It is a long drive. I have no idea where we are going, but that's ok.
It is an uneventful drive as well, listening to Country Western music. I am kept naked for most of the drive, even shedding my socks and shoes early on.
Because of the tint, no one can see in. Sgt Tate will pull up beside a family in a minivan and then squeeze my tit or crush my balls, but none in the minivan see my reaction or what's going on.
Sometimes on the long stretches of highway, he will put his arm around me. Nothing is said between us.
We stop a few times, mostly so that I could piss. My bladder fills up quickly between the water and Sgt Tate's piss. He usually pulls off to the side of the road. He will tell me if I should put the shorts on.
They are his shorts, and I assume those are his skid marks. He is mindful of the people in the area, shorts if there is anyone around, naked otherwise.
That is except for one wayside where there are two semis parked. Since there are no restrooms, it is unlikely anyone else will pull in. He has me run naked across the picnic area to some bushes in the broad daylight. I am told not to cover myself up.
When I get back into the cab, his cock is in his hand.
We drive off with me sucking on it a little.
All in all, it has been a quiet but enjoyable ride.
After driving for five or six hours, we start to get into some serious city traffic. I haven't eaten anything all day. Sarge eats the snacks I prepared for both of us. When he stops for gas, he pulls in a drive thru, orders for himself, and then drives off. It is if I am not there.
I do get to drink more water, and more of his piss.
It's getting close to seven thirty when Sarge starts looking at his map on the phone.
"Sir?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want me to look at the map for you Sir? I'm pretty good with maps."
He slowly turns to me. The squints mean I said something stupid. He backhands me. "I know how to read a fucking map; I'm a Marine!"
My dad couldn't read a map to save his life.
"Actually fuckhead, you can navigate me there." He hands me the phone. After a pause, "You know, your father was one of the worst map readers I have ever trained."
I laugh.
We drive for another 20 minutes, with me guiding him to Anderson Community Leathers.
I put the skid marked shorts on. Sarge throws me a tank top. "You keep your mouth shut. Keep your eyes looking towards the ground. I will do all the talking."
I nod in affirmation. I get out and put on the top in a fluid motion. Sarge walks around the truck, placing his giant paw on my back and guiding me towards the door. This is the first leather store or sex shop I have ever been in.
I can't see in the windows, as they are covered over from the inside. A giant sign below a gay pride sticker on the door states "This is a business specializing in items of a sexual nature. NO CHILDREN UNDER 18 ALLOWED. By entering you agree to being exposed to these items." Below the sign is another with the time. On Fridays, they close at 8:00 PM, about 10 minutes from now.
"It's a good thing that you are over 18."
We enter. There are two men inside. They appear to be straightening up the store. One man, behind the counter, is putting things in the display. Without looking up he says "Hello."
"Well hello there." Sgt Tate has a smile on his face.
The other man is in back. He makes his way up to the front.
The one behind the counter looks at Sgt Tate. There is no mistaking his being startled by us. "What can we do for you?" Startled turns into lustful.
"We're here to buy some things."
"We're closing up in about 10 minutes."
The other man comes into the front. "But don't think that we are in a rush to get you out of here." He is a handsome man. His composure and confidence signals that he is either the owner or the manager. "You must be Len Tate? We spoke on the phone."
"And you must be Randy."
The two men shake hands. Randy is a large man but nowhere near as big as Sgt Tate. He has a dirty blonde moustache that completely covers his upper lip. His eyes are a pale blue. He has a Polo shirt that exposes his chest with blonde hair about the same color as his skin. He's quite a sexy man. Yet, he wears flip-flops.
"I'm Zach Sir." The smaller man behind the counter interrupts. He adds a wave in the air.
"You can call me Sarge." Sgt Tate is establishing his alpha status right away. Motioning to me, "And this is my bitch."
"Does he have a name?" Randy asks.
"Bitch. Does she need one?" I am back to being referred to as "she".
"No." Randy starts to laugh. The Sarge and Zach follow. I just remain quiet.
"So what can we do for you?"
"The bitch here just fell into my lap at my hunting lodge. Wasn't expecting her. I am in the process of renovating my dungeon, so none of my toys are there. I thought I would come by and pick up some items that will make the next week enjoyable for me."
Randy starts walking to Zach. "Anything in particular you are looking for?"
Sarge follows with me behind him. "Well let me begin by asking you two to keep business open for another hour just for me while I get everything I need. That way I can shop without being rushed. I would be willing to pay you extra."
Randy shakes no. "No bother. I can stick around."
"But I want to pay. How does $100 sound?"
Randy looks the other way, "I really couldn't . . ."
"Each."
Zach speaks up, "I'll take it. Randy you can give me yours. Sarge, I will gladly help you out."
"What about closing the store 5 minutes early?"
Zach is eager. "I'll do it right now Sir." Randy was going to speak up, but decided not to protest.
Zach comes around the counter and makes his way through the racks of leather clothes. The store is full of leather. Leather clothes make up the front of the shop. On the wall are tinier leather items that I don't even have a clue as to what they are. Behind a half wall I can see rows of Dildos.
The door is locked and the Open sign is turned off.
"Faggot strip." Sarge directed at me.
Without a second thought, my shirt came off, then my socks and shoes, and finally my shorts. I am naked, and starting to get hard.
Zach looks at Sarge, "He responds well."
"Do you?" Sgt Tate barks.
"What?" Zach sounds shocked.
"Why don't you take your clothes off as well?"
Zach is really caught off guard. He looks at Randy who simply shrugs his shoulders. Zach slowly removes his clothes.
Sgt Tate watches Zach, "Damn you are slower than two old people fucking."
Sarge looks at Randy. Randy responds quickly, "Don't even think it. Zach's the bottom around here."
Zach responds cattily, "And he is the 100% top."
Sarge looks at Randy, "They all say that."
"I am."
Sarge smiles, "OK. Zach, take that pretty little ass and show me chastity toys and collars."
They walk to the counter. I decide to just stand still looking down. The three men are looking into the case below the counter. Out of the corner of my eye, Sarge holds up a plastic something. He doesn't even look back, "Faggot, get your cunt over here."
I scurry over. Sarge hands the plastic device to Randy who gets down on a knee in front of me.
"His cock is hard." Randy looks up at Sarge. I see the device, and cannot make heads or tails of it. "May I touch your bitch?"
"By all means. Use her how you see fit." So I am being passed on to Randy. Randy fondles my balls. After giving them a tug is able to wrap his paw around them. Then he squeezes hard. I gasp and fall to the ground screaming.
Sarge looks down at me in disgust, "If you weren't hard, he wouldn't have to do this." My dick loses its hardness. Randy quickly moves in to secure my cock. It is in a clear plastic tube with my balls hanging free under it. There is a vertical opening that lines up precisely with my piss slit, presumably so I can piss. I cannot pull my cock out since the tube is secured to my balls; pulling it off would pull my balls. With a padlock in his hands, Randy secures my cock and balls inside the device.
He helps me up. Sarge looks at me and at the device. He squats down with ease. I am amazed that a man his size can squat so low, and with great ease.
I recall when I licked his dirty hole. This pose is probably how he must have looked.
With no caution for being careful, Sarge yanked my cock around. "Randy, do you know of a good barber?"
"Joe's is down the street. I think they close at 9PM."
Sir grabs a handful of pubes. "No I am looking for a different barber."
Randy smiles. "Oh yes I know a barber for you. That would be me. It's one of my favorites."
Sarge gets up. "Really? Well, then, I would like to get her hair removed, all of it."
"A full body treatment will cost you." He glances behind me at my ass. "I want a piece of her cunt afterwards."
"That's it? I was going to offer her to you right before leaving."
"OK. Let's take care of your needs."
"No, why don't you get that done now. I'm tired of looking at that hair. Bitches shouldn't have any hair. Zach can wait on me."
"Come with me" was all Randy had to say.
"Go with him, and obey him like you would obey me."
I am taken in back, past the worktables with partially completed leather pieces left for another time. In back I am taken to a garage. There is no vehicle in it. "Stand there. He points to the center. As I begin to move, he quickly leaves.
I stand with my arms at my side in the center, waiting for his return.
Randy comes back shirtless. He's not bad looking. He has blonde hair covering his chest, but due to his darkened complexion, it is really lost.
In his hand is a stool that he sets down in front of me. In his other hand is the key to my chastity device. He takes it off and sets it on the table nearby.
I hear the hum of a clipper. I know my pubic hair is going to be gone soon.
Stooping down he sits back on the stool. With the clippers in his hand, he looks up and smiles. With one stroke, my pubes fall to the floor. Another stroke causes more to fall. I look up, as I don't want to watch. He pulls my balls one way, and then my cock another way.
After putting the clipper on his lap, he picks up a toothbrush-sized clipper usually used for fine grooming, such as eyebrows, hairlines, pubic regions, etc. Its pitch is higher. I giggle because it tickles as it removes my ball hair. A few minutes of going along my shaft and then my pubic mound he says, "There, you are all smooth. Don't move an inch."
He gets up only to return with a small baggie that he puts my pubes in. "I collect pubic hair."
The chastity tube gets locked back on. "Now let me tell you how to clean your cock once it's in here . . . . Sgt Tate doesn't look like he's going to take this off too often. What you want to do is use a water pick, like the one for cleaning teeth, and squirt water down inside. Also, you will probably have to sit to piss until you get the hang of things. I doubt he will have you stand. You got that?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, now for your head."
He stands up with the clippers humming and starts on my head. I thought that it was going to be just my pubes. How am I going to tell this to my dad? He's going to think I am a freak. I'll look like . . . a Marine. Hell, he'll probably love it.
Randy is not gentle. Clumps of my hair fall on my shoulders, only to slide down my body on their way to the floor.
He raises my arm and goes after my pits. He mustn't have been too precise on my head. I must have splotches all over the place. I must look ridiculous; it's a good thing that I don't have a mirror nearby.
After my pits and the small amount of arm hair, Randy removes my trail from my belly button to what was once my pubes.
I am beginning to feel completely humiliated being handled this way. I have a man who I just met removing my hair in very private areas. He feels free to touch me without even asking me. I feel very disregarded.
Sgt Tate enters shirtless. He has his shorts on, bulging. Whatever he is doing he likes it.
"What the? I should have told you that I wanted her head left alone. When I fuck her I use her hair as a handle."
"Sorry, I thought . . ."
"Don't worry about it. She looks better without it, more like a Marine. Her dad will like that."
Sarge approaches me with a leather strap. He puts it around my neck. It's locked into place.
"Much better. You are beginning to look more and more like a slave."
Randy adds "Sarge. Great job on the welts on her ass."
I have welts?
"Thanks. You have to put a bitch in her place from time to time."
"Can I add some?"
"Sure. Just add to her ass though. No skin breaks either."
I remain quiet. I haven't said a single word since the drive here. It seems easier to just let Sgt Tate do what he wants. I follow his orders and do what he commands. I have basically given up my person. I would say that I have let my mind go, but I still think.
"As you were." He smacks me across the face with a serious amount of force, only to leave the next moment. I did not lose my composure.
Randy returned with a bowl of warm sudsy water. For the next twenty or thirty minutes it seems that every square inch of my body is scraped free of hair with the exception of my ass crack.
He steps back behind me. "Hold still." I feel a stabbing cold strike my back. He is hosing me down. "Turn around." I am hosed down in the front. It is fucking freezing.
As quickly as the wash starts, it stops. Dripping wet, I am shivering. Randy brings a towel over to me to dry off.
He steps to the door to the shop and shouts, "Sarge?"
I wipe off all the excess water. Randy takes the towel. "Head down."
Although I put my head down, Sgt Tate's entrance could still be seen in my peripheral vision. Coming up to me, I see that he is wearing only his jockstrap. His semi-erect cock fills up the pouch.
"Very good!"
"Thanks. I saved his ass in case you wanted to do it yourself."
"Nah, you do it. I don't like shaving bitches. Don't have the patience for it. After you are done with her, beat her and fuck away." He walks away, his ass framed by the straps of the jock distracts me enough to look up and follow him.
Randy smacks the back of my head. "Eyes down." After a pause, "Although I can't say I blame you looking at his ass. Now bend over and grab your ankles."
After bending over, Randy shaves off my remaining hairs. He brushes away any remaining hairs. While waiting for the orders to stand upright, I feel something moist on my hole. After a second I realize that he is rimming me. It feels wonderful. No wonder Sgt Tate loves this. But I don't understand why he is rimming me.
I speak my first word to Randy. "Sir?"
He pulls away, not understanding what to do next. "Yes?"
"I am confused, why are you licking my hole?"
"Boy, I love to eat before I fuck, especially freshly shaved holes. Get up. Let's go see what Zach and Sarge are doing."
I stand and follow him back into the shop. There is a mirror in the workroom. I stop to see myself. Holy shit, I do not even look like the same. I look so sterile. I don't even look human. No hair except my eyebrows. Wow. My dad is going to be shocked.
Sarge is sitting on a rather low stool. Getting closer I see that it isn't just a stool, but a rimseat. It is like the rimseats I have seen on the Internet. Zach is underneath it, licking away at the Sarge.
"I see you like our rimseats."
"I do. This one is comfortable. The tongue feels great."
"Well don't let us interrupt you. Your bitch and I are going off to fuck."
We return to the workroom; the first thing Randy does is secure my wrists to the wall.
"OK bitch. It's my turn."
It's his turn for what? Before Sgt Tate fucked me, I would have thought Randy was one of the hottest men. He's big and stocky. He has the attitude. But next to Sgt Tate his is nothing.
CRACK!
"FUCK!" I screamed out. What the fuck? That was more localized and more intense than Sgt Tate's beatings.
CRACK!
"Oh my God!"
CRACK!
I hear Sgt Tate in the distance, "Boy, knock it off. I want some piece and quiet."
CRACK!
My ass is on fire. I twist to the left.
CRACK!
I shout out.
Randy comes to whisper in my ear. "Pussy." Around my neck goes a very thin piece of leather-obviously the whip. He rubs his fingers over my inflamed ass. One of them ventures into my hole.
"I think it's time that I got a piece of this.
After unsecuring me, he takes me in a side room where there is a padded platform. Randy removes his clothes. He is quite hairy. He shakes his average size cock in my face.
"Get over here."
I crawl over to him. He slaps my face with his cock, and then shoves it in my mouth. I bob on and off his cock. He just stands there.
There is absolutely no comparison between Sgt Tate and him.
Zach shouts from outside the room. "Randy, I'm going to take off."
Randy pulls out and sticks his head out the door. "Ok. Did you get the Sarge taken care of?"
I decide to lick Randy's crack. After crawling over to him, I pull his cheeks apart and start licking.
"Yeah. We are going to load up his truck now." Zach whispers, "He bought about twenty five hundred today. And he has a great ass to rim."
I would definitely agree with that.
"Ok have a good weekend, I'm going back to his boy."
"Bye."
Randy turns to me. "Up on the platform. Face down. Put the pillow under your ass."
I do as I am told. He puts some lube on my ass then mounts me. With all the fucking Sarge gave me over the past few days, I wonder how I survived without any lube at all.
He slides in effortlessly and proceeds to fuck me. Again, he pales in comparison to Sgt Tate.
I just lay there while he fucks my ass. After about five minutes, Sgt Tate comes in.
"I have to piss, and it needs to be swallowed." I lift my head and rest myself on my elbows in order to be the right height to take his cock.
Randy, after stopping for a moment, resumes fucking.
"I hope you are pleasing our host." His cock is in my mouth. A torrent of piss erupts. I swallow as fast as I can.
Randy leans forward. I can feel his breath on my neck. "Can I have some of that?" I hear Randy, whose head is now directly on my right. He adds, "Sir?"
"FUCK YEAH!" Sarge stops his flow. I know to pull off his cock and move out of the way so Randy can get in there. I lay flat on the platform, Randy's cock still buried in my ass. "That's it boy. Drink up. I kinda thought you were a bitch in butch clothing."
I hear Randy muffle something.
"Sh-sh-sh-sh. Don't talk with your mouth full. You're doing fine. Just a few seconds more." Randy groans. He starts picking up speed in fucking me. "That ass of yours looks inviting. . . . No, no, no! Just finish drinking before you pull off of me."
A loud pop is heard, only to be followed by a gasp for air.
"Good boy."
"My ass is off limits."
"That's 'My ass is off limits, Sir!'" Sgt Tate mocks him well.
"My ass is off limits, . . . Sir."
The only things I see in front of me are Sgt Tate's legs, which start to move to the bottom of the platform, out of my view.
"You can take your hand off of me. I don't get fucked. I'm a top." He stops fucking me, but leaves his cock in me.
"My piss in your stomach tells me that is not always the case. Such a pretty ass! When was the last time you have been fucked?"
"Not since I was twenty."
"Well let me put it to you this way. I don't care how long it has been. I don't care how long it will be. Hell, you can continue telling the world that you don't get fucked. We don't care. I won't tell, and shithead won't mention a word unless he wants his tongue ripped out and shoved up his ass. But I want your ass. And I get what I want." That last statement could be Sarge's motto of life.
The leather on the platform moves an inch, as Sarge joins us on it. Randy further spreads my legs, probably because Sgt Tate is spreading his.
"Use some lube over there." Sgt Tate gets off the platform and walks to a jar of lube on a table a few feet in front of me. I can see his cock rock hard. I look up at him. After a quick wink of acknowledgement while applying the lube to his cock, he joins us once again. "Go gentle."
"Oh no. What I need for you to do is take yourself somewhere in your mind where this is pleasurable for you. I am not about to go gentle, because I want in your ass my way. This is about my pleasure. No pussy footing around."
A quiet "Yes Sir" echoes around the room.
"OK, on the count of three. One."
Randy shouts out. Obviously Sgt Tate didn't wait for three let alone two. Randy collapses on me. His cock still rests inside me. After a minute or so, probably once Randy's ass started relaxing and enjoying the monster cock going in and out, I start feeling his cock start to swell.
Sgt Tate pounds Randy's ass. The inertial force of the slam fuck makes Randy's cock fuck me. It begins to feel like Sgt Tate is fucking us both at the same time.
"I'm getting close Sir."
"Good, dump it in my bitch."
"Here it cums! Here it cums!"
"Yeah boy!"
Randy tenses up. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" His cock unloads into me. I can barely feel it.
"Good boy!"
"Oh man that was awesome!"
Sarge returns to fucking.
Randy's assertiveness returns, "Um, I'm done here."
"Says who, boy? You got your nut off, you are going to get mine."
"I have to piss Sir."
"Then piss. You have my toilet underneath you. Go in her. Now shut your mouth and let me focus on my pleasure."
Sgt Tate resumes fucking Randy, whose body goes limp on me. I feel my ass fill up with Randy's piss.
Supporting Randy lying on my back and the pillow under my crotch applies double pressure to my ass area. I want to expel the contents of my ass so bad. It is intensified as Sgt Tate picks up speed. It won't be long for him to cum.
After four or five more slams, Sgt Tate unloads into Randy, whose cock plops out of my ass. I clench down.
"Hoo-wee! Damn hot hole there. You're a natural."
The two men start to get up-first Sgt Tate, then Randy a bit slower.
"Thank you Sir."
"Your ass really needs to be fucked more often."
Sarge comes around to the front of me. He wants to be cleaned off. But why doesn't Randy do it? I don't want to clean off Randy's shit. I don't want to clean off anybody's shit. I don't want shit.
Sarge is expecting me to eat his shit on a regular basis. How? How can I? I told him I will, but what if I really can't? I signed that piece of paper telling him that I must eat his, but really what does that sheet of paper mean to me? I'm an adult. I should say no. I must say no. But to Sgt Tate, how do I say it?
Everything seems to tell me that I am going to do it tonight. I haven't eaten since yesterday. Sarge brought me to a sex shop where he was trying out rimseats. And, he hasn't shit at all today. If not tonight, then tomorrow.
I have to think of something.
"Sorry it wasn't cleaned out. Your cock has some shit on it." Randy alerts Sarge.
"I know." Sarge buries his cock in my mouth for cleaning. Like the other times, I try to be efficient and still get the job done. "It's good to own a toilet. She doesn't care, she likes the taste of shit."
The hell I do.
He pulls out. "Don'tcha?" He slaps me. "Don'tcha?"
I lie. "Yes Sir I do."
"See! Bring your cock over and she'll clean it off for you." I clean off Randy's cock; I can taste a mixture of his cum, his piss, and my ass. He pulls out. "Don't go too far. Faggot, flip on your back." I do. Sarge looks down at me. Randy has stepped back. "You are going to felch out my cum. Do you know what that means?"
Randy looks at Sarge. I say, "No Sir, I don't."
"It means that not only are you going to clean Randy's ass to make is squeaky clean, but you are going to suck my cum out of him." Randy smiles. Sarge gestures to him towards my face, "Have a seat."
I am smothered. For the next few moments Randy grinds, and I spend most of my focus trying to breathe over cleaning up.
"Here try this." Randy gets up, and I see Sgt Tate with a rim seat in his hand. "I got it off the floor."
I lay on the floor; Sarge puts the rimseat over my face. He looks down, "This is a pretty sight."
Randy looks down at me too. "That it is. That it is. Too bad I have to sit on such a pretty sight."
They laugh. Randy turns to show his back before it descends. At the last moment, his cheeks spread and I see his dirty hole.
I stick out my tongue. Randy's asshole is about one to two inches from the end of my tongue.
Off to my right, in my peripheral, I see Sgt Tate come down to my level. I see his face instead of his feet just inches away from me.
"What a sight!" I can smell his breath. "Make your tongue hard and lick. When you are done, your tongue should ache for a week."
I start licking.
"Do long strokes." I do long strokes. "Oh yeah. Fucking hot boy." He kisses me on the cheek. "Randy, you can start to push my cum into the toilet's mouth."
I see his asshole muscle contract and relax. Sarge whispers. "Eat that hole. Stick your tongue in there."
It is hard to concentrate on getting the job done with Sgt Tate whispering in my ear.
He shouts to Randy "Push hard." Randy farts. It smells wonderful. I see a small amount of cum hanging out of his hole. "Go for that cum boy. Lick it off his ass lips. That's fucking hot boy."
Another push and the cum pours directly into my mouth. I lick every drop.
"Boy you are making your Sarge proud." I smile. I didn't expect to smile. "Proud, boy proud." I feel a sense of accomplishment.
Randy feeds me a few more cum drops.
"I wish I could watch you like this when you eat my shit boy."
Why does he have to remind me? I put it out of my head and finish cleaning up Randy.
Before getting up, Sarge kisses me again. "Let's get going. We still have to check in to the motel."
We get up and go back into the store's main floor. I am still holding in Randy's piss. Each step makes it harder to walk and hold it in.
Sgt Tate grabs a cone shaped dildo. "Turn around and bend over." I do. Sarge spreads my cheeks apart. I feel the tip at my hole. Sarge shoves it in. "That's a butt plug. It will keep his piss in you until we get back to the motel."
Both Sarge and Randy start dressing, and I remain naked except for my plug.
"Anything on your agenda for the weekend?" Randy inquires.
"Well tonight we are heading over to the Pig Party, where Danny boy here will become my fully functioning toilet." So now it's official! "Tomorrow we'll play it by ear. We'll probably head back on Sunday or Monday. Sometime this weekend, I will train Danny here on servicing many men. I have some friends coming to the lodge and I want him skilled enough to take it."
"Do you have a place to take him?"
"No I was hoping you might direct me."
"Are you talking about bathhouses? Bars?"
"No, too many other bottoms around. Know any good biker bars?"
"No, but there is the old rest area on highway 46." Rest Area? My attention is heightened. Randy continues, "I love this place. See ever since the bypass expressway went in, no one takes highway 46 anymore. Well except, there are some truck drivers."
"Go on."
"The old rest area is technically closed because of the pipes that run from the women's bathroom burst. Since they can't open the women's side, they have to close the rest area. When they did that earlier this year, some drivers complained saying that they would like to use the parking lot for sleeping overnight. So they got the lot open even though it says closed. They recently started opening up the men's toilet for the truckers. The best part is that families don't go there because they take the bypass, or they see the closed sign and drive on. The husband and wife driving teams don't go there because the women's side doesn't work. That leaves just the men drivers that pull in. There aren't many fags that go there either, since they haven't figured this out."
Sarge looks puzzled. "Why do you go there since you profess you are such a big top?"
"Zach likes going there."
Sarge laughs. "Zach?"
"No really. Besides there are many bottom truckers."
"Is Zach going to be there? I would love to have him eat my ass out again."
"No he has to work here. It's my turn for a weekend off."
"I see."
He looks at me. "Do we have everything?"
"My shorts Sir?"
"I got them, and you don't need them. Let's go."
I head to the door. It's dark outside and the truck is right there so being naked won't be an issue.
Sarge unlocks the truck remotely. "Go get in the truck." I race in. After a couple minutes Sgt Tate comes out with a small piece of paper in his hand, which he puts in his wallet.
He climbs in grinning and starts up the truck. "I knew he wasn't a top." Sarge didn't explain his comment as we drove to the motel.
The motel was a cheap dive. We drove up to the door of our room. I didn't even bother getting dressed as it was dark, the motel was in the seedy part of town, and Sgt Tate would have said no.
There is only one queen sized bed in the room. Sgt Tate put his duffle on the bed.
"I want you to get up on the bed on your knees, with your hands behind your back."
I get into that position. He walks to my ass, and taps both inner thighs. "Further apart." My legs spread apart further. "Clamp down when I pull this out." I feel a firm tug pulling out the plug from my hole. It was painful but pleasurable at the same time.
I quickly clamp down. Sgt Tate rubs a finger around my hole. "Oh, that pussy looks real good." He jams his index finger deep and twists. For the first time, this feels real good. Actually, it feels fucking amazing. As quickly as the finger went in, he pulls it out.
His hand reaches around my face. I open up my mouth to anticipate the cleaning of his finger. His finger tastes wonderful.
"Go empty your cunt. Squat in the shower." He walks to the foot of the bed and starts to empty his duffle. I run to the shower.
I squat and squirt. Randy's piss comes out of me. I see Sarge come around the corner. He watches me expel more piss. "Good boy. When you get done, take a shower."
He closes the shower curtain. I take a quick shower. When I finish and turn off the shower, Sgt Tate opens up the curtain. He's wearing just a jock and a wife beater. He has a key in his hand. He reaches down and takes off the chastity tube. "I want you completely naked for tonight. The only thing I want you to wear is my piss. Squat!" I hunch down. He hands me a washcloth. Reaching into the tub Sgt Tate flips the lever to seal the drain.
"I want you stinking of my piss. You are not to wash this off. Keep your mouth closed." His piss first hits my face. It lasts for a few seconds.
"Hold the washcloth out." I do and he pisses in it, but only enough to soak it. "Wipe your chest. Make sure everything is wet from my piss." It feels warm. I hold the cloth out again and he pisses in it. I wipe my groin. The next goes on one leg followed by the other."
"Lie on your back; put your head in the piss." I do. My shaved head rests in the piss collected by the closed off drain. "Raise your legs. Show me your cunt." I lie in the tub to raise my legs. He pisses directly on my hole then drains the rest of his bladder all over my body.
After stepping out Sarge brings into the bathroom a larger plug. He dips it in the piss as lube and then shoves that in me.
"Stand up and let yourself air dry. Do not use a towel, and don't let the piss drain out."
He tucks his cock away into his jock and fills up the jock. Damn his ass looks phenomenal in a jock. Every time I see his ass, I am caught off guard.
I seem to have a love / hate relationship with his ass. I love looking at it, licking it, smelling it, and feeling it. It is the best ass I have ever seen. But then I can't imagine eating from it.
I stand for about five minutes drying and watching the man shave using a classic straight razor and shaving brush. Even shaving he looks hot.
"Are you dry?"
"Yes Sir."
"Then get out of the tub."
I walk by him. He stops to look at me. I look at him scared at what he is about to say.
"Eat my fucking hole."
I drop to my knees, spread his cheeks and start licking. I lick his crack. I probe his hole. I worship this man's ass. He leans over to wash off his face giving me even better access to his ass.
"Lay on the bed on your back with your head leaning over."
I look over at the bed. His carefully laid out Marine uniform covers one half. I climb on the side of the bed next to it. Sarge walks over to me, turns around and sits down on my face. He uses his full weight. I cannot describe to feeling of complete dominance, complete trust, and complete sexuality this one act does. He grinds his hole all over my face. "Yeah boy! Eat that ass you fuckin' pig." He farts on my face. It really stinks. His ass comes off my face. "Hoo-wee! It smells like there's something up there for you."
Great. I get to smell it first.
He gets up and starts dressing in his Drill Instructor uniform, beginning with his dog tags. Before dropping them onto his chest, he kisses them.
"Get over here and sit on your knees with your hands behind your back and your head bowed." He points to the corner. I kneel there facing away from him.
After five minutes or so, Sgt Tate barks, "On your feet." I jump up. "About face!"
I turn around and nothing I have seen on the Internet can prepare me for what is standing in front of me. Senior Drill Instructor Master Sergeant Lennox Tate is standing before me in his full uniform. It looks brand new. His ribbons are perfectly placed. His tie is straight as if he took a level to it. His well-earned black belt for Senior DI's is shiny new.
Confidence and control exudes in his look. He's squinting at me, looking through his bushy eyebrows. His moustache is perfectly sculpted. His square jaw thrusts out. Sgt Tate is a hot fucker; he knows it. He also sees me taking everything in.
"Sir?"
"What boy?"
"You are the sexiest man I have ever seen."
"I know. I can see. Your cock is rock hard." I look down, and yes, it is pointing straight out. I look up at him not knowing if I had permission to get hard. He must have sensed my uncertainty about punishment.
He stares intensely into my eyes. I stare back.
Quite unexpectedly he cracks first. He smiles. "You're alright kid. Get on your knees again."
I drop to my knees, but this time I look at him. His campaign cover, or his hat, is slowly put in place. The brim is parallel to the floor. Slowly, he walks to me. A noticeable lump in his trousers is at eye level.
When that lump is inches from my face, he pulls out his cock. While he tugs it, he instructs, "You may jack off right now, but you are not to cum. If you cum, I will, I WILL cut your balls off. In fact, when you are about to cum, both hands move to your back. Now suck."
My mouth pounces on his cock at the same time my hand pounces on my cock.
I want to give him an incredible blowjob. His hands are on his waist and his legs spread. My cock is hard, and so is his. I can taste his precum. I look up at him; he stares ahead behind me.
I realize that he is staring at himself in the mirror. I can only imagine what he sees: an incredibly hot Marine getting head from his fully shaved slave boy.
That thought is all I needed. I am about to cum. My hands go off my cock and directly to my back.
He looks down at me. The withdrawn cock is tucked away.
"Let's go."
We leave. A man and his hooker are leaving their room when they see us. The guy whistles. I feel completely embarrassed being buck-naked with a hard-on outside at about 11 o'clock.
We climb in. Sarge places his cover on the console. We drive off. Before we pull out onto the street, two hookers cross in front of us.
"Sir?"
"Yes faggot."
"You have nice things, you appreciate the good life. May I ask why are we staying at such a seedy place?"
"When you fuck like a pig, you need to sleep like one."
We drive for ten minutes. He doesn't use his phone for directions; he knows precisely where to go. He's been here before.
In the final few minutes before we reach the club, my stomach growls. Sgt Tate laughs. "Soon boy! Soon."
Sarge's tone changes. "Bitch. Only one thing is expected of you tonight. Only one. That is to follow my orders. My chief order is to eat my shit. Besides that, you will be humiliated, degraded, abused, and generally treated like shit. You are to take it all as if it is a gift from me. You are to do exactly what I say when I say it, without hesitation. You are not to do one damn thing without my permission.
"Tonight you will be the center of attention as my toilet. There is no turning back. You are committed to this."
He parks the truck near the door. It doesn't look like a legal spot, but who is going to complain?
He opens his door, but doesn't get out. "Are you ready to do this?"
Ah! There's the question. I have been procrastinating for a long time trying to get out of this, but I can't seem to. I am now at the end. I don't know what to do.
"Are you ready to eat my shit?"
There is no other answer. "Yes Sir."
He leans over, grabs a hold of my head, and kisses me. Not just any kiss, his tongue goes into my mouth, as if it is moving in. He starts jacking me off real fast. After about a minute he pulls off. I am hard once again.
"Let's do it."