Description Seth has settled into his post-corps life, or thinks he has—until he meets a fellow ex-Marine who offers him everything he didn’t know he wanted.
|Updated||13 Jul 2019|
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My name’s Seth, and this is my story. I’m 26 and decent looking (or at least I think). Short hair (left over from my Marine days) and a decent build (also left over from my Marine days). Although I admit I’m starting to develop a little bit of a beer gut. I work from home as a commuter geek, which is all to say that I have a lot of time on my hands as my job is not that hard. Answer a few emails, a few calls, and just follow the manual for their machine. If it still wasn’t fixed, send them to level 2, done! I live on the outskirts of town in a small home that I rent that has a little bit of land to it. After I got out of the corps I wanted a nice quiet life and ended up here in the south. I’m originally from Jersey suburbs surrounded by nosy neighbors so this is a nice change for me.
It was a standard Friday night, which usually involved me sitting at home watching some tv and sipping on a cold beer. This evening, however, I got a call from a few friends, John and Ben, who wanted to have a night on the town… I hated nights on the town because they always involved my friends getting a little too drunk and going off with whatever fresh piece of meat they found that night and me getting stuck with the tab, but I decided to go anyway as it was a while since I actually left the apartment.
Finished my beer and got dressed. I knew it was gonna be a long night. It always was with them. I decided to wear a pair of my old wrangler jeans, they were the most comfortable and I figured if I had to put up with their drunk asses that I would at least be comfortable while I did it. I put on a plain plaid shirt and decided against any cologne. I was 5’11” and still looked pretty good. I had that bit of a beer gut going on but didsn’t bother me. “Approaching that dad bod status,” I chuckled to myself. I was never one to get real flashy, didn’t like all the attention that came with it.
We decided to go to this little hole in the wall bar, for which I was thankful. I hated those dance clubs with loud music where you needed to scream into someone’s ear just to have a conversation. It was a small place called Lucky’s, it had a dirt parking lot and an old wooden sign that had definitely seen better days. As usual, I was the first one there, John and Ben having made being late an art form. I decided to walk into the bar. Much like the outside there wasn’t much to see: a few dart boards on the walls and pictures of nights long ago. Right in front of me was the bar with a few tables spread out across the floor, except for a square space that I imagined was used for a dance floor. There were a few people already here sitting at the bar. They looked like they had been there for years.
I walked over to the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender introduced himself as Jack and gave me a nice firm handshake.
“So what brings you out tonight?” Jack asked.
“Nothing much. My buddies wanted to go out and forced me out. Just thankful this isn’t some night club that would leave me with a pounding headache before I had a drink.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, you’re not gonna find that around here.” He handed me my beer. “That one is on me,” he said as he walked away.
As I moved away I could see him checking me out. “Shit” I said under my breath. I knew John and Ben were gay and it didn’t bother me. I had gone out with them before to gay bars and it was okay. I mean, they made great wingmen. Although that hadn’t helped me seal the deal much recently, and by recently, I mean over 6 months. John and Ben did make it easier to talk to women, but that’s about where it ended. I could tell tonight was not gonna be my lucky night, even if the place was called Lucky’s.
I found a dimly lit table out of the way although I didn’t think that would matter; it didn’t seem like this place would get very crowded anyway. It was almost 11:30 by the time John and Ben decided to show up. The bar had a few people in it now and the music got turned up a bit but it still wasn’t what I would call crowded.
I waved John and Ben over to the table where I was sitting. “Hey guys, took you long enough to get here.”
“Oh shut up, Seth, I had to get cute,” said Ben. Ben was a 5’8” bean pole. John made fun of him for it and called him a twink. He was wearing skin-tight jeans that were bedazzled on the back pockets and a black fishnet shirt. He was the youngest one out of all of us at 23. He was handsome, I guess. Older men seemed to like him quite a bit. He had dirty blond hair and a soft round face. I don’t think he could grow facial hair if he tried. His shirt left nothing to the imagination and I could see his small perky nipples against his flat chest.
“Ben, why did you bother putting on a shirt at all? I’ve seen strippers wear more clothing.”
“Well, it’s not for you, Seth, it’s for all the hungry men around you.”
I just snickered and sipped my beer.
I was two shots of whiskey and three beers in at this point. I had a nice buzz going on. I asked against my better judgment, “If Ben’s a twink, what the hell does that make you, John?”
Ben looked at me and said, “A has-been.” John scowled at Ben. I just laughed. If anything they were good entertainment.
“I’m what the community calls a bear.” John was a decent looking guy, about 6’ and a little bit bigger than most but wore it well. He was 30 years old and had a nice beard going. He wore a light button down that was open up to expose his hairy chest.
“I’m afraid to ask,” I said.
He pulled up his shirt, exposing his very hairy torso. “Jesus Christ, John, folks could get lost in there,” I teased, pulling back a bit. “That’s disgusting.” He had the thickest and darkest hair on his chest and stomach I had ever seen in my life and that was saying something.
John laughed. “You know you love it.”
I raised my beer. “Hey if it works for you,” I said, and took a sip. “So. If you’re a twink,” I went on, pointing at Ben with my beer, “and you’re a bear,” now with my bottle pointing at John, “What does that make me?”
John and Ben both look at each other. Ben spoke up first. “I don’t know. Why don’t you stand up and lift that shirt up?”
I chuckled. “You just wanna see me shirtless don’t you?”
“Not the point. You want to know or not?” Ben said jokingly.
I finished my beer and stood up and lifted my shirt up with one hand to my chest. “There. Ya happy?” I laughed out loud. I could see the bartender look over and give me a wink.
“Otter,” Ben said instantly. “You agree John?”
“Yup, definitely an otter.”
I sat back down. “You guys got too many names,” I said laughing. “I’m so glad I’m not gay—I would be so lost.”
We continued to bullshit at the table for another hour. Before I knew it, the bar started to get crowded. Looks like I was wrong about it being a slow kind of place, but at least it wasn’t loud. Both John and Ben took to the dance floor as they saw their target for the night.
I walked to the bar to get another beer, but when turned back to walk words the table and a group of people nabbed it. “Shit.” I just took a seat at the bar.
It was almost 1 a.m. when I looked at the dance floor and John and Ben both gave me the signal. I raised my beer and smirked at them. “At least they’re getting some tonight,” I said under my breath watching as they gathered their things and walked out of the bar.
The bartender came back around. “I guess your friends left.”
“Yeah, It was their turn to get some tail,” I said.
“What? Nothing here that strikes your fancy?” Jack asked.
I laughed. “Not really. I’m partial to the female persuasion.”
Jack laughed. “Well, shoot. Oh well, had to ask, you know?”
By this time I was pretty drunk and gave him an overexaggerated wink as I raised my beer to my lips.
He smiled and jokingly punched me in my shoulder. “Tease.”
The bar started to die down after a while as people started to pair off and leave. I looked around the room and I saw this guy walk in.
Dude looked like he just came straight from a construction site. He was wearing a pair of worn out jeans with what looked like concrete and dirt stains down the front of them. The steel toe of his boots was clearly exposed and the boots were covered in orange dirt. The worn red plaid sleeves of his button-down were rolled up exposing his tanned skin. Hell, he still a tape measure attached to his waistband. He looked like one of those Greek gods in the doorway—he had to be at least 6’2 and I would say he was probably in his early 30’s and in very fine shape. His biceps and triceps were huge and had some hair covering them. He almost looked like a gorilla with all the muscle and hair. He had a well-shaped beard without a hair out of place, not too long but I could tell it was dense from here. He wore a grey fitted baseball cap that clearly never left his head. Even in the dark room, you could see the sweat stains on the brim where it met his forehead. The fabric on the front of the brim was starting to wear exposing what was inside. His eyes were a deep blue that really stuck out form his light tan complexion. Actually it was a little redder than tan. He was clearly balding under that hat—I could see the shine from here. “At least I’m not the only one,” I thought to myself.
The man sat next to me at the bar. “Seth,” I said, and offered my hand for a handshake.
“Derek,” he said in a deep gravelly voice tinged with a southern accent. I gave him the firmest handshake I could, meaning it as a sign that I wasn’t interested in him. He smirked and waved the bartender down.
“What you having,” asked Jack.
“Double shot of whiskey with a beer chaser.”
“Comin’ right up.”
“Hard day?” I ask.
“You know how it is, same shit different day.”
The bartender came back and set Derek’s drinks down in front of him. He downed the double and took a sip of his beer. I could smell his sweat. It wasn’t anything new to me after being in the Marine and working out with large groups of men. It was something that I had gotten used to long ago, although he smelt a little different. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I could tell that his chest was staining the buttons on his shirt. This dude must be ripped, I couldn’t see an ounce of fat on him. I looked down at my growing dad bod. I was feeling a little emasculated, but didn’t let it show.
“I didn’t know you guy worked so late,” I said, assuming that he worked in construction.
“The foreman is riding my ass to get this project done,” Derek said conversationally. “Typically I don’t, but we have some new kid who can’t tell his ass hole from a hole in the ground. So I’m stuck cleaning up his messes.”
We talked some more. Nothing crazy, mostly talk about our friends and trading crazy stories about drinking and getting drunk. About three doubles and three beers in we were pretty hammered.
I ordered us a double whiskey with a beer back. “Cheers!” Derek toasted, lifting his whiskey. We downed it together.
“I gotta take a piss,” I said. “Where the bathroom in this place?” As I got up I tripped and Derek caught me with his left arm like I was as light as air. I could feel the veins in his forearms and the thick hair that covered them, from days of hard work no doubt.
“All right, buddy, let me help you out,” Derek said, helping me to the back.
“You better not make a mess in there I gotta clean that up,” warned Jack.
I looked up at Derek. He looked like a mountain and seemed to be practically carrying me to the bathroom.
“Guess I’m drunker than I thought,” I said.
“You think?” he chuckled jokingly.
There were only two urinals and Derek propped me up at the first one. I put my forearm on the wall and rested my head on it as I undid my fly. Derek took the one next to me. With no divider, we could easily see each other’s cocks. I was looking down as I was too drunk to stand on my own, or even hold my head up. Derek undid his fly, the dude was huge! At least 10 inches soft and as thick as my forearm. I had seen a lot of dick in my life but this dude’s was by far the largest and thickest. It definitely matched his frame, veiny and thick hair at the base of his shaft. He had a little bit of a bush going on. Jesus, how hairy was this guy? His arms, cock, even his hands were hairy. He puts John to shame, I thought to myself. I got a whiff of his musk again. It was so potent I thought I might pass out.
“Holy shit, Derek, your cock is huge,” I blurted out as we let loose, unable not to say something about it in my inebriated state. “What the hell do you do with that thing? I bet you split women in half,” I joked, looking down at my average 6” cut cock.
“Whatever the hell I want, boy,” Derek said with a smirk as he pissed like a racehorse. “It’s one of the perks of being an alpha male.” He finished whizzing finally and shook the last few drops of piss out his cock.
We got back to the bar and I ordered two more doubles and a beer for both of us.
“All right, gentlemen time for me to close up,” Jack said.
Derek looked at me and asked, “How ya’ gett’n home, boy?”
I was slurring every word out my mouth. “I took a taxi.”
“You’re not going to find one of those this late at night around here,” Jack said.
“Shit,” I said as I finished my beer.
Derek laughed. “I got a sofa if you wanna crash at my place for the night.”
“Aw, man, thanks.”
“All right, my place is just around the block,” he said as he put my arm around his shoulder and his hand on the opposite side to steady me. I could smell his armpits. They were strong, and a little damp. His pit moisture started to dampen my shirt.
“So what did you do before construction?” I asked.
“I was a Gunny in the Marine Corps.”
I laughed. “Semper fi.”
He looked down “You too, I guess,” he said. I could see shimmers of his jet-black beard in the moonlight as we walked the block to his house.
Before I could say anything, we had arrived at his place. It was a small apartment that was pretty empty. Couch, coffee table, and a TV sitting on an entertainment center. The dining room, if you could call it that, had a small table with two chairs that connected an even smaller kitchen to the living room. It was all open and not much of anything else going on. It was almost exactly what I’d have pictured for him.
He plopped me down bodily on the sofa. “Well, thanks for letting me down easy,” I joked.
“Oh, I’m not letting you down,” he said with a smirk.
What an odd thing to say, I thought.
He pulled his boots off and placed them by the door. I guessed the laundry room was right by the front door because he came out wearing just his boxers.
This dude was bigger than I thought he was in the bar. His pecs stuck out from his body, casting a shadow on his abs from the overhead lighting. The skin over them was so tight that his nipples pointed downward. His thick black hair all over his pecks continued down to his 8 pack. The hair got denser in the valleys that his muscles made, which kind of drew my attention. His traps and lats give his body a hard V shape that I was sure all the girls drooled over. His legs and calves were just like the rest of him, huge and hard with a decent amount of hair.
“You mind if I get comfortable, Gunny?” I asked. I could smell his musk all over me from him practically carrying me to his apartment.
“Whatever, man, get comfortable.”
I took off my clothes and left my boxers on. Why did I still smell like him? I must have asked for some water or something because he brought over a bottle and told me to drink. It was water but it had a slightly yellow tint to it. I took a long swig.
“What the hell is in this? It tastes great!”
“It’s got a little bit of my piss in it,” he said as he chuckled.
“You ass, no it doesn’t,” I said as I finished the bottle.
He smiled. “Sure. How’s that, better?” he asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” I said.
“I thought you would like that.” I just nodded. I was so thirsty I didn’t care what I was drinking.
“You aren’t that smart are you boy?” he asked.
It took me a little bit of time to pick things up, that was true, but I got it in the end… most of the time. When I was in the corps I always found it best to tell gunnys the truth. It was usually a lot less painful in the long run. “Not really Gunny. It takes me a few but I get it done.”
He sat on the coffee table, which I’d have sworn would break under his massive frame but it held steady.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Drunk but pretty good, relaxed,” I said. Why was he asking? I thought. He laid me down on the sofa with the pillow under my head. This was starting to get weird. Then he took both my hands put them over my head. I started to struggle but he simply put his knee on my chest and tied a rope around my wrist and then the leg of the sofa. I struggled and started to kick but it was no use he tied my legs down to at the ankles like he did my wrists.
“What the hell are you doing, Derek?”
There I was my body fully exposed, the little hair on my chest and stomach matted down from sweat struggling to get out of these ropes. He sat there and simply laughed.
“Just relax boy, you’re going to be fine.” Shockingly I believed him and relaxed.
“Wha… what are you doing to me?”
“Nothing. The better question is what do you want me to do with you, boy?” The question startled me because, again, I believed him and somehow I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. All I had to do was say, “Nothing, I just wanna sleep,” and he would have let me.
“I’m straight,” is all that came out.
“How ‘bout this, boy, I’ll ask you a few questions and you can’t lie to me… is that fair? If you do lie to me I’ll give you a beating you’ll never forget.” He held my gaze and asked, “What’s your name?”
I decided to test him to see if he was full as shit. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know, I was drunk. “Rumpelstiltskin,” I said.
He hit me so hard in my ribs I could feel the bruise already forming.
“Wanna try that again, wise ass?”
“Seth, my name is Seth. Goddamit, that hurt.”
I could feel the sting from where he hit me and although it hurt, my cock stirred. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought to myself. Derek didn’t seem to notice. He was looking at my face very intently.
“Did it?” he asked.
“It did but it kinda feels good now.” What…? Why the hell did I say that? What’s wrong with me?
Derek just smiled. He got up and walked to the fridge and pulled out a syringe that was full of some type of fluid.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Do you care what it is?”
“No.” What why the hell did I say that? Of course I cared… didn’t I?
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” What? All I wanted was to get out of here, or at least I thought I did.
“Once this goes in you, there’s no turning back. Consider that your first and final warning. Do you have any questions, boy?”
I had a ton of questions but I was too drunk to put them in any order. “Why am I saying the opposite of what I want? What the hell does it do?” is all that came out.
“A drunk man tells the sober truth, boy.” He ignored the second question completely “You want it or not, boy?”
“Will it hurt?” What was I saying? I didn’t want whatever was in that thing.
I laid there on his couch just looking up at him for several minutes. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, they were piercing my soul but they also were comforting me.
“Are you happy in your current life?”
“No.” What?!?! Of course I was. I had a nice apartment with an easy job that paid the bills… but I had to admit I was lonely and I had no direction or guidance since I left the corps.
“What did you just think about?” he asked. My face must have given it away I was never very good at keeping my emotions off of my face.
I thought about lying again but decided against it and that it would be better to be as honest with him as he was with me.
“I was thinking how I’m was lonely and that I haven’t had any direction or guidance since I left the corps.”
“What was your rank?”
“Lance Corporal, Gunny.”
“Do you want that back, boy?”
“Want what back, Gunny?”
“Order, discipline, someone to tell you what to do, how to do it, and when to do it?”
“Desperately, Gunny. Everything out here in the civilian sector is bull shit. People do what they want when they want to do it with no common goal. They lie, steal, cheat and are just an all-around pain in the ass to deal with. I want more, I wanna serve something. I want a higher purpose in life. I want an easier life.”
Gunny looked at me with a little bit of pity. “You really are broken aren’t you, boy?”
“Yes, Gunny, I feel as if I haven’t found my place yet.”
“What’s in here will let me transform you, boy. Are you ready for that? I will push you farther than anyone has ever pushed you before. I can give you structure and discipline and as you can see from the bruise on your side I not afraid to put you back in line. I can give you, stability, purpose, and that sense of belong that you have been looking for.”
“Gunny, I liked it when you hit me.” Why the hell did I tell him that? Did I actually like it?
“I know you did, boy, I saw your boxers move.”
“Last question, Gunny, I swear.”
“What, boy?” I could tell he was growing impatient with me.
“Can you untie me, Gunny? I won’t run. I’ll take it willingly.” I swear I’m at a loss where was all this coming from? Have I always felt this way?
Gunny looked at me with a confused look on his face. “Boy, you know if you try to run or put up a fight that you will lose?”
I simply nodded.
He picked up his Bowie knife that was next to him on the table and cut both the ropes to my hands and feet. I wanted to run and scream for help but instead, something inside me just held out my arm.
“I’m ready, Gunny.”
Gunny took it and cleaned a small area of my arm with alcohol and put the syringe in and slowly pushed the plunger all the way down.
“Lay down, boy. I’ll see you in the morning when you wake up.”
The next morning I woke up one leg on the floor and my hand interlaced behind my head. Fully remembering what happened last night. I look around and I see, Gunny doing pull-ups on one of those bars in the door frame in his boxers. I watched his lats and biceps flex as he went up and down.
“Morning, boy.” Gunny let go of the bar, making a thud on the floor. “How ya feeling?” he asks.
“Pretty good, Gunny. I must have been really drunk last night! I haven’t slept that good in years.”
I could see his bald head shining from the sweat that he had worked up so far. It was beading down his brow and bare chest as he swept it away with the towel. “Well, walk me through what happened last night nice and slow. That’s an order, boy.” As he said that I felt my mind go blank. “You made a pretty big decision last night, boy.”
“Well, Gunny, I remember the bar and us meeting for the first time, you carrying me to your apartment. You laid me down on the sofa with a pillow under my head. Then you were tying me up?”
“That’s right. Keep going, boy.”
“I remember you asking questions and me lying to one of them and you setting me straight.”
“Speed it up, boy. I ain’t got all day.”
“I remember you injecting me with something and me wanting it, Gunny. You telling me that it would let you change me and get me back to the life I had. The one I miss.”
“How do you feel about your decision now, boy?”
I frowned slightly. “Depends on you, Gunny. Were you full of it? If it’s true, I’m glad I made the decision I did, Gunny. I did feel those things.”
“Do you feel like I lied to you?”
“Good.” He said it with finality.
“So what now, Gunny?”
“Now you listen. You will get up at 04:30 every morning and work out with me. You’ll keep up the best you can while you lose that civilian gut that you have been putting on. You better be here in your PT gear ready to work it off. I don’t wanna hear any bitching.”
“Yes, Gunny,” I said. I felt a tingle of excitement. I hadn’t been motivated to work out since I left the corps, but now that I had Gunny I felt right at home again.
“How much PTO time do you have at work, boy?”
“A shit ton, Gunny. I work on computers from home so I never really take any time off.”
“That’s good to know. How long do you have left on your lease?”
“It’s up next month. Why? Are you looking for a roommate, Gunny?”
“Yeah.” He said it casually, but his eyes were locked with mine.
“Well, all right,” I said. “I only live about a mile from here so it should be an easy move. I don’t have much stuff either.”
“That’s good, boy, you can run to my place in the morning for our workouts.” I nodded. “All right, boy, get on out of here and get your shit together. Start getting rid of the shit you don’t need and pack up the stuff you do. Do you still have your PT gear from the corps?
“I still have all my gear, Gunny, but I don’t think it will fit anymore. I may have some gear from when I first joined that might fit. Don’t know if you noticed but I’m not exactly in regs anymore,” I added wryly as I jiggled my stomach with my hands. I wasn’t fat but definitely out of regs.
“Yes, I can see that… You better be able to fit in your PT gear by tomorrow morning. That’s an order, boy.”
I got dressed and started to walk out the door.
“Hold on a minute there, boy. I can’t let you leave my house looking like that. Go to the bathroom and sit on the edge of the tub in your skivvies. Be there in a minute.”
I did as Gunny ordered and sat on the tub in my skivvies. Gunny walked in still sweating from his work out. He went under the sink and grabbed his hair trimmers. “Imma give you a cut that will at least make that part of you in regs.”
I nodded in agreement. Gunny turned on the hair cutters and started to give me a high and tight. I could feel his sweat dripping on my face. He smelt amazing, his strong musk. This was the smell of a real man I thought. I had hope that one day I could have that same musk. “What are you thinking ‘bout, boy?” he asked.
“Nothing, Gunny. I can just smell your musk and I like it. I was hoping that one day I could smell like that. I hope it’s something I can earn. It’s just what I would imagine a man should smell like.”
“That’s right, boy. That smell is the smell of an alpha. It the smell of hard work and manual labor. I’m not gonna lie to you, boy, you will go through a lot to get to smell like this. You sure you want that?”
“Fuck yeah, Gunny. I’ll do whatever it takes! I want to have as much power as you do one day.”
He put his hand on my face and I could feel his calluses. They were rough but I found it comforting. If anyone could turn me into what I wanted to be, it would be him.
As he continued giving me my high and tight I could see his dick through the slit in his boxers. I was getting a whiff every time the fabric moved.
“Fuck, Gunny, you’re packing a lot of heat in there. You could kill a girl with that if you put it in her.”
“That a problem, boy?”
“Not for me, Gunny. I guess it fits the rest of you,” I said as I chuckled.
God, he smelt good. I wanted to smell just like him. Watching his abs bulge and flex as he moved around me with the hair clippers. I found myself leaning in to get a better whiff of his musk. He moved the clippers to the back of my head and pulled my head forward till my forehead touched his cock through his boxers. The smell was so strong it was intoxicating. I could feel his pubes pushing out the slit on his boxers. I was tempted to stick my tongue out and lick his cock. Wait—have I always wanted to do that? My dick seemed to answer that for me and started to grow in my boxers. It was full-on raging in a matter of seconds. It small compared to Gunny’s thick monster but still a respectable cut 6-er with decent girth.
Gunny was done giving me my hair cut and turned the clippers off. He looked down to me. “There you go bo… What the hell is that, boy? You see something that primed your pump?”
“No, Gunny! Just thinking about the last girl that I had, Gunny.”
He knew I was lying. “What have I told you about lying, boy?”
“Not to, Gunny,” I said sheepishly.
“I have to punish you now you know that, boy.”
I simply nodded.
“Your dick, if you can call it that, is 2” on a good day now, boy. An’ keep girls out your mind. You have a lot of work to do before you can even think about being with someone. Look at yourself, boy, that’s an order,” he added as he hoisted me to my feet to look in the mirror. “You look like the Pillsbury dough-boy right now.” He smacked my stomach and we watched it jiggle a little bit, which caused the licking that he gave me last night to sting. It was right then when I felt like my skivvies had more room in them.
“Go ahead, boy. Check out what you got now.” He pushed me back down to the edge of the tub.
I pulled down my skivvies now sitting on the edge of the tub again and just looked up at him in amazement. I couldn’t understand what had just happened. I knew Gunny said he could change me after the shot that he gave me, but I didn’t realize he meant everything! The only thing that came out of my mouth was, “You’re right of course, Gunny, I apologize, but how did you do that?”
“You have a hard time listening doncha, boy? I told you that that shot would let me change ya. You’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you?”
“I told you that, Gunny. I’m not very good with words and thoughts and stuff. Unless it’s my job then imma be alr’ght.” Following his orders, that was last time I thought about women ever.
“Do you even care about that thing in your skivvies anymore, boy”
“Not really, Gunny. I haven’t used it in over 6 months.”
Gunny just laughed and turned around and grabbed his straight razor and changed out the blade. He grabbed the shaving cream and lathered up my face.
“We’ll get you back in reg in no time, boy, don’t you worry,” he informed me as he pushed me down back on the edge of the bathtub. He went to go put the blade to my face and it gently touched my face with it and then pulled back. “You trust me, boy?”
“With my life, Gunny. And anythin’ else I got,” I said as I looked up at him with the most serious face I could muster.
Gunny smirked and started to shave my face. I could feel the blade against my face cutting what little facial hair I had. Gunny grabbed my now baby smooth chin and I could feel his rough hands. I closed my eyes as he moved my head to make sure every inch of my face matched my chin. Feeling the power in his hands keeping my face steady and moving me to where he wanted me was exhilarating. I had never felt anything like that in my life. All while still breathing in his musk, he continued to glide the blade over my skin till it was baby smooth.
“You all right, boy? What ya’ smelling?”
“I just love how you smell, Gunny. The way your rough hands move me to where you want me to go.”
He laughed. “There you go, boy.” He gave me a few love taps on my cheek. “Back in regs.”
“Thanks for looking out for me, Gunny.”
“Now get the hell out of here. I got work to do.”
I decided to jog home instead of taking a taxi, because I knew it would make my Gunny proud. After I’d jogged a ways I looked back to see Gunny smiling out a window.
I got home in shitty time—It took me about 30 minutes to jog home. “God you’re out of shape, boy,” I said to myself. I went to the bedroom and stripped my close off and looked in the mirror. I looked at my cock it was a pathetic 2”. God, what I wouldn’t give for a cock like Gunny’s. I decided there was no use in worrying about it. I hadn’t used it in half a year or more anyway. I walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. I thought about Gunny’s muscles and his hairy body. Sadly, I had a little hair in the center of my chest and down my belly but the rest was smooth—nothing like what Gunny had. His hair was dark and thick, especially where his muscles created the deepest valley I had ever seen between his pecs. His 8 pack clearly defined from all sides. God, how I wanted to be like Gunny.
I hopped in the shower, and the hot water felt good on my sore muscles. I washed up quickly and stepped out. Drying off with a towel from the rack. I could still smell him, which caused my 2-inch cut cock to get hard again. I paid it no mind. Besides, I didn’t mind smelling like Gunny anyway—it meant I was on my way to being like him.
I started packing up my stuff like Gunny said, which was easy as I didn’t have much around my place anyway. To be honest I was pretty much done in by afternoon. I had no pictures or piles of furniture. My apartment was about as bare as Gunny’s with the exception of my laptop. I had some food and decided to hit the rack early.
I woke up exactly at 04:30. I had forgotten to set an alarm last night but it looked like I didn’t need it anyway. I picked up a few of my PT shorts and looked at the sizes. They all said medium except for a couple of larges. I picked one of them and slowly started to pull them up, and as I did so I could feel my body changing. The waistband stretched to the max but I got them on. I found two large PT shirts and pulled one of them on over my head. It barely touched the stretched waistband as my stomach pushed out the shirt. I laced up my shoes and started my run to Gunny’s.
It took 20 minutes and I hoped Gunny wouldn’t rip me a new one. As I walked up Gunny’s gravel driveway I noticed a truck parked near the garage. Gunny opened the door as I was catching my breath.
“You’re slow, boy. You need to pick up the pace next time.”
“Yes, Gunny, I’m sorry,” I said as I tried to catch my breath.
“Don’t be sorry, fix the problem.”
“That your truck, Gunny?”
“Yeah, that’s my baby,” he proudly stated.
It was a nice truck, it reminded me of, Gunny in every way. It looked powerful, rough, and strong. It was an old Dodge Ram. It wasn’t shiny or anything like that. It was covered in the same orange dirt as his boots, and there was a little bit of mud on the doors and side windows. It had some dings and scratches but radiated power.
“She’s nice, Gunny. Hope you don’t expect me to do that same amount of work that she does,” I said jokingly.
“Damn right she is—and no, boy, I expect more out of ya’. Now let’s get to work. Drop!”
I instantly dropped to the pushup position and held it. Gunny dropped in front of me so that we face each other. “That’s pretty good, boy. How long you been out the corps?”
“Just over two years, Gunny.”
“Down! Good to know you still know how to follow instructions. Up!”
We did 20 pushups before I started to break a sweat. My sweat dripping on to the driveway, and gravel digging into my hands.
I caught Gunny staring at me. “That’s good, boy, I figured you would bitch about the gravel in your hands. Make’n me proud, boy. Step it up. Double time!”
My arms and core were already sore and I could feel the stinging in my hand from the gravel breaking the skin on my hands. I did 50 pushups to his 100, even with him stopping and wait for me to catch up staring at each other as we did them.
“Let’s go, boy, I ain’t got all day! On your back!”
I flipped over and the gravel started to dig into my back.
“Hands across your chest, boy. Don’t tell me you forgot how to do a sit up!” As he yelled his spit and sweat sprayed my face.
He put his knees on my feet to make sure they don’t move. “Up!”
I instinctively went back down after my elbows hit my knees. “Did I say go down? Fucking hold it! Holddd ittt! Down, up!” He then started fucking with the timing, forcing me to listen or mess up. I did 30 before I collapsed on my back.
“Comm’n, boy, give me 10 more. Make me proud. You wanna make me proud, don’t ya, boy?”
“Yes, Gunny!” I screamed.
I looked up and there something in his eyes telling me I could do it… for him. His beautiful deep blue eyes, the sweat dripping from his brow… He was full of strength and power but there was something more, a kindness. God, he was so hot!
What? Hot? Was I falling for,Gunny?
“Yes, Gunny!” I blew the 10 out easily.
Gunny smiled down at me. “Making me proud, boy!” he said as he was helping me up. He put me under his arm, rubbing my sweat-soaked head with his other hand.
“My turn, boy.”
Gunny and I traded places. He started without any instruction and blew out fifty as I stared at him in amazement. I could see his sweat wetting his shirt making a dark “V” on his chest and spots forming under his arms. His shirt started to stick to him, showing off his chest and abs. I looked down and noticed that his shorts were starting to ride up his thighs. Oh god… is he not wearing any underwear? I looked closer and I couldsee the tip of his uncut cock—halfway down his thigh. It looked as thick as a soda can!
“You see something you like, boy?” he said as he continued his sit-ups.
Shit, he caught me. “No, Gunny!” he stopped in the up position. He seems unpleased.
“What have I told you about lying to me, boy?”
Shit, I think to myself. “I mean… yes, Gunny.”
He looks me dead in the eyes and grabs my chin with his hand. “That is the second time you have lied to me. Make it the last lie you ever tell me. That’s an order. You hear me, boy?” he said in a calm but stern voice.
“Yes, Gunny,” I said subserviently.
“I will never judge you for wanting what you want, boy. I know I can be hard on you and it will get much harder, trust me. You will get your beatings of course and I will give them to you swiftly. I’ll never tell you to keep your eyes to yourself but you can never lie to me again do you hear me?”
He let go of my chin and patted me on the cheek twice. “Good, boy. Now let’s go for that run. You will keep up with me, you hear me? Step for step. That’s an order.” I nodded. “We are gonna do a cool two miles. Step for step, right, boy?”
“Step for step, Gunny.” I felt a tingling feeling in my legs, core, and back. “Hey, Gunny, what you just said—did… did that change me?
He put me under his arm again and I can smell his armpits and feel his sweat drench my shoulder. “Yes, boy. I will help mold you to where you wanna be where I know you can be, and most importantly where I want you to be.”
“Where you want me to be, Gunny?” For the first time, it seemed like Gunny didn’t know what to say as he looked down at me under his arm. “It’s okay, Gunny. We can take this slow. This is all new to me too.” I could see the sigh of relief in his eyes.
He patted me on the cheek again. “Good boy. Now, shirts off. You’ve earned a little bit of eye candy. Maybe it will help you keep up.” I watched Gunny take off his shirt. His dark hair shinning from the sweat, watching beads from his chest down his abs.
God, what I would do to lick him clean right now. “Thank you, Gunny. It definitely helps.”
Gunny smiled. “Yours too, boy. You’re not the only one who wants something nice to look at.” I peeled my shirt off my body, exposing a subtle 4 pack.
“That’s my good boy. Now keep up!” Gunny ran out the driveway with a smile. I watched his back and ass muscles react to his demands as I bolted after him.
About a mile in, we started playing around with each other—gently nudging each other, me passing him, him passing me back, that kind of thing. We were laughing as we kept up an 11-minute mile pace.
We got back to Gunny’s house and he waved as he broke off. “Go home and stretch to cool down, then get to work, boy. Put on some speed for your last mile. Be back here at 18:00. If I’m not home let yourself in!”
“Yes, Gunny!” I yelled back as I pushed myself to pick up the pace.
I got home and did as Gunny instructed. After my cool-down stretch I passed the mirror and saw my faint 4 pack. “Thanks, Gunny,” I said quietly to myself. I took a shower and scrubbed down, letting the water hit my body as I closed my eyes and thought about Gunny running next to me. My now cut 2-incher sprang to life. “All right you, that’s enough, calm down,” I thought to myself. Wait, am I gay?
I got out of the shower and dried off. I turned around quickly. “Gunny?” I took a look around and there was no one there, but I could smell something that almost smelled like Gunny’s musk. I lifted up my arms and took a deep whiff. I smelled like him more than I did yesterday.
I closed my eyes and started to think about what had happened today, and in particular about seeing Gunny’s soft 10 inches and his stunning, hairy body. My cock started to shoot cum without my even touching it.
I said quietly out loud, “I’m gay… gay for Gunny…”
My phone went off. 07:00—time for work.
I put on some raggedy old clothes, baggy on me now but comfortable, and pack up my laptop just in case. I was on call tonight anyway and made my way to Gunny’s. I get to his house at about 17:30 and let myself in like he said. I decided to take a walk around since I’m not trashed. The laundry room was right there to my left when I walked in and the bathroom across the hall where, Gunny put me back in regs. I Continued walking down the hall to the living room where I slept the night before and put my laptop down. I moved to the door at the end of the hall and opened it. It was, Gunny’s bedroom nothing much there either, a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room with two end tables with lamps. A dresser at the foot of the bed with a small tv sitting on top of it. The bed was made and everything was where it should be. “I haven’t seen a bedroom like this in a while,” I thought to myself. I saw Gunny’s laundry basket and decided to walk over and open it. Gunny’s PT gear was right on top. I couldn’t help myself and picked it up to put it to my face. “God, Gunny, how did you smell so good.” I put my face in where, Gunny’s crotch would go and breathed in deeply. The PT shorts were still damp from this morning’s workout.
I was still smelling Gunny’s shorts when I heard his truck pull up. I quickly put everything back exactly as it was. As Gunny was walking in the door I was facing the bedroom door silently closing it behind me and turned around to, Gunny staring at me.
“What you doing, boy?” As he stood in the doorway wearing the same outfit I saw him at the bar while closing the door behind him without breaking eye contact with me.
I froze in my tracks and the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “I don’t want to lie to you, Gunny, I just don’t know if I’m ready yet. Give me some time, Gunny?”
Gunny just nodded as he takes off his vest and boots. “All right, boy, in your own time.” He walked to the laundry room and got down to his boxers.
I walked to the living room and took off my shoes as Gunny grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. “Hey, Gunny, you mind if I get comfortable?”
“I prefer it, boy.”
I nodded and took off my shirt in one swift motion. I noticed Gunny staring at me. “You see something you like, Gunny, or just admiring your handiwork?” I watched the monster in his boxers stir a little and he gave me a once over. I had already started to take my pants off by the time he responded.
“Little bit of both, boy. How’s that bruise on your side, boy?” he asked as he sipped his beer.
My mouth went completely dry. I finished taking off my pants and folded them and my shirt and put them on the end table.
“It’s all right. Hey, Gunny, why don’t I cook us up some grub.”
“Sounds good, boy.”
I walked to the kitchen and look through the fridge to see what Gunny had to work with. He sat on the side of the couch closest to the dining room, allowing him to see the whole kitchen. He spread his right arm over the back of the sofa and rested his beer on the armrest. I decided to make some grilled chicken and rice. Getting what I needed out of the fridge and putting it on the counter, I realized Gunny hadn’t turned on the TV and I turned to look at him. He was just there staring at me sipping his beer. I got the impression that he hadn’t let his eyes leave my body since I started.
“Hey, Gunny, how’s your beer?”
“Almost out. Why, you wanna bring me another one?”
“Yeah, Gunny, I do.”
“You tryin’ to get me drunk, boy?”
“Maybe it’ll make it easier.”
“Easier for who, boy?”
“Then you’re gonna need something stronger than a few beers, boy. Cabinet above the stove.”
I grabbed the only bottle in there and read: “Bulleit barrel strength straight bourbon whiskey.”
“Make it a triple and bring the bottle.”
I poured his drink and walked it over and put the bottle down, grabbing his empty beer bottle. Gunny leaned forward and placed his free hand on my faint 4-pack. It caused every hair in my body to stand on end. He quickly pulled his hand away as if he got an electric shock. I handed him the glass.
“You okay, Gunny?”
“This is for you,” he said, as he downed the full glass. I pour him another triple and he raised one eyebrow at me. “Boy, I haven’t been drunk around you yet. I’m not sure you are ready for that.” I just stood there and stared at him and nodded to the glass. “Remember you did this, boy,” he added as he took the glass and raised it in the air and drinks it down.
I poured him another triple and walked away as he was shaking his head and started dinner. He quickly recovered and laid back into the couch, resting the glass on the armrest. I started to cook dinner as we each pondered where this night would lead. I heard the bottle pop open again as I started plating. I set the table and nodded for Gunny to come sit.
He grabbed his glass but left the bottle. He stumbled a little as he took the four steps to the table and set his glass down. I brought both our plates out and set the bigger portion in front of him. Gunny put his arms on the table and surrounded his plate with his arms and nodded his head to the cabinet where I got the glass and the bottle.
Gunny slurred a bit, “Get another glass and the bottle, boy.”
I got up and did as I was told. I handed him the bottle.
He opened it and poured a triple and put it in front of me. I looked at him and I could see in his eyes he wanted to say something but was working up the nerve. The tension in the room was strong as I downed the glass. He poured another triple and capped the bottle.
We ate our meals in silence, not looking up from our plates. We both finished dinner and I cleared the plates from the table. Gunny filled up our glasses again to doubles.
“A’right, boy, I’m trashed. What were you doing in my room?”
I looked at my glass, fully aware that I was already drunk, and downed it. “I was in your laundry basket and put your dirty PT shorts on my face so I could smell your musk,” I slurred and waited for a response.
“I see,” was all, Gunny was able to get out.
“Gunny, I went home today and showered and I thought about our work out and you shaving me and I came without touching myself. I’m not gay, Gunny, but I think I’m gay for you and I love the control you have over every part of me.”
Gunny looked at his glass and downed it and nodded to the bottle. I poured us both another.
“You have to know that I didn’t tell you to be gay for me,” he slurred.
“I know, Gunny, but your musk, the gravelly power of your voice, the heat of your body, the depth of your eyes I can’t help but fall for you. You have given me purpose, the stability and discipline you give my life is intoxicating.” I sighed and finished my drink. “I would take a bullet for you, Gunny and not think twice, I think I lo…”
He put his hand over my face. “Don’t, we’re drunk. I enjoy the power that I have over you, a lot more than I should.”
“Gunny, I get out of the shower and I swear I can smell you. I swear I’m starting to smell like you. I want to be claimed by you. I don’t even know what that means but I want it.”
“Are you sure you are ready to commit to me? Don’t answer now. I just wanna tell you what that means.” He finishes his drink. “You will be mine to do as I please. You won’t be some mindless drone—you’ll still be you, but you will be mine in every sense of the word. You’ll act like me, talk like me, even smell like me, and eventually, I’ll make you the perfect…” He took a long pause. “You will be my perfect mate, in every way.”
My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest and I just stared into his beautiful crystal blue eyes. I was speechless. After a long pause and a few awkward moments I murmured, “I understand, Gunny.”
Gunny stood up, walked to the bedroom and got naked as I sat at the table thinking about what just happened. All the sudden I heard Gunny whistle and I knew instinctively he wanted me naked in his bed. I got up and wobbled to Gunny’s bedroom. I took off my skivvies and climbed into bed with him. Fearfully I pushed my back up against him, unaware what was to come but knowing I wanted to be closer to him.
Gunny whispered in my ear, “It won’t happen tonight, boy, don’t worry.” The he rolled on to his back.
I rolled over and laid my head on his mountain of a chest, hearing every beat of his heart, every breath he took. He put his powerful arm under my neck, wrapping his arm around my back and places the other one behind his head as I ran my hand through his thick dark chest hair. Exploring the forest on his abs, not daring to go below the waist. I could smell the hard day he had from under his arm and I must have stopped rubbing him because he turned to look at me.
“What’s wrong, boy?”
“I… I can smell you, Gunny. It’s… It’s strong.”
He turned to head back and closed his eyes. “Does that bother you, boy?”
“Not at all, but… I’m scared, Gunny, I’m scared to finish that sentence, Gunny.”
He rubbed my back with his arm. “Let’s add a rule, boy. No secrets and no more hesitation about telling me how you’re feeling. I’ll never punish you for how you feel, boy.”
“It makes me want more. I just wanna bury my face in your pits, and…” I hesitated, thinking about Gunny’s new rule. “… taste them.”
Gunny just opened his one eye and looked at me and put a crooked smile on his face. “You’re gonna be a little dirty pig, aren’tcha you, boy?”
“I don’t know, Gunny. I’ve never felt like this and I definitely never wanted to do that to anyone before.”
“It’s okay, boy… I am. Go ahead an’ enjoy yourself but not too much. It’s late and we have an early day tomorrow.”
I buried my face in his moist pit and inhaled deeply as my hand squeezed his immovable pec. He smelled so good, if raw power and masculinity had a smell this is what it would smell like. I stuck my tongue out and licked from his side to his arm, tasting what a real man tastes like for the first time, desperately trying to squeeze his rock-hard pec. Gunny just grunted in pleasure. I put my head back on his chest and started rubbing his chest and abs as I drifted off to sleep.
I looked down at the boy laying on me, snoring away without a care in the world. Fuck! I think to myself as I take my free hand and rub it down my face hard, not wanting to let go of my boy. Geez. “My boy”? Shit, I’m in trouble. How did this happen? It’s been two fucking days. Two days!
I thought back to that workout watching my boy change right in front of me. God I could have taken him right there. The control that I have over him I have never had anyone give to me so fully and so quickly. How could someone give himself up to someone else like that so willingly, especially after such a short time?
Could this boy be the one? Will he let me push him to where I want him…? Will he do what the others before him refused to do? I hadn’t really used my powers on him, at least not to the fullest. Changing his physical appearance was easy, but what about the rest of it? Will I need to force him to do the things that others wouldn’t? If I do… what would be the repercussions of that? Will there be any? I had so many unanswered questions.
I looked over at the clock. Shit, it’s 0100. I decided that as t was now Monday I would send him on his way in the morning and tell him to work out during the week on his own and come back to my place on Friday to see how we do apart for the week. It’s only been two days. How hard could it be. We couldn’t be that connected. Could we be?
I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in, with Gunny’s arm around me and me laying on his chest. I started to run my hands over his powerful, hairy body. All of a sudden, Gunny woke up and in a flash, he was straddling me with the back of his Bowie knife along his forearm and the blade pressed firmly against my throat. I could feel the cold steel puncture my skin, and a drop of blood fall down my neck. He stayed there for a minute while I looked up at him in amazement.
“If it will make you happy, Gunny,” was all I could say.
Gunny just looked at me with surprise. “I could have killed you, boy.”
I quickly replied, “You could have, but you wouldn’t.”
“You aren’t ever gonna tell me no or stop me from doing what I want to you are you?”
“No.” It was just the truth.
He turned to look at the clock (it said 0430), the cold steel still pressed to my throat, and looked back at me… The expression on his face told me his mind was made up. About what I don’t know, but it was very clear that whatever internal debate he’d been having with himself was now put to rest.
Gunny leaned down, putting his free hand on my head, and kissed me passionately. I could feel his tongue in my mouth so I did the same. This was the first time I kissed a guy and I felt his morning stubble against my face. I put a hand on his smooth head and the other on his back, feeling all the peeks and valleys of his back.
He broke the kiss and slowly removed the blade from my throat. “Damn, boy,” he said as he pulled away. He put the knife back under his pillow and sat on the edge of the bed.
I got on my knees behind him and wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear. “That was my first time, Gunny.”
Gunny chuckled. “Your first time kissing a dude and you had a knife to your throat. That’s something you won’t soon forget, is it.”
“I didn’t care about the knife, Gunny. I knew you would never hurt me—at least permanently. I just cared about your lips on mine.”
Gunny got up and put his boxers on. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or if you’re fucking with me, boy.”
“I meant what I said last night, Gunny. I didn’t say those things because I didn’t mean them, I said them because I needed to say them… to you.”
Gunny put both hands on his face and then dropped them to his side. “I not sure how much longer I can hold back, boy. If we keep doing this there is going to be no turning back. You will never be able to walk away from me. You will never be able to survive on your own again.”
I look at him dead in the eyes. “Oh no…” I said in the most sarcastic voice I had.
He just smiled at me. “Boy…” His face turned serious. “Listen, boy, it’s Monday. I want you to go back to your apartment. We are going to skip our workouts today and the rest of the week. In fact, I don’t want us to talk or see each other all week.”
Gunny put his hand over my mouth. “You will go back to your old life this week. You will think of me and everything that we have done together. You will ask yourself if this is what you really want for the rest of your life because there is no CTRL + Z. No freedom no choice at all, not in what you eat, drink, do or think. You at this moment have more freedom then I would give you if we continued this. If you say yes to all of these things then you will sell everything you don’t need—car, furniture, anything at all. Anything that you can’t sell you will throw away. Whatever is left you’ll put in boxes and bring them over by 1800 hours on Friday. If you come back you will belong to me in every way, mind, body, and soul. There will be nothing else left that would be yours. It will all belong to me. Most of all, you. You would belong to me.”
I got dressed and pulled my laptop bag over my shoulder. I opened the door and turned around to look at Gunny. He was standing there with his arms folded over his chest in loose-fitting blue striped boxers. The golden sunlight coming in from the windows just kissing his skin making him look like he was sent from the heavens. I walked out with my head down and slowly walked home.
I thought about what Gunny had said. Was I ready for that was I ready to give up all that had for him? Was I ready to devote my life to him and only him? Did he really mean what he said? No freedom? No choice, just his will?
Before I knew it, I was at the house. I must have lost track of time because it was just after 0630. I sat on the couch and opened my laptop and started work early. Then it was 1700. I had been on autopilot the whole day. I decided to call it quits and close my laptop. I walked to the kitchen and open the fridge and grabbed a slice of leftover pizza and a cold beer. I stood in the kitchen while my mind went back to what Gunny had told me, thinking about the choice I had to make soon.
I had finished the pizza and downed the last few sips of the beer and decided that I would take a shower. I walked to the bathroom and stripped my clothes off. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror looking at my faint four-pack. I put my hands on my stomach. I could still smell Gunny. “Damn it, Gunny,” I murmured appreciatively. I hopped in the shower and cleaned my body and though I hoped to clear my head, too, it didn’t work. I turned the water off and dried myself with a big towel. Walking to the bedroom with the towel around my waist I checked the clock. 2100. I decided to go to bed, but my mind was mind racing. Finally, I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning at 0700 and again went through the day on autopilot. It was just after 1600 when I closed my laptop and sat there in silence for a minute. “Fuck it.” I opened my laptop and put my car up for sale and anything else I didn’t need. I sent an email to my landlord saying that I was moving out Friday and that he could keep the deposit and could stop by at any time during the week to do the inspection. I also sent an email to my employer asking for the next week off, which was approved.
The rest of the week flew by as people were picking up all the items that I put up for sale. I listed them for incredibly cheap to get rid of them. By Friday I was left with 3 boxes of clothes and just my laptop and book bag. I picked up the 3 boxes and put on the backpack and, leaving the key on the counter, I walked out, closing the door behind me.
I walked to Gunny’s carrying everything I had left in the world. I made it to his house in no time, walking in the door just before 1800. I went to the bedroom and opened a few drawers in the dresser to see if there was space for my stuff. To my surprise three drawers on one side were empty. Did Gunny clean these out for me? I put away all my things and hung my book back up behind the door.
I sat on the couch in silence. It was 1830. Where was Gunny? Was he not coming back? Was he joking when I left that day?
It was 1900 by the time I heard his truck pull up the driveway. I got up and stood in the hallway, nervous about what he would say. Gunny walked in, his head down and his fitted cap on his head, and closed the door behind him. He put his hand on the brim of his hat and looked up and stilled as he saw me.
We stood there staring at each other, frozen in place.
“You’re late,” I said. A few minutes went by. I couldn’t take it. “Please say somethin’, Gunny.”
He took his hat and vest off and started to walk towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. I could feel the dampness of his shirt start to soak mine. “I was worried enough you wouldn’t be here when I got home that I had to work up some courage. I am so happy you chose me, boy.”
“I couldn’t think of anything else in the world I wanted more, Gunny.”
“Good boy,” he said as he let me go.
“Gunny, just one question.”
Gunny looked up me confused. “What’s that, boy?”
“When do we start… you know?”
“Fucking?” he said plainly, eyes glinting. “You are a horny li’l boy, aren’t you?”
“Well, kinda. Gunny, when do I start serving you? When do I lose my freedom?”
“Did you do everything that I told you to do, boy?”
“Of course, Gunny.”
“Then you lost it the moment you walked through that door. You’re in for a wild 8-second ride, boy. In the blink of an eye a lot is gonna change for you.”
Before I could say anything, Gunny had pushed me down on my knees in front of him.
“Look at me, boy, that’s an order,” as he crouched down, eyes fixed on mine. “Your cock is now a solid 7 inches soft and uncut. You’re about as hairy as me and now have the same Southern accent I do. Let’s drop your voice down 2 octaves too, you kinda sound like a bitch I used to fuck when you get excited. You have a solid six pack and the chest, arms, and legs to match. The only time you will ever cum again is when I’m cummin’ inside your ass or with my permission.”
I interrupted him. “Oh god, Gunny I don’t know if I’m read—” Just then I felt my whole body start changing and I collapsed on the floor while Gunny crouched there over me, watching me change and smiling the whole time.
“I’m not done yet, boy,” he said, and there was steel in his voice. “When we do anything in public you will act as if we are best buds and nothing more. People will see us as two alpha males, but only you and I will ever know the truth about the nasty dirty bitch you are for me. You will be able to take my cock in your mouth and down your throat without gagging, or suffocating while taking one mean face pounding.” He put his hand on my head and started to stroke it. “When you taste my sweat it will give you a kind of high, dilating your pupils and loosening that hole of yours for my cock. You will just be another dumb country boy who enjoys hard manual labor, country music, big trucks, and most of all my cock. Those are orders, boy.”
A few minutes go by and I get back to my knees feeling myself all over. “Did it…” I heard my voice and stopped.
“Yes, boy, it worked,” he said, as he gave me a love tap on my face. He stood up, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah, and one more thing. You will smell like me. It won’t have the same effects, but it will let others know you have been claimed. That’s the last order for now. Consider that my gift to you—I know you wanted it. Now, boy, how do you feel?”
“Heavy, Gunny,” I said as I try to get up.
Gunny just pushed me back to my knees. “That’s the new muscle you just put on. Looks like your shirt ripped, boy, so why don’t you take that off and let me see my handiwork.”
I crossed my arms in front of me, hearing the fabric on my back and arms rip, and pulled my shirt off. I looked down at myself and just like Gunny said I was now as hairy as he was. The hair got darker where my now well-defined six-pack made valleys on my stomach. My chest looked like someone placed two boulders under my skin that connected to two bowling balls for shoulders. My biceps, lats, and traps all looked thick and perfectly proportional to the rest of me. Not nearly as big as Gunny, but definitely more than most men.
I looked up at Gunny while my hands still explored this new body. “Is that better, Gunny?”
“I did all this to you and the only thing you care about is my approval? You are a piece of work, boy. And yes, that’s better.” He put his hands on his hips and he looked like a god in worn work jeans and a sweat-soaked shirt. “Now how ‘bout you show me how thankful you are, boy?” he said as he nodded his head down to his cock.
“I’ve never done that, Gunny,” I admitted.
Gunny took off his shirt and threw it to the floor. I instinctively ran my hands through his still damp body hair. Gunny just smiled. “You seen how women do it right? So what do you think you should do, boy?”
I took my hand and undid the button on his jeans, drawing the zipper down with it. My hands started to shake as I pulled down Gunny’s boxers and jeans. I reached out and grabbed 10 inches of uncut pure masculine cock. It was still soft. I grabbed it somewhere in the middle and started to stroke it while my other hand played with his balls. Gunny’s balls were huge, too, they looked like baseballs and hung partway down his thighs.
I put my mouth at the base of his cock and I wasn’t ready for what happened next. It was a hot day today in the high 90s and Gunny’s whole body was covered in sweat. I could feel my body loosening up and my muscles relaxing. “God, you taste so good, Gunny,” I said. His thick bush had captured all his sweat from the day and had put me in heaven. I went to the end of his thick shaft and started to play with the foreskin, rolling my tongue around inside just grazing the tip of his cock.
“Fuck yeah, boy you’re a natural,” he said, grunting in pleasure. Gunny’s cock started to grow in my mouth as he threw his head back and put his thick hand behind my head. “That’s it, boy.”
I slowly pulled Gunny’s foreskin back putting his head in my mouth. God! He tasted so good. But he just kept growing. His head was starting to get too big to be in my mouth and it showed no signs of stopping.
I pulled it out of my mouth. “I don’t know if I can do this, Gunny. It’s just not gonna fit.”
He just looked down at me took his free hand and moved his cock back into my mouth and applied steady pressure to the back of my head. I tried to pull back but it was no use. I felt his cock continue to grow. My jaw started to hurt but it felt good. I wanted more. I looked up at Gunny while he watched me smiling. I wasn’t even halfway down the shaft when he applied more pressure and, feeling his cock sliding down the back of my throat, I sensed my jaw unhinging for his massive member. Putting my hand to my neck, I could feel his cockhead sliding down and making my neck bulge.
“Goddamit, boy, that’s one hell of a mouth you have,” he said through his grunts.
He started getting more aggressive and shoved in down to the base. I started to panic a little bit.
Gunny looked down. “Relax, boy…”
I did as he said, which made it easier to accommodate his cock.
“See, boy, I told ya’ you would be fine. Now, are you ready? Because I don’t think I can keep this in anymore,” he asked as he looked at my face.
Before I had time to react, Gunny had started pulling out his cock about halfway and started to push it back in. I stuck my tongue out so that I could lick his balls and shaft while he slid his cock in and out of my throat. When he pushed his cock all the way in I could taste his sweat and I just wanted more and more of it. I wanted him deeper inside of me.
I picked up the pace, wanting more and more of him. I started swallowing continuously making my throat milk his cock. I wanted more—no, I needed more. I started throwing myself down to the base of his cock faster and faster. Gunny stumbled back from the pleasure and sheer force that I was using to throw him farther into me, he had to brace himself on the wall behind him. He was no longer speaking, just grunting like an animal. I felt his balls start to climb up my chin and I knew he was getting close.
I picked up the pace pulling the head of his cock to the tip of my throat and then forcefully pushing it past it. I wrapped my hands around him and grabbed his ass for more leverage. He put his back against the wall and put his hand on the back of my head and started to face fuck me hard. I swallowed faster and he finally pulled me in close.
“Agggg fuuuucccckkkkk,” he said as between grunts.
I could feel his seed flow from the base of his cock down into me. It left his cock with such power. He shot 10 good shots, each more powerful than the last. It took three solid minutes before I couldn’t feel his monster draining into me and another minute or so ‘til he let my head go.
I decided to clean him off, not that there was much to clean. He shot every shot clear down into me. I could taste his cum, and god, it tasted so good. It was a little salty and very bitter but boy did I love it.
I looked up at my Gunny and he had a light sweat going.
“That was a hell of a blow job for your first one, fuck, boy. You even cleaned up after yourself.”
I looked at his cock. He was still hard… it must have been 13” and covered in veins. I took it back into my mouth and stuck my tongue back into his foreskin and got the last bit of nectar his cock had to offer. “How was that, Gunny?” I asked when I was done.
“Goddamit, boy, that was amazing… and just think that’s only the beginning.” He pulled his pants back up and walked to the laundry room.
After a few minutes he came back out in just his boxers and sat on the couch and turned on the TV. I went to the fridge and grabbed him a cold beer. I handed it to him and he patted the spot next to him. I sat down and cuddled up on him as he put his arm around me and I rubbed his chest.
“That was pretty aggressive, Gunny, but not bad. You made it sound much worse.”
Gunny turned his head and looked at me. “Boy, you woke up on Monday with my Bowie at your throat. Do you really think that was me unleashed? You have a lot to learn, so don’t be getting big for your britches, boy.”
I looked at him and he had the most serious look on his face. His piercing blue eyes reaching my soul. “It’s okay, boy. I can teach you as long as you trust me. Trust me?”
“With my life, Gunny.”
We watched tv for a while and I got up a few times to get him another beer. When the episode ended I turned to Gunny. “Hey, Gunny, remember those rules you told me about hesitation and lying… do they apply to you too?”
Gunny looked at me with a curious look. “Yeah… Why, boy?”
“Because I have questions, Gunny.”
Gunny turned off the tv and looks at me and finished his beer. “Get me a fresh one and you can ask your questions.”
I got up and get a fresh beer and sat back down. “So, tell me how old you are?”
“Really? With all that’s happened to you, that’s the first thing you ask?” he said with a laugh.
“Well, I figured I’d start easy and get harder as we go.”
“I’m 29,” he said as he sipped his beer.
“But you’re bald.”
“By choice, boy. Next question.”
“What were you thinking about last night after I fell asleep?”
“How did you know I was up?”
“Were you not up?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So you’re stalling.” I give the mountain next to me a solid punch in the shoulder.
Gunny just laughed. “Fair enough, boy.” And takes a few swigs of his beer. “I was thinking about us.”
I could see that, Gunny was starting to get uncomfortable. “You gonna make me ask, what about us?”
“I was thinking that I’m in trouble.”
“Because, boy, I’m starting to feel things. I have never had someone give themselves up so willingly to me even after I injected them with my serum. You took it like a fish to water. Grab me another beer.”
I did so. “What are you feeling, Gunny?”
“I feel like you may be my match, boy.”
I froze. Did Gunny just say what I think he said? Was it true? Was Gunny feeling the same thing I was feeling?
“What would you say if I told you that I was feeling the same and I thought I was crazy because we haven’t known each other that long?”
Gunny just stopped and looked at me.
“Gunny, I have a feeling that you are sexually into things that most people would not be into. What if I told you that I would never say no? I appreciate what you did for me physically and using… let’s call it ‘influence’ over me. What if I told you that I would have done it anyway?” Jokingly, I added, “Also, for the record, I don’t think I ever came off as gay, but I am digging the accent and a deeper voice.”
“You would be right, boy. I am, and did I say anything to make you more receptive to what I want you to do?”
I thought back slowly. “No.”
He just raised his beer and took a sip.
“What would you say if I asked you to do your worst. To do the things with me that you have never been able to do with anyone else? The things you dream of doing but never could?”
“I would say that you don’t know what you’re asking for, boy.”
“Test me, Gunny.”
Gunny just laughed and finished his beer and puts the empty bottle on the end table.
I punched him hard in the chest and with the most serious face, I looked at him. “I mean it, Gunny let’s find out how far we can go. Push me to my limits.”
Gunny was taken back that I struck him that hard. “You have no idea what you’re doing, boy, or what you’re asking me to do.”
“You’re right, Gunny,” I said, “but I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that you will never do anything to permanently harm me. Scare me, maybe, but wounds heal.”
Gunny stood up and faced me. “Are you sure ‘bout this? You know I can make it easier for you?”
“No need, Gunny. I’m ready.”
Gunny took his cock out his boxers. “Put the tip in your mouth, boy, and don’t spill a drop.”
I did as he said and all of a sudden I could feel Gunny pissing into my mouth. I started swallowing furiously keeping up with his thick stream. From all the beer he drank he must have pissed for a solid two minutes. My 7 inches got rock hard instantly, which to it to a nice veiny 10”. Gunny’s piss was bitter and acidic but if I’m being honest I loved the taste. It kinda tasted like he smelled and I think I liked it because it was so potent and powerful. I looked up and I could see him watching me intently.
The stream stopped and then a few quick bursts before he was done and I pushed my tongue in his foreskin making sure he was clean. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and sat back down on the couch still staring at me. I decided to turn and straddle him so we were looking at each other eyes.
“Told ya,” he said as he tried to get up.
I pushed him back down with both hands, leaning in next to his ear, and started to nibble and lick it. “Loved it. What else you got, Gunny?”
He just leaned his head back and spoke softly. “Oh you’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”
I whispered in his ear again. “We’ll see, won’t we, Gunny.” I started kissing his neck while my hands explored his body. “How are you with pain, Gunny? I have always wanted to do something but no one has ever let me.”
Gunny looked at me curiously. “After what you just did, I can handle anything you throw at me, boy.”
I go back to kissing Gunny’s neck as he leaned back and moaned. I opened my mouth and bit his lower trap hard as I wrapped my hands around him. He leaned forward from the shock and my hands started exploring his back and clamped down harder. I started to taste a bit of iron in my mouth. I could feel Gunny’s monster come to life under me as he growled softly. My nails started to dig into his back as I scraped them along.
Gunny got up slowly and I wrapped my legs around him as he stood up.
“Oh, this is how you wanna play, boy? I have something for you.” He slammed my back into the wall pressing his body against mine. My teeth let go and I flung my head back.
We looked deep into each other’s eyes. I can see drops of blood dripping on his chest. I put my hand on the back of his head and kissed him passionately.
I put my lips close to his ear. “Thank you, Gunny.”
He put me down and looked at his shoulder. He took his finger and wiped up the blood and licked it clean. “You are gonna be my own personal brand of trouble aren’t ya.”
“Was that too far, Gunny?”
He turned me around and pointed to the wall he threw me up against. “I don’t think so, I think it’s just right.” The wall had a hole in it the size of my back clearly exposing the studs. “Good thing I’m in construction.” He eyed me a moment. “Come with me, boy. I wanna show you something.” He held out his hand and I placed mine in his, watching him smile.
He led me to the laundry room, which had another door that had a padlock on it. He took the padlock off.
“You ready, boy?”
I nodded and he led me down a set of stairs to his basement. We reached the bottom of the stairs and he flicked the light switch on. I looked around and there was some gym equipment and a few mats on the floor like a boxing ring.
“I don’t understand, Gunny, why the lock?”
He just smiled and pointed. “Look over there, boy.”
I followed his finger and walked over as he crossed his arms over his chest. There was leather everywhere, and a bed surrounded by a ton of things hanging on the walls that I don’t even recognize. A table was loaded with more of the same.
Gunny came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered, “You scared now?”
I just shook my head. “Confused but not scared, I don’t know what most of these things are.”
“Let’s just say they’re things that I want us to use together.”
“These things look new, Gunny, most of these aren’t even open.”
“You are the first person I have ever brought down here.”
I turned around quickly. “Really, Gunny? You wouldn’t lie to me to get into my boxers would ya?”
“Somehow I don’t think I need to do anything to get into your boxers. And yes, I’m hoping that you will be the last too.”
I smiled at him and ran and jumped in his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He fell to the floor and we just laughed. I kissed him passionately.
“Say, Gunny, could you teach me how to fight? I never learned—the Corps really doesn’t teach communications people. Now that I have the body for it, who knows, I may need to defend my manhood.”
Gunny gave me a devilish grin. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, boy, that’s what I am here for,” he said as he turned into a double biceps flex. “But I would love to show you how.”
Gunny flipped me over on my back. “How the hell did you do that? You were on your back.”
“Lots of sparring practice, boy.”
“Should I be jealous, Gunny?”
He just gave me a smile and ran his hands up my sides and arms. He grabbed my wrists and put them over my head and started kissing my chest and neck.
He whispered. “You would be my first. This may be hard to believe but I have…”, Gunny let go and stood up. “I have never been with another dude.” Gunny offered me a hand up. “That blow job you gave me was the first time I have done anything with a dude.”
“What? Really, Gunny?”
“When was the last time you had sex?” I looked at him perplexed.
“Over two years. The night that I met you was the first time that I have gone out in six months. And I had only been with women.”
“Wait—so I was the first guy that you injected with that stuff?”
Gunny looked me in the eyes. “Yes.”
“What made you take me back to your house?”
“Honestly? I have no idea. It… it just felt like the right thing to do.” He smiled. “It’s getting late, boy. Let’s head to bed.”
He started to walk towards the stairs and I ran to catch up to him, grabbing his hand. He stopped, looked at my hand, and pulled it to his lips, kissing it.
We got to the bedroom and hopped into bed.
“Boy, don’t you think we are going a bit fast?”
“I mean, if you use other ‘normal’ people, sure, but what about this is normal?”
“Fair point.” He leaned over and opened the drawer to his nightstand and pulled out his old dog tags. “Will you wear these for me, boy? I haven’t worn them since I left the corps.”
I got up to my knees and took them, then I walked to the dresser and took out my own dog tags. I took one of Gunny’s tags off his chain and one off mine and switched them.
“What you doing, boy?”
I put one pair in my hand hidden and held the other out as I walked back to bed. “I will, Gunny, but you have to put them on me.”
He smiled. “C’mere, boy.” He grabbed the pair of dog tags and put them around my necked and kissed me gently.
“But you need to wear these.” I presented the hidden tags in my hand.
He smiled and bowed his head. I put them around his neck.
He look at them and chuckled softly. “Perfect. Yer something else, boy you know that?” He leaned in and kissed me.
I leaned back and got comfortable.
“Hey where you going, boy?” he said, as he got up and hovered over me, kissing my neck.
I just smiled and wrapped my arms around him. Gripping his waist with my legs, I explored the deep curves of his back with my hands. I could feel his cock getting hard between my legs. I had forgotten how big he was and started to panic a little inside. “Hey, Gunny, I want you… I really do. But I have never had something up there, let alone something that big.”
“I know, boy. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow.”
“Um… unlike women I don’t think that hole is what someone would call wet.”
Gunny paused, thinking about what I had just said. “That’s a good idea, boy.”
I stared at Gunny confused.
“Okay, boy,” he said and leaned into my ear. “Let’s make that hole a little more accepting. From now on that hole of yours will lube itself and will always be clean and ready for my cock. That’s an order.”
I paused. “What wrong, boy?”
“Just… you call me your boy, Gunny.”
“Yes, I do, because you are. My boy.”
I kissed Gunny passionately and moved my hands to Gunny’s powerful chest. His hair was so soft it was like running my hands through clouds with mountains just under the surface. I followed the trail of his dark hair, feeling every inch of his beautiful eight-pack. “God, Gunny, I love your fur.” I grabbed on to his nipples and started tweaking them while our tongues danced in each other’s mouths.
“You ready, boy?” he asks as he positioned his monstrous 14-inch cock at my hole.
I grabbed him tighter with my legs, lifting my ass in the air. “Whatever you do, don’t stop… don’t slow down… and don’t worry about me. I can take whatever you throw at me, Gunny.” I said in a breathy voice.
“I don’t what to hurt you, boy.”
That wasn’t what I wanted him to say. I put my head on his smooth head and kissed him deeply, then I moved my left arm and punched him hard in the ribs. “That’s payback,” I said, and then I used my right arm and hit him harder. “That’s for being a bitch,” I explained. “If I wanted a bitch I would be with one…!” I felt his breath escape his body.
With a devilish grin, Gunny smiled. “Oh this is gonna be fun.” Gunny pulled back and thrust forward hard, pushing his cock to the base.
I let out a loud moan and bit his lat muscle, digging my nails in his back. He leaned his head back and let out a low guttural growl. Wrapping his arms around the back of my neck, he started pulling in and out of my once-virgin hole. I could feel his heavy cock going in and out with long deep thrust that went from tip to base. I swear I could feel his thick veins pulsing blood to his massive member. My cock wedged in the crevasse of our hard abs, leaking precum all over us and matting our hairy bodies.
Gunny sat up and grabbed my ankles. The light behind him dimly illuminated his body. His face was strong and beautiful with the sharpest jawline that would make diamonds jealous. His biceps were bulging, and his chest was heaving up and down. The light behind him revealed him in all his power as the god among men he was. Gunny started to pick up the pace like a jackhammer, hitting with more force with each thrust. I could see him starting to sweat as it dripped down his face and chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders and pulled myself off the bed, completely suspending myself in the air impaled on his thick cock. Bobbing up and down, his hands now on top of the headboard, gravity was pulling me down as he jacked me in the air with his hips pushing his cock deeper inside of me. God, he smelt wonderful. I licked all the sweat I could, making me dizzy and only wanting his cock harder and deeper inside of me. I could feel our sweat dripping all over my body.
“That’s right, Gunny, that’s your hole, fucking wreck it, Gunny. Give me that fucking seed,” I said trying to catch my breath.
“That’s right, boy. Whose fuck hole is that? Whose boy are you? Who do you belong to, boy?”
“Fuckkkkk, you, Gunny, ut’s your hole. That’s your fucking hole, Gunny, I belong to you, Gunny.”
“That’s right, boy. You ready to be my boy?”
“Fuckkkkkk, yes, Gunny make me your boy. Make me yours. Make me your breeding bitch.”
The sound of our dog tags clanking in midair, the sound of his balls slapping my ass. It was pure ecstasy.
Gunny moved one hand behind his head showing off his physical prowess holding us both up with just one arm. His armpit drenched in sweat. Oh god, the smell it was so potent. I couldn’t help myself I buried my face in his pit and breathed in deep.
“Fuck yes, boy, get high on my musk. Get high on my sweat.”
I started to lick his pit, getting every inch. God, all I wanted was his seed, his pleasure. He was the only thing that mattered at this moment.
“Look at me, boy.”
I didn’t want to leave this heavily place.
“I said look at me, boy!”
I broke away and stared deep into his eyes.
“Fuck, boy your pupils are like pinpricks. That’s my good fucking, boy! That’s right, boy I’m that only thing that matters. This hole is for my fucking pleasure you got that? You got that boy?!”
“Fuck yes gunny! Fucking pound that hole.”
“You ready to be my boy? You ready to take this seed?”
I dug my nails deep into his back, scratching him with every thrust into me. I moved to bite his chest, instantly breaking the skin, his sweat and blood mixing in my mouth. I squeezed my hole tighter around his cock, sending him over the edge, throwing his head back and growling like a wild animal.
“Fuck yes boy here it cums! Be my fuck good boy!”
I feel his cum jetting up his shaft and firing into my hole, volley after volley. I bit harder in the thralls of ecstasy and surrounded by his musk. My cock was spewing cum like a water faucet, covering both of our chests and abs. I moved my hand and grabbing as much as I could I started rubbing it all over his face and beard. Moving my hand to the back of his neck I threw my head back, exposing the mess I made between us.
Gunny looked down between us. “That’s fucking right, boy, you cum when I breed that hole. Spray that seed all over us!”
His last few shots of cum exited his cock. He sent me down gently on the bed and caressed my face and whispered, “That’s my good, boy. God. That’s a good, boy. Keep that seed inside you don’t let one drop slip out… That’s an order, boy.”
I let go of him and he lay on his back next to me, exposing the mess we made. I rolled over on top of him, unable to speak, and curled up into him closing my eyes. He enjoyed his post-orgasm high, putting his arm under my head and rubbing my back. I lay on his chest as we drifted off to sleep, my hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat and enjoying the mess we made together without a care in the world.