Zoomies Revenge
My horse hung AF stallion, hands cuffed over the small of his back, combat boots encircled with rope and secured to his cuffs, mouth taped shut seems to be sound asleep laying in the back of my van, if that is even possible after his ordeal earlier in my dungeon. What else does he have to do but lay there awaiting his fate?
The van’s enclosed cabin is filled with his manly scent. Sweat stains the pits of his dampened BDU blouse. The smell of hot boot leather hangs in the air seeming to drift to my nostrils going directly to my Marine cock.
“How you doing back there Zoomie?” I say turning my head to watch him come to life, “I’m thinking about coming back there to play with my new toy.”
His head is up and shaking “NO”, red hair held in place by sweat earned earlier, clings to his scalp. “Uhhmmuu” he spits into his gag, head violently shaking, startling green eyes boring into my faded baby blues.
“That sounds like a yes to me Zoomie, standby I’m on my way.”
Sergeant O’Connor throws a glare my way attempting to keep his eyes on the road ahead as I climb between the front seats and into the back cabin.
“Here comes Johnny” I say settling with spread legs at his head as I turn him over on his side, his face inches from my crotch. He can smell the pungent odor of my unwashed crotch and flinches attempting to pull his face away. This Marines meat comes to life and stiffens down my trouser leg, the head already bloated and filled with blood, Its mouth wide open like its begging for Zoomie lips. Slimly precum soils the fabric inside my Cammie trouser leg as it throbs with each heartbeat.
“Ah damn, you look so fucking yummy hogtied and helpless like this, hungry you say, well let’s do something about that.”
I rip the grey tape gag from his mouth with a single jerk. His green eyes seem to be resolved and unblinking as I unbutton my fly and haul out my thick eight-inch monster, the head coated with drying dick slime.
“Here you go Major, a Marine Corps welcome home lunch prepared especially for our new guest.” My nuts are out for some much-needed air, and hang outside of my unbuttoned fly. Holding my angry spear against the Zoomie’s thin tight lips I rub the head back and forth seeking the opening that will come in a nanosecond. I grab a hand full of red hair with my right hand, my left hand pulling his face into my crotch as he tightens his lips even tighter. “Ok, if you want to play that way, I’ll play!”
I release his hair and clamp his nose closed and watch him decide if hewants to suffocate or eat meat. He decides on the latter and reluctantly opens up for my pulsing cock meat as I push it inside of his warm wet cavity and start to feel the tip of his tongue play with the underside of my weapon’s head.
“That’s a good Air Force cock sucker - - just keep on nursing on the head and you’re going to get a big mouth full of what I know you’ve been craving all morning. Marine protein to build strong officer muscles.”
I push all the way to the back of his throat landing my hairy balls on his chin to rest there as I watch his face turn scarlet red, choking and sputtering on my dick meat, then pull out to allow him to drag in a short lungful of stifling cabin air, then back in and begin forcing my rod in and out of his AF gullet finishing up holding the back of his head to fire volley after volley of molten Marine seed down his throat and watch his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallows my slimy dick vomit.
“Ahhh, that’s what I’m talking about fuckhead, feed the stock and keep them healthy and happy, speaking of which I got a dirty ass hole that needs cleaning and you look just like the man that can get the job done.”
“But, first let’s take a look at the chest fur you have hidden there.” Landing my paws on his blue and white blouse. I rip it open propelling small buttons to fire like cannon shrapnel, one landing on the middle of my damp forehead looking like the fabled third eye.
There before me, my captured officer, sweated up and stinking like a man who worked the fields all day on some imaginary plantation. Thick red chest fur matted and clinging to hard mounds of muscle, almost hiding two erect pink nubs.
“Well, lookie here, lookie here. My farm animal has two utters that are calling for milking, and farmer Collins is on duty this bright Summer morning, so let’s get started.”
He watches intently as I lower my mouth to his left nip, take it between my teeth. The bite causing him to lurch bringing his hips up suddenly from the floor of the van.
“You having a good time feasting on my body Sarg, what else you got in mind? You gonna eat me alive?”
“Don’t think so Zoomie -- never really cared for raw meat, just after the sauce so to speak, as we already know, you’re full of it.”
I lower my face to the young officer’s right nub, lick then encircle it with my teeth and nibble, biting and chewing, sucking like it was an appetizer before the main meal. It’s up and bloated, a tiny trickle of clear Air Force man milk escaped to rest on my tongue. It tastes similar to precum but contains more of the man’s essence than precum.
He looks like an innocent handsome teenager playing dress up in his dad’s uniform, a man/boy to be sure making his conquest even sweeter by the minute.
On my knees at his side, I release his boots from his cuffed hands and send the toes of his combats down to hit the floor with a loud thud. Turn him over on his back, unbuckle my Cammie trouser belt and drop the trousers down to my boot tops, next goes down my tighty whites. Now, just my hard-hairy ass mounds ready for some action come into view.
“I want to feel that Zoomie tongue of yours attack my Marine sphincter, get in there, swab and suck until I tell you to stop. I want some Air Force spittle up my shit hole, you’ll find out why later.”
Squatting over his handsome face I lower my ass cheeks to his defiant lips and spread to feel the first nuzzling of the tip of his tongue. Slowly he begins to swab around the outside, coating the anal ring with his saliva then starts the tongue journey up inside my channel, spitting and sucking at the same time. The last time I got this feeling was from a Marine recruit at Paris Island years ago. He got himself into a peck of trouble and my hunger for his tongue in my asshole got him out of it. OORah!
‘You’re doing a fine job Sir. Just keep eating and I’ll have a nice surprise waiting for you.”
The sound of sexual slobbering is filling the van’s cabin as he continues to devour my Marine hole. Yeah, you guessed it. I’ve got that deep-down itch inside that only another man can satisfy and I have the perfect horse dick waiting in the wings.
I’m watching Scott’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. He’s observing the action in the back of the van and attempting to keep his eyes on the road at the same time. I’m betting he has his dick in hand joining in on the action.
I remove my wet ass from the Zoomie’s face and turn to face him. It looks like the ass eating has affected him between the legs since his horse cock is hard and throbbing.
“Well, look what we have here.”
The Major’s face is covered with butt juice and shining like a new penny as he watches me take his pig sticker in my rough palm, thumb rubbing over the leaking bloated horse cock head forcing the mouth open, as more precum leaks and runs down the underside of his cock.
“Yeah, just what I was hoping for, look at this thing.” I say squeezing my fist even harder around his dick meat and begin a slow pump forcing more blood into an already swollen head, the lips parting as gushes of white slime continues to run down the underside. His red pubes look like a halo around the base of his swollen dick, his ballsack rests against firm hairy legs, huge eggs fighting each other inside pushing the other out of the way in an attempt to empty first.
Those brilliant green eyes are searching my sweat covered face, then down to his own cock held tightly in my fist.
“I thought you were a dick hound when we first met, you don’t think I saw you eye balling my cock at the airport, but I did. You’re not the first man to eye me between the legs and wish he had what I have hanging, but few do, and you sure as fuck don’t Sarg.”
“Actually, I have you and this horse cock of your right where I want you and I’m going to use you like I’d use any tool in a tool box at my disposal. You’re nothing to be but a means to an end, a piece of worthless AF fuckhead meat, better than a plastic dildo. And the sooner you get the picture the better off you’re going to be.”
And with that I straddle the Zoomie, facing him and I reach around to grab his throbbing cock and rub its head over my loosened sphincter nudging it past the lips until the swollen bulbous head enters my body. It feels like a bolt of lightning striking inside as I slowly lower my ass onto his dangerous weapon until I settle on his balls.
“God fucking DAMN! SHIT FUCKING MOTHER OF JESUS! MOTHERFUCKER. YOU’RE KILLING ME ZOOMIE -- YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING ME!”
He’s gyrating his hips attempting to cause as much pain as possible, hips up and banging into mine trying to shove his fuck stick as far up my Marine ass as he can. Causing as much pain as he can. I’m allowing him to do the work, to fuck the man who has been tormenting him for months, attempting to absolve myself of my past sins, knowing that is impossible. I hear what sounds like a roar out of the mouth of a lion and at the same time feel his stallion cock spasm and quiver splashing his seed inside of this Marine hole filling me with his Air Force sperm. Then quiet, an eerie quiet invades the van’s cabin as I slowly pull myself from the horse cock that is starting to soften and lay down like a baby in need of slumber.
“That was quite a show Sergeant Collins.” I hear Scott almost yelling up front. “Why did you never let me up there. You know I wanted to.”
I can hear the taunt in his voice. It’s unresolved hatred coming out of his mouth and maybe he has a point, I don’t know at this juncture.
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We travel one more hour reaching the narrow dirt road leading to my milk farm. The gate is closed and locked but the remote control in the vans glove compartment releases the lock and it opens slowly to close behind the van as we drive to my farm house sheltered by scrub pine and tall oak trees.
Scott parks the van at the steps leading to the deserted farm house. No lights are on and there is an unsettling silence as we leave the van and go to the side door, slide it open and pull the bound Major toward the opening. From behind Scott hits my head with a rock. Suddenly brilliant light flashed in my brain, shattering into jagged pieces of glass as I crumble to the ground at Scott’s feet.
In the meantime, Scott releases the Major from his bondage and pulls him to his feet, standing in front of the abused Zoomie. He begins explaining his actions to the bewildered officer. Scott’s still face bruised and battered, left eye swollen, black and blue, both eyes blood shot testifying to the events earlier in the day.
“I though he loved me, thought we were a team, but after he beat me down in the dungeon I knew that I could never respect him again, never trust him again. I’m lost and don’t know what to do to make up for everything that he did to you. “I’m sorry Major, I’ll do anything to make it up to you, anything.”
“I have an idea Sergeant. I remember hearing that you have a wooden Saint Andrew’s cross. Is that the case?”
“Yes Sir, in the barn next to the house. All the milk studs have been sold off and the barn is empty now.”
“Good, let’s grab his pits and get him inside and stripped.”
We drag the knocked-out Sergeant between us into the bowels of the empty milk barn, and there standing at the far end of the enclosure is the dark wooden cross.
We drag him, boot toes scraping the raw dirt floor toward his destiny. Remove his Cammie blouse and drop his trousers down to his boot tops. We stand him in the middle of the cross, pull his hands up and fasten them to either side at the top of the cross. The Major discovers one of our sharp knives on a table top nearby and cuts the Marine Cammie trousers from his limp body but leaves his boots on his feet and pulls each wide and attaches them to the bottom of the cross.
“Sergeant, throw a bucket full of water on our prisoner here and wake him up. I don’t want him to miss any of this.”
Scott rushes out of the barn quickly and returns with a full bucket of water and hands it to me. “Here you go sleeping beauty, it’s wake up time.” The Major splashes Collins with a full blast of cold water. He wakes with a start shaking the water from his face trying to focus his eyes on both of us standing before his bound and stretched body.
“What the FUCK?”
“Welcome to our little going away party Sergeant -- looks like you’re the door prize, huh Scott?”
“Sure, looks that way Sir, sure looks that way.”
“Well, I don’t think we can just let him be raffled off looking so plain and undecorated. Hand me that single tail whip hanging on the wall over there and let’s get started.”
“Yes Sir, I’m on it” he says walking quickly to the wall to retrieve the whip, returns and hands it to me.
“Now wait a minute you two, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I think we’re about to have us one hell of a time at your expense you demented jerk. It’s payback time and how sweet it is.”
The major raises the single tail whip above his head and cracks it in the air sending a sharp echo throughout the barn.
“Enough practice fuckhead, now for the main event.”
With lightning speed the tip of the whip snatches a piece of the Sergeants tit nub drawing a single stream of blood. Heavy chest muscles tense and tremble under the attack, blood soaks his thick brown chest fur. Then another and another creating a ziz zag patters over the Sergeant’s chest.
“FUCK … STOP … STOP, FUCKING HELL MAN, STOP!” He screams his vocalizing sounding like the prelude to a concerto in D minor. “I’ll do anything if you just STOP!”
The Major’s red fury chest is matted and soaked with sweat, two dark pink nips stand tall bringing attention to the handsome mound of Air Force muscle. A cock fit enough to hang beneath a stallion is engorged and throbbing, pointing at the man hanging by his hands, stretched out like a deer field stripped and lifeless.
“The only thing I want from you, you sick pervert, are those two hairy nuts hanging between your legs to make sure you’re out of commission for good. You don’t deserve to carry the handle of US MARINE. You’re unfit and deserve what’s coming your way in about five minutes, so start praying to whoever your God is, if you have one.”
“PLEASE … PLEASE … you can’t do this. I’m a man. Let me go GODDAMN YOU … let me GO!”
The Major stands silently in front of the stretched-out Sergeant, eyeing him up and down. Then goes to his knees, reaches out to undo the boot lace from one of the Sergeants combat boots. He stands up in front of the Sergeant and grabs his nutsack, grips and pulls down trapping the terrified grunt’s eggs at the bottom of his hairy scrotum. Then winds the boot lace several times around the neck of the trapped nuggets and pulls tight and ties off the boot lace. He stands back to observe his handy work.
The Sergeant’s eyes are wide and wild looking. His face twisted into an angry snarl, mouth agape, spittle dripping down his grizzled chin as he yanks and pulls at his trapped hands and feet.
“You ain’t got the nerve to geld this Marine you fucking piece of Air Force shit. You sissy MOTHERFUCKER. You ain’t got the NERVE!”
“Oh, don’t I?”
The hand that held the knife behind his back, strikes like a cobra. The blade flashes and the severed balls falls to the dirt floor between the Sergeant’s boots.
“I was reared on a farm in Oklahoma so I have a lot of experience gelding a beast. You make certain in the future that you have a winning hand before you let your mouth gets your ass into trouble. And in this case, your balls!”
“Dammit it to hell Major, you did it, you did it!” Scott bellows into the morning air, his words echo and bounce off of bare wooden walls.
“Yep, my handsome Marine, I did it. Now we have to figure out where we go from here. I’m thinking I could use a Marine valet so to speak, to make sure my uniforms are in order and my boots are always spit shinned. And that my dick is taken care of morning noon and night. The way only a US MARINE can take care of an AIR FORCE officer. You want the job Sergeant O’Connor?”
“SIR, YES SIR Major, I want the job if you’ll have me. I think I fell in love with you the first time we met.”
“And you me Sergeant, and you me.”
The End
Epilogue
Our ball-less Sergeant Collins is still looking for a future that requires a gelded Marine. And so far, none has been found. On the other hand, Air Force Major Fielding and former Marine Sergeant O’Connor decided to make a life together and have taken up residence at an Air Force Base somewhere in the great Northwest. “Off we go into the wild blue yonder, flying high into the sky”.
