Air force zoomie meets his match
My red-headed AF Major Fielding, the zoomie I captured months ago lays silently on the cold concrete floor of his small cell enclosure. On his belly, hands tightly bound over the small of his back, legs spread wide but untethered naked as the day he was born, his pendulous uncut pig sticker, the chewed-up head hiding inside of stretched out dick skin looks like a slab of pork hanging in a butcher shop window telling a tale unsuitable for a kindergarten class, bruised and lacerated from my canine teeth, he looks like a meal half-eaten, but thoroughly enjoyed.
“Wake up you fucked up Air Force shithead!” The toe of my combat boot slamming into his bound ball sac, barbed wire cutting into taunt flesh, a small puddle of blood stains the cell floor between his legs.
“Were just getting STARTED fuckhead. The day is young and my Marine snake is lonesome for that sweet zoomie ass hole of yours” I say, hauling my dripping Marine fuck stick out of my Cammie trousers and hold it in a tightening grip to force blood into its eager head. I sink down slowly to my knees to grab a hand full of red hair yanking his head up to stare with vibrant green eyes, unblinking into mine.
“Go FUCK yourself you God damned Marine PERVERT! Get your stinking COCK away from me or I swear to God I’ll bite the head off and spit it in your face!”
“Ahhhh, my Air Force zoomie has some life left in him after all. That’s good news because I thought you just might be one of those worthless AF lay downs I had to slaughter and feed to the dogs!”
“You’re going to BURN in Hell for this you fucked up pervert!” he SHOUTS his spittle landing on the tip of my nose to drip off the end which I catch with my tongue and savor the taste of the man I own.
“Maybe so Major, but perhaps I might enjoy the scent of burning flesh -- who knows -- there’s a good chance it will be your flesh you smell. I do have a couple of customers that lean in that direction, so take care of what you wish for.”
Kneeling between his spread legs I lower my body, grab his bound wrists forcing them up between his muscular shoulder blades while hovering over then descend landing on warm flesh, take my Marine snake in my right hand, rub my thumb over its engorged head smearing a steady flow of precum over the glans and nudge it against the Major’s tight zoomie gate then enter pushing slowly to savor the slick warmth that surrounds my shaft like warm leather.
“AHHHHH… FUCK NO! GET OFF ME… AHHHHH… YOU SONABITCH… GET OUT OF MY ASS YOU MOTHERFUCKER… I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU WHEN I GET LOOSE… I’LL SLIT YOUR THROAT AND WATCH YOU DIE… GOD DAMNED YOU!
All the way in and all the way out of his yielding but still tight AF glove I continue to pump, slapping the back of his head, release his bound wrists to reach around his head and force his mouth open using both index fingers like a horse bit to bring his head back, brilliant red hair in my face, I can smell the intoxicating sweat soaking his hair and nuzzle then bite both sides of his neck drawing blood leaving my teeth marks on creamy white skin.
I remove my hands from his mouth, grab his neck in a tightening grip and squeeze until he blacks out, his head drops down, his body slumps and that’s when my snake releases its venom and splashes the walls of his lower bowels. Pull out to dismount, kneel in front of him, grab his hair in my left fist, my right hand slaps his face back and forth until he pulls in enough air to bring him back into the world he just escaped from.
“Well shitface that was quite a ride…not only are you hung like a stallion you ride like one also, maybe I should get you a nice saddle for our next gallop”
He strains to look up at me, a trickle of blood at each corner of his mouth, thin lips stretched over gleaming white teeth as he pulls them into a crocked grin. “Why don’t you just kill me asshole?” In a low whisper. “Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?”
“Oh no, my zoomie friend I have so many plans for you it would fill a duty roster for a month of Sundays… you’re the meat, the ultimate prey any hungry wolf would cherish, and I have you all to myself, so you ain’t going nowhere, not even into the great unknown, oh no my horse hung red-headed Major, you’re the main course and I own you, lock, stock and barrel”
I lean down and grab the AF officer under both arm pits and heft him up and deposit him on the bunk in the corner of his cell, throw a Marine Corps woolen blanket over his bound body, exit.
I walk over to my desk, pick up the phone and call Scott at the farm. “Scott, I want you to come over here and haul out our last guest, the AF Major back to the farm. Come in the back gate because it’s unguarded, we have to clear out of here for good…the warehouse is to be demolished on Monday, so chop chop Sergeant.”
I walk over to the Major’s cell and go inside. He’s half asleep and groggy. “Wake up zoomie! I’m going to untie the rope around your wrists to get the circulation going and use my steel cuffs later instead.”
I go to work and release both wrists. “Don’t try anything stupid Sir.” I say in a mocking tone. He couldn’t resist or jump me if he wanted to since he’s as week as the day he was born. He looks worse for the wear and a small part of me feels sorry for him. I guess I have a heart after all, small but it’s there I suppose, to my annoyance.
“Come on, let’s get you up and dressed -- It’s getting cold out there and I don’t want a sick zoomie on my hands.”
I go over to the locker on the other side of his cell and remove his Cammie uniform, combat boots, socks, white undershirt and blouse. I return to the bunk where he’s sitting, kneel and first take his left foot in my hands and pull his wool sock on and then the right foot. Position his Cammie trousers, lift both feet and pull the trousers up to his knees, drag him into a standing position and worry the uniform trousers up to his waist, take his flopping horse cock in my hands to admire the beauty of its meaty heft, unwind the barbed wire around his heavy nut sac and discard it. His nuts are full and weighty I can feel the lemon sized eggs I roll them around in my palm. Releasing his prize. I remember the first time I spotted his snake at the airport when we first met, but back to the work at hand, shove his blunderbuss weapon down the left side of his Cammie trousers, button the fly then buckle the belt around his waist, pull his combats on both feet, stuff the bottom of his trousers down into the boot tops and lace both up snugly.
“Here, put your undershirt on and your blouse.”
“I get it. I heard you talking on the phone and I know this warehouse is going to be demolished on Monday. I sure as hell don’t want to be under the rubble. So I’ll cooperate -- I get it.” He speaks in a crackling low tone as I stand behind him.
“Here’s the undershirt.” Which he takes and slowly and painfully puts over his head and jams his hands through the sleeves, then pulls on his uniform blouse and buttons it up.
Walking behind him I pull both hands behind his back and cuff them, but leave enough space for the blood to circulate, as it should. Standing there in front of me he looks like the Air Force hunk I first saw at the airport, a little worse for wear, actually, a lot worse for wear, but somehow still has an angelic look on his handsome face. I almost regret the treatment he’s received under my watch and wonder how Scott is going to feel when he realizes that this is a prize I have captured and claimed for myself.
Two hours later, Sergeant O’Connor thunders down the long staircase and into the dungeon. “I brought some breakfast biscuits and coffee for both of you. Shit, he’s still in one piece and that’s a surprise Sergeant Collins. Thought by now you’d have his head on a platter. What gives?”
“What gives is I’m keeping this one Scott, at least for now, but who knows what the future holds for our stallion. We’ll see, but now I want you to get to work and remove any evidence we were ever here. Any paperwork or anything with my name on it. Don’t worry about the jail cells they will be crushed into nothing and no one will ever be the wiser. Now get to work!”
“Ok Major, turn around and I’ll remove the cuffs so you can eat, be a good boy for me and you’ll get through this in one piece, otherwise I’ll leave you here for the rats to take care of.”
I see the resolve in his bright green eyes. He understands I have the upper hand and there is nothing for him to do but obey. I watch him carefully as he reaches out to take the paper bag of biscuits and coffee. He sits down at my desk and starts to replenish his strength with the food. He looks up at me as he stuffs the biscuit into his mouth biting off a large piece, chews and swallows. A delinquent tear appears at the corner of his right eye, and escapes down his stubble covered cheek. He then slowly lowers his head to rest his chin on his chest.
“Ok zoomie, finish up your breakfast we have a lot of miles in front of us before we drive through the gates of our dairy farm. Your new life is ahead of you and we need to get started.”
He’s sipping the hot coffee, the first he’s had since his capture and is savoring the strong brew with relish and says looking up at me “Thanks Sergeant, I didn’t think I’d ever have another cup of Mickie D’s again.”
“All you have to do from now on is respect and obey every order I give to you because I own your sorry AF ass. Otherwise you’re going to wind up on the wrong end of a very nasty stick. Do you understand that zoomie?”
He nods his head and lowers those sparkling green eyes to the deck.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see that Scott has stopped his work and is listening with intent. His right hand brushing the side of his regulation haircut, he turns and resumes his work. I just might have a problem on my hands where he’s concerned. I’ll have to keep an eye on him from now on.
“Ok Scott, you about finished up?”
“Yep, nothing left to indicate you or anyone was ever here, it’s clean.”
“Good, let’s get this piece of shit up those stairs and into the van. We ain’t got all day Sergeant!”
Scott roughly grabs the back of the Major’s neck and propels him toward the door leading to the staircase. His face is locked into a determined grimace, mouth tightly shut, fire leaping from his blue eyes as he hauls off and lands one of his combats squarely into our captive’s firm ass causing him to lurch forward almost falling on his face.
“Alright, that’s enough. I want him in one piece, there’ll be plenty of time for you to vent your anger, but now is not the time!”
“Right, I’ll bide my time, but he’s in for it Sergeant. You know I want a piece of his ass, right?” He spits almost choking on his own venom.
‘I know a lot of things Scott and you know what happens whenever anyone steps out of line. You’ve seen me in action and it ain’t pretty, my man.”
“No, that depends on your definition of, pretty don’t it?”
That was enough. Now my blood is pounding in my ears, my mouth is dry, my heart is racing in my chest and my dick is beginning to stir as I stop to yell at him. Launching myself like a guided missile toward his back. We collide and it brings him down to the deck with a loud thud. He struggles to turn and face me. A deer caught in the headlights look on his face. I straddle his muscular body, draw back a clenched fist and land blow after blow to his face splitting his lips as blood splatters landing on my knuckles.
“You STUPID motherfucker. What in HELL has gotten into you. Do you want me to put your lights out for good and leave you here for the wrecking ball?”
The Major stubbles back landing on his side next to the Sergeant. His eyes wide open, mouth agape watching me astride one of his captors beating the shit out of him.
My legs pin the Sergeant to the deck. My clinched fist pounds him relentlessly, my snake has awakened and is throbbing filling with blood. This is what I was meant to be, a sadist of the first order, a man who takes whatever he wants from another man. The more brutal the better. At this moment, all I want to do is rip his throat open like a wolf in the forest after he brings down his prey.
“PLEASE Sergeant Collins… PLEASE I’m SORRY PLEASE don’t kill me, I’M SORRY... I’M SORRY… PLEASE!
The spinning room is beginning to slow for me. I’m getting my breath back, spit is filling my mouth once again. My racing heat is returning to its steady beat.
“Get up! -- I said GET UP!”
Wiping Scott’s blood from my fist with a bandana. I stand and gain my composure. I put my hand out to assist the battered Sergeant up on his feet. Giving my bandana to him to blot his battered lips.
“Let this be a lesson you’ll never forget Scott, because as much as I enjoy that sweet Marine hole of yours, you can be replaced! -- and will be replaced if this ever happens again. Do you completely understand?”
“Yes Sir, I understand that you are the King of all you survey, Sir!”
“Ok, let’s get this show on the road, we’ve got a lot of miles between us and the dairy farm.”
