“Come on Corporal O’Connor help me haul the Major into Colonel Conroy’s cell, I think he has that hungry look on his face after watching the two of us wreck the Major’s ass…he looks damned hungry, you think we should let him feed on the Major’s butt hole and suck out all of the cum for his dinner tonight?”
“Hell yes, Sir, he sure does look hungry, let’s do it!”
We each grab one of the Major’s arms pits and drag him over to the cell holding the Colonel. He’s watching us as we drag him into the cell, his hands still tied behind his back. We untie the rope binding the Colonel’s crossed wrists and watch as he slowly massages the marks left by our rope.
“You going to give me this mother fucker all my own Sergeant, to do whatever I want to him?”
“He’s all yours for the time being Colonel all you have to do is keep his hands tied behind his back and chow down on his loose butt hole…just remember to keep him bound at all times he is dangerous.”
We watch him flip the red head over on his stomach, hands still tied behind his back. We decide to hang around and watch the fun begin.
“Get the fuck off me you screwed up pervert!”
“Sean, stuff your bandana in this fucker’s mouth!”
The Corporal grabs his olive-green bandana from his right rear pocket and shoves it into the Colonel’s mouth
“Uggh, mufghh, uggghhh”
It starts slowly as the Colonel begins at the airman’s feet, taking both in his rough hands to massage them, separating each toe with his strong fingers, digging his thumbs into the arch roughly causing his prey to bellow out loud, trying to pull his feet away from the Colonel’s hands to no avail. Then with determination squeezes the calves as he works his way up the Major’s thighs, caressing the pink leg hair, squeezing the tight muscle, finally separating his legs, to reaches under him and pull his deflated cock and heavy balls into view.
The Colonel bends forward, both hands on the hard ass mounds laying before him, licking, biting, nuzzling and rubbing his face in the sweat and cum left behind, separating the firm rump roast with both hands to dig his tongue into the trench soaked with our sweat and sperm, humming and moaning as he begins to nibble around the rose bud, teasing it, sucking on it, biting it, tasting it and finally inserting his hungry tongue into the worked over ass pucker, sucks and moans as we watch him begin to pull out our mixed Marine cum into his hungry mouth, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he gobbles and drinks the essence of both our ball juices.
We see the smile on his wet face as he turns toward us pointing to the Major’s inflating dick that is now belly up so to speak between his spread legs, two heavy hairy sperm filled balls resting on the soiled mattress, the uncut head starting to emerge from its tight sleeve, the head growing, it’s lips parting leaking pre-cum for the Colonel to slurp up, which he does like a kid licking a tootsie roll pop. He bites it and plays with it with his teeth and lips urging more pre-cum to flow, and having brought the cock to full hardness, sucks on the head like he’s nursing on a mother’s tit, then turns his attention to the manly ass he has control of, grabs the hips and brings the ass to his mouth and begins to hum and suck on the anal ring.
“Ok Colonel, he’s all yours for the time being” I say and take the Corporal by the back of his neck to pull his face into mine to devour his warm tasty mouth sucking his tongue and enjoying the taste of this young Marines spit.
We exit the cell and lock it, hang the keys on an opposite wall as we leave the dungeon headed to my apartment where I have the Corporal’s dad tied and stored.
It’s about a twenty- minute drive in light traffic to reach my apartment in the seedy part of town. I drive the company sedan to the back of the parking lot where my apartment is located and park.
We enter my apartment and I lead Sean down the hall and into the bedroom. And there he is, on his stomach hogtied, mouth stuffed with the boot socks I stole from the Colonel and duct tape wound several times around his head, red bandana blindfold covering his eyes. “DAMN FUCKING HELL” I say, “He’s one PRIZE piece of stud meat.’
Red white and blue long sleeve striped rodeo shirt stuffed into wrangler jeans covering a firm and full Marine ass. Stetson cream colored cowboy hat thrown casually on the side table, wide brown leather belt with silver studs, and silver oval championship rodeo belt buckle surround his middle. Three-inch heel smooth brown leather Tony Lama cowboy boots with rounded toes on his feet. My rope cinched tightly around the shafts and two loops over his instep. This Marine stud is going nowhere, he’s in for the long haul.
I can see Sean’s eyes go wide, either with satisfaction or alarm, it’s hard to determine when he looks at me with a questioning glance and approaches the end of the bed holding his father.
“Go ahead Corporal, your Marine dad slave is in a place now that he never in his wildest imagination expected to be in.”
Sgt. O’Connor is wide awake now struggling in his hogtie, thrashing on the mattress face down. We can hear the light squeak of leather against leather as he tests the binding securing his boots.
The room is filled with electricity, the atmosphere is tense, you can almost feel the communication between father and son as Sean stands at the foot of the bed watching his father struggle in his bondage.
The forty something former Marine Sergeant., bound on his belly, his six foot-three 225-pound body straining against the rope holding him captive with his head up searching his son’s eyes. Deep brown eyes with thick black eye brows seem to be pleading to his son for help.
“Ugghhh, ugghh, muggghh!” he yells into his sock gag, eyes wild with fear as he watches his own son walk around the bed checking him out.
Sean stands at the foot of the bed, reaches down and grabs his dad by his straight black hair, the sides of his head shaved in a high-n-tight cut, pulls his head up, bends and kisses him on the forehead smiling as he performs this seemingly sweet act, and with an open hand hauls off and slaps his father in the face sending the Sergeants head violently to the side. He caresses the imprint left from his slap and says.
“This ain’t going to be easy”, he whispers into his dad’s ear. “You’re going to get exactly what you gave to me… remember the surprise present on my eighteenth birthday?” “You told me it was a Marine tradition to tie and gag a boy when he becomes a man and to introduce him to a man’s world by fucking him up the ass, well dad, it’s payback time, you’re about to become a man!”
I settle down to watch the action, something I’ve been wanting to witness since I first took the Corporal’s ass.
Sean moves slowly around the bed surveying, calculating, smiling as his father strains to move his head to keep his son in eye sight. The Corporal reaches down and releases his father’s cowboy boots from his hands causing them to go crashing down on the mattress toe first. Sean in his Marine Cammie uniform and bloused black leather combat boots pushes his dad onto his side, lays down in a 69 position his young face snuggling into those brown cowboy boots as he grabs them to sniff and lick the bound leather and at the same time uses his combats to grab his dad’s head squeezing his face between both boots in a comical gesture.
“Ugghh, mugghh, ugghhh” he moans into his sock gag, shakes his head attempting to dislodge his head from his sons combats but at the same time breathing in the sweated-up leather and boot polish of his sons spit shinned boots. His eight-inch uncut dick starts to react to the action that he has no control over. Sean notices the growth between his father’s legs and reaches up to trace with his fingers the outline of the dick that brought him into the world.
“Looks like someone is enjoying his predicament …that big cock of yours is calling to me, but so is your tight man pussy. What do you say we let your pig sticker out for your boy to play with, you know, like the days of yore?”
The sergeant shaking his head side to side mumbles into his sock gag.
“Uuggh, mufgghh, ugghh”
“Yeah, I thought you might like that idea, but first, why don’t I give you a taste of your own son’s meat, maybe feed you your lunch early?”
The young Marine unwinds the tape holding the soggy sock gag in with one hand, pulls the socks out and with his other fishes out his throbbing man piece and aims it at his dad’s lips. The older Marine opens his mouth and starts to say something, but Sean quickly shoves his swollen cock into his father’s mouth shutting him up.
“Who the fuck said you could say anything slave boy?”
The older Marine’s lips are fastened around the swelling uncut dick head of his son feeling totally humiliated as the young Marine begins in slow motion, grinding in and all the way out and back in to push his cock deep into his father’s hot, wet mouth, striking the back he shoves his dick head past the tight gate of his dad’s throat cutting off his breath and holds there for what to his father feels like an eternity, then pulls back allowing him to catch his breath.
“That’s right mother fucker, eat my dick, you know you want what I have in my nuts just waiting for you”
The Corporal pulls his throbbing cock out of his dad’s mouth with a loud smack, straddling’s his head he rubs the leaking bloated cock head around the other’s face leaving trails of cock snot in its wake.
“Lick the head Marine pussy…get me good and worked up because I’m about to rape your dad hole.”
At this point I couldn’t resist getting involved in the raunchy action so I unbutton and pull my hard cock out, lean against the side table and gently slide the fleshy hood over the head back and forth, spit in my palm and continue to watch the action unfold.
The Corporal yanks his dripping cock out of his dad’s mouth with a loud pop. The older Marine tries to say something, but the young Marine looms over him with a hard, tortured look on his face, uses his big paws to pinch his father’s mouth into a tight pucker then speaks.
“You say one fucking word and I swear to Jesus I’m going to break your fucking jaw with my bare fist…do you understand what I’m saying Marine pussy?”
The older Marine, eyes wide open, with the Corporals hand still pinching his mouth into a pucker, nods his head in agreement and stays silent.
“That’s a good Marine slave boy…just remember to keep your mouth shut unless you’re sucking my cock or eating out my ass and you’ll do just fine.”
A tear of regret and sadness puddles at the corner of his eyes and runs down the side of his face. Sean bends down and licks the tear, smiling, kisses his dad’s lips while shoving his tongue in to explore the interior at the same time. He straightens up, reaches down to his dad’s rodeo belt buckle, unfastens it, pulls the belt from its loops and throws it to the top of the bed. Next, he unzips the wrangler jeans and pulls them down to the boot tops, leaving the soiled white piss and cum encrusted jock strap he’s wearing in place.
“Lookie here, lookie here…hot fucking damn, his original Marine Corps jock strap, this I’m going to keep in a sealed plastic bag, my keepsake! You fucker you kept this thing all these years…what did you do with it huh, jack off into it? Is that why it’s so fucking crusty with your cum and piss?”
Sargent O’Connor is humiliated as he cries silently soaking the mattress with his tears, his body shaking as he sobs softly.
“There, there Marine slave boy your Master is about to give you the ride of your life, so cry all you want but it won’t stop me from taking what is mine by birth right. You said that your dick created me and now it’s time for me to lead you into your new life…creating you so to speak, your entry into my kingdom, and here I am lord and Master, and you are less than nothing until I say different.”
The Sergeant continues to lie quietly, his body still shaking a little, his face pushed down into the mattress as he feels his son grab and remove both cowboy boots from his feet. The aroma of heated up leather and damp socks fills the small bedroom. Sean puts his face down into the top of one of the boots to breathe in his dad’s sweaty essence and mumbles into the boot.
“Way to go dad… these boots smell just like the Marine combats you pushed my face into way back when and made me inhale your foot scent, so why don’t I give you the same treatment?”
The Corporal gets up from the bed carrying one of the boots and a short coil of rope, grabs the back of his dad’s neck while shoving his face down into the boot top, pushes the end of his rope into each boot loops, pulls tightly making certain that the boot is snug, the boot toe pointing to his heaving chest and ties the rope behind his head. All you can see of his face is his brown eyes.
“Now, that’s what I call a pretty picture.” He says out loud as he stands next to the bed to bend over and pull his dad’s wrangler jeans all the way off his legs, leaving only his steamy white boot socks in place.
“I’ve dreamed about this beautiful Marine ass for such a long time. I use to watch from inside of your closet when I was just a kid, the door cracked just enough for me to watch you soap up your body in the shower paying special attention to this baby making tool of yours. I watched you pull back the tight hood over the head to clean under the ridge to get the cheese out and I use to wonder what it must taste like. Did it taste like real cheese?” “Before I’m finished with you I will have the answer.”
Sean climbs back onto the bed and spreads his dad’s legs wide. His hard buttocks are covered with a light sprinkling of soft black hair. he can smell the manly essence of this Marine’s ass crack, it smells almost like a wheat field after a gentle rain, suggesting an earthy tone, but dark and pungent.
“Sergeant Collins, why don’t you come over and guide my dick into this tall hunk of beef…I’d like to feel your big hands helping me spear this fucker, pin him to the mattress.”
“Nothing I would like more son.”
I walk over, bend and take Sean’s beautiful dick in my hand, aim the head at his dad’s tight rose bud, tickle the bud with its head, then Lean over and kiss the Corporals stunning full lips at the same time urge his bloated cock head past the anal ring and using my hands, push his hips forward driving his young Marine dick past his father’s resisting gate, and he’s inside the wet shit channel.
Sergeant O’Connor is yelling and cursing into the boot covering most of his face as his son goes in with all his might and spears his own dad on his boy dick. He holds still when his heavy balls land next to his father’s body. He pulls almost all the way out leaving just the head inside, then begins a furious pounding in and out, you can hear the sloshing and slapping of flesh against flesh as the channel begins to open and relax, he reaches back to grab his dad’s belt and uses it to slap both cheeks like he’s riding a rodeo bull trying to stay in the saddle until he hears the horn blow.
“AAAHHHHH fuck yeah Marine I’m going to breed your dad hole and leave my boy’s sperm deep inside you to be absorbed into your body to own you, you hot mother fucker I’ve turned the tables on you for good and you belong to me from now on…my dad slave and don’t you ever forget it!”
I watch the Corporal pull out of his dad’s butt hole, his dick beginning to soften just a little. He goes around to is dad and unties the boot from his face, tosses it onto the end of the bed, puts his hand under the older Marines chin and uses his thumb to pry open his mouth.
“Clean off your ass funk from my cock slave boy!”
The Sergeant is trying to dislodge his chin from his son’s powerful hand to no avail and finally opens up to receive the dick that was just up his shitter to clean it off. The Corporal is watching his own dad clean off his butt funk and ass juices smiling as he watches the complete transformation of a former hard ass Marine dad, now just a punk slave to be used.
“Sergeant Collins why don’t you climb aboard and take his ass or would you prefer him to suck your off?”
“I think I’ll feed him an early dinner because my balls are aching after watching you handle him like a real Master handles his slave…you’ve earned your stripes son, no doubt about that and as far as I’m concerned you and I are now full partners, two Marine Masters, equals from now on.”
I stand at the foot of the bed, grab the older Marine by his chin, slap his face when he attempts to turn his head to the side, then another slap until his eyes tear up and his mouth opens to take my throbbing cock that is ready to explode. It only takes a few minutes of fucking his mouth until I unload into his waiting caw saying as I shoot my not sperm into him.
“You’re going to be one of our prize milking bulls once we get our Marine sperm farm up and running after our contracts expire and we become civilians again.”
“Corporal get his trousers back up and his boots back on his feet, hogtie him again, gag his mouth because it’s dark outside now and an excellent time to hauls his ass to our dungeon.
“Yes Sir, Sergeant, I’m on it.”
Stay tuned for Chapter 7 as the search for a suitable Marine sperm farm starts, as younger Marine Corps prey is scouted and captured. It’s only going to get better from here on in. Get your cum buckets at the ready.
