I continue being used but in a different way. This is a new follow-up of Serving the foreign legion. The main character, Rob is still there as are some of the other characters.
Jean Luc started to explain to me the reasons for him being there and what the next plans for me were.
"You are to be sent to North Africa to serve in some of the oil workers' camps, but you will have half a dozen of our young men to train as well as serving the higher-up workers as well, they will also protect you as the desert can be a dangerous place sometimes."
He explained.
"You will choose the men to take, so you will have a few days of fun selecting them. I can help also, so we shall see a lot of each other." He smiled.
"Talking of fun, I think it's time for us to have some now." He laughed
He called the stable master in and ordered him to remove the cock cage from me, which was done immediately. My cock leaped to attention, and they both smiled and licked their lips.
"Well, your cock looks happy to see me, Rob!" he exclaimed.
I noticed that Jean Luc wanted me to fuck him, so I asked the stable master for some lube, and Jean Luc got on all fours and arched his back invitingly towards me. I was looking forward to this, as I couldn't remember how long it had been since I was on the giving end.
But it turned out that I would also be on the receiving end as I felt the stable master start to finger fuck me and felt his large cock sliding in.
This was quite a turn of events. I wasn't expecting it, so I relaxed into the fuck I was giving and receiving at the same time. If only I had some poppers, I thought, and then, as if by magic, the stable master presented me a bottle from behind, which I then passed over to Jean Luc.
All 3 of us were groaning in ecstasy. And the poppers helped us not to cum too soon. We lasted an hour, and our daisy chain collapsed in a heap, all 3 of us covered in each other's cum and sweat.
The stable master went out, and Jean Luc and I dozed for a while. When we woke up, Jean-Luc showed interest in my arse, and I got on my back and spread my legs in anticipation and was soon rewarded by having my legs over his shoulders, with his cock inside me.
Starting a leisurely rhythm, he said.
" This will be great, Rob, and the colonel is dying to see you again and talk about your future. He has kept aside a share of the money he has made by renting you out and will make sure you get it this time."
I just smiled and thrust back at his strokes, just enjoying the pleasure and feeling of having him inside me again.
We had a relaxed fuck that lasted an hour, and Jean-Luc came inside me. It felt good to be filled with his cum again.
"Let me explain what is planned," he started
"We will have a week to select 6 privates who are between 18 and 25, all good-looking and mainly blond French boys. All of them have been used sexually, and some are more experienced than others."
He went on for over an hour.
I was to be responsible for the lads and help them where needed, and the job was to entertain the oil exploration workers and relieve their sexual frustrations. Most of the clients (as they should now be referred to), were active tops, but some liked to take it.
Some of them needed to fuck every day, and some a few times a week. I was to keep a record as to how many times our guys had been used, as that would reflect on the costs that would have to be paid by the oil companies.
I was also expected to serve some of the camp managers as well.
The main thing was that the clients and the lads were all happy, and any problems were solved.
"Also, you will be required to keep some of the officials happy, either with your services or those of the legion lads you or the officials select."
I was quite pleased with the sound of all this, but it was up to me to negotiate my terms with the colonel, and negotiate I certainly would.
Once we had showered and cleaned up, we got dressed in battle fatigues, and I noticed that Jean Luc had been promoted to a captain, and even I was a sergeant.
The stable master came to see us off, and he gave me a big hug and said again, "Don't forget that anytime you are looking for something, come here first,"
I assured him that I would, and then 4 privates dressed in battle fatigues came to escort us out of the building.
The trip back to the airport had been well-organised with police on motorbikes stopping all the traffic to allow us through, and we got to the airport rapidly. We marched up the steps of the Gulf Stream and were greeted by 2 more privates dressed only in jock straps, which showed off their fantastic bodies. Before the plane started moving, the other four stripped off and were going commando. This showed off their bodies very nicely.
"These are your recruits, Rob. What do you think of them?" Said Jean Luc
I just said, "If they fuck and take a fuck as good as they look, we are in business."
We all laughed together as the plane took off.
I ordered the 6 privates to strip so I could examine their luscious bodies. They had a nice all-over suntan and were devoid of any body hair. I asked the ones who considered themselves tops to take a step forward. And the bottoms to take a step back, 4 stepped forward and 2 back. I said, "OK, fine, guys. The ones considered as tops will be trained as bottoms, and the other 2 as tops."
There seemed to be some discontent among them. But they all accepted my decision. So I ordered them to undress and start having sex with each other, respecting their new differences.
It was obvious that the used to-be tops were very reluctant to bottom, and even the previous bottoms were not too sure of how to go about things.
"Listen lads, you will all be used as bottoms at the camps, so it is only fair that you learn all there is to learn. In your spare time, you may fuck each other any way you like." I told them.
This seemed to brighten them up a bit.
I noticed that the new tops had difficulty penetrating the new bottoms, so I asked them to get away from them. I positioned myself at the correct angle and slowly pushed into them. They were either very tight, which was expected, or they were resisting being fucked. It was a combination of both.
So I asked Jean-Luc what sex toys we had on the plane, especially plugs and dildos. He broke into a smile and came back with a box full.
I selected some inflatable butt plugs and ordered the lads waiting on their hands and knees to arch their backs and spread their legs wide, which they did.
After lubing them up, I started slowly pushing the plugs into them with Jean-Luc's assistance and also presented them with poppers to take their minds off what was going on. This seemed to do the trick as the plugs slipped in.
The fun started when I asked the new fuckers to start pumping the plugs up inside their holes. Holding the inflation bulb in their hands, they came to the front and presented their cocks for a good sucking and held the poppers to their noses, which the new ones being fucked inhaled with gusto. The plane was now full of groans of passion and lust.
A far better and less sterile sound of a typical whorehouse noise.
"Where do you get these ideas from, Rob?" asked Jean-Luc.
I just smiled and started playing with his cock.
"It's a question of getting a good job done with the least problems." I laughed.
We still had a good 4 hours of flight to go, so he and I went into a private part of the plane and started fucking as well.
We were so used to each other that we had no problems chatting while we were fucking, so starting at a nice slow pace, we discussed what the Colonel was planning and what he had been up to.
It turned out that the coup d'état he was planning was going ahead and that his "new connection" with the oil companies and also his idea to set up male brothels in the desert were all linked to the fact that the companies wanted a free hand on the islands to explore the oil and gas possibilities which the current president had flatly refused.
As we settled into a nice slow rhythm, I started asking Jean-Luc about the financial arrangements and told that this time I would not be a walk over. It turned out that some $50 000 were in a Swiss bank that only Jean-Luc had access to and that as soon as we were back in the Comoros he would hand the control over to me, so we set out planning what my new structure of fees would be.
"Of course the colonel will want to fuck you and use you as before, Rob, and I would suggest you plan out in your mind what conditions you would want before you give him what he expects. He will be so eager to try you out again that he would agree to anything reasonable before he and his associates start using you once more". He gasped between thrusts inside me, which I was responding to with renewed energy. So I started to float in a train of thought of pure sexual lust and desire to make this copulation between us be meaningful and enjoyable, to which he responded to with great surprise and gusto.
Our groans of pleasure must have been heard by the other lads who popped their heads through the door and watched us.
Once Jean-Luc came inside me and slowly pulled out of me, I gestured them to come into the separate cabin and changed my position from missionary to doggy and felt his cum running down my thighs. I wanted them all to fuck me like this without being cleaned up so we could enjoy my new acceptance of being the slut I was and had always been.
After me being continuously pounded by them for the next 3 hours, the plane started its descent into Moroni.
To be continued ...
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