Tent Party
Stevens, get his blouse off, I’m going to secure this bad assed Lt. then we are going to have a party.
Stevens works quickly to unbutton Dickson’s blouse and gets if off seconds before I turn him over on his stomach and pull his hands over the small of his back and secure his wrists.
He is beginning to come around, looking first this way then that, struggling to make sense of his predicament. Trying to make eye contact with me. I just smile and stoke his head feeling the bristles of his high n tight tickle my palms.
“WHAT THE FUCK? HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?”
Phillips kneels next to the bound Marine, pinches his nose closed. Waits for him to open his mouth for air, uses his thumbs to open it wider and stuffs his bandana into the Marine officer’s mouth and a second one to tie off behind his head, sealing the gag in place.
Phillips hawks a wad of spit that lands in his eyes, temporarily blinding him. You can almost taste the fear rising above his bound body like a dark cloud, see the trembling begin as I turn him over on his back to rest on his bound wrists.
My hands glide over his hard, hairless chest. Fingers, have a mind of their own, find both of his nips. Thumb and forefinger tighten over each brownish nub, roll them around, pulling them away from his chest.
“MMMM…mmmmm…MMMM!”
You trying to say something to me you fucking asshole? If so don’t waste my time. The only thing I’m interested in is what you got hanging inside of your uniform trousers. Let’s take a look.
I take my time fiddling with the buckle of his web belt as his terrified eyes follow every movement of my hands. His breath is coming in short pulls through his nose. I finally release the buckle allowing the belt to fall away.
Phillips is close by watching me, he has the look of an expectant headsman on his face, close to drooling. His hatred for Dickson is primeval, you can feel it. You can smell the terror sweat wetting Dickson’s pits, see it run down his sides.
Dickson’s eyes are wide open, eyebrows up and arched. He’s trembling like the epicenter of a strong earthquake.
I unbutton his Cammie trousers, and take a look. His junk is trapped in a white mesh Bike jockstrap, the dick head plump showing through the mesh. Old precum and piss stains color the mesh. The closer I get, the stronger his crotch scent becomes, so I lean in and take a lung full of his crotch stink. It’s powerful and goes directly to my cock. I’m hard again having this hot arrogant asshole of a Marine as my prisoner.
You know what, you piece of shit, your journey is just beginning. First stop, my cum farm, not too far from here, then an overnight trip to Saudi Arabia and the harem you’re going to be a part of!
My partner in this enterprise is a very wealthy gay Arab Prince with a hunger for aged prime beef like you. I’ll be along on this trip. Me and my whip will eliminate your shit attitude fast! You will become his servant and sex slave.
I love watching a grown man get circumcised. It’s the best show in town!
“MMMM…mmm…MMMM!”
I look down at Stevens who is unlacing Dickson’s combats. He is clearly savoring the moment, bending down to nestle his nose in the loose laces of the boots he’s working on and rubs his face over the smooth warm leather. He pulls off the first one slowly, placing his nose in the top of the boot in his hand, allowing the sweated-up interior of the boot to overwhelm his senses. A big smile on Stevens’ face.
He slowly pulls off the green wool sock, covers his nose and mouth taking in the warm clean scent of leather and foot sweat. He unlaces the other boot and puts his face down in the top and holds it there, breathing in the warm musky interior.
With the top of the boot covering his face and only his eyes showing he looks like the Long Ranger wearing his black mask. He is mumbling softly into the boot. I can’t hear his words but I’m betting he’s telling Dickson’s boot that he loves it and it now belongs to him. He’s a freak. I knew it the first time we met in camp.
He’s going to be my partner in crime or a victim of it -- I haven’t decided yet.
Phillips, hand me that black leather doctor’s bag next to you.
He hands me the bag and I open it and remove a vial containing clear liquid and a syringe. I plunge the needle of the syringe through the rubber cap and fill it. Tap it when a small bubble appears on the tip.
Dickson’s eyes are wide open and wild. “MMMM….mmmm….MMMM!” He’s shaking his head violently and stops breathing for a few seconds as he watches me fill the syringe. I swab alcohol over the inside of his left thigh and plunge the needle into the muscle. He begins to thrash and yell into his gag. “MMM…mmmmm…MMM” The fear on his face registers a ten on the Richter Scale. Then he relaxes and stops thrashing.
Don’t worry, just a triple dose of Viagra, a little sedative and a special mixture to make you manufacture more cum than you thought possible. Let’s take a look and see what’s going on down here.
Stevens help me pull his trousers off. Leave his jockstrap.
“Oh wow! Sergeant Collins look at his dick, it’s coming alive and throbbing the head is pushing out of the sheath – man oh man this is one thick piece of Marine meat!”
His cock is pumping out a thick gush of clear precum. Stevens leans down lapping at the steady flow seeping through the mesh.
“That’s what I’m talking about, this asshole son-of-a-bitch tastes like Thanksgiving dinner to me. I can’t wait to get the full meal outta his balls!”
Calm down Corporal, the three of us will enjoy him together. He does look like a banquet, now that you mentioned it. Pull off his jockstrap Stevens, it belongs to you now.
“Thanks Sergeant this is an early Christmas present along with his boots and socks. You have my full attention. I’ll do anything you ask me to do, anything.”
Good to hear those words come out of your mouth because I have a lot for you to do.
“Anything you want from me, you’ve got it, anything!”
First thing for you to do is cross his ankles and tie them together, then rope them to his hands in a secure hogtie, just to keep him in place and handy.
I watch him go to work on the Lt’s ankles crossing and securing them to his hands.
He is caressing his feet in his hands, rubbing his nose over the soles and works his way up to the toes and takes first the big toe in his mouth, then the other one, sucking and swabbing between each toe. He looks up at me with that innocent boyish look of his, but he’s a devil in disguise.
Hand me the doctors bag next to where you’re knelling.
He leaves the feet he’s worshiping and hands me the open bag and I take out a small bottle containing GHB pills.
Corporal grab three bottles of beer and open them and hand me one.
“Yes, sir, I can do that.” He does.
I take the bottle and drop a GHB pill into it.
Phillips left the tent minutes before I dropped the pill into his beer. He went out to take a leak and is absent for several minutes before returning. When he returns there is a drop of yellow piss hanging off the tip of his cock as he stuffs his huge veined dick back into his trousers.
We’re drinking our beers and playing with our trussed-up captive. Stevens is back sucking on the Lt’s toes when Phillips enters the tent and settles down beside me.
“Having a good time washing those feet Corporal? I might need the same service, mine are hot and sweaty, obviously the kind you like.”
Stevens looks up from the feet he’s working on. “You offering me those size twelves Sergeant?”
“Maybe later, and I’ll let you spit shine these big fuckers, showing off his heavy boots. I know you want to. You fucking boot whore!”
Here you go Phillips.
We clink our bottles and each take a huge gulp.
“So, where do we go from here, up to your farm?” He inquires looking at the bound Marine lying between us.
“MMMM…mmmmm…MMMM” Our helpless captive shouts into his gag, nodding at me,
shaking his head his eyes fixed on the beer bottle in Phillips’ hand.
“MMMM…mmmm…MMMM”
“I think this worthless piece of shit is trying to tell us something, what do you think, should we take his gag out and hear what he’s trying to say?” He raises the bottle to his lips and takes another long pull of the doctored liquid.
No, I don’t think we need to hear anything he has to say, so enjoy your beer and I’ll lay out my plan to begin our hunt.
The Staff Sergeant takes another long pull of his beer. I’m watching him carefully waiting for the right moment. After a few minutes he nods his head, then jerks it back. He does this several times before his hand releases the beer bottle. It falls to the floor of the tent, rolls away spilling what’s left in the bottle. He slumps to the side landing on my left shoulder, out like a light.
That was easy.
I tell Stevens who is licking his chops like a wolf after bringing down its prey.
No need to tie him up yet. He’s going to be out for hours and then he’s ours to enjoy, but before we tie him up and rape his ass get down on your knees and worship my boot leather and work your way up to what I have waiting for you.
“Oh yes sir, I’ve wanted to get a taste of your boots the first time I saw you in uniform. And your size thirteen combats are calling to me. May I sir?”
Hell yes, it’s our party now. We’ll take care of our two guests after you empty my tanks, they’re full, so go to work Corporal.
He goes down on his stomach, crawling towards my legs, spread wide. He pulls my boots together. I feel his hands squeezing hard, then his tongue begins to swab the dust from the polished leather. He’s humming and moaning as he pays homage to the objects of his desire, that own him completely. He’s in another world licking and sniffing my leather.
Corporal, get up this way and make some Marine love to my cock, my nuts are fully loaded and ready to fire.
“Yes Sarge, you’re going commando, I love that. I’ve been watching that big dick of yours wallow around like a trapped beast. I want it!”
He edges up between my legs, kissing and fondling my legs, massaging my calves and thighs as he works his way up to my crotch. He dives in. Wetting and chewing my cock head through the thick fabric of my Cammie’s.
Ok, ok, enough foreplay, take my trouser snake out and kiss the head, talk to it, tell it how much you love it, rub it all over your face and lips. Use your tongue and clean up my cock sweat, suck my balls into your mouth and play with them!
Sex me up good you fucking hot Marine slut, raise my legs and drop my boots on your shoulders, dive in and eat out my asshole. Kiss it, make love to it, get your tongue as far up my shitter as you can. EAT ME! You fucking slut, EAT ME!
The Corporal goes to town slobbering over my butthole. I can feel his tongue breach my sphincter and go inside. His tongue feels good as he works me over. He’s humming into my asshole sending shivers pulsating throughout my entire body.
Good boy, now get off my ass and work your magic on my cock. “Yes sir!” He lowers my legs from his shoulders slowly kissing my boots as he settles them gently on the tent floor. He wraps his hand around my cock just under the head, squeezing causing the lips to open and pump out a steady stream of my clear precum which he laps up.
Seconds later my dick is in his mouth, his lips wrapped tight around the engorged mushroom head. “Ummm you taste so good, mind if I chew on the head a little?”
Go ahead and give me a little dick head pain, I can take it, just don’t bite the head off, I’m going to need it.
It doesn’t take long when you have an expert cock sucker working you over for your balls to draw up and start shooting wad after wad of thick cock soup into his mouth. And that’s what I do. I fill his hungry mouth with my seed and watch him eat it up like a starving man.
He sits up and wipes his lips with the back of his hand, his tongue taking care of any stragglers
“Damn Sergeant, that was a mouth full – thanks.”
No worries young whore. When I recover, we’re going to tie Phillips up and then we’re both going to lay some seed deep in his ass.
I’m going to finally dine on that nine-inch donkey dick of his. I’ve waited a long time and now I own his big beautiful ass. I may or may not sell him to the Prince. He’s looking more and more like private stock to me. What do you think?
“He looks like private stock to me also, Sergeant, vintage beef, the kind we both love, let’s keep him.”
The End of Chapter Two
Rex Larsen
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