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By Desert Pioneer
“Officer Merse will speak to you now,” said Jack’s captor, who was jerking him by his arm to the wooden porch on the blockhouse.
Jack thinks Officer Merse must be the top in charge, and other than obeying his commands, Jack’s not sure of the roles of either Goon 1 or Goon 2.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” demands Officer Merse to Jack, his face still concealed in a bag.
“I’m Jack, and I’m checkin out the local shit around here.”
“Looks like you are the shit around here. I told you to get lost punk. Do you know who the hell you’re fuckin talking to punk?”
“ Ya know what, I can’t even see who I’m fuckin talking to punk.”
WHAMM … knowing it’s outside of Jack’s limits Goon 2 delivers another (not-so-hard) gut punch, taking Jack by surprise. “You’re out of here in a quick minute but ain’t no city panty-ass pole smoker gonna disrespect Officer Merse, got it?” says Goon 2.
Working at a military base near a medium size city has its benefits. It has all the nightlife, and more cultural things to do compared to being in a military base in the middle of nowhere. It also made it easier to find kinkier friends and lifestyle.
Through multiple online avenues, I found some kinky guys in the area including some military guys too. My job was not too exciting being a mechanic for the military vehicles that were stored and maintained on site, so I always was looking for kinky military guys to spice up the daily routine. I ran into an MP that liked tying other guys up, and fooling around with them while they’re helpless. His name was Jackson. It was a perfect match, he actually usually worked at the side gate where I constantly had to go through when I had to move vehicles between storage facilities. I always thought he was cute, but now that we knew what we’re into, it made him even cuter. He would wink at me when he would check on my papers whenever I had through the gate, even though I was higher in rank.
The journey was a blur as all my useful senses were blocked. I focussed on trying to control my gag reflex. Eventually, I was able to relax and only gag intermittently. I remembered having a long conversation with IslandMasterUK about the ability of porn stars to deep throat a cock of any size and how I fantasised about being trained to take a real man’s cock deep down my throat. I guess my training has started already.
I have no idea how long we were travelling for, but I became aware that we had stopped moving and that the van’s engine was turned off. I felt the earplugs being pulled out of my ears. Suddenly I could hear again – the blindfolds, gags and cuffs remained in place though.
I felt a hand pressing on the buckle on my seat belt, the straps retracted. I felt a rope being placed around my neck when it started to tighten I realised it was a noose “This is to make sure you don’t fall overboard – either accidentally or because you see sense and decide to make a run for it”. I visualised the massive guard stood over me as the noose started to tighten. The noose pulled me forward. I began to rise. The chains on the shackles around my ankles prevented me from standing up straight.
Rick left the bar frustrated even more than usual. He would sit at the bar and not see any men in leather. The bar had to go mainstream more and more just to survive. The days of the bar crowded with men in full leather seemed over. He had just finished up his business degree and really needed to find a job to start paying off his student loans. He got home and turned on his laptop and noticed that he had an email from his best friend from high school. He and John had been very tight all through school but he had headed off to go to university while John stayed home and took over his family’s large farm and ranch operation. His parents had retired last year and moved to the Texas coast where they bought a beach house and were enjoying their retirement.
Rick opened the email and smiled as his buddy suggested that he come out west and spend the summer working on the ranch. John also mentioned a good salary and that room and board was included. Rick smiled and found himself growing rock hard picturing his buddy in his boots, tight wrangler jeans and chaps. The two of them finally realized that they were strongly attracted to each other a few months before Rick headed east to school. Rick replied to the email and headed to bed sexually frustrated. He got into bed after stripping off his leathers and slowly began to jack off to the image of his buddy in rodeo gear that kept popping up in his mind.
Charles and Frank both groaned as the alarm went off. They smiled sleepily at each other and then decided it was time to get up, as they had to get ready for work as usual. They had to be careful, as it would have cost them their careers and security clearances if they were discovered to be homosexual. Things were changing very slowly, but in 1971 it was still almost impossible to be gay and employed in any defence industry.
Charles was a senior engineer at ILC Dover, and Frank was a junior engineer there as well. The division they both worked for was involved in the Apollo Lunar program, as ILC Dover was the company that built and maintained the custom made Lunar Space suits. They both worked closed with the astronauts, as they were responsible for the fit and integrity of the space suits. Each astronaut in the Apollo program was fitted and supplied with two suits. One for training, which received a lot of wear and tear during the training for the mission, and their flight suit, which was only used for their actual mission.
They had been working together for about a year and one night after work, they ended up going for a beer. During the course of the evening after a few too many beers for both of them, they ended up realizing that they were attracted to each other. Like a pair of high school kids, they ended up in the back seat of Charles’ Chevy Impala making out.
September was our 20-year high school reunion. This time, we’d go to Eric’s old family estate, like we always used to. It was a large, late Victorian monstrosity out in the country, with nearby hiking trails, lakes, a river, and woods.
Traditionally, the first night everyone was present, we’d play a huge game of hide-and-seek. The aim was to hide for as long as you could. The winner got to decide all the activities, meals, and got the best room in the house for the entire trip. I won almost every year, but I usually shared the winner’s privileges with everyone. Tonight, Eric would start counting whenever he felt like it, to keep us on our toes. As it was, he started counting immediately once everyone was present.
Everyone scattered as quickly and quietly as they could to find hiding spots. I always knew the best spots, and tonight I was going to try the ultimate hiding spot: inside the console of the pipe organ in the basement. It was one of those places that was so creepy, no one even thought to look in the basement, let alone near the pipe organ. Years ago, Eric himself had tried to hide there, but got creeped out after a minute and changed spots.