Getting Ready for The Hunt
I have to restock the farm. Presently, there are only three sperm bulls in captivity, and that’s nowhere near what I need. I have to start filling all twenty milking stalls, and soon.
I fucking beat the shit outta Captain Russo, my Marine slave, last night for crossing the line and molesting Lieutenant Dickson. However, eating out Dickson’s asshole made it ready for me to fuck, which I did for hours filling up his guts with my seed before hitting my bed and getting some much-needed shut-eye.
Dickson is straight as an arrow, and will always be that way, though I fucked his virgin asshole for hours last night; he whimpered and begged me to stop. I didn’t until I unloaded three times into his guts. Believe me, knowing that I have captured a straight Marine and there is no way he’s ever going to change his stripes, or be anything other than straight, keeps me hard and desiring his sweet tight hole.
Staff Sergeant Phillips is a different story. He’s an opportunist and willing to do anything to advance his career in the Corps, or otherwise. I’m reconsidering him as a hunting partner to replace Russo, who, though he has no idea, is headed to the milking barn. I no longer trust him; he’s still my slave, but his full nuts are more valuable to me than his servitude.
Phillips is bisexual and has fathered two grown sons. I say grown because they are eighteen and nineteen, respectively. Ron, the youngest, is a high school jock and captain of the school baseball team; he’s a Senior and a star pitcher, tall like his Dad, but blond. He has a surfer build and is hung like his father, a hefty seven and a half inches of cut dick meat. His shy demeanor is appealing to everyone he encounters. Shaggy blond hair and blue eyes stop traffic when he struts around in his board shorts and sneaks and no-show socks.
Alexander Jr. is the spitting image of his Dad, tall, over six-two, well-endowed, a college freshman covered with dark hair. He’s a pussy magnet and, like his Dad, gets all the wet pussy he can handle. He’s totally straight, unlike his younger brother Ron, who is confirmed bisexual and has been fucked by his Dad and his older brother since he was fourteen. Straight my ass! Ron idolizes Phillips and his older brother and would do anything to please them.
I’m thinking of disappearing these two youngsters into my milking herd, of course, with their Dad’s help. The mother is long gone due to her hatred for Alex Senior, Phillips. As I said earlier, Phillips will do just about anything to get ahead, and kidnapping his two sons is a no-brainer! He’ll do it for me, full stop. That’s how low he is, and with my assistance, I will have two cum producing young studs to milk and fuck whenever the desire strikes. And after seeing photos of both young men in baseball uniforms, trust me on this, I will have both, many, many times.
Dr. Dragan treated Russo, tending to his split lip and bruised eyes and ribs. He kept him in handcuffs, not knowing if Russo was a threat to him or not. He thought Russo might have cracked ribs from my boots working him over, so he bandaged him accordingly to be safe, since there is no X-Ray equipment on the farm.
After taking care of Russo, Dragan put in a call to the milking barn requesting Preacher Caulfield come and return Russo to the bunk house to recuperate for a few days of rest. At first, Russo refused to go with Caulfield when he arrived, but Caulfield removed his remote and pointed it at him, a move that changed Russo’s mind instantly.
“Ok, Captain, my orders are to return you to the bunk house to recoup for a couple of days, then we’ll see how the boss wants to go forward.”
“But I don’t want to go with you… Let me remain here and wait for my Master to return, see what he has to say.”
“He’s already said it, sport… I’m to take you to the bunk house where you will rest up and be ready for whatever the boss wants to do with you later.”
“Ok, what choice do I have?”
“None, so come along with me and behave yourself; otherwise, this!”
Preacher shows his remote to Russo as he takes him by the back of his neck and pushes him forward, marching him out of the main house over to the bunk house. They enter to find Dickson and Phillips playing cards on Phillips’ bunk.
“Hey, there he is, the boss’s slave all beat up…did your Master show you the toe of his boots and his balled-up fists? He teased sarcastically. “Sure, looks that way, to me, slave boy.” As Phillips spoke, he threw an ace on top of Dickson’s king, raking in poker chips across the bunk backed up with no cash.
“Yeah,” Dickson said. “The fucker looks like a train wreck to me… all helpless and is going to be left alone with two horned up dudes wearing cock cages, so, it looks like you’ll be safe, that is, until Preacher here gets a hankering for a piece of that muscled up ass of yours, so look out, my man, it’s coming!”
“Yeah, Captain, let’s go to my room. I have a big present for you to unwrap!” Preacher places a hand under Russo’s hairy pit and guides him past all of the bunks toward the end of the room, through the door, and down the long, narrow hallway leading to his quarters. A single large bedroom with a private bathroom. Closes the door behind them.
“Why did you bring me here? I need some alone time to recoup. That’s what my Master said for me to do.”
“SHUT YOUR GOD DAMNED MOUTH, SLAVE MEAT!” He shouts into Russo’s face. Spittle lands on his forehead, runs down his nose, and drips off the tip. I’ve got a nice steel cock cage for you right here on top of my dresser; it’s a large size to accommodate your heavy piece. I saved it especially for this occasion!”
Caulfield grabs his shoulders and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss, forcing his tongue into Russo’s mouth, then pushes him away, making him stumble back. Preacher unbuttons the Captain’s Cammie trousers, forces them down to his boot tops. Reaches into his jockstrap and hauls out the heavy but limp cock, holds it in his hand admiring the fleshy dick, squeezes it, urging it to come alive and stiffen. He reaches behind him and takes the cage, hits the green button on his remote to open it.
“This might hurt just a little bit getting your dick in the cage, but that’s life, right?” He chimes, forcing the swollen cock into the cage, laughing to himself as he locks it with the remote.
“What are you going to do to me? Master will have your hide if you mess with me!”
“Well, you sweet slab of Marine beef, let me worry about that… now turn around, and get your hot ass face down on my bunk, I’m going for a long ride!”
He hesitates; Caulfield kicks him in his ass with his heavy cowboy boots, sending him sprawling onto the mattress face down. Preacher kneels between the Marine’s legs, spreads his ass cheeks open, and dives in and begins sucking up the accumulated ass sweat puddled there, forcing his spear-like tongue deeper and deeper into the resisting hole, spitting his saliva into the clenched channel, lubricating it. He sucks the Marine’s sphincter between his lips, puffing it up, nibbling on the unwilling fleshy anal ring.
“Ah, man, don’t do this, I belong to my Master, he’s the only one who fucks me, you know that!”
“This is what I know, asshole: the boss gave me total control of the herd, and I’ve had my eye on this muscled-up bottom of yours since the day he claimed you, and now, I’m taking it, so shut up and enjoy the ride!”
“I’m not part of the herd; I’m Master’s special slave. He’ll kick you off the farm for doing this… come on, Caulfield, let me up!”
The disturbance and the loud talk coming from Preacher’s room can be heard in the sleeping area of the bunk house. Davidson and Phillips make their way down the hall to Preacher’s room and silently pull the door ajar, allowing them to witness the hot scene unfolding on Caulfield’s bunk.
They are looking at each other, nodding their heads, huge smiles on each face. Phillips whispers into the Lieutenant’s ear, “We should have brought some popcorn with us for the show.”
“Damn right, bro, this is the entertainment I’ve been craving since Collins brought us here.”
“Well, you two might as well come in and join the party. Kneel and spread his legs as wide as you can without splitting this rooster’s wishbone.” Caulfield blurts out.
They enter and kneel, flanking the bunk, and each takes a boot and pulls his legs open even wider. Phillips bends down and runs his nose over the side of the boot in his hand, being a confirmed boot freak like me. “Nice and warm, fuck these boots smell awesome!”
“Why didn’t you have a go at mine, Phillips? They’re good and seasoned?”
“You were fast asleep last night, and didn’t know that I slept with my face down in the top of one of your boots, and you’re right, they are nicely seasoned with your officer’s foot sweat and warm leather. Next time, why don’t you rest the heels on my caged cock, give my dick something to look forward to if we ever get these cages off.”
“It’s a deal, Sergeant; I’ve dreamed of having an NCO down on his knees worshiping me.”
“How about tonight after lights out?”
“Sounds like a plan to me, and maybe you can suck out what’s left of Collins seed?”
“You’re on, sir; tonight’s the night I get what I’ve had my eyes on for a long time.”
“Ok, you two, stand by, watch and learn how a real man fucks ass!”
Caulfield teases Russo’s tight opening with his cockhead, then pushes inside to be captured by the tight anal ring guarding the treasure channel, and without hesitating, plunges all the way in till his heavy ball sack slaps against the Captain’s.
“Oh, fucking shit, you mother fucker, I’ll kill you for doing this, if my Master doesn’t get to you first!”
“Nobody is going to kill me, and after I drop a load in your hole I’m going to put you in one of the milking stalls and empty your nuts. You’re just livestock now, pal, nothing more than a sperm bull, not human, just an animal to be used!”
“Phillips, fetch that red ball gag on top of my dresser, force it in his mouth and buckle it up. I’ve listened to as much of his whining as I can bear!”
“My pleasure, boss man, my pleasure.”
I walk into the bunkhouse as Phillips and Preacher are dragging Russo into the sleeping area. He’s trying to break away, but his hands cuffed behind his back make the task impossible. I remove my remote and hit the red button, and keep holding it until my slave collapses face down, knocked out.
By this time, Stevens is up and about, refreshed from his deep sleep, and helps us remove Russo’s Cammie uniform and boots, stripping him naked. We haul him to one of the recliners and deposit him down on the vibrating dildo. Strap him in and leave him to recover before starting the extracting process; for that, we need Dragan’s magic serum. I decide to let him sleep and recover before calling in the doctor.
Phillips, follow me to the main house; we need to talk a few things over.
“Yes SIR, YES SIR, I’m right behind you!”
We walk together to the main house. His eyes survey me from my boots to my ears. He’s curious, but I think he has an inkling of what’s on my mind. As I said before, he’s ambitious.
We enter the living room, and the first thing I do is use my remote to unlock his cock cage, unbutton his trousers, and remove it.
“Thanks, boss, I don’t care for that thing.”
Yes, I can understand that well enough. This is the reason I brought you here… you are going to be my hunting partner, taking Russo’s place, but there is a matter I want to present to you first, and it’s this. I want both of your sons to be part of the herd. And I want you to kidnap them in their baseball uniforms, and that includes the cleats and jockstraps, protective cups and all of their baseball gear, including boots, sneakers, socks, etc.
“WHAT? Are you kidding me?”
I assure you that I am not joking; I want both of your sons, and you’re going to deliver them to me!
“Put my sons in your sperm herd? Now, wait a minute, Sergeant. What’s in it for me if I do as you demand?”
That’s a good question, Phillips, one that I knew you were going to ask, and this is my answer. I’ll share any profit we make from these two fine young studs. Our customers will receive pics of both boys in their baseball uniforms as they are being milked, so they know it’s legit, well, kinda legit.
“In their baseball uniforms? How would you do that if they’re uniformed up?”
That’s easy. Dicks out through the zipper front. A round hole will be cut and sewn in the seat of each uniform to accommodate the vibrating dildo. And by the way, Phillips, don’t go all sanctimonious on me because I know you’ve molested both boys when they were fourteen and fifteen years old. That’s a prison sentence waiting for you if it ever got out.
“Ok, ok… looks like you’ve got me by my balls, so they’ll be the target of our first hunt, is that what you want?”
That’s exactly what I want. We go hunting tomorrow, and I’ll leave it up to you as to how we go about taking them. In the meantime, follow me to my bedroom. I want another look at your cock and balls. The boys probably have you matched if I’m not mistaken.
“Yeah, they take after their old man. Alex Jr. might even be slightly longer and thicker than I am. Here, take a good look, Sir.”
Philips unbuttons his trousers, reaches in and fishes out his cock and balls from his jockstrap for me to examine. He holds his hairy testicle sack covered with dense black pubes in the palm of one hand and uses the other hand to surround and squeeze his dick, bringing a large clear drop of precum to rest on the crown, dips his finger in and offers it to me. I take his index finger into my mouth and suck on it like I’d suck a cock.
“Not bad, is it, for a thirty-something Marine, huh?” He watches me suck on his finger.
No, not bad at all, Hunter, but I’d rather have the real thing in my mouth.
“Sure thing, Sir. Eat me like Thanksgiving dinner… I have everything between my hairy legs except the cranberry sauce and sweet potatoes. The tossed salad is between my ass cheeks; all you have to do is add the dressing, and I’m good to go, so dine on your new hunting partner that’s what I am, correct?”
That’s what you are, Marine; that’s what you are from now on, my hunting partner.
I admit to myself that the day he walked into my camp in uniform was the day I decided I was going to have him one way or another. Now, here he is offering me the dinner of a lifetime, and trust me on this, I’m damn hungry, and I’m going to dine on his creamy load.
I go down on my knees as he slips the head of his throbbing dick meat between my lips and slowly pumps, his hands on the back of my head gently urging me to take his offering, which came after only five or six thrusts, filling my mouth with his warm, thick seed. I take my time swallowing, savoring the taste, which hit me like a lightning bolt. The virile aroma of his sperm suddenly filled the room. This hard-assed scheming Marine, former Drill Instructor, who forced recruits at Parris Island boot camp to suck his dick every night after lights out in his private quarters, was now feeding me the same seed he fed eighteen-year-old recruits, and I loved it. I’m as much of a cum hound when it comes from the balls of a hot Marine Dad, not dissimilar to Corporal Stevens.
Phillips, you’re going to bunk with me tonight. I want to fall asleep with my battering ram deep inside of you because I intend to fuck you all night. Tomorrow morning we’ll devise a plan to capture your sons, so sleep well and be ready for the hunt tomorrow.
End of Chapter Ten
Rex Larsen
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