A Sequel
It’s 0100 HRS Saturday morning. I’m standing in our kitchen enjoying the mug of the fresh coffee I brewed shortly after coming up from the dungeon. The major is gagged with a wide black paddle gag and handcuffed, hands behind his back in one of the two metal cages. He’s still naked except for the jungle boots I left on his feet. He’s exhausted and week after the ordeal I put him through last night, and recovering from the large amount of JD he consumed. The horse cock he is so proud of hangs down, the head resting on the thick mattress on the bottom of his enclosure, viscous clear discharge dried forms a transparent hood for the helmet of his dangerous weapon.
He’s uninjured, however, the lips of his man cunt are stretched and tender. They give him little or no pain. Still he remains on his knees, although he could sit if he wanted. He stays there the way I left him, cuffed and gagged. I remember full well his raised eyebrows and wide green eyes as I put the padlock on the door to his cage, turned and left him alone to consider his situation.
Standing in the kitchen sipping coffee I replay last night’s movie indelibly engraved on my brain. The haughty and handsome redheaded Air Force Major, cum dried around his loose sphincter. My powerful hands gripping his thick muscular shoulders as I propel him to his knees, and cuff his hands behind his back and force the black leather paddle gag into his mouth and buckle it behind his head. The look of surprise registered on his face, those brilliant green eyes searching mine.
That fleeting moment in time reminded me of a young boy I knew when I was growing up in rural Pennsylvania. The sixteen-year old play pal of mine, Peter was caught by his father stealing five dollars from his dad’s wallet to pay for a movie in town. The burly farmer dragged the protesting teen through two tall wooden doors of the two-story barn as I watched. The interior was piled high with bails of stacked hay. I looked through a knot hole in one of the rough honed unpainted boards, as the farmer instructed his tall, yearling of a boy to undress which he did slowly, standing naked and trembling. He watched his father unwind the wide black leather belt from around his waist, double it over, slap a stretched-out palm to send an ominous sound bouncing off of bare barn walls.
“Please Pa DON’T -- I’m SORRY I took your money, PLEASE forgive me, I’ve never done anything like that before and I swear to God that I will never do it again!”
His dad approached the tall lad standing naked and shaking. The wide leather belt dangling from his right hand, a look of utter disgust frozen on his grizzled face, his eyes ablaze with uncontrollable anger as he spoke into the silent interior. “I didn’t raise no THIEF no GODDAMNED sniveling THIEF to steal from me, you’ll remember this beating for the rest of your life when I FINISH up with you, you’ll never do ANYTHING like this again!”
I couldn’t watch anymore pulling away from my peep hole. I just heard the horrifying sound of leather against tender flesh and the wailing coming from my friend Peter. His cries of anguish and continue pleading falling on death ears.
Snapping out of my reverie my mind refocuses on the prize I have stored in our dungeon. I’ll have to make breakfast for him, but I’m determined to leave him in bondage even if it means I have to feed him like an infant. I’m willing to do that to keep him locked up for the remainder of this long weekend. Monday is a holiday so that gives me one more day of exacting pleasure from his ruggedly fit body. I’ll worry about what happens on Tuesday on Tuesday when I will have to release him for duty. But not before that.
I go about making scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, and a steaming mug of black coffee, put it on a tray with raised sides and make the short trip down into our dungeon. The Major turns his head and watches as I enter and sit the tray down on a substantial wooden table near his cage.
“Looks like it’s time to feed the stock, you hungry Major” He nods his head slowly in a yes, surveying my every movement. I stand in front of the door to his cage, reach down with my key and open the padlock, swinging the door open. “Crawl out, it’s feeding time.” On his knees, he leaves his cage home slowly and comes cautiously toward me in short steps on his knees. He stops in front of me looking up into my eyes pleading for me to unbuckle his gag and remove it from his mouth.
The first thing I do is retrieve metal leg cuffs hanging on a nearby wall, return and cuff both boots together, there is a one foot chain between both cuffs. Even after I remove the cuffs behind his back he won’t get very far with both boots cuffed like this. I stand behind him and remove the cuffs from his wrist then the gag. “Ok come over here and sit at the table and have your breakfast.” I say dragging a sturdy wooden chair over to the table. He makes his way over to the chair and sits. Picks up the fork provided for him, but no knife. I watch as he devours the eggs, bacon and toast and sips the black coffee with relish. He remains silent while he eats, finishes up then speaks to me.
“Now what Scott, you got something else planned for me this morning?”
“You bet I do, I’ve just begun, the sun hasn’t even come up yet, and we got a long Saturday ahead of us. I’m going to provide for you what your drunken mind demanded last night, the only difference is you’re going to be wide awake this time so I can show you exactly who you truly are, you getting that?”
“Who I am is a United States Air Force Major and who you are is a disgraced former Marine Sergeant I took in out of pity and this is how you repay me for my generosity you ungrateful asshole!” He says imperiously.
“Took me in out of PITY, TOOK ME IN OUT OF PITY! -- I saved your ass from Sergeant Collins. Who the HELL knew what he would have done to you eventually, WHO THE HELL. FUCKING TOOK ME IN OUT OF PITY?’ My shouting at him seals his mouth for the time being.
“Now that’s gonna cost you dearly my friend. Is that what you’re up to? Trying to goad me into stretching you out on the cross like you’ve done countless young Airmen. To beat the living shit outtaya? is that what this is all about? because if it is, I’m the man ready to haul your sorry ass up on that cross and draw some blood!”
“You ain’t got the NERVE to do shit like that to an officer of the US Air Force!”
“You mean, like you didn’t have the nerve to geld Sergeant Collins and leave him a useless human wreck, you mean like that?” His eyes are nearly bulging from their socket as he spits his fiery response toward me, spittle flying from his mouth to land on the deck at his feet.
“That was DIFFERENT! He deserved everything he got, he was a slaver dealing in naïve young Marines. He sold those men into God only know what, he DESERVED it! HE DESERVED it!”
“Maybe he did deserve it, but you know what Major, that simple act of barbarism on your part marked you for life and anything that I do to you while I hold you captive, you sure as fuck DESERVE, so shut that sanctimonious mouth of yours, or I’ll shut it for you!”
He is paralyzed into silence, still sitting at my small breakfast table and watches as I approach him, unbutton my Cammie trouser fly and haul out my heavy piece which is begging to inflate in my hand, the head ballooned with blood and starting to leak pre. I encourage the flow causing its slimy presence to slick up my Marine fuck tool.
“This is the finishing course of your breakfast, you know, the cum meal you love feeding me every morning, well, here it is. I’ve saved up quite a feast for you this early Saturday morning, and if I feel any teeth, you’ll lose them. Did you get that last part cock sucker?”
“I yeah got it, I got it.” He speaks softly, almost inaudibly, head hanging down looking defeated.
“Good, turn around, grab my ass cheeks and guide this fuck piece into that lonesome face hole of yours, give this Marine some tongue love, I’ll tell you when your reward is on its way, get to sucking!”
I stand, both of my hands on the back of his red crew cut looking down on him as he gobbles up my Marine meat. He uses his tongue to play with the underside of the swollen head, then repositions his lips enclosing the helmet. I do feel teeth, but the slight biting on the head is stimulating and erotic causing my prostate to release its first offering of lubricating gel. He increases the suction, his humming causing even more pre-to leak down the underside, coating his lips with its transparency.
“That’s right cock sucker, eat the cock meat you’ve been craving ever since we arrived here. I’ve watched you when you thought I was outta the house. I’ve seen your face down in one of my combats sucking up my Marine Corps boot sweat, even seen you fuck that boot. Looks like I got myself a Zoomie pig.”
I’m looking down on his head, boots spread in an at ease stance. My fingers tangled in red hair as he sucks and nurses, bobbles up and down on my stiff erection. His sweaty palms forming a tight cup to hold my hairy scrotum in a death grip, pushing both full eggs down to the bottom of their sack.
I feel the urge and tingling in my feet, and legs as the sensation begins traveling upward targeting the nuggets he has trapped in his clenched fist. “Let go of my nuts fuck face, your meal is on its way!”
He looks up at me. The smile around my stiff rocket looks angelic, but I know he’s no angel. He wants to eat my cum. I can sense it in every nuanced movement of his head, he’s urging me to unload down his throat, desperate to taste my grunt cum. He’s hungry. I watch from my position above, saliva running down his chin. as he sucks and hums around my swollen Marine dick. He is not patient. He is eager.
“Eat me Major, I got a pint of grade AAA Marine Corps dick food for you, so enjoy it you FUCKING PIG, there’s a lot more where this came from.” I rise on my toes, butt muscles clenched, legs almost trembling and shoot lightning bolts of warm sperm into his holding chamber. He retains puddles on his tongue to savor its tangy, pungent flavor before swallowing. Then gulps it down.
I come down slowly from my high but continue to hold his face snugly against my crotch allowing my cock to deflate inside of its new home. He continues to play with his new toy attempting to bring it back to life. But I’m finished up for the time being.
I pull out and smear the head across his thin lips noticing him stick the tip of his tongue out to pick up and stragglers left behind. I know now that no matter what develops on Tuesday he will remember his subservience to his Marine grunt, and it will stick with him forever and ever, I have no doubt about that.
“Stand up big boy were going over to the cross for your daily flogging which starts this morning. By the time Tuesday rolls around I believe I’ll have you tenderized and craving the next episode, and the next and the next.
I grab him by the back of his neck and propel him toward the standing St. Andrews Cross at the end of the room. He takes measured steps toward the cross. The chain between the cuffs on his boots limiting him from doing otherwise. The dungeon is silent, save for the rattling of the short shackle connecting his boot cuffs.
“You can’t be serious. You know you’re not going to do this. What the HELL man, you know better, you’re NOT going to do this!” His commanding voice vibrates, bounces off every wall.
There is the lingering aroma of leather, sweat and fresh timber hanging in the still dungeon air. Broad heavy beams stand like centennials six feet apart across the ceiling add their pine fragrance to the heady mixture. Steel rings four feet apart bored into the beams are in waiting for the next heavy victim to hang from them like sides of beef.
“I watched you bloody up Airman Daniel Ferguson’s back after he called you a fucked-up pervert. You remember sending him on two weeks of paid leave don’t you, although he had used up all of his leave time?”
He stands quietly trying to look over my head attempting to ignore me. This is the man I fell in love with at first sight. I’m still in love with him and would follow him into hell if he asked me to. I respect him. And yet, I’m doing what he desires deep down in the darkest reaches of his being, although he would argue otherwise. I think he loves me also, but is in denial. We’re out of the same mold, he’s just higher cast, an AF Officer and I’m only a looser Marine grunt in his eyes, but we are just alike in our cravings. I’ve been on the receiving end of his displeasure and also his delight. I’m going to take him on this ride even though he protests at every juncture in the road. I know he craves the dark side of my personality and I’m going to give him what he wants.
I push him to the Cross, pull and spread each arm high and wide. Secure each wrist with the leather cuff waiting for him and lock. Then kneel at his feet and remove his leg cuffs, spread his legs and trap each boot in the leather cuff at the base of the cross. I stand back to admire his stretched out hairy muscular body.
There is no way I’m not going to lick the sweat from every inch of this god of man. This stud stretched out on his own Cross. He’s watching me with those eyes, those brilliant green eyes. His tongue out and caressing his thin lips, head cocked in a questioning manner, a slight knowing smile curling lips at both corners. The elfish twinkle in his eyes as he wets lips with the saliva I’ve tasted and yearned for so many times. He understands that I crave the taste of his hanging cock which by the way is standing tall, pointing at me and away from his body moving up and down with each beat of his heart. He watches me.
I remember the dark taste of his ass crack and fur matted chest. He knows all of this and understands the advantage his has over me. He’s a lot smarter than me. He’s had his way with me at every turn since I rescued him from the Dairy Farm. But now I have him helplessly stretched out naked and vulnerable.
“You’re not going to do this Scott, you know that I’m the Top Man in this relationship and you’re just the bottom I took in, took pity on. You KNOW that. I can see you hesitate, you’re stuck where you belong. You KNOW that. I can tell you’re thinking about taking me down and worrying what’s going to happen when you do. You’re afraid that I’ll throw you out and we both know that you have nowhere to go. You KNOW that. So, why don’t you release me and we can talk this over. I’m not a vengeful man. You KNOW that. You want me to give you orders and tell you what to do at all times. You KNOW that. So now you’re going to release me from this Cross.”
My heart is close to breaking listening to him plead. This beautiful strong man I have stretched out like a piece of meat hanging in a butcher’s shop window. His words going through me like shards of glass. I am having second thoughts. He could be right about who I am and what I’m worth. Maybe not worth much in his eyes. Maybe all the time he’s just used me the same way he used the underlings at the Air Base.
The room becomes silent, only his heavy breathing can be heard mixed with the sound of my boots striking the black painted concrete floor. I slowly walk over to the wall hung with whips and every other kind of device you could use on a man’s body. I arrive and look back at him trying to decide which device I’m going to use first. He looks good stretched out. The overhead fixtures casts just enough light to highlight his bright red regulation haircut and the swirls of red fur matted and covering heaving pec muscles. The spare lighting targets both tall plumped up man tits. And at the apex of his spread legs, the heavy hanging ball sack covered in red pubs.
I select a pair of metal tit clamps with jagged teeth connected by a short chain. And a black leather flogger, having decided to leave the single tail whip for later possible use. He strains to see what I have in my hands as I walk back to him. Flogger in one hand and the clamps in the other. A look of relief disguises his questioning face, noting that I did not bring the single tail back with me.
I stop and stand in front of him and hold up the metal tit clamps. The same ones he’s used on me many times. He’s watching the clamps dangle in my hand, eyes darting from my face and back to the clamps. I close in on his stretched-out body, lean in and take first one erect nub between my teeth, suck plumping it, then the other. He pulls in air through clenched teeth, causing an almost shrill sound as he watches me adjust the tension in both clamps. I take his left nip between my index finger and thumb, roll it around and pull it away from his hairy chest, open and trap his left tit, then the right one. The chain connecting the clamps pull both down with their weight. I stand back and watch.
“Oh! FUCK! SHIT! GODDAMN MAN, get these FUCKING things offa me!” His eyes are shut tight, eyebrows up in lighting strikes pattern, jaw clenched tightly, pulling in lungs full of dungeon are through flared nostrils. “Come on Scott, you’re KILLING me, GODDAMN MAN! You’re KILLING ME!”
“I ain’t killing you you little pussy, you’ve used these fuckers on me so times, I lost count. It’s about time you got a dose of your own medicine.” I move back to observe my handy work. His furrowed brow is covered with sweat. I close the distance between us and lick up his salty perspiration. “Your sweat sure taste good Major, but this ain’t the first time I’ve bathed you with my rough Marine tongue, right Sir?”
He opens his clenched teeth while looking me directly in my eyes, there is an inkling of triumph as he says, “This is the first time you tied me up to do it. Does it taste a lot better when your prey is helpless?”
“Sure, as fuck does little piggy, but stay put and I’ll be right back in a jiffy, I have something I think you’ll enjoy, so don’t go nowhere.” I leave the dungeon and go quickly up the stairs and into my bedroom, open the sliding closet door and pick up a pair of my black leather Marine combats. Rush back to the dungeon holding the boots up so he can see what I have in my hands.
“I have a nice surprise for you piggy, you seem to love these boots of mine. Now don’t deny it because I’ve seen you in action when you thought I was elsewhere.” Walking up to him, I loosen the laces in one and stretch the top open wide holding it so that the toe faces the deck, pull the leather tongue downward, then place the boot top tightly over his face. I can hear him pulling in long, deep breaths into his lungs, sucking up my boot sweat. He looks like the Lone Ranger or some bank robber. I remain in front of him forcing the boot onto his willing face. “Now, look at this, the Major has his face down in the boot of his worthless Marine grunt. Now ain’t that a nice picture.”
I remove my boot from his face, pick up the other one and tie the laces together creating a kind of leather boot necklace, then hang them around his neck over his hairy chest, making certain that they don’t obscure the tit clamps. Walk quickly over to a file cabinet way back in a dark corner of the dungeon. Pull open the top drawer and remove a digital camera I hid weeks ago. Return to the Major and begin to snap pictures as I walk around his stretched body making certain that his face is prominent in all.
“Now, who’s a stupid, worthless grunt, WHO? Think you might just throw me out the door with nowhere to go HUH? just fucking kick me out the door into the street HUH? Well my furry friend I have your nuts in my hand and your career in my back pocket. What do you think about that Major Asshole?”
He looks comical with my boots hanging around his neck and my tit clamps producing tiny trickles of blood that run down his hairy chest to mingle with his red peck fur. A faraway look in his now dull green eyes. The light seems to have gone out.
I go over and put my camera down on the small wooden table. Walk back to him, surrounding his narrow waist with both of my hairy arms. Wallowing in the warmth he’s generating as I hug him tightly and nuzzle his neck, biting leaving love marks on both sides. Yeah, he does taste good to this hungry grunt of a Marine.
I release his warm body and stand back to survey the Zoomie prey I have hanging on a Cross in his own dungeon.
It just doesn’t get any better than this and I haven’t even begun the whipping regimen I have planned for him and his new reality. Stay tuned, this story is only in its second act.
