Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2007 06:16:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chad M <chadm97702@yahoo.com>
Subject: SPC IN CONTROL - 5

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 1,2,3 & 4 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? - 5


The next few days were a blur to PVT Ryan Black. He stayed pretty busy, his
platoon had a couple of long missions, a twelve hour and a fourteen hour
one. He e-mailed Mastertype with his schedule and when he could, but didn't
catch him online for a few days. Monday morning PVT Black was called into
his Company Commander's Office with his Platoon Leader, Platoon Sergeant
and his Squad Leader. He thought that he was in big trouble. They must have
found out something. Someone must of seen him at the Food Court. Shit, was
he in trouble, or what? When he was called into the office, he stood
attention and saluted and said, PVT Black reporting as ordered, sir. PVT
Blacks' Captain, told him to, Stand at Ease. He preceeded to tell PVT
Black, that his paperwork had just caught up to him from Basic Training and
and that he should be wearing PV2 (private second class) because he was
automaticly promoted at the end of Basic Training. The Captain continued to
tell PVT Black, that he had been doing such a good job that his squad
leader and platoon segerant had asked for a waiver for him and long story
short, today he was getting promoted to PFC (Private First Class). The
Platoon Sergeant, said, Attention To Orders. PVT Black is hereby promoted
from PVT to PFC effective today, in accordance with Army regualtions. With
that, Ryan's CO pinned on PFC rank on Ryan Black.

PFC Black stepped out of the company still freaking out he because he had
thought that he was in trouble and now he was a PFC. That was way
cool. That night Ryan was laying in his bed. It had been a few days since
he had gotten that blow job from his Master. Now he had a case of the blue
balls and his roommate was not in the room. He pulled down his boxers and
touched his cock. It was already hard. It got hard whenever he thought
about Master Type or about what had happened the other night. He was
already dripping precum and he hadn't even stroked it once yet. He was
hornier that shit. He needed this. He stated stroking it. Shit that felt
good. As he was stroking, Master Types head popped into his head. That cock
is mine now boy, don't touch it unless I tell you that you can. And then he
heard Master Type say, your not cumming until next week when we
meet. Shit....This guy was in his mind. Ryan took his hand off his cock. He
could not do this. Master Type was not even here and he was still in
control of Ryan. Ryan felt like he had lied to his Master just by touching
his cock. Ryan prided himself on truth, honesty and that a mans word was
the only true thing that you had, of your own. He believed that if you did
not live by your word, and do what you said you were going to do, then you
were not a man at all. Ryan had promised his master that he would not touch
himself or cum unless his master let him. Yet here he was hard as hell and
horny as shit. Damn it. This shit sucked. He pulled his boxer briefs up and
imagined his mouth on Master Types cock. He fell asleep with that picture
in his mind.

By Wednesday, Ryan was horny and hard all of the time. He had never went
this long without at least jerking off. He was hurting, he needed to
cum. He caught himself dry humping his sheets to a dream Tuesday morning
when he woke up. Luckily he caught himself be before it was too late. Shit
this cum denial had him hard all the time. Wednesday and Thursday he took
two cold showers. That turned out not to be good, because Thursday while
the cold water was hitting his cock, he almost lost it there in the
shower. And that was just from turning around and the water hitting
him. Shit, he didn't know if he could do this. Thursday night, Ryan could
not sleep. He laid awake most of the night thinking about Firday. He got a
e-mail from Master Type, telling him to be there at 1000 hours and not to
be late. But he was not online on IM. Shit, that sucked Ryan thought, he
could have told him about what he was going though and his thoughts. He
needed some releif. Ryan sat down and wrote Master Type an e-mail, telling
him how hard it had been to not jack off. But that he had maintained
control for his master. About 0445 he finally fell sleep, after a somewhat
sleepless night.

Friday was finally here, at 0800 SPC Smith, Ryan's roommate woke him
up. Hey bro, You only have 1/2 hour to make breakfast chow. I didn't want
you to starve. Ryan thanked him and grabbed his stuff and headed to the
shower. Ryan stripped down in the shower and he was still rock hard. There
were a couple of other guys from the platoon and Ryan was sure that they
noticed. He got into the shower and washed himself well, he knew that he
would we playing today and he wanted to be ready. when he was finished, he
dryed off, put on a jock, then his boxer briefs, then his PT shorts and
shirt. He was still hard and he didn't want everyone to see that, as he was
walking to the Food Court. He went and ate breakfast. When he was done, it
was aready 0900 hours. Ryan went back to his room, SPC Smith was there. So
what you want to do today Black, Smith said. Shit, Ryan thought, he wants
to spend the day with me. I need to go to the PX and then I thought I would
hit the Gym and hang out at MWR. I will be gone most of the day. Thought, I
would do the ME time thing today. Kinda miss not having anytime to myself,
bro. Smith said, I understand that. That sounds like a good plan for
you. Just remember, if mortars come in, don't forget to find a phone and
call the platoon sergeant or our squad leader. Otherwise you will get into
trouble, bro. Ryan said, right, I will. With that Ryan grabbed his weapon,
and tucked his wallet into his right sock. His PT shorts had a velcro
pocket for his keys, so that was cool, but not for his wallet. And he did
not want to leave without it.

With that, PFC Black headed for the PX and the Food COurt. It was 0920 when
he left, so he had enough time to walk. It was 118 degrees outside, but
that was normal for around here. It was always hot here. Ryan put on his
eyewear. They were ballistic shaded glasses. They just looked like a pair
of sunglasses. They helped shade his eyes. Ryan got to the PX in 20 minutes
walking. He was making good time, so he still had 20 minutes before Master
Type would be there. He when into the PX and bought a cold drink. Then see
saw Master Type standing inline to check out. He had some drinks in his
basket and d rings but that was all he could make out. And he was way ahead
of him in line. So he probably would not notice that he was there inline
behind him. Master Type was in PT uniform too. He looked hot in uniform. He
was definately in shape. There was no extra tire or fat on him. And he
looked to be thirty or fourty. Shit, thinking about it, Ryan though that
Master Type had told him that he was 39 when they first met. Shit he was
hot. He looked like was twenty something, the only thing that gave him away
was how filled out he was and the fact that his short hair had alot of grey
in it. That made him even hotter to Ryan, yet Ryan did not know why. Ryan
thought to himself, It was a good thing that he wore that
jockstrap. Otherwise everyone would know that he was sporting wood
still. Ryan thought for a minute and could not think of a time since their
last meeting that he wasn't hard. Shit that was hot in itself. Ryan made it
through the PX line without Master Type knowing he was there. Ryan watched
him walk out of the PX. Ryan still had ten minutes, he was good.

Master Type was standing waiting at the Food Court as Ryan walked out of
the PX. He saw Ryan instantly as he walked out of the PX and started
walking toward him. They met and Master Type said hello boy. Hello sir,
Ryan replyed. You have any problems with our meeting today you need to tell
me about boy? No sir, Ryan stated, I am fine sir. Good to go. I am covered
until late tonight. probably good for 12 hours sir. Good deal, let's go
then. With that Master Type headed to a civilian vehicle and got in. He
told Ryan to put his weapon in the back seat, as he hinslef, put his weapon
in the backseat as well, and got in. The vehicle was a Ford Explorer. There
were dozens of them on the FOB(Forward Operating Base). They used them to
get around because the FOB connected with three or four others and you
could tavel between them without escorts. Meetings were all over the place
and People, units, and sections had them to get their personnel around in a
timely manner. Ryan thought it was interesting that Master Type had a
civilian truck. Ryan noticed there were a couple of big gym bags in the
back as well as a cooler. Ryan guessed there was drinks in there. The truck
was full of stuff.

Ryan got into the passenger seat. Master Type started the vehicle and they
headed out. The headed off their FOB towards the Air Field. Ryan wondered
where they were going. Master Type said, so I read your e-mail about you
being hard all the time. Yes, sir, Ryan said. Did you cum or touch your
cock boy? No, sir. I was really, really close a few times, but I didn't
cum, sir, Ryan said. Good Boy. Ryan swelled when he heard that. He needed
Master Types' approval and he was getting it. It made him feel awesome. Boy
the second time you cum for me needs to be as special as the first
time. You get a choice today, Ryan. And you get to pick from three
options. YOu get to cum today and you have three choices of how we are
going to make that happen for you - 1. I can beat the cum out of you. -
2. I can fuck your virgin ass raw until you cum without any lube or without
you getting used to it. or - 3. Or I can get someone else so you can be
embearsed into cumming. Which option do you want Ryan. Ryan thought and
said, sir, are you serious? Yes, boy you get to decide, but you need to
really think about it. Because 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. If you choose option #2 you will get fucked for your first time
without and preparation. No working a finger, then two and then a dildo and
such. It will be hard.....brutal...rough and you will not have a chance to
get used to it. Words to describe it will be hard, rough, painful,
demeaning and degrading. 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. Then there might be problems with him
later. You get to decide which option you get. I will need an answer boy,
when we get there. Ryan said yes sir.

About then they pulled into a closed gated compound. Master Type stopped at
the gate and got out and unlocked the gate. He pulled through the gate and
then closed the gate and relocked it, with them inside that compound. They
pulled through some Iraqi buildings and and then pulled into the end of one
building that looked like a big warehouse. Now noone would know that the
were there. Master Type pulled all the way through to what seemed like the
other end of the building, but it was really about the center of the
complex. Master Type backed the vehicle in and then put it in park and shut
it off. He told Ryan to get out. He went to the door and opened it. Ryan
followed. They went through two hallways and down a set of stairs. This
through a door opened into a big room. There two chains hanging from the
ceiling and the room had lights, air conditioning and it even looked like
there was a bathroom of the corner of the room. Master Type looked around
and said good, lets go get the stuff, boy. With that they went back through
the maze they had just came through. Master Type said, PVT, I want you to
get the three bags in the back of the truck and take them to that room we
just came from and then come back for the cooler. And hurry up boy. Ryan
looked at him and said, yes sir. Ryan opened the back of the truck and
grabbed a gym bag. All three of them were huge and none of them were
light. It took Ryan three trips to get all of the stuff hauled down to that
room. While he was doing that Master Type went over to where they had
driven into the building and closed the doors and locked them. They were
like hanger doors.

Ryan met Master Type back at the truck. Sir all the stuff is in that room
sir. Good, boy Master Type said, now strip. Ryan looked at his master and
he new he was serious. He pulled off his relective strip and then pulled
his shirt over his head. It was followed by his Army PT shorts. Master Type
said stop and took his shirt and shorts and put them in the truck and
locked it. He said come on boy. After Ryan was through that door, Master
Type put a padlock on that door. They went through the maze and as they
did, MasterType closed and locked two more doors with padlocks. They
finally got back down the stairs to their room, where Ryan had put the
stuff he was told to put there. Master Type locked that door from the
inside. They were totally locked into this complex. Shit Ryan thought. This
was going to be interesting.

With that Master Type told Ryan to come to the center of the room. Ryan
did, and there was a chain hanging there. Master Type went to one of the
bags and grabbed a pair of padded handcuffs. Ryan instinctively held out
his hands as the cuffs were fastened around his wrists. Master Type pulled
Ryans' cuffed hands up over his head and used a d-ring to hook them into
the chain. Master Type said, So it's time boy, option one two or three. As
he was talking he was exploring Ryan Blacks' tight, toned body. This as the
first time that Master Type actually got to feel this studs body. He had
seen him on his cam and even had sucked his cock, yet this was his first
opportunity to explore him totally. And he did. He explored his pits...his
nips....his neck....his abs, his tight bubble but...his tree trunk
legs. Shit he was hot. He was a sight, there nude tethered and didn't have
a choice and more. He grabbed Ryans' cock and put a cock ring around it. It
was already hard as a rock, but he wanted it to stay that way too. Then
Master Type found a parachute for Ryan's balls and put it on him and
attatched a five pound weight to hang from his balls. Ryan groaned when his
master dropped the weight from the chain and he felt the force on on his
balls.

Ryan was standing there tied to the chain with his hands over his
head. Master Type was feeling him up. Master Types' hands were hot and
electric to the touch. Ryan loved his touch and was eating it up. It felt
soooo damn good. Master Type took off Ryan's boxers and jockstrap in one
motion. Ryan helped by stepping out of them. Then he heard so boy, whats
your choice? Ryan had thought about this for a while now. Option #3 was
out. He did not want anyone to know about this, and especially not someone
from his own platoon. Option #1, beat until he cummed. That was a hot as
hell though, but he didn't think he would ever cum from getting beat on. So
he thought that was not an option. Option #2 scared the shit out of him,
him, get fucked with the cock that he sucked just last week. It would tear
him apart. No lube, no warming him up. No fingers or anything. He could not
even picture it, yet that was the option that he heard himself telling his
master that he wanted. Option #2 please, sir. Master Type smiled and
laughed. You sure Ryan, it's going to hurt like hell. Yes sir, I'm sure,
Ryan said. Master Type just said, whatever you want Ryan. With that, he
went to the bags and pulled out two more padded cuffs. He put them on each
ankle and spread Ryans' legs out wide and tied him to the floor with those
cuffs attatched to two eye bolts in the floor.

Master Type pulled out his cock. He was hard and was ready to give Ryan
what he asked for. He got behind Ryan. Ryan's cheeks were spread because of
how wide his legs were spread. Master Type could see his pucker. He put his
cock at his boys boyhole entrance.  Ryan, this is the only piece of advice
I am going to give you, push out and it won't hurt as much, boy. This first
time is just going to hurt. And theres nothing you can do to stop it. But
you will begin to like it. Need it. Crave for it. Remember Ryan you need to
make it through the pain to get to the pleasure. With pain comes pleasure
boy. You ready boy? Ryan said, yes Sir, please. With that Master Type
pushed into Ryans' pucker. Ryan pushed out and Master Types cock head
pushed past Ryan's entry point. Ryan screamed. It hurt like hell. Please
sir take it out. Take it out please. Sir. Sir.....Fuck please. With that
Master Type pushed again and 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?


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