The Reckoning
I’m on my belly stripped naked, except for my combat boots. Hogtied by the prince.
Bandar has Stevens in a lip lock and is brutally tongue fucking the young Corporal’s mouth. He has the young man’s hands twisted behind his back. He releases Stevens, knees him in the groin sending the young man to his knees
Stevens is trying to compose himself and struggles to get to his feet. Bandar puts the sole of his cowboy boot on Stevens chest and shoves him back to the tent floor, pointing to him snarling.
“Stay the fuck down Corporal. I’ll tell you when to get up!”
Bandar, go easy on Stevens, he’s on our side.
The prince kneels next to me. His hands are all over my body. I have to admit that the attention is welcome relief, his hands are warm. The tent floor is cold as fuck and I’m shivering.
“Did I tell you to speak?”
No, you didn’t, but the Corporal is working with us prince.
“THEN, SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’ll tell you when I want to hear from you. Is that clear enough or am I missing something here Sergeant?”
I get it, I’m shutting up.
“Good, because I have a better use for your mouth!”
Bandar stands, unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his stiffening nine-inch cock and his heavy shaved balls from his jockstrap. He sits down, legs spread wide with my face at the apex. He inches closer to my face by digging his heels in to the tent floor.
He strokes my face with calloused hands, running his fingers through my short-cropped hair. Then the tips of his fingers play with my lips, caressing them, sliding inside to feel the wetness.
“Suck my fingers, get them nice and wet, the wetter the better because they’re going inside of this hot ass of yours, I might even fist you!”
“But first I have something to feed you. If you’ve never sucked an Arab dick you have a treat coming your way, so open up and eat this prime Middle Eastern steak.”
The prince slides closer to my face holding the back of my head while he shoves his pulsating cock into my mouth.
Stevens has recovered and is down at Bandar’s cowboy boots rubbing his face over the soft brown leather.
Bandar smears his precum over my lips and slides all the way in until his balls are resting on my chin. I can taste the specks of dried shit left on his cock after he fucked Dickson. The taste is bitter causing me to gag. It’s not as bad as I always imagined it would be, but bad enough.
“That’s right you hungry fucker, suck a real man’s cock – I’m not going to feed you my nut. I’m saving that for your cherry dad asshole!”
“Stevens, get the fuck off of my boots and untie the Sergeants boots from his hands, you boot slut!”
The Corporal obeys and rushes to comply with Bandar’s order. He’s taking his time, feeling them up and sniffing as he undoes the rope knots and lowers my boot toes to the floor of the tent causing a quiet thud as they land.
“Good boy. Now untie his hands. Take my place at his head, grab both wrists, plant your boot soles on his shoulders one on each side of his head and pull his arms taunt while straightening your legs. I want him pulled tight when I play with his ass!”
“Yes sir, prince I’m on it.”
Stevens unties my hands, grabs both wrists as he plants his boots on each side of my head, straightens his legs pulling my arms over my head stretching my upper torso tightly. I have the side of each of his boots next to my ears muffling the natural ambient sound of the forest.
I can smell the polish he smothers on his leather and smell the boots heated up by his feet after wearing them for more than eight hours straight. It’s not unpleasant and the warm leather bouquet goes directly to my cock causing it to stiffen with each heartbeat.
“Ah—yes, this is what I’ve been counting on since my arrival, having you in this position, vulnerable and totally helpless to stop anything I decide to do to you. And the first thing is me getting acquainted with your hot Marine dad body starting with your pig sticker as they call a cock in the States.”
Bandar is stretched out on his stomach, on his elbows positioned over my sweaty crotch like a bird of prey. He lowers his face to my junk and rubs his face over my cock that is now fully inflated, nuzzling my ball sack with his nose, sucking my crotch stink into his lungs.
He plays with my dick with his tongue, licking from my hairy balls up the underside to the swollen head. A sizeable bubble of precum gurgles out of the piss slit which he quickly gobbles up while sucking the head into his warm and wet mouth cavity. He nurses on the head for a couple of minutes, then releases it from his mouth.
He raises my legs to his shoulders and positions my boots on each side of his head. I watch him inhale and smile. He kisses each of my boots then begins his journey to my asshole by kissing the back of both of my calves as well as the back of my thighs. He bites and chews on the hard leg muscles working his way to his target.
“Humm you smell like all man down here Collins and what a pretty unused tiny rosebud of a hole you’ve got. Let’s see how that taste.”
I feel his hot breath on my sphincter, feel it tighten when the tip of his tongue touches it. His tongue begins playing with it. Teasing and swabbing it with his spit. I feel the first poke of his tongue curled into a spear go inside and wiggle around.
I’ve been rimmed before but this time it feels different. He’s making love to my shitter, moaning into it, licking and sucking around the anal ring, humming and the vibrations of his lips are sending me to place I’ve never ventured before. My butthole is opening to his ministrations, welcoming him inside.
Before I can change my mind and attempt to keep him out he hawks a wad of spit on his dick head and breaches my defenses. His head is inside, trapped at the opening, tightening up to keep him out. He leans in and grabs my head with both of his hands. Locks his mouth over mine and whispers.
“Open up for me stud! In this moment in time, I love you and I want to make you mine. Does that sound familiar to you stud? Make you mine.”
I relax long enough for him to go inside without lube, just his spit and start a slow fuck, not a revenge fuck, but a slow, almost loving fuck. But only for a moment. Bandar switches to overdrive, possessed.
OH, MY FUCKING GOD – OH MY FUCKING GOD! Get out of my ass, GET OUT OF MY ASS!
“Not a chance stud, this is where I belong and you know it. This is going to be my cock’s new home from now on. I OWN YOUR ASS!”
Like hell you do! Goddammit! Get out of my ass you motherfucker, GET OUT!
“Calm down sweet meat, this is what you’ve wanted all along. You know it. I know it. I’m thinking of taking you home with me, in a collar and cuffs of course, I can always use a new military slave like you!”
That wasn’t the deal Bandar and you know it. I gave you the Lieutenant – that was the deal!
“It may have been the deal at the time, but change is the only constant in the Universe, you know that as well as I do.”
You’re not taking me or Phillips or Stevens. The only man you’re taking home with you is this asshole of an officer, and with my blessings.
In a flash Stevens has the crook of his arm around the prince’s neck applying pressure. Bandar is struggling, clawing at his arm, trying to dislodge it. Trying to breathe. He’s kicking his boots heels on the tent floor, then slumps out cold. His softening cock slips from my hole and it slams shut.
“I hope I’m not out of line Sergeant, but it seemed like the prince was backing out on the original deal, and was going to take all of us prisoner. What now?”
Grab that rope and tie up the fucker. Snatch that black wristwatch off his arm, that’s how he communicates with his body guards. And If I’m not mistaken, they are close by somewhere.
Gag him!
Stevens goes to his contraband stash and grabs two green wool boot socks comes back and stuffs one in and uses the other to tie off in the back of his head.
Dickinson is quietly observing what just went down. He’s still tied up and lying on his stomach but not in a hogtie, but his boots are tied tightly. He is eyeing Stevens with a renewed interest.
“So, Corporal it looks like you just pulled my bacon out of the fire – I’ll have to find a way to repay you.”
“You just lay there and keep your mouth shut.” the Corporal chimes in. “Or I’ll gag you with one of your own sweated up socks. We ain’t finished up with you yet!”
That’s right Sir! I spit the words at him. The malice and anger in my voice speaks volumes.
You’re still a bargaining chip that I intend to use, so just lay there and keep your smart assed Second Lieutenant mouth SHUT! Because there is nothing I would enjoy more than stomping the shit outta your sorry ass!
Dickson shuts up immediately, shooting daggers at me from his eyes.
The prince is coming back to life slowly turning his head blinking his eyes searching for me.
“MMMmmmmMMM!”
Welcome back your highness. I say sarcastically. If you promise to be a good boy I’ll take your gag out and listen to what you have to say. He is shaking his head vigorously in the affirmative. I kneel next to his head and pull the gag out.
He’s slowly getting the moisture back in his mouth and speaks in a low hoarse voice.
“Sergeant, you put your hands on me. That’s an offense punishable by death, but I’m going to let that slide for the time being. We can go back to our original deal. I get Lt. Dickson and his uncircumcised dick to remodel and you get the promised ten million in your LLC off-shore. How does that sound?”
Prince, I don’t trust you. I want that money in my off-shore account before I let you take Dickson back to your country.
“Then untie me and give me back my wristwatch and I’ll make it happen.”
Give you back your wristwatch so you can summon the palace goons you brought with you. I don’t think so buddy boy – ain’t gonna happen.
“Then what?”
I’ll allow you to call your financial connections in this country. Speak only in English so I can understand what’s going down.
Stevens, untie the prince’s hands, but keep your rope on his boots. We don’t want him waltzing out of camp to alert his goons.
Corporal Stevens kneels next to the prince and slowly untied his hands. “Sergeant, I don’t trust this son-of-a-bitch!”
I don’t trust him either, that’s why I want your rope to remain on his boots, and once we get this train moving, you’re welcome to his boots, socks and jockstrap.
“Thank you, Sergeant, we wear the same size boot, and I want to get my feet inside of these fucking five thousand dollar fuckers – and they are already broken in.”
“Hi all of you raunchy fuckers!”
God fucking damn Sergeant O’Connor! Where the fuck did you come from?
“I heard on the grapevine that you were back in business, and re-opening the dairy farm. I thought I’d take a chance and look you up and here I am. I didn’t come empty handed either. I have a little gift for your collection.”
“Meet Captain Jon Russo the Marine reserve officer from New Jersey I snatched a week ago.
I finally found a use for that dart gun you gave to me way back when. I shot the dart into his meaty ass and it took him down in ten seconds in the parking lot of the Marine Armory after the place was deserted, an easy catch. Ain’t he a beauty – Manzo, as Italian women call hunks of beef like this one!”
O’Connor stood next to the Marine officer holding one of his biceps tightly in his hand. The officer has a black eye, and several scrapes on his cheeks and an open wound on his chin. To say that he’s a little worse for the wear would be an understatement.
“Collins, I had to have a little fun with this big hunk of beef. I think he liked it when I beat the ever-loving shit outta him, and liked it even more when I raped his tight Marine asshole many, many times down in my basement.”
Russo is standing there defiant with his hands tied behind his back, white duct tape gag over his mouth. His Cammie uniform trousers bloused into the tops of his dusty rough-out tan combat boots. Both boots encircled with stainless steel cuffs with two feet of chain connecting them.
This fucking Marine officer is hotter than hell. Six feet tall or so, two hundred and twenty pounds of hard developed muscle, dark brown eyes, thick eye brows, dark brown high n tight hair-cut. He is one handsome fucker. Probably thirty-two or three years old.
“Sarge, why don’t you unbutton his trousers and see what he’s got hanging there. I don’t think that you’ll be disappointed.”
I step forward and unbutton his trousers and fish out his thick cut eight-incher and his full heavy shaved ball sack, squeezing them hard.
“MMMmmmmMMM” Shaking his head violently. His brown puppy dog eyes wide open and filled with anger.
I release his dick and balls. Grab him by his throat and slap his face back and forth several times, splitting his lower lip. I slam my knee into his groin sending him down to the tent deck and use my heavy combats to kick his hard-muscled ass, his shoulders, chest and stomach kicking him around until I’m out of breath
Russo’s bleeding from his forehead where one of my boot toes nicked his head.
Stevens and O’Connor, you two drag this asshole over to that heavy tree limb and string him up. Drop his trousers, I want that big ass exposed for what I’m going to do to it. Take a blade and slice open the back of his Cammie blouse.
They obey my order and drag the Captain over to the tree. His boot toes scraping in the dry earth. Working in unison they hang him by his wrists from the tree limb.
I pick up the single tail whip the prince used on Lt. Dickson, walk over and stand in front of the hanging Marine officer. I take his head in my hands and rip off the tape gag.
Ah, the Captain has a split lip – too much boot licking Sir!
I say sarcastically as I pinch his lips together. I pull back my right hand and punch him in his face sending his head back with a snap! Nose is not broken, but bleeding. The other eye is beginning to swell and turn red after being pounded by my fist.
Pull his face to mine and force my tongue into his mouth to taste his spit and perform one of most violent kisses of my lifetime. I warn him: You bite my tongue and I’ll cut your throat and watch you bleed to death and leave you hanging here for the wild animals who I’m certain will enjoy eating you as you hang like a side of beef in a butcher shops window.
This Marine fucker is turned on like I have never seen a man before.
His dick is hard and standing away from his body. Precum has started leaking out of his piss slit creating a transparent drool all the way down and lands on his boot toe. I interrupt the flow and catch a large amount and suck it off of my finger. I step back and dangle the tip of the whip on the ground, draw it back and deliver the first blow to his back. This is the beginning of his training.
“Fucking Hell - can’t you do any better than that you fucking creep?” He yells into the night air.
Oh yes, I can do much better. That was just your introduction to my world. I may or may not kill you tonight. Let’s see what you look like an hour from now.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!
“OH SHIT – SHIT – SHIT – SHIT!” “ DON’T STOP!”
I think O’Connor brought me a real Marine Corps pain pig, this could get interesting.
The End of Chapter Four
Rex Larsen
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