Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2015 20:36:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making a Submissive Officer (gay/authortarian, oral, anal, dom m/MMM, M/MMM..)

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               Making a Submissive Officer
                          By
                         Wolf

	As a youth I was raised in a small Pennsylvania town
steeped in a long history of Catholicism.  I attended an all boy
parochial school.  Homosexuality wasn't discussed,
appreciated, or advertised. The absolute worst insult a boy
could endure was to be called a faggot and cocksucker.

	I was enamored with the adventures tales of the Sea.  I
loved reading Herman Melville "Moby dick" and other stories
of life at sea.  I learned as much about naval history as and
nautical terms as possible:

"Square meal" referred to square wooden plates on wooden
English sailing vessels use to prevent the plates from sliding
off the table.  It had nothing to do with the quality of food.

"Son of Gun" was applied to any bastard conceived between
gun implements on the gun deck.  Sailors were not allowed
off the military ships in ports to prevent them from deserting,
so women were allowed to board the ships to service the
crew.

"Reveille...reveille, heave out and trice up!" meant to get out
of the hammock and lace up belonging in their hammocks
before storage on the gun deck.

"Sake a Leg" When the boatswain woke up the crew with that
term he would ask in port for any woman to stick a leg out of
the hammocks.  If they did the sailor got an additional 15
minutes to get ready for muster.

"Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey" Due to
the shape of cannon ball they were stacked on a brass plate
that had been hammered with nine indentations, so that 18
cannon balls could be stacked in a pyramid shape on the
monkey  next to the cannons.  In cold weather the brass
could shrink enough that the cannon balls would roll off the
monkey, and roll around the gun deck.

"Power Monkeys" were young males that carried gun power
from the magazine to the gun decks.  They were pre-teens or
young teenagers.

	The list is inexhaustible and people use them all of the
time without understanding what they truly mean or origin of
the term.

	As a seventeen-year-old college freshman at Cornell
University I was the product of a German, Italian union, and I
was five-feet eight, 135 pounds, light brown hair and eyes, as
senior in high school I competed with other HS kids, and won
the Navy Reserve Officer Training Corps (NROTC) scholarship
to Cornell.  I had dreams of high seas adventures as a naval
officer.

	The summer of 1976 was my freshman year I was an
innocent bright eyed 17-year old.  I was assigned to an old
Gearing class destroyer, USS Vogelgesang DD-862 for summer
training.  That class of ship was named after Rear Admiral Carl
Theodore Vogelgesang USN (1869-1927).

	On 10 January 1974, Vogelgesang was transferred from
DesRon 2 to DesRon 28, and reassigned to Naval Reserve
training duty.  On 1 March, her home port was changed from
Norfolk to Newport, R.I.  On 19 March, she headed out of
Norfolk, bound for her new home port, where she arrived the
following day. From that time, Vogelgesang operated out of
Newport as a training platform for naval reservists, NROTC
midshipmen, and OCS students.  She alternated short periods
at sea with weeks in port as a stationary training platform.
Periodically, however, she made extended training cruises
down the east coast to the West Indies.

	Many a reservist midshipmen learned about life in the
fleet, nautical traditions, and even the perverse sexual
proclivities of enlisted sailors and officers when at sea.

	I was assigned to the forward berthing compartment.  I
was surrounded by a sea of enlisted male hormones.  It was
natural for me to surreptitiously observe many of the enlisted
men proudly parading around naked going to or returning
from the head/showers.  The variety of prodigious cocks was
amazing.

	Being young naïve, inexperienced, but curious
midshipman, my interest was duly noted by my fellow
compartment bunk mates.  One night after taps, I was roused
up and escorted below decks into the engineering main
machinery compartment by several sailors.  They quickly
stripped me, and I received a special initiation.

	Naked and terrified I was surrounded by enlisted
sailors.  I was being humiliated by their laughter, rude
commentary, and I followed their instructions to the letter.

	My fleet education included learning how to properly
suck enlisted men's cocks.  Having no choice, I swallowed
quarts of delicious navy cream.   I was bent over and used
properly.  My inexperienced ass received significant amount
of attention.  Sailors lined up to await their turn to enjoy a
piece of a young midshipman's sea pussy.

	It didn't take long before the word spread about my
availability.  A large number of the ship's crew would direct
me into secluded compartments for additional training over
the next six weeks.  Yes, even some line officers managed to
instruct be in the proper behavior of junior officers.  I became
a fully qualified cock-sucking Sea pussy.

	Every summer for the next three years was an
adventure.  Each assignment added to my education.  Upon
graduation I received my commission as a Naval Surface
Warfare Officer.  My first assignment was aboard the aircraft
carrier USS Independence CV-62.

	As a green Ensign I was assigned to a stateroom with a
Regular Navy Lieutenant Junior Grade.  His job was to mentor
me through my duties as the Gunnery Division Officer.
Gunner's mates are a crud and rude bunch of men.  The non-
coms run the division, but can get in trouble on shore leave,
and the young seamen tend to be uneducated boys.

	The Navy has its own class system; academy USN
officers have preference over ROTC, USNR officers.  That it
true among enlisted USN over USNR.  Rank has its privileges
too.

	My roommate was a good instructor, and I learned
quickly how to control the crew.  The master chief Gunners
mate was an alcoholic that was a fount of knowledge about
his job, but was very disrespectful to young officers.  He
should have been made into an officer years ago, but he was
not a college graduate, so his not being promoted to an
officer class is understandable.  If a young officer followed his
advice they could stay out of trouble, but if they pulled rank
on him, he would let them fowl up.  He would make sure
their mistakes would come back on them.  He could make
sure a smart assed officer's career would end quickly.

	I had been aboard ship for three months when I walked
into our stateroom to find my roommate sitting in the chair
with an enlisted seaman on his knees sucking his cock.  That
broke the ice.

	From that day on we became best of friends.  We
sucked each other's cocks, but he pulled rank when it came
to fucking ass.

	One day when I had the duty while in Norfolk, Virginia,
I got a call form base shore patrol that one of my seamen
Gunner's mates had been picked up off base in the car of a
civilian getting a blowjob.  I checked out, and took my second
hand Barracuda to the shore patrol office.  The duty officer
told me that a patrol car had witnessed the seaman getting
picked up, and followed them to a secluded location.  They
deliberately didn't turn on their lights as they approached the
parked car.  They caught the civilian bent over giving the
young sailor a blowjob, while he was jacking off.  They
arrested the sailor, and scarred the hell out of the civilian.  I
convinced the officer to book the seaman for only
hitchhiking.  That way there would be no record of what
happened.

	When I got the sailor into my car, I scared the hell out
of him by pointing out that the local police hate sailors.  If
they had caught him they would have recorded what they
had been doing.  It would have required a court-marshal, and
in those days he would have receives at least a "Bad Conduct
Discharge (BCD).

	Once I had his full attention I drove him to the home of
a civilian friend of my family rather than back to the ship.
Daniel was a lobbyist in Washington for the Navy's interest, a
retired JAG Rear Admiral.  My father had been a Commander
that had assigned to his command for a three year tour.

	I told him if he wanted to get some civilian cock he
should get well away from Norfolk.  We changed clothes at
Daniel's and he drove us up to Washington, DC.  We took him
to a gay cocktail lounge there.  We pointed out that the bar
had even been frequented in the past by J. Edgar Hoover and
Melvin Pervious, so even the FBI keep clear of the place.  The
local cops know the place catered to Congressmen and
Senators perverse interest, so they don't even send black and
white's down that street.

	While we were sitting in a booth a middle age man
approach our booth, and asked the seaman for a dance.  He
asked me if it was all right, and I assured him that he could.
When he got back to our booth he was excited, and told us
that the man wanted to take him to his apartment.  Daniel
assured him that he should, because that man was a
congressman on the ways and means committee.

	On Monday after muster, I took the young seaman
aside and asked him how his date went.  He was all smiles.
He told me all about how plush the apartment was, and how
the congressman couldn't get enough.  He told me that the
congressman sucked his cock and fucked four times.  Just
when he thought the man had enough, he stuck a large dido
up his own ass.  He got another hard-on and wanted to fuck
some more.

	I told him to go below and get some chow, and then hit
the sack.  I would clear it with the petty officer in charge of
his work station.

	I served on the carrier for several Meditation cruises'
the second sea tour I was assigned as Department Head.  My
Master Chief was the king of man that took no guff from
anyone.  He was able to insult superior officers just short of
being charged with insubordination.  It didn't take him long to
figure out that I was a submissive sea pussy.  I'm able to cum
from having my prostrate massaged by a cock in my ass.

	When he retired I became the sea pussy for the
Executive Officer.  I retired after twenty years as a full
Commander, and still visit bars that cater to naval enlisted
men.



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