The Castle
On my belly staring at Skip’s boots inches away from my nose. Not tied up yet. The scent coming from his black Marine combat boots is a familiar scent. I know it well. Many sleepless nights in our two-man room back at Camp Lejeune, this same leather and Kiwi boot polish fragrance had control of the tight enclosure that we called home. It owned me, completely. Many nights while he slept soundly I would sneak his boots into my bunk together with a soiled pair of his white boxers and a pair of his sweated up wool socks and beat off with my face down in the top of one of his boots pretending I was making love to his muscular country boy body.
“HEY, butthole, start licking!” Skip yells at me.
The deep country twang of his voice snapped me out of my reverie and back to reality. I’m the captive of the man I though was my father and now my Marine bestie who has turned on me for a pocket full of gold is his accomplice. He stands next to my tormentor, arm around his waist and nudges the toe of his boot into my face.
“Grab the back of these boots and start chowing down, and while you’re in a boot cleaning mood, clean up AJ’s cowboys while you’re down there groveling like a Marine pig.”
“You heard the Marine fuck face, start licking!” AJ smirks and grabs his crotch, squeezing his meat snake as it comes to life.
I have no other choice. Dave is watching from his position on the floor hogtied and barefooted. I can see the fear registered on his handsome face. He knows full well what AJ is capable of and what AJ said about the castle wasn’t so much a threat as it was a promise.
So, I grab the back of both of Skip’s combats and start leaving my spit in slimy trails over the toes and sides of both until they are slick. Skip, doesn’t realize how much I love what he’s forcing me to do, and that deep down in my heart of hearts I love him. That makes me a fool and about as sick as they come. He hates me and I love him. It doesn’t get any more messed up.
“Ok, spit face, clean up AJ’s as well, then I’m going to dress you like a little Marine Ken doll. I brought all of your uniforms with me and It’s going to be my pleasure to get you ready for transport to the castle.”
My heart skips a beat remembering what the two evil gay masters did to Dave’s back and ass, and now, both of us are going to be treated like livestock and delivered to what could be a slaughter house in the bowels of the castle.
Skip grabs me by the back of my neck with one hand and uses the other to force open my mouth, thumb under my chin and four fingers fastened behind my lower teeth to drag me away from AJ’s boots like a trapped animal.
“This fucker sure is hungry for boot leather sir – I believe if we let him, he’d eat the fucking leather right off our feet, I always thought he might be a pig and yes sirree that’s what he is, a boot pig and I wonder what other piggy tendencies he has, it’s going to be a blast to find out!”
“Once the twins get him up on the rack and do some stretching, he’ll open right up and reveal what makes him tick.” AJ responds.
“You’ve seen that done sir?” Skip chimes in.
“Oh yeah, I was present when they hauled a hot New York City Irish cop down to the dungeon. The twins are built like brick shit houses, 6’7” and one had him slung over his shoulder, out cold, hands cuffed behind his back with his own cuffs, a beautiful sight. I still jerk off thinking about.
“Wow!” What did they do to him?” Skip says starting to breathe heavily.
“They stripped him out of his uniform and gave it to me together with his Magnum police boots, which I still have. We are the same size and I wear the uniform during play time at the castle.
“Did you watch them stretch him?” Skip mummers excitedly.
“I sure did. That Mick was naked and had one big slab of uncut meat hanging between his legs. I’ve never seen a bigger dick on a cop before and the tighter they stretched him the harder his cock became. I took his load seconds before he passed out. One of the sweetest loads I’ve ever eaten.”
“You think we could get these two up on the rack?” Skip says looking at me then at Dave like a hungry dog.
“Oh, I think we can manage that, see what we can pump and suck out of these two.” AJ is in his element talking about us like we are beef on the hoof in a cattle auction ring.
“Bradly here has been mooning over me for a couple of years now.” Skip says,” I tied him up and fed him some my country ham a while back and that got him hooked. And I ate his load on the road once to keep him in line, but I haven’t been up his ass yet.” Skip recounted.
“Well” AJ says. “It’s one sweet hole Skip, maybe we can double fuck him at the castle. That would please the twins more than you know.”
“AJ sir, I’ve got his uniforms and boots right here, you want me to get him dressed?” Skip says as he reaches down to feel AJ’s swelling dick through his trousers.
“Hell, yeah Marine, let’s get him uniformed up, and I want to be the one who pulls his boots on his feet and laces them up, I’ve always wanted to do that to him.”
“No problem sir. I know you love this Marine’s boot leather, and I’d get off watching you make love to them, really get off – maybe I can feed him some of my beef steak while you work on them.” Skip announces.
Skip, yanks me up and twist my arm behind my back, locks one of his arms around my neck almost knocking me out. AJ is close behind. My cock is involuntarily becoming stiff and out of my control. Skip hits the head of my dick with his open palm causing it to spring back, throb and jerk up and down.
“FUCK dude, that hurt!”
“Yeah, I know it did, that’s why I did it fuck face! This is only the beginning of your taming college boy, something I’ve dreamed about for a long time. The way you lorded your education over me, putting on your New York airs like I was nothing! And guess what, I own your Marine ass now, you belong to me, so shut the fuck up before I put this size 12 of mine up your shithole!”
Skip slams my face down on the deck as AJ picks up my Camo uniform and black combats, green wool socks, and one of Skip’s cum encrusted jock straps. He keeps the boots, but throws the rest of my uniform at me saying, “Get dressed and be quick about it.”
I pull on the soiled jock strap and can feel Skip’s dried cum in the white mesh. It scratches the head of my softening dick. Pull my wool socks on my feet, stand and step into my Camo trousers, tighten and buckle the web belt, next the Camo blouse and button it up.
“Get over here NOW and sit down!” AJ says holding my boots in his hands. I go quickly to where he’s sitting on the black leather sofa and sit. He reaches down and grabs both of my feet and lands them in his lap. I watch him as he holds my socked feet in both of his hands, bends over and covers his face with the soles and inhales my sweaty foot scent from my used socks. He then pulls first one boot then the other onto my feet. Tucks the bottom of my Camo trousers into each boot top and laces them up tightly.
He just sits there for a couple of minutes holding my boots in his lap, rubbing the heels of both over his engorged cock, slowly masturbating his dickhead with my boots heels and speaks to me.
“Did you ever wonder why I sent two thousand dollars every month for you to just fucking blow on anything that you wanted? Huh? Did you? Huh? Well, this is the reason, these boots and this hard-Marine body, dick and asshole of yours. I might loan you out, but buddy boy, you belong to me, lock, stock and barrel – you ain’t going back to Camp Lejeune, ever! As far as the Corps is concerned, you are AWOL.”
Skip move toward me with his hard cock in hand. Grabs my head and forces his dick into my mouth. “Suck out the cum you’ve been craving since the first time I fed it to you.” He grinds his hips into my face and watches as AJ makes love to my boots. “Go for it boss man, work those fuckers!”
They climax at the same time. Skip filling my mouth with his dick cream, which I swallow while AJ ejaculates down his leg.
Skip pulls his softening dick out of my mouth and stuffs it away while AJ answers his cell, “Yeah, come on up we’re ready.” He puts his phone down on the coffee table and turns his attention toward the elevator door which is opening revealing two tall muscular men in full black leather, incredible mountains of maleness. The twins have arrived. They are 6’7”, two hundred and fifty pounds, Nordic blond, startling blue eyes, square jaws and menacing grins on their mouths. They look like Tom of Finland models, big dicks noticeable under the shiny black leather.
Skip stands and goes over to greet the new arrivals. They just look at him, then to AJ who nods in their direction. Skip puts out a hand to shake then one of the twins slams a fist into his midsection, doubling him over and down onto his knees. The second twin steps up to him, twists his hands behind his back and cuffs them. They leave Skip lying on the floor on his belly trying to get a full breath into his lungs and walk over to me and AJ and asks, “is this the other one AJ?” “Yes, the other one,” he says. Both twins grab me and haul me to my feet. And like Skip, they cuff my hands behind my back before I can speak.
One of the twins produces a roll of grey duct tape, tears off a long strip and seals my mouth closed while the other twin does the same to Skip, then to Dave.
They leave us tied and taped up lying on the floor and follow AJ to the wet bar where he already has a large pitcher of martinis and glasses waiting. They bring the pitcher and glasses back to the coffee table and AJ fills the three glasses. They sit on the sofa, boots up on the coffee table, crossed at the ankle and drink slowly looking at the three new acquisitions lying helplessly. They speak in unison, “Yes, very nice.”
Eric is the twin first to speak, “You were right about these two new Marines AJ, we’re going to have a damned good time tonight.” The other twin, Bjorn laughs out loud as he walks over to Skip who has regained his breath, he uses the toe of his heavy Doc Martin boot to push him over on his back, kneels and unbuttons Skip’s Camo trousers, reaches in and fishes out his half hard dick, examines it, brushing off a speck of lint clinging to the head, lowers his mouth to it and sucks in the dickhead. “Umm, I like the taste of this Marine, Eric and I will have a good time spit roasting this one.”
AJ walks over to Bjorn who is busy nursing on Skip’s hardening cock and speaks, “You know Bjorn you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy that big piece of military meat, but now, we need to haul them down in the freight elevator. My garage is private, so no one will see us.”
Eric kneels next to Dave, “Well, Mr. Paratrooper, we meet again, how’s that back and ass of yours doing?” He laughs out loud. “This time, it’s going to be for real, not like the first session!”
They relax while sipping their second martini. Eric has his big hand behind AJ’s neck pulling him in for a deep, sloppy kiss, while Bjorn kneels at AJ’s feet running his hands over the soft, expensive brown leather of his cowboy boots. “Nice.”
“Ok, let’s get this show on the road” AJ says. “Eric, sling Skip over your shoulder and Bjorn, bring Dave and I’ll take care of this hot young Marine myself.” They make their way to the elevator. The twins each have a man over their shoulder, while AJ guides me with his hand tightly clenched around the back of my neck.
We arrive in the garage where their black van is waiting. All of the windows are tinted black so no one can see the interior. Eric climbs into the driver’s seat while Bjorn and AJ push us in and climb in after us. The cramped space of the van is filled with the scent of fear and ball sweat as we are dumped inside. My own dick has come back to life as AJ nuzzles the side of my neck. He licks and nibbles on my ear lobe. “You like the attention don’t you Marine? Well when we get the three of you way deep down into the castle dungeon, you’ll get a lot of attention, some you’ll like and some you’ll hate!”
The trip to New Jersey takes a little over an hour and a half in light traffic to drive to the Ramapo Mountains range where the castle is located on a thousand acres. If you look at a topographic map it will almost not show up. It’s isolated to say the least.
Five of those acres are surrounded by a seven-foot-high electrified fence with razor wire on the top. The main gate is twenty feet high and made of ornate black cast iron. A huge family crest, two lions on their haunches holding the family shield between them occupies the middle of the gate. The crest is divided in half when the gate is opened. Five-foot-high black iron vultures sit on top of the columns that the gate is attached to.
Although we can’t see the castle or the high gate, but we can hear the gate swing open after Eric punches in the code. The castle we will learn later, is right out of a fairy tale, three stories of dark grey stone rising up to the heavens and four towers one at each corner with pointed slate roofs stand like guardian giants. This fortress could only be breached by an army tank, nothing less would be able to gain entry.
The van drives up the gravel driveway some three or four hundred yards to the side of the castle and to the tall black metal double garage doors. The doors, opens and we drive into the interior which is an elevator that takes us down two stories into the bowels of the fortress.
The Twins and AJ pull the three of us out and watch us as we see the dungeon for the first time. “I think by the look in their eyes that they understand their predicament.” AJ chuckles to the twins
What we see is our worst wet dream come to life. Bjorn, reaches out and grabs Skip by his neck and slams him down to the slate floor. He then kneels and hawks a wad of spit into Skip’s face. “I think the time has come to tenderize this hunk of Marine beef, make him a better playmate!”
My blood races watching Bjorn pull on a pair of black leather shorty police gloves, the ones he took from the Irish cop.
End of Chapter 7
- Rex Larsen
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