Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 14:02:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: jdr <attyrawls@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sergeant Submits, chapter 6

     The usual disclaimers apply to all chapters in this series.  This is a
work of fiction intended solely for the edification and enjoyment of adults
of legal age.  Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely
coincidental.  Mention or description of any institution is only for
background purposes and does not mean or imply any connection with or
disrespect to that institution.  All rights reserved subject to Nifty's
terms of use.

     First time readers can learn more about the Colonel by reading "With a
Flip of a Coin" posted in Nifty's Gay Authoritarian and Gay College
sections as of April 8, 2012.

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     As soon as Rob and Kevin reached the living room, the noncom took
charge of his new possession.  "Strip, slave!" he ordered, and then started
disrobing himself while staring the farm boy into equal compliance.  As
soon as both were naked, the sergeant gave an order in the form of the
Infantry School motto: "Follow me!"  With that, both of them retired to the
bathroom.

     There the sergeant continued to exercise command, putting himself and
the voctech student through a thorough dual hot shower, then several enemas
back and forth, then a quick dual re-shower, and finally patching one
another's bleeding boxer cuts.  Kevin ordered Rob to kneel on the bathroom
floor and suck the new master's dick while he explained the rules for the
long weekend.  The whole time, per the noncom's instructions, the blond
worked his own slaveboy cock with his hand.  When both young penises were
rock-hard, the buck withdrew his dick from his slave's mouth and joined him
down on the floor.  Together they crawled out of the bathroom, through the
hallway and into the living room.

     While Kevin prepared Rob in the bathroom, the Colonel entertained Nate
in the rest of the house, giving him a quick tour of the basement and the
bedrooms while going over an inventory of the equipment and toys available
for use.  At the older man's suggestion, the younger one pocketed a pair of
handcuffs, failing however to notice that the instigator did the same.  The
officer talked the college stud into stripping, something that never took
much effort where the vain young dom was concerned.  They went over their
game plan for the next few hours, a conversation that got the college kid's
cock hard and horny.

     The pair of dominants were still standing and talking when the pair of
naked slaves came crawling into the room.  They stopped at the masters'
feet.  The sergeant assumed the kneeling slave display position.  The farm
boy followed suit.  Nate was a bit of a brute and a bully, to compensate
for his own insecurity and to cover his secret submissiveness.  Without
warning he grabbed Rob's wrists and used them to twist the voctechie's arms
up, out, down and back up again, one arm rotating clockwise and the other
counterclockwise, both ending pulled up painfully between the shoulder
blades.

     "Get up!" the bully demanded.  The farm boy stumbled to his feet.  The
brash young dom half-pushed, half-shoved the frightened new slave over to
the couch, pulled his arms out in front of him and cuffed them together.
"Bend over," the stud commanded, and the scared kid complied.  "Slave
Kevin!  Get your ass over here," the cocky college dom yelled.  The
sergeant fast-crawled to the couch, the Colonel nonchalantly strolling
behind.  "I wanna see you fuck the daylights out of this Eye Tech boy,
understood?"  The arrogant new master left no doubt what he meant by
extending an unwrapped condom in his outstretched hand.

     "Yes, sir," replied the noncom, and with that he took the proffered
prophylactic, put it on his penis, added a bit of lube and started taking
Rob's nineteen-year-old cherry ass.  The hard military cock thrust in and
out, forcing from the subboy's mouth first squeals of agony, then grunts of
pain, then just plain noise coinciding with each impalement.  Rob was just
trying to survive his first pork-sticking while Kevin was wrapped into a
fuck fog, oblivious to all around him.

     That was a mistake, for Nate was firing up on all cylinders, ready to
nail himself some noncommissioned ass.  As Kevin pulled back on an
outstroke, Nate's college stud piston met and entered the outstretched
pucker, thrusting Kevin back into Rob.  Nate was in heaven.  His rock hard
dick was swallowed by rock hard military muscle.  His ears were serenaded
by matching grunts from the two losers in front of him.  It was a fuck
train and he was the conductor in the caboose.

     As if that were not sweet enough, the Colonel's calloused hands
started rubbing Nate's deltoids, digging into them and reminding Nate for
the first time just how sore they were from holding his arms up through two
boxing bouts.  With one head in the clouds and the other head up Kevin's
ass, Nate relaxed and let the officer massage the stiffness out of his
shoulders while the noncom massaged the stiffy with his own butt.  Nate's
hard abs, his core muscles, thrust in and out the twenty-one-year-old piece
of ass sandwiched between them and the nineteen-year-old butt in front.  So
good, it felt so good, nothing to do but fuck and fuck, torso erect, arms
limber, the Colonel's hands gently gliding down them, gently guiding them
together at the wrists, gently ...

     Snapsnap!  "What the fuck was that?" Nate quizzed himself, hearing the
double click, feeling two cold steel rings against his skin and
instinctively trying to pull his wrists apart, but without success.  The
Colonel had handcuffed the college stud!

     "Did you really think," sneered the officer, "that you were equal to
me, college boy?  Or superior to my sergeant?  Think again, asshole!"  And
with that the Colonel clamped his hand over the stunned bully's mouth and
yanked back on his gym-toned body, causing his unsatiated penis to pop out
of the noncom's butt.  A quick ankle-sweep maneuver and the officer knocked
Nate off his feet and down to the floor.  The bigger they are the harder
the fall, but the only resulting injuries were to the stud's ego and pride.
And (though he did not know it yet) his freedom.

     Meanwhile, Kevin used his regained mobility to finish off with Rob.
He deep stroked.  He shallow stroked.  He slow stroked.  He fast stroked.
He plowed the farm boy like he was the north forty.  When all was said and
done, he collapsed on the voctechie's back, sweat bonding to sweat.

     The military men's plan had worked.  Rob was compliant from the start.
Nate's cockiness led to his downfall.  Now two hot young bodies were
available for anything the Colonel and the sergeant decided to do.  Rob's
dick, dying to get off, was rigid in the air.  Surprisingly enough, so was
Nate's.  The cockometer never lies.  Even as Nate was loudly demanding to
be released, denying that he was gay, verbally asserting his dominance, his
penis betrayed him (as penises are wont to do).

     The Colonel and Kevin quickly separated their newly acquired sex toys.
The sergeant shoved Rob into one bedroom while the officer manhandled Nate
into the other.  In the first room, the noncom educated the voctech student
on how to complete the blowjob that he had started back in the bathroom.
Kevin had just shot off into the condom and Rob was not expected back at
the Institute for seventy-two hours, so there was lots of time to do it
right.  After a full ninety minutes, the farm boy's once-virgin mouth was
fully trained in cocksucking.

     In the second room, things were a bit more hectic.  The officer knew
that he must establish dominance once and for all over the arrogant college
kid.  The best way to do that quickly, and one of the most fun, was an
old-fashioned ass pounding.  The Colonel's condomed cock wasted no time in
smashing into the stud's butt.  Impaled, shoved into the bed linens, legs
trapped under the older man, Nate thrashed futilely to escape.  His mind
was all over the map.  He was the cock of the walk.  He was no pussy.  He
was the campus king.  He was no man's bitch.  He was furious.  He was
loving it.  He was beside himself.  He was always in charge.  He was
secretly submissive.  It was a secret no more.

     After the initial breaking in, matters calmed down.  The dominants
rounded up their boytoys and corralled them in the living room, kneeling
with hands cuffs behind their backs.  There the two masters explained the
facts of life.  For the rest of the weekend, both students would be the
targets of intensive unrelenting slave training.  What they thought would
only last till Sunday was now a permanent fact of life.  For the rest of
their time in Laramie, and perhaps even after that, Rob and Nate were
slaves.

     That night the Colonel and the sergeant shared a bed, as often
occurred.  On either side of the bed was a kneeling slaveboy, hands behind
back, wrists taped together, head bowed not just in respect but in order to
reach the nearest pair of feet.  As the officer and his noncom slipped into
sleep the newly trained footslaves worked their mouths over and around toes
and arches and heels.

     Eventually, and inevitably, the young men dozed off, their heads
nestled on the bed, their kneeling bodies slumped against the mattress.  So
tired were they, and so overwhelmed by the change in their circumstances,
that neither was aware when first one master and then the other woke up in
the middle of the night.  The bedroom was pitch black dark when each
sleeping serf abruptly snapped out of it to feel a hand over his mouth,
stifling any noise.  Kevin dragged Rob into the other bedroom while the
Colonel stayed behind with Nate.

     This time, it was Nate's turn to graduate from Cocksucking 101.
Slowly yet surely the Colonel used all his experience to break the college
stud into the cocksucker that he secretly had always wanted to be.  By the
end of the middle of the night interlude, both were satiated, the officer's
cum happily swimming in the new slaveboy's stomach.

     In the other room, Rob was learning how to get fucked and enjoy it.
He had always been tough, though he didn't flaunt it the way Nate did.  He
just took whatever came his way.  Now, however, he was starting to enjoy
the change.  His ass was learning how to handle Kevin's cock.  He figured
out how to get his prostate massaged, resulting in an astonishingly good
feeling.  He saw the pride in sucking dick properly, and the subtle control
that the sucker has over the suckee.  He really liked the sergeant, he
admired the combat veteran's hard body and he was in awe of the NCO's
courage and achievements.  Belonging to this man, serving this man, being
naked with this man, always having the attention of this man, was nothing
to shirk from.  For the first time ever, Rob was happy with his place in
life, even if it was kneeling at Kevin's combat boots.

     For Nate the transformation was even more dramatic.  He had woken up
that morning in command of the world.  That night he had flaunted his boxer
body to the crowd.  He had dominated in the boxing ring and out.  He had
double fucked Kevin and Rob.  And yet, by dropping his guard just once, he
had forever fallen victim to the Colonel's wiles.  Truly, old age and
cunning overcome youth and skill every time.  Throughout the night the
college kid's training continued.  By the dawn, his submission was firmly
entrenched.

     During the morning, Rob and Nate learned how to be houseboys.  They
cooked and served breakfast for their masters.  They learned to eat cereal
and drink coffee from bowls set on the floor.  They vacuumed and dusted.
They made the beds and folded the clothes scattered around the floor.  They
did all this while naked, collared and in shackles.  By the time they
completed cleaning the house, it was time to cook and serve lunch.  They
were on their knees, side by side, just finishing up with slurping their
food and water from the bowls on the floor, when the doorbell rang.

     "Surprise, slaves!" grinned the Colonel.  "We have company!"