By Tommy Guns

 I think Billy needed to be completely in charge of my life, and wanted to expand my experiences to the maximum. He once told me a story of a prisoner he had abused in the Brig. The guy was awaiting a General Court Martial for desertion, and was being held in maximum security with little or no contact with other prisoners. Billy took advantage of the situation by offering favors and extra privileges in exchange for sexual activity that included bondage, toys and, eventually, a gang rape involving other guards and prisoners.

He described it in such detail, and became so aroused with each telling, that I soon decided that it might be worth experimenting a little more, and expand my horizons.

I asked Billy to introduce one of his friends to our scenes just to see how it would go down, and whether it was something I wanted to get into on a more regular basis. Quite frankly, part of me realized that unless I was willing to get more deeply into bondage and group scenes that I would eventually lose Billy. That was not a chance I was willing to take.

On my next trip to Quantico, when I entered Billy’s apartment, I was met at the door by another Marine He was tall, ramrod straight, well muscled, had high and tight blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. In his well tailored uniform, complete with MP duty belt with pistol, baton, handcuff case and walkie talkie, he looked like a recruiting poster come to life. His name was Richie, and he was a Corporal just starting his second four year hitch in the Corps. He worked under Billy and was clearly cut from the same cloth.

The first thing Richie did when I entered was to hand me a note from Billy. The note simply said that I was to treat Richie the way I would Billy – to obey him without question and just “go with it.” I reached for the collar on the table, and handed it to Richie and knelt in front of him as a sign of my submission. I didn’t know if Richie actually knew who I was and what I could do to him, both in the Corps, and simply by completely fucking up his world with my bare hands, not to mention blow his head off at 750 meters! I hoped that he understood that submitting to him was not from weakness, but rather from the strength of my love for, and trust in, Billy. Apparently he must have heard a lot about me, because he seemed less sure of himself than he should have been, but he did manage to lock the collar on me, putting the key on the hook by the door. It seemed at this point that he regained his composure and found his voice.

Richie ordered me to strip and put my hands behind my head. After I was naked, Richie brought my arms down behind my back one at a time as he snapped his handcuffs on my wrists. Despite my commitment to Billy, this just set my libido into overdrive, and all I wanted to do was take Richie’s cock in my mouth and give him the best blow job he had ever had, or would have, in his entire life! He had other ideas.

I soon learned that this adventure was to be the beginning of my advanced education. But it started out in a very confusing and disorienting way. Richie forced me to my feet by lifting up on the chain between my cuffs. The next thing was just beyond my comprehension. I was standing at rigid attention, my cock engorged, and Richie hit his knees in front of me, grabbed my cock and started sucking it. I was not only confused but I was also feeling guilty about cheating on Billy, despite the incredible sensations I was experiencing as Richie worked my cock like he’d been doing this all of his life. It was one thing for Billy to lend me to his friend for some bondage and a blow job. It was quite another thing for me to be used in this way to satisfy his friend’s oral fixations! As it turned out, I never got to cum, because Richie wouldn’t let me.

Richie was just teasing me, and it soon became clear that his interests were far darker than a simple blow job. Just as I got close to the edge of an explosive orgasm, Richie squeezed my balls so hard the erotic turned into the painful. Then he got off his knees, stepped behind me and grabbed me in a headlock and brought me to the floor. I landed hard on my handcuffed wrists and arms. The cuffs tightened down so tight that I felt like my hands were being cut off. This was going to be one rough session!

Richie rolled me over on my stomach and jerked my arms upward, sending even more pain in my wrists and all the way up to my shoulders. He released some of the pressure on my wrists by loosening the cuffs a little bit. Then from somewhere he produced a set of leg irons and snapped them tightly around my ankles. Next came a short length of chain that he locked to the handcuffs and pulled my legs up and locked the other end to the leg irons. He took my skivvies and forced them into my mouth and tied my sox together and used them to keep the skivvies jammed in my open mouth. Then he left me, hog chained and gagged, and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

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