Journey to the Farm
It has been a long drive. Captain Russo is still on his knees, hands tied behind his back, asleep between my legs, with his face using my full nut sack as a pillow. Now and then he opens his eyes, looks up at me.
Stevens has one hand on the steering wheel and his other hand over his dick, giving it an occasional squeeze, looking in my direction. I may have to feed him to keep him on my side.
He’s been a loyal storm trooper for me, and you have to feed your soldiers well to keep them in line.
Stevens, it’s close to lunchtime. Are you getting hungry?
“Yes, Sergeant, getting very hungry, but we are nowhere near an off ramp or restaurant.”
No worries, Corporal, I have the lunch wagon hanging between my legs.
‘You mean you’re going to give me your cock, Sergeant?”
That’s exactly what I mean. I know the fuel that keeps your engine running is a belly full of cum, and in the back of this van there are four full tanks ready to be emptied again.
“You’re going to let me empty all the tanks and yours too?”
That’s right, but first I believe all five of us need to take a much-needed piss.
“Yes sir, the next chance I get, I’ll pull off of the highway and find a nice secluded spot.”
We need to exercise our bulls anyway and get their blood circulating. They’ve been hogtied for several hours now.
“Right, we need them healthy, and I bet they need to go badly. How do you want to do this?”
Pull off the highway the first opportunity you get.
Wake up, slave boy. We’re taking a piss break. I have a bladder full of warm piss waiting for you.
“I’ve never tasted piss before, boss,” Russo responds.
You’ll grow to like it, so open your mouth, lock your lips around my cock. He nods his head and opens wide as I lay my penis on the top of his tongue and feel his lips close around the head – here you go!
I relax and begin the flow with a couple of dribbles, then the flood comes.
“Uhmmm.” he hums, sending vibrations all the way to my balls as he begins to swallow. I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he drains me.
My cock is starting to inflate from the warmth of his mouth cavity, and I want to save myself for the Corporal’s lunch. I remove my dick, causing a subtle pop. He looks disappointed.
Stevens, when you see a good place, pull off and out of sight of the highway.
Minutes later, he steers the van to an area of ancient oak trees and parks. We are hidden from the busy highway
We leave Russo tied up and exit. Stevens and I go to the side of the van, slide the door open, and enter.
Our two Marines are alert and moaning through their gags. It’s easy to see that we need to get the blood circulating in their legs. I untie Dickson’s feet and let the boot toes hit the floor and remove the soggy gag from his mouth.
Lieutenant Dickson speaks, staring up at me from his position on his stomach.
“Sergeant, let us go, and we’ll just forget this ever happened. SSgt Phillips and I will keep our mouths shut, right, Phillips?” Phillips nods his head in the affirmative. “So, you have nothing to be concerned about – what do you say, you gonna release us?”
I kneel next to him, cock my head, smile, reach down and stroke his face lovingly, bend and kiss his forehead.
Lieutenant, you and Phillips are the foundation of my new stud herd. Your God-given endowment of two perfect, straight cocks, is the best kind to pump and drain. Your life as you knew it evaporated the minute you walked into camp; that’s when I decided you belong to me.
And Dickson, I was never going to sell you to the prince. For some unexplainable reason, I kinda like you, sir. You’re only a second Lieutenant and a Mustang coming up from the ranks, but you’re a handsome fucker. That’s the reason I’m keeping you. I love owning officers and treating them like shit and making them kneel and kiss my boots. Yeah, that’s what turns me on.
There’s nothing more pleasurable to me than getting my dick up some hard-assed officer’s uptight asshole; the more senior, the better. But you’ll do for now.
“But we’re United States Marines. Don’t you think we’re going to be missed? Don’t you think the Corps will come looking for us?”
They can look for you all they want, but you know what? You’ll be classified as AWOL and deserters because you’ll never be located where I’m taking you. They’ll move on to more important matters and the two of you will be forgotten soon enough.
I turn my attention to Phillips, who has been watching and listening to my conversation with Dickson. This masculine hunk of military beef is a real prized acquisition for me.
Being this close to a hairy Marine dad in an enclosed space like this, with his male pheromones filling the stale air of the van, goes directly to my stiffening cock.
I remove his soggy sock gag, then hold his boot shafts in both of my hands. The leather is warm and generating a leather and polish scent that hits me like a punch in the face. His big spit-shined combat boots are the first thing that caught my attention when he walked into camp. I slowly lower them to the floor.
I remember something I heard years ago concerning a shine on a man’s shoes or boots, and it’s this. If a man has a shine on his shoes, you can be certain that his socks and underwear are clean.
I’ll admit here and now that I’m a confirmed boot-loving freak. Phillips’ size 12s are a sight to behold; even if you’re not turned on by military foot gear, his command your attention.
Phillips’ tall, muscular frame comes in second only to Russo’s. They’re both straight Marines, gym addicts, big and well-muscled. They both have large, hard asses; they are well hung and handsome as fuck! And I own them.
Once I get my Marine cum bulls to the farm and squared away and injected daily with the doctor’s special serum, they will deliver massive amounts of cum for me to fast freeze and sell.
I still have a long list of wealthy gay customers who have made inquiries over the past few months. Not only about purchases of cum but about buying the entire Marine. Buying the Marine and not just his cum is a smart move on the customer’s part. Why buy the milk if you can own the cow, right?
A healthy, well-cared-for Marine can bring as much as a hundred thousand or more, depending on certain factors such as the size of his cock as well as his balls. His general appearance. Some prefer smooth and lithe, while others want hairy and muscular. I will supply both eventually with the Captain’s help.
This means Russo and I, once I get him trained, will go shopping in Jacksonville for vulnerable Marines. Russo can take down any man he desires easily. But we’ll have to be extra careful making our selections and not damaging the merchandise.
Stevens! I yell through the open door. Get back here and help me get these two out and exercised. I don’t see him anywhere, but my gut tells me he’s up front trying to molest my slave. I walk quietly to the front of the van and witness Stevens belly down, his legs halfway out of the door, boots crossed at the ankles.
YOU MOTHER FUCKER! I yell, grabbing both of his boots and yanking him out, causing him to land with a thud on the hard ground face down. I kick him in his ass, thighs, and shoulders, turn him over and twist my left hand in the front of his Cammie blouse, yank him up and pound my fist into his face, bursting his lower lip and bruising one of his eyes, and continue slapping his face with all of my power until he begs me to stop.
“PLEASE! Sergeant, I’ve had enough – I’ve learned my lesson. PLEASE!”
I told you what I’d do if you ever crossed me. Russo told me what you said about you wanting to fuck him. But I didn’t believe him, and now, I see what a mistake that was.
I lock my fists around the back of Stevens’ neck and drag him to the open door, reach in the glove compartment and grab a pair of handcuffs, twist his arms behind his back and lock the cuffs on his wrists.
“Please Sergeant, please. I’m sorry that I went against you – please don’t kill me sir, PLEASE!”
Oh, I’m not going to kill you, Stevens, you son-of-a-bitch. You just became my third cum bull, and instead of you eating cum all day, you’ll have massive amounts of seed milked out of those heavy balls of yours several times a day. And your boot collecting privileges just went poof!
“PLEASE SIR, don’t do this, PLEASE!”
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I slam my fist into his lower abdomen, sending him doubled over to the ground, groaning in pain, trying to get his breath back as I drag him to the side of the van and push him inside. He lands with a heavy thud next to my two other detainees.
Ok, you two out and stand with your backs to the van. I’m going to release your cocks so you can empty your bladders and let you walk around a bit to get your circulation going. Don’t try anything stupid because if you do, you’ll instantly regret it!
Both men climb out and stand with backs to the vehicle. I unbutton the flies of their Cammie trousers. First, I reach in to fish out the Lieutenant’s cock, holding it just behind the head, and watch him soak the earth in front of him with his piss. And next I do the same to Phillips’ cock.
I unbuckle their web belts, pull them off, loop them around both necks, lead them around under the massive ancient oak trees to get the blood flowing, then back into the van. Boots retied and slide the door closed.
I take over the driver’s seat, start the engine, and drive onto the highway with Russo sitting beside me, hand tied behind his back.
Slave boy, you were right about Stevens.
Locking my hand behind his neck while keeping my eye on the highway and the traffic flowing past us. I pull his face to mine. I force my tongue into his mouth, find his tongue, and suck on it, tasting his saliva.
I release him and adjust my swelling cock. He lowers his head, blushing slightly, his eyes looking to the side window next to him, embarrassed by my kiss. Being kissed by another man is a lot different from being beaten by him. A lot different.
“Sir, are you going to untie my hands now?”
You have to be fucking kidding me, slave boy. I don’t trust you yet, not by a long shot. I have a Saint Andrews Cross and a bull whip waiting for you at the farm. We’ll see how I feel after training you for a few weeks.
“Yes, sir, I need to be trained by you, boss. The Marine Corps built me to take punishment, and I’m lost without it and guidance from a superior man like you.”
I’m going to turn you into a hunter of men, a predator like me. After you get your first taste of taking down a tough masculine dude like a Marine, you’ll be hooked, I can assure you. It’s all about power and control. Eventually, you’ll crave it just as I do!
I’m going to turn a straight man like you into a hungry hunter with a taste for male cum and male ass. Straight to gay is the way I see you.
“I don’t think you can turn me gay, boss. I still think about pussy, fucking it, and eating it.”
Let me worry about that hotshot! By the time I finish training you, you’ll crave dick and male ass as much as I do. Count on it! But I think you’ve seen enough of Carolina scenery, so I’m going to pull off onto the shoulder and blindfold you.
I don’t want you to see our approach to the farm. But I will tell you that the iron gate is massive, impenetrable, electrified, as is the fence, and remotely controlled. Once in, there is no escape possible. You’re my prisoner until I decide otherwise.
“Prisoners of war are taught to escape; it’s drilled into a military man’s head. What happens if I try to escape, boss?”
That’s an easy question to answer. I’ll slit your throat, roast you, and feed you to the pigs. Is that clear enough for you to understand?
“Yes, boss, clear enough even for a Marine grunt to understand.”
I continue to drive for another hour and a half until I reach the turn-off. The red dirt road is nearly invisible. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d miss it; everyone does.
The drive up the winding, heavily tree-lined dirt road up the mountain takes twenty minutes. And there it is, the ten-foot-high black ornate iron gate. Security cameras are stationed every twenty feet, standing guard. The sheltered dark TV camera reminds me of a cyclops. It’s the guardian of the farm. No one enters without showing their face to the camera, asking permission to enter, and waiting for the heavy iron gate to slide aside.
I reach into the glove box and remove the remote control for the gate. Punch in the code and wait as the gate groans and slides open.
The drive up to the main house takes several minutes. I have to stop once to get out and remove a fallen tree limb blocking the approach to the house. I park the van and reach over to Russo and remove his blindfold.
“WOW!” He says softly to no one in particular as he scans the main house. Standing majestically, a two-story redwood shingled structure with three steps to a large front porch, a heavy oak door with two six-over-six glass pane windows on each side, with dark heavy curtains covering both. A wide rock chimney indicates a huge fireplace inside the living room.
His curious gaze travels to a long one-story shingle-covered bunk house located between the main house and the milking barn. The barn can accommodate a small herd of cum bulls, and I intend to fill all twenty stalls eventually.
“DAMN BOSS, the milking barn looks more like a small hospital than a barn with straw-covered floors.”
That’s correct, Captain; the milking barn is sterile and has the latest equipment designed especially for human cocks. I’ve milked and frozen hundreds of cum offerings over the years, actually, thousands, from a lot of unwilling Marines, soldiers, and cops. I love my job!
“So, you only hunt down the most masculine dudes you can find, and Marines fit the bill, huh?”
You catch on quickly; I like that about you, slave. We’re going to get along just fine. And after a couple of weeks of training and a lot of time on the Cross, you’ll be ready to join me on your first hunt.
“It looks like I have little or no say about how you conduct your hunt, so I’ll shut up and learn. I do like the idea of using my muscles to bring down another dude. I’ll be training on the three Marines tied up in the van?”
Again, you catch on fast, slave boy, and the answer is yes. Let’s go into the house. I have a shock collar for your neck. Once I lock it on and test it, I’ll untie your hands.
“Is the collar going to keep me in line and loyal, Sergeant?”
You bet it will keep you in line and loyal. I walk over to a roll-top desk, open it, and remove four collars. Lock one around Russo’s neck, stand back, and point the remote control and push the red button.
Russo falls to his knees, then over on his side, his boot heels hammering the floor, screaming in agony until I turn it off.
I untie his hands and stand back.
Get up, Captain; you are free to move around the room. Just remember the agony you just experienced and don’t test me; you’ll regret it instantly!
“God damn, boss, I’ve never felt anything like that before. I won’t misbehave ever; you can count on that, boss.”
I thought that would be your response. Now go and bring our bulls into the house one at a time and start with Stevens
“Yes, sir.”
He goes to the van to fetch Stevens and walks him toward the house. One of Russo’s big hands is locked behind Stevens’ neck, pushing him forward. Stevens’ trousers are down to his ankles. He’s taking short, measured steps, but I don’t remember pulling his trousers down when I put him in the van.
Why are his trousers pulled down, boy?
“I did it, boss, to show him who’s in charge of him now. He didn’t like me taking the liberty, so I slapped his face a few times, you know, back and forth until spittle was flying out of his mouth. And you were right, it felt mighty good to work on the Corporal. I got hard punishing him.”
You’re now on your way to becoming a hunter as I knew you would. Now bring the other two into the house while I fasten a collar around Stevens’ neck and test it.
“Yes, boss, I’ll fetch them.”
I fasten the collar around Stevens neck and test it. His scream could be heard a mile away. I leave him lying on the floor, hands still tied behind his back, and go to the front door and watch Russo walk Dickson and Phillips toward the house. He has both men in a headlock as he drags them toward the house.
He’s got just a small taste of the adrenal rush that races through your body when you dominate another man, especially if the man is a masculine, rugged Marine. It can be addictive; I should know.
End of Chapter Seven
Rex Larsen
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