*Disclaimer: All people involved are over 18. Names, places, and more are changed to protect identities. As an example, for the purpose of my stories, my name is Ty Michaels.*
* [The first time with Sergeant Bradley, when he played me at a drill ceremony.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/1b1estb/sergeant_bradley_takes_control_of_me/)
* [The second time, when he invited me to his house as a blizzard was coming.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/1dkl9zm/sergeant_bradleys_wife_wasnt_home/)
* This story picks up the same evening as the second time.
* Me: 22 years, 6’0″, 170 lbs, lean/twunk build. White, slight tan.
* Sgt Bradley: Late 30s, 6’4″, 240 lbs or more of muscle. White, but very tan.
“Then Sergeant Johnson, our blue rope, made us do squats, jumping jacks, pushups, and a bunch of other shit, in nothing but our fucking tighty-whities. That fucker had to be gay! Hundred percent!” Sergeant Bradley had been sharing some of his gay encounters in his early career, and had stumbled upon some suspicious moments from his time in boot camp, officially called Basic Training. My head still lay on his chest, the right ear hearing his deep voice muffled, the left ear hearing him clearly. I was playing with his chest, abdomen, and occasionally making my way down to his pubes, balls, and 7-inch cock, starting to recover from it’s recent work. I could feel his load still in me, but the position I was laying made sure it stayed there where it belonged. The bed curtains around his massive bed frame were draped all about us. Even though we were alone in his house, with his wife deployed, the curtains added an extra sense of privacy and intimacy.
Sgt Bradley continued, “Things like that make me think I never have anything to worry about with Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. But all it takes is one asshole to ruin someone’s career and possibly life. So it just isn’t worth the risk. You’re lucky you have Grindr now. Back in my day, you could use want-ads if you were desperate. But normally, you had to just feel people out or risk a gay bar.” I took everything he was saying to heart, but was also trying to keep the mood light. I finally spoke up, “Back in your day did you also have to walk uphill in a blizzard like this to school? Both ways?!?” I looked up and smiled at him as I ended my joke. His hand that had been stroking my back paused only briefly as he smiled and retorted, “And your generation is a bunch of punk-ass bitches!” The playful banter back-and-forth went on as we lightly stroked each others bodies.
As I was playing with him, I noticed his drained dick began to stir. The recuperation period was ending. I remarked towards him, “Oh. Looks like someone is finally awake.” Sgt Bradley hemmed and hawed some grunts until speaking, “I told ya it would go by quick. Hope you’re ready.” I replied, “Please… I’m still lubed up from the 1st time around. Just try to keep me conscious, yeah?” He laughed and smiled before patting me on the head, “Yeah yeah. Well, warm me up kiddo.”
I took his direction to heart and crawled over to his legs, sitting on my knees and placing my head near his waking cock. I began my rubbing his thighs, feeling their density beneath my fingers. He could probably choke me out with ease or break my arm with these thighs. Thinking about the ways he could hurt me, but chooses not to, sent new waves of euphoria running through me. My craving for his cock became insatiable.
I dove into his crotch, licking his length until it became a proper size for my mouth to tackle. While matching eyes with Sgt Bradley who lay there with his arms behind his head, I kissed the tip. Slowly, methodically, I moved about his cock, balls, and groin, kissing, licking, and fondling everything I could. His balls had serious weight to them. No wonder his first load filled me so well and he could go again, his sperm factories were massive, just like everything else about him.
No more teasing. I gorged myself on his massive member, filling my mouth as much as could be. There were remnants of lube, his cum, my saliva, and even the taste of my own hole. I sucked them all off clean and wet his dick anew. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I kept watch on him as I bobbed up and down until it was clear his eyes would stay shut. I then moved to focus on the meat in my mouth.
With one hand I cupped and caressed his balls. With the other hand I helped my mouth maintain friction and grip on his dick. I focused my mouth on the tip while my hand twisted and stroked the rest of his shaft. “Ugh… fuck…” Sgt Bradley’s moans gave me more motivation to keep on going. I maintained my trifecta of attention on his cock and balls until I felt man enough to take him totally in my mouth again. As soon as I did, I felt a strong hand on the top and back of my head, guiding my tempo. I listened to his pressure until finally he pushed down, forcing me all the way down on his cock. My nose pressed against his pubes and lower abdomen. What little I could breathe, was his musk and cologne. I gagged once. Twice. Thrice.
He let me up and lines of drool and slobber stretched from my mouth as I coughed. Just as before, I felt the redness of my face. As I looked at him like a drooling idiot, he grinned and smiled. He liked the small moments of making me struggle. I think he liked the power he wielded over me. “Come. Stand up. I want to show you something.” As he commanded, so I did. Another quick cough and I was right as rain. I went to get off the bed but he stopped me, “No no. Stand up on the bed.” I was puzzled but did as he said.
I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing through the bed curtains, but he was opening more drawers. Eventually he came through the bed curtains and stepped onto the bed himself, holding a long piece of cloth, almost like a sash. He eyed up at the bed frame above us, connecting all the bedposts, including a cross beam cutting through the middle of the square roof. As his eyes came back to me he said, “The wife and I do this one all the time. I tie one end of the sash to the cross-beam of the upper bed frame. The other end I tie your arms behind your back. And then… well… then I fuck you while your trapped.” I couldn’t hold back my smile, and he returned one in kind as he tossed the sash around the cross-beam above and tied it in some kind of knot. Then he turned me around and placed my arms behind my back, and wrapped them together at the forearms several times over, before securing them with a knot as well.
It wasn’t until after I was tied that I realized just how trapped I was. Based on how he tied me down, if I tried to fall to my knees, it would hurt as my arms would stay yanked behind and above me. I needed to stay on my feet. As I was realizing this, I heard from behind me, “Oh. Looks like my babies are starting to leak out of you. Guess I don’t need lube now. But let’s double check.” I felt his hand caress my bubble butt before sneaking a finger in my hole. It went in with ease. “Good,” he said. I felt another finger poke, prod, and then join the original. It went in as well, though there was the briefest discomfort. “Even better,” he continued. Then third finger approached but this time was met with resistance. “You almost had the perfect hole, always ready for me. That’s ok. I suppose you could use some TLC as well.” I nodded and let out an agreeable, “a huh.” He wrapped an arm around my torso from behind and began to kiss my neck, shoulders, and upper back. As his fingers wiggled and wormed there way up in me, his mouth worked his way down.
Eventually the smacks and licks from his lips and tongue made their way to my soft ass, and he played with my cheeks. Then he slowly pulled his fingers out and came back up. He lined my crack with his craving cock, and rubbed it up and down along the crevice of my ass. Like a pendulum, he rocked back and forth until finally he pointed it upright, aiming straight for my hole. I shifted my feet as he spread my legs and minded the distance of the sash, between my arms and the beam above. I didn’t want an embarrassing trip to the ER during a blizzard. I felt him squat down behind me to get the right angle since I was significantly shorter than his towering figure, and then heard the *squish* and wet noises from behind as I felt the pressure from within. There wasn’t as much pain as before, only a few seconds. But just as before, he slid all the way up inside me and I took his queue. I flexed and relaxed until all pain was gone and it was only pleasure.
“You ready?” I nodded in response to his question and I felt his abs and chest abduct away from me as his cock pulled outward, before reversing and letting the warmth and weight of his body collide with me as his dangerous dick dove inside me again. His thrusts repeated slowly and methodically in this manner for quite some time, and I enjoyed every centimeter of movement. Eventually he came to a brief stop, leaving his raging rod inside me. I felt a hand and arm from the side of me come around and he grabbed my average cock. “Mmm…” he pined, “you’re enjoying this one more than the last by the looks of it. Maybe you’ll come traditionally this time.” I exhaled a few words, “As long as you don’t stop, I don’t fucking care.” I heard a happy hum and grunt behind me as he finished, “That’s a good boy.” I was elated. Euphoric. Excited. Pleasing him and being used was all that mattered to me.
Without another sign or word, he immediately thrusted once more, and a barrage of high-speed thrusts began pounding away up into me. All I could do was lean back into him or brace with my feet below me. Though many of his thrusts pushed me upwards with such force that I had to stay on my tip-toes. As if to toy with his meal, he started dramatically pulling out. Just when the tip of his torpedo was about to leave my hole, he *slammed* it back in. Every few hits like that, caused me to nearly fall forward, just catching myself with a step. He yanked me back by pulling on the sash and continued his assault on my ass.
With each pounding came a whimper, a moan, sometimes even a yelp. And just as before, each reaction from me seemed to breed more tenacity in him. I could no longer flex my hole tighter, it was an open tunnel for the worm burrowing inside of me. At some point, I think he understood how loose my hole was becoming. But he clearly wasn’t done yet. He pulled out and walked around the bed, his weight forcing me to lean in wherever he stepped. I was breathing hard, my shoulders dipping with each exhale. He moved in and locked mouths with me, kissing me, biting my bottom lip, and swirling his tongue inside. I enjoyed the respite and met him where I could, but I felt like a worm dangling on a hook. My arms wanted to wrap around him, but they stayed bound and helpless.
After his aggressive make out was done, Sgt Bradley stepped off the bed and through the other side of the bed curtains once more. Once more, I heard the drawers open, things shift, and close. He came back through the bed curtains and stepped up onto it once more. This time, he held 2 pieces of cloth that looked like sashes. He tied one end of each of them to the left and right roof-frames, on opposite sides of the cross beam and let them drape. Then he came to me and untied my arms. They fell to my sides immediately and I started shaking and wiggling them to get some blood flow. “Good,” Sgt Bradley stated, “make use of the time in-between.” He came forward once more and we made out again, this time more passionately. My hand found his way to his cock while the other wrapped around him. His hands split between my cock and ass, caressing both of them.
Eventually he pulled away once more and raised one of my arms up at a 45-degree angle and tied it to one of the shorter sashes. He did the same with the other arm. He readjusted one of the knots on the side beam until I was even on both sides. There was some wiggle room, but once I moved a few inches, the sashes were perfectly taut. I was displayed like an X-shaped torture rack. I expected more of a similar beating from behind, but he stayed in front of me and gave me a few more kisses before acknowledging my hands and saying, “I would recommend gripping each sash with your hands above the knot, wherever its most comfortable. You get to help out with this one.”
As I started to do what he said he dropped to a squat in front of me, gave my no-longer-hard cock a kiss, and then moved his arms under my knees, lifting me up with one fell swoop. Were it not for my tied arms above me, I would have been flipped onto my head. Sgt Bradley had a big smile as he took in the hanging bottom in front of him and said, “Ya see? We can make our own sex swing with this frame. It serves a lot of usages. We just have to put in a little more effort than laying in a swing itself.” I shook my head and smiled with a soft laugh at his pride in his ingenuity. He had to lift me a little above a flat 180-degrees to the bed below, but essentially my ass was now perfectly at the height of his ragging boner, clearly smeared with his own cum as lube from my starting-to-ache hole.
He wasted no time and slid right in. He took a few seconds to better plant himself, because now he had some more work to do. He had to hold at least half my weight up (which didn’t seem to be an issue for him), keep me steady with the height of his cock, and keep fucking me. Whatever his normal weightlifting routine was, this was going to push him at least a little bit. He didn’t seem to mind the challenge. Once he was positioned where it felt comfortable, he started his motions again. Methodical at first and then pounding away at me, just as before. I did my best to hold my end of the weight up as I pulled onto the sashes above the knots tied at my wrists. At first it was easy, but eventually, the havoc he was wrecking on my hole become intense and he started pushing me away and pulling me in on the sash, like a he was bench-pressing me outwards. I was his pendulum of pleasure.
I didn’t need to squeeze and relax around him this time. He was sliding in and out without difficulty, pounding away at my pink hole. Seeing him as he fucked me in this vulnerable position brought a new energy to me. I got to admire how his muscles flexed and veins popped as he moved and fucked me. It was visceral. The slaps and smacks of his balls and pelvis colliding with my ass as his shaft shoved in me over and over echoed through the room, and probably the house.
First my legs went out. I had been trying to wrap them around him but the more he pounded me, the more limp they became. Now they were limp either in his arms or on his shoulders. Then my torso went out. I had been trying to do a perpetual sit-up or crunch to help with the posturing and make it easier for him to hit my g-spot, but I became too tired. Then my arms gave out. My hands grasping above the knot eventually slipped, finger-by-finger. In the end, I was a limp sack of meat hanging in the air as my own Rocky Balboa pounded away at me. My wrists began to ache and even burn as the tension on the sash-knots at my wrists became a little too much. I tried to hide the discomfort and Sgt Bradley definitely tried to ignore it, but eventually, either because he was ready for a new position or he felt bad for me, he came to a stop and pulled out.
As my feet hit the mattress, it took me a few seconds to regain my bearing and stand up, once again exhausted and breathing heavily. Sgt Bradley came at my neck and eventually my lips again, before eventually reaching up to undo the sashes. He only untied the end on the frames. Once again my arms dropped to my side. Once I had more feeling in them, I started to untie the knots at my wrists but they were impossibly tight from constantly pulling away and being taut. I looked up at the Sergeant as I had trouble and he shrugged his shoulders and said, “We’ll have to make due and I’ll work at them after I finish.” Before I could react he lifted my arms and placed them behind my back like before, but this time he took each sash and kept wrapping it around my waste and arms until he tied them together. Now my arms were tied behind me and to my back. He then bent me over quickly and lifted by the sash, holding me a couple feet above the bed. Like dropping a CrossFit barbell, he let me fall to the mattress, my face stuffing uncomfortably into the fabric until I turned my head to the side. I laid there, tied like a damsel-in-distress on train tracks.
I looked up as best as I could at him and asked, “Are you horny or having fun?” “Both,” he chuckled and smiled as he spoke. He dropped down on the bed with me, causing me to bounce with him. The whole room seemed to shake from his mass hitting the bed, just from how much I shook and bounced. Once settled on the bed, he kicked my legs apart, pulled up on the sash, which forced my ass to pop in the air, and kept my shoulders and head on the bed. I laid there like a freshly placed tent, or a stuffed pig. One or the other. Both? All I knew was I was propped up and vulnerable to him once again, and now that I was comfortable on the bed, I felt that wave of euphoria and anticipation building again.
I felt his warm hands on my hips as he positioned me against his throbbing cock and once more, he slid right in with ease. I could measure his pulse from his dick alone; his heart was racing as fast as mine. I felt pressured into the mattress as he leaned over me and placed his lips next to my ear. He spoke clearly, calmly, and devilishly, “I am not stopping until you come just like before. I don’t care if I cum first. I will pound you into the ground until you come for me. And thanks to your display, I know what it feels like when you do. You won’t be able to fake it. I won’t touch your cock. Your arms are tied to stop you as well. So give me that ass until you piss yourself in cum. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir.” As I answered in the affirmative, he pulled up, resumed his mounting of me, and started going to town, using his hands on my hips or on the sash to control me. I loved it. I loved having no control. I loved being relaxed on the bed. I loved him stretching and pounding me into oblivion. The smacks of our bodies sounded off once more in sporadic rhythm. He fucked downward into my smaller frame, forcing his cock to roll over and over my prostate. I felt myself give way again and became limp to his motions. He sensed this, and put one hand on the sash to keep me upright and give him even more grip for a harder pounding. Once he did that, I felt *it* again. My hole tightened. My body began to shiver and shake. My breathing all but stopped. My heart felt like it was gonna rip out of my chest and my hole felt like it could rip wide open. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I began to convulse uncontrollably.
“Oh HELL YEAH!” Sgt Bradley exclaimed behind me as he recognized the feeling on his cock and in his hands. I was his toy, and he knew how to play with me. I felt my cum constantly leak out of me just like before. This was once more not a normal orgasm, but the rare anal orgasm. And it was as unrelenting and uncontrollable before. I became a rag doll as the Sergeant fucked me silly and limp until my body no longer convulsed and my limp dick no longer leaked semen. He let me go limp and flat on the bed. He mounted me from above as if doing a push-up and continued to fuck me.
Eventually he rolled me over and lifted up my legs, placing both of them on the same shoulder, keeping my legs together to keep my hole tight. My cum was already sticky on my stomach and I felt it peel from the bed comforter as he rolled me. He didn’t seem to mind. He had plenty of time to clean up before his wife got back from deployment in however many months it would be. It was there that he pounded away a few more minutes, occasionally kissing my legs and feet. I was still limp, overcome with exhaustion. I wanted him to finish; I just couldn’t do anything to help. He didn’t need me though, as he grunted and smiled his way to a full ejaculation of his own, shooting shotgun-blasts of cum all around inside me. I sighed a final breath of relief as I felt him pull out of me. I wasn’t relieved that he was done, I was relieved that I did my job well. That I pleased him. For a moment there, I was worried I wouldn’t be up to the task.
He tossed my legs aside and laid down next to me, still tied. He scooped up what he could of my cum spilled across me that hadn’t already hardened and placed it on his cock. He rolled me over on my side, slowly stuck me once more and then held me just like that with him resting in side me and shrinking, all the while I was still tied with the sashes wrapped around me.
“Sssshhh… ” he called to me, “there you go. Rest now. We can take a break for a while.” Whether it was the exhaustion, the feeling of protection with him around me and in me, or his relaxing words acting like a lullaby. I quickly drifted asleep.
*To be continued…*