Soldier uniform and Squaddies

Dean looked at the racks of military uniforms, "I always like an officer and a squaddie? - how does that sound? Dean pulled out a military police uniform and said to Tyler "you want the cammos?"

"yeah sure" Tyler quickly changed from his gear into camo trousers, vest and top and laced army boots on. He turned and snapped off a salute to Dean, standing to attention as he did so.

"Good lad, you need some more kit" said Tyler and pulled out some webbing a beret and some cammo face paint. "Sort your stuff out."

Tyler smeared the camo paint over his face and then placed the beret on his head. He then returned to attention, Dean pulled on military police dress uniform, with a flat cap, shirt, tie and leather cross belt with holster and pistol, cuffs in a leather pouch. Neat boots on his feet, he looked mean. "Attention private!"

"YES SIR" Tyler snapped a salute off to the horny looking Dean and stood to attention

"Good boi, now you understand that you're charged with being a pervert, and are to be remanded into the queens custody, pending trial and determination of your adequacies for the British army?"

"YES SIR" Tyler bellowed at the top of his voice, Dean walked over to Tyler and got in his face shouting "TURN AND FACE THE WALL PRIVATE!" As Tyler did as ordered he heard the instruction "SPREAD 'EM"

Tyler found himself being frisked again, with Dean groping at his locked cock from behind him.

Tyler turned, faced the wall and assumed the search position against it. Whatever his plans had been, he now wanted to do nothing but submit to the bellowing aggressive Dean.

As Dean groped his locked cock he let out a groan as it bounced inside his camo trousers and he felt it fill the locking tube. Dean grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back. Locking them one by one he spun Tyler round so they were facing, Tyler's back against the wall.

"Admit it boi, you're a dirty pervert!" As Tyler spoke Dean pushed him down to his boots, "you're a worthless piece of scum who's only worth licking my fucking boots. Get to it soldier!"

Tyler felt the familiar strength of a speedcuff securing his hands behind him. He grunted as he was spun around to face his accuser "SIR, NO, SIR!" he yelled. When Dean pushed him down onto his boots, he went to it with a will, licking and slurping over them

Dean stood back admiring the sight of Tyler licking his boots, what he didn't realise was Tyler had this kit loaded with handcuff keys, and as he cleaned Dean's boots he was expertly uncuffing himself, as Dean hadn’t double locked or put the cuffs on palms out. Rookie failure.

Dean moved back and pulled up a chair sitting his arse back on the chair he lofted his boots up so Tyler was kneeling and he could get a better look at Tyler working the boots and their sole. Tyler carried on licking Deans boots even as he uncuffed himself, doing his best to keep his hands out of Deans view. He waited for an opportunity to overbear the bigger man. He moved to the new position and started licking the sole of Deans boots. Although the boots were clean, the feel of the tread rasping against his tongue made him shudder.

Tyler carried on licking eagerly. The position he was in was unstable and at one point he started to fall an reflexively put out a hand to save himself, he hoped Dean didn't notice, However Dean was too busy looking at Tyler's face working the sole of his shoe. "Good lad! You're gonna get on in the brig just fine." Said Dean.

"YES SIR" Tyler carried on licking and slurping, feeling more and more like an animal as he did so. “Time for you to move that tongue onto better equipment" Dean motioned to his bulging cock.

Unzipping his trousers, he pulled his cock out of then pants and Tyler moved up Dean's body, his hand holding onto the cuffs behind his back, waiting for the right opportunity. Tyler bent his head down and started to nuzzle at Deans cock. He slid his mouth over it, and worked up and down all the while keeping his eyes on Deans face, waiting for him to close his eyes.

Dean placed his hands on Tyler's head, pulling it down into his groin, he closed his eyes as he lifted Tyler's head up and down gently face fucking him. Tyler looked up at Dean watching his eyes droop. As Deans eyes closed, Tyler slipped his hands out of the cuffs and grabbed Dean under each thigh. He surged to his feet, lifting the other mans legs into the air and flipping him backwards off the chair. Before he could recover, Tyler leapt on top of him and twisted his right arm up behind him as he scrabbled around for the cuffs

Dean was flummoxed, he felt himself sailing through the air landing on his back. He was rolled over and as Tyler pulled his arm up his back "what the fuck bruv?!"

He felt the Cold metal slam against his wrist, it ratchetting closed. Tyler twisted it up causing Dean to wince in pain.

Tyler grabbed Dean's other arm and pulled it into the small of his back, putting Dean in a reverse stack.

Tyler stood and hauled Dean to his knees so Dean was kneeling, Tyler pushed him up against the wall. 'Won by right of conquest bruv," said Tyler as he pulled the pistol off of Dean's belt, he placed the cold steel on the back of Dean's neck. "You'd best behave boi" then leaning in close "you wouldn't want it to easy bruv. Next time put the cuffs on properly." He pressed the gun barrel tighter against Deans neck. "Like you suggested, time to see the brig." Tyler pushed Dean towards the door and directed him downstairs to the cell block.

Dean was dragged to his feet by his arms and pushed forward, to the stairs, the cellblock in the garage military set up and Dean found himself in a small room with a table and chairs infront of it, and two cell doors off.

Tyler pushed Dean towards the left hand cell. Inside was a cell with whitewashed walls and a metal chair in the centre of it. He pushed Dean towards the chair which was festooned with straps, chains and restraints. "So, what do you think? Needing some time to reflect?" Tyler nodded at the chair "once you're in there, you're fucked" he showed Dean the hole in the bottom of the chair through which he could push a dildo "...sometimes literally"

He stood clear of Dean and turned to face him. "So, tell me why I shouldn't lock you in the chair."

Dean smiled, "maybe You should anyway!" Tyler pushed Dean to the chair and sat him down, arms down the back of the chair. The cuffs were attached to the seat. And Dean sat in his cap and full uniform, cock still hanging out.

Tyler slid the cuffs into the locking frame at the back of the seat. He kicked his legs apart and locked shackles around his ankles. He then used leather straps around calves and thighs to secure him in place. A metal collar locked around Deans neck and secured him to the chair, Tyler secured a leather strap around Deans forehead to hold him in place. A thick leather strap went around deans chest. Tyler unlocked the cuffs and pulled Deans arms around in front of him. His hands were slid into slid leather mitts which were then bolted to the arms of the chair. Straps went around his firearms at and biceps "how's that feel, bro?"

"Unexpected" smiled Dean he was yet to see the peril of his situation

"Unexpected .. WHAT?" Tyler roared into Deans face?

"Thought you'd gone sub mate." Said Dean sheepishly

Tyler punched Dean in the gut "unexpected WHAT?"

"You domming me... Sir?..."

As Dean said "sir", Tyler stuffed a solid rubber ball gag in his mouth. He strapped it tightly in place - not behind Deans neck but behind the chair to put more stress on him. He leaned in close "I have gone sub, bruv. But I seen how the gang works & you don't want to get complacent round me. You done that, so now you get a punished."

Tyler slid a milking machine over Deans cock and reached under the chair to activate the rising dildo. He unzipped a secret zip running up the seam of the dress pants and that he was ready to be penetrated. He lubed the dildo well and set the machine to Random.

"I think an hours punishment should teach you not to take me for granted.”

Dean had a look of panic on his eyes he struggled against his restraints feeling the invader in his arse, the pump pulling on his cock, he started to feel good whilst he was getting hard, the milking machine doing its job, but he knew as soon as he came he would feel awful. He tried desperately not to cum but the fucking he was receiving was unstoppable.

Tyler headed upstairs where he could monitor Dean. He chuckled as he saw him straining in the chair. He downloaded his phone from earlier and then piped Dean saying "to hell with Skinboss" into the room and put it on a loop

Dean panicked struggling in the chair, he bucked and fought against his restraints. His anal invader pounding his arse, as he worried about what Skinboss would say he lost concentration on not cumming and deposited his first load into the milking machine.

Tyler chuckled as the first load was deposited. By the end of the hour Dean would be drained.

Dean struggled as his cock was drained, the pain as the pump continued after he was finished led Dean to scream into the gag, his arse being fucked randomly! He fought against his bonds until he finally subdued and began to feel aroused, he was fearful it would only happen again. His cock being pumped his arse pounded.

Tyler sat back in a chair wishing he could stroke his own locked cock as he watched Deans ****. He checked the clock and then streamed a video of himself and Dean in military uniform with Dean cuffing him. This was overlaid with deans comment about Skinboss

The video editing was brilliant, and he kept looking at Dean as he appeared in pain again, the guy had cum three times now and it was getting progressively painful the more he got empty. The guy struggled and Tyler completed his video, he walked back down to the cells, "I've got something to show you 'bruv'" said Tyler and flicked the video on.

Dean watched the edited video with sound, he looked panicked. He knew how much trouble he was in.

Tyler watched Deans face as he saw the video. "You think Skinboss would like to see this?" He grinned at Deans panic and switched the dildo and the milker off. He unstrapped Deans gag, swiped the drool from around his mouth & wiped it in his hair. "Don't worry bruv. This is just insurance. I still want you to Top me. Fuck knows why but the more I get it, the more I want it" he removed the milker and licked Deans cock clean. "I'm going to do something to show you that you're safe." He unlocked all the metal leaving Dean solely secured by leather straps. He pulled one mitt off so that Dean could release himself and then went to stand in full view of Dean. He took a pair of tablets out and gulped them both down. The room started spinning almost immediately and within seconds he collapsed **** and helpless.