Date: Sat, 22 May 2004 08:02:06 +0000
From: Randy Dragon <naughtydragon69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Teaching Big Bro A Lesson (Part 5)

This story is fiction.  Should the characters in this story even remotely
bare similarities to any real person, living or dead,  it was purely
accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences.

This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate, sometimes
violent sex.
If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or
location,then please don't. If you are offended by such acts of sexuality
between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior
discussed in this story.  It was written strictly as a form of entertainment
and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what
the hell they are doing.


Teaching Big Bro A Lesson (Part 5)


His sore throat was filled with salty gooeyness. He was somehow floating in
midair, his spreadeagled body suspended from chains attached to his now numb
arms and legs. A hefty column of meat stuffed his mouth and throat, making
it hard to breathe.

It took some immense effort to finally open his eyes. His blurry vision was
filled with a pair of hairy ass cheeks while his head was trapped between to
sweaty muscular legs. His nose was filled with the with musky scent of a
heavy set of balls, swinging from the underside of the meaty dick, which
made him gag.

While his world was still in turmoil, his ass was sore too, but the pain was
somehow wrapped in a layer of sheer lust. He realized that he was being
fucked. Horror made him wake from his stupor. His lean body arched while he
struggled desperately to free himself.

"Yeah fight it, boy I like it when they struggle," the big man in a biker
uniform who was impaling him on his man's tool was laughing.

Rafe was still high. The drug raging in his system turned him on and held
him semi-conscious, however slowly he managed to put the shattered pieces of
his memory together. He and his brother Blake had tried to jump that fuckin'
marine, but it had turned out bad, really bad. The soldier had forced a
motherfuckin' load of coke up the college hunk's nose, rendering the
Quarterback helpless and left him sucked by some old buggers who could only
dream having a muscular young hunk like Blake for their desires. To complete
his revenge on the brother's the soldier had drugged Rafe with a shot in his
buttock and left him dangling in a sling at the mercy of a gang of bears.

Rafe gagged when he had to swallow the load of the man fucking his mouth.
Anotherone readied himself to take the place of the spent hunk.

"Nno, listen, don't do that, I .. I," Rafe gasped desperately.

"What is it punk?", a brawny man in a cop's leather uniform asked him while
unzipping his pants.

"I ... I am HIV pos," Rafe stammered.

"Holy shit, what the fuck are ya' doing here!" the guy who was fucking him
pulled his dick out."The bloody punk has AIDS!"

"I don't believe it," another biker doubted," the boy 's just bluffin'".

"No I am not, I was just here for a drink. When I went for a piss, that
marine guy jumped me and put me up." Rafe urged seeing a chance to get away.

Finally,none of the hunky bears wanted to risk anything. They left him
dangling and it took again an hour, until he was freed by a waiter who came
looking for the yelling youth.

Rafe collected his clothes and went to look for his brother Blake.

The college athelete was on his fours. Still coked, he happily sucked the
dick of a man in his late sixties. His sexy buttocks closed firmly around a
guy, who - judging from the smell - was one of the many vinos who were
usually offering  blowjobs for some dollars to the visitors of the pub. This
time the bugger had scored high, getting a nice ass for free. Rafe watched
amused. The splashed cum between Balke's knees, was proof that the arrogant
Quarterback enjoyed his situation. Rafe who despised his brother as much as
Blake did him, considered for a moment leaving without his brother. But he
knew, that they would need every hand to get even with the powerful marine
sergeant.

"Come on Bro, time to leave..." with a sigh of regret he interrupted the hot
session.

When the lights of the Lanson Estate became visible in the pitch black
darkness of the night, Hank brought the Humvee to a stop. After the roaring
diesel engine had died with a gargling sound, the burly man and his vehicle
were swallowed by the background noise of humming and chirping insects and
the occasional sounds of animals hunting or being hunted in the night.

Now another dangerous predator prepared his hunt. Hank took his biker boots
off and discarded his jeans jacket. He peeled the tight jeans from his husky
body and slipped instead in his camo pants. With well-trained perfection,
black and green camouflage was applied to his muscular frame and finally to
his face. His naked feet disappeared in a pair of heavy combat boots. A rope
and some pairs of hand cuffs were completing his martial outfit.

He covered the remaining three kilometers to the farm by a brisk run. Hank
felt the warm air caressing his nipples protruding from the centers of the
heaving pecs, while he was jogging through the night. The rocky surface he
had to cross on his way was still radiating the heat of the summer day. This
and the exercise caused a thin film of sweat covering his naked torso and
his face. But apart from that, his trained body performed effortless,
without any sign of exhaustion. The sergeant grinned, imagining the
terrified surprise of the fags when he would appear unexpected. Hell, he
would teach those brats a lesson, they would never forget. Same as this
miserable punk and his college brother back at the pub had learned what it
meant to mess with a member of the Corps.

He flung his body over a white-painted wooden fence into a paddock. His
booted feet made almost no sound when he landed on a neately groomed piece
of lawn. The shape of some huge stable appeared on his right. The yard was
dimly lit by a small bulb. Hank's body melted with the shadow of the barn.
He scanned the area.

On his left were the lights of the farmhouse. Unlikely that Kyle was held
there, unless he would enjoy himself with Lanson's daughter.
Hank grinned when he felt a soft tingling twitch in his groin. Carefully
avoiding any sound he slipped inside the barn; here his foot steps were as
well silenced by a thin mat of hay covering the floor. The still air inside
was even hotter than on the outside, causing him now to sweat profoundly.
>From the adjacent stable he heard the neighing of some horses. Where was his
buddy Kyle?

Swooosh! With a well-trained swing, Joey threw a rope. Before the marine
could react the sling closed around his brawny rump trapping the muscular
biceps. A powerful pull from the stable boy and Hank's arms were securely
fixed at his sides.

"Fuck a duck!" Hank started to curse and tore at the rope. When he realized
that the sling was too tight he charged at Joey.

"Fuck you!" With an amazing speed he closed the distance to the ranch hand.
Joey stepped aside, thus allowing the fuming marine to pass. When the raging
hunk charged again, he quickly squatted escaping the direct collision.
Instead Hank stumbled over the hunched teen. He was still trying to regain
his balance, when Joey flung the end of the rope around his legs. With a
swift move, that Joey had trained at many rodeos when he had to rope a bull,
Hank's legs were catapulted in midair. A heap of 200 lbs. sweat-soaked
military muscle hit the ground.

"Aww, shit!" Hank yelled.

While Hank was still dizzy, Joey quickly wrapped a few coils of rope around
the wrists and ankles tying them firmly.Grunting like a tethered bull, Hank
struggled feverishly to free himself. Every tendon of his powerful body
strained.

Quickly dust and straw was sticking to the soldier's sweaty skin. Finally
the exertion took its toll and the exhausted marine collapsed panting on his
side.It was only now that Joey recognized the Sergeant under the camouflage
paint on his face. His eyes widened in surprise. How was this possible? How
could the guy have escaped from Rafe and Blake?

Joey kneeled down beside the brawny body. His hand moved between Hank's
thighs and squeezed the heavy balls through the fabric of the pants.

The marine started again a furious struggle to free himself.

" Untie me, faggot or I'll take you apart, I swear I kill ya, I ... mmmmnnooo
..mrrghh...", Hank's curses stopped when Joey closed his mouth with a kiss.
Despite Hank's wild writhing he could not prevent Joey from reaching behind
the waistband of his camos. Still playing with his tongue inside the
soldier's mouth, Joey got hold of the marine's dick.

His hand closed around the already semi-erect cock and started slow strokes.

A few minutes later he had forced the hunk to throw an impressive boner.
Gradually the fight had faded away and given way to a sequence of deep
growling grunts emanating from Hank's throat.

"Time to break you buddy," Joey grinned. He knew he had put the man in a
state of sexual agony, unable to resist. Joey drew a knife and cut the rope.
While Hank got tumbling up on his knees he mounted the marine and squeezed
the lean waist with his well-trained thighs.

Too late he realized that he had dearly underestimated his opponent. Hank -
far from being controlled -- grabbed the youngster's feet and threw him off
to the floor.

"Fuck! Nooooo!", Joey yelled in panic.

The young ranch hand was taken by complete surprise. In an instant, he was
wrestled to the ground. The heavy marine's body was pinning him firmly down
and so were his wrists, which were fixed in the iron grip of Hank's brawny
hands.

The Sergeant felt the muscular body beneath him writhing in desperation.
Joey's attempt to call for help was easily thwarted when a big hand closed
over his mouth, preventing him from shouting but as well from breathing.
In rising panic he put new effort in the hopeless fight to get free.
Struggling for air he barely noticed his T-Shirt being virtually shredded
from his body. His booted feet were looking for leverage and his legs were
kicking, while his now free hand delivered a first punch, which was blocked,
however, by Hank's biceps.

"Easy boy," Hank said calmly," if you cooperate I am not going to hurt you
...".

Joey's struggling stopped and his body fell limp.

" You won't shout, will ya?" Hank still kept his hand over the cowboy's
mouth.

"Mmm....mmmpf," Joey nodded feebly.

Hank released his hand and the young man took a deep breath.

"You!? What do you want from me?," Joey gasped.

"You are going to tell me where to find my buddy Kyle and than I am going to
teach you fags a lesson for life," Hank's voice sounded menacing.

"Hey man, that was all Taylor's idea, I swear, I never did any harm to
Kyle," Joey pleaded.

Hank got up. Standing squarely he glowered down on the visibly afraid
cowboy.
"Get up and show me the way!" he ordered.

Joey was now on his knees. Looking up at the burly soldier he continued to
beg.
"Please don't hurt me, man. It was a joke. I'm telling ya ... just a joke."

As if absent-minded his hands got hold of the broad belt holding the
marine's camos.
Joey checked for any sign of objection, but Hank was just glaring down.

Joey's hands traveled around the Sergeant's waist and grabbed the tight
buttocks through the canvas. His face was

buried in Hank's groin and the ranch hand was more the aware of the
soldier's musky man's smell, when he felt the hardening dick under his mouth
and nose.

He rather sensed than saw that Hank's head lolled back.

An instant later the belt was opened and the pants down to the ankles.

Hank realized with amazement that the younger man managed to take all the
length of his fast hardening shaft down his throat.

"Yes, suck it!" he hissed while watching the young cowboy through half-shut
eyes.

Joey felt the big blue vein encircling the meaty dick pulsing at the tip of
his tongue. He tried to gather as much spit as possible and roamed the
throbbing shaft up and down. Moaning and slurping filled the barn, while
Joey hang on to Hank's groin for dear life. His fingers were cupping the
marine's flexing ass cheeks and were slowly, carefully moving towards the
sweaty cleft.

Without stopping the tongue bath he was applying to the grunting hunk, Joey
looked up to check, if he had managed to turn the big guy on.

His blue eyes met Hank's green Irish eyes and when he did not discover any
objection he let his right hand slip between the Sergeants butt cheeks. The
tip of his index finger was slowly caressing the tight unconquered
sphincter.

Joey knew, that he could not dare to enter -- yet, but he was confident that
the muscular marine would allow a little bit of teasing.

His hope was confirmed. After a short moment Hank's body tensed The soldier
gave in to indulge the tingling sensation.

Joey moved his left hand under the heavy set of balls and started to rub his
palm in circular motions into the sweaty hairy nutsac.

The army cock inside his throat responded with a wild twitch.

"Oooh yeah, sucker, that f-feels fantastic," Hank moaned softly. His knees
started to tremble.

Joey's confidence was rising. He had the big bull where it counted and as
long as he was horny as hell, he wouldn't beat him up. Assuming that the
marine would agree to some rougher play he squeezed the golf ball sized
testicles deftly and pressed the tips of his fingers against the small area
of skin between the nut sac and the ass.

Hank's knees buckled. He closed his hands firmly behind the ranch hand's
head and forced the young cowboy to take his pulsing man's meat up to the
hilt.

Joey did not stop for a second. His fingers both at the anus and behind
Hank's balls started a vibrating rhythm, sending hot shockwaves into the
hunks sexual system.

"Ff-uuck! Urrgh" Hank hollered when he couldn't bear the weight of his heavy
body any longer. The sweaty mass of marine muscle collapsed right on top of
Joey, who held tightly to Hank's buttocks and tried to keep his mouth around
the throbbing dick.

Hank landed on his hands, burying the young cowboy's head under his waist.
Instinct took over and he started to hump the younger man's throat in a
frenzy.

"Huh ... huh ... huh," he was hollering,"yeah,faggot, fuck - you are gooood ...
here it cummmmzz!"

His whole body convulsed out of control. Hot salty cum was erupting from the
dick head deep in Joey's throat. He spanked the quivering buttocks in order
to intensify the groaning hunk's ecstasy.

"Ahhh ... yeah hit me boy," Hank rasped, while another load of cum was gushing
from his man's tool.

He finally wanted to withdraw, when Joey surprised him by digging his finger
nails deep into his butt cheeks. The muscular youngster held him in a firm
embrace and sucked the sensitive, still hard dick in order to get the last
drop of cum.

Hank jerked wildly in the aftermath of his climax. He finally ended on his
back. The hay was stinging at his bubble butt. Joeys head was still bobbing
up and down his shaft, making his broad back arch, when the tongue was
gliding over the swollen dick head.

He covered his eyes with his forearm and tried to slow down his breathing in
order to regain his senses.

Joey got up and looked down at the prone hunk. The camo pants trapped his
ankles and were somehow wrapped around the combat boots. The face partly
hidden under one arm and the upper body where covered with camouflage which
was slowly melting away and mixing with the sweat that the sexual workout
had produced so far. He was amazed to realize the rock

hard pole standing ready at attention in a purplish colour, in contrast to
the white skin of the narrow waist that typically for members of the Corps
had hardly seen any tanning sun.

Quickly Joey took off his working boots and his jeans. He hunched over the
marine trapping the waist between his muscle-packed thighs, which he had
developed in so many rodeos and during his work with the horses at the
ranch. He seized the marine's dick and guided it between his melon shaped
ass cheeks. There was sufficient saliva, cum and sweat to make it slip up
his chute in an instant.

"Wh-at?" Hank asked startled as he realized that he was about to be ridden.

"Relax man," Joey grinned while he started to slide up and down Hank's
rod,"let me do the work now."

Hank, however, had no intention to leave the initiative to the cowboy. When
Joey leaned forwards to kiss the soldier he was caught in a feverish
embrace. Hank's powerful arms closed behind his back. The young man was
pushed up when the Sergeant moved his knees up, gaining leverage for his
booted feet.
Joey couldn't believe how the soldier was able to recover so quickly. But he
was not willing to give up without a fight. He closed his thighs tight
around the marine's waist and pushed the muscular hunk down as he would
break a bronco.

"Mmmphh ...  mmmh ...urggh," animal like grunts filled the barn while the
tongues of the two men, now entangled in sweaty embrace, were fighting for
dominance. Teeth were colliding and lips were closing, trying to cut short
the other ones air supply.

Joey's body was glistening from sweat now as well. Young muscles were
rippling across his back and alongside his athletic body. He forced Hank's
head down to the floor, while assaulting the Hunk with a series of hot
aggressive kisses.

"Shit!" Hank groaned when his arms were forced above his head and pinned to
the floor. Pushing his feet down he arched his back in order to throw the
cowboy off. This, however, was a move that Joey knew only too well from the
many wild broncos he had tamed. Smiling he allowed the marine to raise his
waist as high as he could until Hank's body rested only on his shoulders and
his feet. Realizing that fruitlessness of his attempt the Sergeant lowered
his body for another push.

Joey let him spoil his energy, moving up and down inline with Hank's
desperate thrusts. Than when he sensed a first weakness he closed his thighs
trapping the arched body in midair.

The whole weight of Joey's husky body was now on Hank's shoulder blades,
while the grip around his waist made it hard to breath.
Being an experienced fucker, Hank continued to fuck Joey's ass by undulating
and flexing his hips.

The rock hard cock was thrusting inside the ranch hand's ass and when it
finally hit his sensitive spot, a shudder ran through the tight young body.
Hank realized a hint of confusion in the blue eyes and grinned in triumph.
Getting used to the right angle, he scored again and again, while Joey
sensed the tingling sensations from his inside getting increasingly intense.

"No," he gasped when he felt his thighs losing their grip.

"Yes!" Hank triumphed when he felt Joey's resistance fade away. An instant
later the young cowboy found himself pinned with his back to the floor
forced into a kind of missionary position.

Hank impaled the cocky cowboy up to the hilt on his fuck tool.
"Aaaargh! You bastard!" Joey was howling. He was gradually losing control,
while Hank stimulated the young body with the experience of a well-versed
lover.

"Yes, yes, yes oh I'mmm cumminnnnnn," the younger man yelled totally
enthralled in the grip of his approaching orgasm.

Joey's as well impressive cock stood ready to shoot its load, when Hank with
a devilish grin closed his hand around the base of the pulsing organ.
The young cowboy's body jerked in wild spasms, when he was prevented from
the relief offered by the imminent climax.

"Fuck you! Urrgh!" Joey was thrashing helpless in Hank's grip. He was unable
to offer any resistance when he was forced to take Hank's rod now doggie
style. Hank taught the younger hunk a number of positions he had never
imagined possible, turning the rebellious youth into a docile bottom.

Finally he forced the panting youngster on his back, knees at the sides of
his head and his ass vulnerable high in the air. While Hank pumped another
load of his cum inside the moaning cowboy, the younger man erupted in a gush
of his own cum hitting his open mouth and forcing the whole load of his own
seed down his throat.

Later both man were embracing softly kissing each other, recovering from the
heat of their love-making.

"Would you like to see the horses", Joey asked almost shy.

"Sure, I guess Kyle can wait for a while," Hank grinned. Barechested the two
men walked side by side into the next stable. There was a seperate box for
each of the grunting horses. The animals recognized the cowboy and were
hoping for some sugar.

"They truly like sweets", Joey explained to the marine.

At the end of the aisle that separated the boxes they came to a rack about
5.3 ft. high. On top was a heavy wooden board about 3 inches thick and  2
ft. by 4 ft. ,covered with light brown leather.

"That's Daisy our phantom mare," Joey explained with a grin. "We are using
her to collect the jism from the studs. Ya' like to see?"

"Sure", Hank answered.

Joey walked to a wooden table and fetched a cylinder about 1.5 ft. long and
4 inches in diameter.
"That's the collector," he explained, "it's a jacket with a hollow wall,
like a huge condom. Smooth inside and a hard shell on the outside. Once the
stallion's dick is inside, warm water from the container in the base is
pumped up until the rubber fits snug around the dick. Than the base starts
to vibrate until the stud pops its load."

Joey pushed the cylinder in a socket at the front side of the rack.

Then, he brought a heavily snorting horse from a box nearby.

"Meet Hector," he introduced the pitch black beast. He sprayed a fine mist
from a yellow can at Hector's nose. The stallion reacted first with a
sneeze, but then it produced a remarkable pole of meat throbbing between the
hind legs.
"Pheromones to turn him on," Joey commented. The beast was now quite enraged
and the stable boy had to use all his muscles to control the struggling
animal.

"Hey give me a hand, will you?" Joey tossed a rope to Hank. Both sweating
finally managed to coax the stud horse to mount the rack. The hardening
monster dick sled inside the collector. The cylinder made a humming sound,
while the jacket closed neatly around the pulsing shaft.

Joey took a pink pill that looked like a marshmallow from a jar and went
behind the huffing and bucking animal.

Grinning he lifted the tail and with a swift move he inserted the pill in
the exposed asshole.

"They like that! It stimulates their prostrate, makes them absolutely
fuckin' horny." Joey laughed. A glance at the bulge that had developed at
the marine's crotch told him that Hector was not the only horny beast in the
stable.
Snorting and humping the stud horse shot a mighty load inside the collector.
Joey patted the back of the sweaty trembling animal.

"He needs to chill out in the corral ," Joey said," just give me 30 minutes
to rub him down, ok?"
"Take your time boy," Hank replied, " I won't run away."

No I bet you won't, Joey thought while he pulled Hector along the aisle
towards the stable gate. He gave the animal a playful smack on the back and
watched it rush away to the end of the corral. Then he went back, carefully
avoiding any noise.

Hank had watched in awe. The display of raw animal lust as well as the view
of powerful muscle play clearly got to him. The stallion and the marine had
much in common. Like the beast he was, enjoying sex whenever opportunity
occurred. He was well-endowed and always more than able to satisfy the urges
of his chicks.His dick was by nature certainly smaller in size, but his
technique was by far more elaborated and superior then the dumb animal which
was just eager to get milked as fast as possible.

Usually even the best whores couldn't endure his raw fucking for a long
time; he was wondering how it would feel to pound his dick into the
collector. With the device he could last as long as he wanted -- definitely
longer then the stupid animal that was wearing itself out in no time.
Male stud versus stud horse, yeah that was a competition he was made for.
Hank fetched a new collector and pushed it inside the rack. Watching over
his back to make sure that nobody was around he unbuttoned his camos. His
half hard cock popped out. He pushed his pants down to his ankles.

Hank spat inside the palm of his hand and started to jack his dick. The big
palm rubbed over the swelling mushroom of the dick head. Quickly the rod
rose to an impressive full erection. Holding his juicy balls in a firm grip,
he squeezed the throbbing shaft until a drop of clear pre-cum was oozing
from the gaping piss slit.To test the hardness, he bent the pole down and
let it flip back up against his six-pack abs. Satisfied with the result he
turned to mount the mare.

"Hi Daisy, meet your new stallion!" Hank grinned.

As the rack was made to accommodate a horse, he had to jump in order to get
on top of it. Joey could hardly avoid a chuckle, while he watched the hunky
man wriggling himself in position, slowly sliding his dick inside the
collector while his legs, still clad in the combat boots with the camos
around the ankles where dangling down.

Hank felt the device vibrating and a moment later his whole fuck-meat was
engulfed in an elastic but strong grip. The built-in pump filled the rubbery
jacket with warm water until the tube was nicely adjusted to the size of the
man's penis.

"Yeah, oh yeah" he grunted softly.

A moment later the base of the device started to buzz sending strong
vibrations through the engulfed dick.
"Fuck ... uhh," Hank felt hot and cold shudders running up and down his spine.
His dick was on fire in no time. Instinct made his hips buck, while
embracing the rack in an iron hold. His sweaty pecs were sliding on the
leather surface of the rack top.

The stimulations of the collector were by far more intense than the marine
had imagined. Hank felt his nuts contracting. His vision blurred.
"Shit!" he tried to pull his dick out, but the jacket was too tight. Forced
to stay on top of the rack, Hank was quickly unable to resist the
approaching climax.

"Uuurgh ... huh ... huh ... huh," a huge load of grunt cum was swallowed by the
collector.

"Well, well a new stallion has arrived."

Struggling to focus, Hank's glassy eyes gazed at the guy who had talked to
him and recognized Kyle's little brother Taylor.

The teen was wearing a pair of worne-out sneakers, baggy navy-blue pants, a
white undershirt and a baseball cap front back. The lanky body had never
experienced a thorough work-out and judging from the pale white skin of the
arms, Taylor was not much into outdoor activities as well. If there weren't
the outfit and the goatee, he could have easily passed as a nerd, but Hank
knew that the teenager was no bookworm at all. He had subdued his bigger
brother several times now and didn't seem to bother that Kyle was a young
hunk in his prime, who had undergone a profound training in
one of the toughest units the Corps had to offer.The brat was definitely
dangerous and his cocky smile told that he was up to no good at all.

Taylor's grinning face filled the soldier's blurred vision. Hank was still
shaking in the grip of his climax.

"So, I am told, you are here to beat the shit out of me and the gang, huh?"
Taylor continued in a casual way, "that's not a nice thing to do, ya' know?"

Hank turned his head away. "Fuck off boy before you get yourself into
serious trouble", he threatened.

"Oh, I guess I am already in serious trouble, " Taylor grinned," alone at
the mercy of a muscle-packed fighter and -- so I heard -- the best fucker in
town. Man, you want to fuck me right now, isn't it?"

"Bullshit!," Hank retorted angrily trying to pull his dick from the
collector.

"Admit it! You want to fuck my tiny little ass raw. You want to plant your
flag pole as deep inside of me as you can and have me writhing under you in
agony and lust," Taylor whispered. Hank felt the words getting to him,
keeping his cock hard.

"You feel so strong, so powerful Sergeant, isn't it?" Taylor's hands were
now resting on Hank's shoulders. "You fuck whom you want, whenever you need
it. So proud of your iron dick, huh? Well, so was my big bro -- before I
topped him.

Why do you think a miserable nerd like me can take a hunky marine apart?"

"I give a damn! Fuck you, asshole ! Aaaargh, shit ...", Hank grunted through
clenched teeth. The ongoing vibrations still hitting the hypersensitive
dickhead made his body convulse.

Taylor sneered devilishly: "Your problem is, you cannot even imagine that a
little punk like me can best you. Kyle was up for a surprise and so are you,
babe!"

"Shut up, faggot! I'll get ya, I swear I'll beat da shit outta ya!" Hank
shouted. He was trying to get up from the rack, but his dick was securely
implanted in the cylinder.

"Don't bother baby, that thing was designed to keep horses in place, it will
hold any stallion", Taylor laughed.
Hank's hands shot forward grabbing Taylor's shoulders. "Now you will pay for
this, aaaaaawwwwww fuck!" Hank's threat ended in a surprised howl.

Taylor's fingers were twisting the Sergeant's hefty nipples. Ignoring the
soldier's furious cursing.  The teen was deftly kneading the fleshy knobs in
the center of the sculpted pectorals. Already turned on as he was, Hank felt
a sudden weakness throughout his body. The horny marine looked at the teen
with a flushed expression, while his grip lost its strength. Involuntarily
he arched his back.

"Oooohhh ..." a soft moan escaped from his mouth.

Taylor registered satisfied that Hank's tits were turgid by now.
"See, you are a titman, like big bro. You might not know, but Carol told us,
that you really like your tits squeezed.

She had ya going all night and kept ya hard just by squeezing your tits,
while she drained your cock. That's how I'll get you. Feel it already? Can't
hold back any longer, huh? Shoot your load baby, blow your fuckin' wad for
me, cum on stud, show me what you're made of."

"Fuck! You never get me," Hank hollered," ... shit, oh fuck you bastard, uhh ...
uhh ...". First slowly, but then in a more steady rhythm accelerating to a
frenzy his hips started to buck. Streams of sweat were drooling from his
flexing shoulders down his tattooed back. He had lost control. That bloody
brat was playing him at will. He tried to concentrate, to cool down. There
was no way, that this punk would make him cum. But as much as he struggled
his hips kept on bucking.

"Shit ... shit ... oh ...urrgh", he groaned, fighting desperately the approaching
climax.

"Good boy keep it on," Taylor mocked appreciatively.

Joey hooted and removed the boots and camos from the helpless writhing legs.
Apart from his dog tags, the groaning hunk was now stark naked.

The ranch hand went to the table and smirked, while fetching a pink pill
from the jar.
Hank felt his dimpled buttocks spread apart and despite his feeble attempts
to keep his asshole closed something soft was forced past his sphincter.
Joey pushed the pill deep inside the quivering rectum. Inside the hot ass
the pill melted quickly into a clear gooey fluid, which covered the walls of
the rectum and even the prostate. Hank's groins were warming up until his
inner parts were churning in almost unbearable heat. His nuts were bouncing
in desperate spasms inside the swollen sac until they attached themselves
against the base of the bobbing pole. Joey chuckled watching the pink hole
clenching and opening. He couldn't resist and let his index finger slide
inside Hank's virgin back entrance.

"I ... I ... huh ... huh ...uhhhhhh!" Taylor watched as the marine's eyes glazed
over. The relentless buzzing collector pumped another wad of hunk spunk from
the panting muscleman. The muscular body jerked helpless. Finally Hank's
head slumped.

His exhausted body collapsed on the rack.

"OK, I guess you're ready for the next round, buddy", Taylor laughed. He and
Joey managed to wriggle the now softened dick from the buzzing cylinder.
Hank's sweat glistening body sled down the rack.
In his semi-conscious state he didn't realize that his hands were cuffed
with the manacles he had brought. Joey pulled a rope under the cuffs and
threw it over a beam up on the hayloft. He pulled the rope tight lifting the
marine in a standing position his arms pulled up over his dangling head.

"Why is it, that you marines always fight in the buff?", Hank heard again
Taylor's familiar voice. Slowly he opened his eyes. He tried to pull his
hands down. When he met resistance he remembered that his cuffed wrists were
still secured by the rope dangling from the hayloft.

Taylor moved right in front of the big marine. Instinctively Hank's muscled
arms strained, but he knew that he had no chance to brake the bondage.
Taylor stretched his hands until he reached the cuffs. So close, he could
smell Hank's musky male sweat and he sensed an instant reaction in his
groin. His eyes met Hank's while his nails touched softly the tight arms and
started gliding slowly down past the elbows, across the biceps and into the
hairy armpits. Both the Marine and the brat were holding the gaze. None of
them was blinking.

Hank felt the nails scratching down the sides of his chest until they
reached the ticklish spot at the height of the belly button. The fingers
rested for a moment, probing for any reaction.

"Sarge, you are always welcome as a friend," Taylor's lips parted and gave
way to the rosy tip of his tongue. He licked a drop of sweat from Hank's
cheek and started to kiss the soldiers sensuous lips.

The teen brought his hands down over Hank's dimpled butt.

"Why would you take by force what you can already enjoy for free?' Taylor
mocked. His tongue touched very softly the tip of Hank's dick.

"Stop that!"Hank tried to twist his hips away but Taylor held him by his
butt with a surprisingly firm grip.

"Relax big boy," Taylor smiled, "I will make you feel really fine, I
promise. His tongue licked around the rim of the big mushroom head and
removed some stains of hardened cum. A slight trembling of the big body
showed Taylor that he was getting somewhere.

"Fuck you, no !" Hank jerked when all of a sudden his cock was swallowed by
the teen's mouth. The writhing shaft was bathed in warm saliva while the
tongue was vibrating around and up and down the now quickly expanding head.
Taylor secured the meaty pillar with one hand at the base and closed his
other hand around the dangling nutsac.

"Shit!", Hank's head lolled back, while he indulged the expert treatment he
was receiving.

Taylor registered that the Sergeant's package was bigger then his brother
Kyle's. When he probed the balls he was surprised that they were still quite
flexible and definitely containing a number of loads of hot marine cream.

The teen released the now rockhard penis from his mouth. He squeezed the
dickhead slightly between thumb and index finger until the piss slit parted
to a round hole. Hank watched fascinated as Taylor's tongue tip probed
softly into the opening.

"Uuuhhhh... oh ... nooooo", Hank's hip's tried to move back, but Taylor kept him
in place by tightening his grip around the testicles. The skin of the nutsac
was now pulled tightly over the swollen balls that had connected again with
the base of the twitching shaft.

Hank felt a wave of hot arousal gathering inside of him. His hips started to
move back and forth in a bucking motion, while his man's seed was churning
in his balls.

Taylor looked up. When he saw, that Hank watched him with glassy eyes, mouth
half agape, he decided to try to French kiss the hunk again. He rose up and
this time his tongue invaded the marine's mouth without resistance.
Hank was hot. He was horny like a monkey in heat and responded eagerly to
the teen's kiss.

"Mmmpfff ... mmmmm, urrgh ... ghh" both men were grunting. Taylor pulled Hank's
head towards himself with one hand while he continued to stroke the pulsing
dick. He knew it was important to keep the hunk now hard all the time, but
without driving him over the edge.
When Hank's body started to buck again, he broke the kiss.

"What's wrong," Hank asked huskily," come on boy, cut me lose. I'm game, I
won't do ya' any harm and for the fucking I need my arms."

Taylor was playing again with Hank's now supersensitive nipples. The brawny
marine reacted immediately, thrusting his pecs out while his head lolled
back. "Uhhhh, yeah that feels good. Keep me going you fucking brat."

Taylor looked in satisfaction at his captive. Bulging arms tight up, chest
and hips thrust out and the rock-hard boner standing at attention oozing
pre-cum in a tiny silvery string drooling from the piss slit down to the hay
covered floor. The teen punk, who was still fully dressed, moved swiftly
behind the sweating marine. Lubricating his hand with Hank's sweat he
grabbed the cock again and continued to jack it with a slow pumping motion.
Soon after one finger was circling around the orb of one tit, Hank's head
sank back until it rested on Taylor's shoulder. Taylor kissed the soldiers
ears and nibbled at the lobes.

"Are you ready to fuck?" he whispered into Hank's ear.

"Fffuckkk .. yeahhh," Hank groaned his eyes half shut.

Taylor went down on his knees again. His nose parted the melon-shaped ass
cheeks. The heat from Hank's body was amazing. The teen enjoyed the manly
smell, while he dug his face deeper between the muscular buttocks.

"W-what the fuck are ya doin' ?" Hank asked. His ass muscles tightened,
stopping Taylor's further advance.

"Mmm ..rrlx ... maaann," Taylor grunted without removing his face from between
the buttocks. His left hand closed around the cock base while the circle
formed by thumb and index finger of the other hand was moving quickly up and
down the dickhead.

When Hank's butt cheeks relaxed, Taylor drove his tongue straight forward
and probed the pink hole. Hank's muscles tightened again.

Taylor started to massage the inside of the heavy thighs and soon Hank's
knees buckled. The full weight of his body was now supported by the rope to
which his wrists were bound.
Now as the ass cheeks were hanging relaxed, Taylor was expertly rimming the
whole length of the hairy cleft, up and down. Again and again Hank felt the
tiny wet tip of the eager tongue poking at virgin sphincter.

He had never allowed anybody to top him, but the sensations felt so good
that he did not object to the treatment.
Gradually the tight ring of muscles loosened and Taylor knowing that he had
to wait for the right moment did not push too eagerly. The wet vibrating
piece of flesh probed deep inside the sphincter, but left the gaping ring in
frustration when he moved again away for a tour of rimming.

"Oh shit ... that feels fucking hot, "Hank almost yelled when he was butterfly
kissed inside his ass. His feet left the ground while he tried to spread his
buttocks even more.

Now Taylor allowed his tongue to dig deeply inside the opening sphincter.

"Oh yeah ... oh yeah .. don't stopp!" Hank howled in lust, trying to impale
his ass on Taylor's vibrating tongue.

Hank's body bucked again in heat and Taylor knew that the hunky marine was
now ready to be taken. He wriggled his tongue inflicting another wave of
agonizing pleasure on the sweat-soaked trembling bloke. Simultaneously he
unbuttoned his baggy pants and pulled his own hard cock free.

"Uhhh .... Uuhh ... uhh," Hank was almost sobbing.If Taylor hadn't delayed the
eruption by holding the bobbing dick tight around the base, he surely would
already have surrendered another gushing load of his cum.
He was so consumed by the mounting climax, that he was not aware that Taylor
had stopped tongue fucking his ass and that he was hanging from the ceiling
his vulnerable, relaxed asshole gaping open.

"Well, let's fuck then!" Taylor laughed in triumph and rammed the whole
length of his teenage cock in the unsuspecting man hole of the marine.

"Aaaaaauuuuuuw ... nooooooo!" Hank howled in pain and rage when his cherry was
busted. His feet tried to get a firm hold on the ground but when he closed
his ass he realized it really hurt.

"You bastard, take your fucking dick out of my asssss, "Hank shouted
furiously.

"Relax baby, you will get used to it and finally ya'll like it as Kyle likes
it," Taylor mocked. He was breathing heavily now as well. His hand was
pumping Hank's dick for all he was worth.

Hank was swearing, he was howling, cursing and trying to wriggle to buck
free but to no avail. Enraged he had to admit that the pain was subsiding
and some thrusts he received from behind were almost exciting. He knew that
Taylor was probing for his prostrate

"Stop! Oh yeah shit .. no you sonofabiitchhhhh ... aaaargh", Hank's body was
going taunt, when his inside was filled for the first time in his life by
another man's cum.

"Yeah, I gottcha!" Taylor was now howling, " ahhh ...uhh ... uhhh... uhhh!"

"No, fu-uuurgggh ... fu ... ahhh arrghh arrgh ," Hank's dick gushed his load.
But this time it was different. It was not the thick gooey substance, rather
than a sequence of 3-feet-long thin glistening strings. When the rush
finally subsided Hank's body trembling in the aftermath of his powerful
orgasm was hanging limp from the rope and his once rock-hard dick had been
reduced to half its size and was clearly bent down over the shrinking sac.

Hank was in terror. He had been turned on like a cheap whore by a mere
teenager. And that punk had topped him with ease. All his power his muscular
body had been rendered useless by the skilled youth who had bested him.

"May I take care of the lady now", a sneering voice interrupted Hank's
thoughts. His knees where lifted high in the air until they rested on two
well-developed shoulders. Hank shook his head to fight the blurry view.

"What? ... You!" he asked meekly as he recognized Blake Dennings. The
Quarterback was stark naked.


... to be continued