Chapter One
Good evening gentlemen.
I announce to the three Marines sitting crossed legged around the blazing camp fire. The high dancing flames are reflected in the polish of their black boot leather. Each man is proudly wearing his Cammie uniform, starched and neatly bloused neatly in the boot tops.
They have big smiles on their faces as each man checks out the other.
One Marine, blond and the youngest of the three, has his hands wrapped around the shaft of his boots and occasionally brings both of his hands up to his face, cupping them to inhale the hot leather scent on his hands.
The other two Marines are watching him intently as he enjoys the heady leather cologne on his hands. They have wide smiles on their faces.
Gentlemen, first of all let me congratulate the three of you for deciphering the message in my newspaper ad. Only a man interested in kidnapping another man would have been able to read between the lines. So again, I congratulate the three of you.
“Sir” the youngest of the three asks, “Are we actually going on a hunting mission to capture other men, Sir?”
Yes, that’s what this is all about Corporal Stevens.
I say kneeling next to him.
We’re going to capture young jocks, jock dads, and I might add, Marines, of any age.
I have my hand on one of his knees, and feel his leg muscles tense up then relax. He’s studying my face, allowing his gaze to drop down to my crotch. A huge smile takes over his face. Then that innocent look a boy always gets when he’s caught with his hand in a cookie jar. He brings his gaze back up to my face, still smiling.
My dick is responding to this hot piece of Marine beef, coming to full mast. I can feel the trickle of precum leak out of my piss slit to slick up the mesh of my jockstrap.
I’ll have him before the sun comes up tomorrow morning, guaranteed. I always have my rope handy to tie up a former Marine cowboy like this one. Right now, my eyes are locked onto his size twelve boots, and he sees me checking them out. He nods his head.
Corporal Stevens is twenty-four years old and has been in the Corps since his eighteenth birthday. He’s 5’11”, one hundred and seventy pounds, blond high n tight haircut. Bright blue eyes, square jaw, dimpled chin, thin lips over straight white teeth. His body is tight and muscled from regular workouts at the base gym, but not the body of a body builder, but toned and tight. It’s easy to see that he’s proud of his body.
He’s a walking dream of a Marine. When he enters a room, everyone turns their attention to him whether or not he’s in uniform. When he is in his civvies, he looks the like a cowboy, tight wrangler jeans, round toe brown cowboy boots and a knit shirt that shows off two slabs of hard pectoral muscles.
Staff Sergeant Phillips, sitting nearby is a thirty something hunk of a daddy. Married to a former model and the father of two teenaged boys. He’s well over six feet tall and one hundred and ninety pounds. A career Marine, and a drill instructor who gets his rocks off commanding and abusing young recruits. He told me in confidence that a week ago he had one of the toughest recruits in his platoon suck him off in his quarters.
To say that he’s not a good role model for young men entering the Corps would be an understatement. He borders on criminal, but gets what he wants to satisfy his urge to dominate. He’s perfect for what I have in mind.
He’s a tough mother fucker and a boxer on the All-Marine Boxing Team. He takes pleasure in beating up other Marine boxers and told me that what he really wants to do to the Marine he knocks out: ”I want to tie his hands behind his back, sling him over my shoulder and haul his defeated ass somewhere so I can fuck the living day lights out of him, show him who the real man is.”
I will have this tough-assed Marine when the timing is right. This is the kind of beef I love to rape and milk. I too, border on the criminal and if caught, could do some prison time, but I’ll take the risk as long as I have a stable of well hung beef to milk and breed.
And to add to the bargain, he’s a boot-loving freak like me!
I’ll have my combats tied over his face and my dick up his ass before he knows what’s happened. And like they say in Texas, ‘You can take this check to the bank today and cash it.’ That’s how certain I am that I’m going to have his straight ass. Count on it.
Phillips has one big beautiful hard-muscled ass. I have trouble keeping my eyes and my hands off of it. He’s straight, but has fantasies of extremely wealthy gay men kidnapping him and turning him into a Marine slave. A life of leisure, at least in his mind. I might just be able to make that fantasy come true. Only time will tell. In the meantime, I keep my eyes on his hard-Marine ass and the cut nine-inch dick that he’s so proud of. I’ll own both!
Lieutenant Dickson is a mustang, an enlisted man who becomes an officer. He’s another straight Marine, a second LT, married but separated from his wife. Of the three, he’s top of the food chain. He’s condescending, and a bit of an asshole when it comes to handling enlisted men under his command.
He’s shorter than the other two. Standing at 5’9” one hundred and fifty pounds. He can be attack dog mean when he confronts a Marine taller and better built. It’s rumored that once out in the field he disciplined another Marine, a tall country boy, by hanging him by his boots from a tree limb and whipping the daylights out of him with his belt when he failed to salute.
Lt Dickson is on my radar big time. He’s the one I have decided we will practice kidnapping techniques on. SSGT Phillips wants to knock him out when we start training. He hates this arrogant asshole.
The Lt is handsome as fuck. A graduate of the Naval Academy. Thirty-five years old. Black high n tight, dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows. He has a boyish charm hiding a cheerless personality. Everyone stays clear of him if they can. You can see that he has a thick piece of meat hanging inside of his trousers.
And being a really squared away Marine, he keeps his leather combat boots spit shinned, and I expect that he gets a hard working on his own boot leather. I want him down on his knees worshiping mine. I want to humiliate him. And I will. The biggest disgrace in the Corps is going AWOL, and he’s going to disappear into my cum herd.
With the help of these three, we erected our ten-man tent in no time. And we dug a latrine far enough away from our camp site that the smell doesn’t hit us in our faces.
It’s getting late and I have an idea. I catch Phillips eye as he’s still sitting at the campfire and nod toward the tent for him to follow and join me inside.
Ok, Phillips, this is what we’re going to do. You’re going back to the campfire and you attack the Lt from behind and put a sleeper hold on him and when he’s out cold, haul his smart ass to the tent and I’ll be waiting with my rope to tie his hands behind his back and rope his boots together. Be sure to have a gag handy. We don’t want to hear from him more than necessary.
“I’ve wanted to do this the first time I met him here at camp. Is he our first capture?”
You bet, the fucker has big balls full of Marine seed. He’s going to be the perfect cum bull. I’ll let you milk him, or do whatever you want to do to him. Got any ideas Phillips?
“Fuck yeah I do. I’m going to fuck his superior-acting ass into the ground and open up his hole with my fist, all the way up to my elbow!”
I remain in the tent and watch Phillips cautiously come up behind the Lt and stop. His footsteps on the dry leaf covered ground causes the Lt to look over his shoulder just as Phillips wraps his arms around his neck.
“HEY! WHAT THE FUCCCCCCK? What the fuccck?”
Clawing at Phillips’ arms desperately trying to unfasten the hold he has on his neck. The Lt falls forward, out cold.
Stevens is watching the action but remains seated smiling and rubbing the bulge in his trousers, saying as he finally stands and walks toward Phillips: “Fucking great, finally somebody shut the fucker up, good deal man!”
Phillips lifts the Lt over his shoulder and turns and walks toward the tent. Stevens is walking close behind and has one of the Lt’s boots in his hands. “I want these fuckers” he says to Phillips, “Is that good for you?”
“Follow me to the tent and I’ll help you get these fuckers off his feet. You want his socks too?”
“Oh, HELL yeah, I want it all and his jockstrap if he’s wearing one!”
“Well, come on, Sergeant Collins is waiting. You can have anything you want from him. By the way Corporal, you look hungry. Do you want a taste of my dick?”
“Maybe, Phillips maybe, it looks like a big one and I’m a damn good cock sucker. You’ll enjoy my talent.”
The End
Rex Larsen
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