Corporal Dickinson drops his Cammie trousers down to the top of his boots, keeping on his soiled jock strap and climbs up on the black leather padded fuck bench, knees resting on soft black leather and looks over his shoulder smiling his killer smile, his bright blue eyes almost twinkling as he surveys me getting ready to take him.
Standing behind the Corporal, I pull his boots together and use an eighteen-inch coil of rope to secure them, pull his hands over the small of his back, cross his wrists and tie them tightly, that's the way I like to see my military beef hogged up when I take whatever I want from them, and right now I want this Marines tight sweet pucker.
I can smell the sweat drenching his hair less, smooth ass crack. His ass trench, is filling the room with that acrid, almost clean panicked smell of a young straight man in heat. I can smell the hot sweated up leather and boot polish wafting toward my nostrils as I bend slightly, hold both shafts in my hands and sniff around, licking and enjoying this young Marine's boot leather.
I walk around the padded leather bench and stand in front of him, unbutton and pull out my already stiff eight- inch cock, the piss slit on the head showing a bead of clear pre-cum.
"Clean the shine off my dick head Marine and get ready for the fucking of your young life!"
"Yes Sir, Master Sir I'm ready, just think of me as the lamb you lead to slaughter and do anything you want to do to me."
He sticks out his tongue and swabs the clear drop from my dick head removing the accumulated dry sperm that covers most of the head, it looks shiny white and cracked, he sucks the knob into his wet mouth and begins to enjoy the taste of the man who has become his Master when I suddenly remove my throbbing cock from his hungry mouth and move behind him knowing full well that all eyes of my prisoners are on me from their jail cells. I want them to know without any doubt that I own all of them and can do anything that crosses my mind to any and all, but right now, I want the Corporal’s tight rose bud massaging my stiff poker pulling the juice out of my hairy balls. I bend and hawk a wad of spit onto his unguarded ass fortress, place my dick head at the entrance and ram into him, his tight channel giving way, then tightening as I hump ten times feeling his ass channel close and massage my shaft, as I fire volley after volley of Marine Corps sperm into his suck hole, then pull out and wipe my dick snot on the shafts of his bound boots.
The Air Force Major's eyes are wide open as he watches every step I take. He's tasted the business end of my single tail whip which I know has made a believer of him. He feels the tight rope wound around his crossed wrists, bare feet tied tightly bound absent his boots and socks that I have taken as trophies.
"Major, how you doing, you enjoying the show?"
"No, I am not!"
"It must be your bare feet on this cold concrete floor that has put you in such a foul mood. Are you wishing you were wearing your combats to keep your little boys feet warm, is that it?"
"I'm not a little boy, I'm a God damned Air Force Major who deserves respect from enlisted NCO’s like you!"
"You want some respect do you...well how about you showing me some of that respect, huh, what do you say?"
"I say, kiss my ass Sargent!"
"Well, I ‘m going to get around to the ass kissing because your ass is as sweet as strawberry wine, but before that happens I'm thinking of a giving you a good cleaning out.
I walk over to Corporal O’Connor’s cell where he’s tied hand and foot, but sobering up quickly and untie him, grab the back of his neck in my strong calloused hand and guide him into the Major’s cell.
“Corporal, take a good look at the Major, does he remind you of your own father?
“Yes, he does Sir, he really does”
“You want him?”
“Sir?”
“You’ve joined my little tribe of captors, unwilling in the beginning, but now you have earned my trust, so do you want Major dad as your play thing or not?”
“What about Faith?”
“Faith is the past…she would only tie you down with kids that you don’t even want, and besides, I think you’ve been trained by your own father to love dick and the taste of daddy cum.”
“You’re right Sir, I guess I’m a bisexual Marine who craves daddy cum, and the taste of pussy at the same time.”
“So, once again…do you want Major dad here for your own or not?”
“Oh, yes Sir, please give him to me, I want to use him the same way my own dad used me and taught me how to be a man and a United States Marine.”
“O.K, then, here’s what you’re going to do. You are going to haul the Major into the shower stall, and toilet area at the end of the room. And you are going to use the scissors hanging on the wall next to you, and you’re going to cut his uniform off.”
“Next, you are going to use that water wand in the shower, insert it up his anus, turn the cold water on and fill him up totally until he cries out in pain, then, you’re going to pull him to the toilet, sit him down, and massage his belly until he expels everything in his guts…is that clear?”
“Yes Sir, you want me to clean him out so you can use your Jack Daniels enema to knock him out.”
“That’s correct Sean, but before that, you’re going to repeat the cleaning out procedure until the water runs out clear as a country well.”
“Yes Sir, I can do that and anything else you want me to do for you.”
“After you clean him out, take him back to his cell with his hands still tied behind his back and wait for me, throw a rope over the wooden beam in the ceiling over his metal rack and bring the rope ends down, tie his ankles together with the hanging rope and pull him up until his butt is at eye level, we’re going to give him a JD enema and take him on a trip he’ll never forget.
The Corporal obeys my order and does exactly as instructed. And after you’ve cleaned out the Majors shit channel, hauls him back to his cell and ties his feet leaving the Major hanging.
'You can't scare me you son of a bitch… sure you can use your single tail to whip me into line, but you can't scare me because I'm who I am and you are less of a man, not deserving of my respect no matter how hard you try to beat me into submission!"
I return to the cell holding an enema bladder and a quart of Jack Daniels. “Shut the fuck up Major or I swear to God that I’m going to wring your neck like a Sunday roster headed to the dining room table”
I hand the empty bladder to Sean and tell him to hold it over his head while I pour about half of the JD into the waiting bag, release the clamped off rubber nozzle to deliver the soothing liquor into the hanging Majors butt hole, fill him up once again, however this time it’s not water, but the liquid that’s going to turn him into a pliant military slave.
The expression on the Major’s face is priceless, it’s turned it into an angry scowl, his thin lips pulled tight over those pearly white teeth of his as I plug the nozzle into his unprotected pucker and release the clamp to start the flow of JD into his lower colon. He’s pulling at the rope binding his wrists, jerking and yelling insults into thin air while Sean holds and fondles the Major’s junk, bringing it to full hardness, the entire ten inches of military meat throbbing and jerking in his hands, then leans in to push the tip of his hungry tongue under the uncut tight overhang to scoop out the head cheese hidden inside the tight skin, smacking and licking around the swelling cock head to scoop out the treasure gathered under the hard ridge of the Major’s dick head.
“We’re going to leave the JD in for about five or six minutes, then I’m going to place a bucket under his ass to catch the liquor as he spews it out, we’re not going to waste that pure JD mixed with his clean ass juices, are we?”
“No Sir, that would be a real waste, and it sure would make a tasty cocktail for later.”
Sean returns with the bucket and places it under the Major’s ass as I clamp off the rubber nozzle and pull it out, the Corporal uses his index finger to draw imaginary circles around the loosening pucker until the first drops of JD appear, then a steady flow of the liquid until the Major expels all of the liquor into the waiting bucket.
The Major is hanging by his feet, naked as the day he was born and motionless.
“He looks like a side of beef hanging in a walk- in cooler.” Sean says as he marvels at our success.
The Major is saying nothing, just making some animal like sounds coming from his wide - open mouth.
“Corporal, he’s yours for the taking…why don’t we haul him down and let you explore your new daddy play thing…he’s all yours Marine, make me proud of you.”
We take him down and lay him on his stomach on the soiled mattress. The Major is feeling no pain, he’s more like a ragdoll than an Air Force officer. I watch the young Marine crawl between the Major’s spread legs, dive in and start eating, sucking, smacking his lips as he tastes the residue of the JD he expelled from his clean ass channel. He gently chews around the loosened flowering rose bud enjoying the feeling of flesh between his teeth as he inserts the tip of his tongue into the Major’s loosened entrance.
“Damn Sir, he sure tastes good and his butt hole is opening up for me and begging for my dick…do you want me to seed him first?”
“Yes son, make this daddy happy and leave your sperm in him because I’m going to ride in on your spunk and give him a good hard fucking, even thinking about fisting him to boot.”
“Damn Sir…do you think I could fist him sometimes also?”
“Son, you can do anything you want to him…you own this big hunk of human flesh, the Air Force Major Dad, lock, stock, and barrel!”
“Yes Sir…I would love to have him and my real father tied side by side so I could play with both of them at the same time to my heart’s content.”
“You’re going to be able to wallow in dad ass and dad cock all you want, and as long as you want, because I’m going to give you two hung dad slaves all your own.”
“Oh my God Sir…are you for real?”
“I’m for real son, so climb aboard Major dad’s ass and give him the fucking of his life. I’ll take sloppy seconds and after, I’ll take you to where I have your father stored.”
“Corporal O’Connor kneels between Major dad’s spread legs, aims his bloated cock at the vulnerable ass hole before him and without another thought slams into the waiting channel and humps until he unloads inside the shit channel shooting deep into the hole he’s been working, looks over his shoulder as he pulls out, winks at me and watches as I climb aboard and take my turn to dump my Marine Corps cum inside to mingle with his.”
“Ok Marine, let’s go get your father, I’m sure you’re going to want to have his cum for dinner tonight.”
(Chapter 6 is waiting in the wings and ready to come to life as Sgt. Collins and his band of horned up outlaw Marines are ready to go hunting for more military prey, so stay tuned, it’s going to get even HOTTER)
