I sit quietly sipping my JD as I watch my naked sleeping Prince, his mouth slightly agape, his head to one side, out cold for the next hour or so I’m thinking. I kneel next to him and take his hard dick in my hand and gently play with it like a kid playing with a new toy. It’s still under the influence of the Viagra I tricked him into drinking and throbbing as I move my hand up and down the smooth shaft, rubbing my thumb over his piss slit lubricating it’s swollen head causing the mouth to open and close emitting clear pre-cum which coats my palm with its slick emission.
I pick up the glass he recently emptied and aim his dick head into the center and jack it slowly. It’s easy to see that he’s ready to shoot another load of Marine Corps sperm and after just a few ups and downs the mouth of his dick head opens wide, like its smiling at me and begins to cough up shot after shot of his cum into the glass filling it to about half an inch. I swirl it around coating the sides of the glass like I’m accessing the quality of a fine wine, then turn it up and drink down in one short gulp. The taste is just as I remembered, slightly metallic with an earthy finish. It’s going to be hard for me to send him to the herd, but that’s the way it has to be. He’s young and full of cum as they say and in his case, accurate. No, he’s going to make a lot of money for me. There’s no way I’m going to let this Marine get away after his commitment expires. I own this fucking bull and I intend to keep him, full stop!
After I untie his hands and bring him into a sitting position, take his white sweated up undershirt, drop the round opening over his head, grab each hand and pull them through the opening and work the shirt down to his middle while his chin rests on his upper chest, pull his arms into his Cammie blouse with rolled up sleeves, pull it down then button it up, next work his Cammie trousers up his legs and over his butt and button up and buckle his web belt. I like him free balling, so no underwear.
Taking another sip of my JD I lift his legs and sit down to bring his bare feet onto my lap, the heels of both feet resting on my crotch, as my dick comes alive once again. I stroke his clean feet and take note of how carefully he has trimmed his toe nails, they look like a professional job but I know that he prides himself in the way he looks. Cammie uniform always starched and crisp and his boots always spit shinned, so I know he does his own feet.
I take his green wool socks from my back pocket and ease his feet into the slightly damp tubes then pick up both of his combats and pull them onto his feet, stuff the bottom of his trousers into the tops and lace them back up, turn him over on his stomach, grab and pull both hands over the small of his back, cross and tie, wind my rope around his boot shafts several times and pull snugly and tie off, then yank his feet back and attach his boots to his bound wrists, he’s hogtied now and going nowhere.
My phone is ringing in its holster. “Collins here.”
“Sergeant, this is Sean… the shock collars you ordered arrived about an hour ago along with two remotes and two cattle prods.”
“That’s good news Corporal we’re going to need those in the coming days, and another thing Sean, I want you to fasten a collar around each of our bull’s necks and test them out, I need to know how effective they are going to be as control devices.”
“Yes, Sergeant, I’ve already tested one on the Lieutenant. He’s one arrogant son of a bitch, you could cut his attitude with a dull knife. I told him to get down on his knees and kiss my boots and he just stood there and somehow got the nerve up to yell at me, go fuck yourself mother fucker Sergeant, I had no choice, I just beat the fucking shit outta him, his hands were free, not cuffed behind his back he was able to defend himself but after I punched him in his bread basket a couple of times he crumbled to his knees, that’s when I hit the red button on the remote twice, he crawled over and kissed both of my boots…this damned collar does the trick every time.”
“That’s good news Corporal, not get over here pronto, I have Ryan hogtied and ready for delivery to our dungeon.”
“Sir, I thought you were going to keep him as your personal property, and that hurt my feeling a little because I thought you were going to put me in that position.”
“At ease Corporal, you are in that position, no worries there. Didn’t I give you your father as your own slave property? “And now, you can have Ryan as your punching bag, so be grateful for small favors.”
“Yes Sir, thank you for my new present, I’ve always wanted to plow into him and see what he’s made of, wipe that confident smile off of his face, no, knock that smile off his face!”
“We might have to put him up on the Saint Andrews Cross as his first lesson in obedience…you’ll love wielding the bull whip the sadistic bastard that you are and I want to be present when you draw first blood, show him who’s in charge when I’m not around.”
“Yes Sir, I want him…I’ll be your enforcer. I can handle all of them if you give me the opportunity.”
“Ok Corporal, now get a move on it and get over here pronto, we need to transport Ryan to his new destination”
“I’m on my way Sir, be there in a few.”
In the meantime, Corporal Dickinson is beginning to come out of his forced sleep mumbling softly. “What the fuck? Why am I tied up? “What the fuck is going on Sergeant?
“Just relax boy, you’ve been had and I own you, nothing, NOTHING you can do about it, you belong to me now!”
“But Sergeant I was with you all the way…why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you’re now officially my property, my bull to milk, so shut the fuck up!”
I unbutton my Cammie trousers and pull out my semi-hard cock, pinch his nose closed and when he opens up for air I shove my baby maker into his resisting mouth, relax my bladder and slowly fill his mouth with my clear warm piss and watch him swallow, his Adams apple bobbing up and down swallowing my gift to him.”
Twenty minutes later Sean arrives holding one of the shock collars in his hand, kneels and fastens the collar around his buddie’s neck and speaks. “Sergeant, why don’t I untie our friend here and test out his new collar?”
“Good idea, do it.”
Corporal O’Connor unties his Marine pal and steps back. Ryan stands up slowly getting the blood circulation back to his legs, then jumps Sean knocking him to the deck. I watch as Ryan sits on Sean’s belly with drawn fist ready to punch him in the face, and that’s when I hit the red button sending a shock wave to his neck.
“Ahhhhh Shit! Ahhh Shit, get this thing off my neck...I’ll fucking kill both of you assholes, I swear to God, I’m going to kill you both!”
Sean, shoves Ryan off his stomach, draws back his right foot and slams his boot into the other Marine’s stomach, then kicks and herds him around the deck, kicking and stomping with his heavy boots.
“Ok, ease off Corporal, we don’t want to kill one of our prize bull, now do we?”
“No Sir, just want him to suffer…I’ve had about all I can take of his holier than thou attitude toward me…I just want to watch him bleed and beg, that’s all.”
“There is going to be plenty of time for that Marine but right now, I want you to walk him to the back of my sedan, get in next to him and keep the remote in your hands just in case he gives us any more trouble.”
“Yes Sir” he says while grabbing his brother Marine by the back of his neck shoving him toward the door.”
“Sean, why are you doing this to me, why? I thought we were friends.”
“You’re nothing to me but an ass to kick…I’m going to have lots of fun with you when we get back to the dungeon, just saying asshole, just saying.”
The trip back to the warehouse is uneventful for the most part. Corporal Dickinson sits saying nothing. I can see in my rear-view mirror that Sean has his hands in Ryan’s unbuttoned trousers squeezing his free hanging balls, just sort of playing with them and causing pain. Ryan’s eyes are shut tightly, his lips pulled tight across his straight white teeth, his head back and moaning, spittle leaking from the side of his mouth.
“Sean, don’t ruin that cum factory, he’s our number one bull and we need him, so put those balls back where they were hanging!”
“Yes Sir, I just want him to understand where his place is in this food chain…he’s not a Marine MP, he’s a cum bull, and nothing more!”
We arrive back at the warehouse and escort Corporal Dickinson down to the dungeon. Sean has a firm grip on the back of his charges neck and you can read the discomfort and humiliation on Ryan’s face as he stumbles down the long flight of stairs being in the hands of his former buddy.
The dungeon is not quiet. We can hear the four captured military men talking in a low tone through the iron bars. Sergeant O’Connor is pacing back and forth having a conversation with the Lieutenant who is standing at the iron bars separating the two men. He has his caged cock and balls out of his khaki uniform trousers sort of playing with the cage, testing it. Pulling and twisting seeking to dislodge it from his body. The Sergeant seems to be transfixed by the young Lieutenant, watching him manipulate the cage trapping his manhood.
“You want this young stud don’t you dad?” I say “You want what this young Marine stud has hanging between his legs, huh, want it up your ass don’t you?”
He moves away from the iron bars while keeping me in his sight line. His hands playing with the shock collar around his neck and says, “I want to get out of here, I won’t say anything about this operation, NOTHING, I can keep my mouth shut, this is none of my business.”
“Well horse hung dad, the thing is, I like older Marines, just something about a mature body that’s been taken care of that calls to me. Hell, you’re only in your late thirties, you have a muscular but trim body there, hairy as fuck and I like it a lot. Come here dad we’re going into my office and have us a little fun.”
I approach the cell and unlock it as he’s moving back, comically trying to get away from me, Finally, hitting his back against the bars behind him as I enter.
“Where you going big boy? There is no way out except through me.” I say standing in front of him and reach out and take the back of his muscular neck and pull his face into mine. His two-day beard scratches, but I love it, I press my mouth against his and make him open up for a sloppy kiss, me sucking his tongue and drinking down his sweet saliva and what a taste it is. This is the mouth of a tough, mature former Marine and I have him exactly where I want him. His pits are sweated up and dripping, his lower region hasn’t been showered for at least two days, and he smells like all man, the kind of man you want to lasso from the back of a black stallion, as he tries to get away, catch his boots in the loop and bring him down, dismount, grab his hands, pull them behind him, tie them and wind my rope around his cowboy boot shafts and cinch them to his hands and do all this in a matter of minutes, throw my hands up, and slam my foot down on his hogtied conquered ass.
Yeah, that’s what went through my mind when I first saw him in his cowboy rig, and those expensive cowboy boots caught my eye quickly. I knew in an instant that I was going to own this big hunk of Marine meat if it was the last thing I ever did, and now I have him.
I put my arm around his shoulder and guide him out of his cell and walk him over to my office and through the door, close and lock it behind us. He’s standing there resolved and ready for what is about to happen to him. I reach forward and unbuckle his rodeo belt buckle, unzip his cowboy jeans and shimmy them down to his knees. He’s still wearing the Marine Corps white jock he’s had for years. His caged cock and balls are prisoners inside of his jock strap, I can see the piss stains and crusted cum on the white mesh. And like I said earlier, he smells like a rodeo cowboy from the bull pens, but not offensive, at least, not to me.
The terror and resolve is washing over his handsome face and he finally speaks to me. “Sir, I don’t know why I’m here…I don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment…I haven’t done anything…I haven’t done ANYTHING, so why not release me and let me be on my way, I said that I’d keep my mouth shut and let you get on about your business…so what do you say Sergeant?”
Grabbing him by the front of his shirt I push him back several steps, pull my right hand back and punch him in his face, knowing that he will have a black eye by tomorrow. “This is what you did to get here asshole, you raped your innocent son and turned him into some kind of sadist. He’s close to being a blood thirsty animal because of what you did to him when he was a kid, and now you’re going to pay big time buster, BIG TIME!”
I grab his throat and at the same time, knee him in his groin. prevent him from crumbling to the deck by holding his shirt front. “We’re about to have some fun dad!” I say as I drag him toward the bunk bed. “Bend over the mattress Marine, I want to take a good look at your pretty starfish.
He speaks, eyes wide with alarm, “Don’t do this to me Sergeant…just let me go and I’ll forget about everything that I’ve seen…please, just let me go!”
I remove my handcuffs from their holder and yank his hands behind his back, close them over both wrists. He’s straining to look over his shoulder as I kneel behind and pry open his dad cheeks and there it is staring at me, challenging me to get closer, his tight rosy dad pucker surrounded by soft black hair. The musk of his sweated-up man hole is almost overwhelming as the tip of my tongue snakes forward and tickles his guarded entry causing it to flutter.
His dick is rock solid and pressing into the mattress as I mash my face between his two mounds, hawk spit at the trembling tightly closed entry, lick around the relaxing asshole of the Marine I’ve taken, tasting his marinated ass juices and push inside to slobber inside his clean ass channel and wet his interior. My dick is calling to me, jumping and throbbing down my trouser leg dripping pre-cum when I release it into the open air. There is a knock at the door, so I walk over and open it and there stands Corporal O’Connor who speaks. “You got my dad in there don’t you Sergeant…may I come in?”
“Well, I’m just getting started but yeah, come on in and join the party.” He enters slowly and walks over to his trussed-up father bent over the mattress, reaches down and gets a hand full of his dad’s hair pulls his head up and spits a wad on his forehead. “You’re exactly where you belong and if I hear one more begging plea out of your mouth I’m going to stomp your sorry ass into the deck…you got THAT dad?”
“Son, PLEASE help me, this son of a bitch is going to kill me!”
“No, he’s not going to kill you, but before we finish up with you, you might wish you were dead…I’d cut your ball off as a trophy if the Sergeant here didn’t need the stuff you got in those old balls of yours, so as long as we can extract your dad sperm for sale, you’re safe for the time being.”
“Come here you sadistic fucker and get me hard, I’m going for a ride on this bucking bull dad of yours.”
He gets down on his knees, holds my dick in his hand, leans over it and takes the swollen head between his teeth and bites down hard, but not enough to break the skin but enough that it causes me to slap the back of his head.
“You hungry fucker, you trying to eat my dick raw?
“No Sir, just staying in practice for later.”
“Well, go practice on some other dick, I’m keeping this one,” and with that I squat slightly and ram my cock inside his dad’s shit channel until my balls hit his balls hanging down between his legs and begin a furious assault causing him to let out a blood curdling scream that echo’s and bounces off of all four walls. But I continue to pound his tight hole for the next ten minutes until my nuts are boiling over and I can’t hold off any longer and fire volley after volley of my nut juice into him.
“AAAAHHHH…AAAHHHH…SHIT, FUCK, DAMN, I’M FILLING YOU UP YOU PIECE OF DOG SHIT!”
I collapse over his back, my poker still deep inside him and hard as I pull out slowly. Its jerking and throbbing with a couple of brown speck on the head from his ruined ass. I walk over and stand at his head and say, “Clean me off dad…it’s all you, so no problem.”
He accepts my dick into his warm mouth and sucks, cleaning his own ass mess from my cock. I turn to his son saying, “He’s all yours Corporal, do whatever you want to him, just don’t injure his cum factory.”
“Thank you, Sir, I’ve waited a long time for this…I won’t kill him, not now anyway.”
Chapter 9 begins the hunt for new Marine meat and the dairy farm goes into full production.
