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How I ended up as a ROTC slave
I'm a freshman in college this year, just thought I'd share with you how a 3 letter athlete ended up a submissive slave to a Senior ROTC 2nd LT. It still doesn't seem real to me, except when I am called to report by Lt. Tim.
It all started very early Saturday morning in my first semester here at the university. I had been a jock in school but was aware that I had no outstanding talent, I wasn't gonna be offered a scholarship. My best sport was Baseball, football was ok, and I barely got by in wrestling. So I headed off to school to pursue a career in Business. Pre-Accounting.
I was assigned a cool roommate in the dorm. He was on a ROTC scholarship.
He wasn't as build as I was but not too bad either. But he sure looked a lot better in his Army uniform. In the 3rd or 4th week of the Semester, we were both waken at 6:15am! By Lt. Tim a senior who was in charge of my roomie's (Mark) platoon or unit. He grabbed his leg and turned his ass on the floor and started yelling at him.
Let me tell you a little about Tim. I was mesmerized the first moment I saw him. He is about 6'3 about 3 inches taller than I, not an ounce of fat on his body, just a muscled stud. He's not all bulked out, just a fine set of pecs, biceps which were straining under his brown army T-shirt. His buzz cut black hair army fatigues and boots made him a sight!
I was so amazed. I just kept starring at him. My dick however had other ideas. My 7incher had snapped to attention. He looked at me a few times as he was shouting for Mark to get his shit together and get going. As Mark went to the bathroom to piss, Tim closed the door. I was still admiring his ass and the way his back flared out.
He walked over to my bed and got right in my face. "Do you think I'm some kind of Faggot, BOY?" I was dumbfounded, couldn't speak. He grabbed my hard dick and said, "You think I don't notice this boner BOY?" "Um, ah, well" was all I could stammer. "Fags like you just want this" and he drove my head into his crotch. He slapped my face and said "BOY you will report to me tonight at the Pike house, at 2100 hours!" "If you don't show, I'll be pissed and have to drag your ass over there." "You had better have thought of a reason why your dick got hard when I walked in this room or you'll be sorry" Tim then just pushed me back to bed. Mark came in a minute later, laced up his boots and left with Tim.
My heart was beating like a rabbit, and my dick was as hard as stone. Do I go or not. I think he is the hottest guy I've ever seen, but he seems a bit extreme. I was debating all day, went for a run to try to clear my head. Mark returned from duty at 7:00(1900) dripping with sweat. Seems like Tim took charge of him and ran his ass hard, lots of PT. Mark kept on what a fucking hardass Tim was. Now I wasn't sure what Tim had told him. Did Mark know anything?
I left the dorm at 8:30.
ROTC SLAVE part 2
As I said I left the Dorm at 8:30. Lt. Tim had told me to show up at 2100 hours. In my mind I was running scenarios of what might happen. Would he and some other ROTC guys beat me up, would they fuck me, would he just talk. I still wasnt sure in my mind if I was actually going to go. But that was my mind. My legs were under my cock's control, and they were marching me straight to the pike house.
I had showered before I left but I was all sweaty and nervous when I arrived at the door. I just thought I don't know his last name!. Its just Tim. What if there are two Tim's?. What if someone asks me how I know him or what I'm there for. Hell I don't know what I'm here for. I stood there at the door for a few minutes. Then the Door opened, a studly guy walked out with a knockout of a girl. He just looked at me like I was not there. Another guy seeing me at the door, asks me what I wanted. In my most calm voice I tried to say "Here to see Tim" but my voice showed the stress I was feeling. The guy laughed and said, "another soldier boy gonna get his ass chewed out by the General" He pointed to the stairs and said last door on the left 2nd floor. "Good Luck"
Well I was past the first hurdle. I was in the house. Not too bad considering some of the frat houses I've been. Still it had the smell of a house filled with College guys, sort of the lockerroom smell mixed with food. I walked past the bathroom, with a open shower room, just like the gym. My dick got hard thinking about all those guys washing up. I figured the door with the huge US ARMY recruiting poster on it was Tim's. I knocked on his door, I figured if he was gonna beat me up, he'd probably not invite me in his house to do it. I'd almost welcome it as this tension and anticipation was going to kill me real soon anyway.
LT. Tim answered the door, with basically the same outfit on he had on 15 hours earlier. His boots, cammouflage pants, and tight tshirt. I could see the wet stains on his shirt from his sweat. He said "Well Faggot you actually had the balls to show up" He looked at his watch and said "You gonna learn to be punctual BOY, I said 2100, not 2055" I thought I was smart comming early. "You just sit your Faggot Ass Down here in the hall, and Report when I told you to" So I sat on the floor waiting for 9:00 exactly. One guy left his room and laughed at me sitting there waiting. But didnt seem suprised to see me there.
At 2100 exacally, I again knocked on the door, "Get in here" was barked from the other side. I entered his room for the first time. His room was fairly large, a unmade bed in the corner, bookshelves filled with awards, lots of ARMY pictures and posters on the walls. Clothes everywhere, pants, shirts, jocks, shorts, briefs, socks, cleats, and shoes. what struck me most was the smell. I now knew where the lockerrom scent was comming from that I smelled downstairs. His room just oozed a sweaty manly musk. "Shut the door, Faggot".
I didn't exacally liked being called names, after all I wasn't some faggy art student. The ones I've seen on campus passing out flyers for the queernation or an aids rally. I was a jock in my own right. "So Boy" Tim said as he moved toward me. "What's your story. Why did you show up here tonite?" "Seems like your willing to follow any order I give" He was inspecting me, feeling my arms, my head, twisting my tits. "Well, I guess so" I answered, in a way I didnt know why I had come and in a way I knew I would do whatever he told me to. He snapped on me, "YOU GUESS SO, WHAT?" he asked, getting in my face again, just like he had this morning. Fuck I thought what does he want. He pushed me down to my knees. "On your knees before a Man like me BOY!" It felt weird and I knew I should have told him fuck you, and stormed out of there, but I saw myself sink to my knees, and face his crotch at eye level. "BOY you will address ME as SIR, Every sentence out of your mouth will be preceded and followed with SIR, you will not speak unless spoken to! DO YOU UNDERSTAND BOY?" As i stared into his khaki covered pants, thinking of the sweaty cock inches from me, I heard myself saying "SIR YES SIR"
I suppose at that moment I became Lt. Tim's boy. He walked behind me and asked me "So, BOY, you're a cocksucker? huh" "BOY ANSWER ME". I was sweating now, thinking how deep I was getting in with this stud. "Yes SIR" I responded weakly. He slap me across the face. "ANSWER CORRECTLY BOY" "SIR YES SIR", a second slap harder than the first. My face was stinging, flushed with blood and sweating. I look up at Tim confused, "Answer me BOY You a cocksucker?" SIR, YES i am a cocksucker SIR" a smile broke out on his face. He laughed and sat back on his bed.
"Crawl over here" "Tell me Boy you always let your little dick run your life like this morning?" on my knees I crawled to the foot of his bed and kneeled at attention. "Boy you need to dicipline yourself, get control! Can't just let your hormones run your whole life" "Hell FAGGOT, your meat just got you in a Hell of a lot of shit" "Tell me how much you want my dick in your mouth!" I bleated out like a trained seal, "SIR, I need your hot Cock SIR, please SIR suck it SIR" "You a Cocksucker BOY?" "Your a faggot that needs a dick in your mouth BOY? Aint that right? Come on Talk to me BOY " "BOY, beg me , you ask nice I might let you become my slave."
That was the first time he mentioned the word SLAVE.