Full Fist Interrogation

Colin Bryant fucked up. Bad soldier. Filthy uniform. General dirty pig. His commanding officer, Hugh Hunter, is done letting that slide. Hugh bolts Colin’s wrists to the table and gives him the choice: brig or punishment right here. Colin picks right here. Hugh tears the uniform off. He cranks an electric wand and drives it into Colin’s cock and balls. Colin twitches, breathes hard, but the pain turns him on. Hugh sees it. Shifts straight to the German Method. He grabs his nightstick, slicks it, shoves it up that tight hole. It sinks in easy. Then deeper. Hugh isn’t impressed. He dips a gloved hand in the grease bucket and pushes past the resistance until his fist is wrist-deep inside Colin. Colin moans. Sweat pours. Hugh works the hole with both hands, stretching it wide, knuckles popping in and out until Colin’s shaking like the pig he is. Hugh eases off, tells him he’ll be back. Colin better be on his hands and knees, tongue ready, because Hugh’s ass still needs service before this is finished.