The Reward
So, this is why guys like to get fucked up the ass. Lying here naked stretched out like some fifty-dollar whore with Dave’s cum running down the inside of my leg, feeling the afterglow of all afterglows. I’m savoring the taste of my own spunk and recalling what Skips tasted like. It seemed to have something special, a tangy, metallic bitter taste that I really enjoyed as I held it in my mouth, loving the taste before sending it down to my belly. Mine seems more mellow, nice and creamy, less bitter but a little sharper tasting than his. I love to eat my cum when I’m horned up and I’ve got this heavy cock meat in hand jerking the fuck out of it. Oh yeah, every Marine knows what his own spunk tastes like, no doubt about that in my mind. All you have to do is listen. You’re sleeping in a large room of rack after rack of naked young Marines taking care of business after lights out. The sound of mattress springs singing their special song, squeak, squeak. Hell yeah, another starved for sex hungry Marine eating a late evening snack.
I’m dreaming about what might come next in the ass fucking department. A part of me regrets that Skip wasn’t the man to take my cherry. Am I straight, bi or gay? I don’t know exactly. What I do know is that big country boy dick of his that I sucked would be a tight fit for my bottom hole. And right now, in the afterglow of Dave’s tool up my ass, I want more cock and I want Skips’.
At the same time, I’m wondering what it would feel like to get my weapon up Dave’s tight passage and what his ass might taste like. I’ve watched those hard glutes of his fight each other as he struts around here like he owns the place. Dad acts differently when he’s around, almost subservient, ready to accommodate any suggestion Dave might come up with. Is Dave boning my dad? That popped up in my mind after he bred me this afternoon. And how many other dudes is he fucking? Is my dad just one of his conquests, the one who’s paying the freight, or is he selling his hot bod to anyone with money enough to romance that big dick of his up their man holes?
Minutes after I straightened myself up and got dressed, I hear the elevator door open. Dad spots me and walks in my direction, removes his suit jacket and tosses it on the sofa next to where I’m sitting. A big smile on his face as he loosens his blue tie and sits down next to me. “There you are son, you’re looking relaxed. Did Dave make it home yet?” My heart skipped a beat when he asked about Dave. “Yes dad, I think he’s in his room making plans for tonight.”
“Yes, he’s good in that department, among others I might add.” He mummers under his breath in a throw away fashion as he slides closer to me. “Son, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” He has that concerned fatherly look on his face. “What is It dad? You know you can ask me anything and I’ll give you an honest answer, so shoot.” “Ok” he says, “Here goes. Are you and Skip having problems? I couldn’t help but notice the distress in your voice when you phoned and the look of total despair when you arrived home.”
I slide a couple of feet away from him trying to buy some time to come up with an explanation he would accept. He cocked his head slightly the way he did when I was a boy watching me as I struggled to explain why I did or said something that gave him cause for concern. “Oh, it’s no big deal dad, we had a misunderstanding that’s all. That’s why I wanted to get away, you know, to think things over. We’ll work it out, shit like this happens and you just deal with it right?”
“Ok my boy”, dropping his hand on my thigh dangerously close to my crotch, squeezes it, rubbing my leg softly back and forth. “I only wanted to say that true friendship is a precious and sometimes fragile commodity. It takes a lot of work and compromises sometimes to keep the boat afloat, so keep that in mind and do whatever you have to do to patch things up – ok?”
I’m seeing a side of him that I have never noticed before. He seems mellow, relaxed and happy to be having this conversation. “Sure thing dad, I’ve been thinking a lot about Skip lately. Maybe I’ll give him a call later this afternoon, see how’s he’s doing?”
“I thought you might have Skip on your mind. You’ve been moody and a little withdrawn and you’ve been walking around with one of these.” Raising his hand, he playfully slaps my tenting trousers. “Ouch! Dad, what was that for?” “Just checking your Marine heavy artillery to see if it’s fully loaded.”
“It’s locked and loaded dad. I just need to find the right firing range.”
“Oh really? I thought you were on that firing range this afternoon with Dave. The sofa smells like male sex, raunchy and rough and you have the glow of a freshly fucked virgin written all over your face.” He says becoming noticeably agitated, but calms himself to speak,
“I told Dave not to fuck you, but for you to fuck him and he did exactly the opposite of my instructions!”
“You wanted me to fuck Dave and you paid him to let me fuck him, am I getting this straight, if not, just stop me?”
“He’s my servant and I pay him well, very well in fact to do whatever I tell him to do, even let my son take his ass.”
“Well, that didn’t work out the way planned did it, but no apologies needed because Dave opened up a new world of sensation to me. I wondered why gay dudes like to get fucked up the ass and now I know. I’m addicted and I love it, I want more dick!”
“Brad, go knock on Dave’s door and tell him I said tonight’s party is off. Call everyone. And stand by.”
I don’t think that I have seen him angrier in my life. His face is red and the veins on his temples are standing out noticeably. His voice is dry and scratchy. And he must be going commando because that trouser snake of his is in full bloom, moving like an anaconda down his leg. I get up and walk quickly to Dave’s bedroom door and knock. He opens the door wearing just his white boxer briefs and white wife beater then speaks, “What’s up Marine?”
“What’s up is dad wants to see you on the double, he’s totally pissed, so I’d be careful if I was you.”
“Pissed at me? What did I do to deserve that?”
“You fucked my ass buddy boy when he instructed you to give up your treasure hole to me. That’s what’s wrong.”
Dave turns away from me and goes to his closet to retrieve his uniform and boots and dresses like a man possessed. He buttons up his jacket, walks over and stops in front of me. Distress and worry have replaced the confident self-composed look he usually displays.
Dave explains: “You don’t know about Aaron’s temper and his circle of friends? AJ, is what his rich playmates call him. But some of them play rough, really rough! They’re all gay mafia. They’re incredibly rich, powerful and some are downright evil. I should know because a couple of years back I crossed your dad. I had a fling with a chick I dated back when I was a Paratrooper. Boy did that piss him off. You want to see what his mafia pals did to my back?"
He slowly unbuttons his uniform jacket and hands it to me then pulls the wife beater over his head and turns to show me his back. His back has six long scars that stand out crisscrossed and run from his broad shoulders all the way down to his waist and lower to his ass.
“Dad did that?” I remark reaching out to touch the scars?”
“No, he didn’t. But two of his rich gay leather Master types did. Twin brothers. It took months to heal and I don’t want to go through that again, no never again.” He dresses in a flash and implores me to go with him to face dad. We walk side by side into the living room and find dad, his arms crossed over is chest.
“Come here!” He instructs Dave. “COME HERE NOW, I SAID!” Dave walks slowly to dad and stops. Hands hanging limp at his sides.
“You disobeyed me, didn’t you?” Dad says calmly then suddenly slaps Dave’s face using both hands, back and forth. Dave stumbles back trying to remain standing. “DIDN’T YOU?”
Dave tries to shield his face from the punishing blows. I grab both of dad’s wrists to stop the assault. “Dad, he’s had enough, come on dad, he’s had enough!”
“He’s had enough when I say he’s had enough, so back the fuck off. This is between me and Dave. I don’t pay this motherfucker two hundred thousand a year to disobey me. Do I, you overpriced piece of shit, do I?”
“No sir, you don’t, but I couldn’t stop myself, I’m sorry sir. I’ll never disobey you again sir, I’m sorry, I promise!”
“The next time you do, I’ll have these two big nuggets of yours for dinner!” He states calmly reaching out to grab Dave’s hanging nut sack through his trousers. Dave flinches and tries to back away but is prevented by the tight hold on his balls. Dad releases his hold and draws back his right fist and slams it into the side of Dave’s face sending him down to the floor on his belly out cold with a split lip from the blow. Dad unbuckles his thin leather belt, pulls it from its loops, kneels, pulls Dave’s hands behind his back and winds his belt around his crossed wrists cinching it off tightly. He goes to Dave’s feet and yanks both of the tall black boots from his feet, then the socks. Moves around to Dave’s head and stuffs both socks into his mouth. Unbuckles the uniform trousers and pulls them off together with his boxers. He’s half undressed still wearing his shorty uniform jacket. Dave’s beginning to regaining consciousness. Shaking his head trying to focus on both of us. “Uhnmm, uhnmm.” He mumbles into his own soggy socks.
Dad turns to me without warning and swiftly unzips my trousers, reaches in to haul out my stiffening cock. “Dad, what?” I’m stunned and unable to resist. He holds my meat in his hands, pumping and squeezing until froth forms on the head, kneels and locks his mouth around my swelling cock head and sucks out my precum. He nurses on my dick head using his tongue to separate my cock lips while sucking more precum into his mouth, smacking and humming around the throbbing helmet.
My head is spinning. So much has come to light in the past few hours.
I’ve learning more about my father today than I have ever known before. He’s a fucking powerful Don in the gay mafia for crying out loud! An intense man to be feared or worshiped, depending on your point of view. Me, I’m in awe of his strength and raw power. Just the way he’s taken charge of me, like he owns me. This is the dad I missed growing up, the one I yearned for without even realizing it. Am I frightened of this new side of him? You’re damned right I’m scared shitless. And at the same time hungry for his macho use of me and what he could do to me if I disobeyed him. Would he beat the living shit out of me? Yeah, he would?
His big hands are suddenly all over my body in a frenzy. First wrapped around my shoulders forcing his tongue into my mouth, then yanking my shirt over my head and in a swift movement dives into my pits to suck, sniff and licks both chewing on my pit hairs, then over to my tits to suck and nibble, actually biting one nub to draw blood, cleaning up the trickle running down my chest with his tongue.
“Dad, what are you doing?” I almost scream, but he pays no attention to my pleading. He unfastens my trousers and yanks them and my skivvies down to my feet, unzips and pulls off my boots and tosses them together with my socks. I’m naked and vulnerable in more ways than one.
“I’m doing exactly what I made my mind up to do when I watched you graduate from Parris Island, saw you in uniform for the first time and knew that I was going to own you.” He’s standing back now a couple of feet away looking directly into my eyes with a sly grin on his face. “When you blew a big wad of my money dropping out of Columbia after two unimpressive years of prelaw, I decided you were a lost cause. But then you told me you had joined the Marine Corps the dynamic of our relationship changed dramatically.”
“Get down on your knees Marine and release my fuck tool. Kiss the head, suck on it and get me good and hard because I’m going to do to you what Dave did to your mother to make you! I’m going to get this power tool of mine up your tight shitter and make some little brothers in your male pussy.”
I hesitate and feel the sting of his palm across my cheeks. “I SAID TO GET DOWN ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES MARINE, DO IT NOW!”
The slap causes a tear to escape and runs down my cheek. I catch my breath and suck into my lungs his fierceness and the smell of his crotch, his pits, ball sweat, ass sweat and leather. My head is beginning to clear bringing me back to reality. His strong hands on my shoulders are pushing me down to my knees while I hold onto the back of his legs for balance.
“I’m not your son, is that what you said?” He grabs my head in both of his hands and locks eyes with me, “That’s what I said, you are not my flesh and blood!” Stunned! “I’m not, then who is?” He walks over to where Dave is lying tied up and kicks him in his ass. “This piece of Army shit is your father!”
“Why, how?”
“When I was coming up on the Street things were different than they are today. Impressions meant a lot. A beautiful woman on your arm at Gala Openings meant something. Roxy, came along. She became my beard. She was a beautiful woman back then, a dancer on Broadway and sought after by every eligible male in the city. I bought her and I already owned Dave, so I made him fuck her pussy to create you, that’s the whole story!”
“Bradly, I’m one hundred percent gay and a pervert to boot. I have a uniform and boot fetish and a thing for handsome, straight Marines, and military men in general. I’ve had some damn good seafood during Fleet Week here in the city and I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve purchased a lot of Navy meat. I love that sea air saltiness on their bodies.”
I’m down on my knees holding the back of his legs. My face is nestled against his crotch. I unzip, reach in and bring out his inflated and throbbing member. There is plenty of precum on the crown for me to lick off which I do feeling his big hands on my head urging his cock into my mouth. After I get him hard as steel and he’s ready to get inside of me. He pulls me up to my
feet. He fetches my black leather belt. Turns me around and binds my wrists behind my back. Then he eases me down to the floor on my belly next to Dave so that our arms are touching.
Dave and I turn our heads so that we are looking into each other’s eyes. There is a weary smile on his lips. The look of sheer terror has left his face and is replaced by calm resolve. I have the feeling that he’s been here before. He understands that Aaron guards everything that he owns. The Picassos, the gallery-sized Frankenthaler, the original mid-century furniture. Well, you get the picture. Once he decides he wants something, he just goes after It until he owns it, people included and it’s easy to see that he owns Dave, and now me. And right now, I’m no longer certain that this is what I want? Not the way it’s turned out.
The next thing, AJ (that’s what I’m calling him now) is spreading my ass cheeks with his powerful hands. I can feel his warm breath. The tip of his tongue touches my clinched rosebud. His all-day stubble is sandpapering both side of my glutes. I can hear him hum and feel the vibration when his lips lock around my sphincter, sucking around it’s perimeter, poking the tip of his tongue inside of me, spitting and making love to my butthole.
“I wanted to taste your ass the first time I saw you in your field uniform. There was something so virile and masculine about you as you walked toward me. I could see that big cock of yours wallowing around under your Camo trousers. You were going commando and I couldn’t get over thinking that you did it for me. Showing off that big dick of yours. Did you know that I had a thing for Marine boot leather? Probably not, but now you know. I’m a pervert of the highest order and right now, you’re my prey. This is only the beginning of what I have planned for you and I might add, your pal Skip!”
I’m speechless as he rubs his swollen cock head with the saliva he put there for lube. He pushes the head inside of my anal ring. The size fills me up, it’s larger than Dave’s and the shaft is thicker and longer. “This is the dick that should have created you Marine, but didn’t.”
He goes all the way into me until his hairy balls are touching mine. The width and length of his cock is Guinness Book worthy. I can smell the woodsy scent of the cologne he splashed on the back of his neck after showering. It feels like he shoved a tree trunk up my ass, but my insides are starting to accommodate his girth and length. After holding still for a couple of minutes to allow me to get use to him being inside of me, he begins a slow thrusting motion in and out of my bottom hole. I raise up my butt to get more of his cock deeper into my interior. “That’s right Marine whore, this is what you’ve been after the entire time!”
He is in a mad dog frenzy of ass fucking. He’s biting the back of my neck, big hands around my throat nearly chocking me out as he works my loosing hole. “You’re my property, I own you like I own everything else, do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes sir, I understand that I’m your property, you own me. I’m your Marine whore and I’ll deliver Skip to you on a silver platter if that’s what you want?”
“That’s what I want, but right now I want to dump my sperm in you and watch the smile on your face as you absorb my cum into your body.” He continues to slide his hard as iron fuck pole into my ass, taking me for the ride of my life. My entire body is on alert awaiting his promised load. He falls down on my sweat drenched body and jams his heavily veined dick deep into my channel and releases a flood of his sperm claiming me. “Fuck yeah Marine boy, you’re mine now, ah fuck here It comes, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”
I can actually feel his hot semen flood my insides. I know that it has covered the walls of my guts with it heady cream. He remains inside of me and I feel his fuck stick come back alive as he starts a second round of taking my already ravaged back door. He’s licking the back of my neck, shoulders and has his arms around my chest, his fingers pinching and pulling on my sore nubs.
“You just got my first load, fuck meat. I’m going to take my time with the replay and enjoy the Marine I got tied up under me. Hell, fuck boy, you ain’t going anywhere soon – I have all kinds of plans for you!”
All I can do is lay on my belly as he takes his time rearranging my insides. He’s going about it slow and steady biting my ears, licking the side of my neck like a wolf, leaving love marks on the back of my neck. I feel like he’s on the verge of eating me alive leaving no scraps behind.
Dave is watching the action unfold next to him, but can say nothing because he still has his socks stuffed in his mouth. I saw his eyebrows raise up and knit together when AJ slapped me down and tied me up. He watched his employer plow into me and ride my ass like a hobbled horse he was training. What Dave didn’t know was that he primed the pump and fine-tuned my butt hole for what its taking now, the granddaddy of all ass fucking. I’ll probably be walking bowlegged for a week after this session.
I feel his body stiffen on top of me as he tightens his grip on my neck, then releases his grip when he starts firing shot after shot of cum into me. “That should hold you for a while until I decide what I’m going to do with you. Your friend next to you is going to be a special guest over in Saddle New Jersey at the leather twins Dracula castle. It’s one scary Halloween looking grey stone pile with a full Medieval dungeon. You may or may not see him again, just depends on how hungry the twins are!”
He shoves his still hard dick up my ass again and whispers into my ear, “I’m going to force your dad to suck both loads of my cum outta your ass. After all, we have to feed him, don’t we?” AJ pulls out of my ass with a loud plop. His dick is still iron stiff and shows no signs of emptying out the blood that has taken residence. He lifts me under my arms and hauls me over to Dave. I’m on my knees, hands tied behind my back. He flips Dave over on his back then pulls me over and settles me with a knee on each side of Dave’s upturned face, pushes me down until his nose in nestled in my crack. “Ok you big piece of shit. Eat my cum out of your son’s asshole and don’t stop until you’ve drained him because if you do stop I got a little surprise waiting for you, and It ain’t pretty.”
I can feel the suction he’s putting on my loose sphincter, feel his tongue go up inside of me, poking around and start sucking his boss’s cum out. It takes only a few minutes for him to completely clean me out and swallow both loads of hot sperm. The residue of cum coats his lips. He swipes his tongue around removing it, smacking his lips.
AJ leaves me sitting on Dave’s face, walks across the room with his cell. Punches in a number and speaks, “Skip, this is Brad’s father Aaron. Oh, we’re fine, how you doing? Good to hear, the reason I called is this. I spoke to your Company Commander Captain Harwood and he gave the go ahead for a two week leave for you to come to New York for a visit. I’m sending a chartered jet down to pick you up and here’s the thing, I want you to pack all of Brad’s uniforms and all of his boots as well as your uniforms and boots. Wear you Camos and black leather combats on the trip. A limo will meet you at Teterboro Airport. Very good, see you tomorrow morning.”
I spend the night still naked but untied. Dave is lying on my bed completely nude now except AJ put the tall black boots back on his feet. Replaced the leather belt around his wrists with rope and has him hogtied on my bed.
“Don’t untie him, and I’ll know if you do and if you do, I’ll punish you harshly. You can do anything you want to do to him, but he’s not to be untied, YOU GOT THAT?”
“Yes sir, I got that.”
“Have a good night’s sleep because you’re going to need it.” He leaves the room and locks the door from the outside. We’re trapped, captured and there’s not much we can do about it. There’s no landline in my room, he took my cell. I lay down next to Dave and remove the soggy socks from his mouth. His hands are roped tightly and his boot heels are pulled back and resting on the hard mounds of his scared buttocks attached to his hands.
“How you doing?”
“Better now, thanks."
I roll him over on his side and watch his thick dick and heavy ball sack drop down to the bed. He looks so vulnerable, helpless and at the same time so fucking sexy that I can’t resist. I reach out and cup his nuts in the palms of my hands, lift them up to feel their weight. His dick comes alive and fills with blood causing it to stand away from his full bush since he does not manscape, it’s a tangle of brown pubes holding his body sweat and scent. His balls are not that hairy, but heavy, oblong orbs filled with his spunk ready to be released.
I lower my face to the hairy slabs of his pecs, my mouth finding a plump nub to lick then nurse on causing him to moan out loud when my sucking becomes intense. I’m actually able to suck out his clear man milk and get a good taste and swallow it. I kiss and lick down his abs following his treasure trail down to his hard cock which by this time is releasing precum that runs down the underside of his cock and coats his nut sack with its stickiness.
“If I could untie you dad…” Wow, that felt strange calling Dave dad, but that’s what he is: my father. “If I could untie you, I’d give you the same ass fucking you gave me, but I can’t untie you, but what I can do is this.”
I scoot down with my face in his crotch, wrap my hand around the base of his cock forcing it to become even harder. Precum forms and hangs on the lips of his dick head. I close my mouth around the head and allow the tip of my tongue to open his piss slit. I get a taste of the last piss he took. It’s not unpleasant, actually taste like the beers he had earlier.
“Bradly, I really need to take a piss after all the beer I’ve had, I can’t hold it any longer and I don’t want to mess up your bed.”
I take his dick from my mouth, look up at him and say, “Ease it out slowly and I’ll drink it, dad.”
I hold his dick head loosely in my mouth and feel the first drop of his piss hit the top of my tongue, then the second and third drop and finally the dam breaks and a flood of warm beer piss fills my mouth. I chug it down as fast as I can, not losing a single drop until he’s completely drained.
“You still thirsty son?” He says smiling down at me as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “No sir, that did the trick, but I’m a little high from all the beer you consumed, you got anything else to feed me since I’m in an eating and drinking mood?”
“Why don’t you take your time and get to know the Army dick that made you, I’m fully loaded and ready to fire, so go for it!”
We spend the next thirty minutes sucking on each other’s cocks and eating cum. After he empties my nuts I give him a belly full of my piss which he says that he loves and would be a willing urinal for me if I wanted. And I want.
We finally fall asleep. Then the door opens and there stands Skip in full field uniform and boots and AJ with his arm around Skip’s shoulder. I jump up immediately not knowing what to say. There I stand naked as the day I was born and Skip uniformed up and AJ in his casual dress for the day, levis, brown cowboy boots and black t-shirt.
“Good morning Bradley and Dave, of course.” AJ says as they walk into the room. Skip brushes by me without even a side glance and goes directly to Dave who is lying on his belly hogtied. Skip says: “What do we have here AJ?” “Oh, that, he’s what used to be a damned hot Paratrooper, but now he’s just is a fucking worthless piece of meat.” “Oh, really?” Skip replies. Running his hands over Dave’s boot leather. “These are some hot fucking boots he’s wearing. They look like Dehner custom patrol boots.” AJ rejoins Skip, Skip has his arm around AJ’s waist. AJ kisses the side of Skip’s face and says to him: “They are custom Dehner, the fuckers cost me nearly a thousand bucks. You want them? They’re yours for the taking.”
Skip unties Dave’s boots from his still bound hands. Removes the rope from the boots then yanks both from his feet. Skip brings one boot to his face and buries his face in the top and inhales. “Ah, nice, hot boot leather, it doesn’t get any better than this.” Next, he reties Dave’s bare feet.
Skip turns to me closing the distance, reaches down and grabs my nut sack and pulls it toward the floor, forcing me down on my knees. “Let’s see you make love to this Marine’s boot leather, punk. AJ just handed you over into my custody. He’s my main man now, my rich main man and you’re just a Marine punk we’re going to play with!”
End of Chapter 6
Rex Larsen
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