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First time readers can learn more about the Colonel by reading "With a Flip of a Coin" posted in Nifty's Gay Authoritarian and Gay College sections as of April 8, 2012.
As soon as Rob and Kevin reached the living room, the noncom took charge of his new possession. "Strip, slave!" he ordered, and then started disrobing himself while staring the farm boy into equal compliance. As soon as both were naked, the sergeant gave an order in the form of the Infantry School motto: "Follow me!" With that, both of them retired to the bathroom.
There the sergeant continued to exercise command, putting himself and the voctech student through a thorough dual hot shower, then several enemas back and forth, then a quick dual re-shower, and finally patching one another's bleeding boxer cuts. Kevin ordered Rob to kneel on the bathroom floor and suck the new master's dick while he explained the rules for the long weekend. The whole time, per the noncom's instructions, the blond worked his own slaveboy cock with his hand. When both young penises were rock-hard, the buck withdrew his dick from his slave's mouth and joined him down on the floor. Together they crawled out of the bathroom, through the hallway and into the living room.
While Kevin prepared Rob in the bathroom, the Colonel entertained Nate in the rest of the house, giving him a quick tour of the basement and the bedrooms while going over an inventory of the equipment and toys available for use. At the older man's suggestion, the younger one pocketed a pair of handcuffs, failing however to notice that the instigator did the same. The officer talked the college stud into stripping, something that never took much effort where the vain young dom was concerned. They went over their game plan for the next few hours, a conversation that got the college kid's cock hard and horny.
The pair of dominants were still standing and talking when the pair of naked slaves came crawling into the room. They stopped at the masters' feet. The sergeant assumed the kneeling slave display position. The farm boy followed suit. Nate was a bit of a brute and a bully, to compensate for his own insecurity and to cover his secret submissiveness. Without warning he grabbed Rob's wrists and used them to twist the voctechie's arms up, out, down and back up again, one arm rotating clockwise and the other counterclockwise, both ending pulled up painfully between the shoulder blades.
"Get up!" the bully demanded. The farm boy stumbled to his feet. The brash young dom half-pushed, half-shoved the frightened new slave over to the couch, pulled his arms out in front of him and cuffed them together. "Bend over," the stud commanded, and the scared kid complied. "Slave Kevin! Get your ass over here," the cocky college dom yelled. The sergeant fast-crawled to the couch, the Colonel nonchalantly strolling behind. "I wanna see you fuck the daylights out of this Eye Tech boy, understood?" The arrogant new master left no doubt what he meant by extending an unwrapped condom in his outstretched hand.
"Yes, sir," replied the noncom, and with that he took the proffered prophylactic, put it on his penis, added a bit of lube and started taking Rob's nineteen-year-old cherry ass. The hard military cock thrust in and out, forcing from the subboy's mouth first squeals of agony, then grunts of pain, then just plain noise coinciding with each impalement. Rob was just trying to survive his first pork-sticking while Kevin was wrapped into a fuck fog, oblivious to all around him.
That was a mistake, for Nate was firing up on all cylinders, ready to nail himself some noncommissioned ass. As Kevin pulled back on an outstroke, Nate's college stud piston met and entered the outstretched pucker, thrusting Kevin back into Rob. Nate was in heaven. His rock hard dick was swallowed by rock hard military muscle. His ears were serenaded by matching grunts from the two losers in front of him. It was a fuck train and he was the conductor in the caboose.
As if that were not sweet enough, the Colonel's calloused hands started rubbing Nate's deltoids, digging into them and reminding Nate for the first time just how sore they were from holding his arms up through two boxing bouts. With one head in the clouds and the other head up Kevin's ass, Nate relaxed and let the officer massage the stiffness out of his shoulders while the noncom massaged the stiffy with his own butt. Nate's hard abs, his core muscles, thrust in and out the twenty-one-year-old piece of ass sandwiched between them and the nineteen-year-old butt in front. So good, it felt so good, nothing to do but fuck and fuck, torso erect, arms limber, the Colonel's hands gently gliding down them, gently guiding them together at the wrists, gently ...
Snapsnap! "What the fuck was that?" Nate quizzed himself, hearing the double click, feeling two cold steel rings against his skin and instinctively trying to pull his wrists apart, but without success. The Colonel had handcuffed the college stud!
"Did you really think," sneered the officer, "that you were equal to me, college boy? Or superior to my sergeant? Think again, asshole!" And with that the Colonel clamped his hand over the stunned bully's mouth and yanked back on his gym-toned body, causing his unsatiated penis to pop out of the noncom's butt. A quick ankle-sweep maneuver and the officer knocked Nate off his feet and down to the floor. The bigger they are the harder the fall, but the only resulting injuries were to the stud's ego and pride. And (though he did not know it yet) his freedom.
Meanwhile, Kevin used his regained mobility to finish off with Rob. He deep stroked. He shallow stroked. He slow stroked. He fast stroked. He plowed the farm boy like he was the north forty. When all was said and done, he collapsed on the voctechie's back, sweat bonding to sweat.
The military men's plan had worked. Rob was compliant from the start. Nate's cockiness led to his downfall. Now two hot young bodies were available for anything the Colonel and the sergeant decided to do. Rob's dick, dying to get off, was rigid in the air. Surprisingly enough, so was Nate's. The cockometer never lies. Even as Nate was loudly demanding to be released, denying that he was gay, verbally asserting his dominance, his penis betrayed him (as penises are wont to do).
The Colonel and Kevin quickly separated their newly acquired sex toys. The sergeant shoved Rob into one bedroom while the officer manhandled Nate into the other. In the first room, the noncom educated the voctech student on how to complete the blowjob that he had started back in the bathroom. Kevin had just shot off into the condom and Rob was not expected back at the Institute for seventy-two hours, so there was lots of time to do it right. After a full ninety minutes, the farm boy's once-virgin mouth was fully trained in cocksucking.
In the second room, things were a bit more hectic. The officer knew that he must establish dominance once and for all over the arrogant college kid. The best way to do that quickly, and one of the most fun, was an old-fashioned ass pounding. The Colonel's condomed cock wasted no time in smashing into the stud's butt. Impaled, shoved into the bed linens, legs trapped under the older man, Nate thrashed futilely to escape. His mind was all over the map. He was the cock of the walk. He was no pussy. He was the campus king. He was no man's bitch. He was furious. He was loving it. He was beside himself. He was always in charge. He was secretly submissive. It was a secret no more.
After the initial breaking in, matters calmed down. The dominants rounded up their boytoys and corralled them in the living room, kneeling with hands cuffs behind their backs. There the two masters explained the facts of life. For the rest of the weekend, both students would be the targets of intensive unrelenting slave training. What they thought would only last till Sunday was now a permanent fact of life. For the rest of their time in Laramie, and perhaps even after that, Rob and Nate were slaves.
That night the Colonel and the sergeant shared a bed, as often occurred. On either side of the bed was a kneeling slaveboy, hands behind back, wrists taped together, head bowed not just in respect but in order to reach the nearest pair of feet. As the officer and his noncom slipped into sleep the newly trained footslaves worked their mouths over and around toes and arches and heels.
Eventually, and inevitably, the young men dozed off, their heads nestled on the bed, their kneeling bodies slumped against the mattress. So tired were they, and so overwhelmed by the change in their circumstances, that neither was aware when first one master and then the other woke up in the middle of the night. The bedroom was pitch black dark when each sleeping serf abruptly snapped out of it to feel a hand over his mouth, stifling any noise. Kevin dragged Rob into the other bedroom while the Colonel stayed behind with Nate.
This time, it was Nate's turn to graduate from Cocksucking 101. Slowly yet surely the Colonel used all his experience to break the college stud into the cocksucker that he secretly had always wanted to be. By the end of the middle of the night interlude, both were satiated, the officer's cum happily swimming in the new slaveboy's stomach.
In the other room, Rob was learning how to get fucked and enjoy it. He had always been tough, though he didn't flaunt it the way Nate did. He just took whatever came his way. Now, however, he was starting to enjoy the change. His ass was learning how to handle Kevin's cock. He figured out how to get his prostate massaged, resulting in an astonishingly good feeling. He saw the pride in sucking dick properly, and the subtle control that the sucker has over the suckee. He really liked the sergeant, he admired the combat veteran's hard body and he was in awe of the NCO's courage and achievements. Belonging to this man, serving this man, being naked with this man, always having the attention of this man, was nothing to shirk from. For the first time ever, Rob was happy with his place in life, even if it was kneeling at Kevin's combat boots.
For Nate the transformation was even more dramatic. He had woken up that morning in command of the world. That night he had flaunted his boxer body to the crowd. He had dominated in the boxing ring and out. He had double fucked Kevin and Rob. And yet, by dropping his guard just once, he had forever fallen victim to the Colonel's wiles. Truly, old age and cunning overcome youth and skill every time. Throughout the night the college kid's training continued. By the dawn, his submission was firmly entrenched.
During the morning, Rob and Nate learned how to be houseboys. They cooked and served breakfast for their masters. They learned to eat cereal and drink coffee from bowls set on the floor. They vacuumed and dusted. They made the beds and folded the clothes scattered around the floor. They did all this while naked, collared and in shackles. By the time they completed cleaning the house, it was time to cook and serve lunch. They were on their knees, side by side, just finishing up with slurping their food and water from the bowls on the floor, when the doorbell rang.
"Surprise, slaves!" grinned the Colonel. "We have company!"