Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 12:07:45 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Cub Boy Training - Page 4

Hope all you guys are still enjoying my story! I'm having fun writing
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fact that you are enjoying it to date. Some have asked if I have other
stories. As a matter of fact, I do, as follow - both on Nifty also:
"Danny Boy" - June 29, 2003 in the Authoritarian section
"Young Teddy's Escapades" - June 19, 2003 in the Adult/Youth section
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Cub Boy Training - Page 4: Government Issue Men

As you remember from the last episode, as we reentered the living room
Master Jake took me right to the General and said. "General, would you like
to hold my little Cub, he is wearing a butt plug and really likes the smell
and taste of men. He likes to be fondled Sir, but still has a feather
trigger, so you will have to be careful or you could be sprayed! We are
working on that Sir!"

As the Master removed his hand from my shoulder, he said, "Go to Parade
Rest Boy - spread those feet out wide, hands behind your back!" Master
stood at my side, slightly to my rear, put his hand on my waistband.  The
general leaned forward, grasp the front. Three swift jerks, snaps released,
each held half my fatigue in their hand. I was standing there completely
nude. The general smiled, cupped his palm under my chin, then ran his
fingers down over my neck, my nipples, chest, stomach, to the patch of
short blond bush above my pubes. His eyes fixed on my package. He cupped
his hand under my ball sack and gently lifted them bouncing them in his
palm, moved his hand up, grasp my the shaft stroking the loose skin,
watching the foreskin pull away from the head. He stopped when I was hard,
then released his hand.

"Step back two steps soldier boy - remain at Parade Rest!" He rose to his
feet, removed his shirt and placed it over the back of his chair. He
removed his webbed military belt, looped it around my neck, securing the
brass buckle, creating a collar and leash. He removed his hands, leaving it
to dangle like a necktie down my chest. His hands went to work unbuttoning
his fatigues, spreading the fly open wide. He unsnapped his boxers and
lifted his entire package, balls and all up and let them drop before my
eyes. Circumcised and hung quite well, he had a semi surrounded with the
same growth of long gray hair that covered most of his chest. He stroked it
a couple of times, then took a short grip on my leash and directed my face
to his chest.  Like my Master, he did not wear cologne or use scented
soap. He smelled clean and masculine. Just a hint of perspiration was
forming now, giving off his individual scent. He rubbed my face back and
forth over his chest, then guided my lips to his left nipple. His nipple
was huge. The areola surrounding was the size of a quarter. As I sucked,
nibbled, gently bite, he let out a moan and I felt his dick press, then rub
against me. His one knee rose, pushed up against my ball sack, rubbing the
coarse hair on his thigh gently against my ball sack. This felt very warm
and sexy.

"Bite them soldier boy, show me how much you like them son! That's it son!
YEA, perfect!" I realized a hint of clear fluid that tasted like1percent
milk oozed from his nipple. Suddenly he stiffened, let out a moan and shot
his load over my tummy. He dropped his knee and held me to him shaking
until I felt the final pulsation of his dick. After he caught his breath,
he scooped up his skeet off my belly and fed me. "Now on your knees boy -
clean up this mess with your tongue!" I cleaned his stomach, cock and
balls, leaving me with a powerful lust for more. I sucked his cock into my
mouth and hoped it would deliver me another load, but he pulled me off and
dropped back into his chair. "I'll need a breather son!" He looked to my
Master. "Colonel, you have the makings of a fine Cub Boy here! He certainly
got me off quickly tonight!"

"Officers, on your feet now, take off your shirts, line up here in front of
me, open your drawers and go to Display at Parade Rest!" Quickly, they were
all lined up in front of the General with their cock and balls displayed,
legs spread wide, hands behind their backs. He stood, walked back and forth
a couple of times massaging and stroking their cocks and balls until the
four were hard, including my Master. "Gentlemen, on the floor and form a
Daisy Chain, show the boy how we Marines keep our pipes clean and from
going crazy in the bush! Do not ejaculate!" In an instant, they were down,
locked together in a circle, licking and slurping at each other. Each had a
head buried in the groin of the next performing oral sex on his fellow
officer. It was a sight-to-behold watching them, made me lust, wanting to
be part of their action.

"As for you son, come over here and stand at Parade Rest in front of
me. "He dropped to his knees in front of me and buried his face in my
groin. For the longest while he just inhaled, moaning and fondling my cock
balls with his hands. He kept rubbing his face in my blond bush and
moaning. My eyes kept returning to the display of male beef circled on the
floor. They were each making the familiar sounds my Master makes when he is
rutting me. I felt my cock slide into the General's mouth. His tongue
circled the glands almost making me ejaculate. He felt my climax was
rapidly approaching, grabbed my cock at the base and squeezed it so hard I
almost screamed. The sensation passed and my juices drained back from
erupting.

He backed off and said, "Don't you shoot boy! The Colonel tells me you like
anal sex the best boy! I'll see what we can do to put a smile on your face
tonight son! It is a Marine Officer's duty to keep his young troopers happy
so they will always give their best performance when in combat! He pulled a
black rubber ring with leather strapping and snap fasteners from his
pocket. He worked it down over my cock, right to the base, fit the leather
straps around my balls, cinched it up and snapped it in place. "That should
keep you from prematurely ejaculating boy. Now go stand in the officer's
circle at Parade Rest boy."

He followed me to the circle and gave my master an order. "Prepare the boy
for Bottom's Up service Colonel. On your knees men, you know the exercise
routine and rotation!" My Master pulled the butt plug and sat it aside. He
spread my ass cheeks, pulled a tube of KY from his pocket and lubed,
inserting three fingers and spreading me gently. The other officers were
rubbing and fondling my legs, thighs, cock and balls. My Master lowered me
into the doggy position and mounted me as the others took other positions
to massage, lick and suck on my body parts. The Captain positioned himself
in front of me and rubbed his cock over my lips until I opened and in he
went. Master had me grasped by the hips and was slowly entering my love
canal, the Captain pushed down my throat getting me timed to his actions,
the other Colonel was under me licking and sucking on my cock and
balls. The Major had the largest dick, not only long, well over 10inches,
but big around. He was straddle, crouched over me rubbing his entire groin,
ass, cock and balls over my sweaty back. I was in hog heaven. I wanted it
all and I was getting it all. The combined scent of these guys had my head
swimming with their pheromones.

The General stood to the side watching, giving his officers orders,
rotating their positions until I had received a load from each man up my
wazoo and a few down my throat. I was hard, excited, lusting for their
dicks. Every one of them well endowed, but the Major was exceptionally
large. He was prime beef, huge balls dangling between his loins. He was
last to enter my bottom. As he fucked me, the General told my master to
remove the apparatus on my cock and balls. The General positioned himself
under me with his mouth directly under me. Each time the Major pounded into
me, drops of liquid would ooze from my dick and the General would lift his
head and lick it clean. The Major was really rutting me now. When the Major
stiffened and shot his load, the General shouted, "Shoot Boy!" I shot a
huge load and he was just in time to lock his lips over my dick and receive
it all. He moaned and pulled my pubes down into his face and held me there
for what seemed like an eternity.

The General finally emerged from under me, smiling, licking his
lips. "Nectar of the Gods men - sweet, a bit salty and a bit nutty -
wonderful! Colonel, I think this one is going to make a very welcome
addition to our group once you get him fully trained in our ways. Train him
well Colonel, especially in dungeon training and we will plan a party soon
at my home so he can meet all our members with their Boys. I don't know
about you men, but I must be on my way this evening. Wonderful meal
Colonel, great entertainment, fantastic dessert." After the General left,
the others soon said their complements and were on their way.

"Get over here Cub Boy and give your Master a big hug, I'm so proud of you
son. I've never seen my friends as turned on and excited with a new Cub as
tonight, especially the General and the Major. The Major asked if he could
help with your dungeon training. You and he hit it off together right from
the beginning tonight. You had something very special going on between
you. You definitely have an eye for him. He would be the perfect choice for
the job. Would you like that Boy?

"Oh yes master! The Major is handsome, macho, and very dominant. Like you
Master Jake." I thought it best not to tell the Master I really liked his
much larger dick for fear he would take it the wrong way. I wanted more,
much more of the Major inside me in the future. His big dick was awesome
the way it filled me up and rubbed against my special place. The last thing
I wanted was for my Master to get jealous and punish me by picking someone
else to assist in my dungeon training. If I keep my mouth shut now,
everything will be perfect and I will see a lot of the Major.

"Come boy, it is only midnight, you don't have to get going until about 5am
to be back safely in bed before Grandma gets up." He lifted me into his
arms and carried me to his bed. He set the alarm for 5am,crawled in next to
me and let me sniff, lick and suck on him for awhile. Before long, he
rolled me over on my side and I felt him slip into me. Gently at first,
then wild, he roughly tore himself a hot fuck between my loins.  After that
display of dominant ownership over my body, he pulled from me slid down and
gave me head.  We cuddled and fell right off to sleep. I felt his warm
breath against my neck, kissing and sniffing once in awhile during the
night. I pretended asleep, but soon he brought me back to an excited state
with his dick sliding in me again. I squeezed and massaged as he slowly
brought himself to climax, then remained inside me and went right back to
sleep. Now I was all worked up again and a bit frustrated, so I spit on my
fingers and worked the head of my dick, trying not to move so not to awaken
him. I dare not ejaculate, but it sure felt good for awhile, especially
with his dick still lodged inside me. I got myself lusting, inhaling his
scent in the bed, slowly moving my ass over his dick. Eventually I did drop
off to sleep.

When the alarm went off at 4am, he hit the snooze button and brought me to
life with another breathless love session. This time he told me I could cum
in his hand when he ejaculated. He fed it to me, had me lick his fingers
clean and popped me on the ass. "Time to rise and shine Boy! Clean yourself
up inside, take a hot shower, put your butt plug back in that I sat on the
counter, dress and come back and give me a kiss before you head for home."
He was asleep as I gave him a peck on the cheek and headed toward home, the
long six blocks. There were two people walking their dogs along my
route. It was cold, soupy fog had rolled in during the night. Still four
blocks from home, a police car with a single member of San Francisco's
finest pulled over to the curb, gave a hit on his horn to get my attention
and waved me over. He rolled down the window and asked. "What you doing out
in this fog in just sweats son?" I answered, "Been to a friends Sir, only
four more block to go and I'll be home."

"Well, hop in son and I'll drive you home, I'm headed your way. Just got
off duty, but on call the rest of today." What's your name, age and address
son?" When I told him, he said, "Your Grandma Schmidt's grandson then. I
live in the apartments right across from her there on Scott Street. Lived
there for going on 6 years now and known your grandma for the same. Quite
the lady! Bakes me cookies sometimes!" I immediately felt comfortable with
him and got into the squad car passenger seat. He made conversation
immediately, said. "I just bought this Dell Computer and don't know
anything about using it yet. About all I been able to do so far, Solitaire
and search the Internet. I do not have much patience with the damn thing
yet. I can not seem to figure out how to set up the email or much of
anything else either. You know much about computers Joey? After I told him
I had been using a computer for years and knew quite a bit about them he
said. "How would you like to come by the apartment later this morning and
give me a lesson or two - teach me how to email at least? I shook my head
and said sure, smiled and was almost staring at his basket as he pulled up
in front of the house. "OK then Joey Schmidt, my name is Officer Jerry
Gallagher and I live in apartment 26 on the second floor. Just come up
anytime later this morning." I stepped out of the car; about to pull the
key from my pocket that opened the security gate when he called me
back. "Say hello to Grandma Schmidt, tell her Jerry Gallagher said hello."
My wheels were turning, spinning having met such a nice guy, a cop and
quite the hunk too. I wonder if he is married, divorced, has a regular
girl. It would be great if he likes the boys. Was he giving me a good look
over, or was my imagination running away with me?

Grandma called me down to breakfast at the usual time. It was Sunday and
she would be going to Mass; so, I cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen as
usual. When I was finished, I told her I had met Officer Jerry Gallagher
the apartments across the street. She raved about what a nice young man he
was and how good it was to have him living in the neighborhood. Then she
said, "He is a good Catholic Boy and he goes to church; so why don't you
Joey? It make you a better person!" I pretended I didn't hear her. "You
want to come to church with me today Joey? You can't go in that outfit. You
have some nice clothing Joey. Why not you wear on Sundays? You should dress
up on Sundays and attend church with your grandma." I finally answered,
"Not today grandma, I'll go next Sunday with you." I called the taxi for
her and she was off by 9:30 for the 10:00 service. She always took lunch
with friends after church; so I knew she couldn't be home until well after
1:30pm or 2:00pm.

About 10:00am I phoned Master Jake! He answered, said he was just headed
out the door headed to have brunch with a couple of friends and to call him
later in the afternoon. It was still cold and foggy out, but I was not
going to sit in this big old house alone and vegetate. I found that old
bright orange douche bag I had seen many times hanging in grandma's
bathroom closet and headed upstairs to my bathroom. I removed my butt plug,
filled the old girl with warm soapy water and did the deed until I was nice
and clean. I took a hot shower, got squeaky clean, and replaced the clean
butt plug. I put on clean cloths, a jacket and headed across the street to
see Officer Jerry Gallagher and his new computer.

I rang the buzzer to apartment 25. "Yea, who's there came over the
speaker?" I answered, "Joey Schmidt Sir." The release clicked on the lobby
door and I entered. As I approached apartment 25, the door was open and
Jerry was standing back in the room in just his uniform trousers. The belt
was loose, the top button undone and the zipper down about two inches. The
snap was loosened and his boxer shorts were open as well displaying a great
deal of coal black bush. He was watching something on the TV, sucking on a
can of Pepsi. My eyes fixed on his crotch, trying not to be too obvious
that I was checking him out. The same coal black hair covered his chest and
ran right down the center of his abs to the mass that covered all the way
down out of sight. His pits were loaded with the same stuff. Even his arms
covered with a thick growth, right over the backs of his hands and on top
of each finger. I thought he was handsome sitting in his squad car, but now
he was more than handsome, he was awesomely handsome. My eyes kept
returning to his crotch. The dark material of his pants made it difficult
to see how he was dressed. When the light from the TV reflected just right,
I realized he was dressed to the left and he was sporting quite a
package. I thought, "Boxer shorts are great, no support, just let it hang
loose for all to enjoy!"

"Kick the door shut Joey, make yourself comfortable. Grab a Pepsi from the
refrigerator, computers over there on the desk. Fire it up - be with you
the minute this WWE tape is finished. I noticed he was watching a wrestling
match he had probably taped on video while he was on duty. Stone Cold Steve
Austin had Jerrico pined in a headlock, just about ready to tap out. I made
a comment as I passed. "Ain't Stone Cold a Bear? I did grab a Pepsi and
headed for the computer. He had Windows Explorer and the Internet set up
and working, but his email was not set up yet. I realized he had no
document files, picture files, or anything at all in the computer; however,
it came preloaded with quite a few programs and a nice Epson printer. I
noticed a couple of boxes on the floor that were still sealed. One was a HP
Scanner; the other was a Cannon 4MegaPixel digital camera - first class. I
drooled! I checked the Computer specifications and realized he had
purchased the very best, capable of doing extensive photography work. What
he did not have yet was powerful photo imaging software.

When the tape clicked, started to rewind, he clicked off the TV, walked
over and watched the computer screen over my shoulder. "I'll set up your
email if you want Sir. Did they give you a disk or a sheet of instructions
where you signed up for Internet services? He produced the disk and the
instructions. I had noticed he had DS, which was lightening fast compared
to my 56baud modem. After I got his email all set up and he entered his
secret password I sent a couple of emails to myself, then went back in and
retrieved them using my ID and password to test that it worked. I showed
him how to do it all, at least the basics. He sat in the chair and he
pecked out a message on the keyboard to a friend across the bay. He asked
me if I would mind trying to set up the scanner and his digital camera,
pointed to the boxes and I jumped at the chance to do it. I had wanted a
digital camera for some time now. Here was the opportunity to play with
one. We read the instruction on the scanner and had it working in no
time. The digital camera was a bit more challenging. We finally figured it
all out, got it hooked up and loaded the software that came with the
camera. I took a couple of shots of him posing, flexing his muscles and
acting silly. He took a couple of me. When the pictures of him appeared on
the computer monitor, I maximized them, hit print and we had everything
working. I said, "All you need now is some photo quality paper, some Adobe
photo imaging software and you are in business Sir. You can go into the
photography business! What I would do to have a setup like this!"

He grabbed my shoulder, pulled me to him and gave me a big hug. "Hey Joey,
thanks a million for setting this up for me! I owe you big time! You can
come over and use it anytime I home, maybe even give me some more
lessons. Damn you smell good Joey!" He ran his hands through my
ponytail. "You just washed these golden locks and they smell as good as you
look - a genuine blue eyed blond beauty, that's what you are Joey Boy!" He
lowered his head and sniffed my hair; his nose buried right in my hair. He
held me tightly, actually pulled me against him. I thought I felt his dick
pressed against my side, but I was not sure until he held me out at arm's
length in front of him and said. "You are one beautiful boy Joey, see what
you are doing to me!" He took my hand, placed it over his crotch and
squeezed my fingers around his shaft. He was growing, already semi hard. He
removed his hand to see what I would do. Naturally, I caressed and fondled
it for a minute. It did not take any effort to center his dick and let it
poke up out of his open trousers. He went weak in the knees for just a
second, then caught his balance. He looked down into my eyes and said, "I
want you Joey, I want you a lot. You ever fooled around with a man?"

All I had to say was, "YES SIR, AT YOUR SERVICE OFFICER GALLAGHER SIR," and
put my nose to him and inhaled. He had not showered after he came off duty
and he smelled just as I had guessed he would - wonderfully masculine. His
whole personality seemed to change. He went from laid back to aggressive
and dominant as he ran his hands over my clothing copping feels here and
there as I continued to squeeze and massage his poker. His tool was not
long, about 8inches, but the girth on that baby astounded me. It seemed to
keep expanding even wider as I worked it in my palm.

"Off with the clothing Joey, let me see some skin!" He assisted me, had me
nude, standing before him so he could rub and fondle me, inspect my fair
skin and pubs. When he rubbed his fingers over my rosebud, he realized I
was wearing a butt plug. "Someone has already claimed you haven't they
Joey?" All I could say was, "YES SIR, he has me in training, but he doesn't
own me yet SIR. SIR, I want you too Sir!" He looked me over very closely
and said, "He's already removed all your body hair, except for this little
patch here above your groin. He must be military or a leather man, into
some kinky stuff most likely. You like the rough and kinky stuff Joey?" I
answered, "Not sure yet Sir! All I have really done so far is oral and anal
sex, spankings, suspension, drank reclaimed beer, enemas, golden showers,
and had a taste of the Cat-o- nine-tails Sir! I did not like the Cat at
all! My favorites are strong man scents, hairy men, and oral and anal
sex. I am getting use to the butt plug, but it keeps me horny most of the
time Sir. Are you kinky too Sir?"

"Well! Is this my lucky day finding you at 5am in the morning walking the
streets of San Francisco in the early morning fog, living right across the
street just minutes away! I'll show you what I like today Joey and you can
decide for yourself if you like what I do with young boys." I asked, "Sir,
would you dress all up in your uniform again and let me see you, let me
undress you before we have sex?"

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