Date: Sun, 24 Oct 2010 15:03:25 -0700
From: Rob <haverimseat4you@gmail.com>
Subject: 12 Days with Sgt Tate - Day 5, Afternoon

I sleep quite soundly, until I feel an excruciating sharp pain on my chest.
As I regain consciousness, it is my nipple that is causing me pain.  Sgt
Tate digs his thumbnail into my right nub.

"Ow!"

"So you are awake.  Good!  I didn't want to have to wake you up."

"That hurts." Typical when Sgt Tate wakes me, I don't realize my place.  I
immediately add, "Sir."

"That doesn't hurt." His hand moves over to the other one.  Digging his
thumbnail in at the same time as twisting, the pain is twice as the first
nipple.  "Now that should hurt."

"Yes Sir!" He releases my nipple and lightly taps my cheek.

"Get up bitch.  You have a bunch of cocks that are in need of servicing."

"What time is it Sir?"

"Noon.  Get out of bed; Scotty's making breakfast."

Sgt Tate is wearing a tank top and his form fitting shorts.  He must have
gone for his run.  I follow his meaty muscular ass into the living room
where Officer Blakely is reading the newspaper.  He only wears briefs.

The smell of bacon fills the room.  It has been a few days since I have
been able to eat real home cooked food.

I sit at the table as Sgt Tate sits next to Officer Blakely on the couch.
I forget that I have the plug still in my hole.  Sitting on it makes it go
deeper.

Scotty cooks away in the kitchen.  He is wearing boy's pajamas with little
rocket ships on them.  The unusual part is the bottoms have the ass ripped
out of them, not cut out, but ripped out.  Tattered strings outline his
ass.  He turns around to show the same ripping process exposes his crotch.
Matching tiny holes in the top expose his nipples.  These holes look like
they have been in place for some time.

There is no conversation amongst anyone.  Scotty sets the table.  I whisper
to him, "Is there anything I can do?" He just shakes his head no.  He is
clearly upset.

I look at the two men on the couch.  Sgt Tate flips through the newspaper
while Officer Blakely stares at the same page.  He holds up the newspaper
in a way to block his view of Sgt Tate.

Scotty starts bringing out the food.  A pile of fried potatoes lands
directly in front of me.  Scotty sets it all up.  Easily this could feed a
dozen.

He walks over to Sgt Tate and Blakely.  Looking at his master first he
announces, "Sir, and Sir, your breakfasts are served."

The men get up and join me at the table.  Breakfast is a lot of food, and
Scotty is a great cook.  Yet tension resonates amongst the three of them.

With each bite, I am glad that I am not in the middle of whatever is going
on.  I am the first one to finish.  I sip my freshly squeezed orange juice
quietly.

Sgt Tate belches.  We all look at him.  "Well Blakely, it is time."

Time for what? I don't know.

Scotty slumps in his chair and looks down.

Sgt Tate looks over at me.  "Bitch, take out the plug, clean out your cunt,
and take a shower to clean up.  Shave your face.  If your crotch or cunt
has stubble, might as well shave them smooth." I get up.  He looks at
Blakely, "Matt, do you have a spare razor?"

Officer Blakely calmly responds, "Scotty, make sure the fag has was he
needs."

Sgt Tate squints at Blakely.  "Go." He raises an eyebrow and looks at me.
"Go." Apparently the first Go was for me as well.

I leave them to do whatever they need to do.  Scotty exits the bathroom as
I enter it.  He doesn't even look at me.

The bathroom is quite large.  Pulling out the plug goes a lot easier this
time.  It is covered in my shit.  I rinse it off.

I sit on the toilet, thinking about what could possibly be going on out
there.

After emptying my bowels, I begin my shower.  The water feels good pouring
down my body.  I lather up with the body wash provided me.

I know something is happening, but I am enjoying the luxurious shower.
It's too early in the day to begin to worry about Sgt Tate.  He's going to
do what he's going to do.  He will involve me when he thinks about it.

This is the first time that I feel that I am not the object of his actions
but a tool for them.  I feel a part of him, a useful tool for his pleasure.
Last night abandoning me must have brought him some pleasure.

Today, he doesn't need me, so he sent me away.  I don't even need to know
what's going on, nor do I care.

I just trust him.

Stepping out of the shower, I stand in front of the mirror.  I exhale and
smile.  Shit and shower are done.  The only thing left is the shave.  I
feel my ass, and I do not feel any stubble.  I nonetheless apply the
shaving cream to my crack.  After a few swipes, I am baby smooth.

My pubic region gets the same treatment, followed by my jaw.

I feel the stubble on my head.  This will take some time.  As I put cream
in my palm to begin my head's shaving, Sgt Tate shouts out.  I can't make
it out what he is saying.

Rinsing the foam off my hand, I open the bathroom door.  Silence echoes
through the hall.

"Faggot!"

This time I know what he is shouting, and that is for me.  I race down the
hall to the living room, the empty living room.

"Faggot! Get your ass down here."

They are in the dungeon.

I run down the steps, doing two at a time.

Sgt Tate greets me.  Once again, he is naked.  In fact, both Officer
Blakely and Scotty are also naked.  Scotty kneels in the corner of the room
looking towards the platform where we got fucked last night.

He is noticeably shaken, with eyes that have just stopped crying.  His
glance is locked on Blakely, who is ass-up on the platform.

I thought I would never see Officer Blakely is such a passive and
submissive pose.  Sgt Tate probably wants me to show off my love for ass
eating.

"Bitch! Get over here." Sgt Tate calls me over to Blakely's ass.  He points
to the floor in front of the Officer's hole.  "Kneel."

I obey.  He has a beautiful ass, meaty and beefy.  Its beauty distracts me
from the tension between the three men.

Sgt Tate shoves my face into the crack.  With one word--one command, I
understand everything that just happened here.  "Felch!"

My tongue instinctively goes into the hole looking for the tasty cum.
Within a second, I taste it.

Off to the right, I see Sgt Tate pick Scotty up to a standing position by
his nipple.  He is led out of the dungeon by Sgt Tate's guiding hand to the
back of the neck.

Scotty looks back at Blakely and says, "Daddy, I'm sorry I let you down.
Please forgive me Sir." He is led out of the room.

My attention returns to my tongue and its need to eat more of Sgt Tate's
cum.  With what this man did to me last night, I couldn't think of a better
way to get him back.

He pushes causing his hole to flair out.  I taste more cum mixed in with
his ass taste.  It is delicious.  The inside of his asshole is very soft.

I don't realize how much I got into rimming this ass.  Sgt Tate enters
clothed with his duffle bag in hand.  "Ok fag, pull back." I do.  He swats
Blakely's ass.  "Get up."

As he gets up, I am handed the bag.

"Go put that in the truck.  Get in and wait."

Blakely looks at Tate.

"Your boy is in his room.  He needs to learn not to bite off more than he
can chew." He chuckles.  At the same time I smile over his pun.  "That's
something you should learn.  Don't make promises that your ass can't keep."
Sgt Tate reaches behind Blakely and grabs his cheek.

To Officer Matt Blakely, Sgt Tate says, "Well thanks for putting us up.  I
appreciate everything you offered." We walk to the stairs.  Sgt Tate turns
around.  "Your boy is on the floor next to the toilet.  This time he did
eat a little from me.  Yes your boy did it.  So, in the end, it was a tie,
and you didn't have to pay up this morning."

We leave the dungeon and the house.  I climb in the truck after putting the
bag in back.  I wait a short time.

Sgt Tate climbs in.  He sports a massive grin.

Driving off, he says, "Well that was fun!"

"Sir?"

"Yes boy?"

"What just happened?"

"First, it's none of your goddamned business.  But, because I'm in such a
daisy fucking fresh mood, I'll tell ya.  Blakely got my cock up his ass."

I wait a long pause, "Yes Sir?"

"Oh you want more?  Well Damn boy, you are an inquisitive fuck.  When he
and I were at Randy's, he was bragging about his boy.  I told him that you
were trained better in three days than his boy of three years.  You are a
better cunt." He pauses to realize that he just gave me a compliment.  "Now
don't let that go to your head.  It was just me bragging.  In reality, it
is my training that got you where you are right now."

He manages to turn that into a self-compliment.

"Randy was saying to me that Blakely is a total top.  I reminded Randy that
he said the same thing.  He insisted that Blakely was.  So I made the bet
with Blakely.  Loser bottoms, knowing that he would lose.  When he lost he
tried to squirm out of it.  I told him that my cock is going in him that no
one needs to know about it not even his boy.  He seemed to be ok with
that."

I can see that we are driving in the direction of the rest area.

"This morning I told him that I was going to fuck him.  Scotty was in the
other room.  He overheard and came in the room saying I can't fuck his
Daddy." Sgt Tate pauses like his thought just changed.  "You know, they
really have a fucked up thing going on.  Scotty takes this boy thing a bit
too literally."

I laugh.  Sgt Tate sees me laugh and he mildly laughs too.  "I'm glad that
I'm not the only one who noticed it Sir."

"So I looked at Scotty and told him because he fucked up, his Daddy has to
pay for it.  He didn't eat my shit, and there's a cost.  I then told him
that he had to watch.  Officer Blakely said nothing, which was kinda
interesting.  I could tell that this whole thing was fucking with his head.
I don't think that he wanted Scotty to know.  It fucked with Scotty's head
I know.  They won't be the same after this weekend."

"Sir, how did you know that you would win?"

"Because I knew you would take his fist."

"But I didn't know I could."

"I did.  I know you.  I know what you can take.  I know your limits.  I
know everything about you.  Trust me boy, I don't enter a contest unless I
know the results ahead of time.  Everything I do, I already know the
outcome.  Everything is calculated.  My following you into the trees to
take a piss in front of you was done on purpose.  I knew you wanted me."

"But how do you know?"

"It's my job to know everything.  And it's your job to be the cunt."

"Yes Sir."

A few days ago this would have pissed me off.  But I have seen how
manipulative Sgt Tate is.  I can see how my mom hated him for this.  Her
keen insightful aptitude and resilience was the perfect counter to Sgt
Tate.

But while she shunned him for this, I am drawn to it.  The fact that he is
thinking and planning with me in mind says to me that he wants me to be a
part of his plans.

Yes, he drives me crazy with his actions, but just going with his flow like
I did today really felt good.

I look over at him driving.  His focus is on the road ahead.  I smile.  An
eyebrow raises and a quick look at me brings out his smiles.

"You're OK kid."

Now it feels right.  I feel right.

We arrive at the rest area in daylight.  Knowing its background, the signs
warning of closure have a humorous tone to them.  The approach is familiar.

Sgt Tate announces, "Here you are, returning to the scene of the crime."

As we come around the hill, I can see the restroom next to the table I got
fisted on.  In the sunlight, this place is kinda benign--the complete
opposite of last night.

Another difference, a major difference, is the vehicles present.  The four
semis parked on the right effectively hide whatever is going on in the
trees.  There is no other vehicle in the lot.  Sgt Tate parks by backing
in.  He looks at me.

"Ready to have some fun with your old man?"

"Yes Sir!  Sir?" I need to take a piss.

"What now boy?"

"I need to take a piss."

He hands me the shorts.  I put them on.  Skid marks go to the back.  I walk
into the bathroom; Sgt Tate follows behind me in his tank top and running
shorts.

There is someone else in the far stall.  I make my way to the other stall
so I can sit and piss.  Sgt Tate pulls me back and motions to the urinal.
I walk up to the urinal, while Tate goes back.  He intentionally walks in
to see the man on the toilet.  I can hear the quick apologies exchanged.

I just piss, and he will do what he feels is right.  I lean my head towards
the wall as my piss starts to flow.  I feel something at my feet.  It is
Sgt Tate kicking them apart.  He stands behind me.  My shorts are yanked to
mid-thigh.

Pushing my neck, I lean further forward.  It's good that my piss flow slows
down.  Still some goes on the floor and onto my shorts.

Sgt Tate's cock is at my asshole.  I cannot believe that he is going to
fuck me with the guy on the toilet only feet away.  I feel his head enter
my hole.

The toilet flushes.  Oh shit.  The man is going to see us.  This is so
wrong.

As soon as my panic sets in, I realize that I should just relax and trust
Sgt Tate.  He holds me tight in place.  Sgt Tate begins to piss into me.  I
feel his warmth.

The man comes around to the sink.  He is cautious not to look over, but
still looking over out of the corner of his eye.  He is a blue-collar man.
About six foot in his mid fifties with a firm round gut, his looks work for
him.  I wouldn't say he was the most handsome, but he is definitely
masculine.  Chest hair pours out his shirt collar.  Grey stubble covers his
tanned square jaw.  His slicked back hair is nearly white, but he doesn't
try to hide his age.

"You guys should be in the bushes.  It's not 100% safe in here during the
day.  Cops and all."

"Well, we are headed there after we get done pissing.  Are you going?"

"In a bit.  I have to go back to my cab to get some toilet paper.  They
seem to be out."

"No need.  My boy here likes to clean asses."

"No.  I just took a shit."

"So, he doesn't care.  He'll lick you clean."

He looks down.  "That's kinda gross.  Isn't it?"

"Well it wouldn't be your mouth."

"This place has gotten really wild since I was last here last year.  It was
before they closed things off.  But another driver was telling me that he
had a wild time here last night." Sgt Tate pulls out of my ass.  "He was
riding shotgun with another guy when they came in here and found this naked
boy in here and fucked him good.  He was naked except he had something on
his cock that I didn't understand what he was talking about."

Sgt Tate got excited.  "Well this is your lucky day.  Is this what they
described?" He grabbed my cock to show him.

"I guess it is.  Was he here last night."

"Yup, being a big ole slut."

"Frank and Terry said that they fucked a fag real good and that he ate out
another driver afterwards." The unnamed driver from last night finally has
a name to associate with, Terry.

"That's my boy alright!"

I decide to speak up.  "Can I lick your asshole?"

The man looks at me.  "OK.  I'll meet you in the bushes."

He leaves in a hurry.

"Well my boy.  You have your first customer.  Squat over that drain, and
squirt my piss out.  Then come out to the truck."

I empty the piss into the drain.  As it comes out, I put my hand in the
flow so that I can lick his piss off of my fingers.

I meet Sgt Tate outside.  Another semi came in.  The driver from the
restroom is making his way over to the bushes.

I walk up to the passenger's side of Sgt Tate's truck.  "There's something
you need to wear.  Let me see." He pulls out the magic marker.  "Lean
forward."

I do and he once again writes on me, but this time I can tell that it is
the word "Toilet."

"Any man who wants to use you as a toilet, I know you will be happy to
oblige."

"Yes Sir."

"Let's have some fun."

We walk towards the clearing as Blakely described.  It is tucked away in
the trees and bushes.

"If we see your friend Joe, you will point him out."

"Yes Sir."

I see some movement inside.  As we approach the area, the second semi's cab
door slams shut.  Out walks its driver.  He is naked.  His cock is flopping
as he walks.  Sgt Tate looks at him; the driver smiles, nods, and follows
us in.

I take my shorts off at Sgt Tate's command and hand them to him, which he
proceeds to throw them on the picnic table.

Inside the clearing, there is a beat up picnic table to the left.  In front
is a beat up leatherette sofa with a cushion missing.  A couple of lawn
chairs with the tattered nylon straps are thrown in the background.  Four
drivers are involved in a circle jerk near the two mattresses to the right.
The driver from the bathroom has his pants around his knees distantly
jerking to the circle jerk.

He looks at me and then bends over the couch.  I go over to his asshole and
start licking.  There is a lot more to lick than what Joe offered last
night.  I don't even pay attention to what I am doing; I just do it.

As I lick away, I feel his balls bouncing against my chin.  He must be
jerking off.

Sgt Tate is in my periphery.  He is fucking the mouth of the naked driver
that followed us in.  He seems to be enjoying this.  I like seeing him
enjoying himself not treating others like objects.

He starts slam fucking the driver's head onto his cock.  "Open up your
fucking throat for me.  Dedicate that airway to me." Well, he is enjoying
himself.

The ass I am rimming is very furry.  But before I can really go deep to
clean, he stands and turns around.  His small cock points to my face.  He's
close to cumming.  I stick out my tongue and look up at him.  Throwing his
head back, he unloads in my opened mouth.  His cum is sweet.

I close my eye and take moment to savor the cum.  After a moment I open my
eyes and the driver has gone.  I see him crossing the lot to his cab.  I
turn to look back at Sgt Tate, and another man stands in front of me.  His
cock points to my mouth.

"Suck."

I don't look up.  I don't think.  I act instinctively.  I start sucking.  I
don't see much other than a very hairy pubic bush get slammed into my face.

A finger is jammed into my hole, pulling me up.  My face fucker doesn't
break stride.  The man at my ass says in a New England accent, "Let's get
him over to the mattress." The face fucker pulls out.

I am led bent over to a mattress by the fingerer, roughly shoved on all
fours.  The face fucker resumes his position in my mouth.  My ass is then
impaled on the other cock.  It all happened so fast that I still don't know
what these guys look like.  All I can say is that they fuck by slamming,
and not in rhythm with each other.

After a few minutes I hear Sgt Tate's voice nearby.  "Yeah, she's my bitch.
I've been training her to service men, real men."

"Is that a tattoo on his forehead?" I do not recognize the sidelined voice.

"No, I just wrote that on her forehead to let anyone know that she is a
full service toilet."

I can hear my face fucker say, "He'll take my piss and cum?"

"She will.  She better.  I trained her to take loads in both holes, to
drink piss and take it in the ass, to eat ass, and I even got her to eat my
shit."

A hand slaps my ass.  "Damn! That's what I call full service."

The face fucker announces, "I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum!" Both cocks pick
up speed.

My mouth is filled with cum as the man grunts.  He keeps his cock in there.

The fucker in back pulls my ass onto his cock.  He erupts into my hole.

Sgt Tate announces, "Who wants to go next?"

The soft cock is pulled out of my aching mouth.  I drop my head and stare
at the mattress in order to catch my breath.

My fucker in back adds, "I gotta take a piss first."

Sgt Tate responds, "Well then go for it."

I look over at Sgt Tate.  The driver that was servicing him before is still
on his knees in front bobbing his head on Tate's cock.

Sgt Tate is, however, talking to a guy in a suit, completely not what I was
expecting here.  The man is sexy, clean shaven with manicured hair and
hands.  He looks in his thirties.  He's jerking his cock out of his fly.

Sgt Tate looks at the suited man.  He points to me.  "Why don't you fuck my
boy?  I know you want to."

He quietly says, "Well yeah.  But his ass isn't clean."

"He's been cleaned out a couple times today."

The man pissing in my ass adds, "I'm done.  He'll have one hell of a
trucker douche to empty." He pulls out.

"I don't want to get piss on my suit."

"Shithead!  Go over there and empty out." I get up and go over "there" even
though I didn't see where he pointed.  It's just a spot away from all the
other men.  While I squirt I look at the men.

Sgt Tate is kissing the guy in the suit while the driver keeps giving his
blowjob.  Two other men are in the distance giving each other head.  Three
guys are jerking off watching what's going on.  Half the men are buck
naked, while the other half have a minimal amount of clothing on.  Now this
is my kind of sex.  Men pleasing men.  I know Sgt Tate would rather fuck
with their heads instead of their asses, but this is amazingly hot.  This
is the first time in a long time that I forget that I have a tube on my
cock.  Hell I forget I even have a cock.

Returning to the mattress, I point my ass to Tate and the businessman, who
says, "I still don't know.  Do you have a condom?"

I look over my shoulder to see Sgt Tate looking around frantically.  He
spots something on the ground near the sofa.  Picking it up, I see it is a
used condom.  While walking back to the suit, he examines it.  "Don't
worry, I'll turn it inside out."

The man just watches Sgt Tate put the condom on him, inside out.  There is
a lot of cum on the outside about ready to drip off.

"This rubber comes with its own cum for lube." The man kneels behind me.
His cock slides in.  Having it covered in anonymous cum made it slide in
like it belonged there.

He starts fucking me but I don't feel anything.  He's doing slow and
shallow strokes, not quite a competent fucker.

Looking around, I see Sgt Tate is fucking someone over the couch.  Guys are
blowing one another with others watching.  Being fucked around other men
enjoying themselves makes this boring fuck more exciting.

The man tenses up and dumps his load into the condom in my ass.  I barely
even paid any attention to his build up.  This moment is about taking all
this manly sex in.

He throws the reused condom next to me.  The first owner's cum is buried in
my ass and the second owner's cum is inside it.

The suited man zips up and leaves after giving Sgt Tate a wave.

I know Sgt Tate would have me do something with this condom.  So I decide
to pour the cum into my mouth.  It fills my mouth.

Sgt Tate shouts over at me, "Atta boy!" He waves me over.

I get up and go to his side as he continues to fuck the driver, the same
one that has been blowing him.

"Get under him and blow him."

I crawl under the driver and put his cock into my mouth.  He moans.  Sgt
Tate starts picking up speed.  "Dump your load into my boy's mouth."

The driver pulls off Sgt Tate's cock, "I want your cum in my ass."

"I don't give a shit what you want.  I don't plan on cumming for a few
hours.  So dump your fucking load." He slaps his ass.  Within a minute or
so, the man's cock erupts in my mouth.

This experience of going from cock to cock, from load to load, from man to
man feels so natural to me.  And doing it for Sgt Tate is wonderful.  I
don't want this to end.

Into the parking lot come six bikers.  I stand up and look out at them.
There are six total, but one really stands out.  He is a goliath.  Massive
legs, massive arms, and a massive torso form this man.

He takes off his helmet to show off a dark blue bandana on his head.
Taking off his gloves and his glasses he looks in this direction.  I look
at Sgt Tate who looks at me.  It is obvious that he is interested as well.

The titan laughs with the other bikers.  It is obvious that he is the alpha
of the group.  He takes off the bandana to wipe his face.  When he puts
down the rag, is when it connects.  "Sir, that's Joe!  The guy from last
night." He looks better in daylight, more massive.

They just hang around their bikes.  Joe says something to one biker, grabs
his crotch, and starts to walk this way.

"He's an impressive man."

"Yes Sir.  I cleaned his asshole last night." Sgt Tate laughs.

We watch him walk in.  He looks at me and says to his fellow bikers with a
smile "There's the fag.  And you must be his master."

"You can call me Len."

"Joe." The two men shake hands.  The sight of Sgt Tate shaking the hands
with a biker of equal size is astounding.

"I hear you want to gangbang my boy."

"Well not me, they will." He steps out of the bushes and gives a wolf
whistle to the other bikers.  They begin to walk over.

"You want to fuck him first?"

"Hell no." What? I thought that's why he was here.  I wanted to blow him
again.  Sgt Tate squints and gives him "the stare".  "No, they will
gangbang him and me.  I'm a bottom.  I don't top ever.  So if you are
looking to explore being a bottom with me Len, it ain't going to happen.
I'm here for servicing cock."

Sgt Tate takes an aggressive posture.  "That's Sergeant Tate to you Joey.
Get on your fucking knees and give me some head.  And I will be fucking
your ass first."

Joe immediately drops to his knees and starts sucking on Sgt Tate's cock.

"Well that didn't take him long." One of the bikers says as he comes into
the area.

"Damn Joe!" another one adds.

Joe pulls off Sgt Tate's cock.  "Guys can't you see I'm busy here.  The fag
I told you about is right there." He points to me.  "He's the one with
Ôtoilet' on his forehead."

"Bitch you don't get to boss my boy around.  That's my job."

The other five just look at Joe.  Apparently, they must not have seen their
leader get talked to like that.

"Sorry Sir." A note of sarcasm pours out.

"And get out of your fucking clothes!  I am not going to fuck you through
your pants."

He gets up.  "Be right back." He turns his back on Sgt Tate and begins to
walk out towards his bike.

Sgt Tate addresses the other bikers and anyone else.  "Men, this boy of
mine is a fully functioning toilet for your pleasure.  Use him as you would
the one in the shithouse."

One biker with a scraggly beard walks up to me, "I got to piss." He pushes
me to my knees.  If he had waited a few seconds I would have done it on my
own.

He takes out his cock.  It is real small.  I don't care.  I still take it
in my mouth.  What he lacks in cock size, he makes up in bladder size.  He
unleashes a torrent so strong, that I can barely manage it.

I drink most of him.  Some still dribbles out the side.  He pulls out.

I fully expect someone else to come up and use me, but they don't.  They
seem to be looking out.  I stand and see Joe stripping at his bike.

Wow.  His shirt is off.  He bends over to undo his boots in the other
direction.  One of the bikers whistles.  Joe stands up and turns to us.
His chest is massive and covered in dark blonde hair that is blowing in the
breeze.  He undoes his belt.  This man is working us.  Most of the men stop
to watch him strip.

Sgt Tate laughs.  He fondles his cock.

Joe turns around showing his backside and places his thumbs in his
waistband.  In one quick move, he drops his pants to his ankles.  His naked
ass crack is in full view, perfectly framed by a jockstrap.  He stands up
with his jeans in hand.  The pouch is stretched.  The man is fucking hot.
He puts the jeans and shirt in the saddlebags.

He bends over to pick up his boots, showing us his ass crack once again.
Reaching back he gives himself a scratch right in the crack.  I think it
was intentional to get us excited.  It works.  Sgt Tate jacks his cock.

After lacing up his boots, Joe walks back to the trees wearing only his
full jock.  His six foot four inch frame matches Sgt Tate's size, although
he is not as muscular as Sgt Tate.  He's not overweight, but he does sport
a tummy, a very hairy tummy.  His arms and legs are thick from hard manual
work.

He walks in the bushes and up to Sgt Tate.  "Done Sir."

With a minimal smile, Sgt Tate pushes Joe aside.  He begins to walk out to
the parking lot.  He had placed his hardon in his shorts creating a
sizeable bulge.  Sgt Tate struts out to his truck.  Joe is challenging him,
and he is going to respond.

Opening up the driver's side he rummages in the back.  He takes off his
shirt throwing it in back.  He turns to face us.  With the same motion that
Joe had, he takes off his shorts.  His cock bounces free.  Both his cock
and he stand at attention.

A couple of the men whistle.  I look around and every single guy is
watching Sgt Tate strip.  Many of the men play with their cocks.

Sgt Tate turns to the driver's seat.  He reaches in and takes out a large
bottle of water.  He pours it into his throat.  With his free hand he
starts stroking his cock.  After consuming the water and tossing the bottle
aside, he plays with his right nipple and then the left.

He reaches in again and retrieves his Drill Instructor hat.  With
precision, his campaign cover once again adorns his head.  He reaches in
once again and pulls out a cigar.  He closes the door and walks naked
towards us.

That wonderful cock of his points out in front.  With every step it sways
back and forth.  His pendulous balls underneath sway as well.  His dog tags
sparkle, catching the light.  Even from this distance, echoes of his boots
hitting the pavement reach us.

As he gets closer I hear one of the men cumming.  Looking over at him, he
finishes jerking his cock while watching Sgt Tate approaching.

Sgt Tate walks directly up to Joe.  The two men look eye to eye.  Less than
an inch separates their noses.  They stare at each other.  Sgt Tate slowly
reaches up to take the cigar out of his mouth.  He uses it to point in my
direction.

"Bitch, get your ass over there on that mattress with your legs in the air.
I am going to fuck that ass of yours."

Joe continues to look at Sgt Tate, and then cracks a smile, making him the
first one to flinch.  He begins to walk, and walk rather quickly, to the
mattress.  Flopping down on his back, his legs go up and wide.  The ass
crack opens.

He addresses me, "And you bitch, get your mouth down there to get him ready
for my cock."

I don't need to be told twice.  I get down on all fours and bury my face in
his crack.  I start licking inside his hole.  Joe's hands grab my head and
thrust it into his crack.  My tongue goes deep into his hole on the thrust.
It tastes wonderful.  His asshole wraps itself around my tongue.

His ass hair is a lot softer than Sgt Tate's, and his sweat offers a better
flavor than his dirty hole from last night.  Ass cheeks surround my face.

In this position, my ass is up in the air.  I feel a cock at my ass.  It
slides in.  I really don't care.  Eating this man's hole is my desire.

Looking up and taking in air, I see Sgt Tate with one of the lawn chairs in
his hand.  It has seen better days.  The two-inch nylon straps on the back
are frayed.  It's missing one strap on the seat.  Sgt Tate yanks off two
more middle straps from the seat.  The rotting nylon offers no resistance
to him.

He places it directly over Joe's head.  "Well looky here.  Someone is
needin' an ass to lick.  He sits down directly on Joe's face.  "Get that
tongue in there deep."

I return to eating Joe's ass, as a hand smacks my right cheek.  "Tighten up
faggot" comes from the man fucking me.  I totally forgot that I am getting
fucked; I was so turned on to eating Joe's ass.

Sgt Tate leans forward.  It does look like he is sitting on a toilet.  His
cigar hangs from his mouth.  His eyes lock with mine.  "Do you like what
you see?"

I say "Yes Sir!" but with my tongue up Joe's ass, it comes out muffled.

He laughs to himself.  Reaching down, he twists Joe's left nipple.  "Damn
boy, that tongue of yours is getting my left big toe all excited." Both
hands work both nipples.  I can feel Joe squirming on my face.  "Hey fag,
is her ass twitching?"

I pull out of his moistened crack, "Yes Sir."

"Well then it seems like this gorilla is going to get some US Marine cock
in his ass." Sgt Tate gets up.

"About fucking time." Joe responds.

Sgt Tate bends over.  "What did you just say?"

"About fucking time, Sir."

"You got some balls on you.  Too bad they are as useful as a football bat."
With that Sgt Tate walks to the foot of the mattress by first stepping on
Joe's abdomen his left foot but only for a brief second.  Joe's body
quickly tenses, but only for a second.

Sgt Tate looks at me.  "Fag get next to him on your back.  I want you to
watch him get fucked."

I crawl onto the mattress and lift my legs; I get to see the man whose cock
was in me.  He's one of Joe's biker friends.  He's very masculine
looking--beard, balding, wide shoulders, a gut, and a nice fat cock.  His
pants are around his ankles with cock in hand.  Spreading my legs his cock
slides nicely in my hole.

He returns to fucking as I start playing with my nipples.

Joe is on all fours.  As Sgt Tate positions his cock at the hole, Joe
bounces his eyebrows at me.

"You ready bitch?"

"Go for it Sir."

Sgt Tate slams his cock into Joe.  The two go lunging forward causing Joe
to land on his stomach.  Sgt Tate lies on top of the biker.  His cock goes
deep, as his ass cheeks dimple up.

Joe plants his palms on the mattress near his shoulders.  With one shove,
he is able to lift Sgt Tate up back into kneeling position.  This is a
challenge to the Sarge.

Sgt Tate's lip curls slightly.  He grabs Joe's waist and starts to slam
into at the same time as impaling Joe's ass onto his cock.  Sgt Tate's
masculine aggression is being channeled through his cock into Joe.

Joe's body is being tossed around.  He reaches over towards me and pulls me
towards him.

He whispers to me, "Oh my fucking God!  Your master is fucking hot."

Sgt. Tate adds, "Yes I am."

Joe smiles and then leans down to kiss me.

"That's it bitches.  Give us some hot Lesbo action."

Joe's tongue goes deep into my mouth.  Our kiss maintains connection
despite the bouncing around caused by our fuckers.  We share this
connection for a while until Joe's head is pulled off of me.

Sgt Tate has grabbed Joe by the hair just like he used to do to me before
my hair got cut.  Joe is pulled back on his knees with back arched onto
Tate's stomach.  Over Joe's shoulder, I see Sgt Tate's hat and upper face.

The guy fucking me shouts out that he is cumming.  Apparently he must have
been turned on to his friend getting tossed around.  I can feel his cock
pulsating--dumping into my ass.

Sgt Tate says to Joe, "You need to be focusing yourself on my cock."

The biker gets up and tucks his cock away.

Sgt Tate looks at him.  "My toilet will clean off your cock."

"Naa, that's ok."

Sgt Tate looks at me.  "You look a bit worn out.  You want to take a quick
break to get something to drink?"

Some water would be nice.  "Yes Sir."

"Hold on there just one second." After a second or two Joe starts
chuckling.  Sgt Tate joins in.

Joe bluntly asks, "Are you done yet?"

"Almost." Sgt Tate and Joe haven't moved in about twenty or thirty seconds.
"Go for it."

Joe unhooks from Sarge and comes over to squat on my face.  "Your master
sent over something for you to drink." His asshole starts leaking piss.  My
mouth moves into position to drink directly from his hole.

Sgt Tate's piss pours down my throat.  It is the best piss ever.  Having it
come from Joe's ass makes it even better.

As Joe gets up, Sgt Tate is right there to plant his ass for me to lick.
They taste different, but both are delicious.  Sgt Tate's is more salty and
musky; Joe's is sweeter and not as strong.

"Why don't you get on all fours Sir, and have the boy eat you out doggie
style.  Trust me I have an idea."

Sgt Tate pulls off of me.  He repositions himself on all fours with his ass
to me.  "This has better be good." I look up and he's like a bulldog at
attention: arched back and head facing forward.  His brim is parallel to
the ground.

I get into position behind him and start licking his hole.  I feel Joe
beside me on my left.  His right hand holds my head in place.  He pushes
his face right up against mine.  I feel his tongue slide along side the
corner of my mouth.  He's trying to put both out mouths into Sarge's crack.
Our tongues meet once again, but this time on Sgt Tate's asshole.

"Boy I like where your mind goes.  And where your tongue goes better."

We both use our tongue to start digging in.  I feel another man take his
place at my asshole.  I love this anonymity.  It could be a biker or a
trucker.  Either way it's a good thing.

Sgt Tate moans in appreciation of the dueling tongues.  While we both are
not continually licking his asshole at the same time, one of us is while
the other licks his cheek or the top of his trench.

The man behind me seems to be a quick cummer as he dumps a load into me.
Again, my focus in what is going on in front of me.

Another man assumes the position at my asshole.  He starts slam fucking my
ass.  This is one that I cannot grow accustom to.

I hear some of the men start talking to one another, only to be followed by
a bunch of them shouting "Randy!"

The rimming stops.  Both Joe and I look up and see Randy standing at the
entry to the area.  I look over at Joe.  A trucker is fucking him as well.
My fucker is another biker.

Sgt Tate gets up and walks over to the sex store manager.

My head is yanked around to what's in front of me.  And that is a big cock
head dripping with pre-cum.  I put it in my mouth at the same time it
starts to piss.

After the pissing he starts fucking my throat.  I am getting it from both
ends once again, and it feels magnificent.  Both men are roughly using me.
I want to live here.  Every moment is filled with men--men having sex with
other men.

Men circle around me.  I want them all.

I look for Joe, who is gone.  He was inches away from me.  Where did he go?
So are Sgt Tate and Randy.

The three men return after five minutes or so.  Sgt Tate walks up to me
getting it from both ends by two other men.  He addresses both of them.
"Don't stop fucking this toilet.  I just need to tell him something." He
squats down to my level.  I look at him.  What strikes me is that I can see
his heavy cock dangling between his legs.  "Boy, I'll be back a little
later."

Oh no, I don't want to be left here again.  I start to say something, but
the cock down my throat prevents anything beyond a groan.

He inhales on cigar, and blows smoke in my face.  "What was that?  Fag
don't you realize that you have cocks of two hot men fucking you in both
holes?  Before you say anything, those cocks need to be taken care of."

The one fucking my face smacks me, "Yeah bitch." They all laugh.

I tighten my asshole as trained.  The biker behind me responds almost
instantly, "You really got this bitch to tighten up." He firmly holds my
waist as he slams into me.  "Damn, I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna CUM!"

The man in front adds, "Do it Mitch!"

Mitch starts grunting loudly and repeatedly.  Everyone knows that he is
cumming.

As he shoves his cock as deep as he can into my hole, I am impaled onto the
one in front's cock.  "I need that ass to dump into.  Get out of there."

Mitch pulls out, and I instinctively spin around.  A watching Sgt Tate
answers with "good boy."

I squeeze my asshole tight so that I can give him a tight ring around his
cock.  At the same time I take Mitch's deflating cock into my mouth.

It doesn't take long for my new ass fucker to start to grunt.  While not as
loud as Mitch, he is letting it be known that he's going to cum.  I start
focusing on my asshole, trying to get him off.  As he is about to cum, I
taste a bitterness coming from Mitch's cock.  He is pissing in my mouth.

I am caught off guard.  Swallowing as fast as I can, I don't even realize
that my ass fucker has just cum.

Both men pull out of me.  Sgt Tate comes over to my side.  "Very
impressive.  So what did you need to tell me?"

I am gasping for air.  Between the throat fucking and Mitch's piss, I have
been struggling for air for quite a bit.

"Awww, my bitch needs to get his much needed breath.  Does the puppy need
to go to potty?"

In fact I do.  "Yes Sir." I don't like his word choice of words.  He's
going to do something.  Well I don't have to wait to long to figure out
what he means.

He stands up.  "Come on puppy, let's go to the tree so you can tinkle."

Without even asking what he wants me to do, I instinctively crawl on all
fours to a tree away from the sex areas.  Sgt Tate leads me.  He doesn't
need to have a leash around me; my instinct serves me to him.  I am not
even bothered that a dozen or so guys are watching me crawl to a tree with
the beginnings of cum leaking out of my ass.

I raise my leg at the tree.  Instead of hitting the tree in front of me,
the piss lands behind me due to my cock tube pointing my shaft towards my
feet.  During this time at the rest area, I don't think about my cock more
than five seconds total if at all.

I finish "tinkling".

"Good puppy.  Do you need to go poo?"

Oh no.

"Um.  No Sir."

"Sure you do.  Here: sit up and squat." I get up only to squat down.  "Now
put your hand under your cunt." I do.  "Shit it out.  Catch what comes
out." He squats in front of me to see me up close.  His cock dangles once
again.

I squeeze hard, but I don't have any shit in me.  I gave myself a good
cleaning at Officer Blakely's place.  Some cum spurts out onto my hand.

"Good boy.  More."

I shit out some more cum.  My hand is covered in it.

"Now lick your hand clean."

I stick the mess up to my mouth.  Looking at him, I swallow it up without
even looking at the mess.  I can see his cock start to harden.  He blows
some smoke into my face.  As much as I love the way he looks with the
cigar, I really do hate the smell.

"Now put your hand back under your cunt." Once again, I do.  "Now tell me,
what's so important that you wanted to interrupt a blowjob to tell me?"

"Sir," I squirt out some more cum, "I can't be left here again.  Last night
was awful." It's hard to carry on a meaningful conversation with heartfelt
feelings as I am farting out cum bubbles.  "I want to be with you."

"I know you do."

"Please Sir."

He looks at me.  The stern face is gone.  He nods slowly.  He runs his
finger along side my cheek.  Man does that feel wonderful.  "You have been
a very good boy today.  I think for a change of pace, I'll go with what you
want.  Yes you can come with me."

I smile.  Great!  I don't have to be left here again.  It is such a relief
to know.

He stands up and his cock is rock hard pointing straight out to me.  "But
first, smear that ass juice on my cock." I take his cock in my hands.  Most
of the cum gets put on his head then spread along his shaft.  "Lick your
hand clean." I do knowing full well that his cock is next for my tongue.

He doesn't disappoint.  His cock slides down my throat.  I clean away.
After a dozen or so bobs, Sgt Tate's hands hold my head with a firm grasp;
my nose is buried in his pubes.

After fifteen seconds or so, I need air.  I try pulling off of his cock.
His hands hold my head in place.  I start flailing.  "Just few more seconds
there, boy." I feel my eyes bug out.  My strength is no match for him.  He
pulls his cock out.

I fall to the ground gasping for air.  Sgt Tate turns to the dozen or so
men standing around and watching.  Joe is on his back getting fucked on the
mattress.

"Gentlemen.  This is my toilet.  She drinks piss, eats ass, and licks it
clean.  She has been trained to service men.  So I will leave her to you to
use as you see fit.  I hope she will be in one piece when I get back."

He walks up to Joe and kicks him gently on the side.  "Take care of her."
Sgt Tate leaves me in the Rest Area in order to be with Randy.  I cannot
get the strength to get up to chase after him.

A couple of men approach me stroking their cocks.  I stagger over to the
mattress and lie down next to Joe.  "Welcome back."

A trucker gets between my thighs, lifting them onto his shoulder.

Joe puts his arm around me as we both get fucked side by side.

A short man comes over to me with the lawn/rim chair in hand.  My head is
underneath.  "Your man said that you clean assholes.  I have one for you to
clean." He turns around and sits on my face.  It is the dirtiest one yet.
"So the rest area finally has toilet paper after all."