You are absent without leave soldier. Last week I had slave 17 contact me asking for a session. Normally we have played at the local kink club but today he wanted to play at his house. As preparation, I had him lay out a selection of his under wear as he gets turned on by underwear and sports shorts. He was told to be kneeling and to be wearing just a T-shirt and shorts. I then made him model them for my entertainment and I made sure it contained plenty of handling of his goods. Not knowing the lie of the land I got him to give me a tour so that I could best work out where we were to play. This particular slave likes to be imprisoned and made totally helpless. I advised him that he was going to be a soldier who was AWOL from his unit and that I was the Military Policeman sent to return him to barracks. I went outside and knocked on the door. The moment he answered the door I burst in with a billy club yelling and ordering him to the ground. He was prodded quite hard with the club so he knew I meant business. He was then quickly bound with his hands behind his back. He was then stood up in front of a table where I started to interrogate him about where he had been and who had helped him get away. I wrote down his answers and then easily found fault as he couldn’t remember the peoples names he quoted. I accused him of being a liar and bent him over the table. He was then paddled with a duster I found lying around his room. It was half a metre long and when you pulled off the dust cloth you were left with a 4 cm wide plastic strip on a handle which was quite whippy and nice and stingy.

I then threw him on a mattress in a side room and locked the door. This is where we nearly came unstuck as the door had a dodgy lock and I couldn’t get the door open. Luckily he was able to get up and open the door from the inside with his hands tied behind his back. He was then brought back into the interrogation room and the questioning continued. Over the next couple of hours I put nipple clamps on his scrotum and nipples. His balls were stretched and given a work out with the paddle. A couple of times he was put back into the side room for time out. One of the times while he was kneeling on the mattress, I had him hooded. I walked around him hitting my hand with the paddle so he heard the slap of it. Occasionally I would give one of his legs, thighs, balls, cock or butt a few stinging flicks with the paddle. This was very disconcerting as he couldn’t see what I was doing and so would suddenly feel the sting. He was proving to be a tough customer and so I had to come up with something extra to get him to talk. I put a bag over the wrestling hood he had on and then started holding his nose and covering his mouth until he started to show signs of distress.

I would then release it just long enough for him to get a couple of breathes and then I would block his air again. There is no good interrogation without some electric torture. I put my electro kit on him and gave his cock a couple of good jolts. This wasn’t on purpose, it was just that the set is playing up and so I gave up on it before his cock was cooked. Time for a hood change and so I put him in a black neoprene hood which has removable eye and mouth covers. To make it that more uncomfortable I put a horse bridle gag on him with a pair of his underwear jammed in his mouth to make it hard to breath. He has nice big meaty balls and I noticed a weight set on the floor of his room. I tied them to his balls and then had him drag them around the room. I had him tied to the interrogation chair while I questioned him for the millionth time. Every time I didn’t like his answer he was paddled in some uncomfortable place. By this time he was talking like a canary and owning up to all manner of things. There was a Russian mafia connection, lots of names of accomplices, and apparently while away from his unit, he fled to China to set up an arms/drug/refugee smuggling business. Anyway all good things must come or is that cum' to an end. The interrogation chair was in front of a large screen TV and so I played one of his porn movies which involved a couple of prisoners being mishandled. While he was tied on the chair he was forced to watch the porn while I slowly rubbed his large cock until he exploded in a fountain of cum. Nothing like a happy ending to a day of torture. Then I got home and found a message from slave 6 and a young local guy wanting to play but that my friends is another story.