Date: Tue, 8 May 2012 04:01:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: jdr <daiuyrau@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sergeant Submits, chapter 4

     The usual disclaimers apply to all chapters in this series.  This is a
work of fiction intended solely for the edification and enjoyment of adults
of legal age.  Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely
coincidental.  Mention or description of any institution is only for
background purposes and does not mean or imply any connection with or
disrespect to that institution.  All rights reserved subject to Nifty's
terms of use.  First time readers can learn more about the Colonel by
reading "With a Flip of a Coin" posted in Nifty's Gay Authoritarian and Gay
College sections in March and April 2012.

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     At last the Colonel had the sergeant.  Methodically the officer had
reduced the soldier from confident NCO to compliant bootlicker to
unresisting cocksucker.  Hanging upside down, naked except for the dog tags
draping his face, his sweat salting his eyeballs, his upended nuts exposed
to relentless squeezing, stretching, slapping and punching, unable to lift
his head or cover his crotch or wipe his face or do anything except scream,
the young buck sergeant had finally fallen to a challenge he could not
beat.  Here he was, his mouth impaled on its first ever penis, his head
being used to sway his entire body a few inches back and forth, forcing him
to suck in and out on the Colonel's cock.

     The officer was no fool.  He ceased punishing the young man's balls
and instead started stroking the young man's cock, matching his strokes to
the upside-down body's rhythm so that each swallowing motion matched the
hand enwrapping the boy's entire dick.  When the Colonel's cock slid
outward, leaving only the cockhead inside the sergeant's lips, the
Colonel's hand slid upward to concentrate on the sergeant's sensitive bulb.
When the Colonel's cock slid inward, touching the back of the sergeant's
throat, the Colonel's hand engulfed the sergeant's entire hard shaft.  So
it went, in and out, as pain turned to pleasure.

     The Colonel sensed the young man's body tensing up but had no
intention of letting him cum just yet.  The officer withdrew his cock from
the noncom's mouth and his hand from the sucker's dick.  He stepped around
the swinging body to stand behind the sergeant.  The older man unfastened
the soldier's hands from the descending chains only to pull his arms back
and up from the ground, then clip the wrist cuffs together.  Simple gravity
pulled the forearms toward the shoulder blades, making any other arm
position impossible to achieve.

     Stepping back in front of the sergeant, the Colonel suckerpunched him
in the gut, knocking the wind out of the younger man.

     "Do you give?" the question followed by another hard punch.

     "Yes, sir," the soldier responded while recovering from the gut punch.

     "Did you lick my boots?"  PUNCH

    "Oomph.  Yes, sir, I licked your boots."

     "What does that make you?"  PUNCH

     "Oomph.  A bootlicker, sir."

     "Whose bootlicker, boy?"  PUNCH

     "Oomph.  Your bootlicker, sir, the Colonel's bootlicker, sir."

     "Did you suck my cock, boy?"  PUNCH

     "Oomph.  Yes, sir, I sucked your cock, sir," wanting to stave off
another couple of gut punches by skipping the next two questions, "That
makes me a cocksucker, sir, I am the Colonel's cocksucker, sir."

     Satisfied with the result, the officer cradled the sergeant's bent
head and torso against his chest while he unhooked one leg, lowered it a
few inches, rehooked it to its chain, then did the same with the other leg,
back and forth until one leg could touch the ground and was joined by the
other leg.  Slowly the Colonel lifted the soldier's upper body until he was
standing again, but then put pressure on both shoulders to wordlessly bring
the sergeant down on his knees.

     This time there was no force and no reciprocal cockstroking.  The
Colonel stood in front of the kneeling boy.  Without prompting or a word
being spoken the newly minted cocksucker leaned forward, took the waiting
cock in his mouth and started sucking in and out.  For the next fifteen
minutes the officer gave the soldier a full tutorial on how to suck a cock.
The lesson ended a bit abruptly but happily (at least for the man in
charge) when several spurts of full bird cum shot into the buck's virgin
mouth.

     Having been ordered in advance not to swallow but to retain the
Colonel's cum and display it, the sergeant did as he was told.  On his
knees, naked, hands cuffed behind his back, his submissive mouth open wide,
gazing up at his CO, he saw and felt his commander's fingers dip into his
mouth and scoop up some cum, but he did not flinch or move.  He felt rather
than saw the sticky semen being spread on his face.  He saw and felt the
officer repeating the cum removal until his tongue told him only a small
amount remained.  On command, he swallowed what was left, never moving or
breaking eye contact.  He now had been baptized in cum, both inside and
out.

     The Colonel uncuffed the sergeant and ordered him to put his socks and
boots back on, climb one of the pines that had a chain in its branches,
unfasten the chain, leave it at the base of the tree and then do the same
to the other tree chain.  When he scampered down the second pine with its
chain in hand, he saw the Colonel locking the previous chain to the base of
its tree so he did the same.  Now all four lodgepoles had a chain secured
to its trunk at ground level

      The officer concealed his pleasure at the soldier's willingness to
serve.  Instead, he ordered the buck to lie on the ground in the center of
the clearing, arms and legs spread out diagonally.  Then he fastened each
limb to a chain.  For the third time that day, the sergeant was a human X,
this time lying on his back while wearing boots, socks and dog tags.

     By contrast, the Colonel removed his boots and socks.  He then stepped
barefoot onto the supine sergeant's abs and started bouncing up and down.
At first his feet never lost contact with the soldier's stomach, but then
he started elevating an inch or two and after that used the noncom's gut
like a trampoline.  The young man took it as stoically as he could, but it
was quite uncomfortable.

     The Colonel stopped his bouncing only to walk up to the boy's chest.
With one bare foot firmly planted on the sergeant's sternum, the officer
laid his other foot's toes on the young man's mouth and gave a one-word
order.

     "Lick."  Out came the noncom's tongue, licking and washing and probing
between all the toes.

     "Open."  The tongue retreated, the mouth opened wide, the toes went
in.  For several minutes the Colonel subjected the sergeant to full foot
worship.  The whole time the officer's entire body weight pressed down on
the young man's chest, hampering his ability to suck air in and out.

     The humiliation was not over.  The Colonel had broken the young buck
and wanted to keep him broken (but not shattered).  He intended to break
the young man down and then build him back up, not just as a submissive but
as a noncommissioned combat leader.

     Stepping off the supine body and straddling it with his feet to either
side of the rib cages, the officer commenced to relieve himself of all the
water he had drunk all day long.  He sprayed it in the sergeant's
regulation haircut, along his cumstreaked face, down his chin, into the
sternum declivity, over his washboard stomach and into his pubic hairs.
The younger man said and did nothing about it.  He now knew that he
belonged to the Colonel, that he would serve and please his commanding
officer any way that he could and that, in turn, his CO would nurture,
mentor and protect him at all times.

     The Colonel still had one last act to perform, one last confirmation
that he now possessed the sergeant in mind and body.  He unchained both
legs while keeping the eyebolts fastened to the ankle cuff D-rings.  He
caught both boots under the heel and lifted them up, over and back to the
NCO's wrists.  There he fastened the ankles to the wrists, which in turn
were stretched flat on the ground by the remaining tree trunk chains.

     Standing above the sergeant's up-in-the-air ass, the Colonel asked
him, "Did I break you, soldier?

     "Yes, sir, you broke me."

     "Did I do it fair and square, soldier?"

     "Yes, sir, you broke me fair and square."

     "What can I do to you for losing the challenge, soldier?"

     "Sir, you can do anything, sir."

     "I won't fuck you without your permission, boy, you have to ask.  If
you don't then you will have lost to me twice."

     The sergeant regathered his pride, swallowed hard and said, "Sir, I
said you could do anything to me and I will stick by that.  You have my
permission to do anything to me or with me, sir, and if that includes
fucking me then so be it.  Just know, sir, that you are the first man who
has broken me and the first to take my ass.  It is yours to take, sir."

     The Colonel was no rapist.  For him the triumph was not the sex but
the submission.  Now he had the latter and soon would have both.  He
slipped on a condom, slapped on some lube, pushed into the hole with a
lubricated finger or two, then slowly pushed his officer cock into the
noncom's cherry ass.  He would stop whenever he met resistance, then
penetrate farther after the sub boy relaxed.  Within minutes he was in all
the way and pumping in and out like a banshee.  The sergeant took it
manfully at first, then avidly, at the end ecstatically.

     When the Colonel shot his load, he left his cock inside the tight hole
until he started to soften.  He withdrew his dick, removed and discarded
the condom, then unhooked the sergeant from all the chains and cuffs.  It
was now time to reward the soldier for his obedience.  The officer ordered
the young man into the front leaning rest position, cupped both his own
lubed hands around the noncom's cock, and commanded him to do more pushups.

     Up and down went the sergeant.  In and out went the sergeant's cock.
Up and down, in and out, a combination of sensations that the noncom (an
exuberant jerkoffer in private) had never felt.  As he approached the point
of no return he had the forethought to request permission.

     "Sir, I'm about to cum, sir, request permission to cum, sir, I'm about
to, sir!"

     "Permission granted, soldier!"  And with that the young, hung and full
of cum twenty-one year old shot a prodigious load into his new owner's
hands and all over the ground.

     The sergeant collapsed into the dirt, unconcerned about how filthy his
body was.  His sweat, the red marks from the whippings and switches, the
piss, the cum, all of it ran together making him look like an angry skinned
mud man.  The Colonel, still crouching next to him, wiped his own hands on
the soldier's legs, then reached over to the noncom's shoulders and started
squeezing the stiffness out of them.  In a soft confident voice he talked
to the buck, congratulated him on holding out longer than any previous
hiker from hell, expressed his pride in the young man, promised to keep him
safe, and made his commitment to mentor the sergeant during his two-year
ROTC tour.

     The worn-out soldier relaxed, both mentally and physically, in
response to the strong ministrations of the Colonel's hands and the
soothing seductive tone of the officer's voice.  Once the sergeant
recovered his second wind he realized that he, the NCO, should be servicing
his commander, the retired officer.  He exchanged positions with the older
man and proceeded to give him a long and thorough full body massage, not
unlike the ones he himself had received from spa girls overseas.

     The sun was still above the horizon, but night comes fast in mountain
country.  The Colonel started giving instructions, organizing the repacking
of the field pack and the policing of the area where so much had happened
that day.  He caught the noncom by surprise when he handed the young man
the long sleeve tee and told him to put it on to cover all the marks and
dirt.  Retrieving a spare t-shirt from the pack, the officer put it on
himself and the two military men, bonded closer than anything short of
combat or bondage could accomplish, hiked their way back to the trail, down
the mountain and into the parking lot.

     Over the next few months the Colonel was true to his word.  He
mentored the sergeant on matters military as well as things sexual.  He
introduced the younger man to the entire panoply of male-male play,
submission, bondage, slave service, bedroom service, and more.  He tutored
the career noncom on leadership and the Army's way of doing things.  He
also signed the buck up for boxing classes at a local gym, already thinking
how he would use Kevin Knoyle to advance a cunning plan that the Colonel
had in mind.