By Tommy Guns
When Billy reported to Camp Lejeune he was assigned to the Provost Marshal’s office, and later became the NCOIC of the Brig. By this time, we were both Staff NCOs, and there just weren’t that many peacetime billets for us after Vietnam wound down. Either of us was capable of sniping a target with the proverbial ‘one shot, one kill’ accuracy at more than 750 meters, but there wasn’t much call for trained snipers at that time in either the Corps or civilian life, unless you wanted to apply for a job with the mob! As a result, our duty billets were more mundane. He wound up being an MP, and I trained young Marines in advanced marksmanship. To say we both missed the action of Vietnam would be a gross understatement. Quite frankly we were BORED, and I guess that’s why Billy got more deeply into the leather and bondage scene. God knows, as the NCOIC of the Brig, he had plenty of time and potential victims to hone his craft. But I digress.
We entered Billy’s apartment, literally tearing at each other’s clothes. I was so turned on by him in leather that I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth and wanted to suck it until his head caved in. This time, however, Billy played rougher than before. Just as I was getting into a face fucking rhythm, Billy pushed me off his cock and threw me roughly down on his carpeted floor.
He sat on my lower back, grabbed my arms and jerked them up behind me, and quickly snapped a pair handcuffs around my wrists and said, “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it the right way.” I knew that “doing it the right way” meant that he was going to be in charge. I was just glad to go with the flow. Images of an all too brief stay at the Brig in San Diego flashed through my mind, and here I was with my best friend, my all time greatest love, and I was about to experience the painfully arousing wonder of more of the same brutally erotic sex!
Billy got off my back and jerked me up to my knees, I let out a yelp of pain as he pulled on my arms by grabbing the handcuffs, and he quickly slapped me on the side of my head and told me to shut up or he’d make it worse for me. He went around in front of me and roughly thrust his still engorged and beautiful cock back in my mouth. Try as I might, no matter what I did, he just would not cum. The man had great control. Instead, he pushed my head back and told me to stay where I was.
He went into the bedroom for what seemed like a long time, but was really only a few minutes. He came back out and brought me to my feet by again jerking on the handcuffs. I didn’t want him to slap me on my head again, so I managed to keep relatively quiet despite the pain. He pulled me into his bedroom and forced me over his bedside table. He told me to spread my legs apart and stay where I was. He snapped leg cuffs on me that were attached to a metal bar between each cuff, and tightened them so tight that any movement brought pain. Liberally applying some lubricant to my hole, Billy roughly rammed his gorgeous cock up my ass in one thrust that had me seeing stars. The sensation was all at once painful and delightful, feeling his fullness thrusting inside. He got into a rhythmic thrusting motion. After it seemed like I couldn’t take it anymore, he finally came inside of me with a load that was so large it was dripping out of me when he pulled out. By this time I had already cum all over the front of his table and the carpet under it, and that seemed to really piss him off. He told me to lick it off the table. When I protested, he slapped me on the back of my head and told me to do it or else. I did a really good tongue cleaning of the table top, tasting and swallowing my own cum, and then got as much off the carpet as I could. I was gagging on the fuzz and fibers in my throat from the cheap carpeting, but kept at it until finally, Billy grabbed me and threw me down on his bed, shoved a sock deep in my mouth and left the room. I next heard footsteps heading away and the unmistakable click of a dead bolt being thrown on the outside door.
I was stuck there in Billy’s bedroom, helplessly handcuffed behind my back, my legs held wide apart by the leg cuffs and metal bar. I started to panic, but this was so fucking arousing – being trapped in a locked apartment, totally helpless and at the whim and mercy of another man, and not knowing if or when I would ever be released. Call it perverted if you will, but I shot yet another load on the table top. Remembering how Billy made me eat my own cum before, I hurriedly licked the table clean again, enjoying every drop of my own salty cum. I think this was the point in time when I realized that bondage would always be a part of any future with Billy, and I just wanted more and more of it, but I wondered if this was just an aberration or if I could get more when and if either I or Billy needed it.
I managed to get to my feet and awkwardly shuffled out to Billy’s living room to see if he was just fucking with me, but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I looked at the door and realized it had a key activated dead bolt, so even if I managed to bring my hands in front of me, I still couldn’t go anywhere. I panicked a bit, trying to think of what I would say or do if somebody found me this way, but then realized that Billy would never put me through that. We both had way too much to lose if I was discovered. Still, the thought of discovery and the embarrassment and derision it would bring, gave me a raging hard on that I couldn’t do anything about. I shuffled back to Billy’s bedroom and tried real hard to bring myself to climax on the bed. As usual, I wasn’t successful at fucking a mattress. All that ever brought me was frustration and a headache as my blood fled far south of the border. I gave it a good try though, but finally relaxed and fell asleep, the enticing scent of Billy and man sex everywhere. My dreams were nothing short of violent erotica, and filled with images of Billy using me in every way imaginable.
When I woke up, it was getting dark outside, so Billy must have been gone for several hours. Finally, I heard the key in the lock and the door open. I knew his step, and Billy came into the bedroom, dressed in his uniform. With all of the action of earlier that day, I’d forgotten that he had the duty that weekend, which is why I had gone to his place earlier than I usually did. Something had changed in Billy during his tour of duty, and he seemed tentative and fearful. He came over and gently stroked my close cropped hair and face, and gently kissed my forehead. He removed the soggy sock from my mouth and released me from the hand and leg cuffs. Billy asked me if I would ever forgive him, and I told him only if he would promise to do it to me again and again and again! At the sight of him in his well tailored uniform, complete with his MP brassard and duty belt, my hard on came back bigger than ever, and I really wanted to be fucked right then and there. Billy told me that would have to wait until he took a shower and relaxed a bit.
I went into Billy’s living room and he brought me a beer. I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the front door and realized I was still totally naked. Somehow this felt exactly right, being naked in front of my love, my life, my Billy. I could feel the dried cum on my legs and deep in my ass. I went into his bathroom and cleaned myself off as best I could with a washcloth, and put on a pair of Billy’s running shorts that just managed to fit over my hard on. I returned to the living room where Billy was sitting on the couch. I sat on the floor between his legs, leaned my head back in his crotch, and it was like being home again. It was just comfortable being with him, and I knew all the cares and worries of the outside world would never intrude on our relationship. Whatever happened, we would deal with it together.
After about an hour, Billy asked me if I wanted to take a shower. I really needed one, but part of me didn’t want to get the sex smell off of me. I reluctantly said yes, since I wanted to be cleaned up for our lovemaking later that night. Billy told me where the towels were, and I went into the bathroom and turned on the water to get it warm. I didn’t hear the shower running, and realized the flow was being diverted to a rubber hose that was bouncing around on the floor of the shower from the water pressure. I turned the diverter knob and the water came out the shower head. I got in the shower and started cleaning my body.
I guess I was distracted by the water flow and the country music blaring from the radio, because I didn’t hear the shower door open and Billy step in with me. He gently washed my back and shoulders, turned me around and washed my chest, working his way down to my raging hard on. After cleaning my cock and balls, he told me the only way to get my asshole really clean was to use the hose. I’d really never been into the whole enema and scat thing, but by this time I was ready for something to be shoved up my ass. Billy reached over my shoulder and turned the diverter knob and lowered the water flow and temperature. He told me to turn around and lean against the wall. He ever so gently guided the hose up my ass and told me to spread my legs a little more to let the water flow more freely in and back out. It was one of the most delightful sensations I’d ever experienced, and my hard on raged more.
I reached down to stroke my cock, but Billy slapped my hand away and told me to wait for later. I told him I would burst if I didn’t cum soon, but he said it was all about control. To show me what he meant, he grabbed my balls and squeezed them, and the pain of it definitely worked to cool my hard on problem for a little while. When Billy finished with me, he told me to get out of the shower and dry off and to get dressed while he cleaned up the shower. He told me he had some clean clothes for me to wear on the bed.
When I went into the bedroom to get dressed, instead of my worn levis and T-shirt, I found a pair of leather shorts, a leather shirt, and a pair of chaps neatly laid out on the bed. Thinking Billy made a mistake, I went searching for my clothes. I found them shredded and thrown in the corner of his kitchen by his trash can. I guess Billy decided I needed a wardrobe change.
To be continued …
