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.