Captain Jon Russo, USMC Slave
Ok, I say to Corporal Stevens, help me drag this piece of shit into the tent. I’m just getting started on him. Stevens goes with me to the hanging Marine Captain and helps me untie his hands from the tree limb and drop him down onto his stomach. His back is a sight to behold. My work with the single tail whip has left a bloody mess in its wake. A pattern of long welts left by my whip covers his back and buttocks. Blood has dripped into his ass crack and dried.
The fucker is still conscious, how I don’t know. He’s glaring hatred at me as I grab his hands and tie them behind his back.
“You think you can break me with your fucking whip? Well you didn’t and never will, I can take anything you can throw at me!”
That’s right asshole, go ahead and dig yourself in deeper – I love that more than you’ll ever know. It just revs up my engine and makes me want to put my size 13 combat boot up your ass! So, keep on digging the hole deeper, please!
“I’m not afraid of you and when I get free I’m going to fucking kill your sick perverted ass!”
Thanks for the warning slave boy, I’ll keep that in mind.
We grab Russo and drag him into the tent and drop him on his stomach. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Stevens is drooling over Russo’s combats.
“Can I have his boots Sergeant?”
Fuck NO! This asshole and everything on him belongs to me and me alone. I’m going to train him into being my slave, even if I have to take him to the very brink of hell. If I can’t break him I’ll slit his throat and leave him for the wild boars to take care of.
I reach down, grab a handful of his hair, yank his head up, slap his face back and forth with all the force I can muster. That cocky look he gave me minutes ago vanishes in a nanosecond. He’s spitting blood from the blows to his mouth.
I remove my web belt and loop it around his neck and tighten slowly. We lock eyes, his pleading for air and mine sending warning darts into his.
You want to breathe Captain, you want some air? His eyes are bulging, lips trembling, his head nodding in ascent. Oh well, I guess I’ll let you live for the time being. Is that what you want Sir? I spit at him sarcastically? Do you want to live now and kill me later if I ever drop my guard? Is that what you want Sir? Again, said with pointed sarcasm. I loosen my belt and watch him draw in a lung full of air.
“Thank you.”
I don’t want your thanks, I want your ass. I reach under him and unbuckle his web belt and drag his Cammie trousers down to his boot tops. His thighs are bulky and muscular, covered with a dusting of dark hair, his calves, chiseled and well defined, no hair. I can smell his man musk.
The steamy pungent scent of his ass crack overwhelms my senses. I lower my face my hands spreading him wide open. I bury my face between two rock hard mountains of man ass, slurp and spit onto his sphincter.
He’s doing everything he can do to tighten his male pucker in an effort to thwart my attempt to enter him.
You’ve never been fucked in the ass before, have you sport?
“No, I have not – I’m not a faggot like you God damn it - I’m straight!”
Straight? You trying to turn me on Captain?
Those magic words are going to make this one hell of a special occasion for me. A straight Marine, it just doesn’t get any better than this!
“Don’t do this, leave my ass alone please and I’ll suck your cock.”
Oh, you’ll suck my cock anyway after I bury my torpedo up your cherry bum, you’ll clean me off and learn to love the taste of your own ass.
I rub my throbbing penis head over his anus, and watch it tighten up. A more beautiful male hole I have never seen. It’s rosy pink and tightens up with every swipe of my dick head over the sphincter. I tease it and watch it open slightly then snap closed. The next time it relaxes I shove my cock inside and hold for a heart-beat before pushing all the way in until my nuts are resting against his warm hairy ball sack.
“FUCK!” He yells into the night air.
“Sergeant, Sergeant!” Corporal Stevens cries out running toward the tent. His shouting is loud enough to be heard in the next county.
“The prince got away!
Shit Stevens how the fuck did that happen?
“I don’t know, but O’Connor is chasing him down with his dart gun, trying to catch him before he gets to the highway.”
I hear rustling and heavy boot thuds coming my way. And suddenly standing at the tent opening like a hunter with his prey slung over his shoulder is Sergeant O’Connor. The prince’s arms hanging over O’Connor’s back, head swaying slightly with every step the Sergeant takes.
“I caught the mother humper before he got to the highway and brought him down with the handy dandy dart gun you gave to me a year ago. What do you want me to do with him?”
Well, let me see. He beheaded the Foreign Legion soldier without a trial or a chance to defend himself, so I think we’re going to have an old fashioned American neck tie party, with the prince as the main player, so strip him down and tie his hands behind his back and haul him over to our ever-faithful sturdy tree limb.
O’Connor drops the prince down to the ground and works to strip him naked, leaving his boots. The prince is still out cold. His hefty thick cock is lying peacefully across his thigh. O’Connor bends down and lifts the cock pointing the head at his mouth, takes it in and nurses on it for a few seconds, then spits it out.
“My first imported steak!” He says. “I like it, but just a little too much rose water or whatever he soaks his balls in, but I like it anyway.” He quickly ties up the prince.
I leave Russo tied and gagged and walk over to where the prince is just beginning to come around, standing now with O’Connor’s powerful hand on the back of his neck holding him in place. I walk slowly toward the pair fashioning a noose with the rope in my hand. The prince is staring at the noose, his eyes wild with fear.
“Sergeant, this is getting out of hand – release me immediately!”
No, prince old pal, not going to happen. This is your karma coming home to roost. We are going to give you a Kangaroo Courts Martial. We already know that you’re guilty. Remember, I watched you behead one of your Foreign Legion slaves.
“No, no, that wasn’t me. I was wearing a leather hood, you couldn’t, I mean the executioner was wearing a leather hood, that wasn’t me!”
Save your breath pal, I’m not nearly as stupid as you think I am.
“I’ll throw in another ten million American dollars, no twenty million, just DON’T DO THIS!”
Stevens, O’Connor and myself are the judges, so relax prince old buddy, you’re guilty as fuck and we’re going to have a little party at your expense.
“HELP, HELP SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
Stevens, grab that box filled with fire wood and dump it out. O’Connor put the prince on the box while I drop this noose over his head.
O’Connor forces the prince, stripped down to his twenty-thousand-dollar cowboy boots to stand on the creaky wooden box. Stevens is close to being in a trance looking at the prince’s boots. I can see his dick jump and throb down his trouser leg.
The three of us clothed in our Cammie uniforms take up positions in front of the naked prince standing unsteadily on the wobbly wooden box with my noose around his neck. The Lieutenant, Sergeant Phillips and Capt. Russo are still tied and gagged in the tent and can’t see what’s going on outside.
O’Connor hauls over the ice chest filled with long neck beers and hands them out. We empty the first bottles and O’Connor gives us a second one.
“Hey look!” Stevens calls out as he walks over to the prince. “This is turning the fucker on!” He says, wrapping his fist around the prince’s hard and leaking cock. He strikes the solid member with the flat of his hand several times causing precum to fly out of the piss slit and land on his hand, which he immediately licks off.
“Hmm – I can taste his fear Sergeant. I think I like it. Permission to drain his nuts Sir.”
Go ahead Corporal, it will probably be his last cum, so go ahead and eat him up.
Stevens holds the full hanging balls in his rough hand, pulls them toward the ground, tightens his lips around the inflated dickhead and begins to vacuums out the cum stored in the lemon sized balls in his hands.
“Get your filthy infidel mouth off of my cock, you’ll die for this. Ahhh NO!”
Stevens continues to suck until he drains the balls. “Interesting taste. If this is what fear does to your cum -- I’m all in, fucking yum prince, thanks.” He mummers, his tongue swiping his lips. And at the same time, he pulls both of the boots from the feet of his prisoner, leaving his socked feet standing on the wobbling crate.
Stevens, stuff both of his socks in his mouth I don’t want him disturbing the wildlife after we leave the area.
The Corporal follows my orders, then bends slightly to lick off the cum stragglers clinging to the deflating head.
‘So now what?” O’Connor says to me.
When we break camp and head down the road to the dairy farm with our two new cum bulls, and my Marine slave. We’ll leave the prince to the wild animals, they’ll take care of him.
And to give them a scent to follow, I remove the hunting knife from my belt, grab his softening dick, insert the tip into his dickhead and make a shallow cut just deep enough to produce a few drops of blood. Good, that should bring a few curious bears or wild boars into camp.
Ok men, let’s break camp and hit the road. We have many miles to cover before we get to the farm with our new starter herd!
End of Chapter Five
Rex Larsen
Return of Sergeant Collins
Chapter Five
Captain Jon Russo, USMC Slave
Ok, I say to Corporal Stevens, help me drag this piece of shit into the tent. I’m just getting started on him. Stevens goes with me to the hanging Marine Captain and helps me untie his hands from the tree limb and drop him down onto his stomach. His back is a sight to behold. My work with the single tail whip has left a bloody mess in its wake. A pattern of long welts left by my whip covers his back and buttocks. Blood has dripped into his ass crack and dried.
The fucker is still conscious, how I don’t know. He’s glaring hatred at me as I grab his hands and tie them behind his back.
“You think you can break me with your fucking whip? Well you didn’t and never will, I can take anything you can throw at me!”
That’s right asshole, go ahead and dig yourself in deeper – I love that more than you’ll ever know. It just revs up my engine and makes me want to put my size 13 combat boot up your ass! So, keep on digging the hole deeper, please!
“I’m not afraid of you and when I get free I’m going to fucking kill your sick perverted ass!”
Thanks for the warning slave boy, I’ll keep that in mind.
We grab Russo and drag him into the tent and drop him on his stomach. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Stevens is drooling over Russo’s combats.
“Can I have his boots Sergeant?”
Fuck NO! This asshole and everything on him belongs to me and me alone. I’m going to train him into being my slave, even if I have to take him to the very brink of hell. If I can’t break him I’ll slit his throat and leave him for the wild boars to take care of.
I reach down, grab a handful of his hair, yank his head up, slap his face back and forth with all the force I can muster. That cocky look he gave me minutes ago vanishes in a nanosecond. He’s spitting blood from the blows to his mouth.
I remove my web belt and loop it around his neck and tighten slowly. We lock eyes, his pleading for air and mine sending warning darts into his.
You want to breathe Captain, you want some air? His eyes are bulging, lips trembling, his head nodding in ascent. Oh well, I guess I’ll let you live for the time being. Is that what you want Sir? I spit at him sarcastically? Do you want to live now and kill me later if I ever drop my guard? Is that what you want Sir? Again, said with pointed sarcasm. I loosen my belt and watch him draw in a lung full of air.
“Thank you.”
I don’t want your thanks, I want your ass. I reach under him and unbuckle his web belt and drag his Cammie trousers down to his boot tops. His thighs are bulky and muscular, covered with a dusting of dark hair, his calves, chiseled and well defined, no hair. I can smell his man musk.
The steamy pungent scent of his ass crack overwhelms my senses. I lower my face my hands spreading him wide open. I bury my face between two rock hard mountains of man ass, slurp and spit onto his sphincter.
He’s doing everything he can do to tighten his male pucker in an effort to thwart my attempt to enter him.
You’ve never been fucked in the ass before, have you sport?
“No, I have not – I’m not a faggot like you God damn it - I’m straight!”
Straight? You trying to turn me on Captain?
Those magic words are going to make this one hell of a special occasion for me. A straight Marine, it just doesn’t get any better than this!
“Don’t do this, leave my ass alone please and I’ll suck your cock.”
Oh, you’ll suck my cock anyway after I bury my torpedo up your cherry bum, you’ll clean me off and learn to love the taste of your own ass.
I rub my throbbing penis head over his anus, and watch it tighten up. A more beautiful male hole I have never seen. It’s rosy pink and tightens up with every swipe of my dick head over the sphincter. I tease it and watch it open slightly then snap closed. The next time it relaxes I shove my cock inside and hold for a heart-beat before pushing all the way in until my nuts are resting against his warm hairy ball sack.
“FUCK!” He yells into the night air.
“Sergeant, Sergeant!” Corporal Stevens cries out running toward the tent. His shouting is loud enough to be heard in the next county.
“The prince got away!”
Shit Stevens how the fuck did that happen?
“I don’t know, but O’Connor is chasing him down with his dart gun, trying to catch him before he gets to the highway.”
I hear rustling and heavy boot thuds coming my way. And suddenly standing at the tent opening like a hunter with his prey slung over his shoulder is Sergeant O’Connor. The prince’s arms hanging over O’Connor’s back, head swaying slightly with every step the Sergeant takes.
“I caught the mother humper before he got to the highway and brought him down with the handy dandy dart gun you gave to me a year ago. What do you want me to do with him?”
Well, let me see. He beheaded the Foreign Legion soldier without a trial or a chance to defend himself, so I think we’re going to have an old fashioned American neck tie party, with the prince as the main player, so strip him down and tie his hands behind his back and haul him over to our ever-faithful sturdy tree limb.
O’Connor drops the prince down to the ground and works to strip him naked, leaving his boots. The prince is still out cold. His hefty thick cock is lying peacefully across his thigh. O’Connor bends down and lifts the cock pointing the head at his mouth, takes it in and nurses on it for a few seconds, then spits it out.
“My first imported steak!” He says. “I like it, but just a little too much rose water or whatever he soaks his balls in, but I like it anyway.” He quickly ties up the prince.
I leave Russo tied and gagged and walk over to where the prince is just beginning to come around, standing now with O’Connor’s powerful hand on the back of his neck holding him in place. I walk slowly toward the pair fashioning a noose with the rope in my hand. The prince is staring at the noose, his eyes wild with fear.
“Sergeant, this is getting out of hand – release me immediately!”
No, prince old pal, not going to happen. This is your karma coming home to roost. We are going to give you a Kangaroo Courts Martial. We already know that you’re guilty. Remember, I watched you behead one of your Foreign Legion slaves.
“No, no, that wasn’t me. I was wearing a leather hood, you couldn’t, I mean the executioner was wearing a leather hood, that wasn’t me!”
Save your breath pal, I’m not nearly as stupid as you think I am.
“I’ll throw in another ten million American dollars, no twenty million, just DON’T DO THIS!”
Stevens, O’Connor and myself are the judges, so relax prince old buddy, you’re guilty as fuck and we’re going to have a little party at your expense.
“HELP, HELP SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
Stevens, grab that box filled with fire wood and dump it out. O’Connor put the prince on the box while I drop this noose over his head.
O’Connor forces the prince, stripped down to his twenty-thousand-dollar cowboy boots to stand on the creaky wooden box. Stevens is close to being in a trance looking at the prince’s boots. I can see his dick jump and throb down his trouser leg.
The three of us clothed in our Cammie uniforms take up positions in front of the naked prince standing unsteadily on the wobbly wooden box with my noose around his neck. The Lieutenant, Sergeant Phillips and Capt. Russo are still tied and gagged in the tent and can’t see what’s going on outside.
O’Connor hauls over the ice chest filled with long neck beers and hands them out. We empty the first bottles and O’Connor gives us a second one.
“Hey look!” Stevens calls out as he walks over to the prince. “This is turning the fucker on!” He says, wrapping his fist around the prince’s hard and leaking cock. He strikes the solid member with the flat of his hand several times causing precum to fly out of the piss slit and land on his hand, which he immediately licks off.
“Hmm – I can taste his fear Sergeant. I think I like it. Permission to drain his nuts Sir.”
Go ahead Corporal, it will probably be his last cum, so go ahead and eat him up.
Stevens holds the full hanging balls in his rough hand, pulls them toward the ground, tightens his lips around the inflated dickhead and begins to vacuums out the cum stored in the lemon sized balls in his hands.
“Get your filthy infidel mouth off of my cock, you’ll die for this. Ahhh NO!”
Stevens continues to suck until he drains the balls. “Interesting taste. If this is what fear does to your cum -- I’m all in, fucking yum prince, thanks.” He mummers, his tongue swiping his lips. And at the same time, he pulls both of the boots from the feet of his prisoner, leaving his socked feet standing on the wobbling crate.
Stevens, stuff both of his socks in his mouth I don’t want him disturbing the wildlife after we leave the area.
The Corporal follows my orders, then bends slightly to lick off the cum stragglers clinging to the deflating head.
‘So now what?” O’Connor says to me.
When we break camp and head down the road to the dairy farm with our two new cum bulls, and my Marine slave. We’ll leave the prince to the wild animals, they’ll take care of him.
And to give them a scent to follow, I remove the hunting knife from my belt, grab his softening dick, insert the tip into his dickhead and make a shallow cut just deep enough to produce a few drops of blood. Good, that should bring a few curious bears or wild boars into camp.
Ok men, let’s break camp and hit the road. We have many miles to cover before we get to the farm with our new starter herd!
End of Chapter Five
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