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Cub Boy Training - Page 4: Government Issue Men
As you remember from the last episode, as we reentered the living room Master Jake took me right to the General and said. "General, would you like to hold my little Cub, he is wearing a butt plug and really likes the smell and taste of men. He likes to be fondled Sir, but still has a feather trigger, so you will have to be careful or you could be sprayed! We are working on that Sir!"
As the Master removed his hand from my shoulder, he said, "Go to Parade Rest Boy - spread those feet out wide, hands behind your back!" Master stood at my side, slightly to my rear, put his hand on my waistband. The general leaned forward, grasp the front. Three swift jerks, snaps released, each held half my fatigue in their hand. I was standing there completely nude. The general smiled, cupped his palm under my chin, then ran his fingers down over my neck, my nipples, chest, stomach, to the patch of short blond bush above my pubes. His eyes fixed on my package. He cupped his hand under my ball sack and gently lifted them bouncing them in his palm, moved his hand up, grasp my the shaft stroking the loose skin, watching the foreskin pull away from the head. He stopped when I was hard, then released his hand.
"Step back two steps soldier boy - remain at Parade Rest!" He rose to his feet, removed his shirt and placed it over the back of his chair. He removed his webbed military belt, looped it around my neck, securing the brass buckle, creating a collar and leash. He removed his hands, leaving it to dangle like a necktie down my chest. His hands went to work unbuttoning his fatigues, spreading the fly open wide. He unsnapped his boxers and lifted his entire package, balls and all up and let them drop before my eyes. Circumcised and hung quite well, he had a semi surrounded with the same growth of long gray hair that covered most of his chest. He stroked it a couple of times, then took a short grip on my leash and directed my face to his chest. Like my Master, he did not wear cologne or use scented soap. He smelled clean and masculine. Just a hint of perspiration was forming now, giving off his individual scent. He rubbed my face back and forth over his chest, then guided my lips to his left nipple. His nipple was huge. The areola surrounding was the size of a quarter. As I sucked, nibbled, gently bite, he let out a moan and I felt his dick press, then rub against me. His one knee rose, pushed up against my ball sack, rubbing the coarse hair on his thigh gently against my ball sack. This felt very warm and sexy.
"Bite them soldier boy, show me how much you like them son! That's it son! YEA, perfect!" I realized a hint of clear fluid that tasted like1percent milk oozed from his nipple. Suddenly he stiffened, let out a moan and shot his load over my tummy. He dropped his knee and held me to him shaking until I felt the final pulsation of his dick. After he caught his breath, he scooped up his skeet off my belly and fed me. "Now on your knees boy - clean up this mess with your tongue!" I cleaned his stomach, cock and balls, leaving me with a powerful lust for more. I sucked his cock into my mouth and hoped it would deliver me another load, but he pulled me off and dropped back into his chair. "I'll need a breather son!" He looked to my Master. "Colonel, you have the makings of a fine Cub Boy here! He certainly got me off quickly tonight!"
"Officers, on your feet now, take off your shirts, line up here in front of me, open your drawers and go to Display at Parade Rest!" Quickly, they were all lined up in front of the General with their cock and balls displayed, legs spread wide, hands behind their backs. He stood, walked back and forth a couple of times massaging and stroking their cocks and balls until the four were hard, including my Master. "Gentlemen, on the floor and form a Daisy Chain, show the boy how we Marines keep our pipes clean and from going crazy in the bush! Do not ejaculate!" In an instant, they were down, locked together in a circle, licking and slurping at each other. Each had a head buried in the groin of the next performing oral sex on his fellow officer. It was a sight-to-behold watching them, made me lust, wanting to be part of their action.
"As for you son, come over here and stand at Parade Rest in front of me. "He dropped to his knees in front of me and buried his face in my groin. For the longest while he just inhaled, moaning and fondling my cock balls with his hands. He kept rubbing his face in my blond bush and moaning. My eyes kept returning to the display of male beef circled on the floor. They were each making the familiar sounds my Master makes when he is rutting me. I felt my cock slide into the General's mouth. His tongue circled the glands almost making me ejaculate. He felt my climax was rapidly approaching, grabbed my cock at the base and squeezed it so hard I almost screamed. The sensation passed and my juices drained back from erupting.
He backed off and said, "Don't you shoot boy! The Colonel tells me you like anal sex the best boy! I'll see what we can do to put a smile on your face tonight son! It is a Marine Officer's duty to keep his young troopers happy so they will always give their best performance when in combat! He pulled a black rubber ring with leather strapping and snap fasteners from his pocket. He worked it down over my cock, right to the base, fit the leather straps around my balls, cinched it up and snapped it in place. "That should keep you from prematurely ejaculating boy. Now go stand in the officer's circle at Parade Rest boy."
He followed me to the circle and gave my master an order. "Prepare the boy for Bottom's Up service Colonel. On your knees men, you know the exercise routine and rotation!" My Master pulled the butt plug and sat it aside. He spread my ass cheeks, pulled a tube of KY from his pocket and lubed, inserting three fingers and spreading me gently. The other officers were rubbing and fondling my legs, thighs, cock and balls. My Master lowered me into the doggy position and mounted me as the others took other positions to massage, lick and suck on my body parts. The Captain positioned himself in front of me and rubbed his cock over my lips until I opened and in he went. Master had me grasped by the hips and was slowly entering my love canal, the Captain pushed down my throat getting me timed to his actions, the other Colonel was under me licking and sucking on my cock and balls. The Major had the largest dick, not only long, well over 10inches, but big around. He was straddle, crouched over me rubbing his entire groin, ass, cock and balls over my sweaty back. I was in hog heaven. I wanted it all and I was getting it all. The combined scent of these guys had my head swimming with their pheromones.
The General stood to the side watching, giving his officers orders, rotating their positions until I had received a load from each man up my wazoo and a few down my throat. I was hard, excited, lusting for their dicks. Every one of them well endowed, but the Major was exceptionally large. He was prime beef, huge balls dangling between his loins. He was last to enter my bottom. As he fucked me, the General told my master to remove the apparatus on my cock and balls. The General positioned himself under me with his mouth directly under me. Each time the Major pounded into me, drops of liquid would ooze from my dick and the General would lift his head and lick it clean. The Major was really rutting me now. When the Major stiffened and shot his load, the General shouted, "Shoot Boy!" I shot a huge load and he was just in time to lock his lips over my dick and receive it all. He moaned and pulled my pubes down into his face and held me there for what seemed like an eternity.
The General finally emerged from under me, smiling, licking his lips. "Nectar of the Gods men - sweet, a bit salty and a bit nutty - wonderful! Colonel, I think this one is going to make a very welcome addition to our group once you get him fully trained in our ways. Train him well Colonel, especially in dungeon training and we will plan a party soon at my home so he can meet all our members with their Boys. I don't know about you men, but I must be on my way this evening. Wonderful meal Colonel, great entertainment, fantastic dessert." After the General left, the others soon said their complements and were on their way.
"Get over here Cub Boy and give your Master a big hug, I'm so proud of you son. I've never seen my friends as turned on and excited with a new Cub as tonight, especially the General and the Major. The Major asked if he could help with your dungeon training. You and he hit it off together right from the beginning tonight. You had something very special going on between you. You definitely have an eye for him. He would be the perfect choice for the job. Would you like that Boy?
"Oh yes master! The Major is handsome, macho, and very dominant. Like you Master Jake." I thought it best not to tell the Master I really liked his much larger dick for fear he would take it the wrong way. I wanted more, much more of the Major inside me in the future. His big dick was awesome the way it filled me up and rubbed against my special place. The last thing I wanted was for my Master to get jealous and punish me by picking someone else to assist in my dungeon training. If I keep my mouth shut now, everything will be perfect and I will see a lot of the Major.
"Come boy, it is only midnight, you don't have to get going until about 5am to be back safely in bed before Grandma gets up." He lifted me into his arms and carried me to his bed. He set the alarm for 5am,crawled in next to me and let me sniff, lick and suck on him for awhile. Before long, he rolled me over on my side and I felt him slip into me. Gently at first, then wild, he roughly tore himself a hot fuck between my loins. After that display of dominant ownership over my body, he pulled from me slid down and gave me head. We cuddled and fell right off to sleep. I felt his warm breath against my neck, kissing and sniffing once in awhile during the night. I pretended asleep, but soon he brought me back to an excited state with his dick sliding in me again. I squeezed and massaged as he slowly brought himself to climax, then remained inside me and went right back to sleep. Now I was all worked up again and a bit frustrated, so I spit on my fingers and worked the head of my dick, trying not to move so not to awaken him. I dare not ejaculate, but it sure felt good for awhile, especially with his dick still lodged inside me. I got myself lusting, inhaling his scent in the bed, slowly moving my ass over his dick. Eventually I did drop off to sleep.
When the alarm went off at 4am, he hit the snooze button and brought me to life with another breathless love session. This time he told me I could cum in his hand when he ejaculated. He fed it to me, had me lick his fingers clean and popped me on the ass. "Time to rise and shine Boy! Clean yourself up inside, take a hot shower, put your butt plug back in that I sat on the counter, dress and come back and give me a kiss before you head for home." He was asleep as I gave him a peck on the cheek and headed toward home, the long six blocks. There were two people walking their dogs along my route. It was cold, soupy fog had rolled in during the night. Still four blocks from home, a police car with a single member of San Francisco's finest pulled over to the curb, gave a hit on his horn to get my attention and waved me over. He rolled down the window and asked. "What you doing out in this fog in just sweats son?" I answered, "Been to a friends Sir, only four more block to go and I'll be home."
"Well, hop in son and I'll drive you home, I'm headed your way. Just got off duty, but on call the rest of today." What's your name, age and address son?" When I told him, he said, "Your Grandma Schmidt's grandson then. I live in the apartments right across from her there on Scott Street. Lived there for going on 6 years now and known your grandma for the same. Quite the lady! Bakes me cookies sometimes!" I immediately felt comfortable with him and got into the squad car passenger seat. He made conversation immediately, said. "I just bought this Dell Computer and don't know anything about using it yet. About all I been able to do so far, Solitaire and search the Internet. I do not have much patience with the damn thing yet. I can not seem to figure out how to set up the email or much of anything else either. You know much about computers Joey? After I told him I had been using a computer for years and knew quite a bit about them he said. "How would you like to come by the apartment later this morning and give me a lesson or two - teach me how to email at least? I shook my head and said sure, smiled and was almost staring at his basket as he pulled up in front of the house. "OK then Joey Schmidt, my name is Officer Jerry Gallagher and I live in apartment 26 on the second floor. Just come up anytime later this morning." I stepped out of the car; about to pull the key from my pocket that opened the security gate when he called me back. "Say hello to Grandma Schmidt, tell her Jerry Gallagher said hello." My wheels were turning, spinning having met such a nice guy, a cop and quite the hunk too. I wonder if he is married, divorced, has a regular girl. It would be great if he likes the boys. Was he giving me a good look over, or was my imagination running away with me?
Grandma called me down to breakfast at the usual time. It was Sunday and she would be going to Mass; so, I cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen as usual. When I was finished, I told her I had met Officer Jerry Gallagher the apartments across the street. She raved about what a nice young man he was and how good it was to have him living in the neighborhood. Then she said, "He is a good Catholic Boy and he goes to church; so why don't you Joey? It make you a better person!" I pretended I didn't hear her. "You want to come to church with me today Joey? You can't go in that outfit. You have some nice clothing Joey. Why not you wear on Sundays? You should dress up on Sundays and attend church with your grandma." I finally answered, "Not today grandma, I'll go next Sunday with you." I called the taxi for her and she was off by 9:30 for the 10:00 service. She always took lunch with friends after church; so I knew she couldn't be home until well after 1:30pm or 2:00pm.
About 10:00am I phoned Master Jake! He answered, said he was just headed out the door headed to have brunch with a couple of friends and to call him later in the afternoon. It was still cold and foggy out, but I was not going to sit in this big old house alone and vegetate. I found that old bright orange douche bag I had seen many times hanging in grandma's bathroom closet and headed upstairs to my bathroom. I removed my butt plug, filled the old girl with warm soapy water and did the deed until I was nice and clean. I took a hot shower, got squeaky clean, and replaced the clean butt plug. I put on clean cloths, a jacket and headed across the street to see Officer Jerry Gallagher and his new computer.
I rang the buzzer to apartment 25. "Yea, who's there came over the speaker?" I answered, "Joey Schmidt Sir." The release clicked on the lobby door and I entered. As I approached apartment 25, the door was open and Jerry was standing back in the room in just his uniform trousers. The belt was loose, the top button undone and the zipper down about two inches. The snap was loosened and his boxer shorts were open as well displaying a great deal of coal black bush. He was watching something on the TV, sucking on a can of Pepsi. My eyes fixed on his crotch, trying not to be too obvious that I was checking him out. The same coal black hair covered his chest and ran right down the center of his abs to the mass that covered all the way down out of sight. His pits were loaded with the same stuff. Even his arms covered with a thick growth, right over the backs of his hands and on top of each finger. I thought he was handsome sitting in his squad car, but now he was more than handsome, he was awesomely handsome. My eyes kept returning to his crotch. The dark material of his pants made it difficult to see how he was dressed. When the light from the TV reflected just right, I realized he was dressed to the left and he was sporting quite a package. I thought, "Boxer shorts are great, no support, just let it hang loose for all to enjoy!"
"Kick the door shut Joey, make yourself comfortable. Grab a Pepsi from the refrigerator, computers over there on the desk. Fire it up - be with you the minute this WWE tape is finished. I noticed he was watching a wrestling match he had probably taped on video while he was on duty. Stone Cold Steve Austin had Jerrico pined in a headlock, just about ready to tap out. I made a comment as I passed. "Ain't Stone Cold a Bear? I did grab a Pepsi and headed for the computer. He had Windows Explorer and the Internet set up and working, but his email was not set up yet. I realized he had no document files, picture files, or anything at all in the computer; however, it came preloaded with quite a few programs and a nice Epson printer. I noticed a couple of boxes on the floor that were still sealed. One was a HP Scanner; the other was a Cannon 4MegaPixel digital camera - first class. I drooled! I checked the Computer specifications and realized he had purchased the very best, capable of doing extensive photography work. What he did not have yet was powerful photo imaging software.
When the tape clicked, started to rewind, he clicked off the TV, walked over and watched the computer screen over my shoulder. "I'll set up your email if you want Sir. Did they give you a disk or a sheet of instructions where you signed up for Internet services? He produced the disk and the instructions. I had noticed he had DS, which was lightening fast compared to my 56baud modem. After I got his email all set up and he entered his secret password I sent a couple of emails to myself, then went back in and retrieved them using my ID and password to test that it worked. I showed him how to do it all, at least the basics. He sat in the chair and he pecked out a message on the keyboard to a friend across the bay. He asked me if I would mind trying to set up the scanner and his digital camera, pointed to the boxes and I jumped at the chance to do it. I had wanted a digital camera for some time now. Here was the opportunity to play with one. We read the instruction on the scanner and had it working in no time. The digital camera was a bit more challenging. We finally figured it all out, got it hooked up and loaded the software that came with the camera. I took a couple of shots of him posing, flexing his muscles and acting silly. He took a couple of me. When the pictures of him appeared on the computer monitor, I maximized them, hit print and we had everything working. I said, "All you need now is some photo quality paper, some Adobe photo imaging software and you are in business Sir. You can go into the photography business! What I would do to have a setup like this!"
He grabbed my shoulder, pulled me to him and gave me a big hug. "Hey Joey, thanks a million for setting this up for me! I owe you big time! You can come over and use it anytime I home, maybe even give me some more lessons. Damn you smell good Joey!" He ran his hands through my ponytail. "You just washed these golden locks and they smell as good as you look - a genuine blue eyed blond beauty, that's what you are Joey Boy!" He lowered his head and sniffed my hair; his nose buried right in my hair. He held me tightly, actually pulled me against him. I thought I felt his dick pressed against my side, but I was not sure until he held me out at arm's length in front of him and said. "You are one beautiful boy Joey, see what you are doing to me!" He took my hand, placed it over his crotch and squeezed my fingers around his shaft. He was growing, already semi hard. He removed his hand to see what I would do. Naturally, I caressed and fondled it for a minute. It did not take any effort to center his dick and let it poke up out of his open trousers. He went weak in the knees for just a second, then caught his balance. He looked down into my eyes and said, "I want you Joey, I want you a lot. You ever fooled around with a man?"
All I had to say was, "YES SIR, AT YOUR SERVICE OFFICER GALLAGHER SIR," and put my nose to him and inhaled. He had not showered after he came off duty and he smelled just as I had guessed he would - wonderfully masculine. His whole personality seemed to change. He went from laid back to aggressive and dominant as he ran his hands over my clothing copping feels here and there as I continued to squeeze and massage his poker. His tool was not long, about 8inches, but the girth on that baby astounded me. It seemed to keep expanding even wider as I worked it in my palm.
"Off with the clothing Joey, let me see some skin!" He assisted me, had me nude, standing before him so he could rub and fondle me, inspect my fair skin and pubs. When he rubbed his fingers over my rosebud, he realized I was wearing a butt plug. "Someone has already claimed you haven't they Joey?" All I could say was, "YES SIR, he has me in training, but he doesn't own me yet SIR. SIR, I want you too Sir!" He looked me over very closely and said, "He's already removed all your body hair, except for this little patch here above your groin. He must be military or a leather man, into some kinky stuff most likely. You like the rough and kinky stuff Joey?" I answered, "Not sure yet Sir! All I have really done so far is oral and anal sex, spankings, suspension, drank reclaimed beer, enemas, golden showers, and had a taste of the Cat-o- nine-tails Sir! I did not like the Cat at all! My favorites are strong man scents, hairy men, and oral and anal sex. I am getting use to the butt plug, but it keeps me horny most of the time Sir. Are you kinky too Sir?"
"Well! Is this my lucky day finding you at 5am in the morning walking the streets of San Francisco in the early morning fog, living right across the street just minutes away! I'll show you what I like today Joey and you can decide for yourself if you like what I do with young boys." I asked, "Sir, would you dress all up in your uniform again and let me see you, let me undress you before we have sex?"
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