O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Teaching Big Bro a Lesson 5 (mt inc nc)

by Randy Dragon

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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 ^Ö 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 ^Ö 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 ^Ö 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 ^Ö so I heard ^Ö 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 ^Ö 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.

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