Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 18:30:53 -0700
From: Nick Stark <nickstarkusmc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Plantation Road Chapter 3

Plantation Road

by Nick Stark

nickstarkusmc@hotmail.com

Chapter 3

Captain Nick Stark glanced up and down the river road.  In each
direction, two of his men headed out at a steady pace, booted feet and
hard muscled asses visible on each pair, big packs on their shoulders.
Quinn and Davison were heading south, and DeRossi and Kowalski heading
north.  In several ways Stark was glad to see the men head out, it meant
he could have some alone time.  He was nursing a brutal hangover from his
activities the previous night in New Orleans, and his nipples were raw
and chafing from the abuse they'd taken.  Stark shook his head in mock
misery, a half smile on his face in remembrance of the previous night.
He didn't often tie one on and get wild, that meant losing his
inhibitions which he didn't usually like to do.  However there was some
element of coercion involved in the activities, which made Stark's cock
stiffen a bit at the memory.  He reached down to adjust his equipment in
his olive jockstrap.  Today, he was suited up the same as his men, even
down to the military issue athletic supporter, which usually did a poor
job containing his endowment.  His big balls usually tried to spill out
the sides of the pouch, and if the Captain was even half hard, as he was
now, there simply wasn't room for it all.  Straightening up from
adjusting himself, he straightened his shoulders and shrugged off the
camouflage shirt he was wearing, tossing it in the jeep.  This left the
captain clad from the waist up only in his skintight olive drab tank top,
which hugged every muscle from his wide chest and thick pecs down to his
hard flat belly.  The Captain reached his hands over his head, clasped
them, and stretched his big body, trying to loosen his spine, which was
tight from the position he'd spent hours in the night before.  He closed
his eyes and turned his face up to the sun.  Lowering his arms, he winced
briefly in pain as the tank top fabric tugged at the band aids covering
his nipples.  Never modest, and with no plans to see anyone, much less
anyone official for most of the day, Stark quickly yanked the garment out
from his waist, and peeled it off over his head, tossing it with the camo
shirt.  Thick dark hair swirled up the Captain's belly in a wide
treasure trail, fanning out over his pecs up to where the chest muscle
joined the shoulder.  Nick had a beautiful chest hair pattern on his
front, and just a patch of dark fuzz at the base of his spine on his
back.  Nick cupped his pec, and bent the nipple up to see it better.
Smears of Vaseline were visible around the band aid that covered it.  He
bent his head over, and gently started to remove the band aid, wincing
painfully as it pulled at his chest hair and irritated the bruised nipple
hidden in the swirls of dark hair.

Pieter Rusafov was watching the Marine Captain's every move through his
powerful binoculars.  He couldn't figure out exactly what the big man
was doing, probably just inspecting his body, as he was obviously very
fit.  Pieter had already signaled the main house to tune in to the closed
circuit TV monitor to see what Pieter had spotted.  Assuming he knew what
the answer would be, Pieter had quietly and efficiently loaded a dart
into his long range rifle.  It was a German manufactured weapon,
originally designed for a clean kill with a bullet, but since the demise
of large scale warfare had been modified to deliver a powerful dart with
deadly accuracy.

Stark finally had the first band aid off.  He gently massaged his nipple
with his thumb, moaning at the combination of pain and pleasure.  It felt
good, he could feel it healing up.  He went to work on the second one,
again cupping his pec and peeling off the band aid.

As expected, the instant message came through with a simple "take
him."  Rusafov grinned a tight grin.  He didn't care what the old
Southerner did with his prey, but Rusafov was glad to be able to use the
expertise he had been trained for, instead of pandering to ragheads like
he had been forced to do for years, guarding royal palaces set in
wastelands of sand, cursing his existence as his skills got rusty.  Not
taking his eyes off the Marine's broad back, Rusafov reached for the
German rifle.  He swapped the binoculars for the vision finder on the
rifle.  In the mere seconds it had taken him to swap, the Marine had
climbed into his jeep and engaged the ignition.  He cursed under his
breath as the bare-chested Marine swung the jeep around and made a U-Turn
to the south, back down the river road.

Nick loved the feeling of driving in the open jeep with his shirt off.
The sun was on his back, the cool air felt good against his face and
chest, soothing his painful nipples.  He drove with one hand, and idly
tweaked his own tits with the other.  The memory of the previous night
came back, and with it a stiffening of Nick's cock.  That damn Charlie;
Nick had gone thru basic training with Charlie Evans, a big strapping
blond.  They had instantly become fast friends, excelling at their
training and both entering the intelligence sector of the Corps based on
their bodies and brains.

Nick and Charlie had turned to each for sexual relief more from lack of
other options than any proclivity to homosexuality.  It went part and
parcel with placing their trust only in a fellow Marine, to turn oneself
over for gratification and release.  Initially only jerking each other
off, it gradually escalated to cocksucking; each would take the other's
shaft into his mouth, not because he liked it but because he knew it
meant he would get his own sucked in return.  Both hated swallowing, and
would usually release the head and finish the job with a few quick
jerks.  Obviously that didn't always work, and each man had tasted the
other's semen before long.  Assfucking wasn't far behind, and neither
man took to it willingly at first.  Nick was so tight he bled the first
time, and after that he only let Charlie hump his hard butt and ejaculate
onto Nick's lower back.  Charlie however soon was taking Nick up the ass
regularly, getting his prostate pounded and taking Nick's seed.

After several years they had graduated and gotten their assignments,
unfortunately in different parts of the world.  At graduation time,
Charlie forced Nick to agree to a scene that he knew Nick needed, whether
he knew it or not.  Nick was always the take charge type, and had de
facto taken control of his and Charlie's sex life.  Any man in a
position of power occasionally enjoys giving up control, and Charlie knew
this.  He laid down the law to Nick, and demanded that Nick strip down
and let himself be tied face down on Charlie's bunk.  Once in position,
Charlie reveled at the awesome body laid out before him, muscled limbs
spread wide and secured.  He pulled Nick's cock and balls down below
him, then pulled his head up and secured a cloth gag in Nick's mouth.
Nick tensed, but allowed it to happen.  Over the next hour, Charlie
slowly lubed and loosened Nick's tight butt with his fingers.  Nick
didn't moan in pleasure, but he did settle in and enjoy it enough that
this muscles relaxed, and he buried his head in the mattress, resigned.
After nearly an hour, Nick was drenched with sweat and Charlie was fully
erect.  He slipped into Nick with hardly a whimper.  When he was buried
all the way, Nick's ass tensed and he immediately released his load,
which splattered the bunk below his thick cock.  After that Nick relaxed
while Charlie rode him, in and out, for a long time.  Charlie seeded Nick
then pulled out, and bent over and removed the gag.  Nick turned his head
and the two men kissed passionately.  Not a word was spoken of it then or
afterwards, but they both knew a new realization had entered their
reality.

Soon after that, graduation and new assignments separated them.  Since
then, they had hooked up whenever possible, which usually meant the rare
instance when they were both on the same continent.  They were both
surprised that while they still enjoyed sex with each other,
companionship was the stronger tie.  Often they would spend more time
recounting their adventures and sharing a few beers and a lot of laughs
than they would in the sack.  That was the case this most recent time,
when Nick was in Louisiana for his training assignment.  Charlie had gone
to LSU, so this was his home turf; he was spending a few weeks with his
family.  Nick happened to be in Louisiana for a short stint as a trainer;
he was typically too valuable to do anything other than the covert
overseas missions he was trained for, but it worked out with a 6 month
break between assignments, and Nick liked training the young men, not
only because he liked seeing them gain confidence and learn, but also
because out of each batch of young bucks there were always a couple who
could easily be persuaded to take care of Nick's needs.

Charlie was always spouting off about the LSU football team and how
unbeatable they are.  Nick always liked taking him down a few pegs on
that topic, so the two of them had placed a bet on the LSU -- Auburn
game.  It was a `winner take all' bet, where the loser had to submit to
whatever the winner wanted.

Nick had been kicking himself for agreeing to the bet, as he was led
blindfolded and naked down the hall, Charlie's guiding hand on his
shoulder since Nick's arms were restrained behind his back, his cock and
balls swinging free.  The two men had watched the game in question in a
bar in the French Quarter, sharing several pitchers of beer.  It soon
became obvious that Nick was going to be the loser, and Charlie taunted
him with clues about his fate that night.  Nick downed a fair amount of
beer, suspecting he would need it to brace himself for what Charlie had
in mind.  After the game, Charlie led Nick to an unmarked door just off
Bourbon Street where it crossed St Ann.  It was obviously some sort of
gay sex club.  After paying their entrance fees and being buzzed in,
Charlie led Nick to the locker area and told him to strip down all the
way.  Nick did as he was told, then was spun around and handcuffed.  A
blindfold, gag and collar were added, and an armband buckled tightly
around his right bicep marking his as a bottom.  Charlie possessively
cupped Nick's hard butt, admiring the muscled ass and thick hair on his
asscheeks, getting denser towards the crack.  Charlie led his muscled
captive down the hall, guiding him to the playroom.  Some of the other
men present were more than happy to help secure the big stud with his
arms over his head and his legs spread, stretched to where they barely
touched the floor.  Once he was in position, the first thing Charlie did
was lube up Nick's tight hole and insert a fairly large plug.  Then
Charlie went to work on Nick's tough body.  Clamps on his tits, weights
on his balls, gut punches, flogger, you name it and Nick took it.  After
an hour Nick was sagging in his bonds and drenched in sweat.  Charlie
knew it was time.  Again he enlisted the help of the onlookers to take
Nick down from his bondage.  "Careful with him, he may need our help
supporting him when we take him down," Charlie cautioned.  Sure enough,
Nick leaned heavily on the men due to his leg muscles being cramped.  The
big hairy stud was led over to a sawhorse and bent over it face down.
Quickly his wrists and ankles were secured to the four legs.  Tits still
clamped, balls still weighted, Charlie pulled out the plug.  Nick moaned,
a bitch bottom boy in heat.  Charlie stepped up, put his hands on Nick's
hairy asscheeks and spread them.  Nick's hole was barely visible in the
thick dark hair, but it was clearly lubed and ready.  Charlie grinned and
breached Nick's tight hole with his thick eight inches, barebacking the
big stud.  Nick moaned and a fresh sheen of sweat broke out on his body.
Charlie slammed into Nick for a good twenty minutes before depositing his
cum deep inside Nick.  He pulled out, his cock still mostly hard, the
remains of his ejaculation still dripping from his cock.  Charlie looked
around the room.  "Who's next?" he asked.  The men circled in closer
as Charlie handed out the condoms.  "Noone else gets to bareback him,
understood?"  The men nodded, assuming that Nick and Charlie were a
couple.  Over the next four hours Nick was gang raped by every single man
in the sex club, including the young kid who manned the coat check.  One
by one they shed their rubbers in a sticky pile behind Nick's bound
body.  Charlie supervised, even instructing the kid to work Nick's thick
tits to keep him distracted from the pain in his ass.  The kid sat on the
floor under the big bound stud's pecs and did his job well, mauling
Nick's hairy nipples.  Hence their need for some healing the next day.

Nick's mind returned to the present, and he realized that his cock was
fully hard as he drove down the river road.  He cursed Charlie for
bringing that part of him to the surface, but the powerful ejaculation he
had at Charlie's hand, still bound in position after the gang rape had
been made more powerful by his submission to Charlie's will.  It wasn't
something he did often, and certainly wasn't a position that his men
could ever see him in.  Nick parked the jeep in the parking lot for the
headquarters of the wildlife sanctuary, essentially a patch of dirt
filled partway with service vehicles used by the park rangers and
maintenance staff.

Nick knew the game wardens pretty well, and figured he'd shoot the shit
with them for a bit, then ask to use their men's room so he could piss
and jerk off quickly to relieve the hardon trapped in his jockstrap.  He
got out of the jeep, not bothering to put his shirt on, and walked over
to the low boxlike building that served as park office and maintenance
facility.

During the time Nick had driven the couple miles downriver, Rusafov had
placed two calls to his men in the field, then reported in via text
message to his employer in the manor house.  His instant message was
short and to the point:  `visual confirmation prey escaped; plan
initiated to recover'

to be continued...