Captain Russo’s Journey into Slavery
Ok Stevens, help me get SSGT Phillips and the Lieutenant into the van. Untie their feet and make them do the walk of shame, but leave the gags in and blindfold both men. We don’t want to hear anything from them on our drive to the farm or them to see anything of the farm until I decide to show them around.
“That sounds like a plan to me Sergeant – I’m on it. What about Captain Russo, where do you want him?”
I want my Marine slave with us up front. He looks mighty hungry to me Corporal.
“Yes, sir, he does look hungry. Are you thinking of giving him a dick dining lesson on the way to the farm?”
You bet, that’s exactly what I’m thinking. And damn son, you look mighty hungry to me. Didn’t the prince’s cum satiate your hunger?
“Well, not completely sir. I guess besides loving boot leather, I’m a cum addict to boot, no pun intended.”
I’ll have to reign you in when we get to the farm. I can’t have you eating all of the profits.
“Understood Sergeant, I’ll behave.”
Good boy, no worries. I’ll make certain that you’re well fed.
“Will you feed me before we break up camp and head down the road sir?”
No, Stevens, that’s a meal you’ll have to wait for. You might get lucky at some point, but right now we have a lot to do.
You grab Dickinson and I’ll escort Phillips to the van.
I pull Phillips to his knees and use my green bandana to blindfold his eyes and watch as Stevens does the same to the Lieutenant.
We walk both men to the van parked under a pine grove near camp, slide the side door open and push both men inside. We retie their boots with the same rope used earlier on their feet and attach boots to hands once again.
Captain Russo still lying on his stomach hogtied, watching everything that’s going down. I can feel the intense hatred he has for me coming from the deep pools of his brown eyes, but it just hardens my already stiffening cock. I reach down and grab it through my trousers and stroke as it comes to fullness.
See something you like Captain? This is the dick that is going to rule your world!
“You don’t have me yet, motherfucker. And I’m still alive and breathing!”
Yes, you are alive and breathing for now, simply because that’s the way I want you. A dead man can’t suck a cock and a dead man’s ass is not tight enough to please me, otherwise I would have offed you, and fucked your dead asshole.
“You think you can scare me into being your slave? Well, think again. A Marine officer is no one’s slave and certainly not yours!”
That’s what I like about you Russo: You just keep on digging your hole deeper by the minute. I think I could be falling for you, and you a slave, go figure.
Stevens, I don’t want Russo blindfolded. I want him to see what happens to a man who tests my patience.
“Yes sir, Sergeant, it should scare the fuck outta him to see the predicament the prince is in standing on that wobbly wooden box with a noose around his neck. Payback for what he tried to pull off, and more.”
That’s the idea son, I want Russo to realize that at any moment I could end his life and no one would ever be the wiser.
I pull Russo to his feet and guide him out of the tent, lay him on his stomach a few feet away from the prince. I can see the look of shock on his face as he realizes that the prince could hang himself at any moment if the box collapses under his weight.
Stevens and I take down the tent and haul it to the van along with all the other shit we used. We finish striking camp making sure that the site is clean and shows no signs that we were ever there.
I come back and kneel next to the Captain, pat his regulation haircut, stroke it like I would stroke a pet dog’s head.
Take a good look at our prince. You were tied up in the tent, so you don’t know, but we held a Kangaroo court and found him guilty of the murder of a French Foreign Legion soldier. He beheaded the soldier because the soldier showed disrespect to him.
And now, at any moment he could pay the ultimate penalty, and rightly so. Don’t feel sorry for him because he’d do the same to you or me or any other man he chose to kill. That’s a monster on the box. Shed no tears for him, he’s not worth it!
“He beheaded a soldier because he disrespected him? Is that true? If it is, then he’s exactly where he belongs!”
It’s true and I think he doesn’t have much longer to stand on that box. But I don’t want to stick around and watch the event.
After saying that, I place my hands under Russo’s pits and pull him into a standing position and walk him out of camp and to the van.
Stevens is nowhere to be seen but I have a suspicion that he’s in back of the van sucking cock. I stop briefly and slide the door open and sure enough there he is lying on his side with Phillips dick in his mouth, sucking away.
Stevens you’re like a fucking vampire. I turn my back and you have yet another dick in your mouth. It looks like you may have already helped yourself to the Lieutenant’s. Go ahead and finish off Phillips. We have to hit the road and I need you up front with me and the Captain.
“Yes sir, Sergeant he’s ready to blow!”
“Hmph, uggh!” Phillips hums into his gag.
Russo and I stand there and watch Stevens suck out Phillips’ generous offering, swallows then wipe his lips with back of his hand. He leaves the softening cock hanging out. He gets out and slides the door closed.
Your thirst for cum satisfied now?
“Yes Sergeant, I’m good to go for now.”
Great, put Russo in the front seat. You’ll drive and the Captain and I will entertain ourselves going down the road.
I turn to the Captain: Do you have anything to say before we hit the road?
“I may have misjudged you where the prince is concerned. I think he’s going to get what he deserves. And you’ve got me in a situation that it looks like I may never get out of. I won’t cause you any more problems. It looks like you own me now. You’re the boss.”
Captain, you’re finally facing the reality that deep down in your soul you’ve always known you were meant to be owned and controlled by a stronger man. And that man is me.
“I actually loved the whipping you gave me. I crave punishment, I’m a pain pig like a lot of Marines. I should be punished. I’m glad O’Connor kidnapped me and brought me here as a gift to you. This is what I jerk off to every night thinking about. Being captured, tied up and taken over by another man. I want you to own me – I want to be your slave.”
I knew the minute O’Connor brought you to me that your bravado was an act. Your worked-out body and especially your iron hard glutes were begging to be whipped and punished. I could see it in your eyes and the sideway glances to my crotch told me the whole story.
So, now I know everything I need to know about you slave boy – you want to bleed and suffer for me! And you will.
After putting Russo in the van, I walk back and stand in front of the prince. I take a long look at him and say: So long, you lousy motherfucker. I kick the box hard causing it to collapse. The prince jerks his legs violently for thirty seconds or less. His last breath forces the sock out of his mouth. He hangs there, swaying in the still night air.
I walk back to the van and find Stevens in the front cab unbuttoning the Captain’s trousers, trying to pull his cock out of the opening.
You hungry fucker! I can’t leave you for ten minutes before you try to put Russo’s dick on your menu. So, put that cock back where you found it. That cock is my property and if you ever attempt it again – well, you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you!
“Sorry Sergeant, putting it back.”
He stuffs the Captain’s cock back in and buttons the fly.
Let’s go Corporal and drive within the speed limit. We don’t want some fucking highway patrol cop stopping us and discover our cargo.
“I hear you loud and clear Sergeant.”
We pull onto the highway and begin our journey to the farm.
Russo is between us, hands still tied behind his back.
I detect a notable change in him. His dark brown eyes are no longer shooting daggers of hate at me, but instead, have a mellow look about them. I watch them sweep over me from my face to boots and stops, fixated on my crotch.
His stare brings my dick back to life under my Cammie trousers, trapped in a soiled jockstrap releasing beads of precum into the mesh as he ogles my bulge.
Well, well straight boy you seem interested in what I have hanging. Slide down to your knees between my spread legs and I’ll give you a preview of things to come!
Russo struggles, falling down and lands on his knees. I clasped my hands behind his head and pull his face over my groin.
Take a good sniff of your Master’s stink slave boy and learn to love and crave it!
I sense no resistance from him as I press his face over my hardening cock. I feel his teeth locate and tease my dickhead. He’s humming to himself as he nurses on the head through the thick fabric of my Cammie trousers.
Stevens’ eyes are darting from the road in front of him, down to the Captain, as he nuzzles deeper into my spread legs.
“Why don’t you give him the real thing Sergeant, he wants it.”
You want your first dick straight boy? You want to suck your gay Master’s cock?
He nods his head yes as he continues to rubs his face over my hard member -- humming and blowing hot breath onto the meat he’s hungry to dine on.
The bristles of his high n tight haircut tickle my palms as I stroke the back of his head and neck. Looking down on the kneeling officer between my legs sends an electric shock from my toes to my nuts.
But everything I ever learned from my Marine Corps training telegraphs to my brain that this is totally out in left field and wrong. An officer in the Corps ready to service a Sergeant’s cock is an impossible fantasy. But here he is, ready to eat NCO meat!
I push his face away, unbutton my fly, reach in and pull out my piece from its jockstrap home. I rub the slick head over his lips, leaving wet traces. The tip of his tongue comes out slowly to clean his lips.
Russo’s puppy dog eyes are looking up at me. There is a slight smile forming. He looks angelic, not the tough Marine of a few hours ago. But a boy who wants to please his dad, and in this case, his Master.
I hold my cock at the base and rub the head over his cheek. His eyes follow my every movement. My hanging balls sack is climbing up close to my body and my dick is ready to explode.
Kiss the head slave boy. Talk to it. Tell my cock how much you love it. Make mouth love to my dick slave boy and I’ll reward you with a belly full of your Master’s cum!
He licks the head and speaks to it softly. “I love you – I want you in my warm mouth – I want to make love to you – please fill my belly with your Master seed – own me PLEASE!
Go ahead Captain, work my meat and I will give you what you’ve always wanted but didn’t know how to ask for it. Put my cock in your mouth.
He takes my dick, hard as a poker, all the way to the back of his gullet.
His throat muscles cling to my shaft as I fire volley after volley of hot sperm. He pulls back just far enough to taste my cum. I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows my seed.
“God damn Sergeant! The fucker just got his first dick. I’m jealous because I remember my first taste of male sperm. I’m betting that he’s hooked now, that’s how It works. I didn’t realize that I craved dick until the first one exploded in my mouth.”
Russo looks at Stevens in a shared camaraderie as a broad smile takes over his handsome face. His brown puppy dog eyes close in contentment. I know that I have a new slave and a muscled and powerful hunting partner.
End of Chapter Six
Rex Larsen
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