one side was a wall with permanently attached restraints, a weight bench was situated in one corner, and in the opposite corner was a claw-type bathtub. Interestingly, hanging over the bath tub were chains with wrist restraints attached at the ends. Various brushes, hoses and other odds and ends were sitting on a table next to the tub.
“Get him into the tub!” Boneman barked at Firestone, who did as he was told. Masters tried to resist, but the little muscleman was still able to steer him over and into the tub. Boneman reached up and pulled down the two chains, removed the belt that Firestone had used, while the little man held onto the sergeant’s wrists. Boneman grabbed one of his wrists, brought it in front of him, and restrained it on the chain then he did the same with the other. He then pulled the chains up, so Masters’ hands were above his head.
Boneman looked him in the eyes, and when he did, Masters spit in his face. Boneman wiped the spit from his face then punched Masters in the gut, which to the young man’s surprise was like a brick wall. The feel of the older man’s rock- hard abs against his fist sent a shockwave to Boneman’s crotch, and he punched him again. Three more punches, and his dick was drooling. Masters only grunted with each punch, being no stranger to pain.
“Get his boots and pants off!” Boneman ordered the little man.
Firestone did as he was told, and when Masters tried to resist, Boneman punched him again.
Masters was now standing in the tub only wearing his olive green boxers, which Boneman wasted no time ripping off him.
“Hey Firestone, look at that?” Boneman said as he scanned the big naked man in front of him. “What do you think, eight, nine, maybe even ten?” he continued while pointing to the older man’s dick, which was flaccid but hanging a good seven thick inches nonetheless.
“Those hairy balls are as big as apples,” Firestone chimed in. “Pretty impressive for a girl with a flower garden.”
Boneman chuckled at the little muscleman’s joke then he ran his hand down Masters’ body, feeling the salt and pepper hair and then grabbing his nuts, which barely fit in his hand. Masters’ dick started to grow with Boneman’s handling of his sack.
“Clean him out,” Boneman said to Firestone, while still holding the sergeant by the short hairs.
“With what?” Firestone asked dumbly.
Boneman reluctantly let go of the balls and grabbed the hose that was attached to the faucet. It was a chrome hose with a narrow spray attachment at the end, shaped too much like an enema.
“With this … I’ll loosen the chains, so he can be on all fours in the tub,” Boneman said as he handed the hose to Firestone.
Boneman loosened the chains and guided Masters down, so he was now on all fours with his big, hairy, muscular ass in the air. The sight of the sergeant’s hairy hole up in the air was almost enough to make Boneman cream his fatigues, and one look at Firestone’s pants confirmed that he also appreciated the view.
Boneman turned the tap on lukewarm, and Firestone inserted the hose into the sergeant’s hairy hole, and the drill instructor didn’t even flinch, for he didn’t want them to have the pleasure of knowing how much they were humiliating him.
“Fill him up. I want him clean before I go in there,” Boneman said with a smile.
“The hell you will!” Masters protested, speaking for the first time since entering the basement.
Boneman leaned down, cupped Masters’ chin and said, “Did I ask you to speak? You aren’t in charge here. I am. Maybe it’s time you learned to take orders rather than give them. You got that, you miserable motherfucker?”
“Yes, Sir,” the sergeant mumbled.
“I didn’t hear you, pussy!” Boneman barked.
“Sir, Yes, Sir!” Masters bellowed as his bowels were filled with the warm water.
Firestone removed the hose, and Boneman told him to push. As the water sprayed from his aching hole, it was not as clear
“Get him into the tub!” Boneman barked at Firestone, who did as he was told. Masters tried to resist, but the little muscleman was still able to steer him over and into the tub. Boneman reached up and pulled down the two chains, removed the belt that Firestone had used, while the little man held onto the sergeant’s wrists. Boneman grabbed one of his wrists, brought it in front of him, and restrained it on the chain then he did the same with the other. He then pulled the chains up, so Masters’ hands were above his head.
Boneman looked him in the eyes, and when he did, Masters spit in his face. Boneman wiped the spit from his face then punched Masters in the gut, which to the young man’s surprise was like a brick wall. The feel of the older man’s rock- hard abs against his fist sent a shockwave to Boneman’s crotch, and he punched him again. Three more punches, and his dick was drooling. Masters only grunted with each punch, being no stranger to pain.
“Get his boots and pants off!” Boneman ordered the little man.
Firestone did as he was told, and when Masters tried to resist, Boneman punched him again.
Masters was now standing in the tub only wearing his olive green boxers, which Boneman wasted no time ripping off him.
“Hey Firestone, look at that?” Boneman said as he scanned the big naked man in front of him. “What do you think, eight, nine, maybe even ten?” he continued while pointing to the older man’s dick, which was flaccid but hanging a good seven thick inches nonetheless.
“Those hairy balls are as big as apples,” Firestone chimed in. “Pretty impressive for a girl with a flower garden.”
Boneman chuckled at the little muscleman’s joke then he ran his hand down Masters’ body, feeling the salt and pepper hair and then grabbing his nuts, which barely fit in his hand. Masters’ dick started to grow with Boneman’s handling of his sack.
“Clean him out,” Boneman said to Firestone, while still holding the sergeant by the short hairs.
“With what?” Firestone asked dumbly.
Boneman reluctantly let go of the balls and grabbed the hose that was attached to the faucet. It was a chrome hose with a narrow spray attachment at the end, shaped too much like an enema.
“With this … I’ll loosen the chains, so he can be on all fours in the tub,” Boneman said as he handed the hose to Firestone.
Boneman loosened the chains and guided Masters down, so he was now on all fours with his big, hairy, muscular ass in the air. The sight of the sergeant’s hairy hole up in the air was almost enough to make Boneman cream his fatigues, and one look at Firestone’s pants confirmed that he also appreciated the view.
Boneman turned the tap on lukewarm, and Firestone inserted the hose into the sergeant’s hairy hole, and the drill instructor didn’t even flinch, for he didn’t want them to have the pleasure of knowing how much they were humiliating him.
“Fill him up. I want him clean before I go in there,” Boneman said with a smile.
“The hell you will!” Masters protested, speaking for the first time since entering the basement.
Boneman leaned down, cupped Masters’ chin and said, “Did I ask you to speak? You aren’t in charge here. I am. Maybe it’s time you learned to take orders rather than give them. You got that, you miserable motherfucker?”
“Yes, Sir,” the sergeant mumbled.
“I didn’t hear you, pussy!” Boneman barked.
“Sir, Yes, Sir!” Masters bellowed as his bowels were filled with the warm water.
Firestone removed the hose, and Boneman told him to push. As the water sprayed from his aching hole, it was not as clear
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