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Kyle's Spanking
Kyle was 19,
6'2", blond and horny for everything kinky but he was beginning to
specialise in CP and had had several amazing encounters with men with belts,
straps, canes and strong hands. He found
he loved to be dominated and beaten but also had a top side and really loved
fucking. As Kyle got off the underground
he thought back to the chat he had had on recon with a bloke promising a meet
he would enjoy.
Dressed in his
military kit, full cammos and boots as requested, Kyle turned into his top's
road. He found the house and approached
the doorway, remembering his orders to be in scene immediately and address his
master only as sir. Kyle rung the bell,
his trousers tenting in anticipation.
The door
opened. "Come in boy", said the
30 year old guy with a no 1 crop standing in the doorway dressed as a drill
seargent. "Yes sir," said
Kyle, his heart pounding. "Up the
stairs boy and turn left then go into the room and stand to attention for
inspection". Kyle did as instructed
and entered a room which was bare apart from an office desk. "Hands on head boy" said the
seargent. Kyle put his hands on his head
and linked his fingers. The bulge in his
pants was obvious now.
The seargent sat
down behind the desk and brought some papers out from one of the drawers. "I have brought you here because we have
a special assignment to give you. Your
physical fitness is excellent and you have been selected as you should have the
required stamina. You are going to be
helping with some research being undertaken by the medical corps. I will tell you more presently but firstly
you must sign these papers to agree to participate."
Kyle now had a
full on erection and shifted to make himself comfortable. The seargent said "Arms by your side boy". Now read and sign the document. Kyle read, "I, the undersigned, fully
agree to participate in this research which may involve some pain and access to
my whole body. I agree to keep all
information relating to this exercise secret." Kyle signed and returned the paper.
"Now I will
tell you the details of your assignment", said the seargent. "You are
to help with some research into the link between pleasure and pain and the
effect of some chemical agents on that link.
You may have guessed this research is related to interrogation
techniques. It will be an ordeal that
involves some physical distress but you have been selected as being strong and
having good willpower so we feel sure you are the right person to help your
country. I will now take you through to
Dr Robins who will supervise the tests."
"Yes sir," answered Kyle, his heart thumping.
The seargent led
Kyle out of the room into another bedroom.
The room was screened in half with a curtain. They were met by another guy about 30 in a
doctor's white coat. "Ok boy, stand
there," said Dr Robins, pointing to a cross on the floor. Kyle stood on the cross. The seargent came in too and went behind the
curtain. "Now boy," said Dr
Robins, "I'm going to ask you something directly. Do you like to fuck?" "Yes sir!" answered Kyle. "Good, because for this exercise you are
going to be doing some fucking. Behind the
curtain is an artificial cunt and we want you to fuck it as hard as you
can. A good strong lad like you should
be able to do that for at least half an hour.
This is the pleasure part."
Kyle was so excited, he loved the idea of fucking a machine as he did
frequently to the end of his bed, just under the matress.
"Now remove
your clothes please." Kyle stripped
off; As he dropped his white pants, his cock flopped out almost fully
hard. "Good," said Dr Robins,
"You are almost ready, come with me."
He parted the curtain and led Kyle through. The seargent was sat on a chair. All along the back wall were canes, straps
and tawses! Kyles's dick was fully ready
now. In the centre of the room was a
box, covered in padded leather and straps.
There was a hole which was obviously for his cock and handles to hold
onto. At the other end of the device was
a clamp which held the neck in position.
"Ok
boy," said the seargent, "You have no doubt seen wildlife films with
lions, dogs and horses mating. Today you
are one of those animals and you are going to fuck the female by mounting her
like an animal. Approach the apparatus
and mount it please." Kyle got down
on his knees on the pads. Dr Robins
grabbed his dick and lubed it up with KY.
"Ok, penetrate the machine boy", ordered Dr Robins. "Yes Sir", said Kyle and eased
himself into the tight hole. It felt so
good. The seargent and Dr Robins then
did straps up on Kyles legs to hold him tight, still leaving room for
pumping. Kyle was leaned forward and the
clamp tightened around his neck. His
hands gripped the handles tightly. There
was no getting away now.
"No boy,
when I say I want you to start fucking hard.
The seargent here is then going to apply various implements to your arse
to inflict pain. I shall be
administering various chemicals and monitoring performance. Are you ready?" "Yes sir I am ready sir!", barked
Kyle. The doctor leant behind him and
picked up a gas mask with a hose. He
stretched it over Kyles head and checked his breathing was correct and the mask
was properly in place. Kyle's dick was
so hard in its hole he couldn't wait to start pumping. "Start pumping now boy", ordered
the doctor.
It was the best
fucking Kyle had ever done. the
restraints made it extra horny and he was able to get a good rhythm going. He was getting used to breathing in the gas
mask. Kyle was pretty fit and reckoned
he could keep this up for an hour at least!
Then Kyle smelt something solvent and strange through his mask. He had never done poppers before and did not
recognise what was happening to him. His
heart became louder and louder in his ears and all he could think of was that
he was an animal and that he was fucking his bitch. It was the best sensation Kyle had ever felt.
"Now for the
tawse boy," Kyle heard through his poppers haze. He fucked harder and then felt the warm blows
of the tawse accross his arse.
"ARghh," Kyle moaned through his mask and braced himself
against the restraints. There was no
getting away. Kyle just pumped harder,
taken to another world by the mixture of sensations hitting his brain. The seargent was counting and had got to 24
hard whacks. He stopped and Kyle
continued pumping as his arse began to glow.
The seargent dealt out another 24.
The doctor kept
Kyles poppers supply at exactly the right strength for a new boy . Kyle was now in another world, his eyes
closed, the whacking making his dick solid as it slid in and out of the
device. "Time for some harder
punishment," said the doctor. The
seargent picked up a borstal cane and prepared.
The first blow was hard and soon after a large whelt began to rise where
it had struck. The seargent was accurate
and dealt out 10 more, hardly crossing each other. Kyles body spasmed in pain at each hit but he
carried on fucking.
Kyle was getting
close now. The seargent moved onto a
prison strap and as he reached the 40th blow, moaning started to come from
Kyles mask. The doctor pulled off the
gas mask and as Kyle pumped semen into the machine, he groaned and writhed in
pleasure at the longest orgasm he had ever experienced.
"Good
boy," said the doctor. "You
will stay in scene." Kyle was released
and made to dress in his clothes. The
seargent said, "Ok boy that was the first test. You will report here each Saturday at 10am
for further tests. You are now
dismissed.". "Yes sir, thank
you sir!" said Kyle and went down the stairs and out of the door. He could not believe what had just
happened. His arse had taken his hardest
beating yet.
Each Saturday,
Kyle returned to expand his limits in fucking time, number of strokes and
poppers intensity. The doctor and
seargent agreed Kyle was their best test subject and continued training Kyle
well into his 20s.
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