Date: Thu, 13 May 1999 20:53:22 -0400
From: Teen Jock <teenjockmm@mailcity.com>
Subject: The Marine {Teen Jock} (tt oral humil bd sm coll) [1!?]

			       _The Marine_
			       by TeenJockMM

   The Marine, as he was nicknamed in school, was standing at attention from
the orders of a friend named Mike.  The Marine's real name was John, but the
nickname had come from his submissive attitude and a sleep-over with another
friend who was in the Navy and had been for four years.  Mike and John often
role-played like this, Mike as the Seargent, and John as the Private.
   John never mentioned that during the sleep-over that he had to be totally
truthful and had uncovered that he was gay.  He had been asked to reveal the
fantasies of his own submission.  He had to suck cock and take it up the ass
regularly in order to prevent his friend from blackmailing him.
   Anyway, John was standing at attention in his white suit and jockstrap he
wore often when role-playing.  They never had to shout at each other for any
questions or answers, just an assertive/aggressive tone.
   His suit was bought from a costume shop and consisted of the bright white
suit itself with insignia and medallions, fake, of course, and his white cap
with the black band and gold in front.  Underneath, he wore a jockstrap that
he had been required to wear for easy access to his ass hole when his friend
was horny and needed to fuck, also making it harder for him to jack off when
he wore it and even harder for him to conceal the sticky remains of it, when
and if he actually did it in a public place, which he was made to do so when
his "Seargent" had the whim for him to jack off in a public place.
   John's old "Seargent" had tired of him, and had given him to Mike.
   Mike made a good one and very dominating, commanding officer.  However, a
recent session had led him to believe that his Private was keeping something
from him, and he became determined to find out what that was.
   Private John was at attention with Mike pacing in front of him as if Mike
were frowning down upon John.  John wondered what this was about this time.
   "Private, do you have a secret you are keeping from me?"
   "Sir, yes, sir.  Why do you ask, sir?"
   "I'm bored, Private.  Tell me."
   "Sir, wouldn't that reduce your challenge, sir?"
   "Yes.  It would."
   "Sir, suggest asking alternate questions to get to it, sir."
   "Alright.  Let's see."
   Mike pondered for about twenty seconds in deep thought.  John thought how
that he could say he was gay without being completely open.  Maybe he should
suggest punishment or torturing himself.
   Mike said, "Okay, Marine.  Let's try this.  You like punishment, right?"
   'Like?  He virtually loved it,' John thought.
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   "Name one feasible that you hate."
   Now John had to think.  He didn't want to come in his trousers, he didn't
want to pee in them, he definitely did not want to strip, although it seemed
the best to him.  He decided on it.  He wanted to use reverse psychology.
   "Sir, I do not wish to strip, sir."
   "Too bland, anyways."
   John thought, 'There went one, but I doubted he wanted it.  Let's just go
full speed ahead.'
   "Sir, I do not like to be tied up and tortured."
   "Well then, Marine, let's combine those."
   'No, not that,' John thought.  'Anything but that.'  Unfortunately, doing
as he was told was his duty.
   "Sir, what first, sir?"
   "Strip down to your underwear."
   John hesitated, but complied, quickly stripping down to his jockstrap.
   "My, somebody has a hard-on.  You must like being commanded."
   Mike was half-right.  The rest was anticipation.
   "Well, Marine, am I right?"
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   "Well, strip totally now."
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   John removed his jockstrap, revealing his six inch erection.
   "You like this, right?"
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   "You like the humiliation?"
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   "Wait here and remain at attention."
   Mike left and went downstairs for a few minutes, but John's aching member
was still straight out, curving up, and oozing precum.  He dared not even to
touch it for fear he would be reprimanded, and didn't want to mess up Mike's
room.
   Mike came back after about three minutes, noticing that John had not even
appeared to move, but was sweating profusely.  Mike moved in front of John.
   "Private, what is this?," pointing at John's glistening cock head.
   "Sir, it's precum, sir."
   "And why do you have it?"
   "Sir, because I'm aroused."
   "Well, if you're so aroused, you will clean it up."
   John began to turn, but was stopped by two firm hands on his shoulders.
   "With your hands and mouth, Private."
   John had almost hoped for this.  Also, Mike was a stud.  He thought about
more reverse psychology and decided to say he was straight to see how far he
would be bent.
   "Sir, I'm straight, sir."
   "Well, you're not anymore, Private."
   John liked that.
   "Sir, I--"
   "You will eat that if you like it or not because you're a Marine now."
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   John made a grimace and scooped it up, actually enjoying it, but couldn't
let on until he knew Mike's exact intent.  It had a bitter-sweet quality.
   "Good job, Private.  Now remain at attention."
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   As he said that, the rope was put around him, and tightened until moving,
which could now barely be done, was impossible.
   "Now, Private, any last words before I gag you?"
   "Sir, no, sir."
   Mike put his gag on John, who very much liked this scene.
   "Well, Private, let's see.  You want torture, so let me know you will say
something by saying one thing into the gag more than once."
   Mike's torture was very aggressive this time.  Mike put him into his tub.
John thought he was getting off easy, lying down.  He knew very well that he
could not get up, or barely move.  Mike had left without John noticing so he
could get his "supplies".
   Mike came back with ice cubes and some ice packs, some were reshapable.
   "Well, we're still enjoying ourselves, for now.  First, let's remove that
swelling," indicating John's still hard dick.
   'No, not there.  Please not there,' John thought, but he wanted it.
   John felt a freezing cold over his dick, barely tolerable without yelling
into his gag.
   "Oh, is my wittle Pwivate, and his wittle pwivate cold?"
   John nodded.
   "Okay."
   Mike reached out of view into the cabinet for the Bengay.  John looked to
Mike noticing a green tube.  'Oh no, not the Bengay.'
   Mike saw John's panicked expression and said, "You want to talk yet?"
   John shook his head no, and Mike put a small dab on one of his fingers to
put on John's balls.  Mike had done that once and hated the feeling.  He had
generously applied the first small dab when he saw John's eyes watering.
   "Too hot?"
   John nodded.
   "Want to talk?"
   John shook his head no and suddenly felt the searing heat and pain of yet
more Bengay and screamed into his gag, eyes seeing nothing but a blur.
   "Ahh, Private, you're ready to talk now?"
   John nodded, unable to blank out the searing pain in his balls.
   He released John from everything and John went around, prancing like many
Indians, but on fire, complaining, groaning about the "fire" on his balls.
   Finally, after about twenty minutes of this, he began to get better and a
lot less hard.
   "At attention, Private."
   He stood up, still wincing a bit from the pain.
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   "Private, what did you want to tell me?"
   "Sir, are you sure, sir?"
   "Yes, I am, now tell me."
   "Sir, I'm a homosexual, sir."
   Mike was taken aback, but remembering back when he was younger, and was a
bit angry at his brother.  His brother had overpowered him and made him suck
his cock, so he couldn't admit to being straight.  And also, usually Marines
had a "Don't ask, don't tell" policy.
   "Well, then, I need not hide I'm bisexual."
   John grinned.
   "Well, you're the Marine, what do you do often?"
   "Sir, I suck cock, sir."
   "Well, I guess I can do that."
   Mike unzipped his khakis and whipped out his eight inch dick.
   John leaned forward, then to a kneeling position for worshipping the huge
monster cock, compared to his.  He engulfed it with his warm mouth, making a
moan escape from Mike's lips.  Mike was in exstacy as he shot off his creamy
load into John's mouth, who swallowed it all from experience and partly from
addiction to swallowing cum.
   As Mike's load stopped coming, and John left his cock, he recovered.  All
he said was, "Marine, at attention."
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   "Marine, do you have toys at home?"
   "Sir, like what, sir?"
   "Vibrators, for example."
   "Sir, yes, sir.  I have three butt plugs and a ten inch dildo, sir."
   "Next time we meet, make sure you bring all of them and are wearing which
one is the most uncomfortable."
   "Sir, yes, sir."
   "Marine, you are dismissed.  Put your clothes back on and leave."
   John complied with a, "Sir, yes, sir.  Thank you, sir," and promptly left
Mike's residence.

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