Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 23:27:11 -0400
From: SneakerBitch <stories@sneakerbitch.net>
Subject: Jason Bags A Marine - Part 1  (authoritarian)

This is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to real persons,
places or events is coincidental. All readers should be over the age
of 18, or the age of legal maturity in their society.


   Mike had been in the Marines for three years. He joined the USMC
immediately after high school, and now, he found himself volenteering
to attend a college information event at his old high school on behalf
of the Marines. Mike was extremely excited and enthusiastic about
being able to help other "misguided" students to find the Marines and
encourage them to join.

     The day of the event Mike meets hundreds of students, in batches
of about seventy-five at a time. Mike thought a lot of them had
potential for becoming Marines, but none stuck out as particularly
special. Most of the jocks of the school visited the event together.
When Mike saw the group of basketball players and football players
come in, most of them in uniform, he thought of how much potential
they all had physically, but what most of them probably lacked was
mental fortitude. He spoke with a lot of young men during the event,
mostly football jocks. The basketball players seemed to be less
interested in the military. There was one basketball player of note
that Mike met, Jason. Jason is a junior. He plays basketball, runs
track, swims on the school team and last year he was also on the
wrestling team. In addition to Jason's athletic abilities, his grades
are also superior and most people say he has the best personality in
his class. Mike thinks he is a nice, intelligent guy who would do well
in the Marines.

     Several more groups of students come and go after Mike meets
Jason. At the end of the day, Mike is alone in the gym, finishing up
breaking down his display table and packing everything away to leave.
Once everything was packed away, Mike sat down on the bleachers behind
where he had been standing all day. He pulled a pair of black Nike
basketball sneakers and a pair of low cut black socks out of his dark
olive bag, sitting them gently beside his booted feet. He reached down
and pulled the laces on each of his boots, untying them. He stretched
his feet and wiggled his toes, breaking the sweaty seal that had built
up between the socks, his boots and his feet. He grabbed each of his
boots by the heel and pull in the direction of his toes, removing
them. He then laid his boots on the bleachers behind him. He unrolled
his sweaty socks from his feet and shoved them down in the boot
shafts. He quickly put on the short socks and basketball sneakers,
lacing them, and tying them with the precision of combat boots. Mike
then stripped off his BDU jacket and threw it beside his boots.

     Mike grabs a basketball from a rack in the corner of the gym, and
dribbles it a few times, letting the sound of the ball hitting the
hard wood echo through the empty gym a few times. Mike shot the ball a
few times, he missed some, he got some. He was just as bad at
basketball as he remembered being in high school. As he was shooting
and cursing every miss, focused entirely on basketball, Jason opened
the gym door behind him. Jason realized that Mike was in the gym alone
before the large wooden door had a chance to slam. Jason caught the
door and closed it very gently, then crouched down to slip in to the
gym unnoticed. He slid in the opening below the bleachers and reached
up to grab the Marine's boots.

     Jason laid back in the darkness of the bleachers. He put one hand
in a boot, feeling the warm dampness still present from Mike's foot.
The other hand was busy holding the other boot over his nose. He
sprang a boner within moments, which he rubbed briskly with the boot
on his hand. He moaned as the pressure from the sole provided pleasure
to his bulging crotch. Between the euphoric strokes Jason didn't
notice that Mike had stopped playing basketball and was going back to
the bleachers to switch back to his boots. Mike noticed that his boots
were missing and also heard a bit of moaning from beneath the
bleachers, he reached under the bleachers and pulled Jason out. Jason
tried to run from Mike as soon as he was caught, but Mike pulled him
back and attempted to question him as to what he was doing.

     The seventeen year old basketball jock and the twenty-two year
old Marine fought for several minutes. No punches where thrown, just
attempts at varying holds. First Mike was on top, then Jason, then
Mike, going around for many rounds. Finally, Jason kicked under Mike's
legs, dropping him to the floor. Jason placed his knee on Mike's chest
and reached over to get Mike's dark green bag and began digging around
in it. Jason found exactly what he was looking for, a pair of
handcuffs and some rope. Jason quickly secured Mike's wrists into the
steel cuffs, and then dug around in his own gym bag to find his
jockstrap from practice to shove in Mike's mouth.

     Jason pulled Mike to his feet, grabbed his boots and his bag and
rushed him out to the parking lot behind the gym. Jason pushed Mike
across the parking lot until they reached Jason's truck. As soon as
Mike saw Jason lower the tailgate of the black truck, he knew his
fate. Jason pressed Mike to the tailgate, lifted his legs and then
slid him in. Jason jumped up with Mike to tie him to the bed of the
truck. Jason tied a web of rope to keep Mike from rolling anywhere, or
being able to wiggle out of the ropes. The bright green military issue
rope clung tightly to Mike's entire body. The rope around his ankles
quickly reminded him that he was missing the key component of his
uniform. Jason covered his victim with a blue tarp he had in his
truck. He hopped into his truck and drove home with his newly captured
Marine struggling in the back.

     When Jason arrived at home, he checked all around his house,
checking to see if anyone was around who might see him escorting a
kidnapped Marine into his house. Jason didn't expect his parents home
for several hours. Jason was nervous that he had captured a United
States Marine. He managed to make himself calm enough to finally
uncover Mike, and just as his did, the boner appeared through his
basketball shorts again. He adjusted his cock down one leg, so that it
wouldn't be as visible, but who was he hiding it from? There was no
one around, and its not like his bound victim would mind, right? He
untied Mike from the side of the truck first, and then untied his
bound ankles. He pulled him out of the truck and pushed him through
the front door and up the stairs to Jason's bedroom.

     Mike fought being forced into Jason's bedroom. He had no idea as
to the boy's intentions or desires. The resistance caused Jason to
become more aggressive with his pushes and more proactive in
maintaining the captivity of his captive. Jason shoved Mike into his
closet, then tied a rope to the handcuffs, pulling his arms above his
head and forcing Mike to stand on his toes. Jason closed the door to
the closet, leaving Mike completely in the dark.

     With Mike safely away in the closet, Jason laid on his bed with
Mike's boots. He closed his eyes and began licking on the boots,
picturing himself licking them while having his Marine stand over him.
Jason then let his mind wander to thinking about Mike in the
basketball shoes as he had seen him today. What an odd sight he
thought. Mike running around the court playing basketball, sweating in
his olive green t-shirt, dog tags, camo pants and black basketball
sneakers. Jason's erection grew stronger, making him feel as though
his cock were about to burst on the spot. Jason opened the closet door
and yanked the basketball shoes right off of Mike's feet with such a
passionate strength, that for a moment, Mike was oblivious to it
happening, although he felt a slight tickle as Jason also pulled his
socks off. Jason knew that Mike felt vulnerable, he could hear him
whimpering and begging into the jockstrap in his mouth.      Jason
returned to his lair on his bed, within sight of Mike. He pulled his
shorts down and let his cock be free. He placed Mike's still hot
basketball sneakers over his face, breathing in the smell of sweat,
and leather, and Mike. Jason rubbed his cock with his hand, and placed
one of Mike's boots near his cock. Jason stuck out his tongue and
rubbed the sole of Mike's basketball sneaker over it. He loved the
taste of the sole, but even more he loved the taste of the leather as
he let his tongue run across it, making it shine. Mike watched Jason
and reacted as though he were totally humiliated by having this jock
worshiping his sneakers and boots. Jason kept jerking his cock, making
it more plump, full of cum and getting closer to orgasm. Jason soon
got himself to the point of being ready to cum, making a lot of noise
with his moans of pleasure, to ensure that Mike would be watching. He
shot his load directly into Mike's boots, trying to throttle his
orgasm to get half of his load into each of the boots. Mike's face
turned to disgust, he thought to himself that he were happy that Jason
had waited until the boots weren't on his feet to do that.

     As soon as Jason could clean himself up using one of Mike's socks
he took the boots over to Mike and put them on his feet, pulling the
laces tight and tying the knots as strong as he could. As the cum
spread over Mike's still inclined feet, his face reacted in horror. He
was very unhappy and turning a little red in the face from the
embarrassment of having a high school jock's cum all over his feet.
Jason scurried off across the room, looking through some drawers until
he found what he was looking for. Two small locks with long shackles,
designed for luggage. Jason threaded the shackle through the top two
D-ring eyelets on Mike's boots, securing his boots to his feet. The
foreign feeling of having his boots locked on his feet caused him a
great amount of fear, which was apparent when he looked down and began
staring at the locks on his boots.

     Jason tied ropes around Mike's boots to hobble him, then he
released the cuffs from his wrists and pushed him to his bed. When
Mike hit the bed, he made an attempt to struggle as Jason tied ropes
around his massive biceps and flailing wrists. Jason tied his arms
apart, and then retied his ankles to mirror the same. Jason grabbed
the olive t-shirt that was so neatly tucked into the Marine's
trousers, pulled it out and ripped it straight up the middle,
separating it, exposing Mike's chest, abs and vulnerable nipples which
were rapidly becoming hard with the cool air of the room. Jason ran
the tips of his long fingers down the side of Mike's body, causing
Mike to quiver and shake. Jason looked down at his bound Marine. Mike
couldn't stand just being looked at like that, he laid perfectly still
for a moment before thrashing violently against the ropes, trying to
break free. The ropes held firm, tensing as Mike pulled, but never
giving in. Mike's trousers are unzipped and opened, revealing a small
peak at his briefs, with a small portion of the upper-right corner of
the USMC seal peaking out from the left leg. Mike seemed like he might
want to say something, this caused Jason to cautiously approach to
remove the jockstrap from Mike's mouth. When the gag was removed Mike
let all of his anger and frustration out, "What the fuck are you doing
to me? Let me the fuck up NOW!" Jason laughed at the futility of
Mike's verbal struggle. He looked him in the eyes, grabbed his nipples
and twisted as he informed him "I'll do whatever the fuck I want with
you, and you aren't getting loose until I'm ready to let you go". Mike
returned a glare with a scowl through his clenched teeth, trying to
not let the pain show. Jason punched the marine's hard abs, he
couldn't hold back, he let out a brief grunt of pain. Jason knew he
had him right where he wanted him; bound, on his bed with his most
sensitive parts of his body no longer protected by his uniform, and
his boots locked on.

     The room was quite cool, but Mike was very obviously sweating,
and wishing he were anywhere but on Jason's bed. During the moments
that Jason was gone to gather some supplies for his next planned task
for the bound Marine, Mike was left in the room to contemplate his
fate. He tried to lay comfortably on the bed to calm himself down, in
an attempt to get through the situation with his military dignity
still intact. He couldn't let this high school jock get to him. There
was no way for him to get calm, or comfortable. The bed felt like a
giant blanket of nails to his ego, he struggled and twisted and moved
himself to the greatest extent his restrained state would allow, which
wasn't very far. When Jason returned, he was carrying some things in a
plastic tray, preventing Mike from seeing what Jason gathered. The
tray was set across the room from Mike, on Jason's desk.

     The two guys were both exhibiting signs of being nervous. For the
first time since he captured Mike, Jason was beginning to think about
what he had done, he had just kidnapped a marine, and he was certain
that if Mike got free, he could kick his ass without a problem. Mike
didn't know what to expect. He hadn't been harmed by Jason, but he
didn't trust anyone who kept him bound. Jason convinced himself that
what he had done couldn't be reversed and the best thing he could do
is enjoy the situation. To break the silence and make himself feel
better, Jason asked "Hey Marine, are you ticklish?". Mike growled back
"hell no". Jason moved closer to Mike and pressed him "Are you sure
about that?" In a very strong masculine tone that sounded almost
believable, Mike responded "Yes!" Jason bent over Mike and ran his
fingers down his armpits. Mike twitched and suppressed all but a moan
of a giggle. Jason attacked again and again, until he finally
overpowered Mike's resistance and had him thrashing and laughing,
causing his muscular abs to expand and contract with a deep heaving
motion. Mike yelled out "dude, stop, I'm going to piss myself!" Jason
stopped and stood back, admiring Mike's struggling and his inability
to resist tickling. He found himself trying to hide his erection, but
decided to not worry about it anymore, after all, he had let Mike
watch him masturbate into his boots.

     Jason grabbed the box from his desk, sat in his chair and rolled
to Mike's side. From the box he pulled out shaving cream and a razor.
He sprayed the foam into his hand, and rubbed it on both of Mike's
armpits, as well as his pubic hair. Mike immediately objected. "What
the fuck are you doing? You can't do this to me! Wash this shit off of
me and let me go." Jason grabbed one of Mike's socks, balled it up and
shoved it into his mouth, warning him that if he spat it out, he would
shave his entire body and then tape the sock in place. Mike's face
went sour at the taste of his own sock, and had to fight his natural
reaction encouraging him to spit the sock out. Mike closed his eyes as
Jason brought the blade to his skin. In just a few brisk strokes,
Jason was finished with Mike's pits. Jason threatened to tickle his
pits further, but resisted. He rolled in the chair further down Mike's
body, and began to study the space he was about to shave. The dark
brown pubes intrigued him, but not enough to give up his mission. He
placed the razor gently at the end of Mike's "happy trail", and Mike
tensed himself to keep his body completely rigid.
The blade was pulled firmly across the skin. The hair fell away from
his body, being pushed with the foam. The blade is moved swiftly, but
gracefully along Mike's crotch. In moments, his crotch was bare. Jason
used a damp cloth to clean off all of the remaining foam and hair from
Mike's pits and crotch. The look on Mike's face indicated a feeling of
defeat. What would the other guys think in the showers? Jason ran his
fingers gently over the smooth crotch, just above the limp cock. His
fingers found their way to being around Mike's balls. He held them
gently in his hand, and then gave them a slight pull. Mike's eyes
looked afraid, terrified, and pleading to be let free. His discomfort
continued when Jason began stroking and massaging the base of Mike's
cock. Gradually, Jason's patient touches caused Mike's cock to rise,
plump and extend, standing fully erect. Jason was turned on by the
moans that came from his victim as he stroked the erect cock. He
reached for a bottle of oil from the box, and doused Mike's cock in
it, causing it to shine and glisten. Jason rubbed the cock faster,
causing more and more muffled moaning. Jason pulled the sock out of
Mike's mouth, which caused the moaning to become much louder. Moans
coming from the marine were deep and guttural. Mike got very close to
cumming and let out a sudden deep "ooh-rah!"

     The motion on Mike's cock immediately stopped. Jason moved his
hand away from the cock, and smiled as the marine snapped out of his
trance of arousal. "What the fuck dude, come on, don't leave me
hanging man" Mike objected to the cession. Jason used his finger to
rub the underside of the head, causing Mike to moan and the cock to
twitch. Jason rubbed Mike's nipples and then grabbed them and pulled
hard, causing Mike to yell. Mike trembled when Jason stopped pulling
and began firmly rubbing his nipples. Jason then pulled away and
pulled his arm back, and punched Mike's hard abs. Mike yelled and
winced upon impact between Jason's fist and his abs. Jason repeated
the hit several times, enjoying it more and more each time, watching
the helpless marine's struggles and reactions, and hearing his pleas
for him to stop hitting, and start jerking him off. Jason decided he
wasn't ready to stop, but he did want to get away from the resistance
that the bed was providing.

     Mike was untied from the bed, cuffed and lead by his cock into
the closet. His arms were pulled up above his head and tied to the
closet, leaving him on his toes again. As he was lifted upward, the
cum ran down his feet towards his toes. Jason picked up his boxing
gloves, put them on, and started back in on his new military
punching-bag. He punched Mike fast, and accurately, until he was
sweating, feeling a slight burn in his muscles, and Mike was almost to
the point of crying from the pain in his abs. When the assault on his
abs ceased, Mike was quite limp, pulling against his restraints. Jason
reached into Mike's pants and began fondling his cock, getting it firm
again. Once again, Mike was moaning from pleasures to his cock. Still
mostly limp against his restraints, his cock was rock hard and begging
to cum. Jason stopped just short of letting Mike cum, and repeated his
denial several more times, keeping Mike's cock on edge. Jason then got
on his knees in front of Mike, putting his mouth around Mike's cock,
swirling his tongue around the head and taking almost the entire cock
in his mouth. This caused Mike to moan out a protest "I'm not a fag,
stop doing this to me". With that, Jason backed off, smiled, looking
up at Mike and said "okay".

     Jason untied the cuffs from the closet, and pulled Mike down.
Mike was thrown to the bed; he was too beaten to attempt escape. Jason
threw Mike's gear, including his basketball sneakers, into the closet.
Then, Mike was escorted downstairs and guided carefully back into
Jason's truck. Jason tied him in the bed, just as he was before. Jason
hopped into into his truck and drove his prisoner to an open field
near the high school.

     Jason moved Mike off of the truck and put him in the middle of
the field, removed the handcuffs and tied Mike's hands behind his
back. Jason then backed away from Mike and headed back to his truck.
He rested himself standing against his truck, watching Mike squirm.
Mike's cock was still craving release, and he was attempting to hump
the ground, just as much or maybe more than he was trying to get free.
Mike flails around with all of his limbs and joints bound by rope,
severely limiting his movement. When it looks as though Mike is
getting close to getting free, Jason hops in his truck and heads home;
leaving Mike topless, bound and horny in the late afternoon sun,
struggling for his freedom.