after dad and I returned to the ranch, I finished my homework and
helped dad in the kitchen prepare our evening meal. When it was
just him and I in the kitchen, we worked together as a team. We
were efficient and could put a healthy meal on the table in under an
hour. Dad was humming to himself, and I was in a pretty good mood
considering I felt like I just set my brother adrift in uncertain
waters. I knew without asking why my old man was in good
spirits. I’d spent a week dividing my attentions between him and
my brothers. He had his boy all to himself this evening.
We talked about
a lot of things at dinner, but I tried to stay away from talking about
Operation Sideshow Bob. I think he needed to give it a rest for a
while, too. It was just us, together again. I think it was
at that time I began to realize how our roles were gradually
changing. I leaned on and depended on him to be there for me all
these years; especially, the last two years since mom died.
However, that began a period of leaning on each other for mutual
support that helped me and taught me to accept the responsibility for
the needs and feelings of another human being besides myself.
My dad was still
the strong, stalwart, hero he always was to me; but now, he was
depending on me just a little more than he had. He wasn’t about
to put more on my shoulders than he thought I could handle, but he was
allowing himself to enjoy the rewards and reap the harvest of love he
so unselfishly gave to me over the years. He could feel my
genuine concern for him without a word being said between us. It
was all in the way we related to each other. I tried to treat him
with the utmost respect he so richly deserved and he, in turn,
sometimes overwhelmed me with his unconditional love. That didn’t
mean there wasn’t a great deal of fun pass between us from time to time.
“You finish your
lessons?” He asked.
I had a shit load of Algebra problems to do, read three chapters of
history and made notes. I had some other stuff to do that didn’t
take as long.”
“What da’ ya’
wanna’ do for the rest of the evening? Watch a little TV?”
Ain’t much in the mood for television or watching a flick.”
Dad kept eating
his dessert I fixed for us. I was good at whipping up instant
pudding and putting some cool whip on top. He knew I was looking
at him, but he wouldn’t look up. I could tell he was waiting for
me to respond. I knew he wouldn’t push the subject further. I
knew him so well, I could tell what he was thinking.
“Thought I might
like to curl up next to a big cowboy I love for a little while and
whisper some outrageous things while I steal a couple of kisses from
him; see if anything pops up between us we might talk about.”
He never looked
up from eating his dessert, but I could see a big grin cross his face.
“Think you know
me pretty damn well, don’cha,’ honcho? He said, still not looking
“God, I’m a’
hope’n so!” I said like I was hurting. He finally threw
back his head and laughed. He looked at me and winked.
“I missed my
boy.” He said softly looking back down at his dessert.
“Your boy missed
his dad, Sir. In fact, I’m gonna’ steal them damn legs a’ yours
so ya’ can’t get away from me tonight.” I grinned at him.
some pretty serious shit, steal’n your old man’s legs.”
“Yes, Sir, I
realize that, Sir, and I do so apologize; however, when ya’ got the
honggries for some prime cowboy beef, Sir,— a body’ll do most anything
to git his-self a taste.” I explained most humbly.
“You are so full
of shit, boy,— you know that?”
you’re all the time tell’n me, the fruit don’t fall too far from the
tree.” I laughed at him.
“Oh, fuck! How
can I help but love you, boy? C’mon, honcho, let’s us git this
kitchen cleaned up and git our butts to the shower.”
Sir?” I asked pleadingly.
“Son, I been on
my pony all damn day in the hot sun. You know how warm it was today.”
Sir,— I certainly do.”
My old man
roared with laughter.
“You’re so damn
much like my little brother Seth. He would actually break down
and cry when he found out I cleaned up after a hard day in the saddle
without letting him have some of me first.” Dad shook his head
and laughed. “So be it, boy,— yore’ old man wants to make ya’
I assured him
that would make me very happy, and in turn, I would try to make him
just as happy. We lay together and made love for a while before I
took my cowboy dad. He was just the right degree of ripe.
All his pheromones were surrounding me and made me go crazy while I was
pleasuring him. I hadn’t been intimate with him like this for
over a week other than a morning eyeopener as he called them. As
soon as he shot into my mouth, my own body acted like I had no control
over it, and I shot all over the bed. Fortunately, it was time
for us to change the sheets anyway. We lay there together in the
afterglow talking quietly.
“When are ya’
gonna’ lemme’ have a taste of yore’ cowboy dick?” Dad asked.
“It’s yours any
time you want it. I been keep’n it warm fer ya’; however, if’n I
remember correctly,— the last time you tried you damn near choked to
death. Thought I was gonna’ have to call the damn
right. It’s pretty fuck’n intimidating when your sixteen year old
boy has a bigger dick than you do.” Dad bemoaned.
“I guess old
granddad done stuck it to ya’ again, didn’t he?” I roared with
laughter and dad pinched me a good one.
“Ouch! That hurt! Wait a minute,— look at me? Do I look
frustrated to you? Here I am laying in a puddle of my own spunk after
suck’n you off. I ain’t complaining none. What’s a son for
if’n he can’t take care of his old man ever’ now and then?” I
“I jes’ don’t
want our relationship to be one sided.”
“Ah, what the
Hell you talk’n about, old man? It ain’t one sided! Jes’
can’t git chore’ mouth around my dick don’t mean we’re one sided.
You jacked me off lots of times. Besides, I like taking care of
my old man. Must be all right with my little buddy down south
if’n he gits so excited he throws up while I’m do’n it.”
Dad thought that
was irreverent and funny.
“You’d make an
excuse to the Devil for me if’n he caught me with a pound of Hell in my
maybe, old man,— one pound, you’re on your own!” I laughed at
him. Damned if he didn’t pinch me again.
I got him into
his wheelchair, we changed the sheets on the bed, and I took him in for
our shower. I don’t think he let me go even once during the
night. I laughed to myself before falling asleep. I probably felt
safer and more secure, and certainly more loved, than ninety-nine
percent of the kids in the
world,— sleeping in the arms of a man with no legs.
* * * * * * *
waiting for us out by the black top when dad and I drove by the Dunbar
place. Dad called and told Sadie we’d pick Dwayne up. She thanked
him and hurried Dwayne out to the road. We stopped, and he got in
the back. I was sitting up front with dad. I could see the
fear and dread in my brother’s face.
I asked him.
I’ll just be glad when it’s over. I don’t know what he told my
mom, but I’m being punished this weekend and have to stay home with
him. Mom’s leaving around noon on Friday to go back to her
sister’s so I’m sure he won’t waste any time getting me strung up in
Son, you won’t be alone this time.” Dad tried to reassure
“I know, Mr.
Longhorn. That’s the only thing that keeps me feeling strong
enough to get through it. Mom questioned me for sometime last
night. She knows something’s wrong, but I didn’t tell her a lot.
She’s got so damn much on her mind, I think she’s just given in to
him. She told me I had to do whatever he said all weekend, she
was leaving me in his care.”
pulls his usual shit with you, you won’t have to put up with him more
than Friday night, then you can stay the rest of the time with us.” Dad
that, Mr. Longhorn.”
* * * * * * *
Dad dropped us
off and Mr. Wiggins pulled up right behind us. He waved to my
dad, put his truck in park, set the brake, got out and walked to my
dad’s window to talk to him for a minute. Sidney got out of the
other side and walked over to us.
Sidney last night and said everything was on for this weekend.
Sid wanted me to ask if we could meet at your place Friday afternoon
and sort of use it as a base of operations headquarters?”
that’ll be fine. I’d enjoy having you men over aside from the
fact it won’t be for a pleasurable visit.”
I’ll tell Sid when I get back. I’m sure he’ll give you a call
Look forward to hearing from you guys.” Dad waved and drove
away. Mr. Wiggins waved to us, got back in his truck and left.
* * * * * * *
The days were
getting warmer and it was another beautiful day at school. The
three of us took our trays outside. Gary Peacock had his usual
brown bag and looked at us. I motioned for him to join us. He
came over and greeted us all and sat down. He seemed in good
spirits. He cleaned himself up, got a haircut and was wearing
some new clothes. He looked like a different boy; he looked damn
today, Gary,--- some new clothes and ya' gotcha' ears lowered.”
Agreed Sidney and I. Gary smiled.
me some new threads. I’m working for old man Reason at his gas
station after school and weekends. It ain’t much, but it’s
better’n nothing. I saved up and bought me a couple of
things. I feel better about myself.”
“And, well you
should, Gary. I envy you making a little extra money. Hell
Dwayne and I work our butts off for our dads but we don’t get paid
nothing. Well, we get a small allowance.” I told him.
being equal,— ” Gary said unfolding his sandwich, “I’d rather live on a
ranch like you guys than in a trailer park.”
“Sidney told me
something about that the other night; about all things being equal in
some way or another. I think I can understand that.” I
smiled and winked at Sidney. He smiled real big because I
remembered his words.
“By the way,
Casey, I appreciated your note, bro. It took a big man to write
them words, and I ain’t jes’ referring to your dick, neither.”
Gary winked at me and laughed. We all laughed with him.
“Ah, Hell, it’s
in the past, bro. Forget it,--- we have.” I told him and
Sidney and Dwayne agreed with me.
lunch and excused ourselves. Gary was through with his food
anyway and hailed one of his buddies to talk with. Dwayne and Sidney
once again followed me to the field house so I could shave. We
talked on the way but Sidney and I got the idea Dwayne didn’t want to
talk about tomorrow. So, we talked about everything else.
With Sidney around there was no dearth of subjects to talk about.
We couldn’t talk about anything Sidney didn’t know something about and
generally knew a lot about. Dwayne and I could never figure out how a
mind in such a small body could store as much information as Sidney
seemed to have. I
would look at Dwayne sometimes while we were listening to Sidney and
roll my eyes. We would break up over the fund of information he
would be imparting to us. Poor Sidney would look at us in
frustration and then grin real big knowing we had no idea what he was
* * * * * * *
arrived and dad and Mr. Wiggins picked the three of us up from
school. Most of the details for that evening were worked out over
the phone between Sidney’s dad and my dad. Dad heard from Frank
and Curley that the Colonel gave them the weekend off starting Friday
afternoon and they didn’t have to be back until Sunday evening
late. They were planning on driving directly to our ranch to be
in on the ground floor of Operation Sideshow Bob. Curley was as
big a Simpson’s fan as we were and patiently explained to Frank and our
dads who Sideshow Bob was. (the voice of the very talented Kelsey
Grammer) He was a self-important, pathetic villain, Robert
Underdunk Terwilliger, who was all the time trying to kill Bart
Simpson. He had ‘Die, Bart, Die!’ tattooed across his chest but claimed
it was a German rapid transit advertisement. Curley told them we
couldn’t have picked a better name for our caper; however, he told us
later he wasn’t real sure they appreciated the droll humor of it like
Frank and Curley
were getting ready to leave when we got there. They never locked
their bunkhouse and told us to make ourselves ‘to home.’ Mr.
Wiggins, Sidney and I made our way to the bunkhouse as dad drove down
the gravel road to the black top followed closely by Frank and Curley
in their truck. We didn’t worry about the Colonel finding out we
were in the bunkhouse. Frank and Curley draped the windows with
heavy drapes so no sunlight could get in. They sometimes liked to
bunk it in when they weren’t working the ranch and they liked it
dark. Besides, it provided them with a lot of privacy in case
they wanted to wander around in the nude.
We weren’t going
to turn on any lights. Frank and Curley left small night lights
on all the time anyway, and there was plenty of ambient light to see
by. Sidney got set up with his plug-in DC adaptor for his lap
top. He wasn’t going to take a chance on his batteries going dead
right at a crucial point in his recording. We knew we’d probably
be stuck there most of the evening; however, Sidney and I had our cell
phones to keep in touch with our base central at our ranch.
Dwayne had his cell phone if something was going wrong or the Colonel
changed his plans for the evening. We could make our way out the
back to the access road and have dad pick us up.
everything on to check the system and everything was working
perfectly. Mr. Wiggins just shook his head in amazement at
Sidney’s genius at working everything like a professional. Sidney
was like a virtuoso with the controls. I was surprised, Sidney
wanted to leave everything turned on in case anything happened
early. Besides, he explained, there was less chance in something
going wrong if the system was warmed up beforehand. Made sense
to me, but I’m not sure why. Mr. Wiggins would walk to the window
once in a while to see if the Colonel had come home yet.
After a while
Sidney and I looked up when we heard Mr. Wiggins exclaim,
shit! He’s brought a giant, black man home with him! He’s
obviously one of his recruits.”
Sidney and I ran
to the other window to peak out. The big man was dressed in
Marine fatigue pants, an olive-drab t-shirt, a green Marine Corp
fatigue cap, and boots. Mr. Wiggins was right, he was huge.
He towered over the Colonel a good foot and a half. Sidney and I
could see his massive development and huge arms. He looked like a damn
“Well, I don’t
think there’s any doubt what the Colonel plans to do with the recruit
he brought home with him.” Mr. Wiggins stated flatly.
Sidney and I
just shook our heads in agreement. We could hear the Colonel
barking orders to the huge recruit. He dutifully followed the
Colonel into the house. I turned to Mr. Wiggins.
Wiggins, I think you should call base central and report this to our
dads. They gave us specific instructions to notify them if
anything out of the ordinary happens. Mr. Wiggins agreed, took my
cell phone and I showed him the button to punch to automatically dial
the number to the ranch.
* * * * * * *
“Have a seat at
the table, recruit. I’ll git chu’ a beer.”
Sir,— thank you, Sir.” The big black recruit answered crisply as
he pulled out a chair and sat down.
The Colonel got
two beers from the fridge, set one in front of the recruit and popped
his open to take a big pull from the can. He motioned for the
recruit to start drinking his beer. He popped the top, took a
drink, set his beer down on the table, and sat up, squarely in his
chair; like he was sitting at attention. The Colonel didn’t sit
down. He sat his beer on the table, then began walking back and
forth in front of the recruit with his hands clasp behind his back.
“You’re a little
older than the usual recruit, aren’t chu,’ Son.” The Colonel
asked the huge black man.
Sir! I’m twenty-two, Sir. I had me a good job, was doing
all right for myself. Worked out at a gym near where I lived
four, sometimes five nights a week. Kept my big, black, nose
clean, Sir. I took a ride in a friend’s new car. We were
pulled over by the cops and come to find out the car wasn’t his.
He stole it, Sir. Even though he told the judge I was innocent
and had no knowledge of his crime, I still got sentenced as an
accessory. The judge was gonna’ gimme’ two to five but told me
if I joined the Marines and did a tour of duty he’d drop all the
joined, Son?” asked the Colonel.
Sir! I’d rather be in the Corps than in a prison, Sir.”
“You were told
you were to come with me this weekend for a special work detail on my
ranch,--- right, recruit?”
Sir!” He replied crisply.
“As I understand
it, you volunteered for this special assignment knowing you would be
working for me all weekend,--- right, recruit?”
true, it is a work detail, but we’re gonna’ have a little fun, too. I’m
sure that’s all right with you,--- right, recruit?”
Sir!” He answered.
Sgt. O’Malley cleaned you out for the Colonel’s use several times?”
“You enjoyed the
Colonel using your fine black ass, didn’t you, recruit?
“Ever’ time the
Colonel fucked you, you begged him for more, didn’t you, recruit?”
“And, why did
you beg the Colonel for more, recruit?”
Because you fucked my black, Marine ass good, Sir!”
“Felt good with
the Colonel’s big dick way up your butt fuck’n you like the fine Marine
you are, didn’t it, recruit?”
Sir! It felt really good, Sir!”
“And, why did
the Colonel fuck your fine black ass, recruit?”
the Corps, Sir!”
recruit! That’s exactly right! And, I have to say, of all
the jarhead butt I’ve fucked over the years, yours has got to be the
Thank you, Sir!
recruit. You’re a credit to the Corps. I don’t know what it is about
your fine ass, recruit; however, when I get my dick inside you, you
just seem to know how to use your love muscle to clamp down on my old
dick, hang on, and don’t let go until you git chur’ man
off. There’s a lot of dedication in that fine ass of yours.
You’re the only recruit I’ve ever honored with the Colonel’s dick more
than once, and I’ve fucked you,— humm,— let’s see,— how many times,
Eight times, Sir! And, I enjoyed ever’ one, Sir! Thank you, Sir!”
volunteered for each fuck’n, right, recruit?”
about having you assigned to my private staff after you finish boot
camp. I’m not happy with the grunt I have on my staff right now.
You would be responsible for taking care of the Colonel anytime he
needs a fine piece of jarhead butt.”
Sir! I’d like that, Sir!”
“I’m sure you
would, recruit; however, it would require you to keep yourself clean at
all times. When the Colonel snaps his fingers and points to his
desk, you have ta’ drop your pants, lean over his desk, reach back with
your hands, spread your fine, black ass, and offer it up to the Colonel
or any of his fellow officers he might choose to let fuck you.”
last time I fucked you real good and I let Major Garrison and Major
fuck you, too?”
Sir! They fucked me good, Sir, but not nearly as good as you fuck
“Well, of course
they didn’t, Son. The Colonel knows how to fuck a Marine recruit
better’n anybody. I have years of fuck’n tight-assed recruits
under my belt. You’re look’n at the best jarhead ass fucker
in the Corps, recruit!”
Sir! I agree, Sir! Mean’n no disrespect, Sir, but the
Majors couldn’t hold a candle to your fuck’n, Sir. You know how
to fuck a recruit right, Sir! After you fuck me, Sir, I stay
fucked for three,— maybe four days afterward, Sir!”
“Glad to hear
that, recruit! Did ju’ volunteer for this assignment hoping the
Colonel might fuck that fine, black, Marine ass of yours again, Son!”
Sir! I was hoping you might, Sir!”
“I don’t wanna’
disappoint you, recruit, but I didn’t bring you out here to enjoy your
find ass this weekend; although, if you feel you just have to have some
of the Colonel’s find, big dick up yore’ butt, if you ask him nicely,
he just might accommodate you.”
Thank you, Sir! I’d appreciate that, Sir!”
“I brought you
out here to help me break in my boy to the spirit of the Corps.
He’s wild, irresponsible, uncontrollable, his momma’s spoiled him
rotten, and he won’t listen to or mind his parents. He’s in great
need of some discipline. I plan to see he gets broken this
weekend so I can rebuild him to become a man, a Marine!
gonna’ help me! Understand, recruit?”
recruit. You’re a good Marine!”
Thank you, Sir!”
“You sit here
for a few minutes, enjoy your beer, and I’ll get him.”
Sir! Thank you, Sir!”
* * * * * * *
didn’t try to lower his voice or hide his talk with the big, black
recruit. Hell, it was his home, it was his domain. Let the
little piss-ant hear how he deals with his recruits. Maybe it
would sink into his queer step-son’s head he was a man of no
nonsense. Maybe the Colonel would get his message across he would
break Dwayne. Resistance was futile. Dwayne was sitting at his desk
trying to read a chapter in his history book without much
success. He heard every word that passed between the Colonel and
the recruit. He was so embarrassed, he couldn’t control his
dick. It was roaring hard. He felt so helpless and annoyed
at his lack of self-control. Just the sound of the Colonel’s
voice talking to the recruit was enough to get him aroused.
He heard the Colonel’s big boots stomping down the hall towards his
room. Dwayne was sure the Colonel was stomping just a little louder to
intimidate him. It worked, Dwayne was intimidated. If
nothing else, he had a healthy respect for the Colonel. He always
wondered just where the breaking point in the Colonel’s controlling
personality was? How far would it take to push him over the
edge? There was no knock on Dwayne’s bedroom door. The
Colonel burst into the room and saw his step-son at his desk doing
homework. Dwayne could tell the Colonel was not in the mood for
exchanging pleasantries. He could see the sociopathic fire in his
“You’re ass is
mine, this weekend, boy! I’ve brought you a present,
faggot! I brought you a big, fine, black Marine with a dick to
fill your homo tank, but good! Git chur’ clothes off and report
to the kitchen, muy pronto! Don’t make me have ta’ come back in
here and git chu,’ ‘cause you won’t like it if I do!”
Sir.” Dwayne answered in a normal voice.
“I DIDN’T HEAR
YOU, BOY!” The Colonel barked at Dwayne.
SIR!” Dwayne jumped up from his desk and started removing his
like it, queer boy! I want chu’ in the kitchen standing at parade rest
in five minutes! Got that, boy!”
SIR!” Dwayne shouted.
like crazy to think of something to make his dick lose it’s erection,
but try as he might, the most he could get it to do was become
semi-flaccid. In less than five minutes Dwayne appeared buck-ass
naked in the kitchen. He positioned himself in front of the table
and hit parade rest. The recruit stood up as a common courtesy
when anyone came into the room he was unfamiliar with. It was
drilled into him in the Marine Corps. The Marines may build men,
but they also teach them a few manners along the way.
Dwayne, stood the largest man of any color he ever saw in his life. The
man was a giant. He was huge and massively developed. On top of that,
he just happened to be one of the finest looking black men Dwayne had
ever seen, but somehow, he was different. He was so black his
skin had a blue-black sheen to it that made his skin appear to be made
of obsidian rather than human skin. He was completely bald or he
shaved his head every day. Dwayne decided he must be bald.
His head was perfect in every detail and seemed to be flawless.
There were no noticeable shave scraps or razor burns. His head
the same sheen as the rest of his perfect body. He appeared to Dwayne
like a black God.
He had to be the
most physically attractive, adult male Dwayne had ever seen. He
would’ve fallen at the man’s feet and begged to make love to him.
Dwayne’s dick immediately raised like a flag on a pole until it was so
hard it was slapping against his belly. It wasn’t missed by the
recruit. Dwayne's dick while smaller than Casey's was larger than the
Colonel's. Dwayne wondered sometimes if the Colonel was doing
this to him because he was jealouse of the size of his dick. Dwayne was
considerably more man in that department than the Colonel. The giant's
eyes met Dwayne’s, he smiled warmly, and grinned
when he looked down at Dwayne’s hard dick. Dwayne could tell he
was impressed with his size. Dwayne looked at the
huge man’s crotch and saw his enormous cock was rapidly filling with
blood. The recruit saw him look at his crotch and moved ever so
slightly so Dwayne could get a better view of him. It was like the rest
of the man,— enormous.
“As you can see,
Mr. Bradley, my boy is a raging homosexual. You can see how glad
he is to meet chu’”
Sir! Mean’n no disrespect to you, Sir, but my ole dick is happy
to meet chur’ boy, too, Sir.”
Good, recruit Bradley! You two will get along fine! Now,
Mr. Bradley, this is my boy. You don’t need to know his
name. You will refer to him as ‘faggot,’ ‘queer,’ ‘homo,’ or
‘boy.’ Got that, recruit?”
“As for you,
faggot,— this man is Mr. Lamar Bradley. You will call him ‘Mr.
Bradley,’ or ‘Sir.’ Call him by anything else and you will regret
it! Do I make myself clear, boy?”
Sir.” Dwayne answered.
“I DIDN’T HEAR
Glad we understand each other, boy!”
it’s just us men here all weekend. Take off your fatigue
pants. I want my homo son to see what a real man looks like.”
Sir!” The big man responded and quickly began to remove his pants.
When Dwayne saw
the giant black man's male member drop from his fatigue pants he almost
fainted. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. No man has
a dick that big. It had to be fourteen inches long and a good two
and a half inches in diameter. It had the same beautiful
blue-black sheen as the rest of him; except, Dwayne noticed the head
surrounded by his full foreskin was a light, dark reddish-pink
color. Every muscle of the big man's body was developed to almost
maximum proportions. He looked like he was as strong as a bull
ox. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. He, too, was
semi-flaccid. Dwayne thought if the Colonel brought him this
present to intimidate him he was sadly mistaken. Dwayne wondered
if it would inappropriate to fall to the Colonel's feet and kiss his
boots in gratitude for his gift.
you will take my queer boy here to the upstairs bathroom. There you
will find the tub which has been covered with a three-quarter
piece of plywood. There’s also a shower stall up there but no one
uses the tub so I covered it for my wife to put plants on. The
plants have been temporarily removed. Take my faggot son up
there and you will find equipment to clean him out like Sgt. O’Malley
used to clean you out. There’s an exhaust fan in there that works
real good. Turn it on and git out while he relieves himself. Fill
him up three times and make damn sure he takes a full bag each
time. If he don’t, fill it up again, start over until he does
take a complete bag and holds it for several minutes, at least five,
until you give him permission to let
it go. Do just like the Sergeant does with you; massage and kneed
his belly to make sure the soapy water gits way up in there to clean
him out good. You don’t want the Colonel to git any faggot shit
fine dick, do you, recruit?”
right! I’ll go up there with you to show you how I want the
solution prepared. I’m also gonna’ turn on a video camera and
film it to my VCR in my computer room. Pay no attention to it.”
The Colonel lead
Dwayne and the black recruit to the upstairs bathroom and showed Mr.
Bradley were everything was. He prepared the first bag of enema
solution with warm water and a squirt of liquid Ivory soap. He
shook it up, and it was ready to go. Lastly, he reached over and
flipped the switch for his video camera.
* * * * * * *
Hold on, here! Hello!” Exclaimed Sidney as a fourth screen
popped up on his lap top.
He figured out
pretty damn quick the Colonel had his own camera set up in the house,
and the signal was either being sent to a VCR or his computer.
Sidney bet on a VCR. He figured correctly the Colonel wasn’t
technically sharp enough to know how to multiplex to a computer let
alone burn a DVD. He could clearly see his brother buck ass naked
with the huge Marine working with him.
“Sidney, can he
pick up your signals from the barn?” I asked him.
Casey, but I all ready thought of that possibility. First of all
he’d have to have the same multiplex decoder software I’m using to
decode the other three signals. There’s no way he could have it because
I’m the only person who has a copy. You see,— I wrote the
program. Secondly, he’d have to use the same operating system I’m
using and there’s a one percent chance he’s intelligent enough to use
Linux. In his case, probably a lot lower. Even if he was
using Linux he’d still need the decoding software. I can pick his
signal up because it’s the standard broadcasting signal for most remote
video cameras. Ours are set at three different bandwidths which
he’d have to know to pick them up. Even if, by some outrageously
slim chance, the signals were to cross, it would end up snow or at best
“Can you record
what’s going on in there?” I asked amazed at his genius.
recorded even as we speak, brother.” Sidney grinned at me.
looked at me, grinned, rolled his eyes, and shook his head. He
began looking at what was going on. Then the big, black man turned
toward the camera for only a minute, but it was long enough to get a
good shot of his dick.
crap!” Said Mr. Wiggins. “He ain’t no man, he’s a fuck’n
horse. Now I know how the Centaur legends got started.”
and agreed the idea had merit.
“You know the
Colonel’s gonna’ have him fuck Dwayne, for sure!” Mr. Wiggins stated.
I said under my breath, but loud enough my little brother heard it.
Case, you are sooo bad! You’re far worse than your old
man!” He couldn’t help but laugh. They both knew I was joking;
however, Mr. Wiggins started looking at me in a new way and grinned
real big. We watched the black man order Dwayne up on the covered
bathtub on his hands and knees. We watched as the recruit stuck
the nozzle into our brother’s ass, hung the huge bag of liquid on a
nail the Colonel instructed him to use. He didn't released the
pinch clamp for the liquid to flow into Dwayne right away. He sat
on the toilet for a minute to talk with Dwayne.
gonna’ do to Dwayne, Casey?” Mr. Wiggins asked me.
give him an enema to clean him out so's the Colonel won’t get his dick
dirty when he fucks him.”
couldn’t believe the big man was going to give Dwayne an enema.
sense in a way, if you're gonna' have anal sex and it probably would be
healthier for Dwayne not having anything up there; however, I can’t
watch. I had a nurse try’n give me an enema in a hospital onetime
when I was a kid. I ran out of the hospital buck ass naked jes'
a’ leaving a trail of dirty water and shit behind me and hid for two
days until my granddad found me. I wouldn’t go back to that
hospital. Hospitals and nurses still made me nervous today.”
moved back over to his window to keep watch.
* * * * * * *
“Son, you know
I’m gonna’ have to clean you out. I’ve had this done to me several
times when the Colonel was gonna’ use my black ass to fuck. If
you work with me, I’ll try to make it as quick and painless for you as
possible. If it starts getting too much for you, let me know and
I can take care of it, but you have to take a full bag three times in a
row. By the way, he ain’t chur’ real dad, is he, Son?”
He’s my step-dad.”
“I figured as
much. Okay, I’m gonna’ release the clamp now, boy. You hold on as
long as you can. If you got a lot a’ shit in you, you won’t be
able to take a full bag the first time.”
Dwayne heard the
‘snap’ of the clamp being released and felt the warm liquid flowing
into his bowels. The big black man rested one knee on the
platform Dwayne was on, reached around and under Dwayne and began to
slowly, but deeply massage his stomach with both his huge hands.
Dwayne could smell the clean, powerful body odors emanating from the
man. Who ever said black men stink was a damnable liar. This man
smelled wonderful. This had to be the most sensual thing he’d ever
experienced. He thought he might come. The big man read his
Son, if you have to come, let it fly. I shot my load a couple of
times when Sgt. O’Malley was massaging my black belly. If you
come, I’ll clean it up real fast so’s your step-dad won’t know.
As you get more in you, it’ll pass,— I promise. Talk to me, Son,
it’ll help take your mind off the cramps.”
Mr. Bradley was
pretty sure the Colonel wasn’t sitting around watching the taping of
him giving his step-son and enema. He heard the Colonel go
downstairs and knew he was in the kitchen; probably getting himself
another beer. Dwayne was quickly filling up. He began to feel
cramps in his stomach, but the giant man knew what he was feeling and
worked his cramps away.
talk to me.”
“Do you like him
fuck’n you, Sir?” Dwayne asked.
“I hated it the
first time. I didn’t know what to expect. I was scared shitless.
Sgt. O’Malley cleaned me out so good I didn’t have any shit in me to
scare out.” He chuckled, “I never had sex with a man. Even if I wanted
to, I would a’ been the one what done the fuck'n. All the other
recruits told me not
to volunteer for a special assignment with the Colonel, or I’d get my
fucked. I didn’t believe them. I thought since I had to be
in the Marines or be in prison, I’d try to make the best showing I
could, so I volunteered. After the first time, I saw it wasn’t so
bad, and I could probably get used to it. He’s think’n about
getting me assigned to his staff. Get’n fucked by the Colonel's a
Hell of a lot better than dodging bullets in the Middle East.
The first time
the Colonel fucked me, he was rough and brutal, but after a while it
began to feel pretty damn good. I found my body doing things, I’d
beat some man to a pulp if he ever suggested I might do them one
I began fucking him back as hard or harder than he was fuck’n me.
I worked my old asshole so it would be as tight for him as I could make
it. It worked, too. I got him off in no time. Only thing
was, I didn’t have him give’n me that wonderful feeling no more.
I made a fool of myself. I cried and beg him to put his big dick
back in my black hole and fuck me again. He never would fuck me
the second time. He let two of his fellow officers fuck me after
him the last time he fucked me, but they weren’t near as good a fuck as
“Oh, God, Sir, I
can’t take no more! Please, Sir. Let me get to the toilet.”
“Try’n take a
little more, Son. You almost got a full bag in you. If you
don’t take it all, we have to start all over again until you do it
three times. When you
get all the shit out of you, it’ll be easier to take a full bag.”
“I can’t, Sir.
God, I’m so full!”
see Dwayne was having severe trouble holding it. The boy was
leaking a little down his leg. Bradley reached up and snapped off
the clamp. The flow stopped and Dwayne stayed there for a few
minutes on his hands and knees.
“You got so
little left to go, boy. Lemme’ kneed your gut a little more and
maybe, together, we can get the rest in.”
Sir! I have to go,— NOW!”
pulled the plug from Dwayne's ass and motioned for him to move to the
toilet. He exited the room as the bottom dropped out of the boy’s
butt. Dwayne felt like his guts were falling out his
asshole. He’d never had an enema before, and while he had to
admit, part of it was sensual, it was humiliating, extremely
uncomfortable, and anxiety ridden. It was such a relief to have
the pressure gone from his gut. He took a can of aerosol
deodorant and sprayed it around to mask the bad smells. The
little exhaust fan was humming quietly taking most of the foul odors
and out the window.
He looked up to
see recruit Bradley with his big arms folded looking down on him from
the hallway like a benevolent genie. As wasted as Dwayne was from
the experience he couldn’t help but get an erection every time he
looked upon the giant’s body and huge penis. Dwayne could only
step-dad would order the man to fuck him. Could his body
accommodate a man as big as recruit Bradley? He didn’t know, but
if given the chance he would try. If it killed him he'd die with a
smile on his face. He had to make it look really
good, like he was afraid of Bradley's size so the Colonel would
perversely make sure the big man fucked him. It almost made
Dwayne want to call a halt to Operation Sideshow Bob, but something
deep in his gut wouldn’t let him. He knew in his heart the
Colonel’s long range plans ultimately would destroy him and his
mother. As angry or disappointed with his mother as he might be,
she was still his mother. She deserved his love and protection.
He just didn’t have to give her all of himself.
himself and got back onto the platform for another bagful of enema
solution. Recruit Bradley came in, took the bag, squirted in a
bit of liquid Ivory and filled it the rest of the way with warm
water. He shook it to make sure it was thoroughly mixed and hung
it back on the nail.
“This time it’ll
be a little easier for you, boy, trust me.”
help but like the big man. He was trying to make it as easy for
him as he could. He really wanted Dwayne to succeed even if it
was something his perverted step-dad wanted. Bradley gently
inserted the nozzle back into Dwayne’s asshole and sat down on the
“Yes, Sir, Mr.
forward, ‘clicked’ open the pinch valve, and once again the enema
solution he prepared began to flow into Dwayne’s gut.
“Talk to me this
time, boy. Sgt. O’Malley taught me to do that, and it works
to get your mind off the discomfort. How old are you, Son?”
he said quietly, “I thought you was much older than that. You’re
so big for your age. I thought you were all ready out of school
and maybe hanging around home. I thought that’s why he wanted to
do all this. He just wanted to get you out of the house; maybe,
out on your own. That ain’t it at all, is it, Son?”
“No, Sir. I’m
just a sophomore in high school. I’ve got two more years to go. I
can’t tell you why he’s doing this, Sir. The less you know, the
better it is for you. Trust me, Sir.”
* * * * * * *
bunkhouse, Casey and Sidney continued to watch the spectacle of their
beautiful, beloved brother take bag after bag of enema solution.
They could sometime make out a bit of the men’s conversation; however,
Sidney speculated the Colonel had the volume control on the camera
turned way down. Somehow, Sidney got the idea the Colonel didn’t
care about the sound. Why wouldn’t he be interested in the sound?
Perhaps he just wanted the picture. Why only the picture?
‘Humm’ what’s wrong with this picture.’ he mused to himself.
Sidney experienced an epiphany that made it all come together.
Suddenly, he focused,--- everything came together,— and it all made
sense. There was no doubt in Sidney's mind.
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