them. Ryans abs were totally used
and red as shit. With each punch Ryans hard cock bounced up and down and
precum leaked out of the end of it. After about 30 minutes of straight gut
punching, Ryans abs were numb and done. Master Type continued to
punch...going into Ryans gut. Ryans cock got harder. After about fourty
minutes, as a punch connected...Ryans cock just started spraying cum. Fuck,
Ryan was here getting the shit beat out of his abs and it fucking made him
cum all over the place.

Master Type looked and Ryan and said, you know were not done with just
because you cam, right boy? Ryan said, yes sir.  With that Master Type
undid the d-rings which had Ryans' legs attached to the floor. Master Type
then proceeded to undo the d-ring which had Ryans' arms attached over his
head to the chain. Master Type indid the ball parachute and took off the
weight attached to it. He left the cock ring on though. Master Type told
Ryan to take a few minutes to rub his arms and legs to get feeling back in
them. Ryan did just that. Ryan thought it felt good to have control back of
his arms and legs. Master Type told Ryan to go use the bathroom, if he had
to. Ryan started walking to the corner room. As he was walking over to the
corner, master Type said, Ryan, do you have to do number two? Your ass is
kinda plugged and you need to ask before you change anything I put
there. Ryan said, yes sir, I need to do both, sir. Master Type handled Ryan
an enema bag and a towel. Take care of it then boy, but bring me back my
plug. Ryan took the bag and said, yes sir. Ryan went into the bathroom to
take care of his business. He saw the door and thought about closing it. He
looked out at Master Type and thought about asking, but he saw Master Type
was busy. Ryan decided just to leave the door open. He might get into
trouble if he asked. And they were in the middle of beating and such and he
did not want to make Master Type mad right now. It was embearsing for him
to shit in front of another guy, but it was totally embearsing for him to
have to give himself a enema with Master Type out there looking in every
once in a while at him. Ryan made it through it though and was back out in
the big room about fifteen minutes later. Ryan came back out and handed
Master Type the buttplug. Do you want me to put this back in sir, Ryan
said? No boy....just stand there for a few. Ryan said, again, yes sir.

Ryan looked around since he left, there was now a chair in the middle of
the floor. On the floor beside the chair, in a line was a belt, a whip, a
riding crop, a wooden spoon and a hairbrush. Ryan just stood there taking
in all in. His abs were swollen, red and sore, his nipples and pecs were
swollen and red and sore. And now it looked like he was in store for
more. Master Type sat in the chair and told Ryan to get over his knees on
his lap. It was time for his spanking. Ryans' eyes got wider, but did as he
was told. There he was, on Master Types lap, nude getting spanked with
Master Types' bear hand. Master Type was spanking a few times then rubbing
his ass, then spanking a few more. Master Types hands were roaming all of
Ryans' tight back muscles up to Ryans' neck. Master Type would rub Ryans'
neck then spank him a few times and then rub some more. To Ryan, is was
driving him crazy. Pain on his ass and getting touched everwhere. For a
while, while Master Type was spanking him, Master Type had his hand on
Ryans' neck like he was going to choke him. A firm grip. Ryan knew who was
in total control here and he was not even tied up. God, Ryan was hard as a
rock again, and leaking precum again. He didn't think he had gone soft at
anytime today yet. He didn't know how much of this he could handle. His
cock and balls rubbed against Master Type jeaned legs. This shit was so
hot, could he handle this? Just then, Master Type made Ryan stand, arms at
his sides and then started spanking him again. Ryans ass cheeks were
getting red. With each slap Ryans muscular ass cheeks would get redder. You
could see Ryan was tense. His ass muscles were clenched. It totally
accented his cut where his ass went into his thighs. It was so fucking hot,
him standing there on display, getting spanked. Master Type said, put your
hands on your head. Ryan did. Master Type continued spanking one cheek and
then the other. Every once in a while Master Types hand would roam up Ryans
back to his neck and Master Type would sweeze Ryans neck. Evertime Master
Type did this, Ryans cock would jump. Master Type sat back down in the
chair. He looked at Ryan. Get the spoon and bring it too me and get back
over my lap. Ryan said, yes sir and did as he was told. His ass was already
red and Master Type started with the spoon. Shit it was really starting to
hurt. Ryan started groaning...ohh..sir....please stop. Earlier Ryan had
been quite with his nips and they got sanded. He was going to try being
vocal this time. As Master Type was spanking Ryan with the spoon, you could
tell it was really starting to hurt for Ryan. Ryan would flex...and tighten
his ass and leg muscles. He would move around a little on Master Types
lap. His arms were hanging down in front of him touching the floor and he
would move into almost a pushup position over Master Types
lap. Fuck....fuck ...shit sir, please... But Master Type kept going. Master
Type turned the wooden spoon around and started using the handle. He hit
where Ryans ass cheek ended and his thigh started ....there in the
creese. Shit that hurt. Then he did it to the other leg. Back and
forth....Back and forth. Master Type would hit there for a while and then
grab a hand full of flesh and sweeze tight, rub it a few times and then
continue. Ryan thought Master Type might continue on his boyhole, but he
had left it alone so far. Just his ass and upper thighs were getting the
workout this time. Master Type told Ryan to get up, handed him the spoon
and told him to get the hairbrush. Master Type used the brush, the whip and
the belt all in the same mannor. Master Type used the riding crop last. It
hurt, by far the most and Ryan found that out. Ryan found himself standing
with his hands on his ankles getting hit with the riding crop. Then Master
Type put it down in the line and sat back down. Oh, shit, Ryan thought they
might be through. This was good. Or so he thought. Then Master Type asked
which hurt the most, boy? Ryan said the last one, sir. Boy, thats the
riding crop get it and get back over my knee. Ryan said yes sir, but
thought fuck..... Master Type said, boy, you want more of this one then,
right? Ryan said, of course sir, thats the one I need sir. Master Type
smiled. This boy was truely his. Ryan was now again back over Master Types
lap. Left Leg over Master Types right leg, right leg inbetween Master Types
legs, chest over Master Types left leg, hands and arms extended to hold
himslef up. All of his muscles were being used to hold himslef into that
position. And as the riding crop hit him, all his muscles would
tense. Please sir....stooop...oh...each contact with the crop hurt more
then the last...oh...shit, sir....mmmm...oh....yeah...Ryan was breathing so
hard. He was getting a total workout...his muscles straining from getting
spanked...muscles contracting...trying to get away...yet not going
anywhere...he was almost to the point of exhaustion, when Master Type
stopped. His entire back side was on fire. Master Type told him to stand,
bend over and hold his ass cheeks apart with his hands...shit Ryan though
as he got in this position...His cock was hard between his legs as he did
so. Master Type continued again with the riding crop....and every other hit
was at his exposed boyhole that had just gotten dry fucked not an hour or
two ago. Shit....damn ...this shit hurt....oh...mmmmm......noooo....please
sir...stop...oh.... owwww...ahhhh....awwww...shit....fuck.....ohhhh...stop
...please....ouch....mmmmm....and before Ryan knew it he shot another load
onto the concrete in front of him.

Then there was a knock at the door. Fuck....shit...shit..Ryan
thought. Master Type just said, damn..it must already be 1400 boy. Time
flys when your cumming, huh boy. Ryan looks down at the floor with that
comment. The knock comes again. Sir, I am here, comes a voice from the
other side of the door. Master Type says give me a minute boy, to the
door. Ryan thinks, shit, who is it? He thinks. Master Type unlocks the
door. He tells Ryan to stand at Parade Rest, and not to move. Ryan says,
yes sir. Ryan is freaking out about now. Who is this and what the hell is
going on? Master Type opens the door and SPC Todd Smith, PFC Blacks
roommate, is at the door and steps in. Ryans' mouth drops. Shit this is not
good, he thinks to himself.

Ryan did not know that Master Type already new SPC Todd Smith. He did not
know the fact the SPC Smith had been caught jerking off in one of the porta
johns when he should have been on his guard shift. He had no been properly
releived from his post and he just went into the porta john. Thats when MSG
Johnson found SPC Smiths tower unmanned. Then he opened the door to the
porta john and found SPC Smith with his ACU pants around his ankles,
stroking. Needless to say SPC Smith got a lesson that night and a few more
after that. The lessons were better then getting in trouble for leaving his
assigned guard post. When Master Type seen SPC SMiths face on PVT Blacks
webcam, Master Type decided to explain SPC Smith that he had taped the
lessons, he had received. And explain to Smith what he was going to do, to
help Master Type out with his new slaveboy.

Master Type Looked at Ryan and said, option #1 is done. I think we need to
move to option #3. Option #3 find someone in YOUR platoon, bring back here
and I will embearse you into cuming while they are there. But, there might
be problems with him later. Ryan thought now, shit yeah there were going to
be problems, SPC Smith was his roommate.



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