Marine Bondage by my pal, Buck

Posted by my buddy, Buck (niceonehere)...
When Squirrel laid his eyes on Honcho during their in-processing at Camp Pendleton, his testosterone level rose, and he had to suppress a growing erection. Honcho focused on the paperwork and the orders that he was following. Honcho stands six feet tall, typically broad shoulders with arms filling his short-sleeved blouse. Honcho was unaware he was sparking any interest among the group that slowly moved forward in the bare military office. Instinctively, Squirrel knew that Honcho was a Marine open to any and every experience.

Squirrel, his nickname from hunting in the South, picked up on all information he could glean from Honcho’s in-take exchange. Squirrel is a lean country boy who is an instigator. Squirrel never loses a moment to bring people into his web, people he knows he can control. Marines, whom Squirrel knows enlist for many reasons, can have a past they are willing to leave behind. Sometimes, that past has been abusive, unproductive, and sometimes distorted by parental alcohol or d**g usage.

After Squirrel and Honcho settle into their respective quarters in different buildings, Squirrel hunts for Honcho. His search ends when Squirrel finds Honcho working out in the gym. Typical gym talk ensues as Squirrel queries Honcho. Squirrel has made contact. Squirrel inveigles Honcho to be his workout partner. Squirrel and Honcho plan to meet when their work schedules allow. Squirrel doesn’t give Honcho any hints or suspicions about his intent. The two Marines get along fine.

After two or three weeks of working out together and Squirrel observing Honcho naked in the showers, Squirrel suggests some weekend socializing. Squirrel has had his brother drive his vehicle to California so his wheels can give him options. Honcho has felt he has hit the jackpot in having a friend/workout partner with wheels.

Squirrel and Honcho hit the bars several weekends in a row. After the third weekend out, Squirrel, who has seen Honcho getting inebriated, suggests they don’t drive very far and get a motel room to sleep off their buzz. As they enter the motel room, Squirrel sends the attendant out for more liquor. After the young man returns with the alcohol, Squirrel suggests they shower to freshen up a bit.

Honcho doesn’t think twice about showering with Squirrel since they’ve showered together at the gym. In the shower, Squirrel soaps up Honcho’s back, running his hands down Honcho’s butt crack. Honcho doesn’t resist. Soon, the two Marines are soaping each other’s bodies, including their packages. Squirrel, who has had the hots for Honcho since day one, gets rip-roaring hard. Honcho, drunk enough to go along with the action, squeezes Squirrel’s dick, soaping and jacking it at the same time. Squirrel takes Honcho’s behavior as a green light for further exploration.

Honcho slurs, “Whaddya want to do?”

Squirrel responds, “Just have a little fun.”

“Do you want to give me a blow job?”

“That would be good for starters.”

With the door opened to sexual activity, Squirrel turns Honcho around and washes the soap from his body, drops to his knees, and starts sucking Honcho. Honcho not only has an ideal muscular body but is also well-endowed.

Squirrel works Honcho’s dick with many of the tricks he has learned over the years. An older uncle introduced Squirrel to sucking dicks when he was a p*****n. The uncle had seen that Squirrel would know how to please a man. The uncle also introduced Squirrel to fucking. The uncle took Squirrel on hunting trips to his cabin, where he opened Squirrel up to prostate orgasms. Squirrel was never the same. Squirrel even tried sucking his brother, but his brother only acquiesced because Squirrel was so insistent.

Honcho began to jerk a little as the pleasure rose in the head of his cock. “Man, you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”

“I don’t want you to cum. I want you to fuck me.”

With that, Squirrel stood up, turned around, bent over, and guided Honcho’s well-lubricated dick into his ass. Honcho entered Squirrel without any resistance. Honcho fucked Squirrel for a while in the shower when Honcho suggested a few more slugs from the new liquor bottle before giving Squirrel a fuck he would remember.

Honcho stirs through the clothing while Squirrel gets ice for their plastic cups and pours a generous swig.

“So your uncle fucked you, and you liked it.”

“That’s right. My uncle knew how to get me to do what he wanted. What about you? You seem to know what’s going on.”

“When you’re built like me and have my looks, I’ve been offered more than you imagine.”

“So give me the details.”

“I guess I can trust you enough to tell you a little about my sex life. Let me just say this. I like to use this belt I found in your waistband.”

“You want to beat me.”

“Not exactly. But that’s for later.”

“So, how did you discover the wonders of sex?”

“My older brothers taught me. They started by tying me down and jacking off on me. They laughed when they shot their loads onto my chest and stomach. I guess I was about eight or **************. After they came, they would take turns jacking on my dick. Of course, nothing came out at that age, but they made me feel good. So, I started jacking off. It was almost two years before I shot any cum. My brothers still would tie me down, jack off on me, and then jack me off.”

“Did they get you to suck their dicks?”

“It’s strange, but that never happened. After I started shooting off, I felt I could share that wonder with my best friend. Yes, I started by tying him to the bedposts, jacking off on him, and then jacking him off. We couldn’t do it often because there was always somebody around. But one day, my oldest brother caught me with Andy as I was getting ready to shoot. He got my other brothers, and they came running. When it was all over, my brothers had taken the ropes and tied Andy’s hands and my hands behind our backs. They rolled us over and started jacking off. And after they came, they jacked Andy and me off. They walked out and told us to untie ourselves. I can’t explain it, but I was still hard after that session with my brothers. Working the ropes on Andy’s wrists made my dick pump harder. Instead of loosening the ropes on Andy, I pulled them tighter. As I pulled them tighter, my dick started vibrating. Andy objected, but I got harder each time he resisted the tighter pull. I convinced Andy to let me tie his hands again, but in a comfortable way, a way I could tighten the ropes that would make him feel the harder pressure but enjoy the captivity.

“Hey, let’s take another shot. I haven’t thought about Andy and that afternoon in a long time.”

The two Marines click their plastic cups and down another belt of the Jack Daniels.

“As I was saying, I got to where I looked forward to binding Andy’s hands behind his back. Even thinking of doing it got me hard. I couldn’t let my thoughts wander just anywhere. ‘Cause I would get a hard-on.”

“So you’re into bondage?”

“I guess you could say that. If you want to suck on me when I’m as hard as I can get, then let me tie your hands behind your back while I fuck you. Oh, I want you to suck me before I fuck you. You’ll feel my dick like steel in your mouth. Whaddya say? You want to trust me enough to tie your hands behind your back?”

“We’ve gone this far, so why not?”

Honcho positioned Squirrel on his stomach and brought his hands together above his ass crack. Honcho wrapped Squirrel’s wrists loosely and then got the belt between the wrists, which tightened the grip on the wrists.

Honcho stood by the edge of the bed so Squirrel’s head could reach his dick. Squirrel began sucking and licking Honcho’s head. Surprised by Honcho’s belt-tightening, Squirrel felt the extra push of blood into Honcho’s dick.

“See what I was saying. The more I tighten your straps, the harder I get.”

“I’m getting off. But I still want you to fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you, all right, and when I’m getting close, I’m going to yank your wrists and plow all my seed into your ass, and you’re going to cum even though your dick is only touching the sheets.”

“I didn’t know you were into bondage.”

“Yeah, it turns me on. I think I’ll fuck you now and give you an orgasm you’ll never forget.”

Leaning Squirrel over the side of the bed on his knees, Honcho spit generously into his hand and wiped Squirrel’s hole. Moments later, Honcho entered Squirrel’s waiting ass.

“Yeah, Marine, fuck that hole. Make your buddy cum. I want to feel every inch of that hard pole.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll give you my Marine cock like you’ve never had cock before.”

At that moment, Honcho gives the belt a quick jerk.

Squirrel’s body arches into Honcho’s cock.

“Harder, and you’ll make me cum.”

“I’d like to go on all night, but it’s been a week, and I’m as drunk as a mudderfucker, and I know by fucking you a little while longer, I’ll be ready for the final jerk. We’ll both get off together, and it will be the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”

“Fuck me, Marine!”

Honcho slows down and establishes a moderate pace as he slowly plunges in and pulls out completely. Honcho re-enters Squirrel’s hole and begins the slow and deep gyrations he knows will lead to a climax.

“You’re going to make me cum, just fucking me.”

“OK. I’ll get to the ending of this hottest of scenes.”

Honcho picks up the pace and feels Squirrel’s innards pulsing.

“You ready?”

“Shoot it, Marine.”

Honcho pulls his dick almost to the edge of Squirrel’s hole, grasps Squirrel’s belt, lifts it, and tightens it as he reaches the depths of Squirrel’s ass. Squirrel arches his body and yells, “I’m cumming!”

Honcho drops Squirrel’s wrists, loosens the belt, and slowly extracts his cum covered dick from Squirrel’s ass.

The men shower quickly, dry off, take one more belt of the whiskey, and fall out on the double bed.

Both men understand they have crossed a line in their relationship.

Several days later, they meet at one of the on-base clubs to share a few beers.

Squirrel begins with, “I guess we have to talk about the elephant in the room.”

“I prefer action.”

“That’s what I want to talk to you about. More action. I enjoy the bondage thing, but I think it would be hotter if we had a plaything to satisfy our ‘druthers.”

“You mean another guy.”

“You got it. Let’s get our act together, pick up some hot young Marine, an unsuspecting soul, and spend a night with him.”

“So what are you proposing?”

“Let’s put a play package together… handcuffs, ropes, dildos, a gag, blindfold, butt plugs, cock rings. You get the drift.”

“I could get into that.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. On a late afternoon on Friday, still in our full cammies, we can cruise the bus stops off the 5 Freeway. Select our prey. We can get him into the motel, telling him we want to start partying a little early but need to change into our civies and have a couple of shots of ole Jack.”

“I think that’s a plan that would work.”

In the intervening days of the week, Squirrel hits one of the adult bookstores that carry all the necessary items. Squirrel even purchases a piece of good-sized carry-on luggage to give the illusion of having stored their civilian clothes.

Friday afternoon arrives. Squirrel places the carry-on in the trunk of his late-model Mustang GT convertible. Both Marines exude their innate masculinity in their full cammies with their spit-polished boots. Squirrel eases onto the highway with their covers resting easily in their laps. The air swirls around them with the sun piercing their high and tights.

On the prowl, the Marines watch the distance in silence as the blood pumps within them in anticipation they will find their prey and have an evening and night of pure sexual pleasure. Honcho has to rearrange his hard-on.

Then, spotting an ideal candidate for their gambit, Squirrel smiles at Honcho as he eases the Mustang into the bus stop where a nineteen-year-old, barely out of boot camp, is standing. If there could be an ideal for what Squirrel and Honcho had in mind, this Marine was the ticket.

In as close to cowboy garb as one can get with the spit polish of a Marine, the young man responds he’d accept the ride. Honcho leans forward as the k** slides into the back seat. His cowboy Stetson sits low on his forehead. The big Colorado belt buckle holding his Wrangler jeans has his sleeveless shirt tucked neatly inside. The narrow-leg jeans bury themselves into his well-decorated cowboy boots.

Honcho begins, “I’m Honcho, and this is Squirrel. Where are you heading?”

“Yeah, I’m Brian. I'm just going to get a bite to eat and then hit the bars. Man, you’ve got some cool wheels.”

“We plan to do that, but we must change first. You wouldn’t mind if we got a room to change and take you anywhere you wanted later.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’m game.”

“Where you from?”

“Whisper, Colorado. You ain’t heard of it. Nobody has.”

“Whaddya do before joining up?”

“Granddad has a ranch, not big or anything, and my ole man stayed on to keep the place running. I grew up taking care of the livestock and the crops.”

“So you’re a real cowboy.”

“To the bone.”

Now, Squirrel has pulled into a no-tell motel where Squirrel and Honcho first got together.

The three Marines enter the room. Squirrel asks what Brian wants to eat. “We can start this party early by ordering some grub in.”

While waiting for the food to arrive, Honcho brings the carry-on inside the motel room. Neither Squirrel nor Honcho makes any actual moves to start changing their clothes. However, Honcho pulls the fifth of Jack Daniels out of the bag.

“Let’s get our stomachs ready for the grub.” With that statement, Honcho takes the ice bucket outside and fills it. When he returns, Squirrel adds ice to three plastic cups and pours the Jack on the rocks.

Honcho lifts his cup and states, “Here’s to the Halls of Montezuma.”

Brian adds, “And the shores of Tripoli.”

The men sprawl themselves around the room. A knock on the door, and the food is delivered. Before laying the food out, Honcho suggests another round of Jack. Brian is into the scene, not realizing what Squirrel and Honcho have in store. Squirrel gathers the wrappers from the food and sees that the area is well-cleaned.

With the third round of Jack, Honcho and Squirrel begin unbuttoning their blouses. Both Marines have hairless muscular bodies they display to Brian. Next, they remove their boots and socks. Honcho can’t hide his hard-on when he drops his cammies trousers. Brian looks at the cock poking out the tighty whities. Honcho doesn’t want to alert Brian early on, so he turns slightly away as he drops his drawers. Squirrel undresses at the same time, but abashedly showing his entire body to Brian but with a relaxed dick.

Honcho heads to the shower. Squirrel, who has remained behind, looks directly at Brian as he throws his one leg over the arm of the chair.

“Brian, why don’t you join us? Get out of those clothes and get comfortable.”

Brian remains silent, feeling the warmth of Jack flowing through his veins. Brian thinks about the times he and his friend Clyde would jack off to porn together in the barn.

“Why not?”

Squirrel begins, “Fellas can help each other out occasionally.”

“I’ve been around that block before,” Brian responds.

“OK, then. Let’s head into the shower before Honcho uses up all the hot water.”

Brian undresses and reveals a tight, muscular body, nicely hung with a well-defined six-pack. His bubble butt is model-like perfection.

When Squirrel and Brian enter the shower, Honcho states, ”Here, guys, you can have the shower.” Honcho exits and retrieves the handcuffs, which he cleverly hides from Brian. Honcho returns to the shower and a scene that matches his fantasy. Squirrel is on his knees sucking Brian, whose hands are holding Squirrel’s head. Honcho slips in behind Brian.

“How about a little help here?” Honcho asks as he brings Brian’s left hand around behind his back and places it on his hard-on. “Two hands are better than one,” Honcho adds as he silently moves the cuffs to his left hand. With both of Brian’s hands on Honcho’s cock, in one swift move, Honcho brings the cuffs down onto Brian’s wrists and clasps them shut.

“We’ve got him.”

“What the fuck is going on? Take those cuffs off me.”

“When I want to. That’s when they’ll come off. Tell me, how many times have you been fucked?”

“What do you think? I’m a queer.”

“Sex is not who you are; it’s just an activity you choose.”

Honcho to Squirrel, “You can stop sucking his dick. Get the rope.”

Squirrel turns the shower off and digs into the carry-on for the several lengths of rope.

Honcho, “How old are you anyway?”

“Nineteen.”

“Good. You don’t know anything about your body. But you’re going to learn a few things tonight.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

“No, just the opposite. I’m going to use you and Squirrel to satisfy my fantasy. Two bound Marines giving up their asses to me. So you’ve never been fucked?”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You don’t have to. I think Squirrel can find that gag in the bag.”

“You’re going to gag me?

“Not necessarily. Only if you try to make a racket; I mean, I want to be able to come back to this motel as my regular spot. I wouldn’t want anyone to ruin my relationship with the management. And having Squirrel’s ride out front does hurt their image. Oh, I expect there may be some spontaneous cries of joy, but they don’t need quieting. So here’s the deal: you do as I say, and I won’t pull up on the cuffs.”

“What do you mean?”’

“If I lift these cuffs, the upper arm becomes uncomfortable and can feel pain. And I don’t want to cause you any pain. You are my toy tonight; I don’t want to hurt or abuse it. I want it to talk to me when a new barrier has been broken, like when I open you up with a small butt plug. You’ll love the feeling when I put in the larger version; you’ll know you want something to fill you up. And I’m going to fill you up. We’ll start slowly. I’ll tell you what. Let’s bend over the side of the bed on your knees. Then I’m going to blindfold you. You’ll have no idea what we are doing. And I want some feedback. I want to know we’re opening new sexual vistas for you. You get it, Marine?”

“I got it, Sir.”

“You’re going to give up control and trust me and Squirrel to make this a night you will remember forever. Stand up.”

Squirrel ties the wide, dark blindfold around Brian’s head.

“Man, this is getting weird.”

“Think of it as a journey. You’re taking a journey with two fellow Marines who will honor you and seemingly degrade you at the same time. Instead of a journey over land or in the air, this is a journey that will expand your concept of pleasure and the trip we are taking through time.”

Squirrel reaches for the first rope, which he ties around Brian’s chest and elbows. The second rope brings Brian’s legs together. They place Brian at the edge of the bed with easy access to his ass. Honcho gets the lube out of the bag and dresses his middle finger. Giving the lube to Squirrel, Honcho places his finger against Brian’s anus. Honcho touches it without any real pressure. Honcho waits and rubs without pressure. Soon, Honcho feels the pucker; he leaves his finger in place, still without pressure. The ass puckers again. About the fourth pucker, Honcho places a bit of pressure on the flickering edge of his ass. The involuntary pulses tell Honcho that it’s only a matter of wounding pleasure until he completely penetrates Brian and causes Brian to cum while handcuffed.

“Squirrel, before I eat his ass, I want him to devour your cock. Lift his head and place your dick in his mouth.”

With Squirrel’s dick in Brian’s mouth, Brian begins to suck.

“Take it a little deeper. I’m not going to ram it down your throat. I’ll let you find your way to take all my meat.”

Brian pulls back. “I’ve never sucked a dick before.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I’m getting used to it.”

“Work the head, make it juicy. Use your tongue to tease my hot spot. Right under the head, you know, that nodule that can drive a man crazy. That’s right, play with the head.”

While Brian sucks Squirrel, Honcho continues to play gently with Brian’s ass. When Honcho’s finger begins to slide inside without any resistance, he knows Brian will open up. Guessing Brian has cleaned himself out earlier before waiting at the bus stop, Honcho dives in for a taste of Brian’s ass.

Honcho’s tongue teases Brian’s hole, licking it, kissing it, and then sucking it.

Brian pulls back from Squirrel’s dick, “I don’t know what you’re doing to my ass, but I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

“That’s because you’ve never had a pro suck and eat your ass. Your ass is telling me that you will give yourself up to my dick when the time comes. You’ve still got a long time before I open you up. Keep working Squirrel’s dick. You’ve got some more learning to do.”

Brian takes Squirrel’s dick into his mouth. “Now, I want you to suck it as deep as you can. I want to hit the back of your throat.” Brian obeys and feels Squirrel’s dick reach a point where he will need to open his throat.

“That’s it. You can loosen up and take it even deeper. You may even gag a little, but you’ll feel all of me down your throat.”

Honcho is sucking Brian’s ass and penetrating it with his tongue. Again, lubing his finger, Honcho feels it’s time to ease it in deeper. He does it with care, as Brian’s ass muscles offer no resistance.

“Oh, man, what are you doing to my ass?”

“Don’t speak. Just keep sucking on my dick.” Brian complies.

Honcho is happy that Brian’s ass is now open for pleasure. With Brian still blindfolded, Honcho gets out a small butt plug from the bag. He lubes it up and places the pointed end against Brian’s ass. Slowly, Honcho pushes the plug into Brian’s ass, expanding it ever so much. Brian’s ass surrounds and absorbs the plug. Honcho is now happy.

“Squirrel, deprive Brian of your cock. Let’s turn him over. I want you to bind his cock and balls with some rope. We’ll see just how hard he can get and how much blood we can get into his hard-on.”

With the plug still embedded in Brian’s ass, Squirrel and Honcho place Brian on his back across the bed. Squirrel, who has only recently learned about bondage, finds himself feeling a deeper sexual awareness as he grabs the rope and begins to bind Brian’s genitals. First, he wraps the balls with a couple of loops and then then covers the base of Brian’s dick. This action somewhat carried him away. Squirrel decides to wrap the rope around the entire length of Brian’s healthy, generous dick. The head of Brian’s dick turns purple when the rope reaches right under the glans.

“What are you doing to my dick?”

“Just wrapping it with some rope.”

Honcho jostles Brian’s balls in his hand and then takes the balls into his mouth, licking them and juggling them around.

“I’ve never felt my balls like that before.”

“There’s plenty you’ve never felt before. Tell me, how does your ass feel?” Honcho queried.

“It feels fine and stimulated.”

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“It does hurt. It just feels strange.”

“I’m guessing you’ve never had a butt plug up your ass.”

“No, never.”

Squirrel takes that moment to swat Brian’s bound dick. Squirrel takes quite a few swats from different directions.

“Oh, man,” Brian lets out. “What are you doing to my dick?”

“Just making you feel something new.”

“It’s new, all right. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s got me going.”

Squirrel removes the rope from around Brian’s cock but leaves his balls tied.

Honcho smiles at Squirrel and, with hand gestures, indicates they should both suck Brian’s dick. First, Squirrel takes his turn, opening his mouth wide and then descending upon the head of Brian’s cock. Squirrel used his practiced tongue to maximum advantage. Squirrel slurped all around the glans, giving Brian sensations he hadn’t even sought to imagine. Brian had no idea of the pleasure a mouth could provide.

Honcho then started licking Brian’s shaft up and down from every side. In a second, Squirrel pulled back, and Honcho chowed down on Brian’s cock taking his lips to the well-shaved pubes and absorbing Brian’s head in the depths of his throat.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Brian exclaimed.

Honcho continued to deep-throat Brian while Squirrel sucked and fondled his balls.

Brian was trying to process this newly found pleasure with every fiber. He told him this wasn’t right, and then every other fiber said this ain’t so bad. I could get into a scene like this. As long as they treat me right, I’m going to go along with this bondage thing. At that very moment, the two men removed themselves from Brian’s dick and began kissing both sides of his neck. The gentleness and eagerness reached deeply inside Brian.

He kept fighting back the thoughts, “I’m no queer.” And yet his entire being is being transformed by these two men who are holding me captive. They are making love to me in a way I never thought existed. After the intense kissing and licking of the side of his neck, Squirrel and Honcho descended upon Brian’s nipples.

No cheap immediate squeeze or pinch. Both Squirrel and Honcho began with their tongues and later their lips. Brian’s “Oh. Oh. Oh,” filled the room.

After the tit work had sent ripples through Brian’s body, Squirrel and Honcho licked together and pulled away.

“Now’s the time for refreshment,” Honcho announced.

Squirrel said, “I’ll send out for some more Jack Daniels.”

Honcho refreshed the cups, added ice, and poured the Jack. Squirrel and Honcho set Brian up between them on the bed. Squirrel fed Brian his drink carefully. No spillage.

The three Marines rested against the back of the bed. The empty cups were set aside. There was no movement until the delivery boy arrived with the new bottle of Jack.

Squirrel wrapped his bath towel around him, barely opened the door, and made the transaction.

Everyone rested. After a while, Honcho and Squirrel moved Brian to his side. Honcho removed the butt plug. He replaced it with a slightly larger one, which Brian’s ass absorbed easily and gripped tightly.

Honcho and Squirrel began jacking Brian’s cock but not in a way to achieve an orgasm. The Marines slapped the cock, spit on the cock, rubbed the glans, in a word, teased the cock. Intermittently, Honcho and Squirrel would switch to nipple play. Sometimes both of them would tease the cock and work on the nipples simultaneously.

Brian cooed, “Oh, yes. It’s torture. But such torture.”

“Brian needs some cock in his mouth,” Honcho announces.

Squirrel adds,” You ready to suck some more Marine cock. Are you prepared to put in your mouth the cock of a genuine Marine? A group of men matched nowhere in the world. That’s what you’re longing for. You saw all that meat in the showers at boot camp, probably more than you ever saw at school. And you wondered, if only for a moment, even a millisecond, how that rock-hard dick would taste and what it would feel like to have it in my mouth. Now, you can have it in your mouth. You can have two Marine cocks in your mouth. How lucky you are. How many people would give fortunes to have what we share for free?

“You know how to suck. Just do it naturally. The games will come later.”

Squirrel allows Brian to kiss the head before taking his dick deeper into his mouth.

After a few minutes of Squirrel playing with Brian’s mouth, Squirrel suggests Honcho could use a little of Brian’s mouth to feel some good sucking.

Squirrel and Honcho change positions. Honcho suggests to Squirrel that Squirrel remove the dildo, eat out Brian’s ass, and then begin the finger game. One finger followed by two fingers and ultimately four fingers, and Brian is so loose he has no idea how open he is.

Honcho commands, “Now get the eight-incher from the bag and start working it up Brian’s ass while he continues to tease the head of my cock.”

Squirrel gets the dildo and takes it out of its box. Squirrel lubes the dildo and lubes Brian’s ass at the same time.

Honcho, “Go slowly. Marine, tell me how it feels.”

“It just feels so good. I can’t describe it.”

“Squirrel, pull it out and plug it back in.”

“I think it’s about time you get tied up, and let me plug that ass of yours with the other dildo. I want to work both of your asses at the same time before I fuck you.”

Squirrel eases the dido back into Brian’s open and eager ass. Honcho bends down on the side of the bed, grabs one of the leather boots, and shoves the open boot over Brian’s face. The tongue of the boot covers Brian’s nose, and the edge of the top covers his chin.

“Smell that leather. Smell that Marine leather. Do you feel Squirrel fucking your ass with the hard cock?”

Honcho pulls the boot away.

“Yes, and it just echoes through my body. I thought I would feel like shit if somebody wanted to fuck me. The last place I wanted to be penetrated was my ass. And now my ass is making my whole body pulse.”

“Enjoy it.”

Honcho removes the boot from Brian’s face and gets another length of rope.

Honcho nods to Squirrel. Squirrel pulls the dildo slowly out of Brian’s ass and places it on the side of the bed.

Without giving Squirrel instructions, Squirrel stands up and places his hands behind his back. Honcho binds them at the wrist.

Honcho sees both Marines with restrained hands bent over the side of the bed. First, he sucks the well-lubed ass that Squirrel has been fucking with the dildo. He turns his attention to Squirrel, licking his ass and sucking on it. Honcho lubes his middle finger and explores Squirrel’s ass. Squirrel, welcoming the attention he is getting, pushes out a bit, letting Honcho know he is ready for his dildo. Extracting the other dildo from the bag, Honcho lubes it. He gently places the head against Squirrel’s ass and pushes in a measured manner until he feels the give of the inner muscle and then gently fills Squirrel’s ass with the dildo.

While leaving the dildo inside Squirrel, Honcho finds Brian’s dildo and slides it in with no resistance.

Back and forth, back and forth, Honcho works the stimulators. Moans add a soundtrack to the subtle sounds of the action.

“You know, men, I’ve been making you feel good. I think it’s about time you two make this Marine feel good. Get on your knees and take turns sucking my dick. I want you to bring out some pre-cum. You guys can do it.”

After a few minutes of Squirrel and Brian sucking Honcho’s cock, Honcho walks away and grabs the Jack Daniels bottle. He feeds Squirrel and Brian a couple of swigs out of the bottle. Honcho takes a final swallow and sets the bottle down. He positions himself for more sucking.

“I want you together on each side of my shaft, and then you can switch on who sucks the head. No deep throating, just some - It’s a gift from the Almighty head sucking.”

Brian is driving himself crazy, doing things he never thought of doing or doing. Streams of pleasure moved through his body each time he sucked the big blood red head, and he had not ever wanted to suck a dick in his life. Rolling his tongue over the veins in the shaft soothed him for some reason. He would follow the central vein up the shaft, sucking on it while Squirrel was rewarding himself with the confirmation he had picked the right man, a genuine man, and a Marine, to boot.

Honcho warmed with the evening of drinking, stood squarely on the ground at parade rest.

“Guys, I’ve got balls, too. A little variety never hurt.”

Squirrel and Brian complied. In having one ball in each man’s mouth, Squirrel and Brian made as varied movements as they could. In one brief moment, while Brian and Squirrel were sucking deeply, their lips met. Surprisingly, Brian’s and Squirrel's lips remain touching. When Brian began to think through the alcohol, he pulled away. Squirrel smiled to himself. He had kissed this young, brave cowboy Marine and knew Brian enjoyed it.

Brian and Squirrel scrambled up to the shaft and the head.

“OK, fellas, we’re drunk; we’ve been going at it for hours. Let’s take and nap and come back to these cum filled dick. One thing, however. I want to bind Brian’s wrist with rope. Cuffs aren’t fun after a while.”

Still blindfolded, Brian stands beside the bed while Honcho ties his wrists and removes the cuffs that go efficiently back into the bag.

Squirrel snuggles, wrist-bound, next to Brian on one bed, and Honcho stretches out on the other. Despite the animated activity just moments before, all three men fall out and descend into a deep and pleasant dream.

Several hours later, still under the effects of coming into consciousness, Honcho stirs and gazes upon his Marine buddies, ready to take his dick. His goal was to achieve all three men cumming together. Jerking on Brian’s wrists would be enough to make him cum.

When Honcho had both men on the floor leaning over the bed, he inspected their asses. True to form, Brian’s ass had tightened back up.

“While I open Brian up again, Brian, why don’t you suck Squirrel’s dick?”

Squirrel didn’t need a command to place himself with his hard-on in front of Brian’s mouth. As Brian is sucking on Squirrel’s dick, Honcho is finger-expanding Brian’s ass. Once Brian passed the two-finger test, Honcho knew fingers three and four would fit in quickly, and Brian’s ass would be ready for Honcho’s dick.

Each man takes a drink of the Jack Daniels.

The men, now wide awake and experiencing these new feelings, followed Honcho’s suggestions because Honcho had one goal in mind: fuck the cum out of Brian’s cock while he came and have Squirrel shoot his load down Brian’s throat.

Honcho plays with the dildos to make sure Brian is ready for his dick. He’ll have Squirrel another time. Tonight he will be fucking a nineteen-year-old Marine cowboy, and he’s going to make him cum with dick resting against the sheets of the bed. No hands. No mouth, just the controlled ejaculation of Honcho’s cock, causing Brian to experience a hands-free orgasm while Squirrel shoots his load down Brian’s throat.

The action begins. Squirrel places his cock on Brian’s lips. Honcho slides his fingers to locate Brian’s hole. Honcho touches the hole with the head of his cock, and Brian lurches. When Brian moves back to his position, he has taken in more of Honcho’s dick. The sensation is sweet. Brian even pushes down on Honcho’s cock. Honcho knows he has the control of Brian’s ass.

“Start sucking Squirrel slowly while I explore your ass,” Honcho adds to the action.

“Remember, Brian, you’re going to have to tell us when you think you are going to cum. Squirrel will respond to your sucking when you tell us how your ass is feeling.”

Honcho is beside himself with his prey. He’s going to facilitate a three cum orgasm while he fucks this tight-ass Marine.

With rest and the freshness of the action, Brian tells Honcho that he is close.

“Tell me when you’re closer. Squirrel, you may untie your wrists and jack into Brian’s mouth when Brian can’t hold it anymore. That’s when I’ll explode and tighten his ropes.”

The intensity increases. Brian squeals, “If you hit me one or two more times, I’m going to cum.”

“Here that, Squirrel,” Honcho follows.’

“I’m ready with two or three strokes, and Brian’ll have a mouthful of Marine cum.”

Seconds follow. Brian yells, “It’s cumming., It’s cumming.” At that moment, Honcho removes Brian’s blindfold and hits him with his deepest penetration as he tightens Brian’s ropes.

“Oh, my God!” Squirrel yells out as he shoots a multi-phase ejaculation into Brian’s open mouth.

Honcho releases the ropes and drops Brian’s hands. Honcho unties the ropes and the ropes around his arms and chest. He frees his ankles.

All three men stand up, take a hit of Jack, and head to the shower.

In the morning, the men have breakfast together again in their cammies and cowboy civies. Brian begins to think he may like to hang with these guys, but that’s not a topic of conversation over a plate of pancakes.

...the pancake breakfast got me HARD!