Sailor

Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 15:31:31 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: The Sailor and the Sergeant 1 (auth)

Graveyard was off to a busy start, a familiar call for

a fight at a downtown bar came across the radio. Sgt.

Ramos and his partner Jacks arrived to the call and it

appeared that the skirmish was broken up. There were a

couple guys out front with the victim, who appeared to

be one of the regulars. Ritchie was a slender young

guy who obviously looked and acted a little to "gay"

for one of the patrons. His right eye was swollen and

he looked pretty roughed up and he hung his head low.

He said a "redneck asshole sailor" beat him up. He

told Sgt. Ramos that the guy and his buddies came into

the bar and soon began calling him "faggot" and

taunting him. When he told them to "go fuck off", the

sailor in his dress whites came over and pounded him.

He gave Ramos a good description of the guy and told

him that he and his buddies were still in the bar.

Bonus.

Ramos bounded through the door with his partner and

found the guys pretty quickly. The Navy sailors often

frequented the area when they were in port and had a

short bit of liberty. Most of them stayed away from

the small neighborhood haunts like the Red Baron

though. "Sailors, we need to have a couple words

outside", Ramos said as he and his partner walked up

to the men. The three sailors looked at Ramos with a

bit of disgust, the largest one stepped forward. He

was a big guy, about 6'-2" and built like a wrestler.

He had dark shaved head of hair and a day of stubble

on his face.  "What is this about? The little

faggot?", Sailor quipped. The 235 lb Ramos, didn't

answer with words, but grabbed the sailor and turned

him around against the bar and began putting handcuffs

on him. In a drunken slur Sailor replied "Come on

Captain Kangaroo, the guy was asking for it." "I said

we need to have a couple of words outside", Ramos

replied. Pulling him by the handcuffs he handed Sailor

off to his partner and motioned toward the door. His

buddies began to follow and Ramos stopped them in

their tracks. "You boys stay right here." Ramos shot

them both with a quick flash of his deep brown eyes,

his big nostrils flaring above his thin mustache.

"Understand?" The two men nodded . "Good, your buddy

will be back in  in a few minutes if he behaves

himself". Ramos then exited the bar.

Now outside in the parking lot, Ramos and his partner

had to carefully fold the dark haired Sailor's beefy

frame in the back of their cruiser taking care not to

bash his head on the roof rail. Ramos said something

to his partner who then stepped away and started to

call someone on his radio. "So what is your problem

Sailor?" Ramos asked, "What happened here tonight?"

Sailor was pretty drunk and feeling cocky about this

injustice being foisted upon him. Looking like a bull

in a cage, he replied, "We just started getting lip

from that little faggot over there and had to shut the

little bitch up. I mean those little faggots ought to

know their place", Sailor blurted. "They should just

build a city somewhere and put them all in it".

Thinking,"there in fact is such a city and you are in

it", Ramos nodded, "Uh huh". "We were just trying to

have a couple beers and mind our own business". "Uh

huh", Ramos nodded again. `So what you gonna do,

arrest me? Call my CO? He would just congratulate me!"

Ramos just smiled and shut the door of the cruiser in

Sailor`s face. He walked over to his partner and

asked, "How long?" His partner nodded toward the

street and smiled. "Right now".

The large gray unmarked panel van pulled into the

parking lot and stopped in the space next to the

cruiser.

Ramos opened up the door of the cruiser and helped the

drunk beefy Sailor out of the back seat. He was

confused a bit and stumbled as he stood upright.

Walking him over to the van , his partner threw open

the rear doors. They assisted Sailor up into the dimly

lit windowless van and shut the doors behind them.

Three other officers were in the back of the van

sitting along benches on either side. One of them

slapped the bulkhead twice and the van went into

motion. A small window into the cab with wire mesh

allowed the noise of the police radio and dim cab

light through. In near pitch dark, Sgt. Ramos and the

other officers grabbed Sailor and sat him on a bench

in the middle of the van. "What the fuck is going on

here!",  Sailor shouted as the five officers in the

dark rolling den were staring at him . Ramos un-cuffed

one of Sailor's thick hairy arms allowing them to

force him flat on his back. Sailor felt hands all over

his body, pulling at his shirt buttons, grabbing his

belt and tie and pulling them all off . His arms were

pulled back behind his head to arm holsters on each

side and strapped tightly while a belt was cinched

over his now exposed lower torso, just above his navel

and ratcheted down. "Holy fuck! What are you guys doin

to me?", Sailor gutted out of drunken fright. "What

the fuck?" He struggled and resisted as the officers

strapped his torso to to the bench with a belt. They

pulled off his boots, his pants and pulled his legs up

and buckled cuffs hanging from the roof of the van

around his ankles.

Now tightly secured , the officers began getting more

excited and voicing their anticipation. "Man, you got

a good one this time, this guy is hot USDA choice

beef". Another officer rubbing his groin at the

frightened Sailor taunted, "I wonder if he is a tight

little virgin or if he has already been punked".

Sailor nervously bucking  back and forth yelled "You

fucking fags, you are all a bunch of dirty fags!"

Ramos nodded and said, "Time to shut him up". Two of

the officers grabbed the sailor's skull and forced a

strapped open mouth gag in his face and cinched it

around the back of his shaved head. The rubber gag had

a nice round hole about 2" in diameter. He was now set

up to take in hot creamy man spunk whether he wanted

to or not. "So, you ever been punked Sailor?" an

officer taunted. Jacks grabbed a couple wooden clothes

pins and clamped each one of Sailor's nipples causing

him to buck and let out sharp yowls. "Don't worry

Sailor, it'll take your mind off getting your ass

pounded", Jacks said with a laugh.

Ramos leaned down and whispered in Sailor's ear, "Now

soldier, we can un-cuff you right now if you want and

take you into the station and book you. You will get

in some pretty big trouble over at the base I know."

Ramos rubbed his chin, "Or you can let us take care of

business right here and now - nobody including your CO

will ever hear about your little outrage tonight".

Looking Sailor in the eyes, he let it sink in for just

a moment. "So what do you say?".

The Navy stud was nearing the end of his stint in the

service just next month. He knew he couldn't get

busted. Sailor shut his eyes and then nodded

affirmative to Ramos.  The burly Sergeant  pulled the

final move and cut Sailor's underwear off him with his

pocket knife. As he threw the sweaty briefs to one of

the officers in the van as if a party favor. Officer

Santos, a wiry young rookie new to the squad this year

caught them and gave them a deep sniff as he massaged

his bulging package. Ramos grabbed at Sailor's now

exposed man meat and gave it a good squeeze with his

rough palm. Sgt. Ramos is a big dark skinned career

officer who leads his men  in many ways. Always

sporting a neatly trimmed mustache and a tight blocky

buzz cut, he exudes the energy and professionalism of

a police officer in a way that gets other men's

attention. His "A-Team" had been hand picked so to

speak as he had been a training officer at the academy

for the past ten years. As he unzipped his pants and

lowered his belt of goods to the floor of the van, his

fellow officers watched his Latin meat sway out over

the proceedings like a gavel. Hardening as the seconds

passed, Ramos grabbed his thick 9" shaft and gave it a

few quick pumps with his  hand to get it to full

attention. As if on cue,  partner Jacks and the other

three officers began unbuttoning their pants and

gripping their tools for the play.

As the diesel thrum of the van thrummed in the

background, Ramos pulled a tube of lube from somewhere

and squirted it all over his cock and balls.  The

other officers slowly jacked their cocks as Ramos

squirted some of the lube onto Sailor's clenching

nest, ready for the kill. Ramos then began probing

Sailor's openly exposed man-pussy with his rough fat

Latin fingers, smiling at Sailor as his digits began

invading his manhood. Struggling against Ramos and the

table, Sailor continued to groan and buck against the

restraints. The warm humid air in the van began to

smell of sweaty men and hard cock as the five officers

primed themselves for the feast.

"So those little faggots ought to know their place

huh?", Ramos finally taunted Sailor looking him

straight in the eye. "Well let us give you a walk in

their shoes". With that he grabbed Sailor's thighs and

with all his body weight, plunged his fat Latin cock

deep into Sailor's stinky meat hole. Letting out a

deep yell through the 2" round hole in the mouth gag,

his plea was incoherent but could have been heard a

block away. Sgt. Ramos banged him hard and fast, SLAP,

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, getting right into a hard hot fuck

without any pretense. The officers began cheering and

yelling. "Fuck that ass! Fuck the Sailor bitch! Yeah!.

The soldier rolled his head back in pain and fury only

to see the driver peeking through the grated window at

him, laughing. His asshole pierced with the meat of

another man in violent waves, he felt a surge of

warmth and white noise engulf him. The dull but sharp

and burning pain was overtaking him as sweat rolled

down his face in streams. The sailor now petrified and

frozen in time, his tits were sharply burning in

unison with the throbbing flame of his asshole. He

began to give in as the van continued rolling through

town.

The other officers were standing up now, jacking off

as they hooted and hollered. Sailor watched as Officer

Franks and Black were now standing at his face, their

jacking cocks inches away glistening sweat and oozing

pre-cum as the hands clasped around them pumped back

and forth toward him. He could smell their cocks. They

began painting his face with their wet sticky piss

slits as Sgt Ramos continued pounding his ass with

vengeance. Franks began getting jumpy and blew his

load all over  Sailor's day-long stubble. Laughing and

cheering erupted as cum ran down his cheeks and off

his eyebrows. He was rocking his head back and forth

to try and keep it from getting on him. "Hold his head

still!", Franks ordered. Two of the other officers

grabbed his skull and held it solid while Franks

pumped the last few streams of his hot man cum into

the gag hole over Sailor's mouth. Black stood by and

followed by blowing his load and directing most of it

into Sailor's mouth. Unable to stop the invasion of

warm spunk the sailor gagged for a moment or two,

trying to force the hot juices out of his mouth. He

eventually fell prey to the uncontrollable swallow

instinct the men's juices as they smeared his face

with their wet cocks! "That's right, swallow it down

buddy that is the way to take it like the man you

are", Franks said to the sailor as he ran his hands

caressingly across Sailor's cum matted brow.

Sgt. Ramos was bucking like a stallion on the other

end still, as the sailor seemed to fall into a

resigned state of heavy breathing and coping. A couple

of quick fast thrusts and Ramos pulled his fat cock

out of the hot burning hole and blew his load all over

Sailor's stomach. The smell of cum and shit filled the

air as Ramos slapped the sailors ass saying, "You were

a tight little one!" Looking around the dark humid

van, Ramos asked "Who's next?" His partner Jacks, who

had been priming his cock for the past five minutes

stepped up next and lubed his tool up. He gave

sailor's now stinky and dry hole a couple smears of

fresh lube before he sunk his meat into him and began

fucking his eyes out. Sailor's cock had been coming to

an erection over the past few minutes and was standing

tall. Whether or not he was getting off on this gang

fuck or not was unclear, but his prostate was

definitely liking it. One of the officers began

sucking him off while Jacks fucked him raw.

Ramos stepped up to the front of the van and began

rubbing his sticky wet and stinky cock on sailors

face. "I think he wants a couple more loads of faggot

juice boys", Ramos said to the officers. Ramos then

held sailor's head still while they stepped over to

pump his face full of Glorious White. Officer Santos

jabbed his uncut cock into the gag ring that made

sailor's mouth into a safe haven fuck hole and began

pumping his rod against Sailor's fighting tongue. His

rough sticky tongue fighting the head of his cock felt

so hot. Slowly shoving his cock deeper into his

throat, the sailor gave up the fight as the taste of

piss and sweat enveloped his mouth. Santos face fucked

Sailor until his cock exploded in his mouth.  Sailor's

reflexes forced him to swallow the hot loads of cum as

one officer after another came back for another cum

dump in-between asshole floggings.  Sailor's

auto-piloted hard cock meat finally wagged a couple

times and shot a load of jiz all over the place,

getting it all over his chest and face. "Looks like

our Sailor got off on all this fag action boys!",

Santos teased as he patted the Navy boy on the head.

Officer Santos bent down and licked Sailor tool clean,

taking his softening rod into his mouth a couple times

and proceeded to lick up his military issue juice from

the matted fur that lined his muscular chest. Santos,

leaned over Sailor's face and looked him in the eye as

he licked his lips. "Man, this little Sailor faggot

likes getting his ass fucked!", he taunted and

laughed".

It seemed like hours as the five officers reamed

Sailor a new size 9 chute and fed him enough cum to

sober up a horse. But it had only been about 25

minutes of getting ridden by five cop studs in the

back of the police van. Sailor was barely able to talk

or move as the van finally stopped and the officers

buttoned their pants back up. Bending down to Sailor's

face Ramos asked, "Are you gonna be good now?" Sailor

nodded in exhaustion.

With the help of the now sexually satisfied officers,

the sailor was strapped from the bench in the van.

Ramos wiped up the sailors  greasy cum smeared asshole

and slid his dress whites back on his legs and

buttoned them around his waist. Zipping them up, Ramos

gave Sailors cock a little rub and stuffed it into his

fly. As Ramos helped him off the table, Sailor

stumbled a couple times trying to stand up. Each of

the officers were looking at him with a sense of

domination and satisfaction, making him feel pretty

conquered and defeated. Officer Santos held Sailor's

ripped underwear to his face and sniffed deeply as he

smiled and winked at him. The thick tingling paste of

five men's cum and cock in his mouth was overwhelming

with no relief. His mouth was almost glued together

inside. The red swelling burning sensation in his ass

made it hard to move.

"So, today is your lucky day sailor", Ramos told him

as he slapped him on the back and wiped more cum off

his face with a Kleenex. "You got off instead of

getting arrested" The officers all laughed out loud,

Jacks saying to one of the others, "I love it when he

says that". The sailor just stood there speechless as

Ramos straightened Sailor`s black neck tie like a

mother to a child. The doors flung open and Ramos

helped the sailor out on to the pavement of the bar

parking lot. As the van drove off, Ramos pointed

Sailor back to the bar. "Get your buddies to buy you a

beer to wash that down", he told sailor with a wink.

"Now, don't let us have to come back here because next

time it's a jail cell if you know what I mean."

Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 16:01:07 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: The Sailor and the Sergeant 2

The Sailor and the Sergeant 2 - By Gruntraq

"Now, don't let us have to come back here because

next time it is a jail cell if you know what I mean."

Sgt Ramos told the Sailor that he and his "A-Team,"

had just given an attitude adjustment to.

The Sailor feeling a bit sore and completely

humiliated made his way toward the entrance of the bar

for what was the end of the night for he and his Navy

buddies. After what Ramos and his officers had just

introduced Sailor to, he probably was not going to be

in the mood to go find pussy tonight let alone hang

out here. Moreover, he was going to have to swallow a

pretty big load, trying to make up a good story to

tell his buddies what the cops had in store for him.

Ramos and Jacks called in on their radio and closed

out the call. As they were getting ready to leave,

Ritchie approached their cruiser. He had been the

victim of Sailor's violent outburst earlier in the

evening and wanted to know what was happening. "Did

you arrest the guy", he asked. Ramos and Jacks

exchanged looks for a moment before Ramos answered,

"Ritchie, we impressed him such that he wont be giving

you any trouble again". Ritchie looked pensively at

Sgt. Ramos who he had known for some time and knew

what he meant. Ritchie was a local street hustler of

sorts who hung out at the local bar and played pool a

lot. He had a day job, but did well sucking and

fucking many of the local guys who were regulars as

well as the occasional tourist. He was a cut boyish

Gen Y guy with a long blonde bohemian Goatee and long

sideburns. He had several earrings and as Ramos knew

well, had a pretty well sized pierced cock for a kid

all of 165 lbs. He was kind of a streetwise surfer boy

type who had been an ally of Ramos and his A-Team

helping them both as an informant and an occasional

sexual release . "Well guys it`s much appreciated, you

know", Ritchie told them. "Call me sometime and I'll

return the favor". Sgt. Ramos shot him an

acknowledging glance as he and Jacks got in their

cruiser and proceeded to drive away.

Feeling confident about the situation, Ritchie decided

to go back into the bar and find a mark before it got

too late.

"So where the fuck have you been Chad? What happened

with the cops", one of the Sailor's buddies asked as

he apprehensively walked back into the bar. Chad

walked past them in a beeline to the bathroom where he

felt an overwhelming need to have a seat on a toilet

and wash himself up. "Chad!, Chad!" Waving his hand at

them, "I'll be right back, I gotta piss" he quipped as

he walked by. He was sure his buddies were going to

know what happened, he had to make sure he was cleaned

up.  Looking at each other quizzically his two pals

turned back around to the Basketball game they had

been glued to. His heart was still pounding as he

washed his hands and face over and over, splashing

himself with cold water. "What the fuck happened to

me", he thought to himself. He looked himself in the

mirror for a minute, examining himself to see if he

looked like a fag now that he had been bitch fucked by

five men. Still washing handful after handful of water

in his mouth, he could not get rid of their taste.

They would surely know he thought to himself.

Ritchie had made his way back to the dimly lit corner

of the bar where the pool table was and grabbed a cue.

His friends were still in the back working on a

pitcher of Samuel Adams, so he hit a chair and grabbed

a glass. He scanned the room for Sailor and his

buddies, but only saw the two guys that had hung back

to begin with, watching TV. He relaxed his grip on the

cue a bit and got back to checking out the room for

someone to hook up with. The Red Baron was one of

those quiet neighborhood places in the back of a strip

center that mostly attracted the guys who lived in the

immediate area. Not really fancy, the place's namesake

was a red bi-plane crashed into the roof out front. It

was the perfect place for Ritchie to play his game. He

would usually strike up a round of pool with a guy and

even gamble a little on the games, have a few beers

and at the right point, offer his new friend some

relief. He had a knack at cracking a lot of the local

married guys who frequented the bar and singles alike.

He had a way of getting into their pants and getting a

little cash from them at the same time. He had a

string of regulars too who would pay him for his time

with anything from a couple $20 spots, to a few twists

of good green. He was negotiable.

It seemed like ten minutes had gone by since Chad took

off to piss. Brandon looked at his watch and made a

gesture to Steve toward the restroom. "I'll go check",

Steve said and headed off to the head to see where

Chad got lost to. Pushing the door open to the

restroom, he found Chad wiping his face down with a

paper towel and hunching over the sink. He looked

rough. "What happened out there bro", Steve asked.

"What's going on". Chad looked at him with a somewhat

lost look and paused as if trying to contemplate.

"Dude! What's up! You obviously didn't get arrested.

What happened?" Steve prodded. "Nothing really", Chad

offered hoping to sound convincing. "They just called

in my ID and waited to see if anything came back. You

know, warrants and stuff like that". "What did they

say to you", Steve demanded. "Nothing really. Just you

know, leave the guy alone and don't cause trouble".

"Well you look pretty shook up man, lets get you

another beer", Steve offered as he motioned toward the

door. "Uhh, okay but I think I want to get out of here

 ok", Chad replied.

Returning to the bar, Chad shuddered as his burning

asshole seemed to crack open when he saddled up to the

bar. Steve made a round-D-round motion to the

bartender. "You guys want another set of Bud Lights?"

the bartender replied. Steve started to answer but

Chad awkwardly interrupted, "Jack Daniels!,... Jack

Daniels, two shots of Jack Daniels" he blurted again.

Steve and Brandon paused and looked at Chad for a

second. "Boy, you're on a mission now huh?", Brandon

asked. "I need something stronger than Bud Light right

now" Chad barked back and hung his head in his hands.

The bartender stood there with a furrowed brow and

warned, "Alright Sailor, but you netter behave now.

One more outburst like a while ago and I'm calling the

cops again." Chad winced at the suggestion and nodded

to the barkeep.

Sailor's return to the bar did not go unnoticed by

Ritchie. His eye still swollen a little from the Navy

GI`s fist, he watched Sailor and his pals order

another round. Knowing he was probably safe from a

reprisal, he began remembering how fucking sexy the

guy looked. He imagined the muscular tight frame of

the 6'-2" Navy stud without the dress whites on. When

he first walked into the bar earlier in the night, he

had popped out of the crowd from across the room with

his cleanly sculpted buzz-cut and thick square neck

and jaw line. His bravado attitude that was so

alluring seemed to be replaced by a sullen need to

disappear into the room. He thought that he had come

on a little too strong earlier when they were playing

pool. "If I hadn't hit on him when his buddies were

able to see it" he thought "Fuck!". His timing was off

he had thought. He believed that the hot Sailor would

have been receptive in the right alignment of

circumstances. In the past his experience was that the

Navy guys were pretty receptive to anyone who was

willing to suck their cock. Ritchie turned away and

tried to keep his eye on new prospects.

After another three conversation less rounds of Jack

Daniels shots, Chad and the boys were getting pretty

trashed as they were already half way there before the

cop incident. Chad had lost his nervous urge to bolt

from the place, but wasn't talking much to his pals.

He just kept ordering one shot after another and

staring at the TV. "Dude, I'm bored as fuck" Steve

bluntly announced looking at his watch. "This is a

waste tonight. We got one more day out here and I want

to do some shit tomorrow without being hella hungover.

" Brandon nodded, "Yeah I'm fucked up too, we aint

gonna get no pussy tonight I don't think, cuz Chaddy

here is in a bad mood now that the cops spanked him".

"Fuck you guys!" Chad retorted. "If your bored go back

to the motel, I'll catch up later. I'm just starting

to feel good." Steve and Brandon paused disappointedly

and both got up to leave. "You got it, you are no fun

tonight anyway bro. See you later", Brad said as they

departed.

He couldn't shake the taste the five men out of his

mouth, no matter how much he tried. The whiskey killed

it for a couple minutes, but the aftertaste came back.

His mind kept racing back to what had happened. He

could not get it out of his mind. Chad ordered another

shot of Jack Daniels, but the bartender pushed back.

"Why don't you have a beer instead man", the barkeep

offered. "You need to slow down a little and smell the

roses." Chad pondered his suggestion and asked, "Got

something better than Bud Light?' The bartender turned

away and came back a moment later with a glass

Guinness and said "This is one me, you look like you

need a breather". Chad took a long sip of the dark

beer and sat it down. "How is that?" the bartender

asked. "Good I think", Chad replied. Leaning back on

the stool, another pang of sharp burning pain shot

through him from between his ass cheeks causing him to

jolt. Feeling pretty demoralized and remorseful, Chad

looked up at the bartender and offered, "I'm sorry for

causing the fight earlier tonight, I didn't mean to

cause you all trouble here". The bartender was cool

about it as all of them are. "No worries. You just

gotta remember where you are man. This is the city by

the bay. There are more guys here who want a piece of

your meat than there are women," he advised. "You

gotta go with the flow or let it slide here man."

Rubbing his forehead Chad agreed, "Yeah, I guess you

`re right. Again, I am sorry about hitting that guy".

Barkeep looked across the room at Ritchie fleetingly.

"Well, that is fine, but if you really want  to make

good, you can apologize to that guy right over there",

he said pointing his finger to the pool table area.

Ritchie watched as Sailor's friends left and the

bartender continued hanging in conversation with him.

When he saw his roommate Dave point to him and the

Sailors head turned around to look he froze.

Continued in Sergeant and the Sailor 3

Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:40:27 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Sergeant and the Sailor 3

...Ritchie watched as Sailor's friends left and the

bartender continued hanging in conversation with him.

When he saw his roommate Dave point to him and the

Sailors head turned around to look he froze.

Chad recoiled when he saw Ritchie and quickly turned

back around. The jolt of nerves had his heart racing

again. "Fuck! Shit!" his mind cursed. "What the fuck

is going on here?" Chad hung his head in his hands and

groped at his skull trying to shake off the tenseness

of the moment. "What the fuck is going on here?" kept

going through his head as he tried desperately to put

into order the chain of events in the past couple

hours. He had been gang fucked by five cops in the

back of a police van in reprisal for hitting this

faggot in a bar who came on to him. He could not wash

the taste the five men from his mouth regardless of

how much liquor he swallowed down, and his asshole was

hurting like it had a piece of rough splintery wood

stuck in it. He felt like he should be wanting to get

out of this place and take a shower, but was resigned

to sit there. He felt like his manhood had just been

taken away and everyone around him was aware of it.

The bartender knew, his pals knew and that surfer kid

over in the corner knew. Chad just took another long

swig of the Guinness and tried to swallow it away some

more. Looking up at the bartender Chad said, "What the

fuck am I going to say to him? I hit him in the face.

I mean what? I just walk over there and say I'm sorry

for being an asshole and for you." Dave pursed his

lips and responded, "Yup, that would be about it I

think". "The guy probably doesn't even want to see me,

much less  hear me asking for his forgiveness after

what I did to him", Chad said. His mind kept reeling,

"Why do I care? Why don't I just get the fuck out of

this place?" He felt dirty and robbed of something.

But some stronger emotion was keeping his ass planted

here. He just couldn't get his head around it.

Ritchie lost his mental focus on the game of pool. His

friend was now wiping his ass one round after another.

He kept looking over to Dave and Sailor to see them

chatting some more. "What were they talking about?" he

kept wondering as he paced back and forth. His face

was still stinging from earlier in the night, he just

stared at them for a second. Something about the

bad-assed Navy guy stirred him even though he clocked

him one. He finally decided to head to the restroom

and jack off, releasing the pent up sexual tension. He

sat in the stall and massaged his pierced cock.

Spitting on his fingers he wetted the area just below

his head and rubbed it in a circular motion. Getting

gooey with juice, he started pumping his rod and

leaned back against the tank of the toilet. He

envisioned Sailor undressing and waving his meat in

his face as he tilted his head back. It only took less

than a minute of jacking his tool before he blew his

load. He cleaned up at the sink and decided to wipe

down his eye with a wet towel.  The swelling had gone

down almost completely. He was not sure if it was

going to turn into a black eye, but it was scraped red

by Sailor's fist and still stung to the touch.

As he wiped his face, the door opened and Sailor

slowly and awkwardly walked into the small restroom.

Ritchie turned and looked at him and froze for a

moment not sure if he needed to bolt for the door or

not. Chad was looking at the floor, only glancing up

at Ritchie enough to navigate his way to him. Stopping

in front of him he slowly looked up at the red

abrasion on the face of the young surfer and for the

first time saw the raw and delicate human in him.

Feeling a landslide of sorrow, Chad suddenly welled up

teary eyes and stammered for a second before he said,

"I'm sorry dude, I am sorry...I'm sorry I did this to

you. It wasn't right". Ritchie was one to forgive

easily, especially when a big grown stud like Chad

stood before him sobbing. "Look man, don't cry about

it", Ritchie said. "You're not the first guy that has

slammed me like that. It goes with the territory. I'll

heal". Pausing for a moment and taking in Sailor's

emptied aura Ritchie asked, "Look dude are you

alright? You don't look so good". "I am just really

fucked up man and I need to get,..to go,...to get

cleaned up or something." Chad stammered. "I have just

really had a bad night here. I`m sore, I`m tired, and

I`m fucked up" He ran his hands over his shaved head

again trying to wipe his tension away.  Chad looked

back at Ritchie. "Look, man I hella respect you for

being cool like this. Can I buy you a beer or

something. It would sure make me feel a lot better".

Dave watched Chad and Ritchie return from the restroom

together and take a seat at a booth. The place was

clearing out as it was just a half hour til closing

time. Dave took it upon himself to bring a Guinness

and a glass of Sam Adams to the table and set them

down for the boys. He looked at them both and said,

"No more fighting kids", and walked off. "Look I am

sorry too man", Ritchie offered. "I didn't mean to say

that shit to you in front of your pals. I had no right

to put you in that position". Chad took a drink of his

Guinness. "In what position?...It's all right I guess.

They didn't catch any of it anyway. Afterwards they

asked what set me off - they didn't even get it at

all", Chad said. "I was just embarrassed I guess. On

the ship we cant let that kind of shit slide you

know." He held his hand out across the table and

added, "My name is Chad". The surfer boy reached out

and giving a tight and handshake, "Ritchie". Chad

continued, "Look, I'm not usually like this man. I

don't know why I went off on you like this. I am not

usually a violent guy. I mean,...I don't know. I am

just babbling." Feeling a bit more confident with his

new acquaintance and piqued about his change of heart,

Ritchie began turning it on. "I am sorry the cops got

called on you man. I tried to stop Dave from calling,

but he had already done it when I got to him," Ritchie

offered. "So what did Sgt. Ramos say to you?" Chad's

heart began racing again as if a fast button were

pushed somewhere in his brain. "Did he, I mean they?

Did they take you somewhere?" Ritchie asked. Chad got

a sullen look on his face and replied. "You know those

cops? The guys who came here?" "Yeah I do", Ritchie

nodded his head as if to regret the notion. "Yeah I

know Sgt Ramos and his posse".

Chad sat and thought for a minute as he absorbed what

Ritchie was saying, just sipping on his beer and

folding the napkin in ever smaller squares. Getting up

the nerve and overruling his voice or reason that had

been telling him to leave for the past hour he asked

Ritchie, "You still want to go somewhere? I mean like

when you asked me before. Would you still want to do

that after everything that happened?" Chad just

listened to what came out of his mouth like it was

played from a loudspeaker in an auditorium. Ritchie

reeled. "If you promise not to hit me in the face

again, I'll take you wherever you want to go". Chad

was battling the inner voice and not knowing really

where he was headed. "Yeah, I'd like that" he said.

Sgt. Ramos and Jacks were cruising down the street by

the bar just before 2:00 am to take inventory of the

stragglers still parked there. It was helpful to know

who was having one for the road and what they might be

driving later. Jacks slapped Ramos in the shoulder

with the back of his left hand, "Look at this!" Ramos

looked over to the right to see Sailor and Ritchie

walking down the sidewalk together away from the bar.

He pulled quickly to the side of the road and they

watched. Sailor had a gait that was a cross between

drunk and someone corn-holed by five guys. Ramos

laughed out loud. "Will you look at that, man!

Ritchie's got the touch don't he," Ramos said to

Jacks.

"You get high?" Chad heard as Ritchie shut the

apartment door behind them. "Naw I shouldn't, they

piss test us on the ship every once in a while", Chad

replied reluctantly. "Do you mind if I do?" Ritchie

asked. Plopping nervously down on the couch and

wondering what to say or do next Chad said, "Naw, you

go ahead'. Ritchie sat  on the couch and grabbed a

bong from the end table. "Are you alright Chad?" the

Surfer asked. "You still look like you are going to

have a heart attack any minute over there." He grabbed

a bag of weed from his pocket and proceeded to pack a

bowl. "I'm sorry, I've never done this before," Chad

said. "I mean not like this". "Dude just relax. We

don't have to do anything you don't want to and you

don't gotta be embarrassed here with me. I certainly

aint judging you. Loosen your tie, take off your

boots, relax!" Ritchie told him before he lit the bowl

and hit the bong good and long. Chad pulled his tie

off and unbuttoned his shirt as Ritchie hit the bong

again. After he pulled off his boots he sat there as

if he was undecided for a minute and said "Yeah, let

me hit that thing man, I could use it about now."

Handing  him the pipe and lighter Ritchie asked, "You

sure about that, I don't want you to get busted".

"Naw, I don't care anymore. I`m supposed to get out in

3 weeks anyway. If I get popped, I get popped.", Chad

responded as he grabbed the bong and hit it like he

knew what he was doing. He slouched into the sofa and

rolled his head back at the ceiling and let the smoke

out as his tensions evaporated.

Looking at Chad's warm hairy chest now peeking out of

his unbuttoned shirt Ritchie said, "You need a nice

hot shower". He got up and went down the hall and

turned on the water.

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Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 11:11:01 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Sailor and the Sergeant 4 - By Gruntraq

Looking at Chad's warm hairy chest now peeking out

of his unbuttoned shirt Ritchie said, "You need a nice

hot shower". Ritchie got up and went down the hall and

turned on the water.

Sgt. Ramos and Jacks, now intrigued with what was

going on were now parked across the corner from

Ritchie's apartment watching to see what was going on.

"So what do you think Ritchie Boy is gonna do with our

Sailor?", Jacks wondered out loud. "Well by the light

that just went on I'll bet he'll have his cock in the

shower". Ramos speculated. "Funny, how the world works

huh. He really owes us one now". They both laughed and

sat there listening  to the scanner for something more

interesting to check out. They spent many nights

parked at the corner voyeuristically watching over

their Ritchie Boy.

Chad was now feeling much better with a couple hits of

Humboldt Green coursing through him. "Here goes," he

thought to himself as he stood up to get on with it.

Warm steamy air was already wafting out of the

bathroom as he made his way down the hall. He inhaled

a deep breath of the moist air and let it out. That

felt so good. He pulled his shirt off and then his

pants, laying them on the sink. Bending over and

pulling his socks off individually he heard Ritchie`s

voice. "Commando huh", Ritchie teased. Chad jumped as

he had not heard him standing at the bathroom door.

Ritchie admired Sailor's round tightly sculpted ass

cheeks that seemed to ride high on his muscular

thighs. He turned around revealing his package to

Ritchie for the first time. He was cut and well set

with a pretty hairy set of balls. His dark hairy chest

was well defined and was a larger slab than his loose

dress whites had indicated. Having showered with the

guys on the ship for years, Chad had no embarrassment

standing there and being looked over by Ritchie.

Staring back at Ritchie's naked body Chad said, "Are

you joining me?" His tatted chest and stomach were

only slightly studded with light blonde hairs. His

pierced 8" cock was hanging at half mast, with a heavy

gage PA holding it low. Gold nipple rings hung on each

side and really sparkled in Chad's red eyes. "Man,

that must have hurt!" Chad noted aloud. "Yeah, it did

at first but all of it really helps to gets me off,

especially the PA", Ritchie replied pointing to his

cock. "Wow man, I never saw that before". Chad

exclaimed. "I'll bet you set off metal detectors". He

smiled.

They both stepped into the shower and Chad shut the

glass door. Before the Sailor had a chance to turn

around he felt warm aggressive hands beginning to work

his tight shoulder blades, massaging their tight

tension away. Chad just stopped and leaned forward

into the tile as Ritchie worked him. "Ohh man, you

have no idea how great that feels". Ritchie continued

to lather up Sailor's backside, running his magic

hands up and down his back working each rib a few

times. The sound of the running and water became a

distant hollow echo is his stoned and drunk head. Chad

was feeling like butter now. He then turned his hands

to that luscious ass. He rubbed it and squeezed it as

his hands circumnavigated the round cheeks. Chad

continued to stand in the running water and let

Ritchie explore his body. Feeling brave he slipped his

soapy hand between his ass cheeks to clean him. Chad

protested, "Careful buddy it is pretty sore down

there". Knowing why, Ritchie shifted gears and grabbed

some shampoo. He worked it into Sailors thin buzz cut

and scrubbed his head for a moment and then pulled him

under the water to rinse him off. Finally Chad turned

around and faced Ritchie, and leaned his head down

his. Touching foreheads and looking down at their

cocks dangling close together. They engaged in mutual

hold and touch, Chad held Ritchie's cock in his hand

and admired his gold PA. "Wow" he thought to himself.

"I am holding another guy's cock in my hand and it is

pierced".

Just as Chad began getting letting himself into the

soft tenderness of the moment, the water began running

cold. "Shit, hot water is all used up. Shower is

over", Ritchie said. Throwing Chad a towel, Ritchie

motioned with his hand and said "Come on with me".

"Lay down on the bed", Ritchie said as the stepped

into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge bed, Chad felt

his hard cock throbbing against his stomach hairs.

"No, Lay back and get comfortable" Ritchie said. Chad

scooted back and leaned his head back on a pillow.

"Let me take care of you man," Ritchie comforted in a

relaxing tone. "You just lay there and relax". Ritchie

had been aching to get at this GI's cock since the

moment he saw him earlier in the night. After all that

had transpired he knew this one was going to be a

freebee. Sidling himself between Chad's legs, Ritchie

got down and licked at Chad's shaft, just under his

head. With a reflex, it hardened up and Chad let out a

low moan. Ritchie then  slid his mouth over the end of

his mast and went down.  Chad's instinctive reaction

was to reach down and handle his partner with his

hands. As he handled guided Ritchie`s blonde head of

hair, the realization of the fact he was handling a

man on his cock waved through him. Ritchie was working

his cock like a pro, sucking, licking and pumping. He

was pausing to lick at Sailor's piss slit with his

tongue just enough to send electric current into him

and make him jolt.  Chad felt the urge to fuck into

his face and as he clenched his groin to do so, he was

reminded of his burned up sphincter. A mixture of

pleasure and pain took him over as he got into a

rhythm of fucking his groin up and down into Ritchie's

bobbing skull. As Ritchie worked at him he began to

taste Chad's juices slowly working their way into his

mouth. Ritchie suddenly stopped and asked Chad to turn

over on his stomach. "No, I don't want you to fuck

me', Chad said. "I'm not, don't worry" Ritchie

assured. "Roll over". Chad reluctantly rolled over .

Ritchie then carefully spread Sailors ass cheeks to

reveal a red and swollen rosebud in a thick bed of

dark hair. "Man, they did a number on you didn't

they?" Ritchie remarked before he buried his tongue in

Sailor's nest.

Chad jerked as he felt Ritchie's warm wet tongue

writhing the rim of his sore burning asshole. Feeling

apprehensive about his manhood being threatened again,

he didn't take to it right away. Ritchie massaged in

and around his sore pussy, periodically probing his

next with his long tongue. Feeling Chad's ass muscles

relaxing and letting him in, Ritchie's wet lips then

encircled his protruding golf-ball sized rosebud and

sucked on it lightly as he pressed his tongue inside.

This sent a wave of pleasure over Chad's body. He had

never felt anything like it. Giving into it he raised

his ass up and put his weight on his knees while

Ritchie sucked and fucked his hole with his tongue.

Ritchie was really enjoying himself as he worked his

partner's aching swollen tight hole into a soft

buttery ball. Breathing heavier, Chad was now slowly

jacking his cock as he felt Surfer's long goatee

brushing against his balls. "Oh man that feels to

good", Chad let out un a deep groan "Oh man!". Ritchie

continued sucking harder on his bud and running his

tongue round and round the ring. The burning sensation

was still permeating his fuck hole but the mixture of

pleasure with it was sending Chad to the moon. "Oh

man, I'm gonna cum", Chad blurted out. With that he

have his hard shaft a tight squeeze and squirted his

hot spunk all over the sheets below him. Ritchie dove

under him and began licking at his cock, slurping up

the  last few quirts of his juice. Sailor let his

weight down on Ritchie's face and pumped his cock down

his throat as his last spurts came. Ritchie jacked his

cock as Chad's warm cum coated the back of his throat.

 Sailor rolled back over on his back and laid there as

Ritchie cleaned the last traces of spunk from his

softening cock.  "Oh man that was so good dude", Chad

muttered as he head fell back on the pillow. Knowing

the poor guy was fucked up and wiped out, Ritchie laid

next to Sailor and jacked off, arching his back and

tugging his PA. Moments later as he shot his load all

over his stomach and sheets next to the now sleeping

Sailor.

Ritchie pulled his cargo shorts on and made his way to

the kitchen to get a beer. Cracking open a bottle of

Sam Adams, be noticed the light on his pager was

blinking. Across the screen was the familiar code

"6969". Sitting on the couch he pulled a deep hit off

the bong and called the number he already knew. "Are

you guys right across the street?" Ritchie asked.

Officer Jacks replied, "Of course we are. How is our

Sailor?" Ritchie took a swig of his beer, "He's better

now". "Well we're happy you two finally hit it off."

Jacks said, laughing about his little pun. "But if you

have the time we'd like to cash in our chips". Ritchie

replied, "Come on up".

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Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 11:11:01 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Sailor and the Sergeant 4 - By Gruntraq

Looking at Chad's warm hairy chest now peeking out

of his unbuttoned shirt Ritchie said, "You need a nice

hot shower". Ritchie got up and went down the hall and

turned on the water.

Sgt. Ramos and Jacks, now intrigued with what was

going on were now parked across the corner from

Ritchie's apartment watching to see what was going on.

"So what do you think Ritchie Boy is gonna do with our

Sailor?", Jacks wondered out loud. "Well by the light

that just went on I'll bet he'll have his cock in the

shower". Ramos speculated. "Funny, how the world works

huh. He really owes us one now". They both laughed and

sat there listening  to the scanner for something more

interesting to check out. They spent many nights

parked at the corner voyeuristically watching over

their Ritchie Boy.

Chad was now feeling much better with a couple hits of

Humboldt Green coursing through him. "Here goes," he

thought to himself as he stood up to get on with it.

Warm steamy air was already wafting out of the

bathroom as he made his way down the hall. He inhaled

a deep breath of the moist air and let it out. That

felt so good. He pulled his shirt off and then his

pants, laying them on the sink. Bending over and

pulling his socks off individually he heard Ritchie`s

voice. "Commando huh", Ritchie teased. Chad jumped as

he had not heard him standing at the bathroom door.

Ritchie admired Sailor's round tightly sculpted ass

cheeks that seemed to ride high on his muscular

thighs. He turned around revealing his package to

Ritchie for the first time. He was cut and well set

with a pretty hairy set of balls. His dark hairy chest

was well defined and was a larger slab than his loose

dress whites had indicated. Having showered with the

guys on the ship for years, Chad had no embarrassment

standing there and being looked over by Ritchie.

Staring back at Ritchie's naked body Chad said, "Are

you joining me?" His tatted chest and stomach were

only slightly studded with light blonde hairs. His

pierced 8" cock was hanging at half mast, with a heavy

gage PA holding it low. Gold nipple rings hung on each

side and really sparkled in Chad's red eyes. "Man,

that must have hurt!" Chad noted aloud. "Yeah, it did

at first but all of it really helps to gets me off,

especially the PA", Ritchie replied pointing to his

cock. "Wow man, I never saw that before". Chad

exclaimed. "I'll bet you set off metal detectors". He

smiled.

They both stepped into the shower and Chad shut the

glass door. Before the Sailor had a chance to turn

around he felt warm aggressive hands beginning to work

his tight shoulder blades, massaging their tight

tension away. Chad just stopped and leaned forward

into the tile as Ritchie worked him. "Ohh man, you

have no idea how great that feels". Ritchie continued

to lather up Sailor's backside, running his magic

hands up and down his back working each rib a few

times. The sound of the running and water became a

distant hollow echo is his stoned and drunk head. Chad

was feeling like butter now. He then turned his hands

to that luscious ass. He rubbed it and squeezed it as

his hands circumnavigated the round cheeks. Chad

continued to stand in the running water and let

Ritchie explore his body. Feeling brave he slipped his

soapy hand between his ass cheeks to clean him. Chad

protested, "Careful buddy it is pretty sore down

there". Knowing why, Ritchie shifted gears and grabbed

some shampoo. He worked it into Sailors thin buzz cut

and scrubbed his head for a moment and then pulled him

under the water to rinse him off. Finally Chad turned

around and faced Ritchie, and leaned his head down

his. Touching foreheads and looking down at their

cocks dangling close together. They engaged in mutual

hold and touch, Chad held Ritchie's cock in his hand

and admired his gold PA. "Wow" he thought to himself.

"I am holding another guy's cock in my hand and it is

pierced".

Just as Chad began getting letting himself into the

soft tenderness of the moment, the water began running

cold. "Shit, hot water is all used up. Shower is

over", Ritchie said. Throwing Chad a towel, Ritchie

motioned with his hand and said "Come on with me".

"Lay down on the bed", Ritchie said as the stepped

into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge bed, Chad felt

his hard cock throbbing against his stomach hairs.

"No, Lay back and get comfortable" Ritchie said. Chad

scooted back and leaned his head back on a pillow.

"Let me take care of you man," Ritchie comforted in a

relaxing tone. "You just lay there and relax". Ritchie

had been aching to get at this GI's cock since the

moment he saw him earlier in the night. After all that

had transpired he knew this one was going to be a

freebee. Sidling himself between Chad's legs, Ritchie

got down and licked at Chad's shaft, just under his

head. With a reflex, it hardened up and Chad let out a

low moan. Ritchie then  slid his mouth over the end of

his mast and went down.  Chad's instinctive reaction

was to reach down and handle his partner with his

hands. As he handled guided Ritchie`s blonde head of

hair, the realization of the fact he was handling a

man on his cock waved through him. Ritchie was working

his cock like a pro, sucking, licking and pumping. He

was pausing to lick at Sailor's piss slit with his

tongue just enough to send electric current into him

and make him jolt.  Chad felt the urge to fuck into

his face and as he clenched his groin to do so, he was

reminded of his burned up sphincter. A mixture of

pleasure and pain took him over as he got into a

rhythm of fucking his groin up and down into Ritchie's

bobbing skull. As Ritchie worked at him he began to

taste Chad's juices slowly working their way into his

mouth. Ritchie suddenly stopped and asked Chad to turn

over on his stomach. "No, I don't want you to fuck

me', Chad said. "I'm not, don't worry" Ritchie

assured. "Roll over". Chad reluctantly rolled over .

Ritchie then carefully spread Sailors ass cheeks to

reveal a red and swollen rosebud in a thick bed of

dark hair. "Man, they did a number on you didn't

they?" Ritchie remarked before he buried his tongue in

Sailor's nest.

Chad jerked as he felt Ritchie's warm wet tongue

writhing the rim of his sore burning asshole. Feeling

apprehensive about his manhood being threatened again,

he didn't take to it right away. Ritchie massaged in

and around his sore pussy, periodically probing his

next with his long tongue. Feeling Chad's ass muscles

relaxing and letting him in, Ritchie's wet lips then

encircled his protruding golf-ball sized rosebud and

sucked on it lightly as he pressed his tongue inside.

This sent a wave of pleasure over Chad's body. He had

never felt anything like it. Giving into it he raised

his ass up and put his weight on his knees while

Ritchie sucked and fucked his hole with his tongue.

Ritchie was really enjoying himself as he worked his

partner's aching swollen tight hole into a soft

buttery ball. Breathing heavier, Chad was now slowly

jacking his cock as he felt Surfer's long goatee

brushing against his balls. "Oh man that feels to

good", Chad let out un a deep groan "Oh man!". Ritchie

continued sucking harder on his bud and running his

tongue round and round the ring. The burning sensation

was still permeating his fuck hole but the mixture of

pleasure with it was sending Chad to the moon. "Oh

man, I'm gonna cum", Chad blurted out. With that he

have his hard shaft a tight squeeze and squirted his

hot spunk all over the sheets below him. Ritchie dove

under him and began licking at his cock, slurping up

the  last few quirts of his juice. Sailor let his

weight down on Ritchie's face and pumped his cock down

his throat as his last spurts came. Ritchie jacked his

cock as Chad's warm cum coated the back of his throat.

 Sailor rolled back over on his back and laid there as

Ritchie cleaned the last traces of spunk from his

softening cock.  "Oh man that was so good dude", Chad

muttered as he head fell back on the pillow. Knowing

the poor guy was fucked up and wiped out, Ritchie laid

next to Sailor and jacked off, arching his back and

tugging his PA. Moments later as he shot his load all

over his stomach and sheets next to the now sleeping

Sailor.

Ritchie pulled his cargo shorts on and made his way to

the kitchen to get a beer. Cracking open a bottle of

Sam Adams, be noticed the light on his pager was

blinking. Across the screen was the familiar code

"6969". Sitting on the couch he pulled a deep hit off

the bong and called the number he already knew. "Are

you guys right across the street?" Ritchie asked.

Officer Jacks replied, "Of course we are. How is our

Sailor?" Ritchie took a swig of his beer, "He's better

now". "Well we're happy you two finally hit it off."

Jacks said, laughing about his little pun. "But if you

have the time we'd like to cash in our chips". Ritchie

replied, "Come on up".

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Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2006 11:31:47 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Gay - Authoritarian - Sailor and the Sergeant 6 - By Gruntraq

Sergeant and the Sailor 6 - By Gruntraq

Six weeks had past since the Sailor had been punked a

new man by Ramos and his boys while on a weekend

liberty.  Ritchie still thought about him even though

he did his best not to get emotionally involved with

guys he sought to do business with. But this 6'-2"

beef meat Sailor named Chad wasn't about business that

night. Since they had been together the Surfer found

himself dreaming about the Sailor and thinking of him

some nights even while doing another equally hot dude.

Sgt. Ramos and his men had continued doing their

"civic duties" and the City had slowly been setting

into the fall days of fog and cooler weather. Ramos

was busy a couple days a week at the Academy as an one

of the  instructors, leading new recruits in various

classes of enforcement training. The rest of his time

was running his crew on the graveyard shift. It was

his hands-on involvement with the new recruits that

gave him his ability to assemble his own brand of

squadron.  His mind was on the upcoming new class that

was to start soon, hoping he could cherry pick a

couple of the right newbies to be his own. Not every

class offered up what he looked for but he got lucky

every once in a while.

Ritchie was finishing up with a customer at the Board

Shop where he worked when the phone rang. "Big Surf,

this is Rich". "Hey bro it`s Dave, were ya coming over

to the bar tonight". Surfer handed his customer their

receipt and replied, "I was thinking about it. I get

off here in 20 minutes and I was gonna get some dinner

first. Why?'  "Well you have an old friend who came

here to see you", bartender Dave replied.  "Who's

that?", Ritchie asked. There was a slight pause marked

by a scuffling sound over the line. "Ritchie, it's

Chad", the familiar voice said. Ritchie`s heart about

stopped. "What? You're here?" He gulped with

excitement. "I'm out of the Navy now and I thought I`d

come by and say hi".  Surfer swallowed hard. "Dude,

that's great. How long are you going to be here". Chad

said, "I don't know yet".  "Awesome, I'll be there in

a half hour man". Ritchie hung up the phone, feeling a

crush of happiness, desire and weighted emotion. He

shook his head, "Damn am I in love or what?" he

thought.

As he walked into the Red Baron, he saw Chad sitting

at the bar chatting with Dave. Chad was wearing green

Chamo pants held down with a pair of brown Doc

Martens. His muscular arms and shoulders were popping

out of a tight white tank top, just making Ritchie

gurgle with sexual tension. As he got closer he saw

that his prince was now sporting a jet black patch of

hair on his chin. As he walked up, Chad bounded off

the barstool with a big ass smile and gave him a tight

squeezing bear hug.  He then ruffed up his scalp of

croppy hair with his hand and held his head in his

palm momentarily, admiring the Surfer. "Man it's good

to see you again. How have you been?", Chad remarked

as he looked him up and down with a smile. Ritchie

just stood there for a second admiring this wall of a

man who was excited to see him like a puppy, thinking

that he looked sexier and happier than he had ever

remembered. "I'm good man. I'm good." Dave already had

a glass of Sam Adams coming off the tap and on the way

to the bar top when Ritchie suggested, "Let's go grab

a booth". Chad nodded, "Right on". They walked over to

a more private section of the bar and had a seat.

Ritchie and Chad spoke for a short while about the

last couple weeks. Chad had finished his stint with

the Navy as a security specialist on the ship and had

been kicking it back home in Bozeman, Montana just

long enough to realize that wasn't for him anymore. It

only took two weeks of hanging out with his old

friends, trying out his old girlfriend, and his

tolerating family before he was on a plane back out

West.  He had an awakening here in the City and was

back to explore his new yen.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Ritchie asked. "I

don't know just yet to be honest with you. I am

considering myself on vacation for at least a week

before I start deciding what to do with the rest of my

life" Chad replied before tilting the last bit of his

beer into his face. "Right at this moment, I would

love to get out of here," Sailor proclaimed. "I have

been doing a lot of thinking since I was here last and

wanted to see you again". Surfer stood up and started

heading for the door with Chad right on his tail.

Chad and Ritchie almost ran to the small apartment

just a block up the hill from the Red Baron with

little conversation.  They huffed up the stairs and

into the place. The door wasn't even shut before

Chad's sweaty slab of hair and muscle pinned Ritchie

against the wall and stuck his tongue in his mouth. It

was a feverish, long awaited frenzy of rubbing,

kissing and ripping each others clothes off

simultaneously. Chad's hands were digging into

Ritchie's pants while he did the same to Chad. Their

breathing was shallow and interrupted as their hard

meat met in the middle. As their pants slid down Chad

wrapped his massive arms around Ritchie and squeezed

his body, feeling his gold nipple rings against his

chest. The ferocious heavy kissing was interrupted by

the now panting and heated Ritchie, "I want you to

fuck me!...fuck me man!"

Chad lifted the tatted and pierced Surfer by his butt

cheeks as Ritchie wrapped his shaking legs around his

backside. Carrying Ritchie to the couch and laying him

down, Chad asked if he had any lube. "Spit and shove

or it aint love," Ritchie replied. Chad now poised

above his Surfer spat in his palm  a couple times and

greased up his throbbing 8" cock. Ritchie laid his

head back as his man probed his pussy with his tool

and slowly entered him. "Ohh yeah Chad, sink it good

bro", Ritchie moaned as  he ass hole filled with cock.

Chad was going slow and taking in this new feeling of

a man's asshole around his tool. He immediately delved

into the pleasure of Ritchie's velvety nest and began

slowly moving in and out, not sure how hard he could

go. "I've never done this part before", Chad said

sheepishly. "That's alright, I'll tell you what to do

man," Ritchie said and closed his eyes in pleasure.

"Spit on your cock again and give it to me harder".

Chad pulled his meat out of the stink hole and

slathered his meat with another glob of wetness and

pushed himself back at Ritchie. "That's it, now fuck

me HARD!, Fuck like you've never fucked any woman

before". Chad grabbed Surfer's shoulders, bracing

himself and began ass slamming him. "Come on, you can

go harder Chad, come on HARDER!" Ritchie yelled.

Chad resituated himself for better leverage and

started slamming his fuck doll as hard as his muscles

would go. He could feel his balls slapping, he could

hear the couch squeaking, and he could see Ritchie's

jaw dropping open with pleasure. The sound and smell

of fuck was in the air, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! "Oh Yeah,

Oh Man, Yeah, Fuck me!" Ritchie was mouthing in

ecstasy. "Oh man, I have been dreaming of  you!" Chad

slowed down and laid on Ritchie and kissed him for a

few seconds while he thrusted easy. Whispering in his

ear while fucking his hole Chad replied, "I have been

dreaming of you too, you're why I am here". Chad then

pushed himself up and started jack-fucking the little

Surfer bitch and suddenly pulled out, and blew streams

of his spunk all over the both of them.

After getting Sailor's hot goo pumped all over his

tatted stomach, Ritchie swiped some up with his

fingers and tasted Chad. Sailor collapsed on in his

pool of spunk and they laid there kissing

passionately. "You are pretty good for an ametuer",

Ritchie remarked. "Fuck you", Chad retorted as they

kissed some more.

The sun had set before the two of them finally got

unstuck from each other and got dressed. Ritchie

twisted up some fat Humboldt Green and they toked

together over a few Sam Adams. Still in a euphoric

trance from the sex and excitement of hooking up

again, they hardly needed it. They spent the rest of

the night catching up and talking about each other's

stuff - getting to know one another. For both of them

this was definitely a two way street. Chad wanted to

know all about the City, the lifestyle, and what got

men off. Ritchie was just fascinated at Chad's

military stories, his work and was feeling pretty high

on the fact that he seemed to care about him enough to

come back out West.

"So really, you know what you want to do out here?"

Ritchie finally asked. "It aint cheap living here,

that's why I work on the side you know'. Chad rubbed

his chin which was now whiskery with a growth of hair.

"Well what do you make on the side?", Chad asked.

Nodding his head disapprovingly, Surfer replied, "Well

you can make as much money as you want, there are no

shortage of guys in this town looking to get off with

another guy. Why? Do you want get into the trade?"

Chad took a swig of his beer, "Naw I was just curious.

I don't know if I have what it takes get into that or

not." Ritchie nodded and suggested, "Well you are

definitely a "top man" and there is a niche out there

for a slab of military man like you. There are a lot

of sex starved guys out there who would hand over $100

bills to get an ass fucking like I just got".

Chad pondered the compliment and the thought of being

a man whore. Ritchie went on, "In all seriousness

though, you were part of the security detail on your

ship for 4 years. What about being a cop? I`m sure you

have the qualifications". Chad laughed, and almost

spit out his beer. "Me a cop? Here?" Ritchie looked at

him pensively, "Why not?. You have the experience, the

physique, and God knows you have the look, DAMN!" Chad

thought about it long enough to remember Sgt. Ramos

and his men and a glaze came over his eyes. "Well,

I'll have to think about that you know, working for

the same police force that gang raped me," he said.

"Well let me know, I know a couple of guys on the

force", Ritchie said as they both laughed.

Sitting on the couch together and toking on the second

fat roll of Humboldt Green, Ritchie told Chad that he

wanted him to get his bags from the motel and stay

with him at the apartment while he spent his

"vacation" in the City. Ritchie looked forward to

sharing his bed every night with Chad. The buzzed and

relaxed Sailor replied, "That's cool, but what about

Dave?"  "Dave?" Ritchie replied, "Dave is a friend and

my roommate and nothing more, don't worry you aren't

going to rock any boats. But if you stay for more than

a week or so, he's gonna want you paying your share of

the rent here." Chad wrapped his arm around Ritchie

and pulled him over on him as rolled onto his back

into an embrace. His breath dancing on Surfer's his

long blonde goatee, "Okay, I can get into that. So can

you show me how I can start making some fast money in

the meantime?"

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Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2006 16:55:04 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Sailor and the Sergeant 7 - By Gruntraq

Continued: Chad wrapped his arm around Ritchie and

pulled him over on him as rolled onto his back into an

embrace. His breath dancing on Surfer's his long

blonde goatee, "Okay, I can get into that. So can you

show me how I can start making some fast money in the

meantime?"

The weekend was approaching and Ritchie was looking

forward to showing his new pal some of the City. Chad

had wanted to check out the sights and take in the

culture center of the place that fed his new hunger.

Ritchie had been at work at his day job while spending

the nights having military sex with his new buddy,

training him on the finer arts of man to man

relations. Chad had been out during the days looking

for work and taking his time getting to know the lay

of the land. He had come across a few leads here and

there and found a couple things to get himself into.

Ritchie was on a vacation of sorts himself, having

spent little or no time at the bar the past few days

in the evenings looking for the extra cash, but

servicing the fires at home. Monday afternoon on his

way home from the Board Shop his pager went off with

the familiar "6969" code. Dialing up the familiar

number on his cell phone, Sgt. Ramos was on the other

end of the line. "Hey there my friend what is

happening with you?" "Just the usual, how bout you",

Ritchie replied. "Just the usual?", Ramos questioned.

"How's your Sailor doing?" Ritchie rolled his eyes and

sighed, "Is there anything you don't know?". Ramos

laughed, "No, there isn't usually. I called because me

and the guys are having a party up at the ranch in

Marin next weekend. I'd like to invite you up there

for a little bit of work and play".

Ritchie pondered and asked, "What is a little work and

play?' Ramos payed well, "Well the gig pays $1500 for

the weekend. We just want to have you there to service

the guys and party with us. You can even bring Sailor

if he is interested. I'll throw an extra $1500 if you

bring him." Ritchie had been on one of these "male

bonding" weekends before "servicing the guys". There

were usually 30-40 cops doing drugs, getting drunk and

playing bondage based team building games. It was a

50/50 balance of fun and hard use that put him in

sexual R&R for a couple days, but paid well. "Alright

I can do that and I'll have to check with Chad on his

end. I'll get back with you on that." Ramos grunted on

the other end of the line, "Sounds good Ritchie, call

me later."

Just as Ritchie was about to hang up Ramos came back

on, "Oh and by the way tell your Sailor that if he

passes his test tomorrow for the Police Academy, that

I will personally make sure he gets fast tracked into

the next Academy session and that his drug test taken

care of." Ritchie was stunned. "He is joining up? He

is joining the Force?" Ramos replied, "Yup, came in

yesterday and filled out all the applications."

Ritchie could not believe it, "So you want to help

him? I mean you would do all that for him after

everything that happened at the bar?" Ramos came back

in a fatherly tone, "Ritchie we're all on this big

ship here together. We really do care about you. I do,

we all keep an eye on you. You have helped us out in

doing our jobs in more ways than I can tell you. Chad

seems like a stand up guy as far as I can tell and he

is someone who is becoming important to you. I read

his resume today and he is impressive on paper. From

my own hands-on experience I really think he would fit

in well on my team . So you know, I want to do

something for both of you as a gesture". Ritchie

didn't know what to say. While he had always felt

Ramos was somewhat a father figure, he never thought

of their friendship as much more than a one way sexual

arrangement of necessity. That Ramos was offering up a

favor for his friend this way really meant something

to him. "Thanks. Thanks for that, I'll tell Chad and

you can count on us both this weekend", Ritchie said

and hung up the phone.

Walking in the door of his apartment Ritchie threw his

keys down on the dining table and set his backpack on

the floor. "Chad, are you here?" he called.  He walked

down the hall to see his Sailor Prince standing in the

bathroom. His muscular butt was showing through a pair

of loose Levi's shorts, a black t-shirt with NAVY

across the chest outlined his perfect torso as he

trimmed his growing goatee in the mirror. Seeing

Ritchie behind him he said, "I never got to have a

goatee in the Navy, this is so cool". Ritchie nodded

and smiled.  "So, I hear you are testing for the PD?"

Ritchie announced in a surprised tone. "Wow, good news

travels fast huh." Chad responded as if he hadn't let

him in on the big plan. "Yeah I went down there

yesterdayy to inquire about it and gave them a copy of

my resume. I didn't expect them to care, but they gave

me a welcome packet and set me up for the academy test

tomorrow." "Yeah, Ramos called me today and told me,"

Ritchie replied. Smiling at the hunk in front of him

he kidded, "So you want to work with the same guys

that gang fucked you in the back of a van?"

Chad just let out a short guffaw. "Hey I almost

forgot, check this out!" He unbuttoned his Levis

shorts and let them drop to the floor over his Docs.

He then carefully slid his knit boxers down, letting

his semi-erect meat swing out into the open. Ritchie

watched as Chad presented his newly pierced cock

proudly, holding it in his palm like a prize fish.

"What do you think bro? I just got my PA done today!"

Surfer immediately knelt down and inspected his

Prince's new steel studded bud. Handling it carefully

and remembering the soreness of the first week or so

he remarked, "Wow 10-gage already, you are a brave

one". There was only a little redness and no swelling

he could see. "This is clean man. I think you are

gonna like having this. I know I sure will" Ritchie

remarked. "Of course you know that you cant fuck me in

the ass now for a while", he kidded. Chad nodded

ruefully and handled it for a moment, turning the gold

barbell back and forth. "Well maybe it is time to let

you take the lead for a while", Chad said as he leaned

forward and began kissing his Surfer. While they had

been everywhere else on the map of man to man sex,

Chad hadn't let Ritchie take him for a ride just yet.

He had still been getting over the curve of what he

thought was "giving up his manhood", though it had

already been ripped away from him over six weeks ago.

He knew what it was like to be the bitch, now he was

ready to man up to it. "I'm ready" Chad said.

They kissed in the doorway of the bathroom for a

couple more moments before they made their way to

their bedroom and shed their clothes. Chad got on the

bed and Ritchie told him to get into doggie position,

keeping his weight off  his freshly pierced meat. On

his knees, Sailor followed his orders and laid his

head on the pillow with his ass in the air. Feeling

the air hit his exposed next, he shut his eyes as

Ritchie's hands cupped his firm cheeks and spread them

open. Ritchie loved looking at Chad's tight rosebud,

shrouded with thick black hair. Chad let out a breath

as the familiar feel of Surfer's tongue was painting

up his hanging balls and working its way up toward his

pussy. He felt his cock throb as Ritchie worked the

area of his nest just between his hole and scrotum. A

short stab of pain waved through the tip of his cock

as it throbbed. As

Ritchie worked his magic carpet in and around Chad's

hot stink hole, it softened up like a warm pat of

butter. Hearing the snap of a cap, Chad felt one and

then two of Surfer's lubricated fingers probing his

gateway of lost manhood. Then it came without warning.

The metal tipped head of Surfer's slightly curved 8"

cock slowly pushed into him, slipping past his squeeze

ring. Once the initial shock wave went through him,

Chad let out a breath. "Are you ready for the rest

bro", Ritchie asked him. "It's all slip and slide from

here on in man". "Yeah, bring it on baby", Chad

replied and buried his head in the pillow. Ritchie

pushed slowly in all the way to the bottom, burring

his lightly haired groin against Sailor's muscular

ass. It felt so good to have a hard slab to fuck for

once Ritchie thought.

He then started slow steady reps in and out as Sailor

moaned into the pillow in rhythmic bursts. As his

wanted master gave him what he had hungered for, the

pain, the friction, and the pleasure of giving himself

to his friend was sending waves of sweat over him.

Ritchie slide fucked his Sailor Prince nice and easy

to give him a good first time to contrast the violent

animal gang slam experience he had before. Ritchie

finally grabbed Chad's torso and laid him on his side

and he spoon fucked him for a while, wrapping his arms

around him and lithely pinching his tits, while

kissing his neck . It felt so good to Chad to have

this guy pumping him and getting him off, feeling his

heavy breath on the back of his neck. In a sudden

swing, Chad grabbed his exploding cock as a painful

spurt of warm spunk shot out of his piss-holes. The

sharp pain and burn was mixed with a new feeling of

wetness and pressure that he had not felt before.

Ritchie continued riding his rock hard ass as he

clenched his hands around Chad's beef like chest.

"Come in my ass Ritchie", Chad said as he stroked the

steel tip of his cock with a handful of cum. Ritchie

sped up his thrusts and sank himself deeper into his

Sailor and injected him with his man glue.

A few minutes later they were laying next to each

other in the bed watching the TV and toking down on a

fresh Humboldt Green twisty. "I think this is the last

one of these for me man, if I pass the test next week

I am gonna have to take all kinds of physicals and a

drug test they said." Ritchie smiled. "Well I have to

let you in on a little something".

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Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2006 20:36:08 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Gay-Authoritarian - Sailor and the Sergeant 8 - by Gruntraq

Continued: A few minutes later they were laying next

to each other in the bed watching the TV and toking

down on a fresh Humboldt Green twisty. Chad nodded, "I

think this is the last one of these for me man, if I

pass the test next week I am gonna have to take all

kinds of physicals and a drug test they said." Ritchie

smiled. "Well I have to let you in on a little

something".

Ritchie proceeded to educate Chad on his arrangement

with Sgt. Ramos, explaining to him why it was that he

and his men had punked him in the back of the van the

way they did. They watched over their Surfer and kept

him safe. Chad oddly had no ill will toward them about

his gang fuck experience, in fact something inside him

was grateful for what his mind had reframed as a

turning point rite of passage. As he got to current

days Ritchie told him, "Sgt Ramos talked to me today

about a couple things. First and foremost is the fact

that he is well aware that you were down at the PD and

signing up." Chad got an unsure look across his face

as Ritchie went on, "Sgt Ramos is one of the

instructors at the academy. You will be dealing with

him you know". Chad got a sinking feeling, "Oh fuck,

really?" Ritchie continued, "Yes Really, but the good

news is that he likes you." Chad rolled his eyes and

looked off to the TV saying, "Yeah he likes me

alright". " Well, he told me today that if you pass

the test that he would make sure you got moved forward

into the next Academy class instead of going on the

waiting list and that he'd take care of any drug test

issues that could arise." Chad looked at Ritchie with

his dark goatee hanging. "No shit?" Ritchie, raising

his brow answered, "No Shit".

"The other item we need to talk about is this

weekend," Ritchie told him. "You asked me about making

some fast money, so Sgt. Ramos is having one his

bivouac cult parties this weekend and we are going."

Ritchie went on to describe to Chad that they were

going up to Marin to "work" the two day party that

Ramos was throwing for his men.  This meant that they

were going to be slaves to a weekend production of

beer, men, and ritualistic role playing that Ramos

lead every so often to build and bond his posse of

officers. When Ritchie explained that they would be

spitting $3000 for the venture, more than a couple

week's pay in the Navy, Chad nervously agreed.

 "What is more important here than the money Chad is

that this gives you an opportunity to prove yourself

if not get initiated into Ramos's circle. You cant buy

that kind of ticket". Chad rolled his eyes, "I thought

I was already initiated into his circle". Ritchie

slapped him in the arm and said, "Well we only have a

couple days to get you ready for this Chad, you need

to heal that cock of yours and we have some other

things to do."

Ritchie called a friend of his that worked in a barber

shop down in the Castro and asked him if he was

available for a private appointment. "If you get down

here now I can. I was just getting ready to head

home," the voice said. "Perfect, we'll be right down".

Ritchie grabbed his pants off the floor and told

Sailor to get dressed. They soon headed out the door

for a walk to the strip of the Castro lined with

leather shops, adult book stores, and rainbow

boutiques. Chad's eyes wandered wild across the

landscape of wide open faggotry. The fact that all

eyes seemed to be on him and he walked himself down

the strip with Ritchie was also becoming apparent.

Ritchie rang the buzzer of the non-descript glass door

that led to a narrow staircase. The door buzzed back

and they entered the narrow upward channel to the loft

above.

When they turned the corner into the small lobby Sal

lit up with flaming aplomb, "Oh fuck me Ritchie Boy,

what have you brought me today! My gawd, what hunk you

he is!" Sal gave Chad a lusty look over and placed his

hands on his hips. "Ritchie, Ritchie, Ritchie! You are

moving up in this world". Surfer responded, "Turn down

the flames there Sal, I don't want you to scare him

away". Embarrassed and tensed, Chad just stood there

and stuck his arm out for a manly hand shake. Sal

grabbed his hand  and ran his fingers across his palm

as if to read the lines. Chad let him. "My Sailor

Prince here needs a Weed & Clean", Ritchie announced.

Sal gushed like a rewarded child, "Absolutely my dear,

absolutely". Ritchie looked at Chad who was clueless

and told him to take off his clothes. Chad followed

his lead as Sal told him to saddle up in a reclining

old looking barber's chair with stirrups.

After Chad nervously sat, Sal raised the chair up with

his foot pump bringing Chad's manhood to a workable

level. He leaned the back of the chair down and had

Chad put his legs up in the stirrups. Sal admired the

Sailor and told him to just lean back and relax.

Ritchie had a seat in the chair next to him and

watched while Sal went to work.  The buzz of electric

clippers filled the room as he gently mowed the thick

turf of pubic mass, shedding years of curly bush to

the floor. Carefully working the clippers all around

his package, Sal made it look easy.

The flaming barber then lathered up Chad's balls, cock

and nest with soothing warm shaving cream. As soon as

the warmth of the lather and Sal's soft hands began

massaging him, the Sailor's cock hardened like a rock.

"I just love that part", Sal laughed . Pulling out a

flat-blade he began shaving the thick nest of hair

that enshrouded Chad's love hole. Ritchie had unzipped

his pants and was gently stroking his cock as he

watched. Sal carefully squeezed Chad's balls one by

one tight into his scrotum like a rock hard balloon to

shave them. As he continued, Sal made playful tugs at

his cock and probes of his hole making Chad smile,

jump and giggle. He had a way of making the process

fun for his customers. As he handled Sailor's 8" shaft

with one hand and slid the razor down it with the

other Chad felt that sharp pang in the head again as

the fresh hole around his 10-gage barbell contracted.

He felt the wetness ooze around the metal again as his

pre-cum appeared. Sal continued adding more warm

lather in and around his tool as he shaved his

business end clean. "Leave his pubes above his cock",

Ritchie interjected as he sat close by stroking

himself.

Sal cleaned all the lather and trimmings off Chad's

smoothly shaved cock and asshole with a soothing warm

stream of water from a hose.  As the erotic session

seemed to end, Sal then grabbed a heated tube of

lotion and began working it into his fresh skin,

cosseting his balls and circumnavigating his shaft. He

then probed his smooth soft love hole slightly with

his lotioned fingers. "You want to rim him don't you",

Ritchie kidded Sal. "Go ahead, it's okay". Ritchie

leaned back in his chair as he watched Sal sink his

tongue into Chad's wide open love center. Chad rocked

his head back and started stroking his cock while Sal

slithered.

Sal was aggressively digging his flaming wet muscle

into Chad's sphincter, in and out driving him wild.

Again, before the clock ticked twice Chad was shooting

 sharp burning spurts of cum through his sore cock. As

it dribbled slightly out of his new slit and the old

one Sal gently licked up the excess as Chad pumped it

out. Ritchie was getting ready to cum and ordered Sal

to suck his cock. Sal responded like 911 and took his

shooting rod in just in time, slurping up his juices.

As he cleaned him up Ritchie ordered, "Okay, back to

work". Sal spent the next 20 minutes clipper cutting

Chad's chest hair and groin and then shaved his back.

He then topped him off with a fresh buzz cut on the

scalp. When he was done, Sal pulled off the cape and

brushed Sailor off. Ritchie flashed Sal a $50 dollar

bill. "Thanks Ritchie! You know I just love  you!" Sal

said and then turned to Chad who was dressing himself.

"Here's my card NAVY Boy, call me any time you need a

trim".

As they walked out the door onto the street, Chad was

shaking his head at all the wildness of the past few

days. He had wild partying days in the Navy and back

home, but nothing like the energy and the sexual

release of his time here in the City. He was beginning

to feel more comfortable and less threatened now in

this temple, a far cry from his attitude last summer.

Now dark out, he and Ritchie decided to head back

toward the Red Baron for a few drinks. Most of the

boutique stores were closed but a few still had their

doors open. On their way out of the Castro an open

store got Ritchie`s attention. "Wait, we need to get

you a few things"

Continued........

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Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2006 13:44:24 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Gay-Authoritarian-Sailor and the Sergeant 9 - By Gruntraq

Continued:Now dark out, he and Ritchie decided to head

back toward the pad. Most of the boutique stores were

closed but a few still had their doors open. On their

way out of the Village an open store got Ritchie`s

attention. "Wait, we need to get you a few things"

Ritchie dashed in into the small store with Chad in

tow. The smell in the store immediately put Chad on

guard. Getting a grip on his surroundings he scanned

the leathers and the many odd devices lining the racks

and walls. The smell was similar to that of a leather

tack shop back in Montana, but there was a underlying

smell of rubber and porn shop mixed in that reminded

of the mouth gag that Ramos and his men had strapped

on him. Chad slowed, but Ritchie egged him "Come on,

nobody is going to bite you in here". As they walked

toward the back of the narrow shop Ritchie waved at

the big grey-bearded guy behind the counter.

Greybeard, the bulging and older shop owner wearing a

leather vest and visor  asked, "Can I help you find

anything?" Nodding at him Ritchie replied, "Yeah we

need to measure my friend here for a harness." Chad

looked at Ritchie with a frown, "A Harness?"

Ritchie picked out a number of devices that Chad

really didn't completely grasp. All the while Ritchie

just said, "trust me". At the register, Ritchie looked

over Greybeard's shoulder to the wall rack behind him

and asked "How much is that anal training set there?"

Greybeard turned around and asked, "The polished

stainless or the latex?" Ritchie turned to Chad and

asked, "What's your pleasure bro? Rubber or steel?"

Chad was looking at him horror mouthing, "anal

training set?" . The cone shaped objects in various

sizes and their implied use sent a shiver though him.

Ritchie just turned back to Greybeard and said "Let's

make it stainless steel". Greybeard asked totaled up

the merchandise and asked Ritchie, "Company Tab?". The

Surfer nodded his head affirmative.

Back at the apartment Ritchie packed a bowl of

Humboldt Green in his bong while Chad went through the

bag of goodies he just inherited. He pulled out a full

leather top harness, a butt-plug harness, a couple of

various cock rings and leather ball stretching cuffs,

a couple tubes of lube, and then the heavy box came

out. Chad held the black box in his hand with a clear

window that displayed the four polished steel butt

plugs.

"Dude, I'm not sure about this  shit," Sailor groused

while handling the steel asshole stretchers.  Ritchie

pondered his apprehensions and stopped walking. "Look

man, do you trust me?" He asked Chad. "You don't have

to do anything you don't want to", Ritchie

interrupted. "But if you want to do this cop thing. If

being a cop in this City is what you want,  you got to

get past Sgt. Ramos because you are already a marked

man in his book. He already owns you. He has already

decided you will be part of his world here on the

force. You have to prove yourself to him on his

playing field. That means you need to trust me and let

me help you prepare for the intitiation". "Initiation?

I thought this was just a party we were going to" Chad

replied. "I mean I feel like this is some king of cult

or something". Ritchie looked at him and laughed. "It

is better than a cult Chad. It is a brotherhood of

power, sex, and justice. You get in with these guys

and you will have a level of camaraderie that you

never had in the Navy." You pass your entry exam and

this weekend is your initiation, and a way to pay the

rent - best of both worlds" Chad smiled nervously,

"Alright I'll stop being a worry wart. But I am still

a little geeked about these anal training things".

Ritchie pulled down a deep hit of the mean green and

handed the bong to Chad. The Sailor was still just

looking at the box and back up to Ritchie. "Take a hit

bro and stop looking at me like I am a psycho killer".

Chad set down the box and sucked on the bong for a

moment. With smoke wafting out of his mouth Sailor

charged, "These things are going to fit in my ass?"

Ritchie had made a trip to the kitchen and returned

with a couple of beers. Handing one of them to Chad,

he said. "You'll love it bro. Believe me when I tell

you that once you get into this, you wont be able to

get enough. Besides, we only have a few more days till

this weekend and you need to be ready for fisting by

then". Almost spitting out his beer and choking,

"Fisting?".

Still contemplating spending his last stash of cash on

a plane ticket back to Bozeman, Montana Chad helped

Ritchie carry the weightlifting table from Dave's room

out to the living room. Once they had the padded bench

set up between the couch and the TV, Ritchie told Chad

to take all of his clothes off. The Surfer leaned back

on the couch as he watched his Prince pull off his

loose Levi shorts and the rest of his manly attire.

Once he was completely naked, Chad stood there and

said, "Now what?" "Come over here and let me suck your

cock", Ritchie replied. The Sailor walked over to him

and swung his meat in front of his face. Ritchie

grabbed Chad's balls and carefully wove them through

the ring on the butt-plug harness, putting spit on his

scrotum to make it easy. Then, taking his hands around

Chad's waist and between his legs, Ritchie hung the

harness over his hips and cinched up the belt. Then he

grabbed the smallest leather ball cuff and proceeded

to install it on Chad's freshly shaved scrotum.

Cupping his balls in his hand he pulled them down and

worked the cuff on with the other hand and snapped it

up. The exercise got the Sailor hard as a rock. `So

are you going to suck my cock now?" Chad ordered. "Not

yet", Ritchie replied as he stood up and helped get

the tight new torso harness onto Chad's beefy upper

side.  Standing back he looked his leather strapped

Sailor up and down and admired his little makeover.

"Now lay down on the bench!"

He laid Chad on his back with his legs up and hanging

over the pad wrapped weight bar. Ritchie propped his

head up with a pillow from the couch and asked if Chad

was comfortable enough. "Yeah, actually I am". "Good"

Ritchie replied as he grabbed the 1.5" steel plug

from the box. Chad felt the wet stickiness of lubed

fingers tabbing him and started to relax a bit. "Now I

am gonna use the smallest one, that is no bigger

around than any of the cocks you have had up your ass

to this point, except maybe Ramos." Ritchie assured.

"Just shut your eyes and relax". Chad then felt the

cold smooth steel slowly probing at his hole. It felt

good at first while Ritchie gently slid it in, with

increasing pressure. The feeling got dull and then

sharp for a moment as the apex crossed his gate and

then it popped into him and stopped.  Chad clenched

his ass muscles  against the steel and reveled in the

fullness of it. "Okay, how was that?" Ritchie asked.

"Fine", Chad answered. "Fine?. Uh, okay, then we need

to go to the next one now".

Pulling the metal prod from Chad's asshole, Ritchie

grabbed the 1.75 inch plug and began working it into

his Prince's punch hole. This time Ritchie was getting

more resistance as he pushed it in. Chad was wincing a

little and pushing back. "You need to relax your

muscles, you are pushing it back out at me. You have

to tell your muscles to accept the intruder". Chad

rolled his head back as Ritchie pushed harder and

gently twisted the plug. Chad's breathing got faster

and more shallow as he held the plug firm in the

fight. "Take a deep breath Chad", Ritchie instructed.

"Then let it out nice and slow, and that's when I'll

push. We'll keep doing repetitions. Got it?" Chad

nodded his head as the sharp but hollow pain at his

fuck hole began to dominate him. "Breathe", Ritchie

said. Chad grabbed the bench under his back with his

hands and squeezed as Ritchie kept the pressure on. As

he breathed out each time he could feel a splitting

burning sensation rising between his legs that got

stronger and stronger, making it hard to keep his

breathing slow. As he was letting out his deep breath

the fourth time he felt  a movement that shot a wave

of electricity through him causing him to yell out

"Ahhhaahhahhh!" The pain wave seemed to last for

forever as the apex of the larger steel bullet passed

and stretched his squeeze ring where it had never gone

before. "Ahhhhoooowuuhhaa!" The pressure kept on as he

tried shooting the thing back out and bucked on the

table. Suddenly the pressure went away as it popped

into his hot hole. "Ahhhhhee owww! Take it out! Take

it out!" Chad shouted. "Oooohhhhh! Aaaawweeeooooww!

Ritchie pushed the base of it against his squeeze ring

now clenched around the steel shaft. He then took the

rear strap of the harness and cinched it tight in his

crotch, locking he plug in tight.

"Squeeze your ass muscles around it! Embrace the pain

and quit crying. SQUEEZE IT!" Ritchie commanded. As

Chad laid there holding as still as he could with the

piercing awl in his ass with no relief Ritchie sat on

the couch and sparked another bong hit.

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Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 12:14:46 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Gay - Authoritarian - Sailor and the Sergeant  10 - By Gruntraq

Sailor and the Sergeant  10 - By Gruntraq

Continued: "Squeeze your ass muscles around it!

Embrace the pain and quit crying. SQUEEZE IT!" Ritchie

commanded. As Chad laid there holding as still as he

could with the piercing awl in his ass with no relief

Ritchie sat on the couch and sparked another bong hit.

"I got to go work for a while. I haven't been making

any money in the past week.". Ritchie said. "You stay

here and keep that thing in your ass, we'll work on

the big one later tonight". Surfer then changed his

clothes and took off for the Red Baron. Chad was still

laying on the workout bench trying to get back into a

regular breathing rhythm while his hole training

session soaked in.

Ritchie hit the neighborhood bar and got into a game

of pool pretty quickly with a few of the locals. It

wasn't long before a familiar clean cut square jawed

face showed up. "Where you been man, haven't seen you

around for a couple weeks?" Ritchie remembered Doug,

he had the curved dick that was fun but challenging to

suck. When he got fucked by that curved dick it was a

different sensation that didn't get lost in the crowd

of guys he liked to service. "Oh, I took a little

vacation but I am here now", Ritchie replied. "How is

the car business.?" Doug was a "closer" at a local car

dealer who dropped in at the Red Baron once or twice a

week. He was in his early thirties with a very

athletic build, unusual for a car salesman. He had

been the total jock in high school and never lost the

chiseled and slab like physique. Always dressed in

slacks and a loose button up shirt with a tie, Doug

looked like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Ritchie liked

servicing him as he was a damn good looking guy and a

hard fuck. A rare combination in the world of a

hustler. "So you want to dance cowboy", Doug asked

with his familiar slow wanting tone. "Yeah, let me

take this last shot". Ritchie downed the last of his

beer and took aim at the cue ball, sinking another

solid. He handed off the cue to one of his friends and

they were out the door.

As Doug drove them toward the dealership in his truck

Ritchie was pinching and twisting the salesman's tits

through his shirt. His cock was straining in his black

slacks. Ritchie's hand had made its way to Doug's

throbbing  package they approached the lot. Like the

times before they drove past the pack of salesmen

gathered up front and made their way to the back

corner lot behind the main showroom building. In the

vast sea of dusty used cars a small shabby looking

mobile trailer office sat next to a large tented area

where the cars got detailed. It was the office where

the day time car detailers and lot boys hung out, and

is always smelled like a leaky roof and chemicals

inside. They made their way up the steps and Doug

unlocked the door. As soon as it shut and the lock was

turned Ritchie was on his knees grabbing at Doug's

belt and zipper. In seconds that fat curved cock was

swinging in his face. Doug was no man for romance, he

grasped Surfer's skull and stuck his meat into it and

began fucking his face. Ritchie knew how Doug liked

it, fast and furious. "Come on little bitch, keep up,

I want to feel you sucking me!" Trying to stay stable

Ritchie went to work trying to keep a good vacuum on

the thrusting bent cock as it poked at the left side

of this throat. Doug continued bucking at him like a

raging bull in a pen. Ritchie was just now getting to

taste his fat meat and taking in the scent of the

cologne the salesman always bathed in. After few

minutes of getting his throat fucked almost to

soreness, Doug pulled his dick from Ritchies face and

ordered, "Get on the desk! I am gonna fuck your head

off".

As Ritchie stood up and pulled his pants off, Doug

brushed all the crap on the desk aside with one hand

as he pumped his cock with the other. Still wearing

his shirt and tie, he helped Ritchie up on the desk

and raised his legs up as he saddled up to the Surfers

nest. Spitting heavily on his curved rod, and rubbing

his bitch's asshole wet, he probed him with the head

slightly. "You are so precious my little bitch", Doug

said as he sunk his meat into Ritchie's hot little

hole. Doug loved the sensation of fucking a man, a

pleasure he never talked to his little wife about.

Tighter, harder, and rougher. Ritchie squeezed his

ring around his master's tool as it started moving

back and forth at him. As Doug's wall of athletic

thighs began slamming him he wrapped his legs around

his buttocks and crossed them, squeezing the

linebacker in. His master was bucking him like a wild

bull in the court as the smell of butt sex filled the

small trailer. Doug's fucks always hurt a little as he

was rough as shit, but that bent cock always found

places in Ritchie that made him cum first. The rhythm

of butt-fucking was broken by the loud crack of a

stapler hitting the floor, knocked off the desk by

Ritchie's sliding body. His head was pinning the

telephone against the wall knocking the handset off.

He could hear the dial tone blaring in his ear while

he was getting butt slammed by this former football

hero. Doug's 8" inches of fat meat was pushing against

him with only spit and sweat, creating a friction that

was almost unbearable. It was minutes upon minutes of

a workout, SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, the burning in his

asshole was building. Ritchie suddenly felt his

sphincter squeeze Doug's raging bull cock as he blew

his own load onto his stomach. Ritchie pooled his

fingers in his own goo playfully and licked them while

shooting sexy looks into the eyes of the man fucking

him raw.

Finally Doug pulled his meat from his bitch and pumped

his cock, squirting his heavy load all over the place.

He pumped much of his hot cum into the palm of his

hand, squeezing the last few squirts into a pool. "Sit

up!" he ordered Ritchie. As the Surfer sat upright

with his swollen asshole kissing the surface of the

cold metal desk, Doug stuck his hand in Ritchie's

face, ladling his hot load. "Eat my cum! Lick it up".

This was Doug's little fetish, he liked making his

bitch lick up his load from the palm of his hand.

Ritchie knew how to please. He ate up his man's

offering every time, licking his lips and making

convincing sounds of pleasure. As soon as his hand was

clean they were in the truck again headed back to the

Red Baron. As they got back to the bar, Doug flashed

Ritchie a fresh $100. bill and smiled at him. "Thanks

again!" Doug motored off in his Silverado as the

Surfer meandered back into the bar.

He had a good night. In the next two hours he managed

six beers and hit up another horny guy for the rent.

Two hundred bucks richer he decided to head home. As

he walked through the apartment door he smelled the

sweet odor of ganja in the air. Chad had been hitting

the peace pipe. "Where you been all night?", the naked

Sailor in the harness asked. "You know, paying the

bills", Ritchie said cryptically. "So how's your ass?"

Chad was sitting on the couch having had a the

man-splitting stainless steel butt plug strapped into

him for the better part of three hours. "I'm numb I

think, I can only feel the tightness, no pain" he

replied.

Ritchie smiled, "Good, then you are ready for a bigger

one but you have a big test tomorrow!" "So can we take

this thing out of my ass now". Chad finally asked.

"Yeah, but we only have a few more days till the

intiation with Sgt. Ramos and the crew, so we'll have

to open you up some more tomorrow." Chad laid on his

stomach , propping his ass up into the air with his

knees. Ritchie unbuckled the harness and let the strap

fall off to the side. The shiny stainless steel plug

was shimmering in the dim light. "Alright, squeeze it

out", Ritchie said. "What?", Chad questioned? "You

have to shit it out, it is not gonna come out on its

own." Ritchie instructed.  Suddenly feeling the

tightening burn on his squeeze-ring that had had not

felt since earlier in the day, he pushed on the awl

and began forcing the wider part past his gate.

Suddenly he was awash once again with piercing pain

that felt like ripping and tearing thin, his asshole.

Then like sand through an hourglass, it became a

slippery sliding sensation as the butt-plug fell out

on the bed making a "thoik" sound.

The cold air suddenly awoke his inner chute as his

hole was widely agape. Chad felt a rising burning raw

sensation as the blood began to rush back into his

sphincter. It was a road rash kind of burning

sensation that suddenly got soothed as Ritchie began

massaging a cooling lotion on his inflamed crimson

rosebud. It was now beginning to swell and close up,

but was allowing his fingers unimpeded access in an

around the bright red lips of his newly sized chute.

He continued rubbing the soothing creme on and around

his sore spot and they called it a night.

To be Continued

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Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 09:09:53 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Sergeant and the Sailor 11

Sergeant and the Sailor 11

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...The cold air suddenly awoke his inner ass as his hole was agape. Chad

felt a rising burning raw sensation as the blood began to rush back into

his sphincter. It was a road rash kind of burning sensation that suddenly

got soothed as Ritchie began massaging a cooling lotion on his inflamed

crimson rosebud. It was now beginning to swell and close up, but was

allowing his fingers unimpeded access in an around the bright red lips of

his newly sized chute. He continued rubbing the soothing crème on and

around his sore spot and they called it a night.

The morning light peeking in the bedroom window woke Sgt Ramos. He rolled

over and looked at the clock which read 6:34. His partner Officer Jacks was

already in the shower.  He and Jacks had just gotten off their shift and

made it home by 2:00am, rolled around in the sheets for almost an hour and

not only three and a half hours later the day was starting again. Ramos had

a long list of last minute things to get done in preparation for the big

event this weekend. He had been working on the gathering for weeks, making

arrangements, gathering supplies and getting his ducks in a row. Today was

the day they went up to the "ranch" in Marin for kick-off. He thought to

make an important call before the day got off too far.

Ritchie's cell phone lit up with bright blue lights as it shrieked through

the early morning silence. He and Sailor were still rolling around in

bed. The Surfer answered. "Top of the morning!", the chipper Ramos

declared. "I just needed to make sure our boy is ready for his test".

Ritchie let himself out of the living room to have the conversation in a

more private way.

"Yeah, I have got him working on a few things" he answered. "UmmHmm", Ramos

acknowledged. "Well here is the thing. I talked to a couple of the guys

from the team, and we want to go ahead and get your Sailor initiated this

weekend since all the players will be there. Do you think he is going to be

up for it?" Ritchie hemmed and hawed for a moment. He already knew that

Ramos had planned such an event, which is why he had already started

working on the Sailor.

"We have about 20 guys joining us this weekend ." Ramos went on. "I'd like

to get him immersed before he starts the Academy. He might be a good

recruiter on the inside."  Ritchie let out a sigh. He had a feeling that

Ramos was going to drop the bricks on Chad, he seemed all to eager to get

him up there to the party this weekend. "Well, he still has to pass the

entrance exam this morning at headquarters", Ritchie exclaimed. " I don't

think that`l be an issue", Ramos quipped. "Well you guys be up there to the

ranch by 5:00 Friday ", he added then hung up.

Knowing for sure now what was going to happen this weekend he had a little

more work to do with Chad. He had been through one of the Sgt Ramos

"Initations" himself and seen many others. It made Sailor's trip in the Cop

Van last summer look like a fleeting affair. He took a shower and got

dressed, and finally had to force the still lazing Sailor out of bed.

"How's your ass this morning?", Chad heard as he came to. His brain mulled

the question around, he was still not used to hearing a guy asking him

questions like that.  "It's a little sore", Chad answered rubbing his

eyes. "You need to get up and get off to your test" Ritchie chided. "Then

you need to get straight back here for some more priming up". This was a

boot camp of a different color. Chad rolled his handsome muscular body off

the bed and headed toward the shower with his harness still hanging off his

waist.

When Chad emerged from the bathroom and made it to the kitchen Ritchie had

a glass of thick fruit juice smoothie waiting for him. "Here you go, no

more solids for the next couple days". Roommate Dave was sitting on the

couch watching Sponge Bob with his feet propped up on the workout bench,

hitting the bong ruefully. He handed it to Ritchie with the lighter.

Motioning at the bench and at the metal butt-plugs arranged in the box

nearby Dave joked, "Training huh? ". Chad smiled back and nodded

affirmative before finishing the last of his smoothie.

They hung out for a short time watching cartoons before Ritchie clapped his

hands and said, "Ok time to get going for your test." Chad was dressed in a

pair of loose Khakis and a white button up shirt, slick black combat boots

and a black belt. Sexy as can be. The two of them had a quick hug and a

kiss before Sailor headed out the door.

Dave finally had to ask. "So you're falling for this guy aren't ya".

Ritchie let out a guffaw as to brush it off but then paused and pondered.

With an embarrassing blush coming on he replied, "Yeah I guess I am. I

guess I am". Dave nodded as if in approval. "Well, you could not have

picked a nicer guy. Just don't get hurt". The Surfer had been there before

but was feeling right about this one.

Later that afternoon Sailor got home around 3:00pm and was in a chipper

mood. Dave and Ritchie had spent most of the day hanging out with Oprah,

Montel and Humboldt. They were ready for some entertainment. "I passed!",

Chad announced shooting high fives to the guys. "I'm going to the Police

Academy! Where is the bong?"

After the pleasantries and conversation was finished, Ritchie announced

that it was time to get back to work. "Get your clothes off Sailor." Chad

looked at Dave who smiled back while Ritchie retreated to the bedroom and

returned with an aluminum baseball bat, the plug set Chad had in his ass

last night, and what looked like latex gloves. Going to the kitchen he

retrieved a can of Crisco shortening and set it down on the end table

"Okay, assume the position!" Ritchie ordered.

The Sailor laid his back onto the workout bench and hung his legs back over

the weight bar. He took a few deep breaths while Ritchie motioned to Dave

to hand him the lube. The Surfer then began rubbing Chad's nest with the

slick stuff liberally. He then told him, "Chad, I'm gonna getcha started

here for a bit, then I have to go do a few things. Dave here is going to

take you to the next level today if you don't mind". Chad nodded, wondering

what "the next level" was. Ritchie began by working the 1.75" butt plug

into Chad's looser chute.

His swelling had gone down, but it still took a few minutes to work him

into it. Dave sucked on the bong and watched intently. Chad felt the waves

of dull and sharp pain as it went in, but it came much easier today.

Ritchie plunged the tapered plug in and out a few times, fucking him with

it, opening and slamming shut his squeeze ring playfully. The meaty

Sailor's body shuddered each time. "Sqeeze it in", Ritchie ordered. Chad

clamped down, holding the plug in place. "Okay bro I gotta go, you do what

Dave says. He'll take care of ya!" Ritchie said before grabbing a couple

things and headed out.

Chad had not spent much time with Dave, let alone naked and in a submissive

situation. Dave was a silent , hippie artist type of guy who was not really

masculine in the brawny sense but not feminine either. He had the comfort

and confidence that a bartender always has that makes you feel at ease.

This was a good thing as he was starting to lube up the aluminum baseball

bat and eyeing him with a smirk. Seeing Chad's trepidation, Dave reassured

"Don't worry man, it is not as evil as it looks." Lubing up the bat some

more, Dave told Chad to let loose of the butt plug and let it fall out on

the floor. He then began slowly rubbing and pressing the blunt cold

baseball player's little friend against Chad's gate.

After about 30 minutes or coaxing , pressing and then releasing the

pressure against Chad's aching sphincter, his muscles finally let the

smooth cylindrical shaft of the baseball bat enter. When his hole finally

stretched over the hard metal, he let out a deep cry "Yeaaoooo!" He tried

to catch his breath that was running away , far away as the intruder sent

shockwaves up his spine, the burning stretching pain was like a bomb going

off inside him. He clenched every muscle in his body. "Take it out!, Take

it out!" he begged. Dave continued slowly sliding it in deeper, deeper into

him until it stopped. Chad was writhing and bucking his back "Ahhh, Haahh,

Ooohhh, Ahhhhh in accelerated rhythms of pant while Dave held firm against

his body's instinctual motions to reject the wicked steel dildo.

He let a few minutes pass while Chad calmed down, gently wiping sweat from

his brow and now holding one of his hands to comfort him. Once Dave decided

he was ready, he began slowly thrusting the bat back and forth, fucking his

hole with it. It was just a tight blunt sliding sensation to Chad at this

point, but Dave was picking up the pace. At one point the pulled it almost

all the way out letting his hole start to close, and shoved it back in . He

spend the better part of 10 minutes working him over, ramming harder and

faster as he saw Chad started to get off. He started moaning and asking for

more as Dave pulled the baseball bat it all the way out and rammed it back

it repeatedly until Chad finally let out a low grown "Ohh fuck me!" and

blew a wad of cum all over his chest and chin. Dave smiled and pulled out

the bat and set it aside.  "See that was pretty cool huh?'

Continued in Sergeant and the Sailor 12

Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 09:13:47 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Sergeant and the Sailor 12

Sergeant and the Sailor 12 - By Gruntraq gruntraq@yahoo.com

...He started moaning and asking for more as Dave pulled the baseball bat

it all the way out and rammed it back it repeatedly until Chad finally let

out a low grown "Ohh fuck me!" and blew a wad of cum all over his chest and

chin. Dave smiled and pulled out the bat and set it aside.  "See that was

pretty cool huh?'

Chad relaxed. Dave finally said, "Why don't you take a rest for a few

before we start on the next thing?" Chad looked at him, "The next thing?"

Dave held up his hand and made a fist and smiled. "Why am I doing this ?"

Chad asked. Dave saying nothing, grabbed a few cold brews from the kitchen

and handed one to Chad.

After a 30 minute get stoned and relaxed session, Chad heard the sound of

Dave snapping rubber latex gloves on. "Okay cookie, time to get this on".

Chad was pretty buzzed for early in the day but was still a little nervous.

Dave was an island of reassurance, telling Chad that he was going to guide

him through the experience and promised it to be a highlight of his recent

days. He had even given the Sailor a couple shots of bourbon to loosen him

up a little even though he typically did not want his fisting partners to

be drunk. Dave had done this many times, it was his specialty. Chad assumed

his position on the bench and laid his head back on the padded board. Dave

had the a vat of Crisco and scooped up a heaping handful and swabbed Chad's

puckering nest. He hadn't bled much so far and was not too swollen, so it

looked like he was pretty ready for the kill.

He started Chad up by lubing up his cock and playing with him a little, to

get him turned on and relaxed some more, tabbing his PA and greasing up his

balls. While he was doing that he began slowly probing his rosebud with his

other hand one and two fingers, massaging the walls of his chute and

tickling his prostate. He like to make a pleasure massage out of breaking

his prey. Dave slowly and covertly over a 30 minute period had increased

the amount of his fingers he was working into Chad. He was soft and

workable, and not resisting too much, easy. Intermittently he inserted

increasingly larger of the steel plugs to break up his hand work.

Dave finally got to the point where he was ready to move in. He

repositioned himself so he could be closer to Chad and hold his hand while

he dug into him. Leaning over him at times, he could even kiss him and put

a little romance into it. He worked the ball of his hand into Chad and

started to push his way in slowly, stopping when resistance met him and

waiting for him to stretch. Chad was still pretty quiet at this point,

beginning to sweat a little but was not crying out. Dave came at him in

waves, pushing, stopping, pushing some more, stopping. Chad was beginning

to wince and squeeze his hand when he would push. He felt a strong sense of

pressure and a dull ache as his muscles started to give in to the moving

hand in his ass. A veil of pain took him over that was unlike the metal

probes, this was more deep and dull. He felt Dave's knuckles, his joints

sliding into him. Dave was finally almost into him completely with his fist

when he said. "Okay take a deep slow breath

 and then let it out slowly."

As Chad inhaled Dave kept the pressure on. When he began to exhale, Dave

pushed in. With a single move he passed Chad's ring. Chad did not yell out

this time but seemed to be shaking and shivering. Dave leaned down over his

face and Chad embraced him and held him tight. His fist was in him and Dave

kissed him while he shuddered. He let that moment last for a bit and then

pulled slowly out of him and then plunged back in, sending Chad into an

oblivious roll of nervousness. Then he pulled out and back in again. He

ladled more lube on his fist and loosened up the action, in and out slowly

in and out. Chad was just rolling his eyes back in his skull and sweating

like a pig, breathing erratically and shivering. He was on fire! His whole

body was excreting some kind of adrenaline that was making him higher than

shit. He wondered if he was in a state of shock.

Knowing how he felt, how his first time was, Dave took the occasion to give

Chad a little extra. While he was kneading his chute with his fist, he

began licking his cock up and down. It was limp as his body was focusing

all it's might elsewhere, but as he ran his tongue and worked his hand,

Chad's tool began to rise and flow. He bobbed and weaved until Chad could

take no more, spurting his hot spentness all over his stomach. Dave took

the opportunity to lick up this Sailor's hot juice that his friend and

roommate had been so hot for in the past couple weeks. Chad just laid there

and sweat it out. Dave finally pulled his hand free of Chad's new fisticuff

. "I'll clean all this up, you go and take a warm bath, it's make you feel

better" Chad just smiled and shook his head, he had never had a level of

torture, pain, and pleasure like this before. Looking back at Dave he was

almost speechless.

He finally took Dave's advice and went to run a hot bath. As he was dipping

into it, Dave came by and admired him from the hallway. "By the way I just

wanted to tell you that Ritchie really thinks the world of you", Dave

remarked. "I have to head off and open up the Baron, see ya later". Chad

nodded to him and thought pensively about what Dave had said as he soaked

into the hot water. He was recounting the whole experience that had brought

him to this point, this place, where he was doing things and feeling things

that he had never dared in his old world. It was an adventure, a mind

boggling safari into a world that excited him and scared him at the same

time. Somehow though, he felt that he had a trusted guide along side him in

his Surfer.

Ritchie got back home about 3:00 and was pretty intent on getting on the

road pretty fast. Traffic over the bridge could take longer than expected

at times and they could not be late. He found Chad napping on the couch and

admired his beautiful handsome face. He had been letting his stubble grow

out and it was sexy as hell. He just stood there and stared at him for a

minute before he woke him up. "Dude, it is time to get ready to go".

Ritchie whispered in his ear. Chad opened his eyes and smiled. He sat stood

up and gave Ritchie a big hug and kissed his neck. They locked eyes for a

split moment and Chad blurted out, "I love you". Ritchie stumped briefly

looked in this big stud of a man's eye and honestly replied, "I love you

too". For the first time Ritchie had said the words to another man and

really meant it. Chad too had said what he meant and meant what he said.

They embraced and stood there silently together. Ritchie broke the silence,

"So how did your workout with Dave go?". Chad nodded and just said

"Unbelievable! I never every would have thought it". Ritchie acknowledged

it and patted the side of his face. "Well it is time to go to the temple of

manhood and worship the Gods" Ritchie said, "Your adventure has only just

begun".

They both grabbed a few last things and were on the road.

To be continued...

Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 09:15:19 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Sailor and Seargeant 13

Chad was hurting. His chute ached every time he moved, a reminder of what

he had gone through in the past day. The ride up to the hills from town

didn't take as long as Ritchie had thought and they were soon at the

gate. An tan uniformed officer leaning against a tan County Park Ranger

truck walked to the car as they pulled off the road onto the gravel

drive. "What can I help you guys with today?" Ritchie said, "Were here to

see Steve". The Ranger nodded at Ritchie and said, "you know the way". They

proceeded on the two mile drive up the gravel road to the main farm house.

After parking the car they walked up the steps to the open front door and

let themselves in.

"Hey gentlemen", the leathered up biker dude sitting behind the front desk

called out. "We're here to see Steve". Nodding as if to be expecting them,

he asked "Which one of you is Chad?". The bounding Sailor stepped forward

and said "I am". The man looked at him admiringly and said, "Good. You need

to go upstairs, Steve is waiting for you".  Chad looked at Surfer

quizzically. "Go ahead, I`ll see ya later on".

Dressed in chamo pants and his favorite gray faded NAVY T-shirt, and black

Doc Martens, Chad walked up the steps with his heart starting to pound.  As

he topped the stairs a man's voice from a room to the left said, "Come

in". Chad's heart raced as he recognized the man who took his

virginity. Sgt Ramos sat in a leather chair behind a large desk.  Wrinkling

his thick brow, "You're Steve?', Chad asked as if uncovering some kind of

joke. "There is no Steve, just me", Ramos answered. "God ahead, have a

seat."

The Sailor sat stiffly in the leather chair in front of the desk as Sgt

Ramos began to talk. "How are you doing there son"? Ramos asked. "I`m

alright. What is this little meeting about?" Chad answered. "Son, you have

showed remarkable character and attitude throughout the events that have

lead you to this room. I know you have been through a lot. I have taken the

opportunity to review your application to the academy, your records and

talked to your superiors in the Navy.

They speak very highly of your qualifications. I know you are going to make

an outstanding police officer." Chad let out a breath of relief for a

moment and nodded in acknowledgement of Ramos's compliments. "I presume

that Ritchie has shared with you that I am planning to help you through the

process at the academy and my hope that you might want to join my

team?". Sensing that he was talking to his future superior officer Chad

took a more professional tone, "Yes sir, that is correct. I really

appreciate your help and I want to be a part of your team", he answered

resolutely.

Sgt Ramos smiled and leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigar.

"Excellent! Then let me tell you a little bit being on my team here." Ramos

offered. "You and me, we share a common desire, a common thread you know?

Being on my team means you need to be a part of the Brotherhood here. All

of us, these men outside share our common thread. We are an Order of sorts

here. We are closer than any family, association, or union out there. Our

common thread is one that is kept between us. We don't talk about it. We

don't have a website. We don't write letters to the editor."

Chad sat still as he listened. Sgt Ramos went on, "We are men of power and

love for our brothers. I know that you having been in the military know

what that means. We take that to a higher level. Once you are one with our

brotherhood, you are always one of us no matter what. We are of one seed."

The Sailor really hungered for what Ramos was laying out, it was this

desire for camaraderie, for a closeness to other men that he felt in the

Navy but rose to the next level of in the past month. It was almost turning

him on as he listened. Ramos continued, "But you to become one of us, you

have to give of yourself and make a commitment to the brothers".

Chad asked looking Sgt Ramos in the eye and said, "So how do I join?"

The Sgt took a long drag off his Cohiba and let out the smoke. Clearing his

throat Ramos answered, "Well, there of course is a formal oath. More

importantly and relevant to this conversation you have to pass an

initiation that starts right now if you accept. It is not an easy one and

there are no do overs. You are going to have to really want this to make it

through the next couple of days. Do you think you have what it takes?" With

a shot of nervous voltage and want Chad stood up and stated

authoritatively, "I want it Sir. I want very much to become part of the

brotherhood Sir" Chad pleaded. Sgt. Ramos smiled, "Then we shall begin the

festivities." Sgt Ramos showed him down the steps.

Two well built men were waiting in the foyer. They were both wearing Levis

and black T-Shirts with bright yellow police logos on the pockets. "Come

with us", one of them said to Chad as they motioned him to follow. Sgt

Ramos smiled at Chad and departed "Good luck son". The two men escorted him

out the door of the farm house and up the small gravel drive to across the

courtyard the barn. A gathered and conversing group of about 20 men dressed

in various get-ups of leather, biker, cop, and militaria were hanging out

at a small outdoor bar drinking beer from a keg. They stopped their

conversations to stare as the Sailor and his escorts passed by.

One of the men tapped the Sailor on the shoulder and said, "Salute them!

They are your superiors right now". Chad felt a pang of nervousness and

intimidation as the collection of rough hewn and masculine buff men began

smiling and ogling at him, some grabbed their crotch and smiled at him

hungrily. The Sailor stopped before them and gave them his best military

salute. They all laughed and jeered. He felt like a new fish entering the

jail.

After they passed through the large open doors of the wooden barn Chad

could see a small raised platform stage with rows of wooden benches arrayed

out from it on a dirt floor. The stage had a few wicked furnishings and

devices he knew were for him. On the either side of the barn walls were

gated horse stalls and various tack storage areas. There was a slight smell

of raw leather, hay and horse shit, but the place was otherwise clean. The

two men led him to the stage and up the steps to the leather bound table

with fixed stirrups.

A man with huge arms that at first looked like a WF wrestler was standing

next to it. The man was bald with a huge bushy brown goatee and leather

straps on his upper arms. He wore a dirtied jock strap under a pair of

brown leather chaps and had a set of leather work-boots big enough to crush

his head.  He had a deeply tanned and defined set of abs, bulging pecs, and

a gold chain around his neck. He asked, "So, this is our new recruit?", and

smiled admiringly at the nervous Sailor.

"I'm your Drill Sergeant this weekend", he said to Chad eyeing him like a

piece of ass. "And you are the my Recruit". The Sailor felt the hands of

his two escorts on his neck and shoulders. In a swift motion, they forced

Chad to his knees. Drill Sergeant was pulling his browned and yellowed jock

aside while the two men held him by the shoulders. "Let's see how well you

show respect to you superiors", he said as he pulled his rubbery uncut cock

from his pants and slapped it against Chad's face. He pumped it a couple of

times to size as Chad made his first attempts at mouthing it.

He inhaled he smelled the rank odor of Drill Sergeant 's hardening tool. He

must not have bathed in days Chad thought. His crotch smelled ripe of sweat

and piss like he had never smelled before. "Suck it Recruit!" Drill

Sergeant ordered as he grabbed Chad's head and forced fed him his fat

cock. Chad felt the stinky shaft slide across his tongue and to the back of

his throat, triggering his gag reflex. The taste his rank shaft made him

hesitate and back away at first. "That wont do boy!" Drill Sergeant barked

and shoved himself back down Chad's throat with force and began fucking his

skull mercilessly.

The smell and taste this man's dirty tool combined with the leather of his

chaps finally sank in. After a minute, Chad caught up with him and began

sucking and slurping his Drill Sergeant cock aggressively while the two men

behind him held him tightly. "That's better!, That's better! Suck that

cock! Get used to it! You got over 20 men to please this weekend!", the

Master taunted as he thrusted Sailor's face with his meat. "Squeeze my

balls", he ordered as Chad was working up a sweat. The Sailor raised one of

his hands and circum-coddled his nuts, giving them a deft pull and

squeeze. "Uuhho, yeah that's it boy, that's good shit!" Drill Sergeant

complimented.

Soon the Drill Sergeant grasped Sailor's buzzed skull tightly and planted

his exploding cock deep into his throat, bucking him hard two or three

times as hot cum escaped around Chad's tight lips. "You better swallow

every last drop boy" Drill Sergeant said, "You are on an all cum diet this

weekend. So unless you want to go hungry, you better savor every last

drop!" As Drill Sergeant 's sticky load ran down his chin, Chad writhed his

tongue to keep it from spurting out all over, licking and slurping at his

warm salty seed. The Drill Sergeant pulled his spent meat from Sailor's

mouth and printed up his red face with the dripping end of his cock. "Clean

out the end of my cock!". Chad followed his order and ran his tongue in and

out of the foreskin folds at the end of his Master's cock, cleaning out

every last drop and bit of salty pasty scum.

Releasing his skull and shoving him away, Drill Sergeant pulled his

shrinking tool back into his jock strap. He looked at the two men behind

him and said, "Okay get him ready for the breeding". He then looked down at

Sailor and nudged his chin up to face him.  Chad swallowed the last streams

of Drill Sergeant`s feeding juice and a sizeable lump of apprehension.

"Good job boy.", Drill Sergeant complimented as he patted him on the head

like a dog. "Do what these men tell you and I'll see you a little later".

He then let himself out of the barn and the two men went to work.

To Be Continued

Date: Fri, 16 May 2008 17:42:09 -0700 (PDT)

From: Gunter Ragen 

Subject: Sailor and the Sergeant 14

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Releasing his skull and shoving him away, Drill Sergeant pulled his

shrinking tool back into his jock strap. He looked at the two men behind

him and said, "Okay get him ready for the breeding". He then looked down at

Sailor and nudged his chin up to face him.  Chad swallowed the last streams

of Drill Sergeant's feeding juice and a sizable lump of apprehension. "Good

job boy.", Drill Sergeant complimented as he patted him on the head like a

dog. "Do what these men tell you and I'll see you a little later". He then

let himself out of the barn and the two men went to work.

The two bounding cops grabbed the Sailor under his thick muscled arms and

stood him up. Feeling a bit embarrassed having sucked off the Drill

Sergeant in front of them, he sheepishly looked around to see what was

next. One of the men said, "Let's get you cleaned up". They walked him over

to a stall in the barn made for cleaning livestock. The concrete floor had

a large drain in the center and steel bar rails on the perimeter for tying

up the animals. "Take off your clothes", one of the men ordered.

Chad stripped down and piled his clothes neatly like any good Sailor

would. As one of the men took his threads away, the other told him to grab

the steel bar railing and bend over. The man grabbed a hose with an enema

wand and turned on the water. Cold water it was, Chad winced as the man

began probing his hole and shoving the wand in. The gush of wetness filling

his bowels gave him a strange sensation as the man ran it in and out of

him. Then the water gushed out of his ass and down his legs. The man

repeated the process a couple times and finally said, "That takes care of

it".

Cleaned out now, the other man handed Chad his Doc Martens and socks. "Put

these back on, they are all you will need."  He found a wooden bench to sit

on while lacing up his Docs. The feeling of rough splinters on his ass was

secondary to the unnatural seepage of water from his hole. The waiting men

stood attentively as he finished up and stood. "Come over here", one said

with the same strictly business tone they had exhibited thus far. He

followed them back to the stage and up the steps. "Get on the table and lay

on your back", one of them said.

Chad climbed up on the leather bound fuck table and laid on his

back. Feeling eerily similar to the one he had lost his virginity to in the

back of the panel van last summer, he closed his eyes in resignation. The

two men raised his legs high in the stirrups and strapped his ankles,

strapped his wrists and his torso down. He was now a solid anchored fuck

doll. His has hung off the end of the table, a rump ready for the

feast. The two men talked to each other quietly during the process as if

Chad was not even there, "Tighten that up a bit more, we don't want him

sliding back", one said. "Yeah, got it", the other said as he cinched the

torso belt a little tighter.

Finally the taller one asked Chad, "It that comfortable son?" Chad thought

of the right answer, "Yes sir it is very comfortable". It actually was. The

padded leather fuck-table was set up such that he felt cradled in the

womb. He knew however that he was in for it. You don't pressure wash a

guy's guts and strap him to a table for a manicure. No, he had a gang fuck

coming.

The two men stepped over to the head board where Chad's skull was resting

about 32" off the floor. At eye level with their belt buckles, he watched

as the two men unbuttoned their 501's and pulled out their cocks. They

swung them out and slapped Chad's face a bit with their waggy flesh, while

kissing each other. As their tools hardened up they began jacking off and

continuing to make out. Chad began getting hard looking at these two studs

getting hot and heavy with their tongues as they pumped their cocks just

inches from his face. The smell of their piss sticks was thick in the air.

The men carried on for a few more moments before shoving them into the

Sailor's face. "Suck!", one of them ordered. Able to move his head side to

side, Chad leaned left and began working Number 1. "Oh yeah", the man

moaned as he continued kissing Number 2. The man began humping at the

Sailor's face as he licked and sucked. A few minutes in the man grasped

Chad's face and began jacking off towards his mouth. "I'm gonna cum

boy. Get ready!" The man then placed his cock head in Sailors goateed face

and spurted his hot load into his mouth. Chad licked and slurped Number 1's

juice till there wasn't any more.

As he was finishing up, Number 2 grabbed his skull and turned it his

way. Jacking his cock furiously he moaned, "Here I come Sailor. Here I

come!" He then pumped his cop cum into Chad's mouth. The Sailor worked hard

at gathering every bit of the white hot glue, slurping and swallowing as

fast as he could. As he got through most of the rush, the two men let him

mow on their softening cocks at the same time. "Go ahead Sailor Boy, clean

them up good", Number 2 chided. Chad was getting used to the taste of men

now and was no longer hesitant. He ate the men's cocks till there was

nothing left on them but his own spit.

The men tucked their pleased poles back into their 501's and buttoned

up. "Good work Sailor Boy", said Number 2. They then left him alone on the

Altar Of Fuck and walked outside, closing the barn doors behind them. Chad

laid there and scrubbed the inside of his mouth with his tongue, the taste

of the three men lingering strong. He was willing himself to relax as he

feared what was next. The sounds of the rambunctious men out in the

courtyard echoed throughout the barn, sounding like a good keg party

should. He knew they were getting good and plastered and he was their main

attraction.

It seemed like an hour had passed as he laid alone strapped down when the

barn door creaked open. The piercing ray of light almost blinded Chad

momentarily. The door shut once again and a figure walked toward him in the

dark. Squinting to see, he finally heard the Surfer say, "It's me

bro". Ritchie looked like a God coming toward him. Butt naked and wearing

only a black leather harness, his tanned chest was in full dress with his

gold nipple rings. His long light haired goatee and shaggy hair framed his

glowing face. Chad was feeling like his Savior had arrived. "Hey there, are

you doing OK?" Ritchie asked.

The Sailor nodded, "So what is happening next"? The Surfer smiled and said,

"Breeding". Chad shook his head and looked to Ritchie for more

detail. Smiling, Ritchie continued, "Each one of them is gonna fuck you and

cum in your ass. It's a ritual.". A pang of nervousness fell over the

Sailor as he contemplated. "All of them? What about you?" Ritchie patted

Chad on the head, "Don't worry they won't be beating the shit out of you,

it is more of a bonding ritual. They will take it relatively easy on

you. Everyone has been through it themselves and knows what it is like to

receive".

The Surfer then said, "I will be right here with you man". "Doing what?"

Chad asked. "I am the cleanup man," Surfer said with a slight giggle. "What

does that mean?" the Sailor asked nervously. As the door to the barn opened

the sound of the rowdy men falling into the room erupted, Ritchie said

quietly, "You'll see".

The rabble rousing party of rough hewn studs made their way into the room

with beers in hand. A couple of them were heaving the keg along with them

into the barn. Chad saw Sgt. Ramos and bald headed Drill Sergeant coming up

the steps toward him as the men were getting seated on the wooden benches

around the stage. Ritchie stepped back toward the back of the stage as

Sgt. Ramos and Drill Sergeant closed in.

Standing on either side of Chad's Altar Of Fuck, the masters began to

address the men.

Sgt. Ramos began, "Brothers, We are gathered here together as you know to

welcome a new member to our family. I see you are all warmed up and ready

to commence the first act of our bonding ceremonies with our new man. Ramos

smiled as a proud father and continued, "We are of one bond here

brothers. We are of one cloth. We are of one seed. Thus, we share the seed

among each and every one of us. As those of you who have come before, we

shall bring our new member into the family by sharing that seed with him."

The men erupted with a loud and boisterous "Hoo-Rah"

Ramos continued, "Gentlemen, I give you Chad Brankowsi. He comes to us

fresh from the US Navy where he served a distinguished career as in the

Shore Patrol and various other security details. As you can see, he has a

great physique and is an extremely handsome man. While his common path with

us is somewhat new to him, he has begun building a bond with Brother

Ritchie already. And, some of you here already have shared the seed with

recruit Brankowski"

A couple of the men in the crowd shouted, "Hoo-Rah". Chad recognized the

voices.

"As we give this gift of our brotherly love to our new member, please

remember that there are twenty two of us here..." Ramos said before being

interrupted by laughter and cat calls from the sexually charged group of

men. "Remember that our new member must also be able handle tomorrow's

exercises. So take it easy on him", the Master of Ceremonies

instructed. Chad winced as his heart began to race. Sweat was beginning to

bead up on his forehead both from his nervous anticipation and because the

temperature had gone up considerably with all the fuck hungry animals in

the room.

"Gentlemen, let the festivities begin." Sgt Ramos announced.

The crowd of men stood and began cheering and applauding.  Chad watched as

they began peeling off their clothes en masse and began to file up on the

stage to stand in a circle, dicks in hand around his Altar Of Fuck. As he

looked around at some of the sexiest looking studs he had ever seen in one

place, he saw every one of the twenty-two of them looking back at him with

lust and sexual hunger. The moment gave him a rush like he had never felt

in far untouched places of his soul. The immediate air became pungent with

the smell of beer and sweaty men much like a locker room after the big

game. Chad's cock jumped to attention thicker and harder with each beat off

his heart.

To be continued...