Monday, May 25, 2015




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centurionF said...

Sergeant Jamieson relaxing off duty

he hears Pvt Mackay being marched into the yard below

Jamieson's already out of his kit, and stroking himself

he hears Mackay being stripped, and the clink of the manacles

Corporal Smith reads out the charge, and the sentence

the first whiplash lands on Mackay's broad back, and Jamieson starts jacking

the third crack echoes round the yard and Jamieson curses. He's getting there too soon

at the sixth lash Jamieson hears Mackay grunt, and again on the seventh. Jamieson tries to slow down and stop, but it's no good. Mackay moans at the ninth and Jamieson loses it. He widens his thighs, and they tremble. As the tenth crack rings out Jamieson's big, hanging ballsac pumps up its first spurt of spunk. And keeps on shooting and dribbling its heavy cargo of manmuck until the fifteenth whiplash cracks across Mackay's wide, rippling, sweating shoulders

Mackay was covering for an error made by Jamieson, and both guys knew it. Jamieson owed Mackay one. Which would most likely take the shape of Mackay's thick uncut knob going up Jamieson's greased arse like a Panzer tank. That's how things were settled in the army