The Provost Sergeant's Dungeon (voyeur gay soldier BDSM) (British Army Buggery Book 2) (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

It's a man's life in the Queen's Own Royal Regiment! And Lance Corporal Headley is in charge of discipline; so when he discovers two privates masturbating together, he administers their punishment. But the tables turn when he is in turn discovered by the sadistic Sergeant Willing, and hauled off to become the latest prisoner in the Provost Sergeant's own private dungeon! Warning: This 7,800 word story contains spanking, punishment, strong BDSM themes, voyeurism, mutual public masturbation, horrifyingly horny soldiers, tight bondage, uniforms all round, and a sex machine that has to be seen to be believed! Excerpt: Oh, what a sight! It was Private Dover and Private Rogers. Lance Corporal Headley knew them well. They’d been through Special Procedures time and again, and their default state was to be planning some new prank or offence that would require retribution. Sergeant Peter Willing, in charge of administering Special Procedures, had almost begun to despair at their persistence in submitting to his discipline. Not in administering it, of course. Sergeant Willing was a consummate sadist and enjoyed that part of things perfectly well; however, he also prided himself on inventivity, on originality. Private Dover and Private Rogers had been through Special Procedures so many times that even Sergeant Willing’s creativity was almost exhausted, and there were highly scurrilous rumours doing the rounds that he’d been forced to look on the Internet for new things that he could do to the perverted pair. The thought of Sergeant Willing sent a chill down Headley’s spine as he peered through the grubby glass at Dover and Rogers. Oh, they were danger wanking all right. Both men were staring deep into the other’s eyes, left hand on the other’s shoulder, right hand on the other’s penis, pumping away. Their chests were heaving with exertion. Private Dover’s cropped head was pouring vast amounts of sweat down his face, and Private Rogers was clearly gasping and groaning. Their uniforms were both in some disarray; clearly, they had been too passionate for each other to resist a little friendly groping before getting down to business. Headley turned his head, pressing his ear against the window, to hear the noises they were making, and deep inside his own uncomfortable issue underpants, his own pecker began to awake.