Private Wooten in trouble - part 2Where the fuck did you guys go?Please, please, come back!Get me ou
Private Wooten in trouble - part 2Where the fuck did you guys go?Please, please, come back!Get me out of this!Private Corey Wooten hadn’t stopped struggling to get loose since he’d been forced into the dormitory earlier that day and secured to the hard bed.He repeatedly pulled at the handcuffs and wiggled his booted feet tied to the bed frame.With all his efforts to free himself, the young Private knew he was trapped, helpless and alone.Moments earlier, his buddies were right outside the door, trying to get to him.Corey yelled at them to break the lock, and they had tried.Then someone had yelled that the Sarge was heading this way.Corey’s heart sank at the receding sound of booted feet running.Fuck! Don’t leave me here! Help me!Jerking his handcuffed wrists in frustration at the faint hope of rescue being snatched away from him, Corey tried to steady his panicked, shallow breathing.Hours earlier, the Sarge had stood on the bed, stroking Corey with a baton, tracing the swell of his ass and between his buttcheeks before lightly trailing it up his back.The Sarge had ordered Private Wooten to keep still, but the boy couldn’t help twitching each time the baton prodded his ass.Corey had closed his eyes tight, trembling as he listened to the Sarge undoing his belt - but strangely, the big man had stopped suddenly, readjusted himself, and left abruptly.He’s fucking with my head as well as with my ass.Why is he targeting me?Corey turned his head away from the door, unable to look, his fear rising sharply as the lock turned.Heavy booted feet entered the room, along with the unmistakeable cigar smell. “Good afternoon, Private.” The Sarge locked the door and nimbly stepped onto the bed, the toes of his boots once again digging into Corey’s hips.“Now, boy. Where were we?” -- source link