[Gruntraq] Sailor And The Sergeant 9

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An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor and the Sergeant 8[/url]

Ritchie dashed in into the small store with Chad in tow. The smell in the store immediately put Chad on guard. Getting a grip on his surroundings he scanned the leathers and the many wicked devices lining the walls. The smell was similar to that of a leather tack shop back in Montana, but there was a underlying smell of rubber and porn shop mixed in that reminded of the mouth gag that Ramos and his men had strapped on him last summer. Chad slowed, but Ritchie egged him "Come on, nobody is going to bite you in here".

As they walked toward the back of the narrow shop Ritchie waved at the big grey-bearded guy behind the counter. Greybeard, the bulging daddy shop owner wearing a leather vest asked, "Can I help you find anything?" Ritchie looked over Greybeard's shoulder to the wall rack behind him and asked "How much is that anal training set there?" Greybeard turned around and asked, "The polished stainless or the latex?" Ritchie turned to Chad and asked, "What's your pleasure bro? Rubber or steel?" Chad was looking at him horror. The cone shaped objects in various sizes and their implied use sent a shiver though him.

Ritchie just turned back to Greybeard and said "Let's make it stainless steel". The wandered through the store as Ritchie grabbed a few other items and devices that had Chad questioning the whole thing. As he totaled up the merchandise, Greybeard asked Ritchie, "Want it on your account?". The Surfer nodded his head affirmative.

Back at the apartment Ritchie packed a bowl of Humboldt Green in his bong while Chad went through the bag of goodies he just inherited. He pulled out a butt-plug harness, a couple of various cock rings and leather ball stretching cuffs, a couple tubes of lube, and then the heavy box came out. Chad held the black box in his hand with a clear window that displayed the four massive polished steel butt plugs. "Dude, I'm not sure about this shit," Sailor groused while handling the medical grade asshole stretchers.

"Look man, do you trust me?" the Surfer asked Chad. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But if you want to do this thing you gotta be ready roll. You cant be too tight to get used hard. You need to be opened up before you strap your ass into a gangbang with Ramos's boys let alone anyone else. You have to prove yourself to him on his playing field. That means you need to trust me and let me help you prepare for the intitiation".

"Initiation? I thought this was just a party we were going to" Chad replied. "I mean I feel like this is some king of cult or something". Ritchie looked at him and laughed. "It is better than a cult. You get in with these guys and you will have a level of camaraderie that you never had in the Navy." You pass your entry exam and this weekend is your initiation, and a way to pay the rent - best of both worlds"

Chad smiled nervously, "Alright but I am still a little geeked about these anal training things". Ritchie pulled down a deep hit of the mean green and handed the bong to Chad. The Sailor was still just looking at the box and back up to Ritchie. "Take a hit bro and stop looking at me like I am a psycho killer". Chad set down the box and sucked on the bong for a moment. With smoke wafting out of his mouth Sailor charged, "These things are going to fit in my ass?" Ritchie had made a trip to the kitchen and returned with a couple of beers. Handing one of them to Chad, he said. "You'll love it bro. Believe me when I tell you that once you get these babies into you, you wont be able to get enough. Besides, we only have a few more days till this weekend and you need to be opened up enough for fisting by then".

Almost spitting out his beer and choking, "Fisting?".

Suddenly contemplating spending his last stash of cash on a plane ticket back to Montana, Chad helped Ritchie carry the weightlifting table from Dave's room out to the living room. Once they had the padded bench set up between the couch and the TV, Ritchie told Chad to take all of his clothes off. The Surfer leaned back on the couch as he watched his Sailor pull off his loose camo shorts and t-shirt. Once he was completely naked, Chad stood there and said, "Now what?" "Come over here", Ritchie replied.

The Sailor walked over to him and swung his meat in front of his face. Ritchie grabbed Chad's balls and carefully wove them through the ring on the butt-plug harness, putting spit on his scrotum to make it easy. He carefully shoved his freshly pierced limp cock through the ring before he got too erect. Then, taking his hands around Chad's waist and between his legs, Ritchie hung the harness over his hips and cinched up the belt. Then he grabbed the smallest leather ball cuff and proceeded to install it on Chad's freshly shaved scrotum. Cupping his balls in his hand he pulled them down and worked the cuff on with the other hand and snapped it up.

The exercise got the Sailor hard as a rock. `So are you going to suck my cock now?" Chad ordered. "Not yet", Ritchie replied. "Lay down on the bench." He laid Chad on his back with his legs up and hanging over the pad wrapped weight bar. Ritchie propped his head up with a pillow from the couch and asked if Chad was comfortable enough. "Yeah, actually I am". "Good" Ritchie replied as he grabbed the 1.5" steel plug from the box. Chad felt the wet stickiness of lubed fingers tabbing him and started to relax a bit. "Now I am gonna use the smallest one, that is no bigger around than any of the cocks you have had up your ass to this point, except maybe Ramos." Ritchie assured. "Just shut your eyes and relax".

Chad then felt the cold smooth steel slowly probing at his hole. It felt good at first while Ritchie gently slid it in, with increasing pressure. The feeling got dull and then sharp for a moment as the apex crossed his gate and then it popped into him and stopped. Chad clenched his ass muscles against the steel and reveled in the fullness of it. "Okay, how was that?" Ritchie asked. "Fine", Chad answered. "Fine?. Uh, okay, then we need to go to the next one then". Pulling the metal prod from Chad's asshole, Ritchie grabbed the 1.75 inch plug and began working it into Sailor's shitter. This time Ritchie was getting more resistance as he pushed it in. Chad was wincing a little and pushing back. "You need to relax your muscles, you are pushing it back out at me."

Chad rolled his head back as Ritchie pushed harder and gently twisted the plug. Chad's breathing got faster and more shallow as he held the plug firm in the fight. "Take a deep breath Chad", Ritchie instructed. "Then let it out nice and slow, and that's when I'll push. We'll keep doing repetitions. Got it?" Chad nodded his head as the sharp but hollow pain at his fuck hole began to dominate him. "Breathe", Ritchie said. Chad grabbed the bench under his back with his hands and squeezed as Ritchie kept the pressure on. As he breathed out each time he could feel a splitting burning sensation rising between his legs that got stronger and stronger, making it hard to keep his breathing slow. As he was letting out his deep breath the fourth time he felt a movement that shot a wave of electricity through him causing him to yell out "Ahhhaahhahhh!"

The pain wave seemed to last for forever as the apex of the larger steel bullet passed and stretched his squeeze ring where it had never gone before. "Ahhhhoooowuuhhaa!" The pressure kept on as he tried shooting the thing back out and bucked on the table. The pressure subsided as it popped into his hot hole but the pain remained. "Ahhhhhee owww! Take it out! Take it out!" Chad shouted. "Oooohhhhh! Aaaawweeeooooww! Ritchie pushed it in deeper until the base of it rested against his stretched open pucker hole. "Squeeze your muscles around it and hold it tight, Ritchi ordered.

He then took the rear strap of the harness and cinched it tight against the plug, locking it solidly in the Sailor's chute. " Keep squeezing your ass muscles around it! Embrace the pain and quit crying. SQUEEZE IT!" Ritchie ordered. As Chad laid there holding as still as he could with the piercing awl in his ass with no relief Ritchie sat on the couch and sparked another bong hit.

To Be Continued.

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