The trip back to our dungeon on base is a happy one. The sun is setting in the west and Sergeant O’Connor is safely hogtied and gagged resting in the boot of my sedan.
The Corporal is relaxing next to me in the passenger seat, his muscular legs spread wide. He’s stroking the eager snake hanging down his left trouser leg while looking at me in a sideways glance. I can see him licking his full lips probably tasting the spit I left inside when I sucked his face into mine thirty minutes ago. It seems like a life time ago since I watched him fuck and abuse his own father using his bound body as a play thing while turning him into his Marine slave.
“Sergeant Collins Sir, do you remember me talking about Faith and how she was house hunting, looking for our new love nest that we would live in after our marriage? Well, she didn’t have much luck because everything was so expensive, however, I do want to tell you about an add she followed up on that lead her to a fairly remote small dairy farm in the Carolina mountains, one that an old couple was trying to unload so they could retire and move to Florida but with little or no success.”
“Yes Corporal, I do remember you talking about that dairy farm”.
“Did you go there in person to check it out and if so, what did you find?”
“Well Sergeant at first I was put off because it was so remote and far away from the interstate, just a simple wide red dirt road that led up the mountain to a rusting country gate. I almost didn’t drive through that gate onto the farm property, but there was something about the place that called to me.”
“Go on.”
“At first glance the main house containing a large living room with a wide stone fireplace and three bedrooms and a kitchen looked run down and neglected. The house could use a coat of paint, and some more work to bring it back to life, but what really caught my attention was the two out buildings, one a barracks type one story building that I assume the dairy help lived in and a long sturdy milking shed that housed twenty milking stalls with automatic milking machines that looked in fairly good shape.”
“Did you talk to the old couple about a purchase and what did they say?”
“Well, it was easy to see that they wanted to move on with their lives. All the cows had been sold off to another dairy farm at a fairly good price, and that they were ready to talk terms of purchase and were willing to hold the paper so that we could make monthly payment, in other words, they were ready to finance the sell themselves.”
“What’s their asking price?”
“They want two hundred thousand and six percent interest over ten years. The monthly payments including the interest would be around five hundred dollars or so and they are only asking ten thousand down.”
“Do you think we could come up with the ten thousand down payment? I have three thousand in savings and if we could scrape up the other seven we’d be in business.”
“Not to worry because we have an Air Force Colonel and Major we could extract the other seven from…that’s why I chose officers in the first place…they get paid a hell of a lot more than we enlisted…so, let’s milk the money out of them!”
Sean is sideways in his seat. He has released the seat belt and is staring at my crotch, licking his lips.
“You thirsty Corporal? It’s been awhile since I took a leak…why don’t you unbutton my Cammie’s and quench your thirst…there is about three cans of beer in my bladder wanting release.”
I watch him lower his face to my crotch, one hand undoing the buttons while the other paw is fastened around the shaft of my right boot as he locates my baby maker, draws it out and closes his lips around the head and waits as I relax my bladder and begin to slowly unload my beer piss into his eager mouth, his Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows my clear piss until the flow stops. Then kisses the head of my poker with a smile on his face, puts my dick back in my trousers, buttons me back up.
“Good Marine there” I say and pat the top of his high-n-tight. “I’ll remember your need for this Master’s piss cocktail.”
“Yes Sir, anytime you need to go just put me down on my knees and use me as your urinal.”
“I’ll keep that in mind Corporal, but now, we need to relocate our new Marine slave back to our dungeon. I have a nice wide black leather collar for you to lock around your father’s neck but we’ll replace it later with a stainless-steel collar and one for the 2nd t Lieutenant, the Colonel and the Major. We’re beginning to build our Marine sperm herd but we need so many more.”
“Do you and Corporal Dickinson still have that buddy at Headquarters Company, the one who handles the paper work of Marines whose contract is expiring.”
“Yes Sergeant, and he owes us big time, he’ll do whatever I tell him to do.”
“Great…I want you to have Dickinson contact him and get me the files of all Marines whose commitment is about to expire. I want those Marines between twenty and thirty, the younger, the better. I believe if I remember correctly those files have photos and all the statics we need to make a decision about who is suitable for our purposes. Dick and ball sizes would be helpful to know before hand, but not necessary since I’ve seen average size dicks explode with high volumes of spunk, and that’s what we’re after.”
“And oh, by the way, are you and Corporal Dickinson still an item.”
“Yes Sir, I still let him take my ass from time to time…he has a damn big piece on him and his nuts are always ready to over flow… hey, he’d be a good candidate for our milking barn.
“Let’s keep that in mind, but a secret between just the two of us…he might not want to spend time secured in our milking shed, seated with a vibrating dido up his bum stimulating his prostate for our use.”
“He’s prime USMC beef for sure Sergeant.”
“He is that without a doubt Corporal.”
We arrive back at the warehouse, park at the loading dock and haul the Corporal’s dad out, untie his feet and walk him between the two of us through the door and down the stairs to our dungeon.
It’s deadly quiet when we enter and I throw the light switch. The Lieutenant is pacing back and forth inside his cell, hands still tied behind his back, still in his soiled khaki uniform, bates officer’s shoes on his feet, the Colonel is laying on the back of the Major with his dick up the Major’s ass, with a look of bliss on his face.
I speak while unlocking the Colonel’s cell door and drag the Sergeant inside, putting him down on his knees.
“Colonel, I have a new slave for you to attend to…I’ll get him cleaned out later but you can be in charge of him for now…his temporary Master.”
“By the way, your wife has filed divorce papers charging desertion, so that should let you off the hook so to speak. We’ll talk more about that another day. And by the way, you might enjoy eating Sean’s cum out of his dad’s butt hole, it’s full to the bream.”
“Thank you Master, I want it so bad.”
“Good, then he’s yours for the night, enjoy.”
“Colonel Conway, do you know where Corporal Dickinson is now?”
“Yes Sir, he’s back at your MP station working on some neglected paper work that he said has to be done by 1600, and will return after he’s finished.”
“Good, thanks, enjoy the prey I just dropped in your lap.”
“Yes Sir, I’ll take good care of him, he looks like Thanksgiving dinner to me.”
I climb the stairs and exit the dungeon into the cool afternoon Carolina air thinking about my young Marine back at the MP Station finishing up his work load for the day. I just can’t get Dickinson out of my mind for some reason today, maybe because he came and joined my crazy journey, helping me capture the Air Force Major without asking any questions, just did everything I asked of him. Maybe he sticks in my mind because I’m having trouble concentrating on the job at hand and that would be purchasing the dairy farm, get that deal locked down and get it stocked with young virile Marines, and maybe because I believe his twenty-year old hairy sperm tanks need tapping, and maybe because I can see him naked in just his combats, strapped into the milking chair, a long, thick plastic dildo shoved up his butt channel, vibrating to stimulating his prostate into shooting huge loads of his cum up the clear plastic tube and into the waiting stainless steel jar lying in wait for his deposit.
“Ok Sergeant,” I say to myself. “Lure the Corporal over to your seedy apartment, and just fucking take him, since the plan is to include him in your bull herd. But have some fun with his body first?”
My head is clear now as I take my phone out of its holder and dial the Station. After three rings Dickinson answers. “MP Station, Corporal Dickinson…how may I assist you?”
“Dickinson, this is Sergeant Collins, I want you to meet me at my apartment after your shift is over, we have some business to take care of.”
“Yes, Sergeant I should be finished up here in about fifteen minutes and then I’ll head over to your place. Should I bring anything with me?”
“Bring a fifth of JD and I’ll reimburse you when you get here. I’ll order in a large pizza, this might be a long night.”
My dick is hard as a fucking granite as I adjust it getting into the company sedan. I’m humming to myself thinking about a plan to take him tonight. I have my chrome plated handcuffs and enough rope on hand to complete the operation.
Thirty minutes later he rings my door bell. I can smell the Jade East aftershave on his handsome face when I open the door. There is a light shadow beginning to show on his face. Blue eyes sparkling, fresh high-n-tight haircut announcing that in fact he is a USMC stud. I can smell the pits that have sweated up his Cammie blouse and the white undershirt he’s wearing. This is a perfect specimen of young manhood standing in front of me, his plump lips parting slightly and turned up on each side of his mouth revealing perfect white teeth. He’s smiling at me as his baby blue eyes scan my entire body, then locks eyes with me. I put my arm around his muscular shoulder and guide him into the living room while taking the bottle of JD from his hand.
I reach into my right back Cammie pocket and lift out my brown leather wallet, take out two twenties and a ten-dollar bill and hand them to him.
“Sergeant, the booze was only thirty bucks.”
“Twenty bucks tip for such fast service, don’t worry about it Corporal.”
“Golly, thanks Sergeant, I can use the tip.”
“No worries Corporal, you deserve it.”
“Thanks again Sarge.”
“Ryan, go settle down on the couch in the living room, put your boots up on the coffee table and relax, I’ll be with you in a minute…I’ll make a couple jacks for us.”
He does as he’s told. I can see him as I walk into the kitchen, he’s stretched out, hands behind his head, fingers laced together and boots up on the coffee table. Earlier, I crushed two Viagra pills and a sleeping sedative together which I put in his drink, mix until it dissolves. I return to the living room and hand him his drink. He smiles up at me as he takes the glass from my hand and raises it to clink against my glass and says aloud, “OOORAH to the Corps.” And downs the mixture in two big gulps.
I return to the kitchen and bring the fifth of JD back with me and pour him two more fingers of bourbon. This time he just sips the drink adjusting his body to my lumpy Early American couch.
We sit, me on one of my uncomfortable Early American arm chairs opposite him, my boots up on the coffee table next to his highly polished combats. We do some back and forth chit chat passing the time as he slowly reacts to my special cocktail. I’m watching him go under peacefully and use my boots to knock against his causing a deep and hollow thud, boot against boot.
“Damn Sergeant, is it getting a little warm in here or is it just me?”
“You’re right Ryan I say as I begin to unbutton his Cammie blouse exposing his white undershirt, and at the same getting a snout full of his pit sweat which goes right to my crotch.”
“Let’s get you out of this blouse”, I say as I urge him to sit up briefly as I pull it from his body.
“I’m getting a little dizzy Sarge but my dick is going full on hard.” He says as I release the web belt buckle and unbutton his Cammie trousers fly.
“Let’s see what you’ve got going on down here.” I say softly and reach in the opening of his boxers and pull out his pulsating dick, the head angry red and oozing pre-cum. Dip my index finger in the clear liquid, scraping over his piss slit and raise it to his lips.
“Here you go Ryan, take a taste.” I say, smearing the pre-cum over his lips and insert my finger into his warm mouth. “How you like that?” “Tastes pretty good huh?”
He’s moving his head slightly attempting to dislodge my finger from his mouth. “Just relax Ryan, just relax, all is well.”
I take my finger from his mouth and use both of my hands to guide his face into mine. I go in for a deep tongue probing kiss sucking his tongue into my mouth to play with it with my own, doing battle as I suck the sweet spit from his moist mouth down my hungry gullet.
I allow his head to fall back of the couch, his breath coming in easy pulls as I bend over and worry his Cammie trousers and white boxers down to his knees exposing a tall throbbing seven or eight inch cut dick with a beautifully shaped mushroom head standing tall over two heavy bloated hairy balls. I left them in my right palm to feel their weight. I’m amazed at how much they weigh, there must be weeks of cum stored in his baby making factory. He is going to be one of my prize milk bulls.
He’s just lying there, helpless and ready for the taking. I recall fucking his ass and how my dick felt trapped inside his hot body, but now, I’m eager to see how much Marine Corps cum I can draw out of those two beautiful nuts of his.
I start by dropping spit into the palm of my hand and ease it over the head of his dick gently palming the eager meat as I close my hand around the thick shaft and start playing with it. The room is filled with scent of raw sex, boot leather, sweat and the lingering odor of bourbon hangs in the air. I’m taking my time with the Corporal because he’s down for the count and I have nowhere to go. I pick up my glass of JD and sip slowly surveying the prey I’ve captured.
The first thing I want to do is undress him, so I start by unlacing his black leather combat boots, pull the laces until they are loose enough for me to ease them off of his feet, which I do slowly exposing the green sweated up wool socks he’s wearing. The boot leather is warm in my hand and the scent of hot leather and boot polish together with a bleach and Dial soap fragrance attack my face as I bring one up and sink my face into the top. I’m not usually a foot man, but this young stud has my balls in an uproar. I want to taste every inch of his beautiful masculine body, and own it.
The amazing thing about men and their boots is that they all smell different depending on the man wearing them and how well he takes care of the leather and how clean the man is in his habits. This Marine is squeaky clean and has spent many hours spit polishing his boots and has used great care where they are concerned. Like other Marines, he’s damned proud of his boots.
I sit the boots down next to his head and proceed to remove his Cammie trousers and boxers leaving only his damp wool socks in place, then raise both of his arms above his head, cross his wrists and grab a coil of rope from under the couch to tie his wrists together. His black wet hairy pits are calling to me, so I bend and nuzzle one then the other sniffing, licking, sucking and chewing the wet hair, their earthy scent overpowering as I clean each pit.
Next kiss the side of his neck, biting and sucking at the flesh leaving love marks in my wake, I’m in a frenzy of desire as I take his ear between my teeth and bite down but not hard enough to break the skin, lick inside and continue kissing and licking his neck under his chin working my way down to his hairy chest to zero in on one of his nips. They are brown and the size of nickels, circled with sparse black chest hair, with a light pinkish nub in the center. I take the first one into my mouth and gently nurse on it, finally plumping up the nub to feel It swell inside of my conquering maw, suck on it until I taste the clear milk leaking onto my tongue, then the other tit receives the same treatment.
Everything about Corporal Dickinson’s skin is enticing. It’s smooth, clean, slightly hairy and tastes the way you’d expect a man to taste. His body is naturally muscular and worked out, the symmetry is God like and lying there naked in front of me, his hard member standing guard over two hairy cum tanks. He looks like an offering to the God Apollo. Square jawline and a nose fit for a Roman statue tempting anyone privileged to lay eyes upon him.
I begin by kneeling at his size 12 feet. Use my hands to enclose both to feel their warmth and lower my face into the arches, inhale the intoxicating clean fragrance of bleach, man sweat, and soap wafting its way to my face from his wool socks, then slowly remove both, bring them to my face and inhale before stuffing them into my rear Cammie pocket. Bend down and take his right big toe into my mouth and gently suck on it like I was sucking a dick, tasting the man I have just captured. I silently worship the sleeping Marine I have before me, going from his young feet up his muscular legs to the hanging balls now resting on the surface of the couch, spread his legs wide and lean in to lick and finally bring one then the other into my waiting mouth to suck and roll around with my tongue feeling their hardness. His cock is still raging hard, the head slick with pre-cum, it’s mouth slightly open and dripping clear liquid.
I, have to catch my breath, have another JD and decide how I’m going to proceed from here. This young Marine looks angelic, but in fact he is a tough Marine capable of killing another man with his bare hands if needed. The thought of him in hand to hand combat with another man has my dick jumping around in my trousers just thinking about him taking another down or being taken down himself is beyond dick hardening.
Question: Is Corporal Ryan Dickinson now private slave stock for Sergeant Collins or is he going to be part of the dairy farm? Stay tuned for Chapter 8 and find out.
