Sergeant Collins at the cabin
The love bites I, Sergeant O’Connor left on the Major’s neck are standing out like red badges of courage. His dick is swollen and jerks with each beat of his heart. His eyes follow me over to the wall across the dungeon. I take my time selecting a single tail leather whip, one of several displayed. I pick the one he’s used on me and other young men caught in his net.
Ferguson is not the only one he’s worked over on the Cross to draw blood, then hauled down and fucked. He stored them hogtied in one of the two cages. Yeah, that’s where he liked to stash his used-up meat until the urge strikes again, but today it’s his turn.
I walk back and stand in front of him. My boots spread wide as I tickle the deck with the tip of the whip. I want to play this cat and mouse game with him because it travels directly to my crotch, causing my meat to stiffen and throb.
His eyes dart from the whip to my eyes. I close the distance between us, grab the back of his head with my free hand and force his mouth into mine. He’s panting lightly. I suck in the warmth of his breath and taste the breakfast he had earlier. It’s pleasant to me. The scent of his fading aftershave, the stink coming from his pits is masculine perfume matched only by the smell coming from his sweated-up ass crack.
I hum into the warm cavity as he sucks greedily on my tongue. “Loving that, ain’t you little piggy?” His purring and slurping confirm his impulse to surrender to me, the grunt who owns him. “What did you say piggy?”
“Yes, I love it.” He mumbles and continues to drink down my spit. “I love it.”
I step back from his defenseless body, take a position six feet away, crack the whip in the air, making a loud ominous snap. Then unleash a flurry of punishing strikes to his chest. Tip of the whip tearing at its matted red fur. Several connect to his man tits and elicit a shrill yelp. Next a burst of obscenities shouted into the silent room. “GODDAMN, SONOFABITCH that STINGS---THAT FUCKING HURTS MOTHERFUCKER!”
Hearing him acknowledge his pain and acceptance of my power over him. Makes me feel like king of the hill. Even though the dungeon is cool, my body is overheated, sweat running down my back and wetting the pits of my Cammie blouse and my crotch. My arm is getting tired after its workout, and my cock is as hard as it has ever been. I can feel the mushroomed head drooling pre-cum down my leg as I grab and squeeze the shaft. The Major’s dick is hard also, standing away from his body, pointed at me. Clear lubricant hangs from the head, reaches the deck and puddles. He watches me handle my Marine weapon into a more comfortable position. Tongue out running around his mouth.
“Major likes the abuse and I think he wants more of the same -- right Sir?” I say sarcastically.
‘Yeah, he DOES want more!” A familiar voice bounces off the walls. The deep tone triggers a jolt that immobilizes my brain and sends shock waves down my spine. I’m glued to the floor, unable to move, but finally turn slowly around to see Sergeant Collins standing in the doorway. Dressed in his Marine Corps Cammie uniform. He’s holding a M27 infantry Automatic rifle pointed directly at my head.
“Put that whip down Scott and walk toward me -- try anything stupid and I’ll blow that pretty head right off your fucking shoulders!”
I drop the whip. It lands at my feet, looking like a dangerous leather serpent, curled and ready to strike. I wake up and stand in front of him, trying to stay calm and suppress the tremor working its way up my legs, without success.
His dark eyes tighten into a squint holding me hostage. My mind is going a mile minute trying to come up with something to say. Anything, but nothing comes. I’m glued to the spot and unable to move or think clearly. He reaches in his back pocket and takes out a pair of chrome plated handcuffs.
“Turn around nice and slow and put your hands behind your back.” I comply, having no other choice. First, he slaps one cuff on my right wrist, next the left. Grabs my shoulder and turns me to face him.
“Looks like you two are the catch of the day -- took me a hell of a long time to find you, and a fucking ton of cash, but it was worth every penny.” He declares. “I see the Major ain’t going nowhere -- you got him hanging like a deer ready for field stripping.”
He walks over to the Major and stops, the M27 rifle slung over his shoulder. A terrifying grin fixed on his face as he calmly looks the officer up and down. Reaches out and cups the Major’s balls in his hand as if weighing them. Turns to me saying, “Nice, real nice – I’ll take care of these later.” A steely look on his face.
The Major is transfixed looking into the eyes of the man standing confidently in front of him. Collins face telegraphs a kind of calmness that masks the raging turmoil in his guts. He has a ruggedly handsome face with a day’s growth of dark stubble highlighting a square jawline. A bulbous but not unattractive nose, and full manly lips. He displays the composure of a hunter who has stalked and successfully brought down his prey.
He ignores the helpless man hanging in front of him, pivots and comes over to me. “You’re coming with me.” Pointing to the stairs leading up from the dungeon, and grabs the front of my Cammie blouse. Draws back his right fist and slams it to my middle, doubling me over. I drop to my knees at his feet.
“Get the FUCK up Marine -- I got a score to settle with you!” He hauls me up, pulling me behind him up the stairs into the house. Opens the bedroom door, drags me to the over-sized bed. Kicks me in the ass causing me to land on my stomach.
“Now that’s a Marine ass worth fighting for.” He says, kneeling on the bed between my spread legs, combats off the end of the bed, toes pointing to the deck. I feel his weight compress the mattress while he positions himself between my legs, bends down grabs both cheeks, nuzzles, taking bites out of both sides. Although the thick military fabric is protecting me a little, I still feel his teeth sink in as he chews, snarls and pulls at my ass with his teeth, like a hungry rabid dog. As he mauls my ass, his clenched fists pound the back of my thighs and calves causing knots to instantly swell.
“I ought to just FUCKING KILL you Marine. SLIT your throat and watch you bleed to DEATH. But I’ve got an even better idea, FUCK YOU TO DEATH!” He turns me over to face him. His face is red, jaw muscles tight, teeth clenched, eyes bulging. Back and forth his open hand sends my head snapping from side to side. I’m helpless under his siege. My hands still cuffed behind my back, lip split and bleeding. The sight of my blood only makes him wilder.
“You TURNED on me. You WORTHLESS piece of SHIT. Something one Marine NEVERE does to another!” He screams into my face. “That’s the creed, NO MAN LEFT BEHIND!” Still yelling into my face. “You teamed up with that Air Force MOTHERFUCKER!” He leans back, more composed now and saying: “But never you mind -- I’ve got a plan for him and it ain’t gonna be pretty!”
He grabs hold of my arms, turns me over on my side. Reaches and unbuckles my web belt. Rips open the fly of my Cammie trousers and jerks them down together with my white boxers to my boot tops. Pushes me on my stomach. My naked ass exposed to him. This is the feast, always the prelude to the main course. The appetizer he dines on to loosen up the man pussy he’s determined to plunder.
He lowers his face to my hard-muscled rear using his rough hands to force my cheeks apart. Dives in and begins chowing down on my tight sphincter. I feel him nibble around, sucking on its lips to make my hole his. I know what follows, the slurping and sucking. I’ve had his eight inches up my bum before. Although in the past it wasn’t rape. This time it’s going to be rape, brutal rape. He wants to hurt me. Cause me to suffer, a payback for my betrayal.
“Looks like your red headed pal has been up here more than a time or two Marine. You’re sorta loose back here, but I guess you already know that, right fuck face?” He goes back to work, chowing down on my hole, inserting his tongue inside sucking up my butt juice getting my channel ready to be plundered.
I hear him drop trou. He’s in a frenzy of blind male lust. Without warning he jams his donkey dick up my shitter all the way to his hairy nuts. Then grabs and tightens his powerful hands around my neck. Starts his revenge fuck. After only a few hammering thrusts my cock explodes with spasms, shooting load after load of cum on the bed. He’s still holding my neck in his sweaty palms choking me close to blacking out, then shoots his wad up my fuck hole and without ceremony, dismounts. Pulls off my web belt and wraps it several times around my boots, then ties it off tightly.
“Now, don’t you go anywhere puppy. I ain’t exactly finished up with you yet – so stay put.” he says laughing. All I can do is lay there, spent and afraid for my life and for that of Major Fielding.
Sergeant Collins leaves the bedroom and I know that he’s headed for the dungeon, but there is nothing I can do to help the Major, he’s on his own. All I can do is pray that he doesn’t do what the Major did to him, but that remains unknown. I hear the door from the house to the dungeon slam shut.
Sergeant Collins enters the dungeon and goes directly to where the Major is stretched out on the Cross. He’s carrying a pair of my black combats in one hand and in the other, a bucket filled with some stones collected from the back of the cabin. Also a length of thick rope.
He stops in front of Major Fielding and puts the boots and bucket down on the deck. Then straightens up and speaks as he takes the Majors hairy balls in his hands. “I weighed this bucket full of rocks on your bathroom scale, and guess what, they come in at fifty-five pounds – now what do you think about that my red headed friend?”
The Major remains silent, his head down, straining to see the heavy bucket.
“Nothing to say, huh?”
Collins grasps and pulls the Major’s ball sack toward the deck. It takes less than a minute to the wind rope around the neck twice, strangling it and tie off. Pick up the boots and tie the laces of both together, then attach to the rope hanging from his nut sack. They hang down from his distended testicular sack, their combined weight not distressing him that much yet. The Major is straining attempting to watch as I drop one, then two, then three and four heavy stones into each boot.
He steps back a few feet to observe the reaction to the new load. The Major’s mouth is clenched, eyes shut tight, wrinkles accenting the corners of each. Throws his head back, opens his mouth wide and bellows.
“God FUCKING damn! -- you BASTARD!” he yells sending vibrations that reverberate around the room.
Collins kicks the hanging boots causing them to swing. He drops another stone into each. Now nose to nose with him: “No man deserves to be gelded. I’m not going to cut your’s off. But before I’m finished, you’d wish that I had!”
I remember the first time I saw this tall handsome red headed fucker in the waiting area of the airport at the Marine Corps air field. Dressed in Air Force blue and white field uniform and those size twelve spit shinned black combat boots. Being the military boot lover I was, I knew I was going to have him, no matter what. Colonel Conroy called him Stallion and when they met again in the airport after years apart and it was easy to see why. That ten or eleven-inch piece of meat hung down his leg and made no excuses. It was the horse dick that everyone who crossed his path yearned to have, either in the pussy, up their ass or in their mouth. I resolved I was going to take him to my warehouse and own him. And with the help of Corporal Dickinson and Colonel Conroy, I did just that
Collins takes the Major’s horse cock in his hands and caressed it like a new born baby. It’s like one of those flesh-colored over-sized dildos you find in a dirty book store, too big to be real. But this one is hard and alive. The huge leaking head says that this is the real thing. The Major is staring at me as I hold his prize possession thinking that I’m finished with the CBT and he’s home free. Probably thinking that this anaconda dick of his has me mesmerized, but that’s only in his confused mind.
Collins says to him while he holds the inflated dick in his hands: “This big fucker has probably opens a lot of doors for you over the years, and you’ve no doubt opened your share of tight pussies and ass holes, am I right?”
The Major says in his even toned upper class voice: “Yes, I’ve had my share of some beautiful women. Plus, my share of men like you, who dream about a dick like mine hanging between their own legs and never going to have one. But who are willing to take it up their butt holes instead. I seem to remember you taking me up your ass, if my memory serves me correctly.”
“Hmmmm.” Collins hums, as he turns away from the Major and goes over to a long black cabinet on other side of the dungeon. On the top is an assortment of different sizes of stainless steel medical sounds, the kind used by urologist on male patients. He selects one that is large and long enough to reach the end of the Major’s urethra, it’s a size fourteen and as thick as Collins index finger and slightly bent at the end, also pick up a tube of KY jelly.
There is a black electrical control box with dials and buttons on the top, and an assortment of metal clips with long black wires connected to them at one end and long loose wires that connect to the controls at the other. Places the assortment on the top of a stainless steel rolling medical table and wheels it over to him.
Collins picks up the metal sound from the table top and hold it up so he can see it clearly. The Major’s eye brows go up and his eyes open wide staring at what Collins has in his hands. “What are you going to do with that thing?”
Collins declares: “Well, the first thing I’m going to do is take those rock filled boots off your balls. Now that they hang nice and low. Next, I’m going to have some fun with this beautiful cock of yours, you know, play with it some.”
Done as promised and removed the boots housing the stones. Next thing, cover the sound with some KY, and tease his dick lips with its broad tip until it sinks into his urethra about half an inch.
“How’s that feel Sir?” He says, false concern showing on his face. The Major remains silent but draws in a lung full of air. Sliding the instrument of torture deeper and deeper inside of his cock stretching his urethra wider and wider until he screams, throwing his head back exclaiming as the bent end finds the end of his dick channel.
“TAKE IT OUT – FUCK, TAKE IT OUT, TAKE IT OUT!”
Obliging: “Sure thing Major, whatever you say – but you know, it’s going back in real soon.
Collins pulls the sound out of his massive dick and sets it aside for the time being. His cock is still hard, but the dick lips are stretched open. The head looks like a flounder out of water gasping for air, so I poke my little finger inside up to the first joint, cock my head and smile at him.
“Now you just hang around until I return and we’re going to have a hell of a time with those balls of yours.”
Leaving the dungeon and heading upstairs to his bedroom closet where his boxing gloves were spotted earlier. Collins slides open the closet door and there they hang. They sure as hell look brand new. Removing them from the hook on the back of the closet wall and inserts both hands into the snugness of these new, fragrant leather weapons. There is nothing quite as aromatic as new boxing leather. Raising both of the gloves, chucking underneath his chin in a mock attack. The new leather aroma is overwhelming.
Down the stairs and back into the dungeon. Approaching the hanging AF officer and do a boxer’s shuffle around him. Stabbing into the air in front of his face, bobbing his head in fake defensive moves. Doing some fancy foot work, dancing around his vulnerable stretched body. And after faking punches in the air, land a glove into his face, knocking his head back. Spittle shoots out of his open mouth. Collins slams into his unprotected middle causing a rush of air to be expelled. Then aims lower and connects with his hanging ball sack and this punch produces a blood curdling howl from his mouth.
“AAAHHHHHH. FUCK AAAHHH, AAAHHH. GODDAMN, AAAHHH!” He slumps, trying to lift his knees to protect his nuts. “NO MORE -- NO MORE PLEASE!”
Collins moves closer. He lifts the Major’s chin with both of his gloves, then hawks a wad of spit into his face saying: “I’m just getting started butcher boy - - just getting started!”
His hanging balls are the target. First the right glove to his nuts, then the left, then the right, then the left, then the right. He’s sagging on the Cross helplessly attempting to protect his hairy balls from the fury of the attacks. Continuing to aim and connect with his treasure trove of hanging testicles.
“AAAHHH. AAAHHH, AAAHHH. he screams to unhearing and uncaring ears. Collins tired from the workout, walks across the room and sits on the sturdy wooden chair. Pulls off both gloves and tosses them on the top of the black cabinet.
Could fuck him now, but his balls are empty. Having unloaded them into Sergeant O’Connor’s hole. Looking across the dungeon at Major Fielding’s bruised and battered body hanging on the Cross. Not finished with him by a long shot, just worn out from the act of punishing him for castrating me. Will never get over it and nothing could ever be done to change anything.
Revenge is the only thing that has kept Collins going. He embraced it and that’s that period.
Tomorrow he’s going to hook the Major’s dick and balls and maybe his tits up to the electrical control box. Maybe even haul Sergeant O’Connor down to join the party and have some fun with them side by side. Seems only fitting.
He’s damn tired and needs some sleep, some liquor, some cold beer, some food. But he gets up and goes over to the hanging man he’s just beaten. Releases the cuffs from his wrists and from his boots. Puts his shoulder to his midsection and carries him over to one of the metal cages. Opens the door, puts him down and makes him crawl inside, with the help of my boot kicking him square in his ass. Closing shut the cage door, and padlocking it for the night. In an after-thought, open the cage door and place a stainless-steel dog bowl of water for him do drink and recover, if he can.
Tomorrow the real fun begins as Collins claims the Major, Sergeant O’Connor and makes the cabin his new home.
The next chapter begins with a new reality for our trio of misfits, as new players inters the picture.
