The Major serviced

Chapter 2

Major at mercy of third brother

After energetic sex the Major has now been gagged and tied to his bed by Samuel and Matthew … he is soon to be the mercy of a third dominant brother …

The door of the bungalow lodge opened suddenly.

The sun was strong now behind the visitor, who filled the doorway.

I made guttural noises through my gag.

Samuel and the newcomer exchanged sharp words in the local dialect.

The stranger came up to the bed and towered over me. He was high, wide, and surely handsome, darker than the others.

Major, said Samuel into my ear, this is our little brother Ahab, he is the very black sheep of the family I am afraid. He is very keen to make your acquaintance, but is a very busy man.

If I had been able to speak I might have said something to the effect that it was a pleasure to meet the third brother in such a handsome family, even if the term little brother hardly seemed to describe him.

Ahab’s fingers scratched the buttons at his flies, where the khaki front clearly revealed something big hanging down beneath, and I had a damn clear idea of what awaited me. And all on an empty stomach too. I had not even had my breakfast yet.

What was before me was a young man of some height in something like a uniform, casually smoking on a cigar.

As perhaps the reader will have assumed, this Ahab was a very handsome young man in a very handsome band of brothers. His khaki obviously covered a good set of muscles. The open neck displayed a lot of dark curls of hair. He had long shorts, but below the knee, his skin was dotted with more knots of black hair.

His body was very different from his brothers.

He smiled down on me, revealing a gap in his front, very white, teeth. That was most attractive.

Good morning Major, he said, removing the cigar from his full really rather luscious lips.

My apologies I am so late. Samuel asked me to be here to meet you, but I was detained.

He yawned, showing a delightfully pink tongue.

I trust my big brother – he guffawed - has been of good service?

He spoke slowly in good English. I wondered who his teacher had been, it was an accent I recognised from somewhere else. Surely it was not a Scottish accent, learned from a missionary from the old country?

I nodded and tried to reply through my gag.

He had a watch on his hairy wrist I noted, and he checked the time then, and sighed.

Then his large hands went to his belt and he snapped his fingers.

There was an exchange with Samuel, and sharp words aimed at Matthew, who then began to re-arrange the knots in the ropes on ankles so that I had more flexibility. In short I could now spread my knees quite wide. And now present my hairy arse to all comers, so to speak.

The penny had dropped some time ago and this was the confirmation. I was being prepared for Ahab and I was to be his plaything, willing or not.

I think on balance I may have been willing. After all it was an hour since I had last been fucked and mornings tended to be a randy time for me.

Ahab removed his cigar, dropped ash on the floorboards. Matthew swiftly provided an ashtray from the desk. Ahab stubbed it out slowly and then his brother took it away.

Ahab yawned. Then he looked sharply at Samuel and tapped the wrist watch.

Samuel came to him and began unbuttoning Ahab’s shirt like an assistant in a gents outfitters. He revealed a white vest underneath, a good crisp one. shining against the dark skin.

What he had under the tight snowy white vest was a broad muscular chest and a broad muscular abdomen.

He barked to his brothers again and they made short work of his belt and fly buttons and his long shorts fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them. Matthew bent down to whisk them away.

What I saw now was a fine figure of a man in white underwear which looked like it was fresh off the steamer. It revealed as much as it concealed.

I saw pectorals, an abdomen, and the remarkable bulge of cock and balls. All, including the underwear, of the highest quality.

Matthew stepped forwards and gently coaxed the vest over his brother’s head.

I now saw Ahab’s chest and torso. What a sight. What a body.

All of this shining skin was dotted in clumps of dark woolly hair which thickened all over his pectorals, around his great black buttons of nipples, circled around his navel, and trailed down below to the waistband of his drawers.

I might have used his abdomen to strike a Swan Vesta, the muscles so tight, the hair so rough.

He was by far the hairiest local I had thus far seen. Perhaps he had Italian or Persian in him. Some travelling trader might have impregnated a grandmother one hot afternoon behind a hut.

The big black sheep of the family perhaps, but also clearly the boss, the black ram of the family.

He barked something else to his brothers.

Samuel moved sharpish to removed his little brother’s drawers. He took it slowly, coaxing the elasticated waistband down over the slender hips, till the black pubic bush was revealed, then over the beginning of the bulge, then the first thick inch or two of his manhood.

I held my breath, no easy feat when I was already gagged.

Ahab barked again, and Samuel pulled the drawers down further, inch by inch, till my view was filled with one big thick cock, exposed save for the knobhead. Then suddenly the drawers were down, and the knob was out, and the whole length was revealed.

Boy oh boy, it swung out.

Ahab had a prick to remember, and I should know, given my experience in that area.

He smiled down at me, hands of hips. What a nice smile. What a prick.

He cleared his throat.

I wish to thank you Major for supporting my family. I wish to thank you personally for your service to my country also. All those years of service to the people of my country. I am confident I know how to pay you back and at the same time please you Major. Do you think I do? Do you have an inkling?

I made a noise through the gag, that indeed I did have an inkling. I looked right and left to the other two but their eyes were downcast under their thick lashes.

Let me give you a clue, sir. Let big Ahab introduce you to … little Ahab.

As if on cue the monster rose up. Hardly little.

So, now in front of me at the foot of the bed where I was bound and waiting, was Ahab’s erect cock.

I gasped in my gag and pulled at my ropes involuntarily. Jesus knows I like a big cock, fuck, I have one of them myself, but this was not just big, it was monumental, Hell’s bells.  

I looked at the boys again to see their reaction, but they looked away, perhaps unwilling to see the fear or desire in my eyes. I expected they had seen this scenario before.

Ahab chuckled and circled his thick length of meat with his fist, no mean feat. He tugged it gently. Then let go, and with his hands on his hips let it swing from side to side and up and down, and it slapped on his hairy brown tummy. My eyes widened.

He clicked his fingers. Matthew came to his side quickly – in one hand my jar of coconut hair oil in the other a what - surely not a measuring tape?

Ahab looked at his watch again. Clearly he had to be somewhere else. I wondered where he had got the watch, it looked like a decent one. Perhaps from under the pillow of some trussed up fucked and dominated Colonel?

Major, if I may, he said, and advanced towards the bed. His cock soared as if it was impatient to be acquainted.

I spread my legs as wide as the ropes would allow. I had no doubt that my hairy arsehole was now on show to him.

Matthew murmured something which sounded like an apology and began to gently spread some of my coconut oil hair dressing on to my arse hole.

For the look of things I struggled a bit in my bounds but in reality I was merely ticklish.

Ahab smiled enigmatically, as well he might, now with a foot of dark cock standing in front of him, inches away from the gaping hairy hole of a military man, who was about to be paid back for all the sins of the Empire.

It would not be lost on him that my previously proud white prick had lost his hardness and was now a bit of a flop, hanging down in my newly shaved bare groin. Flaccid was the word. So unlike me.

I had been fucked before and often by whoppers, but this one took the prize.

Ahab snapped his fingers again. Matthew handed the measuring tape to Samuel who then had the honour of measuring his little brother’s cock.

I did not need a tape measure or a certificate from one of those new technical colleges to know how big that cock was.

Samuel held his finger tip in place at the measurement on the tape, and then showed it to me, shamefaced. I was not surprised.

What does it say, Major?

I read out the measurement out loud, though the words were muffled.

Ahab laughed and grinned.

Lucky Major. Cat got your tongue?

I made a noise, which translated as get the fuck on with the fucking you bastard, but came out as nothing whatsoever like that.

Ahab moved close against me. I saw that his dark knob was trickling, shining. Should I be flattered?

Despite myself I wanted to be free to touch it, to feel it, to suck it, though I had my doubts about fitting it up my back passage, well broken in though I knew it was.

Lust ran through my veins. Lord, I felt my own cock beginning to fill, to swing, to stiffen, to rise up to the manor born as of yore. I wanted this cock after all as any red blooded male of our persuasion would. I could handle it up my arse or down my throat, fingers crossed.

Jesus, a stallion dick was about to fuck me – how could I not want that? The gleam of new juice on my cock head told of my hopes and aspirations.

Ah, remarked Ahab, I see you like your little Ahab Dick, do you? That is just as well Major, as I intend to take no prisoners. It is my patriotic duty to fuck you on behalf of this country, for fuck knows, you’ve fucked us long enough.

He snapped his fingers again.

Matthew appeared at his side carrying a tray. On it was a little brown bottle, of the kind I often enjoyed when I was fucking enlisted men up in the brothel on the coast. It made it easier for their virgin arses.

Matthew snapped the stopper off the little bottle and held it up to Ahab’s nostril, then the other.

His little brother sniffed long and deep several times. He grinned dozily and squeezed his dark cock. I could see the glitter of the early spunk making sticky trails on his monster.

I felt the light touch of his fingers on my bare knees, a tiny bit of a caress on the old scars on my hairy calves.

Ahab crossed himself.

For what the Major is about to receive … may he be truly thankful.

Give me some of that bottle I cried out, but of course no one cared.

Matthew was smoothing more of my coconut hair dressing onto my arse. Small mercies. I am sure I heard him whisper, sorry sir.

Ahab barked out something and Matthew let me be.

He spat out some words in his local language. Perhaps it was here we go, full steam ahead.

Ahab grinned his gap toothed grin at me, then he winked.

I felt Samuel and Matthew lightly holding my arms.

Then he positioned himself between my knees. Then he spat and it landed on my chest.

Then Ahab fuckin fucked me with his fuckin foot long cock.

Had there been no gag they would have heard me scream in the foothills.

He was noisy too, groaning and moaning, and spitting out expressions in his local dialect.

I was hog tied and squirming, lifted up and shunted off the bed, thrust clumsily against the bed head, then deep into the hard mattress, and off the side of it. I squealed. I thought I might die.

And yet. And yet. I did not die. Through the penetrating pain and the fiery force of that monster cock and the rocketing from Ahab’s loins, I found entrance to a land of glory.

I swear I grew harder, thicker, longer, my usual proud nine inches of flesh extending to a rigid rival to his own beast. My arse hole was stretched and filled in the most violent of virile ways by Ahab. That secret button deep in me was plucked by his great meat and rubbed and ready for the off.

My cock slapped on my newly smooth stomach and swung about. Sticky juices were flowing from my knob, making white webs on my smooth stomach and hairy thighs. No need now for fingers to bring me to conclusion. I roared through my silken gag.

I went off like a cannon. And again and again.

Ahab felt the full force of it in his face. His grin suddenly covered with my white hot spunk. He spat it out on me, even as I shot again.

The black curls all over the top of his chest were now dotted with my white spunk.

He wiped his face and looked down in disgust.

You dirty fuckin colonial bastard, he shouted out in English. How dare you disrespect me in this way.

He snapped his fingers and Matthew ran up with a cloth to wipe him.

Ahab wagged his finger at me.

Just remember who is the boss man here Major. Do not try any of those tricks again you bloody pervert. Understood?

I nodded and made inarticulate sounds into my silken sodden gag.

Now shut the fuck up and take it in your cunt, you colonial whore.

My cunt took it of course.

Ahab fucked me like a steam engine, like an express train, like a rocket to the moon. The nerves in my arse walls were aflame, my stomach was invaded, my lungs were under fire.

He shouted out, the roof seemed to lift, he was one huge piece of phallic machinery. And he lost his spunk in me in one almighty flood, his cock motor discharging and discharging again, filling me up.

Fuck you Major, he shouted out at climax, that was the gist of it anyway.

He pulled out, which took a moment, and I winced and cried out and I saw the huge dark thing still spouting, dripping down on my cock and balls.

I begged him to stick it back in to me right away, but my words were lost in the scarf.

Samuel whispered to me to keep silent.

Ahab was angry with me, apparently because I had dared to climax.

You military fuckin bastard, he said and straddled over me, wiping his thick hard greasy dick all over the top of my chest, then all over my face, so that the tool made the gag come undone, and I dared to lick his giant knob.

He pulled it away from me.

Fuck off you dirty deviant. Open your mouth cunt, he demanded. I did as he asked.

He sniffed from the new brown bottle Matthew held up for him, and again I tried to get my share, but with no luck.

I felt his balls on my chest, wiry with hair.

Open that cunt mouth wide Major, he spat, and mind your fuckin teeth.

I was no stranger to cock down my throat, but even so this was a challenge.

Ahab’s ruddy dick choked me and shocked me to the core – and on a practical level, the monster knocked the breath out of me.

I saw the headlines in the local English language newspaper – Major found dead in bed, suffocated by giant object as yet unknown.

Suddenly drowning was added to the mortal threat in the form of Ahab’s Biblical ejaculation. The floodgates opened, my throat canals overflowed, my stomach levels rose to danger point.

I could hear Ahab shouting as he exploded.

The good Lord blessed me, and I blacked out.

When I came to I felt Samuel’s gentle hands on my forehead, rubbing me with a damp flannel.

My mouth and throat were empty again, though the hot semen still swilled there.

I spat all down my bare shiny chest.

There, there, said Samuel, wiping the gobs of spit and cum away.

Ahab was at the foot of the bed, still naked, and drinking a cup of coffee. Not my old cup, but a fresh willow pattern one. I saw the way his pinkie stood up as he drank. Where had he learned that mannerism?

His cock was still out and swinging, though now more the leaning tower of Pisa than Nelson’s Column. It was dripping on to the shiny floorboards, the sun lit up the puddle.

Good morning Major, he said with a smile. You had me worried, I thought I had fucked you to death. I must dash now he said, checking his wristwatch again, but my how delightful it was to make your acquaintance. Samuel and Matthew will cater to your needs now. Ask for anything you crave. Melon, pineapple, whisky, arse pussy, that sort of thing.

He came over close to me and whispered into my ear. I flinched.

And Major, mighty fine arse. We must fuck again.

I felt his lips kiss my lobe, then felt his teeth biting me.

Sayonara Major.

He took hold of his prick and flicked it over me, I got the drips of old spunk.

As he turned away I saw the heavy swing of his thick long cock and that his balls and brown buttocks were heavily dotted with black curls. I must have that arse somehow and teach it a lesson.

I passed out again in my delirium.

When I awoke Ahab was gone, the room was tidied, the air smelled of lavender, the boys were gone, the ropes had vanished. I was back in a clean pair of striped pyjamas on new sheets. My mouth tasted of toothpaste not sperm.

There was a bowl of cooled porridge left on the desk. Beside it was a little brown bottle, unopened, and a pile of small change. The wages of sin. A prostitute paid.

My arse hole ached. My jaw ditto.

I sent up a prayer that there were only three brothers in the family.

To be continued …