The Drunk Colonel

So here he is, bent over, Cammie trousers and white boxer shorts puddled around the shafts of his combat boots. Two unblemished white marble like mounds of man flesh covered in a light dusting of pinkish hair disappearing into the sweated-up valley that no man has ever trod. Head and hands secured in their wooden prison, the key to the padlocks that trapped him in my pocket.

 Corporal Dickinson and I moved the Lt. earlier to one of the jail cells and left him hogtied on the deck, making the long wooden table available for our next guest.

 “Well, Major…looks like I have you exactly where I want you.” I say walking up behind my bent over prey using both hands to survey the rump roast I have trapped.

 I can feel the warmth generated by his anxiety heating up my palms as I slowly stroke both sides of his ass, allowing the side of my right hand to saw into and part his mountains of flesh, lean in sniff and kiss both.

 “Get your fucking hands off my ass you God dammed faggot!” …” What kind of sissy Marine queer are you anyway?” He shouts, his angry words echoing and bouncing off the black walls of my dungeon.

 I can smell the sweat dripping from his hairy pits and his ass crack, the masculine straight sweat that only a heterosexual male can produce, I can smell the Parade boot polish on his combats, smell the acrid ass scent calling to me to, and I am hungry.

 “Major Sir...do you mind if I get a taste of your sweat smelling pussy hole?... I am so fucking hungry.”

 “Stay off me queer boy…leave me the fuck alone, I am not like you, you’re a sick man and if it’s the last thing I do on this earth, I’m going to send your sick ass to prison for life!”

 “Oh Major, I am so scared” I say, reach between his legs to latch onto his thick nine-inch dick that is involuntarily inflating as I handle it gently…treating it like a new born baby. His large hairy testicles hanging low and caressing the tops of my hands.

 I knell down behind him, spread his hard ass cheeks apart with calloused hands. And there it is, his tiny pinkish pucker winking at me. There is no way I’m not going to chow down on his tempting meaty prize. I lean in, my nose leading the way, nudging his tightening rose bud, suck into my lungs the scent of straight ass as the tip of my tongue tickles the bud causing it to close as tight as it can to guard this straight man’s dignity. I push through his back door entering to taste the inside of his fuck hole. I’m swabbing, spitting and sucking at the same time. My face is covered with his butt sweat as I nuzzle, kissing his pucker.  

 I’ve eaten a lot of male pussy in my time, but this one is different somehow. The taste is all primal male, almost smoky tasting. I add a little suction, hawk spit into him at the same time, push inward to swirl my tongue deep inside his ass channel, suck around his anal ring lapping and gently chewing on it to loosen it and get him ready to take my Marine dick.

 My hands continue to spread his hard ass mounds apart, my face solidly glued inside his trench.

 “No! No! STOP! STOP! Get off me, get off me…Don’t do that! STOP! He cries aloud.

 “Dickinson, come here and shove your dick in his mouth and shut him up!”

 The Corporal answers quickly, “Yes Sir on my way Sir!” arrives, stands in front of our captured prize, unbuttons his camo trousers, fishes his hard-Marine eight inches out, grabs the Major by his red hair, yanks his head up then plants a firm kiss on the Majors lips. “How you doing Sir? And again, that disarming smile. Uses his thumb to pry the Majors mouth open and pinch the nose closed. “Bite me and you’ll be sorry pretty damn quick Major!”

 He paints the lips with pre-cum and enters the Majors mouth shutting him up for now. Sinks his dick all the way to his hairy balls all the while looking over the Majors head at me for approval.

 “Good job Marine…hold it there until I get my dick inside the Major.”

 I have this totally straight military man locked down, who would kill me if he could. Oh, he’s dangerous, no doubt about that, and strong with a worked-out body but he’s under my control and I intend to train him to the whip if I have to. Fact is, I could kill him and no one would ever be the wiser, but that’s not the reason he’s here. He’s here because as soon as I saw him in the air terminal I knew I was going to own this mountain of male flesh, full stop. And now I have him.

 I continue to eat out the most delicious male pussy I have ever tasted, getting him ready. I nod to the Corporal who disengages from the Major, reaches in his back pocket and shoves his bandanna into the Major’s mouth to shut him up. Dickinson buttons up, walks over to the wall and retrieves two coils of rope, goes over and stands behind the Colonel, puts both of his hands-on Conroy’s shoulders saying…

 “Cross your hands behind your back Sir, we’re going to have us a little fun.” And with that he wraps a long length of rope around the crossed wrists and binds them tightly…grabs the confused man behind his neck and guides him over to one of the jail cells, opens the door and pushes him in. He lands on a single bed with an undressed mattress face down as Dickinson takes hold of Conroy’s booted feet, crosses the ankles and binds the shafts leaving enough rope to pull his feet back over the ass, resting the boot heels on the hard mounds and hogties his boots to his hands leaving him face down on the mattress.

 “I have your lunch ready to be served Colonel, hope you’re good and hungry because my Marine nuts are filled to the brim and I got to have some relief.”

 He stands at the head of the bed, boots planted wide and hauls out his thick eight-inch poker, the mushroom head is already slick and swollen, beads of clear pre-cum oozing out of the slit. He pulls Conroy’s head to his crotch. “Here you go Sir…you look half starved for lunch.” He smears the lips with the slick head pushing open the Colonels mouth and enters.

 Slowly he moves his hips back and forth, not leaving the Colonel’s hot watering mouth. It looks like he’s doing some kind of sexy dance as his hips and ass move like clock- work, grinding in and out of the Colonels welcoming mouth hole. It doesn’t take more than ten or so pushes until he rises up on booted toes, throws his head back and yells “OOO Rah dick sucker, take my Marine load!” And shoots volley after volley of his sperm into the Colonel’s mouth watching him swallow his hot lunch, smacking and licking his lips to get any stragglers that may have escaped.

 I’m watching Dickinson handle the Colonel, taking complete control of his superior officer and I say, “Dickinson, take the key ring off the wall, find the correct key and lock that cell door…he’s in for the duration.”

 “Yes Sir.” He says smiling, while stuffing his deflating cock back into his trousers. He finds the correct key and locks the cell door, then closes the short distance between us, drops to his knees and grabs the back of my boots and kisses both then stands with both hands behind his back, cocks his head, those beautiful blue eyes staring into mine, his thin lips slightly parted. I take the back of his head and pull him into my face and devour his mouth, then his face, licking and nibbling his neck, his ears, leaving angry red marks from suction and biting on the side of his neck. I’m so into it and so excited that I slap his face several times leaving angry hand marks on both cheeks.

 “Thank you, Sir.” He utters, soothing both cheeks with open palms.

 “I’m going to teach you how to handle men and turn them into anything you desire, so just stick with me and you’ll be the better man for it when I finish training you.”

 “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

 I walk over to the Major, reach up with both hands and cradle his chin in my palms, pull his secured head as far as his wooden collar permits and kiss first his forehead, then both cheeks and finally pry open his mouth with my insistent tongue to go inside of this tower of straight masculinity to suck his spit into my mouth savoring it causing my dick to begin inflating down my trouser leg.

 “Damn Major, you smell and taste so good, a meal waiting to be enjoyed…take a look to your left if you can…see those two jail cells? Well, one of them is going to be your new home…that’s right, you’re going to vanish into thin air…you belong to me my hung like a horse fly boy, and I’m going to enjoy every inch of this hot body of yours, from head to toe, so just resign yourself to the fact that you are going to be my favorite military fuck toy.”

 I can’t contain myself any loner as I go the short distance around him to stand behind his inert body. Oh baby! My Marine dick is almost screaming to me to get inside this straight ass. I relent holding my hard shaft, push the swollen head between his ass mounds and hold there for a few seconds savoring the heat generated by his body, then give my dick a hard push as his tight ring gives up the battle and relents and my dick head breaches his anal ring, pops in to enters his private kingdom.

 “You God damned mother fucker…oh Shit! Oh Shit! He yells out trembling in his wooden prison, his legs going stiff, his hands jerking in their wooden cell, then his shit channel clamps tightly around my fuck stick almost cutting off the blood flow in my wrecking bar. I push all the way in until my balls are nestled next to his sweating body.

 “Now, this was worth waiting for you hot piece of fuck meat...I’m going into this straight tight ass of yours every day, probably several times a day until I have it trained to welcome my enlisted dick whenever I want a good fuck.”

 I begin a slow and easy drive into and out of his fuck hole, pulling my battering ram all the way out, then slamming it right back in, nudging his prostate with the swollen head, creating a rhythm worthy of a symphony.

 Sweat is dripping off the tip of my nose as I grab his hips and savagely ravage this untapped resource finally catching my breath, to exhale in a wild snort and begin firing bullet after bullet of my sperm into him.

 After catching my breath, I pull my hard boner out of his battered hole and walk around the wooden stock holding my fly boy to present my cum covered cock to him. “Clean me off fly boy.”

 He shakes his head, moving it side to side to avoid my slick cock, his lips tightly clinched. “Get that thing away from me…I’m not going to clean my ass hole off your dick!”

 “Oh, I think you will soon enough because I’m going to teach you some manners…when I give you an order you will jump to and obey!”

 “Corporal get over here and help me get this stubborn ass hole up on the St. Andrews Cross…I’m going to give him a reality check!”

 I hand Dickinson the keys to the padlocks locking down our captive Major. He removes the padlocks, raises the wooden slab from the Majors neck and hands, tosses the keys to me, pulls him to a standing positing and locks an arm around the stubborn buck’s neck, dragging him over to the standing Cross, we force him to stand facing it, raise his arms pulling his hands up to stainless steel cuffs and lock his hands, grab his ankles and pull them wide and clamp steel cuffs around them.

 His strong muscled legs are spread so wide that you can see the Major’s cock and balls hanging down between them. He looks like the statue of Michael Angelo’s David, but straining on the Cross, the muscles in his back rippling, sweat running down and dripping into his ass crack.

 “Corporal fetch me the single tail.”

 “Yes, Sir.”

 He brings the six feet long narrow black leather whip and hands it to me. I take the handle, raise my arm above my head and snap the whip into the air causing a loud crack that sounds like a lighting flash.

 Standing close to the spread-out victim, speak into his right ear softly “Are you ready to clean me off, or do you want what I have in my hand?

 “FUCK YOU!”

 My dick is straining hard out of my trousers, dripping clear drops, his ass funk still visible on the bloated head.

 “As you wish!”

 I raise my right hand holding the single tail over my head and slam the snake down over his back and ass. CRACK…CRACK…WHAP!

 He screams a blood curdling scream shaking his head side to side, tensing the ass muscles that received the most strokes. CRACK…WHAP…CRACK!  Again, crying into the still room. CRACK…WHAP! There is no blood, just some crazy crossed patterns over his back and ass cheeks.

 He slumps supported by the steel cuff closed over wrists. Even as his muscled body is limp he still looks like a God hanging before me.

 I can see puddles of his cum on the deck between his spread feet. The hot fucker involuntarily ejaculated while I was whipping him. I’m thinking to myself that I need to look into that aspect of his nature.

 “Corporal get over here and clean up this mess.”

 Dickinson jumps to my command and goes down between the Majors spread legs and hungrily licks up his cum, turning his head up smiling at me.

 “Corporal help me get him into the empty cell for the night.”

 We remove the cuffs holding him to the Cross and together drag him toward the empty cell, his cameo trousers and white boxers cling to the shafts of his combats, the toes of his boots leaving two streaks on the deck behind him. We haul his limp body to the open cell door then   inside and onto the mattress, face up.

 He’s out cold from his ordeal on the Cross and looks like he’s in a deep sleep. That big dick of his laying to the side and drooping between two muscled things, the head resting on the soiled mattress.

 I squat and unlace both boots, pull the first one off and place the open top over my face, the toe facing the deck. If you were standing in front of me you would see what looks like a Long Ranger mask covering the bottom half of my face, just my eyes showing above the black leather boot shaft.

 The hot male foot and leather scent attacks my face, filling my lungs with it’s delicious aroma. I savor the smell of his clean and sweated up military socks and warm boot leather, a scent that I have always loved. I do the same to the other boot, then tie the boot laces together and sling them over my shoulder, one hanging down my chest and the other over my left shoulder.

 

“Get a good night’s sleep Major you’re going to need it for what I have planned for you tomorrow. “

  I pull his Cammie trousers, and shorts off together with his fragrant socks, leaving only his blouse in place, walk to the cabinet between the two jail cells and grab a Marine Corps woolen blanket, return and throw it over his prone body. I leave the jail cell with most of his uniform, take the key ring off the wall, find the right key then lock his cell door.

 “Dickinson, go and untie the Colonel, he can’t sleep hogtied all night we are going to need him tomorrow.”

 “Yes Sir…on my way.”

 “You will need to bring our prisoners breakfast in the morning, that will be your task Corporal, so stop at one of those fast food joints and get a bag full of breakfast biscuits and coffee, and bring enough for the two of us, we’re going to need our energy.”

 “Yes Sir, will do…do you need me for anything this evening Sir?”

 “Good thinking Dickinson…grab about six coils of rope, I want to start teaching you some things you will need to know, and by the way, what do you think about Corporal O’Connor?”

 “Corporal O’Connor? well I got a good look at his dick a few weeks ago when he hauled it out standing next to me in the head, and I have to say Sargent Sir, it’s one fine piece of meat he has there…looks to be about a seven-inch dick and thick.”

 “Get him on your cell and tell him to stand by because you’re going to swing by the Station and pick him up and bring him to my apartment in town. Make certain that he’s still in his uniform, not civvies…tell him it’s an order and never mind that I have to meet my girlfriend shit…just get him there.”

 “Yes Sir…you can count on me, I’ll get him there even if I have to knock him out and carry him over my shoulder to our party.”

 “Good boy…I knew I could count on you…we’re going to turn this mother fucker and bend him our way, so get ready for a hot evening.”

 “Yes Sir…my dick is already talking to me…I’ve dreamed about him a few times, but in my dreams, he’s always fucking me.”

 “No worries there Dickinson…once we get some rope on him, he belongs to us.”

 “Yum Sargent…I’ll get him there.”

 I use the staff sedan to drive to my apartment in town. It’s located in a desolate part of the city all the way to the rear of fifteen one story cinder block buildings built in the late 60’s. The apartments are occupied by prostitutes, drug dealer’s and welfare families. My unit is located in the rear near the banks of a shallow stream, and private.

 

The apartment is two bedrooms and one bath, with a small narrow kitchen with a single window and door to the outside opening onto a crumbling concrete slab. It’s sparsely furnished with pieces from several used furniture and junk stores. The floors are covered in cheap stained beige wall to wall carpet that should have been replaced several years earlier. Mini blinds cover all the windows, there are no curtains, just the dust covered off white blinds.  All the walls are painted Navajo white turning grayish. A long three cushions early American sofa covered in tattered yellow and green plaid fabric sits in front of a large picture window. Maple tables on each of the sofa, have a single narrow drawer. Two tall purple eggplant shaped lamps with faded and tattered beige shades occupy the table tops. There are two uncomfortable green and yellow plaid matching chairs each with sagging seat and back cushions facing the sofa and a long solid maple coffee table positioned between.

 Both bedrooms have large queen-sized beds dressed in dark blue sheets and pillow cases with matching coverlets. There are two slender windows with mini blinds and a shallow closet with tall sliding doors with a single hanging clothes bar. Each bed has a dark wood non-descript side table with two drawers.

 Several khaki and green uniforms, including Dress Blues hang in clear plastic bags with five starched cameo uniforms hanging next to them. The shelf above has several military covers and of course the white cover that goes with the Blues.

 On the floor under the uniforms are two pairs of sandy colored desert type rough out combat boots, three pairs of black leather Cochran jump boots with zippers on the outside of each boot shaft, a pair of black Tony Lama cowboy boots with high heels and pointed toes, a pair of brown alligator cowboy boots, and a pair of white Fila vintage high top sneakers, and of course, Major Fielding’s spit polished combats.

 That’s right, I collect boots and sundry foot gear from my sex partners, confiscate them would be a better use of the word. Whenever I take on a new fuck I always help myself to his underwear and foot gear, just my thing, my hobby so to speak. Good for jacking off in the days to follow.

 My cell buzzes in my side pocket and I answer the caller. “Yeah, what is it?”

 “Sergeant I have Corporal O’Connor sitting next to me and we’re headed in your direction, we should be there if about fifteen or twenty minutes…anything I should know or pick up on my way?”

 “No, just get that tall straight Marine here and I’ll take care of everything else…and oh yes, pick up a fifth of Jack Daniels and I’ll reimburse you when you get here.”

 “Will do Sergeant…see you in a few.”

 I’m going to get this Marine good and drunk. That’s the only way I will ever get my dick up his ass. It’s going to be a slow and classic seduction, every romantic and very slow, that’s the ticket. After all, it is Friday night and he has nowhere to be until Monday morning roll call, or I could take care of that little problem myself, and keep him longer.

 The wait seems like hours, but is only thirty minutes or so. I use the time to clean three tall glasses and put out a deep dish of dry roasted peanuts.

 Finally, I hear a knock on the front door and answer it. The two most handsome Marines on planet earth are standing side by side. Tall, and confident, smiling, at ease, it seems almost like a dream to see Corporal O’Connor in my door way standing next to my new Marine slave.

 “Good…you’re here…come on inside we have some business to take care of and some relaxing to get into.”

 Dickinson hands me the paper bag holding the JD and I drape my free arm over Corporal O’Connor’s shoulder guiding him inside.

 “What’s up Sergeant? Something come up that I need to know about?”

 “That’s correct Corporal…but first things first Dickinson, pour us three fingers of Jack and let’s relax for a few before I get into why you’re here.”

 “Will do Sergeant.” He says as he accepts the paper sack holding the liquor and heads into the kitchen to pour three fingers of Jack.

 “Sit down O’Connor and put your boots up on the coffee table and relax, this might be a long evening.”

 He cocks his head, smiling and looks at me saying. “Sergeant, I have to pick up Faith around five o’clock for dinner.”

 “O’Connor, call her now and tell her that you can’t meet her for dinner and that you will call her when we finish up here, might be several hours or more.”

 “Sergeant, is there no way I can get out of here tonight and meet her later?”

 “Marine…we’re going to take whatever time it takes to get through this and that’s the end of the conversation…so just relax and go with the flow.”

 “Yes Sergeant…if that’s the way it’s going to be I have no choice in the matter.”

 He pulls his cell out and walks into the kitchen to make his call, finishes up and returns to the living room while putting his phone away.

“Now you’re catching on…so do as I said and sit down, put your boots up and relax…and that’s an order!”

 “10-4 Sergeant…I got it.”

 He sits down on my ugly sofa, lifts his spit shined boots and crosses them at the ankle. I can see the resolve in his face, as those dark brown eyes survey his surroundings. This is his first time visiting my seedy apartment and I can detect a slight sign of pity for me.

Dickinson returns with three classes half-filled, a sign that he wants things to get started, and hands them around.

 I raise my glass saying, “To the Corps…OOO Rah.”

 All three of us turn up our glasses and take a gulp. O’Connor downs most of his while the two of us hold back a little.

 “Wow!” O’Connor says…I needed that…it’s been a long day and Faith has been on my ass all week to start searching for a house and I’m worn out!”

 He’s beginning to relax and leans back getting more comfortable. Dickinson returns to the kitchen and brings the bottle of Jack back with him, pours the Corporal another stiff shot, then sits the bottle down on the coffee table.

 I’ve been standing in front of and looking down at O’Connor watching him down another mouth full of Jack. I come around and sit next to him with my arm over the back of the sofa. It’s easy to see that he’s getting into the alcohol and getting drunk faster than I thought he might.

 Dickinson sits down on one of the chairs opposite the two of us and puts his boots up on the coffee table next to O’Connor’s boots and taps them with the side of one of his boots, you can hear a soft leather to leather hollow kind of sound. The Corporal looks over to Dickinson smiling as he raises his glass and takes another long chug.

 I send the palm of my hand to surround the back of O’Connor’s warm neck, brushing up and down feeling his high n tight haircut, a part of the Marine Corps that all Marines are in love with. He gives me a sideways look smiling as he drops his chin down in a relaxed position, his chin near his clavicle. He’s smiling and breathing slowly in and out indicating the he is getting well into the Jack. His eyes are closed.

 Dickinson starts to rise but I hold my hand up signaling that I will let him know when the time is right.

 “How you doing Corporal?” I say…” You getting relaxed?” “Feeling ok?”

 His eyes still closed, his lips part slightly and says “Yes Sir Dad I’m ok”

 My dick becomes instantly hard as steel when he uttered those words, and I might say, the most unexpected words I thought I would ever hear out of his sweet mouth.

 Dickinson is grinning from ear to ear while he massages the bulge in his Cammie’s looking straight at me.

 I hold my hand up again indicating for him to stay put as I scoot closer to the Corporal, use the back of my hand to caress the side of his face as he turns his head toward me. He opens his eyes, smiles then closes his eyes again. I can feel the body heat he’s generating, smell his manly scent, the soap he showered with earlier in the day, his sweated-up pits.

 “How about another shot son?” “You up for it Marine?”

 He nods his head and opens his eyes to watch Dickinson pour another three fingers of Jack into his glass. Lifts the glass to his lips saying in muted tones “OOO Rah to the Corps” then slams down the entire glass of booze.

 I take the glass from his hand and place it on the side table nearest to me. His head lays on my shoulder as I lift his mouth to mine and kiss his thin lips using my tongue to caress them, urging the tip just inside of his warm mouth to taste the saliva mixed with Jack Daniels, the sweetness of both combined sends a shiver down my spine and quickly finds its way to my crotch.

 “I love you Sergeant…you remind me of my Dad…are you going to do what my Dad does to me?”  He slurs.

 “What does your Dad do to you Sean?”

 “He loves me and takes care of me all the time when I need it.”

 I take my hand from the back of his neck and move it slowly over his chest and down to his thigh to rub and squeeze, finding my way to his bulge to feel his dick hardening under my palm.

 “That feels so good Dad” he slurs…are we going to play?”

 “Do you have something to show Dad Sean?”

 “Yes, Sir Dad…I got a whopper. “Want to see it?”

 “Yes son…show Dad what you have down there.”

 “I got a big one Dad…the kind you like…I like it when you do things to it.”

 I curl my index finger in a come here motion to Dickinson, he stand up quickly comes over and kneels next to Sean.

 “Corporal take his dick out and let’s get a good look at it.”

 Ryan unbuttons his office mates Cammie trousers, reaches inside and comes up with a seven-inch circumcised Marine dick, the piss slit is leaking pre-that is running down the head and onto the Ryan’s hand. He licks the pre-cum from his fingers, goes down and swirls his tongue around the swollen head then takes the head into his mouth to savor his Marine pal’s manly essence.

 Sean O’Connor is moaning as he holds his work mates head in both hands and begins to pump his hips going deeper into the others mouth finally striking the gag reflexes., then deeper until Dickinson begins to gag and couch. He relents and removes his hands from Dickinson’s head.

 “Don’t you want my load Dad?”

 That’s where I step in and say “No save that for later son…this is going to be a long night”

 “Ok Dad…I’ll save it.”

 O’Connor’s head finds the back of the sofa and hits it fairly hard, slumping, his mouth hanging slightly open, he begins a peaceful snore and let’s go of the world. He’s fast asleep.

 I straighten up and sit side ways next to this sleeping prince. Both of my hands working to unbutton his Cammie blouse, pull him to a sitting position and remove it, then raise his arms to pull his white undershirt over his head.

 Dickinson comes over and sits on the other side of our new playmate, leans across the sleeping prince and delivers a tender kiss to my lips.

Both of us have raging hards between our legs and both of us are massaging our bulges.

 “Sergeant…we got him!”

 “We sure as hell do Ryan…we got him.”

 “Help me get him into the bedroom down the hall on the left.”

 Dickinson takes both of Sean’s hands and pulls him forward to his feet, not in a standing position since O’Connor’s knees are slightly bent, but up enough so that he can put his shoulder to Sean’s stomach and lift him over his shoulder to carry him to the bedroom. I walk slightly in front of him holding one of Sean’s boots in my hand. I can feel his boot laces tickling the palm of my hand and smell the heated black leather.

 

The Corporal is dead to the world as Dickinson places him easily face down on the middle of the bed. “Ryan, toss me a couple coils of rope”, which he does quickly, since they are laying in a pile on his side of the bed at his feet. “watch how I tie his wrists.”

 I pull Sean’s hands over the center of his back, cross them and tie tightly, then down to the bottom of the bed, wind the rope several times around the shafts, then between to knot off and secure our prey.

 I open the drawer in the side table and take out a black leather blindfold, lift Sean’s head, place it over his eyes and buckle the straps in the back then stand back up, next to Ryan who speaks.

 “Damn Boss…not in a million years did I think this was possible…look at him he says adoringly.”

 “Yes, I know…now all we have to do is transport him to our dungeon, and there will never be a better time than now since it’s getting dark.”

 

“Corporal…reach in that drawer and fish out the wide grey tape, we need to make certain to keep our catch nice and quiet should he come to in route.”

 “Yes, Sir Boss…I’m on it.”

 He opens the door and finds the tape and tosses it to me. I lift Corporal O’Connor’s head and wrap the tape twice over his mouth tearing it off.

 It’s dark enough now to get our Marine stud over to the dungeon.

 “Ryan, I’m going to back the sedan up to the front door and open the trunk…you get our sexy prey over your shoulders and stow him in the trunk.” I say watching him lift Sean over his shoulder patting him on his firm ass.

 It’s just a matter of minutes until we have him locked in the trunk and on our way to the dungeon. It takes only twenty minutes or so since the traffic has practically died off to arrive at the warehouse.

 The deserted old warehouse area is deadly quiet. No one has any reason to come out this way making it easy to haul Sean’s trussed up body inside the warehouse and down the stairs to the dungeon.

 I hit the light switch illuminating the interior. It’s quiet and a little spooky. Ryan eases Sean carefully onto the top of the wooden table face down, he’s still drunk and out of it, still bound, blindfolded, and gagged.

I now have three military slaves, four if you count my right-hand man Corporal Ryan Dickinson. I’m thinking to myself that this might be a good time to give our prisoners a show, let them know what they are going to be facing in the coming weeks. I know that Ryan has an itchy butt channel and it needs to be filled, so why not put on a show?

 

All of our prisoners are awaking now. The Lieutenant is struggling in his hogtie, face down on the deck moaning out loud and shouts “Hey! Somebody untie me…my arms are killing me…please…please!”

 “Ryan… make him a little more comfortable, but leave his hands tied behind his back.”

 “Yes, Sir, on my way.”

 He enters the jail cell, kneels and releases the Lt’s hands from his feet causing his Bates shoes go crashing to the deck toe first. I watch Ryan pull the Lt. to his feet and sit him down on the rickety cot to give him an unobstructed view of the rest of my dungeon.

 Ryan comes out of the jail cell and locks the door. Twirling the large metal ring, swaggering, holding the keys over his index finger before replacing the ring on the black wall.

 “Come here boy.” I say as he approaches to stand in front of me, hands behind his back. I reach for his mouth and pinch his lips into a pucker, haul off and strike his face with my open palm, his head snaps back, he’s trying to shake off my stinging slap. I pull him to me and devour his face angrily, forcing my tongue into his mouth, holding his hands behind his back with my sheer strength, raise my leg and knee him just above his groin sending him into a bent over position. Releasing his hands, I crook my right arm around his neck and squeeze, pulling him over to the black leather covered fuck bench. All of my prisoners are looking intently as the scene unfolds.

 I slap the back of his neck saying, “Pull your Cammie’s down to your boots and get your fucking ass up on the bench and present your Marine ass to me, which he does quickly saying nothing as he scrambles to obey my order, gets his knees up on the padded lower rung of the bench.  And waits…

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Dear readers, I hope you are enjoying this adventure into male bonding and everything that goes with it. Stay tuned for the entry of Sean O’Connor’s former Marine Corps Dad and some father to son incest. This could get very interesting. And remember to rate this chapter and comment, as it will greatly appreciate. Chapter 5 to appear soon.