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MILITARY SCHOOL TRAINING & MANAGEMENT, Chapter 18
The Trainee thought back to the aftermath of his humiliating wedding night, something he had done countless times. The day after, he'd told his new wife the truth, that he wasn't homosexual but was forced into it. His dick was so small because they had attached a device that shrunk it, but it would grow back and he hoped they could have normal sex together.
When she asked him about the rumors in high school, he told her they were greatly exaggerated. He had been forced into it once, and that's how the talk started. But it was only once, with one other boy, he insisted.
They three of them met the following weekend, a few days after Caleb Franklin confronted him with Polaroid snapshots of him sucking a half-dozen different high school boys, and flogged and strapped him for the lie he had told.
"The Commandant was right about you," Franklin said, caustically. "He told me you'd tell any lie you thought you could get away with, and that I'd need to maintain discipline and control. And here I was actually thinking I'd let you out of your cage all the time and even take you to Julia's if you were good."
Julia's was the town whorehouse. Caleb knew that Charles Yarrow liked women, and believed that his high school activities with males were a phase. Not that it mattered. Yarrow had lied, and it was time that he knew the full consequences.
"I don't know what the hell I was thinking," Franklin said, spitting out the words. "Hell, I was one of the guys you sucked off. I thought you were over it, but that little hardon you got while I was beating on you told me otherwise. I figured no Man would ever want to take dick, but then I remembered that you're queer and not a Man. Recite your oath."
"I am not a Man," he replied. "I will never be a Man. Every Man is my superior. I will spend my life in the service to Men whose ranks I will never join. I will honor and obey Men, without question or reservation, in any manner that they might require. So help me God."
"Correct," Franklin said. "And being a queer, you are not going to be using your little pecker. "I don't know why I thought otherwise, but I don't anymore. Maybe you think you're not a queer. I don't really care, but I would advise you to get used to it."
His lie sealed his fate, not just with Franklin but with his new wife, who had known more than she let on. She would wear the pants in the family, "Colonel" Franklin being a cuckold and docile servan and the sheriff being her real husband and enforcer of any rules either of them might establish.
Then they repeated the wedding night.
"Darling," his new wife said, "why don't you get Caleb warmed up and ready?"
Now she was fully complicit, and the humiliation was complete.
Franklin peeled off his uniform, showing his long, thick, stiff erection, and large, tight balls. The "colonel" licked them while Franklin screwed his wife while wearing a condom, and after he came he fed the the "colonel" and demanded thanks. A couple hours later, he fucked the "colonel," and Melida gathered the semen into a turkey baster and injected it into her vagina, something she would do until she became pregnant with Clifton.
Two years later, she gave birth to Caleb Jr., who was not Yarrow's son but Franklin's, and the die was cast for the future.
By any standard, Trainee Chrissy Davis made a stunning girl: slim, petite, blonde, attractive. When the sheriff, Harlan, Caleb, Zeke, and the Trainees met for dinner one night, the "colonel" found himself strongly attracted to Chrissy and the tits that strained the fabric of her blouse.
Not that he could follow through in the way he'd have wanted to. The cage he wore was constructed with a tube extending into the wearer's piss hole to prevent erections. Because the wearer kept his balls, there was always some level of sexual function, as least potentially. But there was a quirk: a variation in sperm production that made it necessary to for the wearer to periodically ejaculate at least every six months to maintain the urinary system.
The same variation produced a sort of back-and-forth effect, making the wearer sexually "on edge" for two or three weeks after maintenance, then increasingly docile and compliant yet frustrated by the lack of release. The Tops, as owners, held the keys and were taught how to use the full effects of the cages, both physical and mental, to manage their charges.
The cage-wearing Trainees were never permitted to masturbate as part of their maintenance, nor did their owners stimulate their penises. Their ejaculations were generated anally -- sometimes with fingers, other times with a plug or a dildo, other times by the owner's erection. The maintenance ejaculations were not enjoyable but they were all a Trainee would have, and he would look forward to them even though the aftermath was an uncomfortable "on edge" period – like the one the "colonel" was in, having been "maintained" on his way to the academy.
"Damn, they did a good job on this one," the sheriff said as he sat next to Chrissy on the couch, fondling her breasts while Captain Harlan looked on, smiling proudly. "Can't even tell she was ever a guy."
The "colonel" sat in a chair across a coffee table wearing only a T-shirt, his hungry eyes drinking in the sight of the young woman and the sheriff, handsome in his tight uniform. Zeke sat on the other side, stroking her legs and running his hand underneath her skirt.
"You guys are in luck," Harlan said as the sheriff and his son undressed her. "Chrissy, why don't you stand up and show everyone what you've got?"
Chrissy had grown to enjoy her situation, and the affection she was shown made her join in the taunting and temptation of the "colonel," who felt his frustration rise as his balls buzzed and filled up while she turned and bent over, her peach-like ass only a foot or two from his face.
It was time for the sheriff to screw her, and he picked her up and put her back on the couch. He kept his uniform on, and gave the "colonel" his orders.
"When I tell you, you will unzip my fly, find my hardon and put it into Chrissy's snatch," he said, coldly. "Kiss my ass while I'm fucking her, and when I'm done you will clean her out."
The Trainee followed the instructions, and before long was licking the sheriff's load of cum out of the girl's cunt. Then it was Zeke's turn. Just before he came, there was a knock on the door that he didn't notice. It was his friend and half-brother, Caleb Franklin-Yarrow Jr., and his Trainee, Clifton.
When it was over, the friends greeted each other warmly.
"I see that ya gave Chrissy a good workout," Caleb said, brightly. "The night's young, buddy. Plenty more to do."
"I've gotta say ol' Jake Harlan's right about being in luck," Zeke replied. "You guys got this girl when you want to screw a girl, and you've got the Trainees when you want to mess around with that."
"And you've got all of it for the month," Caleb said.
The Trainees – the males in T-shirts and Chrissy now wearing panties and a lacy bra – served pretzels and beers to the Men while they chatted in front of a television and waited for their balls to reload. After a while, the beer went through, and Caleb called out to the "colonel."
"Get on over here, fake dad," he said, his voice stern and contemptuous. The "colonel" Trainee complied with the order and knelt in front of a pair of spread legs, joined at the bulge in the middle.
"Take my dick out and put it in your queer mouth," Caleb said, his tone still brutal. When the "colonel" followed the instruction, the young Captain, nearly 30 years the colonel's junior, pissed hard in his throat, knowing that his non-father had long been trained to swallow every drop.
"Thank you, sir," he said when it was over.
Caleb and Zeke kept drinking their beers, and then it was time for more. Caleb called over to his older half-brother and ordered him to do what the "colonel" had done.
"So you started by fucking the girl, and now you've had both your father and your brother drink your piss," Harlan said, chuckling. "I suppose you'll fuck 'em both before the night's over."
Caleb smiled and laughed.
"Yeah, I screwed Chrissy, and got my ass kissed while I was going at it and then had my piss drunk, but it wasn't my father or my brother," he said to Harlan. "This 'colonel' didn't ever fuck my mother, so he didn't make me. Clifty is my half-brother on my mother's side. She used a damn turkey baster to make him after the sheriff got him squirted off and they saved it."
"So you're not a father-fucker and you're only half a brother-fucker then," Harlan replied.
"I haven't actually fucked either one of them yet," Caleb said. "But tonight's the night."
In the meantime, the sheriff had reloaded, and called to the "colonel."
"Get on down there and warm me up," he said, bidding the Trainee to blow into the crotch of his tight uniform pants, quickly producing a long, thick, stiff erection.
"Chuck here loved to suck my dick in high school," he said to Zeke and Caleb as they watched and chuckled. "Didn't you, Chuck?"
"Yes sir," he replied, meekly, knowing it was true.
"His daddy found out about his dick sucking and put a stop to it," the sheriff continued. "And Clifty here had a fine old time taking care of Zeke, didn't ya?"
"Yes sir," the younger Trainee replied.
"Ya also had a good ol' time when my deputy and his son took hold of ya that one summer when ya came back," the sheriff said. "And ya know what? Yer grandpappy was a faggot too. The Commandant back then, he got the guy to take a transfer to regular Army duty on account of the family name."
"Yeah, I heard about that," Caleb Jr. said. "Three straight generations of Yarrow queers. But that ends now. I'm taking over the family, and no son of mine is gonna be a dicksucker, that's for damn certain."