As I get ready to leave Corporal O’Connor in my office with his father, I have a very good idea of what he is planning to do to him. I feel a slight tingle run down my spine, as I look over my shoulder to see the sinister smile on his face, the angel with the heart of a devil. I don’t want him to off his old man. But I do want him to get the revenge he so rightly deserves.
I stop for an instant to witness him yank his dad’s cowboy boots from his feet along with the damp white sweat socks, cover his face in the top of one of the boots and inhale the warm scent inside, set it aside then take one of the sweat socks and stuff it into his dad’s mouth effectively shutting him up.
“Sean, don’t kill the mother fucker, I need his cum factory.”
“No Sergeant, I won’t kill him, but I am going to see what he’s made of…see how much pain an old Marine can take…no broken bones, just a little blood here and there.”
“Ok then, I’ll leave you two to work things out, but keep in mind that I like this one and intend to make use of his body again, he’s a damn good fuck.”
“Got it Sergeant, I’m just going to soften him up a little bit for you.”
Tonight, we’re moving our captured military studs to our dairy farm. Everything is in order after several weeks of preparations and a lot of money spent on repairs and paint. I have refitted the cow milking apparatus so that they fit the human cocks of our herd. And of course, a week ago I tried the new device out on myself, sat down on the vibrating dildo in the middle of the chair and eased it up my ass, turned it on to feel the bulbous head vibrate, attacking my prostate gland causing my eight- inch dick to stiffen inside the soft rubber glove of the machine. The mother fucker massaged my cock and milked me dry, I could see the soft white rubber glove grip my cock and play with it inside the clear plastic cylinder. It started slowly at first going up and down as it gripped and massaged my cock, then faster and faster, finally causing me to ejaculate into the clear hood covering my dick head. I was transfixed as it sucked out my cream sending it up the clear plastic tube to deposit the cum into my version of an ice tray with twelve separate compartments. The cum was then fast frozen into cubes for delivery to my customers. Tonight. we go into full production and will fill several ice trays with military sperm.
The dungeon is fairly quiet, tonight. All of my prisoners are stretched out on their bunks, all still dressed in their uniforms, the shock collars are snug around each neck. It’s hard for me to believe that I have captured all of these military studs and that I own all of them. I am beyond rich in male flesh since each man represents money in the bank for me. I speak out loud to the locked cells and their occupants.
“I’m moving all of you studs to your new home tonight, so back up to the cell bars and put your hands behind your backs. I reach through the bars, grab and hand cuff each man. I open the cell doors and speak. “All of you get out here and stand shoulder to shoulder.”
All three come out and stand shoulder to shoulder speechless. I walk behind them, pull three bright red ball gags out of a back pack sitting at my feet, reach over their shoulders and force the balls between the teeth of each man, then buckle each in the back. I can already see drool leaking past the ball gags and down their chin stubble.
“Sean” I yell, “Bring your dad out here now…we need to get this show on the road.”
The door to my office opens slowly. Corporal O’Connor has his handcuffed dad in a head lock and is dragging him out of the office, he has those expensive cowboy boots in his free hand and tosses them to me saying, “Here you go Sir, I know you like my dad’s boots and now they belong to you, he ain’t gonna be needing them from now on, I’ll give him a pair of my combats to wear.”
I catch the boots and stuff them into my back pack, they’re still warm. “Thanks boy, I owe you one.”
“No problem Sergeant, they’ll look a lot better on your feet anyway, sexy as fuck.”
Former Marine Sergeant O’Connor, looks the worst for wear, it’s easy to see that his son has beaten the living shit out of him, split lip, the black eye that I gave him is starting to shine. He is limping slightly as his son pulls him over to me saying, “You’re right Sarge, he’s one fine fuck!”
“Ok Sean, hand me those black leather hoods. It takes only a few minutes to drop the hoods over each man’s head and lace up in the back. The room is filled with a pleasant new leather scent, and all of my studs are ready for transport.
“Corporal, it’s plenty dark outside and time to get our bulls into the back of the paddy wagon I have waiting outside, so, let’s get going and deliver our cattle to the farm.”
We take them one at a time out of the dungeon and up the stairs through the warehouse. I already have the sliding side doors open and ready to receive our guests. It’s dark outside except for a street light standing thirty feet away casting long eerie shadows, it’s a moonless night as we exit the warehouse. The first man is the Colonel. I lead him carefully to the side of the wagon and pull him inside, sit him down on one of the two benches that run along both sides of the wagon facing each other and attach his cuffed hands to the metal bar behind the bench. And one by one we haul our captives outside to our paddy wagon and secure them inside, except for Sergeant O’Connor, I want him in front next to me to protect him from his son mostly, but I also want to get his hard dick and full hairy balls out of his jeans and play with them as I drive to our dairy farm. Like I said earlier, he’s one fine piece of Marine meat and he just might be the man I choose to keep as my personal property. There is something special about a man my same age, he’s no young Marine, however, he has a developed muscular body and ample body hair to be appealing, besides, his pheromones keep calling to me. Maybe it’s his natural body scent, manly and mature, or his handsome face that attracts me or his old time Marine attitude that gets me right between my legs. Anyway, this is going to be a night to remember for all.
Corporal O’Connor is seated opposite the Lieutenant eyeing him up and down. The sinister look on the young Corporal’s face is bone chilling. The Lieutenant has a look of resolve and sheer terror written all over his young face as the Corporal raises his booted feet and slams them down on the other man’s crotch, crossed at the ankle they land on top of the metal cock cage holding the Lieutenants cock and balls. Lucky for the young officer, the metal cage took the brunt of the attack. The Lieutenant has his eyes shut tight and grimaces as the heavy Marine boots land on his protected crotch.
“In case you cum bulls haven’t figured it out yet.” The Corporal says, “You’re never going to escape, you’re in for the long haul, you are all now nothing more than property to be dealt with as we see fit, so make your minds up to that fact, you’re nothing more than farm animals to us.”
We drive for three hours through the night to reach the farm. All the time, I’ve had my hand wrapped around the Sergeants cock, just kind of relaxed play. His male musk has filled the enclosed front area of my paddy wagon. He has the look of a defeated man sitting with his hands cuffed behind his back, legs spread wide, his socked feet resting on the floor mat. He’s watching me play with his dick and balls, occasionally closing his eyes and attempting to smile even with a split lip. I like this mature Marine. He shoots heavy loads of his man juice. I actually crave the taste of this man and crave the manly smell he emits. I have all types of fantasies running through my mind as I steal a sideways glace at him. Many fun nights in store for him and me.
Finally, we reach the wide red dirt road and bump our way up the mountain and stop in front of the new electrified gate that I contracted for and had installed. There is a ten-foot-high fence with razor wire at the top that surrounds the entire compound, the fence is electrified. I also had closed circuit TV cameras installed, and floodlights to ensure that no one will get in or out without my permission. The control panel for the closed-circuit system is located in the living room next to the fire place, and only I have the password to operate the system. I reach into the glove compartment, retrieve the remote that will open the gate and hit the button to watch the heavy metal gate slide open.
I drive the wagon up to the long dormitory and park, get out, go around and open the passenger door, pull the Sergeant out and since he is without his boots I hoist him over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry and turn toward the house, instead of dropping him off at the barracks I walk him into the house and deposit him face down on the queen size bed in my bedroom and say to him, “You just relax here Sergeant I have a plan in mind for you tonight.” He strains to look over his shoulder to watch me leave the house and go over to the barracks where Corporal O’Connor has already stored the men from the wagon.
Each man is lying face down on the new mattress I purchased, still gagged, hands still cuffed over the small of their backs, all still in uniform, as I enter the bunk house. Corporal O’Connor is standing at the foot of the Lieutenant’s bunk, untying his Bates shoes, pulling them off along with his military socks. He has that sinister smile on his face again and is tentatively running his tongue over two plump lips. I watch in fascination as he pulls a large pair of sharp scissors from a back pack he brought with him and begins to cut the Marine Corps khaki uniform from the Lieutenant’s body. He sends the shears up one trouser leg, then the other revealing two muscular blond hairy legs, then cuts the web belt, turns the scissors and attacks the ass of the trousers. And there he is, lying face down, his uniform trousers cut from his body, lying in one big piece of khaki material under his body with nothing remaining except his blouse, undershirt and boxer underwear.
“Hey you guys”, he says to the two men face down on their bunks, “Did you ever see such a sweet ass in your life?” giving it a sharp slap …” Just look at it,” he says running his hands over the firm young buttocks of the trapped officer. “I’d swim a river of shit to get to something this fine, so now, let’s take a good look at the whole steer.” He says, turning his scissors to the young officers’ blouse and undershirt, shredding them leaving the Lieutenant stripped bare, except for his white boxer shorts. He yanks the waist of the underwear away from his victim’s body and slices it in half, exposing the round, full buttock covered with a light dusting of blond hair, drops the scissors down next to the young man, uses his index finger to trace the crack, finally going all the way inside the Lieutenants trembling mounds to find the pucker, enters with a quick jab then raises the finger to his nose smiling as he sucks in the acrid but mellow scent on his finger. And says to the Major and Colonel as they lay there watching the action, “Ahh…very nice butt stink Sir”, he says sarcastically.
They all strain to witness the Corporal unbuckle his web belt and pull it from his waist, wrap it around his fist a couple of times leaving the buckle dangling, and without another second passing by, raises the belt above his head and brings it down on the officer’s butt immediately raising the blushing red imprint of the buckle on the targets ass and causing the young man to cry out in pain as a second and third blow lands. “Oh my God…please don’t hit me again…PLEASE…PLEASE!”
I enter and walk quickly to where the Lieutenant is lying, his body trembling, you can see the piss stain under his body caused by the whipping he just received, grab Sean by his shoulder and turn him to face me saying, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing asshole?” “I don’t want these men harmed…I saw what you did to your dad, but that kind of shit stops right now!” I say as I grab his crotch, getting a handful of balls and squeeze until he sinks to his knees. “Don’t you ever do this again because I swear to God I’ll break your fucking neck!”
“Sorry Sergeant...it’s this fuckers attitude that sent me over the edge…I won’t do It again, I promise.”
“Listen up Corporal, you pull this crap on any of these men again and you’ll wind up as part of the herd, not the herder, do you get what I mean?”
“Yes Sir, I get it.”
“Good, then get them stripped and remove the cock cages, I have a protein cocktail laced with Viagra that I just a few minutes ago prepared. You are to make certain that every man drinks his dinner because we’re going into the military milk business tonight.”
“Yes Sir, I’ll make certain that they drink down the entire mixture. How long does it take for it to work?”
“Not that long, so get to work and remove all of the cages…I’ll be back in about twenty minutes and we will walk them to the milking barn.”
In the meantime, I go back to the house where I have the Sergeant secured on his belly, fully clothed in his western jeans and cowboy shirt, his socked feet hanging off the end of the mattress. He’s resting quietly in the dark bedroom before I hit the light switch illuminating the room, sit down next to him using my left hand to squeeze his round, perfect Marine ass that trembles under my touch then say, “Calm down Sergeant…what’s your first name?” he turns his face toward me and speaks, “Scott, my name is Scott.” “Good Scott…I cut you out of the herd because you remind me of my brother, he was a Marine also and we had some damn good times together when he came home on leave…I was eighteen and he was twenty-two the first time he seduced me. I was a straight arrow in those days, football quarterback, pitcher on our high school baseball team, and actually had a beautiful girl friend I used to fuck at every opportunity, but it was that big Marine dick of his that I used to worship…I can almost feel it up my ass even today.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No, on the contrary, he was gentle and loving when he took my ass for the first time. I remember him eating me out for what seemed like hours, but was only for a few minutes before using his fingers to play with my tight boy pucker to loosen me up before going for the main event.”
“Is that what turned you into a queer?”
“Well, Scott…that’s a good question…what turned me queer, and I prefer gay to queer, was how handsome he looked in his Marine uniform. He used to instruct me on how to do a Marine Corps spit shine on his boots while he was wearing them, and I loved being down at his feet looking up at his smiling face as I worked away on his leather.”
“You know,” Scott says, “I started messing with Sean when he turned eighteen. Taught him how to pleasure his dad’s dick…I loved watching my teenage boy lick my dick head…slide my hood back and scoop out the dick cheese with his tongue…you could see that he was getting into servicing his dad, and I loved that. When I did finally take his butt hole, he was having none of it, that’s when I tied and gagged him for the first time.”
“Well Scott, you belong to me now, no other way to look at it, so make your mind up to the fact that when I want you, I take you…is that clear enough?”
“Yes, Sergeant I understand, and would you tell me your first name?”
“No problem, it’s Master.”
I watch his face dissolve into a peaceful acceptance of my words. His dark eyes scanning my face as he licks his lips and smiles that crocked smile, the only one possible because of his split lip. I reach into my trouser pocket and bring out keys to the handcuffs he’s wearing and unlock them from his wrist, “Turn over Scott”, I’m going to strip you naked.”
He rolls over on his back and watches me as I unbuckle his rodeo belt and unzip his jeans, pull them from his legs along with his white sweat socks, leaving the encrusted white Marine jock he’s wearing in place, then grab his shirt rip it open causing the fake pearl snaps to give way to reveal his muscular and hairy chest. I can’t resist temptation as I lower my face to his chest and suck in one of his nips and play with it sucking and biting the nub bringing blood into it. I can feel it plump up in my hot mouth under my ministrations becoming round and firm, switch to the other nip and do the same, all the time, he’s moaning and moving around as I raise his right arm and dive into the sweated up and musk filled pit, licking and chewing at it, then turn my attention to the other one and do the same to it. His dick is standing straight up and throbbing with every beat of his heart. I’m eyeing his cum factory, hairy and full, but I’m going to leave them for now.
“You stay put until I come for you, in the meantime go through my closet and you will locate the Majors combats, put them on and lace them up, they are the only thing you’re going to wear until I say differently, or until I get you a pair of Marine Corps combats.”
I return to the barracks where the Corporal has stripped all of our cattle down to their boots and has removed the handcuffs and cock cages, then I speak, “Let’s herd our cattle to the milking barn, I have a nice chair for each of you to sit on while we milk you.”
The Corporal makes the men walk in single file into the milking barn. The long one story wooden frame building contains no windows, just a fake grass rug between each milking station. The milking stations are separated by a four-foot-high wooden partition. The hanging milking apparatus waits patiently for a cock to massage and suck.
The Corporal under my instructions has greased up each dildo and made them ready to spear the assholes of our cattle. The dick cocktail I made each man drink down has done the trick. All dicks are standing tall and throbbing. I move the Major into stall number one, force him to sit down slowly on the vibrating dildo until his butt is firmly on the seat. I take each arm, place it on the arm of the chair and use the the hanging leather straps to buckle his arms securely, then do the same to his legs, buckling the leather straps just above the tops of his boots until he’s locked in with no way to escape or even move around at all. I can see him looking around and paying special attention to the milking cylinder that I’m bringing down toward his hard member, slip it over the head of his ten-inch cock and slowly push it down to see the rubber sleeve gobble up his throbbing human spear.
“Get this God damned thing off my dick...NOW!”
“You fucker… you’re so damned hot when you let that red hair of yours do all the talking…just wait a few minutes and I guarantee you’re going to love what this machine can do to you.”
He shuts up and watches the rubber glove make love to his baby maker, going up and down slowly, silently at first then speeding up and getting tighter around his fuck pole, whining and squeezing the head lovingly, urging his balls to draw close to his body as the vibrating dildo pounds his prostate, causing him to erupt and ejaculate, coughing up five of the biggest cum shots that I have ever seen. We both watch the machine suck his sperm up the clear plastic tube then disappear.
His head is back and his mouth is open sucking in air as he begins to come down from the high he just experienced. “What did I tell you Major?” “Didn’t I say you were going to experience a new kind of high? “Didn’t I, huh?
He remains silent as we both watch the Colonel sit down on the dildo and the Corporal strap him in the chair, push the clear milking sleeve over the Colonel’s leaking dick and turn the machine on. We witness the Corporal do the same to the Lieutenant as the machine milks and sucks up his Marine Corps sperm. We’re off and running now, our milk business is going full throttle. Now all I have to do is contact my rich gay clientele.
Chapter 10 will be exciting as I build our Marine sperm herd, introducing new young Marine meat to the farm. Sergeant O’Connor becomes a main player in the coming chapters as we move into new territory, his son Corporal Sean O’Connor becomes a liability and has to be dealt with
