The Drunk Colonel

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Well, it’s been almost a week since my encounter with Colonel Conroy and for some strange reason I can still smell the Old Spice after shave he splashed his face with that morning and the scent of his sweated-up cowboy boots and socks; I used those white socks to jerk off into this morning before coming to work. I wonder if he misses them yet or has any idea what happened to them. Actually, it’s the boots I wanted to keep, but I couldn’t return him home bare footed to his wife, or walk out of their house carrying his boots under my arm, that wouldn’t play out very well in my favor.

I’ve been keeping my eye on Corporal Dickinson and he’s been keeping watch over me, so to speak, at least, my crotch and boots.  Every time I turn around, there he is, looking me up and down. Is that the look of a hungry man, or just passing interest?  Or neither. You can trust me on this one, I will find out soon.

Dickinson is not the only Marine meat I have working under me, there’s Corporal Sean O’Conner, a twenty-two-year-old black Irishman as they call the dark haired and dark eyed Irish men.  He has something between his legs that would choke both man or beast, that is, if that man or beast has blood running through his veins.

The fucker is about my height and build and I believe this Marine is totally straight since he has a girl friend of a couple years and they plan to marry this coming June.

 O’Conner is the Marine on top of my list of men to take, rope up and party on, not a man of authority like I usually go after, but one hot mother fucker with an ass you could crack walnuts on.

Sgt. Collins” O’Conner yells from the outer office. “You have a call from Colonel Conroy’s office he wants to see you ASAP, what should I tell him?”

“Tell him I’m on my way”

I take the keys to the station jeep off the wall board and head out the back door to the parking lot. The Colonel’s office is only six blocks from my MP Station, a short drive.

My palms are sweating like nobody’s business and my dick is standing at attention down my trouser leg as I remember taking this officers virgin anal pussy. I’m thinking back as I drive to his office how his clean ass tasted when I sucked on it, how he looked on his belly with hands cuffed behind his back and how his cum tasted when I licked it off my hand cleaning up after fucking and leaving my spunk in his guts.

The Colonel’s office is located in one of many two story red brick buildings on base. His office is on the second floor down a long hallway.

Not knowing what to expect I turn the door knob and slowly enter the outer office.

Three young Air Men are busy shuffling papers around on top of their desks, and look up as I enter.

“Yes, Sergeant how can I help you?” Says the young Air Man nearest to me.

“I’m Staff Sergeant Collins and the Colonel ordered me here” I say.

“Oh yes” he says, “the Colonel is expecting you, knock and wait for a response then enter”.

I go to the door and knock twice, then comes the answer, “Enter”.

There he is, sitting behind a large dark oak desk, his boots up on the desk and crossed at the ankle, just like I do in my own office. He’s wearing Air Force blue camo trousers, the old style and blouse with two silver birds on the collars and highly shined black leather combat boots, not the desert storm rough out sandy colored boots that would usually go with that uniform. “Nice touch” I think to myself as I approach, stand at attention and salute him.

“At ease Sergeant” he says, gets up and comes around the desk, sits down on the corner of the desk, his right boot swings slowly, like a nervous reaction to me being there.

“You wanted to see me Sir?”

I say watching the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, then go back into place. He is nervous facing me. I don’t know how much he remembers about that night, but I have a good idea that his butt hole remembers plenty.

“Sergeant Collins I want to thank you for going out of your way last Friday night to bring me home. I can’t thank you enough, it could have been a really fucked up evening if you hadn’t stepped in and taken over, so thank you again”.

“Just doing my job Sir”

I say as my eyes scan him quickly from boots to crotch. I detect some action in the crotch area, his sleeping dick suddenly comes alive creating a long thick tube, the head showing its self-down the right trouser leg, fucker is going commando. We lock eyes and he gives me that come on look, the kind you get from whores out on the prowl.

I close the distance between us and stand directly in front of him, kick his boot with my boot causing that hollow thud you get when you assault boot leather with boot leather. Now, it’s my turn to smile knowing that I have this hot fucker squirming in front of me, an enlisted man. I reach out and place my right hand on his shoulder still smiling and say, “Sir, we both know what this is all about, you have that ache deep inside your butt hole, and now, it feels empty, am I correct Sir?”

Oh brother, I’m watching this tower of authority, this straight, married full Air Force Colonel turn into a bottom boy right in front of me, the enlisted MP Sergeant who took his sweet hole a week ago.

The Colonel, still seated watches me walk slowly to the door to his outer office and lock it. I can see the nervous anticipation on his face as I return to stand in front of him.

“Colonel, Sir, get the fuck down on your knees and kiss both of my boots, NOW!”

He has the startled look of a deer caught in oncoming head lights and quickly sinks to his knees, grabs the back of both of my boots, leans down and starts kissing, actually, kissing and caressing with his tongue is a better description. I watch him make love to my boots until they shine with his saliva.

“Stand up Sir” I say to him as I grab the back of his neck and pull him into me. His mouth tastes like mint and coffee, probably used mouth spray before I arrived. We suck face for what seems like hours but in reality, is only a few seconds at best. He’s breathing hard into my mouth and I can feel his heart racing at break neck speed as we grind out bodies together.

“Colonel, get down on your knees, unbutton my trousers and fish my dick out, I’m going to feed you your lunch”.

He sinks to his knees all the time looking up at me with that anxious look a school boy gets when he is about to unwrap his birthday present, then grabs my legs and clings to me nuzzling his face into my crotch and inhales deeply sucking up my man musk. With trembling fingers, he unbuttons my camo trousers and finds my hard cock and pulls it out easily since I too am going commando.

I stare down on him as he examines my thick uncut cock sliding the tight skin back to reveal its large wet head. He’s like a kid with a new toy, grasps my shaft and kisses the head licking the pre-cum dangling from the tip. The next sensation I feel is his warm mouth humming around my shaft as he engulfs the entire pole until it hits the back of his throat, causing his gag reflex kick in. Coughing, he looks up at me from his knelling position, his eyes watering, my hands on the back of his head urging him to make love to my fuck stick. He might be new at cock sucking, but I have my doubts since he seems to be an accomplished dick sucker or maybe he is so involved in finally getting another man’s dick in his mouth and savoring the exquisite taste of my maleness that he is doing what comes natural to him, sucking cock.

I’m hard as hell with him sucking on my dick. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning. He has sucked out a quarter cup of my pre-cum it seems, but I have other plans for this bottom boy officer, I’m going to take his sweet ass for a ride he won’t soon forget.

“Stand up and drop your trousers, turn around and present your ass to me Sir…I’m going to give you the best cock ride you will ever have”.

He stands up and drops his camo trousers, bends over his desk presenting those two glorious man mounds to me. They are exactly as I remembered, smooth and hairless. It takes about two heart beats before I use my sweating hands to spread his cheeks, and there it is winking at me, his pretty pink pucker.

If you haven’t caught on by now that I love eating man pussy, then you’ve been asleep at the switch. I squat slightly behind him, lower my face to his ass, man handling his cheeks apart. The scent that assails my nose is pure man. I can smell the sweat dripping off his hairy balls and all I want to do right now is eat him out and get his hole ready for my eight inches, and that’s exactly what I do.

The room is filled with the muted sound of me chowing down on and slobbering into his hole, wetting it with my spit. The taste is almost like raw meat as my long tongue snakes it’s way as far up as I can push it savoring his insides. This is a meal I won’t soon forget.

“Stand up, turn around and sit on the desk top” He looks like he’s in a trance as he obeys my order, stands then sits down quickly. The Colonel’s cock is seven inches and fairly thick hard and cut, the head covered with pre-cum. I bend down, engulf the head, the tip of my tongue explores his piss slit, sucking out the pre-cum his prostate gland is producing for me.

Lifting his legs, I duck under and between them, grasp his boot shafts placing them on my shoulders. I want to see this fucker’s handsome face when I plow into him and take what I’ve been hungry for since last Friday night.

“Please take it easy Sergeant, I’m still sore from our first encounter (so he does remember) he pleads,” he’s close to crying from the look on his face.

“Don’t you worry bottom boy, this is what you’ve been dreaming of for a week now, so shut up and enjoy the ride”. And with that I break through his back gate and begin taking what now belongs to me.

He’s whimpering and moaning loudly and I don’t want his Air Men to come crashing through the door to rescue their leader, so I give him a quick back hand to the face which shuts him up, the look of shock on his face is just what I want to see. I own this fucker, no two ways about it, he’s mine now for real, and he knows it.

The look of shock and submission on his face has me rock hard. I cover his mouth with a sweaty palm to keep him quiet, and hold it there.  His eyes go wide and eye brows go up in a startled expression telling me that he knows that I’m in the driver’s seat now and that I want this fuck to last longer than the fucking I gave him last week. I continue to slowly take what is mine, the forty something Air Force officer who stumbled into my web, and now, the helpless boy in uniform who looks up to me like a God, a Marine Corps God.

With sweat dripping down my chin I jack hammer his channel locking eyes with him, staring into his soul. After ten or fifteen minutes of me hammering his fuck hole I bust my nut showering his insides with ten volleys of Marine sperm. I pull out and adjust my uniform with my dick still out of the opening.

“Get up Colonel and tidy yourself, then clean the Marine dick that just took what belongs to me, your ass and soul”.

He stands up quickly, pulls up his camo trousers, brushes himself off a little. I’m looking at this defeated man as he tries to retain some of his former dignity knowing that his destiny is now in my hands. He gets down on his knees again, this time to clean up my mess. I pat him on his head as his tongue swipes a couple of dark spots off the head of my cock. “Good boy, that’s a nice job”.  I stow my dick away and button up.

I almost feel sorry for him, watching a full Bird Colonel down on his knees cleaning my cock.

“Now stand Colonel and up get your wallet out and give me a hundred bucks, I need some walking around money Sir, we enlisted men are not high on the pay scale, so you’re going to be my bank from now on, and oh yes, I want you to bring me those black cowboy boots you were wearing when I fucked you last Friday, they belong to me now, I’ll tell you where to bring them and when I want you again, and that will be soon, believe it”.

I take out my own wallet and stuff in the one hundred smackers of hush money he just gave me, it goes back into my right rear pocket, then brush off my uniform, walk to the door, unlock it and pull it open.

The three Air Men are still busy doing nothing it seems. I step into the office, turn and say, “Thank you Colonel Conroy it was a pleasure to be of assistance, glad I could help out” That is my exit line so I do just that and continue to the parking lot.

I’m thinking to myself as I leave the Colonel, allowing him to come to grips with what just happened, that I haven’t been this turned on since I lured to the old warehouse area, ambushed and knocked out that smart assed second Lieutenant, tied his hands behind his back and carried him over my shoulder to one of many unused warehouses, where I blindfolded and gagged him. Left him hogtied and waiting for my return.

Talk about fresh meat, this fucker is only twenty-three years old and right out of college and the ROTC program for the Marine Corps he was enrolled in and completed earning him the rank of Second Lieutenant when he arrived at our barracks at Lejeune. Thought he was hot stuff. He disrespected me the day he arrived ordering me to his quarters to have a field day on his room. I didn’t do anything but locate his combats and beat off in both. Fuck him, if he wants his room cleaned then get a Pfc. In to do the job, that’s the usual way things are done in the Corps. You don’t order a Staff Sgt. to do manual labor for you.

Anyway, back at my barracks I clock out at 1630 and returned to the deserted warehouse and there he was still hogtied on his belly. His khaki uniform soiled, his Bates officer shoes scuffed and dusty.

I kneell next to his trussed-up body and caress his blond head. He’s whimpering quietly probably crying, but I can’t see because of the leather blindfold covering his eyes.

“There, there Lieutenant, everything is going to be fine, I just came by to deliver you your dinner”.  

I unbutton my camo trousers and pull my dick out. It’s soft and resting after the workout it got earlier. I scoot close to him, grab his shoulders and pull him into my crotch, my legs forming a large V with his head at the apex.

“I’m going to remove your gag and if I hear one peep out of your mouth I’m going to knock your teeth out Sir, do I make myself clear, if so, nod your head”. He nods his head still whimpering quietly. I get a handful of his blond hair, reach around and unbuckle the back strap of my leather ball gag, pull it out, the leather ball is covered with his saliva and has leaked down his chin and the front of his neck.

Looking down on the young Lieutenant, I paint his thin lips with the pre-cum glistening on the head of my dick.

“Open up LT.  you look thirsty” he refuses so I pinch his nose closed and  wait for him to come up for air which he does soon enough, I part his lips with my cock head and enter his mouth, hold for a second then release a slow flow of yellow magic to fill his mouth cavity.

“Swallow ass hole, I got about a gallon of high test piss for your engine”.

He’s trembling hogtied, as I watch his Adams apple go up and down swallowing my warm liquid gift.

“Oh yes Lieutenant, I processed your leave request, and yes, I know you didn’t request leave, but I have plans for the next two weeks and you’re going to be one of the main players in my little drama”.

What he doesn’t know, and no one knows, is that if you walk all the way to the rear of the warehouse there’s a false wall, and if you push a certain panel the panel opens up revealing the hidden entry to a staircase down to a lower level that no one knows about except me and Sergeant Faraday (Sgt. Faraday shipped out to Japan several weeks ago) who helped me design and put together my little dungeon. It’s a good forty feet by forty feet sound proofed room with beamed ceiling, with iron rings every three feet screwed into the beams, perfect for hanging a man from. A large standing St. Andrews wooden cross capable of holding a tall man stretched and captive, a four-foot-long black leather covered fuck bench,  a free standing wooden stock with head hole and two hand holes, on the wall hangs leather floggers, belts, single tail whips, gas masks , leather straight jacket, coils of poly/cotton rope in different measured length, and a six foot high metal cabinet , all decorate the walls. In other words, everything you need to train a Military slave.

I kneel and release the rope binding his feet to his hands and his unbound feet go crashing down, toe first to the deck with a loud thud which no one hears except me and the bewildered LT.

“Get up LT, Sir, we’re going for a little walk”.

“What’s going on, where are you taking me…who are you and why are you doing this to me?” He pleads. I do something I have wanted to do since he insulted me back at the barracks, I double up my right fist and slam it to his midsection causing him to double over in pain and sink to his knees. I pull him to his feet, his hands still tied behind his back and put my shoulder to his belly lift and easily carry him to the rear of the warehouse.

Well, the son of a bitch young stud of a LT. hasn’t caught on yet. He can’t see me because of his blindfold, so he doesn’t know who I am but he will when I’m ready to reveal myself.

You know, there’s something special about a young, blond, and obliviously worked out and sweated up pup of a Second Lieutenant that  gets my balls in an uproar. He smells like fresh meat, sweat soaking his underarms, that enticing man stink sticking to the tight fitting white undershirt he’s wearing. You got to believe that his tightly whites are stained with piss and has brown track marks in the seat. Oh yeah, the young and delightfully smelly.

“Well, my smart assed Lieutenant you have the honor of being the first Marine Officer slave to grace my handily equipped dungeon. You’re going to love it Sir. jail cells, urinals, wash basin, toilet bowl, all the comforts of home, so welcome home Sir”.

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Readers stay tuned for part 3 when a HOT Air Force Major enters the picture and becomes yet another victim of the crazed Military Policeman.