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SAVAGE SEAMEN
By Greg Logan
(Honcho.Sept.1984.)
"How did I get myself in this mess?" thought Seaman Steve Blair as he
sat on the edge of his bunk in the brig of the aircraft carrier USS
Nimitz. His arms were draped across his knees, and his head hung low
as low as he felt.
Steve was five feet nine, with brown hair, and a stocky build. He was
proud of his physique and wanted his body to be as big as he could get
it. He liked to pump his muscles up and then beat off in front of a
mirror. He could shoot his wad six feet, and he was proud of that, too.
No one would visit him. No one could afford to be associated with his
type, and he really couldn't blame them. After all, look what happened
to him. This command was really paranoid it was bad news getting
caught with pot on this ship. He remembered the captain telling him he'd
get a suspended bust if he told who had sold him the pot. But he knew
guys who had made the same deal, and they had been busted all the same.
His mistake had been mentioning this fact to the captain, with not an
ounce of tact. It made the captain very angry.
Steve wasn't sure of the legality of his present "non-judicial"
punishment, but it was only for a few days; then it would be over and he
could start clawing his way back up to third class petty officer again.
His only company was the single marine guard, and he was not allowed to
speak. The guard changed every four hours. Most of them didn't bother
him, though some would occasionally make him do silly calisthenics like
jumping jacks or running in place. That was okay for his cardiovascular
system, but it didn't do much for his muscles.
There was one mean marine who everyone called "Gunney." Steve supposed
it was because he was a gunnery sergeant. He was about a head taller
than Steve, had brown hair (what little he had), dark, serious eyes, and
a body very much like Steve's. And he made Steve nervous.
On day watches Gunney would make him do much harder exercises, and push
him till he dropped. Then he would taunt and provoke him afterwards. But
it was the nights Steve feared most; when everyone was asleep. Steve
looked up at the clock. It said 23:43. He should have hit the sack over
an hour ago, but he just couldn't sleep. It was almost time to relieve
the watch.
Just then the door opened and Steve heard voices. Their source wasn't
directly visible from where he was sitting. In a few minutes the
conversation stopped, and he heard the door again, and then silence.
Suddenly feeling a presence, Steve looked up in the dim light. His heart
jumped. It was Gunney.
"Lights out was an hour and fifteen minutes ago," the voice stated
emotionlessly. "You must be waiting up for me. Aren't ya?"
Steve swallowed and asked, "Didn't you have watch earlier today?"
"I wanted to do a friend a favor. Now answer my question."
Steve remained mute, and slowly backed into the shadow on his bunk. He
really didn't want to put up with this jerk tonight.
"Now squidly, you know I can make it rough on you. I can report all
sorts of things to the captain, whether you did them or not. And I can
have 'witnesses' I have lots of friends." Gunney walked to the light
switch and flicked it on and light flooded the cell. "Now, answer my
question."
Steve eased off the bunk and confronted the marine at the bars. "No. I
wasn't waiting for you tonight," he said with as much sarcasm as he
could muster. "Unless you want to suck my dick, jarhead."
The marine stood there, a thin smile spreading slowly across his face.
Oh, oh, thought Steve. I'm in trouble now.
"Jim. Come here," Gunney called to somebody Steve could not see.
Suddenly another marine appeared from around the corner. He was as big
as a house.
"You heard what he called me?"
"Yeah, I heard. You were right about this one. He really wants it bad."
"Now listen to these instructions real careful," Gunney started. "'Cause
if you don't, you are going to be in a lot of trouble, and probably a
lot of pain. All you got to do is everything I tell you. No more, and no
less. You make me feel good, and I'll leave you alone and so will Jim
here." Jim crossed his arms and smiled a big, toothy grin.
Steve's heart began to race, but all he could do was nod his head.
"I'm sorry, squid. I couldn't hear you. And I hope to hell you know the
proper way to answer."
"Yes, sir. I heard you." Steve answered shakily.
Gunney scowled, "Close squid. That's 'Sir, yes sir to everything! Got
that?"
"Sir, yes sir."
"Oh, very good. That's very good, isn't it, Jim?"
"Yeah, great. Now what?"
"Now you lock me inside with him. That way you can guard him while I
have my fun."
Steve's eyes grew wide with fear as Gunney opened the brig door and let
himself in. The giant with the toothy grin shut the door with a horrible
finality. Steve looked up at the clock: it would be another three and a
half hours before anyone would show to relieve the watch. It was going
to be a long night.
"Okay, muscle man. Drop those drawers and let's see what you got,"
Gunney commanded.
Steve slowly obeyed the command as he eyed Gunney standing next to him.
He didn't have a chance. With his belt undone, and the zipper down, he
pushed the dungarees to the deck.
"Skivies too, moron!"
Steve obeyed and the skivies fell to the deck. He turned red, and was
glad that his shirttail hid his dick.
"I can't see the stud's dick. Take the shirt off, squidly."
Steve turned redder as he removed the shirt and threw it on the bunk
behind him.
"Ohhhh. Now ain't that cute. Just look at that pecker, Jim. Did you ever
see anything so cute as that?" Gunney grinned at Jim, who was watching
intently through the bars in the cell door. Steve wished that it would
get just a little bit hard, but it only shrank. "I'll bet it's even
cuter when it's hard, isn't it squid?"
Steve didn't know what to say. He felt like he was going into shock.
Gunney put his hands on his hips and cocked his head. "I didn't hear
your answer, squid."
"Sir, yes sir," Steve replied haltingly.
Gunney looked at his friend. "He wants us to see it hard, Jim. I think
we should let him jack off. It'll put him in the proper mood." Jim only
grinned and nodded in reply. "Okay, squid. Let's see you beat that
meat."
Steve looked down at his limp dick, slowly took it in his right hand,
and began to pull it to an erection. Despite his nervousness, in a
couple of minutes it was rock hard and poking almost straight up. It
reached seven inches when fully erect.
"Stand at attention when you jack off! I don't want to see you looking
down, left, or right while you pull on that pud. If you're going to do
it, you're going to do it like a marine!"
Steve immediately came to attention and looked into the eyes of the
marine in front of him. It was an odd position for jacking off, as he
couldn't bend at the waist in order to reach his dick easily. He
continued to stroke his meat, his stomach and ass muscles fighting the
urge to assume a more natural position. In a few minutes his whole body
shook as the intense sexual feelings began conflicting with his posture.
Several times Gunney scowled at him when he lost his stance, but Steve
managed to bring himself in line. Finally, he began to drop his load. He
had to fight to keep his back aligned and his eyes open as he shot his
wad in a high arch that splattered against the uniform in front of him
the uniform that Gunney was wearing. The distance was about four feet.
Jim's eyes widened when he saw the angry look of the other marine.
Steve's hand and cock dripped
onto the deck.
Gunney looked down at the runny mess on the front of his trousers, then
back into the eyes of the offender. "Jim, do you see what this squid
did? He defiled the marine uniform. You're in big trouble, squid! First
of all, I didn't tell you to come; and secondly, I didn't tell you to
stop jacking off. You disobeyed my orders, and I told you you'd be sorry
if you disobeyed my orders. Now get down here and clean this mess off!"
The hunky sailor looked first at his tormentor, then at the guard
outside his cell, then back to his tormentor. "Sir, I respectfully
decline, sir."
Without emotion, Gunney made a programmed series of moves and twisted
Steve's arms behind his back, bringing him to his knees.
"You don't learn too fast, do ya squid? Now clean this mess up with
your tongue!"
Steve felt a surge of pressure on his arms as Gunney forced his face
into his crotch. He slowly began to lick his sperm off the front of
Gunney's pants. Steve had never tasted before; not even his own, and
he was surprised that it didn't taste all that bad. When the marines had
been satisfied with the job, he was pulled away and released, but he
remained on his knees.
"Looks like he did a pretty good job, Gunney. Think he deseves a little
of the real thing?" Jim asked.
"I think he deserves a lot of the real thing, but I got to take a leak
so bad I'm about to bust."
"Piss on the shitter," Jim grunted.
"You thirsty, squid?"
"Sir, no sir," Steve replied with a new terror in his voice.
"I told you squid, there's only one thing you say to me. Now let's hear
you say it."
Steve remained mute, but Gunney pulled up his arm while pressing down on
the pressure point of his neck and shoulder blades. The sailor winced
and tried to pull away as tears came to his eyes. Finally he relented
with a small, "Sir, yes sir."
"Sir, yes sir, what?"
It took a few seconds but he replied, "Sir, yes sir. I'm thirsty . . .
sir."
Gunney relaxed the pressure somewhat. Steve looked straight into the
marine's crotch as he lowered the zipper and pulled out his big, uncut
cock. Steve had never seen such a foreskin. It didn't even look like it
had a hole in the end of it. As he was forced closer, a strange smell
assaulted him, and he thought he might be sick. Soon the cock was being
pressed against his face.
"Listen good, squid. You fuck this up, and you will pay pay dearly.
All you got to do is open your mouth and swallow. Just like drinking
water from a straw. You swallow it, understand? All of it, understand?
Don't gag, don't spit; and God help you if you puke. Got that?"
Steve was shaking uncontrollably as he replied, "Sir, yes sir." The cock
pressed against his lips as he spoke.
"Open up, baby." The sailor did as he was told, and Gunney's marine meat
penetrated his mouth, where it rested on his tongue. "Now close your
lips around it, but don't bite down. If I feel teeth, you're going to
feel fists."
Steve closed his mouth around the dick and waited. He didn't have to
wait long. In seconds a warmth flooded his mouth and he began swallowing
furiously. On the second swallow he began to taste what he was drinking,
and it made him want to gag. He didn't like it, but he kept swallowing
the warm, bitter fluid. Gunney just stood there, his hands on his hips,
legs spread slightly, as if he were taking a leak in one of the ship's
pissers. He didn't even look down.
"God, did I have to piss!"
"You still going?" Jim asked
"Yeah. The last time I pissed was just before lunch about twelve hours
ago."
"Damn, you must have a big bladder. Poor squid didn't know he was
getting the Hoover Dam."
Both marines laughed as Gunney replied, "Oh hell, Jim. Look at him. He
loves it. He sucks that piss down like a baby sucks down milk."
Steve listened to their conversation with a detached mind as he
continued drinking from the man's cock. He couldn't even taste it
anymore. Finally, the piss flow began to ebb, and the marine above him
let out a sigh. Then he felt the familiar last squirts against his
throat. After Gunney had tensed the muscles in his cock a few times to
get the last of the piss out, he jerked back and the meat pulled out of
Steve's mouth. Steve leaned back on his heels and took several deep
breaths. When he looked up again, there was Jim, the giant marine, with
his fly open. A cut, doorknob-headed cock stared Steve in the face.
"I gotta piss too," he said as he grabbed the sailor by the sides of his
head and pulled him into position. Jim gripped Steve's jaws, forced his
mouth open, and pushed his cockhead inside. But unlike the previous time
where Gunney had pushed most of the shaft in, Jim just let him close his
lips around the head. It was a tight fit. Jim held him by the sides of
the head as he let loose with his load. Steve could taste more of it
this time because only the head was inside and the piss was directed
against his tongue. As he drank the man's piss he could tell that the
cock was starting to get hard. It was getter fatter, and starting to
stick out straight from Jim's crotch.
Suddenly he pulled his cock free of the sailor's mouth, but the piss
continued to flow, splashing Steve's face and the top of the head. It
ran down his neck and soaked his skivy shirt before Jim finally forced
the last jets against his mouth. The sailor just knelt and took it.
"Wa'ja do that for? Now we'll have to clean him up when we're through,"
Gunney bawled.
"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. Now what?"
"Haul him back over here. I got a surprise for him," Gunney said as he
hefted his cock and began to stroke the shaft.
"What's the surprise?"
"Turn him around and then take a look at this."
Jim turned the sailor away from them, stood him at attention, and then
went to where Gunney was standing. Gunney pointed at his cock, then in
two strokes he retracted the foreskin.
"Oh shit. You're gonna make him suck on that?" Jim whispered, recoiling
from the smell.
"Hell yes. You know, when I take a leak I never skin it back just wash
it at the end of the day. But I didn't get a chance to shower tonight. I
got two days worth of cheese on that. Haul him over here."
Jim retrieved the squid and positioned him on his knees once again.
"Okay, open up squidly. No piss this time. Now you get the real thing.
But first you got to clean me up a little bit. Seems I forgot to take a
shower tonight. Do a good job and maybe I'll drop my load real fast."
Steve opened his mouth to accept the marine's meat, and the marine
obliged him.
"Start sucking, babe. Give me a blowjob just like the blowjobs you've
gotten before."
Steve obeyed the command and started sucking on the growing cock. In
minutes it was hard as a rock; the foreskin still covered the head.
Gunney put one hand behind the sailor's head. With the other he pulled
the foreskin off the head of his dick and pushed the shaft to the back
of Steve's throat.
At first Steve noticed no difference. Suddenly the putrid taste hit him
and he started to gag and pull away, but the hand behind his head
stopped his retreat.
"Suck it! Use your tongue and get all that cheese. Clean it up good.
Suck that shit right off my cock. Give it a spit shine, ya fuckin'
squid."
Jim grinned as he watched the humpy sailor suck on his buddy's
skinned-back cock. He looked down past the pumping meat and saw that the
squid's dick was rock hard.
"Hey, Gunney! Take a look at this," he said as he pointed to the
sailor's dick. "I think he likes it!"
Gunney pulled his cock out and looked down at Steve's hard dick, which
was dripping clear fluid onto the deck floor. "Well, how about that? I
think you're right. Hell, I don't care whether he likes it or not. Get
your mouth back on that dick, squid. It ain't clean yet."
Steve did as he was told. He couldn't help it if he got a hard on.
Everything was so new so forbidden.
Several times during the blowjob he felt the other marine rubbing his
cock in his ear, and every once in a while he would reach down between
the sailor's legs and give his dick a few strokes. Gunney would
sometimes pull his dick out for an inspection, and finally, after about
the third time, he decided it was clean enough.
"Okay, Jim. Turn him around and back up against the bars," he said as he
withdrew his meat from the squid's mouth.
When Steve was backed against the bars, Gunney took off his belt, pulled
it through the bars and across Steve's legs, then snapped it. This
pulled Steve's legs together and backed his ass up tight against the
bars. Once that was done, Jim directed Steve's torso down until his face
was level with the piss-slit in Jim's rod, and his ass was in position.
Gunney skinned back, then let spit run out of his mouth and onto the
head of his cock, which he rubbed against Steve's asshole. He did this
several times, then positioned the head against the tight little hole
and began to push in.
Sweat beaded on his face as he said, "God, he's tight." He pulled back
and tried again. This time he made a little progress. He spread the
sailor's ass cheeks and pressed harder.
Steve had been gritting his teeth, but finally the pain was too much for
him and he let out a scream. Jim saw the squid's mouth open; thinking he
was hungry, he decided to feed him his cock. Suddenly the squid found
himself with one cock in his mouth and one in his ass.
"Jim. I got it in the head, anyway." Gunney pulled the head out, spat
on it again, then assaulted the asshole once more. This time it opened
easily. Steve let out another cry, and Jim took advantage of it by
shoving his dick further in. The squid wasn't ready for that, and his
teeth scraped the shaft.
Jim grabbed him by the throat and threatened, "I feel those teeth again,
and you're going to be one sorry son of a bitch."
Steve gulped and the big marine slowly released his grip. Gunney got a
good grip on the sailor's waist, and then in one brutal shove he forced
the remaining length of his cock up into Steve's gut. Every muscle in
Steve's body tensed at the sudden onslaught. Sweat poured from every
pore. Jim took no notice of this, however, as he slowly pistoned his rod
into the hunky sailor's mouth.
"Hey, Jim. I got it rammed to the balls. All of it! Damn, that feels
good. Come back here and take a look at this."
Jim pulled his big meat from Steve's mouth with a plop and moved to
where the squid was impaled on Gunney's shaft. They were nuts to butt.
As Jim watched, Gunney slowly began extracting the rod from the sailor's
tight ass. When it finally pulled free, the foreskin was again covering
the head. "Now watch this," he said, placing the head against the
puckered asshole and pressing. Nothing happened. He pressed harder.
"Open up, damn you," he ordered, but he still couldn't force an entry.
Jim reached over and pulled the nightstick from Gunney's belt. He went
to where the squid's head hung, and with one hand he lifted it up and
pointed the black wooden stick at his mouth. "Suck on this. And if you
have any brains, you'll get it good and wet."
Steve did as he was told. He put as much spit on the wooden shaft as he
could. Jim took the spit-slicked pole back to his buddy. Gunney knew
just what to do with it. Jim watched as he pressed the tip of the
nightstick to the puckered hole and pushed. This time, with the force of
his huge right arm and the rigidity of the stick, the asshole opened up
and the stick slid in. Gunney continued to push until it was buried to
the rubber stop ring at the handle.
Steve's mouth hung open in a dry scream at the assault. Jim moved back
to his head to take advantage of it. He forced the boy's head down on
his cock with one hand and commenced a slow fucking of his mouth. Gunney
pulled the stick from the squid's ass, and just as quickly rammed it
back in again. Soon he was pistoning the wooden rod into that ass like a
pile driver; the force caused Steve's mouth to be pushed onto Jim's knob
in fuck-rhythm. Jim's dick got even harder as he watched Gunney ramrod
the poor sailor's ass with his vicious thrusts.
Finally, Gunney pulled the stock from the sailor's raw asshole and
rammed his own hard cock back in. He grasped the cell bars as his hips
thrust against the humpy sailor's white ass. He repeatedly pulled his
meat free of the asshole, then drove the entire length back up the ass
as he long-dicked him unmercifully.
Jim was close to dropping his load as he watched his marine buddy pound
Steve's ass. He was so turned on he grabbed the sailor by the sides of
his head and forced him down onto the full length of his hard dick and
held him there. Steve tried to pull away since he couldn't breathe and
he was gagging uncontrollably, but the powerful hands held him immobile
on the shaft as tears fell from his eyes. The veins were popping out of
Jim's arms as he forced his big-headed rod against the back of the
sailor's throat. He knew it would never go all the way in, but he liked
the feeling of the head being forced hard into the wet tunnel.
Jim watched the squid choke on his meat, and the convulsions of Steve's
throat brought him off. He held him down tight as he shot his wad down
the boy's throat. Thrusting his hips forward with his head held back,
Jim let out a loud grunt. He pumped five jets into him; with each one he
let out a grunt and pushed down harder each time. Finally he was
drained, and he pulled the stiff meat from the ravaged mouth.
Steve coughed and gobbled air like a drowning man. Jim pumped the last
of his sperm from his shaft with his fist and offered it to the heaving
sailor. Acting automatically, the squid licked the remains from the
reddened sticky knob.
With his bloated cock still hanging from the fly of his pants, Jim moved
to where Gunney was fucking. Gunney had dropped his pants to the deck
and his sack now swung free in the air. Jim squatted down to look at
Gunney's nuts as if he were examining a stud horse. The balls were
pulled up tight. That and the expression on Gunney's face told Jim that
he was going to come soon.
Jim thought he would do his friend a favor, so he reached up and began
to rub the underside of the marine's balls. Gunney looked down and
nodded his thanks. Instantly, he tensed, rammed his marine meat into the
ass of the sailor, and held it there as he shot his load. Halfway
through the climax, he pulled back and slammed home again, the last of
the thick fluid pumping into Steve's guts.
When the last jet of had erupted, Gunney pulled his rod from the
asshole. He quickly reached down and unfastened the belt that had been
holding Steve's legs against the cell bars.
"Okay, squidly. You're almost done. Turn around and put a spit shine on
my meat. I can't stick a shitty dick back into my trousers."
Dazed, Steve slowly obeyed the command. He faced the marine, opened his
mouth, and took the bloated cock inside it. Steve licked, sucked, and
tongued his way around Gunney's cock. Gunney inspected it three times
before he decided it was done right.
"Okay, the shaft looks good. Now get that mess running down my balls."
Steve began licking the man's ball sack. Suddenly he tensed and pulled
away from the man's crotch: Steve's cock shot jets of white fluid into
the air, onto his stomach and chest and he hadn't even touched it!
When Steve had finished shooting, Gunney said, "Now that's real nice,
but you ain't finished with me yet. Get back on those balls."
Steve returned to licking those nuts while Jim looked on. When Gunney
was satisfied, he turned around and presented his asshole to the sailor.
"Make him lick my asshole, Jim. And make sure he knows that I never, but
never, wipe my ass. Marines don't wipe their ass, do they, Jim?"
"That's right," Jim replied as he pushed the sailor's face into the ass
of his marine buddy. "Lick my buddy's asshole good, sweet cheeks.'
Steve didn't think about it. He was tired. He just licked the marine's
hole until the marine was satisfied.
Finally, Gunney moved away. He and Jim dressed and stuffed their cocks
back into their trousers. Gunney threw a couple of rags to the sailor.
"Clean that mess up. And if you say anything to anybody, you will not
live to regret it. Keep things quiet and we won't bother you no more. We
get plenty of other guys coming in through here."
"Is that so?" boomed an authoritative voice from behind the bulkhead
where the watch desk was located.
Three heads turned at breakneck speed toward the sound. Eyes widened
with terror and hearts stopped as Captain "Mad Dog" Madden stepped
around the corner.
Steve was the first to speak: "Sir, they made me do it! They threatened
me and the big one stood guard over me, and . . . "
"I know, I know," the captain interrupted. "I saw most of it from back
there."
Jim and Gunney looked at each other, but neither had any idea what to do
or say.
"But sir, if you saw them, why didn't you stop them . . . sir?"
The captain ignored the question and said, "Isn't it customary for
enlisted men to come to attention when the captain enters a space?"
All three men suddenly jumped to attention. "That's better. Now to start
with, I want that man released immediately. I think he's been punished
enough."
The captain addressed Steve: "Report back to your supervisor at quarters
in the morning. I will make sure he is informed of your release. And if
you want your honorable discharge, I suggest you keep this to yourself.
My suggestion is understood, is it not?"
"Yes, sir!" Steve agreed.
"As for you men . . ." He grasped his zipper, pulled it down, and out
flopped the biggest cock either of them had ever seen. "You service this
as long as we're on this ship together and, well . . . Just remember
what you said to that sailor. It goes double for you both. Got that?"
"Sir, yes sir," both men intoned simultaneously.
"Good. Now, who's first?"
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Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
By Greg Logan
(Honcho.Sept.1984.)
"How did I get myself in this mess?" thought Seaman Steve Blair as he
sat on the edge of his bunk in the brig of the aircraft carrier USS
Nimitz. His arms were draped across his knees, and his head hung low
as low as he felt.
Steve was five feet nine, with brown hair, and a stocky build. He was
proud of his physique and wanted his body to be as big as he could get
it. He liked to pump his muscles up and then beat off in front of a
mirror. He could shoot his wad six feet, and he was proud of that, too.
No one would visit him. No one could afford to be associated with his
type, and he really couldn't blame them. After all, look what happened
to him. This command was really paranoid it was bad news getting
caught with pot on this ship. He remembered the captain telling him he'd
get a suspended bust if he told who had sold him the pot. But he knew
guys who had made the same deal, and they had been busted all the same.
His mistake had been mentioning this fact to the captain, with not an
ounce of tact. It made the captain very angry.
Steve wasn't sure of the legality of his present "non-judicial"
punishment, but it was only for a few days; then it would be over and he
could start clawing his way back up to third class petty officer again.
His only company was the single marine guard, and he was not allowed to
speak. The guard changed every four hours. Most of them didn't bother
him, though some would occasionally make him do silly calisthenics like
jumping jacks or running in place. That was okay for his cardiovascular
system, but it didn't do much for his muscles.
There was one mean marine who everyone called "Gunney." Steve supposed
it was because he was a gunnery sergeant. He was about a head taller
than Steve, had brown hair (what little he had), dark, serious eyes, and
a body very much like Steve's. And he made Steve nervous.
On day watches Gunney would make him do much harder exercises, and push
him till he dropped. Then he would taunt and provoke him afterwards. But
it was the nights Steve feared most; when everyone was asleep. Steve
looked up at the clock. It said 23:43. He should have hit the sack over
an hour ago, but he just couldn't sleep. It was almost time to relieve
the watch.
Just then the door opened and Steve heard voices. Their source wasn't
directly visible from where he was sitting. In a few minutes the
conversation stopped, and he heard the door again, and then silence.
Suddenly feeling a presence, Steve looked up in the dim light. His heart
jumped. It was Gunney.
"Lights out was an hour and fifteen minutes ago," the voice stated
emotionlessly. "You must be waiting up for me. Aren't ya?"
Steve swallowed and asked, "Didn't you have watch earlier today?"
"I wanted to do a friend a favor. Now answer my question."
Steve remained mute, and slowly backed into the shadow on his bunk. He
really didn't want to put up with this jerk tonight.
"Now squidly, you know I can make it rough on you. I can report all
sorts of things to the captain, whether you did them or not. And I can
have 'witnesses' I have lots of friends." Gunney walked to the light
switch and flicked it on and light flooded the cell. "Now, answer my
question."
Steve eased off the bunk and confronted the marine at the bars. "No. I
wasn't waiting for you tonight," he said with as much sarcasm as he
could muster. "Unless you want to suck my dick, jarhead."
The marine stood there, a thin smile spreading slowly across his face.
Oh, oh, thought Steve. I'm in trouble now.
"Jim. Come here," Gunney called to somebody Steve could not see.
Suddenly another marine appeared from around the corner. He was as big
as a house.
"You heard what he called me?"
"Yeah, I heard. You were right about this one. He really wants it bad."
"Now listen to these instructions real careful," Gunney started. "'Cause
if you don't, you are going to be in a lot of trouble, and probably a
lot of pain. All you got to do is everything I tell you. No more, and no
less. You make me feel good, and I'll leave you alone and so will Jim
here." Jim crossed his arms and smiled a big, toothy grin.
Steve's heart began to race, but all he could do was nod his head.
"I'm sorry, squid. I couldn't hear you. And I hope to hell you know the
proper way to answer."
"Yes, sir. I heard you." Steve answered shakily.
Gunney scowled, "Close squid. That's 'Sir, yes sir to everything! Got
that?"
"Sir, yes sir."
"Oh, very good. That's very good, isn't it, Jim?"
"Yeah, great. Now what?"
"Now you lock me inside with him. That way you can guard him while I
have my fun."
Steve's eyes grew wide with fear as Gunney opened the brig door and let
himself in. The giant with the toothy grin shut the door with a horrible
finality. Steve looked up at the clock: it would be another three and a
half hours before anyone would show to relieve the watch. It was going
to be a long night.
"Okay, muscle man. Drop those drawers and let's see what you got,"
Gunney commanded.
Steve slowly obeyed the command as he eyed Gunney standing next to him.
He didn't have a chance. With his belt undone, and the zipper down, he
pushed the dungarees to the deck.
"Skivies too, moron!"
Steve obeyed and the skivies fell to the deck. He turned red, and was
glad that his shirttail hid his dick.
"I can't see the stud's dick. Take the shirt off, squidly."
Steve turned redder as he removed the shirt and threw it on the bunk
behind him.
"Ohhhh. Now ain't that cute. Just look at that pecker, Jim. Did you ever
see anything so cute as that?" Gunney grinned at Jim, who was watching
intently through the bars in the cell door. Steve wished that it would
get just a little bit hard, but it only shrank. "I'll bet it's even
cuter when it's hard, isn't it squid?"
Steve didn't know what to say. He felt like he was going into shock.
Gunney put his hands on his hips and cocked his head. "I didn't hear
your answer, squid."
"Sir, yes sir," Steve replied haltingly.
Gunney looked at his friend. "He wants us to see it hard, Jim. I think
we should let him jack off. It'll put him in the proper mood." Jim only
grinned and nodded in reply. "Okay, squid. Let's see you beat that
meat."
Steve looked down at his limp dick, slowly took it in his right hand,
and began to pull it to an erection. Despite his nervousness, in a
couple of minutes it was rock hard and poking almost straight up. It
reached seven inches when fully erect.
"Stand at attention when you jack off! I don't want to see you looking
down, left, or right while you pull on that pud. If you're going to do
it, you're going to do it like a marine!"
Steve immediately came to attention and looked into the eyes of the
marine in front of him. It was an odd position for jacking off, as he
couldn't bend at the waist in order to reach his dick easily. He
continued to stroke his meat, his stomach and ass muscles fighting the
urge to assume a more natural position. In a few minutes his whole body
shook as the intense sexual feelings began conflicting with his posture.
Several times Gunney scowled at him when he lost his stance, but Steve
managed to bring himself in line. Finally, he began to drop his load. He
had to fight to keep his back aligned and his eyes open as he shot his
wad in a high arch that splattered against the uniform in front of him
the uniform that Gunney was wearing. The distance was about four feet.
Jim's eyes widened when he saw the angry look of the other marine.
Steve's hand and cock dripped
onto the deck.Gunney looked down at the runny mess on the front of his trousers, then
back into the eyes of the offender. "Jim, do you see what this squid
did? He defiled the marine uniform. You're in big trouble, squid! First
of all, I didn't tell you to come; and secondly, I didn't tell you to
stop jacking off. You disobeyed my orders, and I told you you'd be sorry
if you disobeyed my orders. Now get down here and clean this mess off!"
The hunky sailor looked first at his tormentor, then at the guard
outside his cell, then back to his tormentor. "Sir, I respectfully
decline, sir."
Without emotion, Gunney made a programmed series of moves and twisted
Steve's arms behind his back, bringing him to his knees.
"You don't learn too fast, do ya squid? Now clean this mess up with
your tongue!"
Steve felt a surge of pressure on his arms as Gunney forced his face
into his crotch. He slowly began to lick his sperm off the front of
Gunney's pants. Steve had never tasted
before; not even his own, and he was surprised that it didn't taste all that bad. When the marines had
been satisfied with the job, he was pulled away and released, but he
remained on his knees.
"Looks like he did a pretty good job, Gunney. Think he deseves a little
of the real thing?" Jim asked.
"I think he deserves a lot of the real thing, but I got to take a leak
so bad I'm about to bust."
"Piss on the shitter," Jim grunted.
"You thirsty, squid?"
"Sir, no sir," Steve replied with a new terror in his voice.
"I told you squid, there's only one thing you say to me. Now let's hear
you say it."
Steve remained mute, but Gunney pulled up his arm while pressing down on
the pressure point of his neck and shoulder blades. The sailor winced
and tried to pull away as tears came to his eyes. Finally he relented
with a small, "Sir, yes sir."
"Sir, yes sir, what?"
It took a few seconds but he replied, "Sir, yes sir. I'm thirsty . . .
sir."
Gunney relaxed the pressure somewhat. Steve looked straight into the
marine's crotch as he lowered the zipper and pulled out his big, uncut
cock. Steve had never seen such a foreskin. It didn't even look like it
had a hole in the end of it. As he was forced closer, a strange smell
assaulted him, and he thought he might be sick. Soon the cock was being
pressed against his face.
"Listen good, squid. You fuck this up, and you will pay pay dearly.
All you got to do is open your mouth and swallow. Just like drinking
water from a straw. You swallow it, understand? All of it, understand?
Don't gag, don't spit; and God help you if you puke. Got that?"
Steve was shaking uncontrollably as he replied, "Sir, yes sir." The cock
pressed against his lips as he spoke.
"Open up, baby." The sailor did as he was told, and Gunney's marine meat
penetrated his mouth, where it rested on his tongue. "Now close your
lips around it, but don't bite down. If I feel teeth, you're going to
feel fists."
Steve closed his mouth around the dick and waited. He didn't have to
wait long. In seconds a warmth flooded his mouth and he began swallowing
furiously. On the second swallow he began to taste what he was drinking,
and it made him want to gag. He didn't like it, but he kept swallowing
the warm, bitter fluid. Gunney just stood there, his hands on his hips,
legs spread slightly, as if he were taking a leak in one of the ship's
pissers. He didn't even look down.
"God, did I have to piss!"
"You still going?" Jim asked
"Yeah. The last time I pissed was just before lunch about twelve hours
ago."
"Damn, you must have a big bladder. Poor squid didn't know he was
getting the Hoover Dam."
Both marines laughed as Gunney replied, "Oh hell, Jim. Look at him. He
loves it. He sucks that piss down like a baby sucks down milk."
Steve listened to their conversation with a detached mind as he
continued drinking from the man's cock. He couldn't even taste it
anymore. Finally, the piss flow began to ebb, and the marine above him
let out a sigh. Then he felt the familiar last squirts against his
throat. After Gunney had tensed the muscles in his cock a few times to
get the last of the piss out, he jerked back and the meat pulled out of
Steve's mouth. Steve leaned back on his heels and took several deep
breaths. When he looked up again, there was Jim, the giant marine, with
his fly open. A cut, doorknob-headed cock stared Steve in the face.
"I gotta piss too," he said as he grabbed the sailor by the sides of his
head and pulled him into position. Jim gripped Steve's jaws, forced his
mouth open, and pushed his cockhead inside. But unlike the previous time
where Gunney had pushed most of the shaft in, Jim just let him close his
lips around the head. It was a tight fit. Jim held him by the sides of
the head as he let loose with his load. Steve could taste more of it
this time because only the head was inside and the piss was directed
against his tongue. As he drank the man's piss he could tell that the
cock was starting to get hard. It was getter fatter, and starting to
stick out straight from Jim's crotch.
Suddenly he pulled his cock free of the sailor's mouth, but the piss
continued to flow, splashing Steve's face and the top of the head. It
ran down his neck and soaked his skivy shirt before Jim finally forced
the last jets against his mouth. The sailor just knelt and took it.
"Wa'ja do that for? Now we'll have to clean him up when we're through,"
Gunney bawled.
"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. Now what?"
"Haul him back over here. I got a surprise for him," Gunney said as he
hefted his cock and began to stroke the shaft.
"What's the surprise?"
"Turn him around and then take a look at this."
Jim turned the sailor away from them, stood him at attention, and then
went to where Gunney was standing. Gunney pointed at his cock, then in
two strokes he retracted the foreskin.
"Oh shit. You're gonna make him suck on that?" Jim whispered, recoiling
from the smell.
"Hell yes. You know, when I take a leak I never skin it back just wash
it at the end of the day. But I didn't get a chance to shower tonight. I
got two days worth of cheese on that. Haul him over here."
Jim retrieved the squid and positioned him on his knees once again.
"Okay, open up squidly. No piss this time. Now you get the real thing.
But first you got to clean me up a little bit. Seems I forgot to take a
shower tonight. Do a good job and maybe I'll drop my load real fast."
Steve opened his mouth to accept the marine's meat, and the marine
obliged him.
"Start sucking, babe. Give me a blowjob just like the blowjobs you've
gotten before."
Steve obeyed the command and started sucking on the growing cock. In
minutes it was hard as a rock; the foreskin still covered the head.
Gunney put one hand behind the sailor's head. With the other he pulled
the foreskin off the head of his dick and pushed the shaft to the back
of Steve's throat.
At first Steve noticed no difference. Suddenly the putrid taste hit him
and he started to gag and pull away, but the hand behind his head
stopped his retreat.
"Suck it! Use your tongue and get all that cheese. Clean it up good.
Suck that shit right off my cock. Give it a spit shine, ya fuckin'
squid."
Jim grinned as he watched the humpy sailor suck on his buddy's
skinned-back cock. He looked down past the pumping meat and saw that the
squid's dick was rock hard.
"Hey, Gunney! Take a look at this," he said as he pointed to the
sailor's dick. "I think he likes it!"
Gunney pulled his cock out and looked down at Steve's hard dick, which
was dripping clear fluid onto the deck floor. "Well, how about that? I
think you're right. Hell, I don't care whether he likes it or not. Get
your mouth back on that dick, squid. It ain't clean yet."
Steve did as he was told. He couldn't help it if he got a hard on.
Everything was so new so forbidden.
Several times during the blowjob he felt the other marine rubbing his
cock in his ear, and every once in a while he would reach down between
the sailor's legs and give his dick a few strokes. Gunney would
sometimes pull his dick out for an inspection, and finally, after about
the third time, he decided it was clean enough.
"Okay, Jim. Turn him around and back up against the bars," he said as he
withdrew his meat from the squid's mouth.
When Steve was backed against the bars, Gunney took off his belt, pulled
it through the bars and across Steve's legs, then snapped it. This
pulled Steve's legs together and backed his ass up tight against the
bars. Once that was done, Jim directed Steve's torso down until his face
was level with the piss-slit in Jim's rod, and his ass was in position.
Gunney skinned back, then let spit run out of his mouth and onto the
head of his cock, which he rubbed against Steve's asshole. He did this
several times, then positioned the head against the tight little hole
and began to push in.
Sweat beaded on his face as he said, "God, he's tight." He pulled back
and tried again. This time he made a little progress. He spread the
sailor's ass cheeks and pressed harder.
Steve had been gritting his teeth, but finally the pain was too much for
him and he let out a scream. Jim saw the squid's mouth open; thinking he
was hungry, he decided to feed him his cock. Suddenly the squid found
himself with one cock in his mouth and one in his ass.
"Jim. I got it in the head, anyway." Gunney pulled the head out, spat
on it again, then assaulted the asshole once more. This time it opened
easily. Steve let out another cry, and Jim took advantage of it by
shoving his dick further in. The squid wasn't ready for that, and his
teeth scraped the shaft.
Jim grabbed him by the throat and threatened, "I feel those teeth again,
and you're going to be one sorry son of a bitch."
Steve gulped and the big marine slowly released his grip. Gunney got a
good grip on the sailor's waist, and then in one brutal shove he forced
the remaining length of his cock up into Steve's gut. Every muscle in
Steve's body tensed at the sudden onslaught. Sweat poured from every
pore. Jim took no notice of this, however, as he slowly pistoned his rod
into the hunky sailor's mouth.
"Hey, Jim. I got it rammed to the balls. All of it! Damn, that feels
good. Come back here and take a look at this."
Jim pulled his big meat from Steve's mouth with a plop and moved to
where the squid was impaled on Gunney's shaft. They were nuts to butt.
As Jim watched, Gunney slowly began extracting the rod from the sailor's
tight ass. When it finally pulled free, the foreskin was again covering
the head. "Now watch this," he said, placing the head against the
puckered asshole and pressing. Nothing happened. He pressed harder.
"Open up, damn you," he ordered, but he still couldn't force an entry.
Jim reached over and pulled the nightstick from Gunney's belt. He went
to where the squid's head hung, and with one hand he lifted it up and
pointed the black wooden stick at his mouth. "Suck on this. And if you
have any brains, you'll get it good and wet."
Steve did as he was told. He put as much spit on the wooden shaft as he
could. Jim took the spit-slicked pole back to his buddy. Gunney knew
just what to do with it. Jim watched as he pressed the tip of the
nightstick to the puckered hole and pushed. This time, with the force of
his huge right arm and the rigidity of the stick, the asshole opened up
and the stick slid in. Gunney continued to push until it was buried to
the rubber stop ring at the handle.
Steve's mouth hung open in a dry scream at the assault. Jim moved back
to his head to take advantage of it. He forced the boy's head down on
his cock with one hand and commenced a slow fucking of his mouth. Gunney
pulled the stick from the squid's ass, and just as quickly rammed it
back in again. Soon he was pistoning the wooden rod into that ass like a
pile driver; the force caused Steve's mouth to be pushed onto Jim's knob
in fuck-rhythm. Jim's dick got even harder as he watched Gunney ramrod
the poor sailor's ass with his vicious thrusts.
Finally, Gunney pulled the stock from the sailor's raw asshole and
rammed his own hard cock back in. He grasped the cell bars as his hips
thrust against the humpy sailor's white ass. He repeatedly pulled his
meat free of the asshole, then drove the entire length back up the ass
as he long-dicked him unmercifully.
Jim was close to dropping his load as he watched his marine buddy pound
Steve's ass. He was so turned on he grabbed the sailor by the sides of
his head and forced him down onto the full length of his hard dick and
held him there. Steve tried to pull away since he couldn't breathe and
he was gagging uncontrollably, but the powerful hands held him immobile
on the shaft as tears fell from his eyes. The veins were popping out of
Jim's arms as he forced his big-headed rod against the back of the
sailor's throat. He knew it would never go all the way in, but he liked
the feeling of the head being forced hard into the wet tunnel.
Jim watched the squid choke on his meat, and the convulsions of Steve's
throat brought him off. He held him down tight as he shot his wad down
the boy's throat. Thrusting his hips forward with his head held back,
Jim let out a loud grunt. He pumped five jets into him; with each one he
let out a grunt and pushed down harder each time. Finally he was
drained, and he pulled the stiff meat from the ravaged mouth.
Steve coughed and gobbled air like a drowning man. Jim pumped the last
of his sperm from his shaft with his fist and offered it to the heaving
sailor. Acting automatically, the squid licked the remains from the
reddened sticky knob.
With his bloated cock still hanging from the fly of his pants, Jim moved
to where Gunney was fucking. Gunney had dropped his pants to the deck
and his sack now swung free in the air. Jim squatted down to look at
Gunney's nuts as if he were examining a stud horse. The balls were
pulled up tight. That and the expression on Gunney's face told Jim that
he was going to come soon.
Jim thought he would do his friend a favor, so he reached up and began
to rub the underside of the marine's balls. Gunney looked down and
nodded his thanks. Instantly, he tensed, rammed his marine meat into the
ass of the sailor, and held it there as he shot his load. Halfway
through the climax, he pulled back and slammed home again, the last of
the thick fluid pumping into Steve's guts.
When the last jet of
had erupted, Gunney pulled his rod from the asshole. He quickly reached down and unfastened the belt that had been
holding Steve's legs against the cell bars.
"Okay, squidly. You're almost done. Turn around and put a spit shine on
my meat. I can't stick a shitty dick back into my trousers."
Dazed, Steve slowly obeyed the command. He faced the marine, opened his
mouth, and took the bloated cock inside it. Steve licked, sucked, and
tongued his way around Gunney's cock. Gunney inspected it three times
before he decided it was done right.
"Okay, the shaft looks good. Now get that mess running down my balls."
Steve began licking the man's ball sack. Suddenly he tensed and pulled
away from the man's crotch: Steve's cock shot jets of white fluid into
the air, onto his stomach and chest and he hadn't even touched it!
When Steve had finished shooting, Gunney said, "Now that's real nice,
but you ain't finished with me yet. Get back on those balls."
Steve returned to licking those nuts while Jim looked on. When Gunney
was satisfied, he turned around and presented his asshole to the sailor.
"Make him lick my asshole, Jim. And make sure he knows that I never, but
never, wipe my ass. Marines don't wipe their ass, do they, Jim?"
"That's right," Jim replied as he pushed the sailor's face into the ass
of his marine buddy. "Lick my buddy's asshole good, sweet cheeks.'
Steve didn't think about it. He was tired. He just licked the marine's
hole until the marine was satisfied.
Finally, Gunney moved away. He and Jim dressed and stuffed their cocks
back into their trousers. Gunney threw a couple of rags to the sailor.
"Clean that mess up. And if you say anything to anybody, you will not
live to regret it. Keep things quiet and we won't bother you no more. We
get plenty of other guys coming in through here."
"Is that so?" boomed an authoritative voice from behind the bulkhead
where the watch desk was located.
Three heads turned at breakneck speed toward the sound. Eyes widened
with terror and hearts stopped as Captain "Mad Dog" Madden stepped
around the corner.
Steve was the first to speak: "Sir, they made me do it! They threatened
me and the big one stood guard over me, and . . . "
"I know, I know," the captain interrupted. "I saw most of it from back
there."
Jim and Gunney looked at each other, but neither had any idea what to do
or say.
"But sir, if you saw them, why didn't you stop them . . . sir?"
The captain ignored the question and said, "Isn't it customary for
enlisted men to come to attention when the captain enters a space?"
All three men suddenly jumped to attention. "That's better. Now to start
with, I want that man released immediately. I think he's been punished
enough."
The captain addressed Steve: "Report back to your supervisor at quarters
in the morning. I will make sure he is informed of your release. And if
you want your honorable discharge, I suggest you keep this to yourself.
My suggestion is understood, is it not?"
"Yes, sir!" Steve agreed.
"As for you men . . ." He grasped his zipper, pulled it down, and out
flopped the biggest cock either of them had ever seen. "You service this
as long as we're on this ship together and, well . . . Just remember
what you said to that sailor. It goes double for you both. Got that?"
"Sir, yes sir," both men intoned simultaneously.
"Good. Now, who's first?"
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