Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 22:42:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Chad M Subject: SPC in Control - 3 If you're underage, or if it's illegal where you're at or if you are not interested on guy on guy action please feel free to leave. If you read Part 1 & 2 it will be easier for you to keep with the story. Let me know if you're still interested or have comments. SPC IN CONTROL? - 3 PVT Ryan Black was out on patrol with his squad on his sixteenth day in country. Baghdad was a different place. Kind like the states, but a lot hotter, dirtier and trash was everywhere. You could tell this country had been at war or conflict for a while. Ryan spent 10 hours that day on patrol. He was hot and tired when he got off that evening. He went to the chow and then got his shower stuff to go take a shower. The showers were in a trailer down the pad from his room. It sucked to walk down the street to take a shower or go to the bathroom. That trailer was down the road too. It could be worse though, he had to shit in the woods in basic training when they were in the field, so this was much better. He took a quick shower and then went back to his room. His roommate was not there that was cool. He had a little time to himself. He thought about last night and the IM he got: Master Type - 39 m top master type, 6'3" 200 lbs 7 1/2" cut cock, into control..your stats and asl? Youngguylikescontrol - 19 m straight type 6'1" 185 lbs 8" cut fascinated with the control thing, I have been in control my whole life. Master Type - you ready to give up control to me boy? Youngguylikescontrol - I dunno? Master Type - I read your profile boy....I know your in the Army and in Iraq.....you put that on your page.....I am too if your really ready for some control your first step is to send me a pic to my e-mail boy, you have until tomorrow - DO IT BOY! Then be on here same time tomorrow night boy. Master Type - Night Boy! Shit, shit shit, Ryan thought to himself, last night. What was this about? He looked down and his cock was hard as a rock. SPC Smith was the other side of the room snoring loudly. Last night Ryan pulled down his boxer briefs and started stroking his cock thinking about the instant messages that he just got. With his roommate snoring on the other side of the room. That was the first time he had jacked off since he had been in Iraq. What did that mean? Shit it made him sooo hot just thinking about that guy controlling him. And he said that he was in Iraq. Fuck.What about the don't ask don't tell thing. Shit, what did he want..Ryan needed this. Every time he thought about it all day he got hard instantly. Shit was this wrong? He didn't know now. Shit. Ryan got up and took two pics of himself with his digital camera. He was in PT uniform. He stood and took a full body shot and then one of just his face. He downloaded them in to his pics in his computer. E-mail was the easiest way to keep in touch back home. Ryan started his email to see if anyone sent him anything. There were three. One from his mom, one from Debbie and one from Master Type. His yahoo IM opened automatically when he opened his mailbox. His emails from his mom and Debbie were nice. Then there was the one from Master Type. All it said was hit reply and send those pics I told you to NOW boy. Why was Ryan so drawn to this guy? What was his deal? As Ryan was attaching the first pic, he got an IM: Master Type - where's my pics Ryan? Youngguylikescontrol - I was just sending them sir, I just got in. Master Type - Hurry up boy. Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir. [And with that he attached the other pic and hit send. Shit what was he thinking?] Two minutes later he got: Master Type - second step boy..turn on your cam, invite me and then get nude..in that order boy. Without thinking Ryan got up went to the door locked the deadbolt. Pushed the link open cam and hit invite to Master Type. Then he pointed the cam at himself and started to take off his pt shirt, pt shorts..shoes and socks. And then set down and waited. Master Type - You think that with boxer briefs on, your nude boy? Youngguylikescontrol - Uh.No sir! Master Type - then what the fuck do you think you're doing boy? Youngguylikescontrol - Sorry sir! [And with that Ryan got up and took off his boxers.] Master Type - that will cost you boy. Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir. I understand, sir. Master Type - Stroke that cock for me boy, and enjoy it, this is the last time you will be aloud to cum for a while. Unless we meet. Ryan sat there on his bed, with his computer and cam on stroking his cock for some master that he really didn't even know. I was not his choice, though, it was his new masters and he had to obey. It was in his blood, in every fiber. Ryan needed this and he new, yet he was sooo scared. What if someone caught him? He would the head of his dick. It was already hard. All eight inches were throbbing in his hand. He moaned as he started to work and stroke his cock faster. Master Type - Cum for me boy.in your hand and then lick it out with your tongue. Ryan did, both cum and lick it up for his new master. It was the first time he had ever tasted cum let alone his own cum. It was salty, but not bad tasting. Shit what was he becoming? There was a knock at the door. Black, its Smith let me in. Fuck, my roommate, Ryan thought grabbing his boxers, slipping them on and opening the door. Sorry bro.no prob, I understand, SPC Smith said. With that Ryan went back to his bed. The cam was still on, Master Type was still watching. Ryan typed: Youngguylikescontrol - Sorry, sir, My roommate. Master Type - I understand boy, totally. Discretion is a must for both of us. Always remember that boy. Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir. Master Type - but never turn the cam off unless I tell you to. Good job tonight boy. I am proud of you. Are you ready for your first task, boy? Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir. Master Type - First you need to prove yourself, boy. In order to do that tomorrow I want you to go antenna hill, next to the hill there is an old abandoned Iraqi building. Go in and there will be a note there. Take your camera. Ryan you need to do this, right boy? Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir. Thank you for understanding tonight sir. Master Type - Tomorrow night, be on here about this same time. And have your task done, boy. Good Night. Youngguylikescontrol - Yes, sir. And he was gone. Shit, that was close Ryan thought. SPC Smith almost caught him. What was this task? What was he going to have to prove? Ryan had never even met this guy, or even seen his pic. Shit! He was hard again and he had just cum. What was Master Type doing to him? Ryan was up half of the night thinking about this master and what he had done for him. Shit Ryan had never been hotter or cum as much when he talked to this master. He was drawn to him, and yet he didn't even know him. what was this about? Why did he need this soo much...He was straight.....he was in the Army....Shit he was in Iraq fighting for his country and their way of freedom. Yet, there was this part of him that could not diobey Master Type. He needed him, and he didn't understand why, yet. But he would. with that Ryan slept. The next morning, Ryan's roommate woke him up. Bro, we need to go to chow...it's going to close in 20 minutes. Today is a down day....so we don't have alot else to do. That was good for Ryan to know. He thought about the task he was told to complete. Maybe, he would blow it off and just not do it. And not respond to Master Type any more. He could get into big trouble for what he was thinking about doing. If he just stopped now, it would be over and then no one would ever know, or need to find out anything. He just didn't know. But then, at about 1300 hours Ryan found himself putting his digital camera into his pocket and heading out for antenna hill. There was an old abandoned iraqi building there. Ryan thought about what Master Type had said, "Ryan, you need to do this right boy?" Ryan turned around to walk away.....He stopped...he looked back at the building. Well, he was here, he could at least read the note and see what it said. He was here after all. And it was a long walk to the hill. He went into the building. There were several rooms at the other end of the building. He went into three of them before finding a note taped to a wall in the fourth room. Ryan's heart started beating faster. Theres the note, at least he needed to read it. It said: Ryan: Your doing good, boy. You made it here. Congratulations. That was the first step. The second is proving to me that you are ready for a master and you to be controled. To be controlled is what you need. Now you need to prove it to me. I NOW own you Ryan. YOu are my boy. My boytoy. You need my approval to cum, your balls, cock, nipples and ass are mine. You need my permission to use them for pleasure and pain. With pain comes pleasure. You must get thru ...or endure the pain to get to the pleasure. You need the pain as much as you need the pleasure. You know you do boy. To prove to yourself and me that you are now mine...you will take a few pictures of yourself for me. The will be as follows: 1. in your uniform as you are now....full body 2. no shirt, no tee-shirt...just ACU pants and boots....full body 3. just boxers....full body 4. nude.....full body 5. nude hard cock...full body 6. nude backside view....full body 7. nude ass cheeks pulled apart...exposing my new boyhole to me...full body. And Ryan, I want your face in all of the shots. I understand discression and the privacy thing. YOU WILL do this for your new master, ME. This will between you and me only. This is you giving yourself totally to me....your pictures, your trust, your commitment. And you will give it all over to me freely, and then we can meet and start your training, boy. Take the pictures now boy. Then be online tonight when I told you to. MASTER TYPE Ryan sat down. Shit, pictures...those pictures of him, here. Fuck NO! thats not right. He couldn't do it. He was straight and this guy wanted him to expose his ass to him? Fuck! He rested his hand on his thigh. He just know realized that he had been rock hard since he left his room. But now his cock was dripping pre-cum, from just the thought of him doing this. Give myself to him totally. Shit. He wanted to control me, my mind, my body, my cock. Shit, shit, shit. Ryan got up and started to walk out. As he started to walk out, he knew he couldn't. Then he looked up. On the back of the pillar he had passed earlier was another note. All it said, was get back in that room and complete your task, BOY. Your not a quiter! Shit, Ryan thought, did this guy know him or what? Thats what he was thinking. But, be his boytoy? I'm not a quiter, but I can't do this. Shit. Ryan walked back into that fourth room. He started to complete his given task at hand. It was as if he was there, but not there. Next thing Ryan new was he was nude bent over exposing his pucker to the camera on the other wall. It was a good thing, he bought a good cam, with a remote, otherwise he would have been screwed. He couldn't even imagine having to find someone to take this pics for him, that would have sucked. He was glad he spent the extra money on this camera. He put his uniform back on, collected his things and left the abandoned building. He never noticed the guy sitting in the vehicle at the bottom of the hill, Master Type did notice him though. More to follow.....if your interested.....Ryan's in Iraq, he read the note and completed the task, would he talk to that master tonight online? Does he need this? This master? Let me know if I should continue. Let me know if you think they should be longer or if their about right. Send comments to chadm97702@yahoo.com.