Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2017 15:33:35 +0000 (GMT)
From: "rampage938@btinternet.com" <rampage938@btinternet.com>
Subject: ROUGH, HARD & DIRTY 4 : I AM A SNOWDROP

1 - Friend or Foe?

Have you ever encountered a 'walking snowdrop?' If you should be lucky and
see me in uniform on parade or some important duty you will. I am a serving
member of the Royal Air Force Military Police and almost since the day of
its foundation, the men serving have acquired the tag "Snowdrop" on account
of the white webbing accoutrements we wear when in dress uniform or on
active duty. The most prominent of these features are the white covers we
slip over our military caps, but there are other bits of white webbing,
including a holster with a pistol loaded with one round and occasionally
white leather gloves if an important personage is present. The gloves are a
fucking curse as trying to perform drill movements with a heavy rifle on a
wet day is an open invitation for some horrible accident to happen - the
risk is even greater if there is a bayonet attached! I knew one poor sod
who marched off parade leaving three of his finger tips behind on the
parade ground. He had not realised what had happened until he got back to
the barracks!

My name is Gordon Luss. I am 29 years of age and like everyone else in the
RAF, I have been christened with a personal nickname. Believe it or not,
mine sums me up perfectly. I am known to the rest of the lads as "that
fucker 'Lusty' Luss." I hail from a small community about 15 miles north of
Dundee and stand at just over six feet, have the build of a scrum half -
hardly surprising as rugby has been my sport since an early age - and keep
myself in match condition by training with the 'A' team at what ever base
I'm serving at. My chances of getting to play with them, though, are slim
as I am more likely to be slotted for a hazardous duty or crowd control at
a potentially rough football match between bitter rivals such as Celtic and
Rangers! Every now and again I manage to get a game if it happens to be a
crucial grudge match between the RAF and the Army or the Navy. If the reult
is win, draw or lose it is usually followed by other kinds of games in the
showers or locker room. There is nothing like giving a fit guy a good hard
fuck - or even an occasional double fuck - after a good hard game and a hot
shower.

In addition to these physical activities my sport fit body - ugh! how I
hate those stupid white panty lines which seem to turn some guys on - is
deeply tanned as the result of several tours of duty in the Middle and Far
East and doing a lot of nude sunbathing. Over the years my spiky blond hair
has been bleached almost white by desert sun. My best features, though, are
my masterpiece ten and a half-inch dick and a pair of succulent heavy balls
which could adopt a version of the famous Windmill Theatre's tag and alter
it to "We're never empty." My eyes, which are a genuine bright blue, can
turn to points of ice when I'm feeling horny and doing my 'Lusty' Luss act
after some guy in the privacy of an interrogation room with no potential
witnesses present! Ever since my tenth birthday playing about with one of
my uncles and the first signs of puberty, I have always been turned on by
handsome guys in uniform - police, servicemen, firemen, paramedics, bus
conductors, tram drivers, railway staff and, in due course, airline pilots
and cabin crew. They have all been openly ogled and given the 'come-on' by
me, but the prize must go to rozzers on duty. Which is why, as a kid in
short pants, I always hankered after being a cop when I grew up. As I was
approaching puberty there were a number of occasions when I accepted the
odd lift from a cop who quickly sussed that I had never been an innocent
flower when it came to making a man aware that I wanted to play billiards
with his cue and balls! I've eagerly licked many a cop's sperm off his car
dashboard long before I could produce my own junk.

I am now serving at a large operational base known as RAF Reiversholt, in
the north of England. I have been put in charge of security on the base and
have also been recently informed I am about to get my third stripe, as my
promotion to sergeant has come through. The reason for the delay in sending
me elsewhere is that there has been such a demand for my services at
Reiversholt that no one can make a decision about where I should be posted
to! Well, I don't believe it either, it is just an excuse for some bugger
to fuck me about, that's all. Anyway, I settled down here very well and
soon became very well known to those who matter on this base. I am well in
with the Station Warrant Officer (SWO) and also the Station Adjutant, who
is the Commanding Officer's right hand man and practically runs the
outfit. He is still a bachelor and while I was still settling in we
happened to meet up in a local bar one evening and got very matey indeed -
my cock always twitches at the memory of that evening's entertainment -
take it from me, fucking a tight commissioned butthole for all it is worth
behind the local bus shelter is great!

Once I was fully operational I quickly learnt that there was a major fly in
the ointment interfering in the smooth running of such a busy flying
station. It came by the name of Harrier Block, a partially disused two
storied brick building designed to house airmen from Engineering
Squadron. The current bunch of stinking layabouts occupying it had got well
out of control by being ignored for too long and they had obviously
forgotten that no military establishment can operate at maximum efficiency
without discipline. It took some months but eventually a potential answer
appeared on the horizon. I was on duty in the Main Guardroom one afternoon
when a shiny new sports car roared up the hill, swung through the Main Gate
and came to a screeching halt outside the Guardroom. I looked at the other
two Snowdrops on duty with me and said, "Let's go and sort that fucker out,
lads. We're not expecting anyone, are we?"

"No Lusty, there's nothing on today's Orders about a new arrival."

I went and stood on the flag stoned area outside the main door, my legs
astride, my pelvis thrust aggressively forward to display an incipient
crotch bulge (the things you are taught during basic training!) and my arms
behind my back, just as the driver of the vehicle stepped out and slammed
the driver's door. He was wearing full uniform, but his jacket was
unbuttoned and, of course, he was not wearing headgear. He took a couple of
paces back and turned to look around at the layout of the entrance to the
station, paying particular interest to the Guardian Angel, our iconic
preserved Canberra bomber. I stood and watched him - nice tight arse - but
said nothing. He had not even acknowledged my presence and I could see his
corporal's stripes were very new and shiny. He muttered something to
himself, seemed to pay respects to the silent Guardian and came back to his
car, opened the door and took out his cap, a blue Arrivals form and a brown
envelope from which he extracted a piece of A4. He unfolded it, read
something, then put it back into the envelope, which he slid into a
pocket. I could not resist making my presence known and barked, "Who are
you, Corporal and what do you want?"

"Ah! good afternoon, corporal. I am Corporal Elldon Rimmer and I have been
posted here to sort out the disciplinary problems of Engineering
Squadron. I wish to report in to you and get permission to come on to the
station to begin the arrivals procedure." I was struck by something about
this guy. He did not seem to be intimidated in the least by being
confronted by three Snowdrops, who were glaring fiercely at him as if he
had no business to be there. I gave him permission to come into the
Guardroom and got one of them to make some tea while I offered the newcomer
a seat.

"Now, Corporal Rimmer, (interesting name, that. I wonder if he lives up to
it?) we seem to have a slight problem. I have no record of your expected
arrival today and I cannot believe our Orderly Room would be so inefficient
as to leave us without any notification of your posting here. Can you
explain your sudden arrival? I cannot notify Station Headquarters of your
abrupt appearance without some kind of explanation so before I begin the
procedure, I would be grateful for any explanation you can give."

"All I can tell you at this stage (three heavily stressed words) is that I
must report to the Guardroom on arrival and get permission to be shown the
way to the Station Warrant Officer's office. I am sorry if this is not
according to normal procedure, but we must treat this business as a minor
covert operation. Under no circumstances are the occupants of Harrier Block
to be informed of my arrival. You will be told that I am not here today. My
posting does not officially begin until 06.00 hours tomorrow. The CO, the
Station Adj and the SWO have all been taken into confidence in this matter
and I would now ask you to check with them that I have told you all I am
currently permitted to say."

I was dumbfounded. What the fuck was going on? There could be no doubt of
the visitor's bona fides - he had shown me his valid ID and he obviously
knew too much about the set up at RAF Reiversholt to be a fraud. I told him
that until I had talked to the Station Warrant Officer and received his
clearance and confirmation, he would have to wait in a cell. He took this
without argument and stood up saying he quite understood. I led him through
to the cells and said he could wait here until I had done my duty and got
clearance for him to be on the station. When I returned to the Guardroom,
the other two started firing questions at me and I told them to keep it
zipped and keep mum. Cutting through the garbage, it did not take long for
me to receive the confirmation I needed to be able to release the
'prisoner', take him up to Station Headquarters (SHQ) in our Landrover and
dump him at the SWO's office. I said he could leave his shiny new car (he
did not bite the bait, though and told me nothing) in the care of the other
two MPs while we were up at SHQ. On the way, I noticed he once or twice
snatched a quick look at my crotch and I thought,"This looks
interesting. See if I can get him going." On the way up to SHQ we chatted
about nothing in particular and I dropped a remark about the goings on in
Harrier Block. I snatched a quick glance at a slowly rising bulge in the
front of his uniform trousers. That was enough for me. I knew we had a
'bro' here: if he was going to try and get the Harrier Block crowd under
control, he would need our help big time and that might mean I'd get a
chance to have some fun with our new corporal. He took some time to get his
business done and when he came out and climbed into the Landrover beside
me, he cheerfully informed me that he wanted to go to Stores to pick up his
bedding and some other bits and pieces. I thought, "This guy must think a
lot of himself. He can't have been a corporal for long 'cos his chevvies
(chevrons) are too clean. Is he on a mission or something, I wonder?"  I
looked across at him, noticed his bulge had returned and said, "OK. I could
do with some fresh air after being cooped up in that frigging Guardroom
most of the day. A breath of fresh air always seems to make me feel mildly
horny." He looked at me and chuckled.

I got on the radio to the two I'd left in charge of the Guardroom and told
them I'd be a bit longer yet and to make sure everything was as it should
be. I also asked if there had been any further surprises during my absence
and was pleased to get a negative reply. Rimmer was not long in the Stores
and when he emerged almost buried under a pile of blankets, sheets, pillows
and other items, I gave him a hand to pack the lot in the back of the
vehicle. I had tucked one of the pillows in and as I reached down for the
second, my hand seemed to accidentally brush over his crotch. It felt warm,
and a substantial but not fully hard cock gave a little jerk.

"Oh, sorry, mate," I said, insincerely and looking at him unapologetically
with a smirk on my face.

"That's OK," Rimmer said, grinning, "it felt rather good and welcuming, in
fact." Notice where he laid his emphasis?

"I noticed you were sporting a swelling down there. You up for some fun and
games?"

To my surprise, he looked straight at me. I felt a chill in the air at the
way his eyes suddenly became cold, hard diamond points. He reached out,
grabbed hold of my crotch and squeezed it - hard. I gave a short yelp and
said, "We'd better get over to Harrier Block with this lot. Did you pick up
the key to your bunk from the SWO?"

"Course I did. So now you know I'm a 'brother'. I was warned that I might
have to deal with one or two of them in Harrier. I might be newly promoted
but I have been on a special course dealing with miscreants and lazy
layabouts, so I'm well prepared. Thanks for helping with the bedding, let's
get over to Harrier while they are all still working. I want to get settled
in without them knowing I'm here."

It did not take us long to get to Harrier Block and all the men were still
out on duty. We lugged the bedding in and Rimmer unlocked the door of the
NCO's bunk which he would be occupying. It was standard issue, more or
less, and somebody had been working hard to make it at least presentable,
that person probably being Andy Taylor. I knew for a fact that the bunk had
not been occupied since the departure of the last occupant. He had been on
the job for less than six months and had suffered a near nervous collapse
thanks to the 40 lazy, good-for-nothing bastards who occupied the barrack
room. It was furnished with 42 beds, wardrobes, small pieces of carpet
beside the beds and bedside lockers. I asked Rimmer if he wanted to take a
quick recce of the room and he promptly declined, informing me he had seen
photographs of the place at its worst and had promised himself that the men
who lived in that kind of mess would have to clean it up pronto. He would
see to that. I was beginning to take a liking to this man, he was a guy
after my own heart, unafraid of doing his job properly or of showing his
sexual orientation to anyone. I felt a tinge of sorrow for the men who
occupied that place.

I offered to help him get his bunk tidied and the bed made up; he thanked
me and accepted my offer. Taking off my jacket and rolling up my shirt
sleeves we soon had him a rather comfortable wanking pit, ready for that
night. While he was putting away his uniforms and some other knick-knacks I
sat on the edge of the bed. I did not say anything but I was rather
surprised that he did not seem to have any photographs of family or close
friends like most men had. I was later to learn, from him, that he had been
brought up in a seedy boy's home from a young age after his unmarried
parents split up. Neither of them wanted the bother of bringing him up so
they left him at the home, where he'd had problems with one of the male
staff after he entered puberty. I did not wish to pry and left things alone
- for now. Once he was satisfied with everything, he suggested he make us a
cup of tea. A kettle, a smallish teapot, one cup and saucer, a small milk
jug and sugar bowl were standard issue, courtesy of the MoD, and were the
first signs of beginning to be someone in the Force. However, the MoD's
generosity was not boundless and the occupant had to provide his own tea,
milk and sugar. I was not too surprised when Rimmer bent over his hold-all,
rummaged around and brought out the requisite ingredients and a second cup
and saucer. "Hmm," I thought, "resourceful and thinks ahead. You're gonna
have a chance in Harrier Block, my friend." Bending over in front of me, he
had stretched the seat of his trousers and consequently displayed a hard,
tight arse. I just could not resist putting a hand out and gently caressing
the buttock closest to me.

"That's good," he said in a quiet voice, "carry on doing that and I'll have
a sticky puddle in my briefs. I've not shot my load in nearly a week and my
balls must be full of spunk. Do you want standard tea or my favourite, a
special blend of 'herbal' tea?" Guessing what he meant by 'herbal' tea, I
said I would enjoy a cup of that but as I was still on duty I'd better make
do with standard. He stood up and turned round. I was flabbergasted by the
size of his bulge. I put a hand on it and felt around, brushing against a
warm, heavy, rigid cock concealed behind the cloth.

"Jeez," I said, "you've got a big un' there, and I have a good ten and a
half inches. We'd have a wow of a time together, and probably get Andy
Taylor involved. That would be a threesome to remember!"

As he handed the cup of tea to me, he suddenly asked, "Who is this Andy
Taylor? His name came up a couple of times during my interview up at SHQ. I
gathered he must be some kind of miracle worker as he has endeavoured to
keep Harrier Block on the straight and narrow." Before I could enlighten
Rimmer the alarm in the Landrover parked outside went off. "Shit! I've got
to get back to the Guardroom as fast as I can. See you around, Elldon and
hope we'll see much more of you soon." He laughed and called out, "You will
matey, you will!"

That was my first of many encounters with Corporal Elldon Rimmer and the
guys he was in charge of.

* * * * *

2 - Party Time!

I love going to parties on the base because they are usually packed wall to
wall with hot, horny hunks. Most of the guys are so open about their
sexuality that I often have a front row seat if there's a gang-bang going
on involving young females from the local villages. I really get off
watching some hot young studs thrusting their throbbing cocks up some
bitch's oozing cunt while the onlookers cheer them on until it's their
turn. They do not know, of course, that the entire time they're all fucking
cunt, I am dreaming of fucking their arses. It usually gets so bad I have
to slip out to the men's room and jerk off. Some guys can keep going for
over an hour and when their creamy sperm runs down their shafts and coats
their balls, I have an almost uncontrollable urge to go down on them and
lick their spermy nuts clean.

That is why it was such a bitch having to do duty that New Year's
Eve. There was a real shindig going on for the 'other ranks' (corporals
downwards) in the NAAFI (Navy Army and Air Force Institute) and during the
course of the evening my duties had taken me there. The music was awesome
and everybody was drinking and having a good time. I was standing by one of
the refreshment tables having something to eat when a group of three young
airmen caught my roving eye. I almost gagged on my sausage roll when these
guys came into view. They were so fucking hornily dishy! The first two were
bringing in a large bowl of punch, which must have been heavy but they were
young, fit and handled it as if it were made of tissue paper! A third guy -
the cutest one of the three - was walking behind them as they were bringing
the punch bowl in for the waitresses. They set it down on the table close
to where I was standing. One of them turned round to face the third guy and
yelled, above the noise and thumping music, "Hey, Brian! Me and Nobby are
going to see if we can find some pussy. See ya 'round!" That was the first
time I had encountered the infamous Nobby Clark since his improvement from
a dirty, insolent scruff to a respectable and worthwhile airman. A dose of
Elldon Rimmer seems to work miracles in places where a miracle is needed!

Being the sociable person that I am and since the third guy was an honest
to goodness God-given blond hunky piece of arse (well, you must know what
blond men are like), I decided to go over and introduce myself. My hopes
were not too high that he would want to be seen consorting with a Snowdrop
in uniform and on duty but he was hunky and I was randy so I felt I should
give it my best shot. Well, maybe not my best one, I'd save that for later,
hopefully. I went over and grabbed myself a glass of orange juice, giving
him the once over as I did so.

"Hi, my name's Gordon Luss. What's yours?"

"Brian Northcott, corporal." This was the first time I had been close up to
a man from Harrier Block since the revolution brought about by Elldon
Rimmer. I could see I was in danger of getting the reaction I had feared so
I gave my next remark more friendliness and began fishing for information.

"So, where's your date?"

"Ha! I don't have a date," he replied, coldly looking away from me. I was
becoming intrigued by this guy. He had boyish good looks and a surprisingly
deep voice. I cast my line into deeper waters this time as I took another
bite from another sausage roll.

"You just arrived on the station? I can't remember seeing you around
before."

Northcott nodded and told me he had arrived in late November. It was his
first posting since passing his Admin and Accounting courses and exams and
getting his first promotion to Senior Aircraftman (SAC). He was working in
the SWO's office and had been temporarily accommodated in Harrier Block as
the Admin block was allegedly full up with a load of air cadets getting
their first taste of Service life. He suddenly opened up a bit and praised
Corporal Elldon Rimmer to the skies. As he did so, I noticed a rather large
bulge appearing in his tight fitting slacks. "Interesting," I thought,
"Next time I see Rimmer I'll make some enquiries about you, young Mr
Northcott. If you're working with him and Andy Taylor we'll be seeing quite
a bit of you down at the Guardroom."

"You been down to the Guardroom yet for the grand tour?" I asked,
innocently.

"No. The SWO's arranging that for next week."

"Well, apart from the Orderly Sergeant and the lads doing guard duty and
fire picket, there's no one down there tonight. As you don't have a date,
what do you say I show you around? I'm just off back there any way. Fucking
duty."

"Guess so," he said, sounding a bit depressed, "I've fuck all else to do
but get blathered." His sexy deep voice had intrigued me and I hazarded a
guess that all that yelling and drilling on the parade ground strengthens
the vocal chords or something. I was beginning to wonder if I dared hint if
he liked making out with other guys but was quickly disillusioned by what
he said next.

"I had an on-off girlfriend back home. I wish she were here right now. I
could do with a good hot fuck but we're in an off phase at the moment."

"That's too bad," I said. So, this hunky young airman was straight. Shit,
just my fucking luck! Hang on, though. He hasn't seen his girl in weeks, he
is lonely, he is new on the base and has had hardly any time to make some
friends. Above all, he's making my cock ache and my balls itch just by
looking at him. My gonads never, ever get it wrong.

"Have you tried that punch?" I enquired.

"Not fucking likely! I saw what those girls poured into it. I never drink
anything but beer and I think that punch should carry some kind of a health
warning. It's more than likely it will live up to the word 'punch' and give
a stronger man than me a knock out blow before he'd finished his first
glass."

"Oh, go on. Try it. It's a lot less likely to make you sick than beer," I
lied.

"Oh, what the fuck! You're probably right." He ladled himself a full glass
of the punch and took a man-sized swallow. "Whoa!" he yowled, "this brew
must have come straight from the devil's own brewery!" I sipped my orange
juice and grinned. Things were becoming interesting. He drank that entire
glass of punch and said, "You know, this stuff is pretty good...I think
I'll have another." I left him to it as I had to return to the Guardroom
for the 21.00 hours roll call, but I thought, "You just stay right where
you are, young man. I will return."

Sometime just after 22.00 hours we got a call in the Guardroom from the
NAAFI Manager. Apparently, some guy had been trying to poke his pecker into
someone else's girl and a brawl had inevitably started up. I rousted out a
couple of the lads on guard duty. We piled into the RAF Police Landrover
and roared off up the main road through the camp with all lights flashing
and Klaxon blaring. When we got to the NAAFI building, things had begun to
quieten down so I sent the two guards back to the Guardroom. The Manager
had locked the offender in his office and had a witness to what had been
going on. The witness had also given assistance in holding the struggling
offender. I followed the Manager in and there, slumped in a chair, half
collapsed over the Manager's desk, was SAC Brian Northcott. I shook him
roughly by the shoulder. He stirred, drunkenly, and muttered something
unintelligible but undoubtedly obscene. "Rouse yerself!" I barked in a
loud, harsh voice. Now I had the perfect reason to get him down to the
Guardroom and into a cell. At this point, the witness spoke and, turning
round, I was surprised to see it was Elldon Rimmer. Was it going to be just
the three of us? Northcott would not know what was going on, and even if he
did Rimmer and I would soon make sure he would not want us to stop doing
whatever it was we were doing to him. Northcott raised his head and looked
blearily at me.

"Oh, fuck, it's the Snowdrop bastard. Sorry, Corp, I've had too many
glasses of that fucking punch!"

"C'mon, airman, pull yourself together. You're coming with me and Corporal
Rimmer." It took him three attempts to get up off the chair. When he
eventually succeeded he began staggering about the room, banging into desks
and a couple of chairs. I wanted to get him sorted out before he did
himself some kind of an injury and turned to Rimmer.

"Give us a hand, Elldon, if we're not careful this fucker's likely to do
himself some harm. The Landrover's outside and I'll take him down to the
Guardroom and chuck him into an empty cell for the night. I would
appreciate you giving me a hand." I told the Manager, who was watching
events, that things were under control and he need not stay. He did not say
anything as Elldon Rimmer took hold of one side of Brian and I grabbed the
other. Together we managed to get him out of the building and into the back
of the Landrover. Just as we were about to climb into the vehicle, the
Manager pulled on my arm.

"Before you go, corporal, you might want to know the truth. The story I
gave you about him trying it on with another man's girl wasn't quite
correct. In fact, he and the other guy were seen coming out of the NAAFI
without her. The two men stood talking and disappeared round the back of
the building. I was told about it and went to investigate. When I found
them, they were in the shadows. The man you've got there was...how can I
put this?...he was on his knees with his face buried in the other guy's
backside!" The Manager was clearly very embarrassed by all this.

"OK, mate. Tell me the rest - or can I guess? The girl came along at the
wrong moment and made like she was being raped by aliens from Planet Zog?"

"You got it, corporal," confirmed the Manager. "There was nothing else I
could do. I grabbed the guy kneeling down and dragged him back here,
telling the girl to get along home. She ran - boy, did she run!"

"Where's the other bugger?" I enquired. Might as well catch the brace, if I
could.

"He pulled up his underpants and trousers and ran off, probably back to
barracks. I couldn't make out his face. It was too dark."

I thanked the Manager and sent him on his way with assurances that I would
do my best to keep things as quiet as possible - but I did not tell him
there would be no chance of that, once the story got out. I stood deep in
thought. It was easy enough to overlook the occasional night in the cells
for having consumed a beer or two too many, but this could be serious. You
just don't go around eating out men's arses in the Services, even if you
are pissed as a newt. A lot would depend on what I found when the three of
us got back to the Guardroom. Rimmer and I climbed into the Landrover and I
started up the engine. Before moving off, I glanced round to make sure the
prisoner was OK. He was half slumped across the back seat, passed out,
gently snoring with an idiotic grin on his face with what appeared to be a
raging boner endeavouring to break through his jeans. I thought, "You've
got a very rude awakening coming to you, my son!"

It was not far to the Guardroom but on the way Northcott stirred and half
woke up, mumbling and muttering something like, "Wish my buddies would come
back to take me home." Everything was going my way, almost as if I had
planned it. I stopped by my bunk in the barracks and told Rimmer I was
going to pick up a bag of 'special items'. He refrained from enquiring what
I meant by 'special items' but from the look on his face I guessed he'd
sussed that one in a flash and did not need too detailed a
description. Having picked up the bag, had a quick piss, I drove us down to
the Guardroom. I told Rimmer to stay in the vehicle while I nipped into the
Guardroom too stash my bag of goodies in a secure place. I returned to the
Landrover and, with help from Rimmer, hauled Northcott out of the
vehicle. I propped him against the side of the vehicle while I locked
it. When Northcott began sliding down the side of the vehicle, Rimmer
steadied him by grabbing the crotch of his jeans until I could take a
firmer grip of him and frog march him into the Guardroom. He was
semi-conscious enough to stagger along but was otherwise out of it. He
wanted to know where we were and I told him Rimmer and I had brought him to
the glasshouse, where he was going to spend the night in a cell. Mumbling
an almost incoherent "OK, corporal" he had passed out again by the time we
got him through the door; we had to half drag him across the room. The
Orderly Sergeant and the two lads who had gone with me up to the NAAFI
earlier in the evening were playing cards and looked up as we wheeled
Northcott into the room.

"Give us a hand you two," I ordered the two on guard duty. Rimmer excused
himself saying he had to get back to Harrier Block to make sure "that lot"
had observed Lights Out. I thanked him for his help and hinted that I would
not object to having some company later on. He grinned, gave his slightly
bulging crotch a tug and left. The two lads had come over and were holding
on to Northcott, which allowed me to get the bunch of cell keys out of the
key safe. As I signed the key register I turned to the Orderly
Sergeant. "Gotta lock him up for the night, Sarge. He's been drinking
heavily and got into a bit of bother which I'll have to sort out with the
Orderly Officer tomorrow. Will you come with me as a witness that I don't
harm him? I might also need some help here."

"OK, corporal. Will this take long, only I'll have to start my rounds
soon."

"No. These two can help me manoeuvre him into a cell, you just watch and
make sure we won't need to roust out a medic or something."

Myself and the two lads somehow managed to manipulate the drunken man along
the corridor leading to the cells. None of them were currently occupied -
yet - so I had a choice and unlocked the first one. Hauling the
semi-conscious man into the cell I sat him up on the bed, unbuttoned his
shirt, pulled it off and laid him back down on the mattress. He made a
slight groan, then fell silent again. His body had been aroused by the cold
night air and the two hard points of his nipples stood proud of his well
sculpted pecs. I looked down at him and felt my meat beginning to stir in
my uniform issue Y-fronts. "Down, boy!" I said silently to myself and bent
down to undo his belt buckle and unbutton his waistband. I slid the zipper
of his tight fitting jeans down and the fly instantly spread open to give
more room to a large cock imprisoned behind the cloth, at the same time
revealing the absence of any underwear. Gulping and swallowing hard to keep
my lust under control I unlaced his shoes, yanked them off, followed by his
socks, and threw the lot on to the floor. I carefully pulled his jeans down
over his legs, taking care my hands went nowhere close to his naked crotch,
and tossed them on to the floor also. Now he was naked I could gaze
lecherously, longingly and admiringly at the enticingly seductive swelling
between his legs but I would have to wait until I could get rid of the
unwanted audience before proceeding! I raised Northcott's head with one
hand and with the other I pulled a sheet out from the neatly stacked
bedding he'd been half lying on. I unfolded it and threw it over him.

"That'll keep him warm enough for now, at least until I have completed the
paperwork," I said, mainly to reassure the Orderly Sergeant I knew what I
was about. He was going to be a problem - with a prisoner in the cells over
a holiday period, technically he should remain in the Guardroom until he
was relieved by the day shift the following morning. That would, of course,
severely restrict any opportunity I might have of playing with this hunk's
bits and pieces - and that was something I was fully determined to do.

"C'mon, lads, let's go back out and brew a mug of tea. Want one, Sarge?"

"No, thanks, corporal. I really must be getting on. I'll not be long."

"Oh, that's OK Sarge. Nothing's likely to happen here tonight. You go and
see the New Year in at the Mess. The Orderly Officer won't be round till
06.00 tomorrow. I'll be here and the guard duty and picket lads'll be in
and out. If the prisoner needs it, I can get a medic down here from Sick
Quarters quick enough."

We all trooped back to the main area, where one of the airmen made three
mugs of scaldingly hot tea. I needed it. I was sure that one of them, whose
name was Jarvis and about whom I had suspicions, had noticed the swelling
in the crotch of my uniform trousers. Jarvis was instantly earmarked for
future pleasures...hopefully. Tonight, meanwhile, I had to get rid of these
two. I suggested they take their tea through to the small back room where
off watch guards and pickets could grab a few hours sleep. They didn't need
much encouragement and quickly disappeared. The Orderly Sergeant was being
a bit of an annoyance, taking his time about getting ready to go on his
rounds - he was obviously uneasy about leaving me alone with a prisoner in
the cells.

"You sure you don't want me to hang on here, Corporal?"

"No, that's all right, Sarge. He's too stewed to do anything and I shall
have to look in every half-hour anyway. Once I have a guest booked in to
this hotel, they don't get much privacy!" I chuckled as if this was
standard Snowdrop gallows humour.

"Right then, I'll be off. You know where I'll be if you need me."

"Fine, Sarge. G'night, have one for me!" With that, the fucking man finally
wandered out into the night.

Alone, except for my prey. A silence, heavy with sexual lust, fell over the
Guardroom, broken only by the soft ticking of the large clock high up on
the back wall which had been rescued from the Ops Room at a now defunct
fighter station. I did nothing for a while. I let my mind race ahead,
savouring remembrance of the prisoner's body, anticipating what I could do
to him. I allowed my cock to rise up, hard, trying to force its way through
the serge of my uniform trousers and military issue Y-fronts. I had decided
to wait a while to ensure no one else would come bursting in with some
problem and also to see if Rimmer was going to come through and visit me. I
had plans for him, too. Sipping my tea, my free hand gently played with my
cock, running lightly up and down the almost imperceptibly pulsing shaft,
teasing the sensitive part of the head just behind the piss slit to
encourage the release of some pre-seminal fluid. I had put the phone on
Quiet and sure enough, after almost half an hour, I heard its soft purring
noise. I picked up the receiver and spoke very quietly into the mouthpiece,
"Hello? Can I help you?"

"You must be alone at last, you sexy arse bandit." It was Rimmer's
voice. "I'll be down shortly."

"OK, my man. I'll be waiting for you. Come in through the side door."

I stood up, locked the main door of the Guardroom and switched off the
principal lights, leaving only an eerie blue illumination from the security
nightlights and dimmed the lights in the corridor leading to the
cells. These had to remain on all night if we had a prisoner. Duty done, I
returned to my chair and sat down, thinking of the hunk asleep in the cell
completely unaware of what was being planned to rudely awaken him. Rimmer
had made it apparent he was game for something different and I could not
get the thought of a possible double fucking out of my head. There's
nothing quite like a double fuck. It feels so good with two man size cocks
up your arse.  I had been double fucked by horny youths out in the Middle
and Far East and had become quite an expert and an avid enthusiast. Just
think for a moment of the gymnastics that are involved when three horny
guys get ready to fuck and two of them work their full-on hard erections
into a tightly defensive arsehole. Once the penetrating invaders have been
lubed up, they can slip and slide into the third arsehole at the same time
without causing too much distress - although most guys willing to take two
cocks at once usually enjoy a bit of discomfort on the side, including
yours truly. The hot, tight arsehole squeezes the two big cocks together as
they collectively fuck their mate's butt and in return he gets the pleasure
of feeling the steely solidity of two invading cocks working vigorously.
The moment when I discovered that my arse could handle what I had been
secretly craving - a double fuck from two well above average sized black
cocks on one of my regular visits to Africa - I knew I could never stop
even if I wanted to. I had read somewhere in a classic gay short story that
"...common sense may tell you that a man's lust should exceed his physical
capacity" but I have found that where sexual matters are concerned common
sense has never been the strongest card in my pack.

* * * * *

3 - An Outrageous Obscenity?

The sheet I had thrown over my prisoner had slid down on to the floor. He
was lying on his back, one arm flung above his head. His left leg was drawn
up and bent at the knee. I could see the erotic mound between his legs
where his cock was obviously in a state of semi-hardness beneath his flimsy
briefs. I quietly unlocked the cell door and entered. My hands were shaking
so much I was fearful of the keys rattling so I stuffed them into a trouser
pocket. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turning my head I came face to
face with Elldon Rimmer. I gave him a sign to stay quiet and he came in to
the cell beside me. I looked down at his crotch and there was no guessing
what was causing that tenting in the front of his thin slacks!

I placed my hand on Northcott's ankle. His legs were covered with fine,
downy hairs. He was sleeping so hard from the alcohol he'd consumed that
the hair of his armpits was damp and sweaty. I ran my hand lightly up his
leg letting the soft fur travel between my outspread fingertips. My hand
came to rest on one leg of his briefs. He sighed softly and moved a
little. I waited until he had settled back to sleep. It was all Rimmer or I
could do to keep ourselves from ripping off those flimsy, almost
see-through briefs and go down on him like two wild things, but I wanted to
wait until he was awake and had sobered up a bit. I reached down and
gently, very gently, ran my hand over the bulging front of his briefs. I
felt his cock jump a little beneath my caress. Rimmer spoke quietly into my
ear and said, "Jeez, he certainly has more than his fair share of endowment
there." I looked at him and said, "I envy his girl her luck at having that
big dick pumping away inside her. She must be a bitch if she messes him
around. I've thought of a way to get that cock and yours up my arse -
together." Rimmer grinned and began pulling on his hard dick. Slowly, I
took hold of the elastic waistband of Northcott's briefs and began easing
them down. As the first fringe of pubic hair came into view, I paused. I
bent over, pressed my nose against the wiry hair and sniffed. I love the
sweaty, dried cum and piss smell of a sexy man . Suddenly, Northcott was
wide awake. He shot up off the bed and grabbed my hair.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled. Rimmer backed away and whispered
something in my ear that I did not quite catch. I gave up all pretence and
ripped the flimsy briefs off him. He was now completely naked - and he was
sobering up fast. Good, that was just what I wanted.

"Now you're off that wanking pit, stand at ease," I bellowed. Rimmer had
retreated even further into the shadows. Northcott stared at me, then
obeyed the order. I reached out and took hold of his genitals, weighing his
cock and balls in my hand. He tried to back away but I gripped harder and
gave his package a twist. He whimpered.

"That hurt, you fucking bastard!"

"Stand still then. I have a duty to see that you have not damaged yourself
in your drunken state." He glared at me.

"How? By squeezing my dick and balls?" He tried again to break free. I was
really serious this time and twisted his nuts a lot harder. I could see
tears spring into his eyes and he yelled.

"Down on the floor, you little pecker sniffer. Come on, get down on the
floor!" I twisted harder still, jerking downwards on his testes. He cried
out, his knees giving way as he sank to the cell floor. "Now lie down on
your back," I commanded. He paused, then complied. I contemplated the young
man stretched out before me, his fully erect cock standing tall. Rimmer had
also come forward again, anxious not to miss the show. I managed somehow to
keep the stony expression I had adopted on my face as I glared down at the
prisoner. He glared back at me. Very, very slowly, like a slow-motion scene
in a movie, I raised one leg and held it poised above his crotch. His
expression altered as my intent filtered through the remnants of the
alcoholic haze fogging his brain. Rimmer let out a breath and waited to see
what I was going to do next.

"Oh, fuck! No, you wouldn't dare!" Northcott's voice quavered with
fear. Whatever he was imagining, was going to be as nothing to the reality
. . . I dropped my leg fast . . . . . .

. . . . . . Crrruunch!!!  My heavy, highly polished boot slammed into his
naked testicles, twisting and grinding. It even brought an empathetic groan
from Rimmer, still lurking behind me. Northcott's roars of agony
reverberated off the tiled walls of the cell. He knew it was useless to
hope for intervention: the Orderly Sergeant was long gone to the Mess and
the guards and pickets were, by now, snoring. He was, to all intents and
purposes, alone with his tormentors. "Fucking bumboy!" My voice was hard,
merciless, cutting through my victim's screams of agony. "Cock sucker!
Arsehole licker!" I twisted my heel into his tormented balls with each
word. Despite the agonising torture, his cock was so hard it was a wonder
it did not burst a blood vessel. Long strands of sticky fluid seeped from
his cock slit, telling me he could not have ejaculated for some time; some
of the stickiness was finding its way on to the mirror-like toecaps of my
right boot.

"You filthy pig! Look what you've done to my boot!" I roared, giving it an
extra twist. He screamed anew, doubling over, drawing his knees up as far
as they would go, rolling on to his side, retching, his hands desperately
trying to shield himself from further abuse. I gazed down at the naked body
writhing on the cold concrete floor. My immaculate left boot thudded into
his taut sweat glazed buttocks. He cried out again as an ice-cold flame of
pain seared through him. "Get off that bed, you poor excuse of an
airman. I've not finished with you - yet." Naked, every nerve shrieking, he
tried to obey. He could not, dared not move, the pain was so great and I
was not about to show him any mercy. "That is an order. Stand up!" Slowly,
each move an agony, Northcott struggled to his knees. Sweat, tears and
pre-lube cock juice streamed from him. I sent yet another thud crashing
into his backside, sending his ravaged rapidly swelling testes swinging and
throbbing. "Come on! MOVE IT!" I bellowed. Taking deep, sobbing breaths, he
struggled to stand upright. At this point I beckoned to Rimmer to take over
for a while. He glided out from the shadows and the look of sheer terror on
Northcott's face told me a lot. Of course he was terror-stricken, he was
billeted in Harrier Block and must have seen Rimmer at his 'reforming' work
on the likes of Nobby Clark and one or two others. "About turn!" barked
Rimmer. Northcott executed the order as best he could and faced him. A
ripple of lust spread through me as I saw him clearly. He stood there,
shaking as if he was in the grip of some unspeakable malady. I could feel
my eyes turning to glittering glacial points as they surveyed the terrified
wretch before us. "So, you like licking arseholes, do you?" sneered
Rimmer. He and I watched abject fear take a hold of Northcott as he
laboured to find breath.

"Answer me!" snapped Rimmer.

"Yes, corporal," came a faint reply.

"OK, scum, we are going to find out just how good you are at arsehole
eating," Rimmer paused to allow his words to sink in.

As he slowly began to remove his clothes, his meaning filtered through
Northcott's mist of shame. Rimmer removed his jacket, then his shirt and
tie, followed by his socks and shoes and finally his trousers and
underpants. He stood there naked displaying an impressive fully erect cock,
his balls tight up into his groin. I watched Northcott intently. In spite
of his fear and pain, he stared in awe at both of our hard, heavily bronzed
and hairless torsos. "But first, you are going to lick Corporal Luss's
right boot spotlessly clean. Aren't you?"

"Yes, corporal." His voice was firmer now. Rimmer indicated to me that I
should take over so I put my offending booted right foot on the edge of the
bed where Northcott had so recently been lying. I ordered him to squat. His
face was inches away from the unclean boot.

"Now clean it, like the mangy cur you are," I growled menacingly. His
drooling tongue began lapping at the congealing sticky produce of his own
body. As he warmed to his task, his eagerness to get through it became more
apparent. I wondered if it was the saltiness of his sex juice mingling with
the faint taste of boot polish that was bringing about some kind of
pleasure. I allowed him a few minutes to continue enjoying himself then
roughly pulled my foot away. "Enough! Stand up!" As he straightened up he
must have noticed the bulge in the crotch of my trousers and a dark damp
patch appearing just where my cock head was straining against the blue
serge. "Come here!" He moved in towards me. "Closer!" Obediently he
shuffled forward. My hard, strong hands flashed forward, thumbs and
forefingers grasping his nipples in a vicious pinching movement. They
squeezed his points hard, twisting them in opposing directions. His cock,
which had been losing some of its hardness, sprang back to life as pain
scorched through his body once more. He yelled, bucking up and down,
endeavouring to get loose.

"Now, now, Brian," I said, using his name for the first time, "just calm
down. We are not going to hurt you - much. That might come later, dependant
on how well you service us. We want to see how you like the taste of
Corporal Arsehole!" I quickly undid my belt, unzipped my fly and pushed my
trousers down as far as they would go. I was not wearing underpants and my
solid thrusting ten inch cock jerked in its newly found freedom. Light
filtering from the corridor outside caught the pre-cum glistening in my
cock slit. Brian could not take his eyes of my cock and I had a feeling he
was succumbing to lust.

Turning my back on him, I leant forward, half grinning. "Come on, airman,
lick and suck my pulsating Corporal Pussy. Make him happy." He needed no
further encouragement. All pain, all fear was forgotten at the sight of my
hard, tight arse cheeks before him. He grasped my buttocks and spread them
wide, thrusting his face between them. Like heat-seeking missiles, his lips
locked on to my tight pink hole. Gently at first, but soon stepping up the
action, he sent his tongue fluttering and dancing around the rim of my
arsehole. I involuntarily moaned softly, moving my head from side to side,
eyes half closed in ecstasy. I could not help myself. "Shit! That's fucking
good!" I murmured. At intervals, his tongue made guerrilla raids across my
hole. With each sortie, my body arched, primeval noises escaped from my
throat. After some minutes of this teasing game, Northcott launched a full
scale attack, ripping into me with his tongue, pushing as deep as he could
go. "FUCK!...FUCK!" I yelled. This prompted a move by Rimmer who thought I
had been hurt but I signalled that all was well. My arse cheeks clenched
ever tighter around Northcott's face. Surprisingly, he was a real master at
this game and clearly beyond caring: Corporal Pussy was just fine with him!
As he penetrated ever deeper, he reached round with one hand and grasped my
hairy ball bag swinging between my legs. He pulled, rolled, and squeezed
until my hoarse moans reached maximum decibel levels; it dawned on me he
was giving as good as he had been given. I started to pull away. I could
feel the first signs of my jism building for an explosion.

"Stop! Stop right now! I'm not ready to shoot my load yet. I plan to fill
your arse with cum. STOP!!" Reluctantly, with a final suck of my anus, he
pulled away from me but not before he had gently blown across my pulsating
hole, sending a wave of lust surging through my sweating body. With a soft
moan I turned to face him. "Stand up, about turn, then bend over and grasp
your ankles," I ordered. Northcott obeyed and waited, breathlessly,
lustfully, knowing his arse was about to be ripped apart by two rigid big
cocks. I indicated to the patiently waiting Rimmer to join us. It was time
for us to get to work on this airman's exciting arse. As we bent forward
Northcott must have felt our hot breaths against his ear, our arms taking
up positions either side of his shoulders and legs. Pressing my burning
lips against his neck, nuzzling his right ear and cheek, I whispered, "OK,
lover boy, don't fight it."

He felt the firm pressure of my swollen cock in his arse crack as it leaked
pre-lube into the small of his back.  He was panting as if he was a thirsty
dog but his was due to pure and simple anticipatory lust. My almost out of
control cock pressed ever more urgently against him, searching for his fuck
hole, animal heat against quivering receptive flesh. He could wait no
longer. He drove his hips backward against me as I manoeuvred my pulsating
rod against his hole. He pushed hard against me and squealed, a mouse under
the paws of a playful cat, as my rigid cock broke through into his love
chute. He arched upwards to meet the pleasure pain of my throbbing rod. The
thick heavy manhood thrust deep into his guts as I gave a fierce, soul
shattering stroke. My weapon knew what it wanted and was going to take it,
by force and right of conquest. My muscular hands wrapped themselves around
his ravaged body fondling, squeezing his tits, his balls, tugging at the
wiry pubic hair encircling the base of his cock, as I humped my arse and
raped him. I drove on faster, thrusting my cock deeper into his body with
every stroke. Rimmer had come back and was standing beside me, his cock
rampant and dripping pre-cum on to the bed. My solid joint of cock meat
rammed unmercifully into Northcott's arsehole, so deeply it made him even
randier, made him gasp for rasping, shuddering intakes of breath. He
twisted and moaned, impaled on my relentless man weapon, every smack of my
hips against his tailpiece forcing a whimpering groan from his dry lips. I
was frantically busy now, slamming all I had up his chute. My sweaty chest
glided along his sweaty back; he could hear his own muffled sobs and yowls
echoing off the tiled walls of the cell. He twisted, torqued, grunted,
moaned, all to no purpose - there was no way of escaping. I was too horny
to stop now; I was screwing a tight young arse like I could go on fucking
hot arsehole for eternity. Suddenly I let out a half stifled shout as I
felt my cum racing up my shaft. I had to pull out before it detonated a
nuclear explosion in Northcott's arse. Now was the time to bring Rimmer
forward and suggest doing the double and the pause would give my equipment
time to reset itself, except for a small uninterrupted flood of pre-cum. I
lent over Northcott's shaking body and spoke into his ear. "OK cock lover,
turn over and lie on your belly, legs as far apart as you can get 'em, then
up into a kneeling position with your arse in the air. You're going to
enjoy the next bit of this evening's entertainment, I promise. You, my
little bum boy, are going to have two rampant, rigid horny cocks up you at
the same time." He moaned, but obeyed my instructions without protesting or
pleading for mercy.

The only unknown I had to keep track of was just how long Rimmer could go
on fucking. As for me, I can fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . endlessly
until something clicks in my head, as it just did, making me pull out of
one of the tightest young arseholes I'd experienced for some time. Looking
down at the man on the bed, he had his legs apart and his muscled tight
arse sticking up in the air. There is something about a tight young
arsehole being used, abused and, above all, being prepared to be double
fucked and double loaded with hot scorching jism ejaculated out of two
large burning cocks. From the way Brian Northcott had eagerly assumed the
position and was flooding the bed linen with his pre-cum, he wanted it,
badly. I turned to Rimmer, who was standing there with a devilish grin on
his face. "You ever double fucked a guy before, Elldon?" I enquired. He did
not speak, but nodded his head slowly as he increased his manipulation of
his balls. I could not resist making a joke in the worst possible taste and
said, "We're going to stuff this chicken and when we're ready to shoot our
loads, let's hold on to a chicken leg and pulll together!" He said, "Yeah,
bro, reminds me of an American airman I once had a fling with in the good
ol' US of A when I was over there on a NATO exercise. His expression was,
'OK bo', let's donkey the honky!'" I didn't stop to say so, but I did
admire Rimmer's attempt at a Bronx twang when he spoke.

Now, it may come as a surprise to those of you who would never dream of
doing anything so pervy as double fuck a guy to discover there is an
etiquette in such matters. As Rimmer's cock was about half an inch shorter
than mine and not so thick, so double fuck etiquette demanded he would join
in once my ten incher was lodged firmly in place. I gobbed a wad of saliva
on to the rim of Northcott's arse and spread it around to make my entry
easier. I also gobbed another wad on to my pulsating boner and spread
that. Slowly, I put the first two inches or so of my steel hard dick into
Northcott's arsehole. He raised his head, gasped and pushed back a little
against me to get my vibrating inches further in. I realised he was not in
the market for pussyfooting around, so I took a deep breath and
pushed. Inch by throbbing inch my cock head and shaft disappeared. Rimmer
was beating his meat harder and faster. Northcott groaned with pleasure as
he felt my juddering hot rod pushing into him. I lay still for a few
moments, then looked over at Rimmer, still beating his dick, and nodded. He
came over, climbed in between my spread legs and focussed his cock directly
at Northcott's hole. The feel of the hard head of Rimmer's cock against
mine made electric sparks flare all over my genitals and Northcott's arse
muscles to clamp together to keep our cocks firmly embedded. Rimmer slapped
the boy's arse cheeks once. "Relax" he growled. He slapped again,
twice. "Open up." The crown of his dick throbbed against my probe and
gained a hold on the ring of Northcott's arse. Rimmer began a slow slide,
shaft to shaft with mine, up the arsehole of the youth beneath us, until
the two cocks nestled together like friendly dogs. Our big hairy balls hung
wet with pre-lube and sweat, heavily loaded with the cum that some
faultless fucking would soon release.

There is one more thing the uninitiated must know about double fucking a
man. When two rampant cocks make their entry into the third arsehole it is
enough to harden three dicks even more and cause them to drip with
pre-seminal fluid. However, the entry - exciting as that may be - is
nothing compared to the nuclear reality of double fucking. Once positioned
and entered, the receiving arse is the ham in the sandwich. There is no way
it can get away from two big cocks thrusting, lunging, deeply ramming and
pounding in-and-out of a targeted arse. Experienced men like Rimmer and
myself had the timing down to a fine art. We fucked . . . fucked
. . . fucked . . . independently of each other, until we both agreed we
were ready to shoot our loads, then . . . we jointly rammed the full length
and thickness of our cocks all the way in, keeping them together to give us
the maximum pleasure while Northcott screamed in a mixture of pain and
ecstasy as his arsehole was fucked like it had never been fucked before. He
was crushed and suffocated between our heaving bodies with just enough
space to enable him to jerk himself off, his arsehole stuffed with our two
huge cocks still shooting nuclear sperm. Yeah, common sense may tell us all
kinds of psycho-babble about men's lust but nothing speaks louder to
seasoned double fuckers than a good double fuck . . . and this was one of
the best either of us had experienced for years.

* * * * *

4 - Learning Discipline

After Rimmer and I had recovered and Northcott had gone off to take a
shower, clean his body from our spillage and douche his arsehole, we lay
back on the bed that had been the stage for our outrageous obscene
production. I knew I would not be able to sleep as I was still on duty. It
was now about 02.00 and I still had another four hours or so before I could
go and get a long, hot, refreshing shower and some breakfast. Rimmer was
fast asleep, so I left him there and would wake him when the first shift
came on duty at 06.00. He would have time then to go back to Harrier Block,
get cleaned up, put on his uniform and march the men over to the Airmen's
Mess for breakfast. It really is a tough life for a Junior NCO.

I made the naked airman stand in front of me and spread his legs so that I
could gaze at his handsomely large flaccid cock. I looked directly at him
and said, quite calmly, "I'm going to have to teach you some discipline,
arse licker." I did not want him to forget the original sin he had
committed. "You are to remain where you are, in that position. Do you
understand?" He replied positively. "Good. I am now going to fetch a cloth
and some water for you to wash these walls down and get rid of those dried
spunk stains, and then the floor. When you have done that . . ."  Leaving
the sentence unfinished, I dressed quickly and left the cell, locking the
door behind me. Before I left the Guardroom I made a cursory check on the
sleeping men in the backroom - they were out for the count. I grabbed a
cloth from the kitchen area, picked up one of the water filled Fire buckets
and took them through to the cell. Brian had recovered sufficiently to be
sitting up on the edge of his bed, head hanging, an occasional sob making
his shoulders heave. He was still stark naked and had obviously not even
thought of getting himself dressed and decent.

"Right you, clean this fucking mess up - and do it thoroughly. You have ten
minutes, then I'll be back to inspect." His tear streaked face looked up at
me.

"Please, corporal, I've never let another man do that to me before. Don't
tell anyone, please!"

"That was just a taster. You enjoyed it." He opened his mouth to deny my
statement. "Shut it! You could easily have stopped us if you'd wanted
to. You just love man to man sex. So do Corporal Rimmer and I. Now get
cleaning!"

Leaving him to it, I went back to retrieve my sacred Bag of Goodies. I
delved into it, recovered a small transformer and plugged it into a wall
socket. It had a long lead, long enough to reach through to the occupied
cell. It had three connections on the front, into two of which I plugged
two long wires with alligator clips on the ends. The third long wire ended
in a tiny button. I flipped the unit on and it made a soft buzzing
sound. Taking the transformer with me I marched back to the cell, where my
prisoner was on his hands and knees, scrubbing furiously at rapidly drying
semen which had splattered on to the floor. He looked up as I approached,
my faintly purring device grabbing his attention. He took one look and his
body arched with fear as he guessed my intent.

"Now, Brian, I told you we didn't want to hurt you. Didn't you find it
pleasurable when we both fucked your arsehole - together?" Brian just kept
gazing in terror at the gently humming apparatus in my hand. He suddenly
let out a yell. "HELP!" I lowered my voice to an almost silent whisper and
said, "Brian, no-one is going to hear you. I will have to punish you if you
persist and do not remain quiet and obedient. My punishments are not that
bad though, and most folk grow to love them. Now get back on that bed and
lie down." I waited as he obeyed the command. I walked over to the bed and
leaned over him. I ran my hands over his chest, back and forth over each of
his nipples. Placing the transformer on the bed, out of his reach, I
grabbed a nipple with each hand, pinching and pulling on them; they began
to harden and become erect. I took one in my mouth and ran my tongue around
the raised nipple, sucking and biting on it. Brian bucked up and down so
hard I almost ended up with a split lip! I repeated this treatment on the
other nipple until both were hard and red. I spread some spittle on his
right nipple and clipped one of the wires to it. I did the same to his left
nipple and hooked up the other wire. I stood up and spoke in a harsh and
icy voice. "It is time, SAC Northcott, you learnt how to behave as an
airman." I pressed the small button on the end of the third wire. His back
arched up off the bed and he screamed, "Aarrghh! Jeeeez!" until I took my
finger off the button.

Brian fell back and lay still on the bed, panting and groaning. Beads of
sweat dotted his forehead, his pecs; a line of curly wet hair ran down the
centre of his chest, stopping just above his belly. His armpits were wet
and curly with sweat. I could smell him from where I stood. I bent over and
ran my tongue over one of his steaming armpits. He tried to twist away from
me, jerking up and down, yelling, "I'm going to report you when I get
loose." I pushed the button I held in my hand for a second and watched his
muscles flex as the current tickled his throbbing red nipples once
more. His thick dick rose once more in all its majesty. I pressed my face
into the soft fur of his armpit and deeply inhaled his musky scent. I
sucked, licked and ran my tongue through the soft hairs. I sent another
surge of electricity through his nipples each time he tried to resist me. I
sucked and licked his other armpit, this time meeting with no
resistance. He lay still on the bed, whimpering occasionally like a small
child.

I now turned my attention to the fine golden-brown hairs on Brian's
legs. My hand gently stroked as I bent over and planted a little kiss on
the calf of his right leg. He did not move. I quickly undressed once more
and got up on to the bed to straddle Brian's waist. I felt his furry cock
hair against my arse, tickling my balls as they rested on it. He began
cursing me again. He had to be taught the error of his ways, so I tickled
each of his nipples slightly and pulsed some more power through them. I ran
my finger down the curly wet hairs in the centre of his chest, brought the
finger up to my mouth and tasted his saltiness. I lay down on Brian with my
rampant cock pressed against one of his strong legs, shocking him with a
bolt from the transformer when he endeavoured to rebel. I put my tongue in
his navel and slowly ran the tip of my tongue up the line of sweat dampened
hair in the centre of his chest. Unhooking one of the alligator clips from
a nipple I chewed on the swollen red nub. Brian arched on the bed as if I
had sent another surge of electricity through him. I bit down on his nipple
and placed the alligator clip against his armpit and pressed the button. He
groaned deeply in his sexy voice. I clipped both wires to each of his
armpits. "Tell me to suck your nipples," I said. "Fuck you!" he growled. I
pressed the button quickly several times and felt his body spasm beneath
me. "Tell me to suck your nipples!" I repeated, more harshly this
time. Brian breathed heavily. "Suck . . . Aahhh!" I pressed the button
repeatedly again and then left off. "Suck my . . . Noooo! Aahhh!" he
screamed. I gladly obliged and began to suckle the hard red points. I
placed my hands on each of his strong shoulders and massaged them, sucking
his nipples, tickling the curly wet hairs of his armpits and giving them
electric shocks whenever he tried to disobey or resist. Running my free
hand through his pubic hair I gently tugged at the hair on his scrotum. He
struggled. I tickled his armpits again with electricity

"Brian, ask me to stroke your cock hair."

"Please stroke my cock hair," he muttered. I shot a bolt of the current
through his armpits.

"That is not correct. You must say, "Please stroke my cock hair, SIR!"

"Please stroke my cock hair, Sir!" he groaned.

My hand gently stroked his pubic hair, then grabbed a handful and tugged it
- hard. He yelped. I moved my hand to caress his cheek, then ran it along
his jawline. His face was so beautiful despite his fear and distress I had
to kiss him. "Ask me to kiss you," I commanded, sending juice through his
armpits. He spasmed and arched the muscles in his strong hairy
arms. "Please kiss me, Sir!" he repeated with a note of genuine need
colouring his voice. "That is much better. You are learning discipline
well, airman. Now I'm going to really kiss you. I want you to kiss me back
and I want you to enjoy it." I emphasised the word 'enjoy' with a brief
pulse of electricity. He offered no resistance as I kissed him, spreading
his lips with my tongue. His eyes were tightly closed and his mouth
remained motionless. His muscled arms twitched as I zapped his armpits. He
began to move his tongue around and lick at mine as it probed his
mouth. His hairy legs felt good against mine, his chest was good to lie
on. Eventually the kiss had to end and I got off the bed. I sent an
electric shock into each of the tufts of fur in his armpits as I cupped his
testicles, squeezing them slightly, inducing a low groan from deep in his
chest. Brian's balls rolled around in their ball sac, spread out on the
bed. Most guys don't have much hair - if any - on their scrotums, but Brian
was different. His balls were covered with a layer of soft fine hairs. The
soft fur on his chest travelled from his navel in a gradually thinning line
down to his pubic region, spreading out again in dense, curly cock
hair. Brian's outsize cock was uncut and lay limply between his outspread
balls, the head having retreated into its foreskin. I moved the alligator
clips from Brian's armpits back to his nipples. He sighed, helplessly, "Oh,
no!" I sent a good bolt from the transformer to re-awaken his nipples to
remind him I was still The Boss.

I got off the bed and went back to my sacred Bag of Goodies, returning with
a tube of KY jelly and a small, lifelike rubber dildo. When Brian saw the
dildo he became agitated and tried to jerk free. I sent several short jolts
of current into his nipples, watching his athletic body flex with each
press of the button. This caused his scrotum to tighten, pulling his large
hairy balls up close to his body. Grabbing Brian by the waist I slid him
down the bed and sat between his legs. I lifted them, bending them slightly
at the knee. I squeezed about an inch of the KY and put it on the tip of
the dildo. I sent a long surge of electricity through Brian's hard red
nipples and asked him what I should do. "Let me go!" he yelled. Electricity
again tensed the muscles in his chest. "Brian, I want to show you how good
this feels. You know you love anal sex." Directly in front of me was a stud
on his back, hairy legs bent at the knees and spread apart. I had a
spectacular view of his cock, balls and hairy arse crack, his sculpted
chest, his armpits with their curly hair. I love hairy men and boy, was
this man hairy! His arse was almost as hairy as his legs and many short
hairs grew out of his arse crack. I could not resist running my index
finger down that woolly arse crack. He tried to scoot away from me, but I
punished his nipples and that stopped him. I roughly dragged him back down
on to the bed, bent his knees and spread open his crack with my left
hand. I do not mind admitting I was beginning to get annoyed with this
bugger so I picked up the dildo with my right hand and touched it to his
pink arsehole. His sphincter puckered even more tightly closed. I shocked
Brian's nipples and ordered him to open his anus. He groaned and it relaxed
slightly. I touched it with my index finger a second time, causing it to
contract tightly again - voila! I shocked his nipples, again. I had to
continue doing this several times until he gave up and accepted my finger
touching him without his arsehole closing as tightly as possible. I spread
another dab of KY on to his tiny pink rosebud. I touched his hole and
gently massaged it back and forth with the dildo, giving his arse time to
get used to its feel. My cock was painfully erect by now, aching to be
doing the job that the rubbery imitation cock was doing.

"Senior Aircraftman Northcott, relax! . . . and that's an order!" I
yelled. A deep moan emanated from within him as I pushed the rubber dildo
harder and harder against his arsehole. My order was obviously doing no
good, but I did not feel that he was deliberately resisting me but was
simply unaccustomed to relaxing his sphincter muscles. "Pretend you're
trying to shit a really big turd and this will go a lot easier on you." He
took a deep breath and grunted, his arse cheeks opened and his sphincter
relaxed slightly. I immediately shoved the dildo hard and fast into his
semi-relaxed arse and almost got it past the sphincter. He screamed loudly
and tried to close his legs. I electrified his nipples once more and felt
his arse grab down on the dildo when I pressed the button. I applied
pressure harder and harder, eventually seeing the dildo beginning to
move. I felt it give and knew that the ridge of its cock head had made it
past his sphincter. I slowly pushed the dildo into his arse about another
inch and then pulled it back an inch. His head moved from side to side and
he groaned for me to stop. I began slowly fucking the dildo into his arse
further and further and he moaned with each inward thrust of the dildo,
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" tossing his head from side to side, whimpering
with delight. His scrotum relaxed as I ran my tongue all over and around
his large nuts and sucked first one then the other of his hairy plum sized
testes into my mouth. Inserting the dildo as far into his arse as I could,
I began to wiggle it as I sucked his balls. He grunted loudly and turned
his head from side to side as his soft cock pulsed rapidly towards erection
with each beat of his heart. His "Ohhh! Ohhh!" suddenly changed to an
"Aaaeeeeee!" as I pressed the button to send an electric shock through his
distended red nipples, making his arse tighten down on the dildo and the
muscles in his chest to flex. He bucked up off the bed for a second. His
rapture was becoming too much so I decided to inhibit it with a stronger
dose of pain - and it worked, his cock drooping with the shock. He begged
me to continue working on him with the dildo.

"Oh Gordon, that felt so good. I never knew a man could do that to another
man. Please do it again."

"You want me to do it again?"

"Yes! Oh, yes! PLEASE, please fuck my arse!"

"NO! You repulsed me and did not believe me when I told you I was going to
show you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. I will think about doing it
again but first you're going to give me pleasure."

"Oh, I want to pleasure you! What do you want of me, Gordon? I'll do
anything, no matter how crude, how filthy, how . . ."

"Well first, SAC Northcott, let us see just how hard we can persuade your
man size cock to get."

I brusquely massaged his hairy balls, pulling savagely on them, gradually
increasing the pressure. His scrotum had relaxed and I could hold each ball
separately and roll them around in my hands. Northcott squirmed with
horniness as his cock jumped, and leapt, and rapidly hardened, growing
longer and thicker, thicker and longer. As it filled with blood it heaved
itself off his stomach. I shook the dildo which was still stuck deep up his
arse. His cock surged upright, fully erect, rising majestically out of its
bed of curly pubic hairs to its maximum of at least ten inches! I let go of
the dildo, leaving it up his arse, and examined the young airman's
cock. "Oh my God! That really is big and thick!" I exclaimed. His only
response was an imploring "Suck me, please!" At last, this boy was
appreciating the benefits of man to man sex. I slid the fingers of my right
hand through his soft curly pubic hair, grabbed hold of his throbbing prick
and continued to massage his balls with my left. I slid my right hand
upwards on his cock then roughly dragged my hand downwards, fully exposing
his congested purple-red cock head and its associated ridge. Putting my hot
tongue against his man meat, I ran it around his helmet and across his piss
slit, licking up pre-cum as it went. Slowly, I sucked his solid military
cock into my mouth and jerked my head up and down. "Ohhh, yesss! Suck me!!"
Northcott almost screamed. His groans and grunts increased in intensity,
hips thrusting his cock hard against the back of my throat. I could sense
he was not far off from cumming so I wrapped my hand around his balls,
pulling his hairy scrotum as far down as it would stretch. He thrust
upwards off the bed until he was supported only on his shoulders and the
soles of his feet. Squeezing tighter, I pulled harder on his ball bag with
each thrust. He screamed with pain and continued to jerk on the bed. I
hauled even harder on his ball bag, releasing his cock from my mouth and
leaving him thrusting helplessly into the empty air, howling with agony as
I excruciatingly stretched his scrotum further. "Very good, SAC Northcott,"
I said, quickly whipping my hand away from his scrotum, allowing his
tortured balls to fall heavily and achingly painfully on top of the dildo
still embedded up his arse. "Aaagh! That hurt like shit! Why'd you squeeze
my nuts like that? My cock is so hard and my bollocks feel like they've
been castrated. For fuck's sake, make me cum! Make my balls stop throbbing!
They hurt so much!" I sat still, unmoved by his cries, staring unblinkingly
at him. "Fucking suck me off, you bastard Snowdrop!" There it was, he had
uttered the forbidden word. Snowdrop. I picked up the transformer, pushed
the tiny button and sent myriads of lightning bolts into both
nipples. Every muscle in his body seemed to flex as his balls tightened
further and drew closer to his body for protection. "It is now time for you
to pleasure me, SAC Northcott," I said.

Grasping his hot throbbing man-piece I started to stroke it back and forth
across my nipples as I masturbated my cock with my other hand. I scoured
his hairy legs with my solid cock and enjoyed the sensation of many tiny
hairs tickling my leaking cock slit. I stood up, leant forward, licked tiny
droplets of sweat off the centre of my quarry's chest, and followed up by
pressing my face into the curly wet hairs in his armpits and inhaled his
musky male scent and licked up the salty sweet nectar of his young
manhood. I enquired if my services felt good and received a "Yes, oh! yes."
This encouraged me to investigate further and taking my throbbing dick out
of his mouth I asked, "Does my cock taste good?" He replied with fervour,
"Yes! Jesus H Christ, I want to suck your cock for ever!" I chuckled. "Suck
my armpit first!" I ordered and thrust my dick back into his mouth. I leant
over him with the wet, dark blond fur of my armpit just touching the tip of
his nose. His hairy chest heaved as he inhaled my scent into his lungs. I
rested on his pecs, placing my wet armpit hair over his mouth. His tongue
reached for my furry pit as he hungrily licked and sucked at me. Clambering
up on to the bed, I disconnected the clips from his nipples and straddled
his hair covered chest. I vigorously rubbed my distended cock head back and
forth over his soft lips while his tongue licked greedily at the underside
of my rampant cock. "Open your mouth," I ordered and shoved my cock down
his throat. He gagged but natural reflex enabled him to acquire the art of
cock sucking almost instantly. Not bothering to slowly introduce him to the
joys and arts of oral sex, I fucked his mouth as if I was afraid I'd never
have sex again.

As I did not want to waste my load by shooting too soon, after a while I
stopped pumping. My boy ran his tongue all round my silky cock head and
began sucking on it. I could not resist and resumed pumping his mouth and
throat once more - harder, faster, my testes slapping against his chin,
until I could not stand the build-up of tension any longer. I pulled my
throbbing cock from his mouth and frantically rubbed the tip of my aching
shaft against his tender lips. I growled deeply, took a shuddering breath
and dumped my wad all over his face. Large, thick pearly globs of cum
exploded out of my pulsating cock, sticking to Brian's forehead, eyebrows,
cheeks and his hair. He opened his mouth and I shot five or six more loads
as I pumped my cock with my hand. Drops of jism slid into his gaping,
greedily grasping mouth, on his lips, all over his chin, which was
beginning to need a shave. The odour of hot sperm and musky male bodies
filled the air. He moaned with delight, licking the creamy droplets of my
sperm from his lips and looked deeply into my eyes. I pressed my lips to
his and gave him a real kiss for the first time that night. Sliding my
mouth up and over his face, I licked off the large pearly globs of sperm
that were still clinging to his hair. My cream tasted salty and coated the
surface of my tongue. I kissed him repeatedly and permitted his tongue to
explore mine as we feasted on my jism. "Suck my cock again, please!"
implored the impassioned man beneath me. "My balls are throbbing, please
make me cum!" he begged.

* * * * *

5 - Next, Please!

His cock was solidly erect, visibly pulsing and jerking with the forceful
strength of his lecherous erection. I moved between his legs; taking hold
of the dildo still jammed up his arse I pushed it in and out as if he was
being energetically fucked by the largest human cock in existence. He
groaned in his depravity and thrust his arse against the dildo. I pushed
the dildo even deeper and faster several times, pulling it out as far as
the head then driving it back into his anal channel. He lunged back and
forth to the rhythm of my thrusts. When I yanked the dildo out of his hot,
hairy arsehole he yelped and thrust his throbbing cock into the air,
beseeching me to fuck him. Being quick on the uptake, I did not miss the
word he had used so I squeezed a large globule of KY on my long middle
finger and tickled his arsehole with it. He repeatedly moaned the words,
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" over and over - the allegedly straight boy wanted a gay
man to fuck him - SUCCESS! My middle finger still had a coating of lube on
it so I inserted it in his arse, sliding it quickly in and out . . . in and
out . . .  His cock had been throbbing hard for at least an hour and I knew
he must have a terrible case of blue balls by now; having kept my pet
airman hard and horny for so long I knew his balls must be throbbing. Just
what I had been waiting for.

I grasped his hairy nuts with my free hand and squeezed. He screamed loud
and long. If only he knew how many times I'd watched hot studs like him,
wanting them, not being able to have them, my balls aching so badly from
having a super hard-on but not being able to do anything about it to
relieve the tension in my groin . . . there was only one thing left for me
to teach him. I inserted my finger into his chute as deep as it would go
and searched until I found his prostate. Bending my finger, I rubbed his
semen producing gland, driving him close to crazy with pain and
lasciviousness. I toyed with his prostate and - with the other hand -
stroked his tender, tormented balls, enjoying his agony knowing he would
find no way to alleviate the lustful urgency burning his groin. A rivulet
of clear pre-seminal fluid glistened as it oozed from his cock slit,
gathered on the tip of his cock head and streamed down his oscillating
shaft. I got off the bed, took another item out of my sacred Bag of Goodies
and returned to the bed. I positioned myself between his legs, bringing
with me a special butt plug. When I roughly seized and lifted his throbbing
bollocks out of the way he screamed, writhing with searing pain. Squeezing
more KY on to and around his arsehole I pushed the butt plug into him. It
had been specially adapted for me by one of my regulars, who just happened
to be an electrician. He had fitted two electrical contacts to it, to which
I now hooked the alligator clips I had used earlier to fry Northcott's
nipples. I turned the knob on the transformer to increase the power
output. Next, I squeezed another large amount of lube into my palm, rubbing
my hands together. "Tell me when you're going to cum," I said. "Yes, oh,
yes!" moaned the youth beneath me. By now, every nerve and sinew in his
body must have been crying out, "We need sex! For God's sake, make him
cum!"

Taking his throbbing, swollen cock in my hand I slowly and gently stroked
the thickly veined shaft with a delicate up and down motion, taking time
out now and then to lick his distended glans and lightly mouth his aching
blue balls. Feral primeval grunts and squeals came from somewhere deep
within him. I continued to use my hand on his dripping cock as his tongue
flicked lizard-like across his lips. Leaning forward I took his manhood
into my mouth and down my gullet, continuing to deep throat his cock, my
head bobbing up and down like a cork in a turbulent tea cup. He thrust his
hips in time with my rhythm, fucking my mouth and throat. "Oh, YES! I'm
cumming - NOW!!" he screamed. I popped his cock out of my mouth and pumped
on it fast with my lubed hand. I grabbed the cable carrying the switch
button as I jacked him off faster and faster. "Oh . . . Oh . . . OHHHH!"
Then in short bursts, "ahh . . . ahh . . . ahh . . ." He was waiting until
his jism could not be held back a moment longer. I continued my rough
masturbation of his cock, squeezing it harder to give him more feeling. "Oh
. . . ahh . . . ahh . . . I'm cummmmm . . .!" he bellowed. At that precise
moment, the decisive point, I held his cock at its base, at a 45 degree
angle, aiming towards his face, and pressed the button to activate the
electric butt plug. Screaming a wild scream of pleasure mingled with pain,
his backside lifted off the bed, his ball sac tightening and his steel hard
cock twitching vigorously in my hand. A flow of thick white sperm exploded
from the distended crown of his cock, landing in viscous white globs which
stuck to the fur all over his chest and his needing-a-shave face. His spunk
continued in an unflagging white stream for several seconds. It was as if
he was pissing rather than shooting his load.

When the stream of thick white sperm finally stopped, I released the
button. He crashed back on to the bed, clearly close to exhaustion. I put
his still powerfully throbbing cock into my mouth and sucked the delicious
final droplets of his man juices from his cock head. I heard him give a
long, shuddering sigh of satisfaction and looked at him. He had passed out
in his ecstasy. I slowly dressed, gently removed the butt plug from his
hole, unhooked my magic box of tricks and quietly left him in his cell,
sleeping the dreamless sleep of a man sexually satiated. I left him
sleeping for the remainder of the night, until an hour or so before the
Orderly Sergeant arrived for Defaulters Parade. By then, the guards and
fire picket lads were all awake anticipating the end of their spell of duty
and breakfast at the Airmen's Mess. Brian Northcott was still soundly
asleep, a child-like smile hovering around his lips. Gazing down at him,
all my lust and craving for him returned. Thrusting such thoughts away I
decided to wake him up. The next few minutes would be critical: either he
would turn out to be the most conformist heterosexual that ever lived and
would threaten to kill or report me, or else he was going to abandon his
philandering with the opposite sex and embrace man-to-man sex games ever
after. I tapped him lightly on the cheek and woke him up. He opened his
eyes and said, "That was the most fantastic sex I've ever had. Thank you."
I breathed again. Somehow, I had known Brian was going to be OK.

I told Brian I would not press charges against him concerning the incident
behind the NAAFI building the evening before but only if he gave me the
name of the other guy, the one who had scampered away. He briefly
hesitated, then gave me the man's name. To my astonishment it turned out to
be Andy Taylor, Corporal Rimmer's right hand man in Harrier Block. I
recalled there had been salacious rumours about those two and they had
jointly acquired the tag "the bumboys". I reassured Brian that when the
time came I would say that the night had been very dark and the NAAFI
Manager, when asked, admitted he could not have seen clearly what was going
on. The young lady who had allegedly been present had been nowhere near the
supposed incident, having gone home at least an hour earlier.

When I saw a glimmer of hope on his face I said, "Now, what about you, you
fabulous cock sucking airman. I will spin a believable yarn about you
having had a drink too many and, not being used to it, had been a bit
cranky. I will testify that I had been called out to investigate curious
goings on behind the NAAFI and when I saw the state you were in, I brought
you back to the Guardroom and put you in a cell for the night, just for
your own safety. You will probably get seven days CB (confined to
barracks), but that will be better than a Court Martial and probably being
discharged from the Service for having your tongue up another guy's
arsehole!" He thanked me in the only way he could - by giving me a quick
blow job before the day began in earnest. He and I had plenty of fun over
the next few days until, one morning as I was going off duty, I saw Andy
Taylor - the young man whose name Brian had given me - coming out of one of
the barracks (not Harrier Block) looking very pleased with himself and with
his arm around another young airman's shoulders. . . . . .

Laurie, 10/02/17.