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The message light was already blinking when I got to my desk Tuesday morning.



“Mitch, this is Wendy. Mr. Compton asked that I remind you of your 4 p.m. meeting this afternoon in his office.”



Forget? It was all I had thought of since I left his office, the taste of his cum coating my throat. It was what I had fantasized about after I locked myself in the men’s room, dropped my pants and jerked off before going home to my wife.



I tried to concentrate on work the rest of the day, but the beating of my heart and the stiffness in my pants were hard to ignore.



At promptly 4, I opened the outer door to Mr. Compton’s office and said hello to his assistant. Wendy looked up, smiled at me and used the intercom to announce my arrival to Mr. Compton.



“Send him in,” Mr. Compton’s voice said through the speaker on her desk. “And, Wendy, Mitchell and I may be awhile, so just turn on the answering machine and you can cut out early. I’ll see you in the morning.”



I let myself into his office as Wendy gathered her things and left, locking the outer door behind her. I stood in front his desk, in exactly the same spot as the day before.



Mr. Compton, who was reading some papers, did not look up at me. Nor did he offer me a seat, and as I had the day before, I did not presume to sit.



Finally, he put aside the papers and looked up.



“Tell me, Mitchell, did you enjoy our time together?” he asked, and I nodded my answer. “Good, because that was just the start. Take off your clothing, please.”



As I complied, Mr. Compton continued.



“I don’t think you are being true to yourself, Mitchell. You can’t get the satisfaction you desire through typical sexual encounters with your wife. You need to submit, Mitchell. To me.”



“Submit, sir?” I asked.



“Yes. Submit. You will focus on satisfying my sexual needs, whenever and however I say. Do you understand? Everything will be done to please me. How you dress, what you say, everything will be to please me.”



I tried to find words, but I could not. I nodded in agreement.



“Let’s go over some basics,” my boss said. “Since you want to act like a woman, sucking dick and eating cum, you have lost the right to dress as a man.”



The fear on my face must have been obvious. I was not prepared to become a cross-dresser.



“Dont worry,” Mr. Compton said. “For now, we will start with your undergarments. From now on, when you are in this office or may be in my presence, I expect that you will wear panties.”



Mr. Compton reached into his desk and pulled out a sack from an underwear store from the mall. He tossed it to me. Inside I found a pair of white stretch lace boyshorts.



“I bought those for you,” he said.



I didn’t wait to be told. I slipped them on and pulled them up. My cock, which had bee laying limp as I stood there, stiffened and pushed against its lacy surrounding.



“So you like that?” Mr. Compton said. “Look at your little man clit. But I see a problem, Mitchell. Pretty panties don’t look as nice with all that hair. I expect you to be smooth the next time I see you.”



I panicked again.



“Sir, how will explain that to my wife?”



“That is your fucking problem,” Mr. Compton snapped. “Would you rather explain that, or the whole story?”



I nodded my understanding of his demand. But then he surprised me.



“I’ve changed my mind. I want you to leave a small ‘landing strip’ just above your little man clit, just like the sluts in the porn movies have,” he said. “Then, every time you look down, you will be reminded that your body is for my pleasure.”



He stood and began removing his clothes.



“I assume that you are a virgin,” he said. “You have never had a cock in your pussy, have you?”



I shook my head. He grinned.



“I am excited to take your cherry,” he said. “If I had some lube, I would do it today.”



My panty-covered cock twitched at the thought. I may have been inexperienced, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t eager for a good hard fucking.



Mr. Compton finished undressing, laying his clothes neatly across his chair, and turned back to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock, as it swung freely between his legs. Even soft, it was impressive and nearly as long as my cock was fully erect. He walked past me, opened a cabinet near the seating area at the far end of his office and poured himself a drink.



He took a seat on a black leather couch.



“Come here, Mitchell,” he said.



I didn’t need to be told what to do. I dropped to my knees between his open thighs and kissed the head of his cock. It stirred and sprang to life, as I planted kisses along the stiffening shaft.



I slipped my lips over the head of his cock and swirled my tongue. I let the shaft slide into my mouth, slowly taking more and more until I could feel the tickle of my gag reflex starting to kick in. I withdrew, allowing all but the tip of his dick to escape before starting slowly down again. I reached between his legs and cradled his heavy balls, massaging them slightly as I worked his dick in and out of my mouth.



Mr. Compton pushed his hips forward, until he was barely sitting on the edge of the couch.



“Lick my balls,” he said.



I let his shaft slip from my mouth and slap against his abdomen. I kissed my way down his shaft to his testicles, which I kissed and licked. I’d never had anyone lick me that way, and I was slightly unsure what to do.



I sucked and nibbled at them, hoping he he was enjoying my efforts. I glanced up to see that he was watching me as I worked his balls.



“Now, eat my ass,” he demanded, spreading his legs. “I want to feel your little slut tongue on my hole.”



I gently lifted his ball sack before running my tongue along his perineum toward the crack of his ass. As my tongue dipped between his cheeks, Mr. Compton let out a soft moan. He gripped the back of my head, guiding me to his secret spot.



My tongue fluttered across his asshole, eliciting more moans of approval. As I licked and gently probed his backside with my tongue, I reached for his shaft.



My saliva and his precome provided plenty of lube for a slow, sensual stroke. I worked his asshole with quick, sharp movements, while giving his dick slow, deliberate strokes.



“That’s it, lick my ass,” he said between moans. “Show me how much you love to be my slut.”



I kept it up for a few minute, and by his moans, I wondered if Mr. Compton would cum. Finally, he pushed me away and I sat between his knees, my eyes focused on his cock bobbing in the air in front of me.



I leaned in and pushed his erection back toward his abdomen, while running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Mr. Compton’s breath caught in his throat, a sure sign of his approval.



I cocked my head slightly and used my lips and tongue to stroke his shaft from the base of his cock to the head. As his breathing increased, so did my pace.



“I’m coming,” he said, and I worked faster, feeling his shaft pulse as he unleashed a load onto his belly. When my ministrations because too much, he pushed me away.



“You liked that, didn’t you?” he said after a minute. “You like stroking me with your mouth, making a mess all over my stomach?”



I had. My cock was pushing against the panties he’s made me wear. I wanted badly to reach down and stroke myself.



It was as if he was reading my mind.



“Look at your stiff little clit,” he said. “Do you want to stroke it? Do you want to cream your new panties?”



I nodded.



“Well, do it, slut,” he commanded. “Show me how much eating my ass and sucking my dick turns you on.”



I reached into my white boyshorts. As i began to stroke, Mr. Compton scooped some of his come from his belly and pushed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them greedily as I pumped myself toward orgasm.



It didn’t take long. Within a minute or so, I moaned as loudly as I could with two fingers in my mouth and filled my pretty white panties with my load.



I fell back, and Mr. Compton stood over me.



“That will be all for today, Mitchell,” he said. “Leave now. And don’t forget what I have told you. I expect you to follow my rules to the letter. Trust me when I say that any failure to do so will bring severe punishment.”



I gathered myself, pulled my suit pants on over my wet panties and headed for the door. Mr. Compton, who was dressing himself, did not look up as I left the room.



* * *



On the way home, I stopped off at a big-box retailer and purchased some shaving cream designed for the ‘bikini area’, a razor, and two pairs of satin bikini panties, one a light pink and the other a virginal white. I figured they would get me through a couple of days until I could get to a store that carried a nicer selection of sexy underwear. I threw a cheap NASCAR T-shirt over my selections and hastily made my way to the checkout.



Thank god the store had a self-checkout. I’m not sure I could have stood there, wearing my cummy panties, and watched a clerk ring up my things.



I stopped off at my gym, and headed for the locker room. There were some guys changing in the next row of lockers, so with my heart pounding, I shucked my suit and put on a pair of shorts and the T-shirt I’d just purchased.



After a quick workout, I stripped down, grabbed my shaving tools and headed for the far shower stall.



Following Mr. Compton’s instructuons, I shave my crotch and balls, and attempted to blindly remove any hairs from my bottom. I left a 1/2 inch vertical strip above my penis, just as he had ordered.



I wrapped myself in a towel and quickly changed and left, stashing my new and dirty panties in my gym bag. Already it felt odd to be back in men’s underwear.



As soon as I got home, I knew I had a problem. Amber gave me a much more forceful hello kiss than normal, and I was certain she would be coming to bed later with sex on her mind. How was I going to explain my nearly hairless crotch?



I stewed over my problem during dinner. Every story I came up with seemed ridiculous, something Amber would never believe. I crawled into bed while she went to shower. I didn’t know what her reaction would be, but I doubted it would be good.



Sure enough, she sauntered into the bedroom wearing only her red lace boyshort panties, one of her “do me” pair.



As she slipped into bed, it occurred to me that her panties were almost exactly like mine.



She kissed me, pushing me onto my back. When she shifted her weight on top of me, I could feel the crush of her breasts on my chest and below, the top of her panties against my belly.



Amber wasn’t in the mood for a long make-out session. She surprised me by sliding until she was sitting on my chest, her pussy just inches from my face. She scooted forward and I kissed her clit through the lace.



I puzzled her sex with my nose as I kissed and licked her. I could feel the wet warmth of her arousal spread, and soon her panties were soaked.



She didn’t stay in them long, rolling off me long enough to peel away the red lace before pushing her pussy back into my face. At first, I let my tongue roam along her slit, licking her as she rotated her hips to move where she wanted.



But as her pace quickened, I zeroed in on her clit, licking and sucking gently at it.



It was all she needed.



“That’s me. That’s me. That’s me,” she moaned, rocking faster and faster on my face until she came.



After she had come down a bit, Amber rolled off me, letting her face fall into her pillow and presenting her perfect ass to me.



I forgot for the moment about my shaved junk and dropped my underwear and took my place behind her, slipping my dick into her wet pussy.



As I slowly fucked my wife, I thought about my afternoon with Mr. Compton, wearing panties at his behest and sucking his cock. While I couldn’t imagine giving up pussy, I also couldn’t wait to get my mouth back on his big cock. And then, to take him in my ass, to surrender it as my wife gave her pussy to me, well that was even more exciting. I was ready. I wanted it. I wanted his load inside me.



It didn’t take long and I came in my wife. We collapsed together and soon fell asleep.



The next moening, I’d forgotten about my shaving job and jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. Amber was at the sink brushing her teeth when I stepped out.



“What the heck did you do?” She asked, pointing at my nearly bare crotch.



For perhaps the first time in my life, I came up with the perfect lie. I told Amber that I’d lost a bet to my old college buddy and occasional workout partner Tim.



Instead of money, Tim suggested we bet something more embarrassing, and one of the other guys suggested shaving. The bet stuck, I said.



“I picked the wrong team in the NBA finals,” I said sheepishly.



Amber’s face changed from horrified to bemused. Tim and I had made bets before. She bought my story.



“Oh my god, you have a landing strip,” she said. “How long do you have to keep it?”



Thinking quickly, I told her the bet required me to keep it until the start of the NBA season in the fall. She seemed to buy it, suggesting I use her shave gel, so as not to get grown hairs.



Disaster averted, I dressed and headed to work. When I reached the office, I ducked into a restroom in the lobby and locked myself in a stall.



I retrieved my new panties from my gym bag. I slipped the pink satin bikinis on and pulled them up over my ass. They were snug, but not uncomfortable. I adjusted my cock and got redressed. Before heading upstairs, I quickly rinsed the boyshorts Mr. Compton had given me and stuffed them back in my gym bag.



Walking to the elevator, I noticed how the panties hugged my ass. I liked it.



I sat in my office all day, hoping to hear from Mr. Compton. By 4 p.m., there hadx bee no word. I guessed I would not be hearing from him.



About 10 minutes later, my desk phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number on the Caller ID.



Mr. Compton was on the other end, calling from his cell phone.



“Mitchell, I’m in the parking garage. I have 25 minutes until I must leave to catch a flight,” he said. “Come here.”



I hustled from my desk and rode the elevator to the parking garage. There I found a Lincoln Towne Car sitting with the back door open.



Mr. Compton called to me, and I ducked into the car.



“I’m on my way to an out-of-town meeting,” he said. “But I wanted to be sure you were following my orders. Take down your pants.”



I glanced toward the smoky partition between the back seat and the driver. He likely couldn’t see us, but I wasn’t sure he couldn’t hear us.”



I undid my pants and pulled them down to reveal my pink panties.



“Let me see the rest,” he said.



I pushed my pants to my knees and pulled down my panties far enough to show my bare crotch and landing strip. Mr. Compton smiled with delight.



“Good, good,” he said.. “You have done very well. Would you like a treat?



“Please, sir,” I replied, soaring at his praise.



Mr. Compton unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it to full-mast.



“You may suck me,” he said. “But don’t let any cum get on my suit. And hurry, I have to leave in just a moment.”



I got up on all fours and grabbing his cock, stroking it as I leaned in to get it in my mouth. As I worked to jerk and suck him to an orgasm, he reached over me and grabbed my panty-covered bottom.



“I can hardly wait to fuck you,” he said as I sucked. “I want to see the look on your face when you give your man cherry to me. I want fill your hole with my cum.”



I moaned my approval, and pumped his dick faster. I didn’t know when he would return or when he planned to fuck me. I knew this load of cum I was working to free from his balls would have to last me for awhile, at least.



Mr. Compton, squeezed my ass and pushed up from the seat. I felt his cock pulse in my mouth and I started swallowing. After four or five convulsions, his dick went still and he let go of my ass.



I worked quickly to clean his shaft before releasing him from my mouth and pulling up my pants.



As I crawled from the car and shut the door, Mr. Compton rolled down the window and called to me.



“I’ll see you soon, Mitchell,” he said. “Be ready.”

I’m 5″ 8′, 190 pounds, and a toned slim fit body that I’ve had girls and guys running after me in high school and now in college. I live in a off campus studio apartment since my family is a well-to-do family. I’m going threw school with my trust fund that my dad sat up for me when I was born. My dad wasn’t a wealthy guy, but since he sat up a trust fund for me and my sister when we were first born. He was a marine, businessman, and family man until he died of a heart attack six months ago. I loved my father and I miss him so much since his death.



I returned to college a few days after the funeral because dad’s passing happened when semester finals are about to start, the most unfortunate timing. Like the saying goes “life goes on” and in this case my finals are just around the corner. It’s going to be very hard to keep my mind on my studies with the funeral and dad’s passing still fresh in my mind. The first couple of days when I returned I kept myself closed up in my apartment trying to study that wasn’t easy. I did succeed thou and passed my finals of course I do think some of my professors had sympathy for me because of my loss but I’ll take whatever I can get.



One day at a family gathering held at my grandparents’ house for a couple reasons. First in memory of my dad (her son) so other family members could have their goodbyes that were unable to come to the funeral. Secondly, my grandparents house is really huge and on a large piece of property. Finally, so everyone could see each other since some large families don’t get together very often, but in this case everyone’s going to talk to about my dad. Most of the family members I’ve talked to recently others I written to keep in touch. There are a few that I’ve not seen since I was a youngster that I was glad to see who also recognized me. We talked about my dad what they remember of him and since my mother is also dead they left my sister, grandparents, and I some money to help with any unexpected expenses caused by my father’s passing.



I knew everyone there or knew of them, but there was this one guy whom I’ve never seen. I kept eyeing him every time I saw him cause he’s fuckin hot. Especially in his dress marine uniform that seemed to fit his body like a glove, but not too tight. He always shook everyone’s hand and kissed the women. This Marine seemed to know everyone there, but the one thing I found interesting he talked to the males of my family more than the women. I kept watching him cause no matter what, where, or when I walked into a room or just anything. I had a couple of close encounters with this marine, but we didn’t talk for half the day. He’s a little older than me probably in his 30s or around there.



I finally got to talk to him around noon or a little after when we bumped into each other outside my grandparents’ house he turned to me stuck out his hand ,with the white gloves on, and said “Hi Jason haven’t seen you in quite sometime”. He seemed to know me but I still didn’t recognize him and I just said “Hi…I didn’t catch you name”. He just looked at me confused like he couldn’t believe that I didn’t recognize him. “It’s Mike….Jason” he said as he shook my hand. He almost squeezed the juice out of my hand when he grabbed it. Mike is my dad’s middle name I thought to my self as he squeezed my hand. I had to grip tightly to prevent him from killing my had completely since now it was obvious that he’s tremendously strong.



I had thoughts of what he might look like “out of uniform” but never hinted to anything remotely like it since he obviously knew my dad and me. Still not knowing who he was accept for his name. I tried to fish for information without seeming too ignorant of who he was. “Mike did you know my dad?” I asked him as nonchalantly as possible, but I was unsuccessful so it did make him realize that I didn’t know who he was.



“You really don’t know who I am” Mike asked me as he released my hand. I rubbed my hand on my stomach from the squeezing from his strong hand.



“No Mike I’m sorry, there’s a lot of family members that have surfaced since my dad’s passing” I told him. With no warning he gripped me in a bear hug that startled me not knowing who he was.



“Jason, I’m your marine” Mike whispered in my ear while he hugged me then patted me on my ass. I was so shocked with this abrupt move that I was momentarily speechless. I hesitated a little before I returned his big bear hug then I wrapped my arms around him and felt a massive muscular body. I was now more than ever wanting to see more of him and his firm body. Just thinking about that got my cock stirring then before we released each other I could feel his cock poking me as mine was poking him.



“Your father knew about us, but kept us apart due to your family” he whispered in my ear also. I didn’t want this our embrace end it was so familiar to me now. Then as abruptly as it started it ended.



“I’m Lieutenant Mike Louis” he announced in a normal tone once our embrace ended then continued. “You and I met once or twice when we were quite young. Your dad kept me apprised of what you were doing in your life especially when you started college. He was so proud of you and bragged all the time. Your dad loved you as much as I’m sure you loved him. Joe and I talked a lot it was his hopes that we’d meet again sometime he wants the best for you. I have something for you of your dad’s that he wanted you to have”



“Lt. Mike Louis” I said questionably still a little unsure of his identity. He stuck a piece of paper in my hand and left. I opened up the folded piece of paper and it read “Call me later, I have to return to the base in a few days” with his phone number on it. I watched Mike as he walked to his truck never looking back therefore I had a great view of his ass. His slacks moved perfectly with him while he walked as did the muscles in his back. Time seem to stand still as I watched him then a tap on my shoulder startled me and I quickly turned around. My sister was standing there with a smile on her face.



Stacy is at least five years older than me and now engaged to be married. I’ve never met her fiancée but been told that he’s in the military. Then it crossed my mind that “is this masculine marine my sister’s soon-to-be husband”. Stacy looked at me with a surprised look and said “He’s one hot marine isn’t he?” Stacy said.



“Is your fiancé here? I thought you said he’d be here and I could meet him” I ask Stacy.



“Yes you were just talking to him. He never told you?” She responded. I had a dumbfounded look on my face when she said that and quickly shoved the note in my pocket before she saw it. I didn’t want to get caught with it since the marine that I was just locked in a bear hug with is going to be my Stacy’s husband.



“No he didn’t he said he had to go” I lied to Stacy not feeling good about it, but necessary I didn’t want to get him in trouble at least not yet. I wanted an explanation first why he didn’t say he was going to be my brother-in-law. I was happy for Stacy but I was also pissed at Mike for not telling me. The rest of the day before I returned to my apartment went normal or as normal as it can at a family reunion. As I left my grandmother gave me a huge tight hug similar to the one that Mike and I were locked in. She gave me an envelope that held some checks from people at the reunion and them.



The next morning I called Mike after waking up. He answered sounding a little sleepy still, but I wanted him to explain to my why he did what he did and why he lied to me. Was he just playing me or does he not want to marry Stacy? This among other questions had to be answered.



“Yo Mike here” he said when he answered the phone. His deep and sexy voice made it hard to be mad at him. I told him what Stacy said and why he lied to me and I wanted his explanations. He said that he’d be at my apartment alone in thirty minutes. Before hanging up I told him to make sure he’s honest no more lies.



I was so angry at Mike that while I waited for him to arrive his lies are all I could think about as I made my coffee. I could barely think as I got dressed and all the other things that I do in the mornings. Thirty minutes later, when Mike arrived I looked out the window and seen he was dressed in his camies. “Still prying on me sexual preference and my family, hu” I thought to myself as I watched him walk to the door. Even though he did look hot in his camies and my sister was right he’s one hot marine. I was still mad when he knocked on the door.



“Get in here” I ordered not knowing what would happen, but my anger got the best of me over-powering my desire for his body. I wanted answers first. He had a shocked look on his face when I abruptly ordered him nevertheless he did as ordered. Walked in the door as I slammed it and barked “sit down”, which he also followed.



“Why didn’t you tell me you were Stacy’s fiancé for one? Why did you pry on me being gay? Now tell me the truth who are you really or I’ll tell Stacy the truth. That you have the hots for me. Now Lt. Mike Louis tell me the truth or you’ll suffer the consequences” I ordered Mike as I stood in front of him hoping to intimidate him.



He sat there stunned for a moment then “Yes Sir!” Mike barked as he saluted me as if I were is commanding officer. “I am going to be your brother-in-law although the date of the wedding as yet to be determined. We did meet as youngsters, but your dad never told me anything of your life. It was your sister. I did know him while I was dating your sister, but he was proud of your achievements. He always talked about his son in college so I felt as if I knew you. I’m sorry if you feel as if I lied to you or was using you” Mike explained.



“Why the tight hugging and the hard cock business what was that? If your marring Stacy” I asked Mike who sat on the sofa with his legs spread apart looking as macho as he could. Mike seemed to still be holding something back even with his macho exterior. Since he is a marine I decided to pull some of those strings seeing if I could get results that way.



“ATIN-HUT” I barked like a commanding officer of his and he did respond immediately standing up solid as a pole with his hands behind his back awaiting inspection. I was going to pull on these strings and see what becomes of it.



Lt. Louis stood at attention being 6″4′ tall he stood taller than me, but followed my barking orders. I walked around him smacking his ass on my way around him. He flinched as if he were not expecting the sudden smacking so as I returned to the front side of him. I stood there looking at him in his eyes as if I were trying to pry into his soul. Then I abruptly grabbed his cock tightly to use it as a lever or his handle that started to harden.



“WHAT?! A MARINE GETTING AROUSED BY A MAN” I yelled into his face while I still tightly clutched his stiffing cock in my hand. A painful and disgraceful look on his face made me realize that he hadn’t expected this occurrences of events so now I had this macho marine in the palm of my hand.



“Sorry sir” Mike whinnied in pain.



“NOW YOUR WHINNING! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO WEAR THAT UNIFORM” I barked again in his face.



“Sir?” Mike said confused not being able “read between the lines”. I unbuckled his belt and pants and abruptly yanked them down along with hiss underwear. His big stiffed cock bounced once free of it’s constraints and leaked precum. I could see the muscular hairy legs he has as he stood at attention. He was definitely getting off on being disgraced as a marine and exposing his hard cock.



“Sir please don’t” Mike pleaded as he stood there with his 7′ throbbing cock leaking and bouncing fully on display for all to see.



“Macho Marine huh? I don’t think so more like a pussy, liar, and a marine fag. You’re a disgrace to that uniform pussy” I degraded him. I sat down on the sofa patted my lap ordering him “lay down on my lap” without any words that he did promptly also without words. I immediately laid into his hairy muscular ass “SMACK, SMACK!” with my hand. Mike screamed in agony as kept my constant of smacking his ass up switching between his solid ass cheeks. Feeling his muscular cheeks tighten combined with his agonizing pleas for me to stop as I continued to smack his cheeks.



“AWWWHHHH please stop sir please” Mike cried out as my hand continued to meet his hair covered skin of his ass as my constant smacking seemed to give him even more pain. Whipping my soon to be brother-in-law was getting me so aroused and even though he was crying out in pain pleading for me to stop his cock saying something different like he was enjoying being disciplined breaking him down a couple pegs. As I continued to beat the macho, arrogant attitude right out as well as his lying to me cause he needs to learn that “marines don’t lie”.



“If Stacy could only see you now. Maybe I should call her to see if she could come over to see her “macho marine”. I wonder what she’d say don’t you? She might even join in and you’d get twice the beating.” I threatened him as my constant spanking is beginning to make his ass red as I’m sure his face is with the freighting thought of Stacy coming over to see her fiancé getting an old fashion over-the-knee spanking that is long overdue.



“NO, NO please don’t! She’d breakup with me thinking that I’m a fag and not the macho marine she believes me to be” Mike implored me not to call Stacy as I kept my constant spanking now on his red ass.



“AAAHHH so you’re a marine fag then huh” humiliating him as I continued to make his ass a bright red. SMACK, SMACK with great strength harder than I have before.



AAAAWWWHHH AAAWWWHHH SHIT STOP, STOP PLEASE STOP SIR PLEASE! I’ll tell you the truth now please sir just stop please and don’t call Stacy…AAAAAWWWHHHH please sir” imploring me to stop his beating with the faint sounds of sobs while he pleaded for mercy. I’ve been enjoying this immensely but I wanted the truth from him this time so I stopped my beating of his ass. I let him up, but to kneel in front of me to explain himself.



“Get off me and kneel in front of me and explain yourself, or at least try” I ordered Mike after stopping his ass spanking.



“YES SIR” Mike obediently barks and got up off my lap enough to kneel in front of me as I ordered him. “Sir, I’m dreadfully sorry sir that I displeased you sir by lying to you at the reunion. Sir, I lied to you hoping that I could get to know you better since I’m going to be you brother-in-law. We should know each other better sir, but this isn’t what I had in mind. Stacy told me your gay and wanted to know if I’d have a problem with it. I of course told her no because I love her so much. I only told you that “I’m your mach marine” to get your curiosity up and to call me.” Mike said hoping that I’d understand and remaining silent after his explanation not wanting to make things worse for himself.



An impulse rose in me and out of reflex I unexpected smacked him across his face then ” you expect me to believe that bull shit” I asked him.



“Please sir it’s the honest truth! I’m telling you now because I…I…I…I Lo…I love…I love you sir” Mike hesitantly conveyed to me. I was dumbfounded and momentarily speechless when he said that. I honestly didn’t know what to think of what he just told me since he’s engaged to marry my sister. What would she say if he told her that he fell in love with me and broke it off with Stacy deciding not to marry her.



Before I could say a word the phone rang still a little dumb struck I didn’t want to answer it. I looked at the caller ID and it was my sister calling me so I answered it.



“Hello” I said after I picked it up.



“Hi Jason is Mike there?” she asked at a most unfortunate time.



“Yes Stacy, Do you want to talk to him?” I responded in the phone. Looking down at Mike he had a unusual look on his face knowing it was Stacy calling.



“No Jason just listen to me. I know about how Mike feels about you. I really had no intention of marrying him it was just an attempt to get you two to meet and see if you guys would be compatible. I know you called him today and wanted him to come over.” Stacy said over the phone that left me even more dumbfounded than a few seconds earlier when Mike told me he loves me.



“HUMMM OK thanks sis. You want me to tell him want you said” I said into the phone as I stared down at Mike.



“No Jason, We’ve already talked about this. If dad were here he’d want you to be happy as do I. We’ll see each other soon kid hope you guys are having fun. Bye Jason” I listened to Stacy say. After hanging up the phone I looked down at Mike who is still on his knees. Not quite knowing what to say to him in response to his “I love you” statement. This would change everything between Stacy, Mike, and myself from now on. Why he just didn’t tell me sooner would’ve spared him the ass spanking he just got due to my anger of his dishonesty. I sat back in the sofa still in disbelief of what just transpired here. I never thought that this macho marine who seemed straight as a pole would express that he loves me after letting me beat his ass.



“Sir, you ok? Who was that on the phone if I may ask sir? I do love you Sir” Mike inquired. Still in a amazement of being told by mike “I love you” who was going to be my brother-in-law. If that wasn’t shocking enough my sister calls moments after that and before I could respond telling me “she had no intention of marring Mike plus it was only an attempt to “get us together” that did work. How she knew that I called Mike is still a mystery, but I’m sure that I’ll learn all the details if not from Mike then later from Stacy. My head still trying to process the information that has been inputted in over five minutes isn’t easy.



“Mike, who orchestrated this little plan to “hook us up” and why didn’t someone just come out with it at the beginning that you had the hots for me. Not that I’m not flattered by your attraction to me, cause I’m attracted to you too. You could’ve stopped me long time ago from beating your ass, why didn’t you? Tell me or you’ll get an ass pounding that you’ve never had before by anyone not even the one that I gave you previously” I told Mike in a mix of anger, disbelief, and lust.



“OK sir, I brought it up with Stacy last month on one of our dates. She wasn’t that attracted to me after I told her that I’m attracted to you not her. She and I both orchestrated the plan that “hooked us up” and the family reunion was the ideal bait for lack of better word. I didn’t want to come out with it because of USMC pride that was drummed into me by the marine corps and my dad so I was a little shy when I realized that I was attracted to you or men in general. Stacy and I both also knew that you’d be mad when some of the truth surfaced so you’d want to take it out on me. I’ve never been whipped before nor have I ever been dominated by anyone let alone done any master/slave stuff. I was curious about it as well as how far you would take it. I do love you Jason even if you don’t feel the same for me. Is there anything else you want to know and may I get up sir or are you going to spank me again? Please sir I’ve been a bad boy covering up a lie with another lie not to mention teaming up with Stacy to trick you sir” finally honestly explained to me.



“What kind of relationship do you want? A master/slave or a more mutual relationship? I would’ve been willing talk with you honestly there was no need for all this deception between you and my sis. Your right you have been a bad boy” I responded to Mike’s statement. I wanted to spank him again, but I wanted to get to know him now a little better. When he told me that he’s never been dominated I suddenly got an yearning to fuck his muscle cherry ass. I am mad though as I stared down at this Macho Marine who is a closeted fag and just came out of the closet in the most unusual way but it was successful. I began to see Lt. Mike Louis in a whole different way now and not as a soon to be brother-in-law, but as a possible life companion for me instead.

Wow, thick. How long is it?



- 7 inches



Hot, dark, uncut cock!



can I see it with the foreskin over the head, by any chance?



Awesome, what a fatty!



You like to top? You like to slide that into me?”



- Yes



- I would like to fuck your tight ass.



- Show me your hole.



Itching for your cock. What position do you like?



- First your back ’cause I want to see your face as I’m sliding my big fat cock up your sweet tight ass.



- Then doggy style to pound that ass.



You’ll be stretching me open with that cock.



- Yes, I want you to moan like a little bitch.



- I want you to beg for more cock.



- And I want you to swallow my big load.



I’ll do what you want.



I’ll get down on my knees and beg to lick the sweat off your balls.



Lick up that load and suck every last drop out of your hard cock.



- You’ll be my bitch



Use me, I’m your cock slave.



- I want to spank that ass as I’m fucking it.



That’s it, punish my ass till it’s red and sore.



And if you really want to punish me, pull out your cock and make me beg for it.



- I will.



- I want to fuck you raw.



Put it in. Own me with your cock.



- I want to force you to suck my cock, force you to deep throat it.



- Make you gag.



Force it in. Suffocate me.



- The more you suffer the more you want my cock.



- You’ll cry for me to put it in your ass.



Get it all on video so you can show I’m your slave.



I’m desperate for it, almost crying, please!



- You really want it?



My ass was made for your cock. I can’t refuse even if it hurts.



I’m grovelling, licking your feet.



Please, God, please give it to me.



I’ll take your spit, your piss, whatever you give me.



I worship your cock



- Beg for it.



Your cock is my god.



I worship every inch of it with my tongue, my lips, my throat, my fingers, my ass.



I’m a worthless piece of shit whose only function is to serve your cock, however you say.



Please do me the honour of putting it in me, even though I don’t deserve it.



I love the shape of it, the feel of it, the precious drops of pre-cum that ooze out of the slit.



Please give it to me.



Please, please let me take your magnificent cock!



- I want you to sit on it.



- Take it all.



- Moan like a little bitch.



I sit on it.



- Show me your hole.



- I want to see where I’m going to put my cock in.



Im so proud to take it.



But as I’m trying to slide down on it, it feels so thick.



- Take it all bitch.



- Moan like a little bitch.



It’s stretching my hole open.



- Take it bitch.



- Take it all.



Fuck, my ass is burning, but I know I have to take it.



- I don’t care.



- Take it all.



I look into my master’s eyes humbly, knowing the honour of taking his cock.



- Good.



My insides feel completely full, the heat of the master cock spreads through my body.



I belong here, riding the cock.



- Cause if you can’t take it all I’ll give it to someone else.



Please God, no! I know there’s a million others who could be in my place.



All I can do is work as hard as I can to satisfy my master.



Please don’t give it to anyone else!



- I won’t, but keep riding it.



- Now bend over.



- As I’m sliding in, I want you to scream like a whore.



- Scream and moan. Like a bitch.



I cry with relief that the master will keep using me for a while.



As the cock slides back into my aching hole, my sobs turn to a scream.



I moan pathetically, experiencing the shock of being entered again, my tender hole twitching and gripping its master.



The force of the thrusts overwhelms me.



- But you’re taking it all.



- Like an obedient little whore.



My own pathetic dick bucks around, hard, weeping pre-cum, but I don’t dare touch it, focused on the assault on my ass.



I take it all, useless for anything else.



- I want you to stroke yourself as I’m fucking you.



- I want to see you cum as I’m fucking that ass.



I stroke myself as instructed.



- I want you to feel the pleasure and pain.



- Both at the same time.



- Show me that ass again.



The pressure on my insides is so intense, I feel like I might lose control of my bladder, and my dick is so sensitive, touching it is excruciating.



My ass is being destroyed, but waves of pleasure burn through me. I can’t take any more.



- Take it bitch.



- I want you to cum.



I almost beg for it to stop, but it’s useless and wrong for me to do that.



- I’ll say when your done.



- When it’s over.



- Show me your fucking ass.



- Bitch.



My dick starts to spasm, but nothig comes out, as if my insides are too fucked up for me to come.



- Keep stroking it.



The feeling is so intense as my ass grips the source of all pleasure.



Finally my cock starts drooling cum, thick gobs that make a pool beneath me. I feel dizzy and my knees shake.



- I’ll start pounding harder. Answer. Harder.



- You’re begging to keep going.



- That ass, it’s so good and juicy.



I cry from the pleasure, and from knowing I belong completely to the cock mastering me.



- I’ll keep going, you begging me to cum inside you.



“Harder, harder, destroy me!”



- You want my cum?



- You want it all in your ass? Your fucked-up ass?



- I want you to beg for my cum in your ass.



“Master, bless my pathetic ass with your precious cum.”



- Ok whore, here it goes – all my cum in your ass.



“Make me a receptacle, fill me up.”



- I’m cumming.



- Take it all



I feel shot after shot gushing into me.



It hammers into me and coats my insides.



- Now I want you to suck every drop left behind.



I fall to my knees and reverently worship the cock with my mouth, savouring every drop I can find.



- Suck it clean.



The cum is salty and sweet, the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I wish I could live just on this.



- Okay bitch. You can rest for now.



I leave the cock well washed with my spit.



- But be ready.



- I’ll be back soon.



I know the honour of being used this way. And I will always be ready to serve.

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