Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2022 19:42:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hunter Green <huntergreenmuscle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chuck McGraw Part 25

The continuing tale of Chuck McGraw, a big-dicked, bad ass mother fucker.
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Chapter 25
2009
North Carolina outside of Fort Bragg
Jarhead Slave

	"This is new" Chuck said, indicating the heavy chain necklace and
padlock around Chris' muscular neck.

	Chuck McGraw was training at the large commercial gym with Chris
Canton, a personal trainer and one of his lifting buddies. Chris was a
former Marine and stood five foot nine with 255 lbs packed onto his smaller
frame. He was also a bodybuilder, having just gotten his procard earlier
that year He still looked every inch the Marine except instead of a flat
top or a high and tight haircut He was rocking a one-inch tall mohawk
hairstyle that went from his widow's peak to the nape of his neck, where it
ended in a point, conveniently pointed at his EGA tattoo. In his
mid-twenties, Canton was all muscle. He mostly resembled the even shorter
Lee Priest, even more since he bleached his mohawk to a bright blonde.
When Chuck had been deployed, he had Chris help look after his boys,
training them in the gym and letting them use the bodybuilder's holes
however they wanted. Chris, like many Marines, was an insatiable bottom
that like to be fucked hard and often.

	It was late in the evening, and the gym was packed but the two men
had staked out a squat rack for themselves. Chuck was thinking about
entering a Masters Bodybuilding competition and Chris was training him,
useful at any level. It was a leg day, and they were going heavy, with
progressive loads. Chuck was in his black ranger panties, and a ratty
yellow Bev Francis stringer tank with his Otomix lifting shoes. Chris was
wearing baggier shorts than Chuck was used to seeing him in, and an
oversized crop sweatshirt, with worn black Chuck Taylors.

	"Yeah," Chris said. "I've taken it to the next level with Master
Todd."

	"'Master Todd' now?" Chuck asked, raising an eyebrow.

	"Yeah. He's a Dom and he offered to collar me as his sub."

	Chris had told Chuck about meeting Todd about six months ago. It
was always a pleasure to see a man that knew his place and purpose, and to
excel in it. Chris was a great fuck. After a workout a couple times a week
Chuck always finished by busting his nut in the Marine's ass or down his
throat. And Chuck was no stranger to kinky play. He'd done some bondage,
piss, spanking. He knew that Chris loved being restrained during longer
fuck sessions. He'd even had the Marine strung up once in his Garage squat
rack. Chris had loved it. As a married guy Chuck had never gotten into the
full-on BDSM lifestyle, but he knew his way around it and wasn't afraid to
try new shit.

	"So does this mean you aren't suckin' my dick when we're done
here?" Chuck asked. The gym was crowded, but neither Chuck nor Chris cared
who overheard them.

	"I was going to talk to you about that." Said Chris. "My Master
wants to meet you."

	"He does?"

	"I've told him about you. All about you. He's really eager to get
to know you."

	"I bet. You show him those videos we made?" Chuck asked.

	"Oh yeah. He wants to make more."

	"I'm down." Chuck said. "Set it up. But you're still sucking me off
when we're done."

	"Yes, Sir!" Chris said with a grin, stepping under the bar and
positioning it on his oversized traps. And he did, out in the parking lot,
with Chris kneeling on the asphalt partially canceled behind the open door
of Chuck's pickup truck.

	Chris didn't hesitate to set up the meeting, and it was the
following night when Chuck pulled up on his Harley outside some suburban
Cul-De-Sac where every house looked the same. Chris' bike was already in
the driveway. Chuck walked up to the door, but before he could knock the
door opened. Chris stood there, in view of the porch light, nervous and
mostly naked. The chain and padlock were still around his thick neck. In
addition, he had had both of his nipples pierced, with two silver
barbells. Chuck hadn't noticed them before because the man had been wearing
sweatshirts to the gym lately, but Chuck had assumed it was because it was
winter. There were two leather cuffs on each wrist with metal rings
attached. Also, there was a chastity cock cage enclosing the Marine's cock,
making it look small and useless. The man was also hairless except for his
mohawk and eyebrows. Even his pubes were freshly shaved. The only real
clothing Chris had on was the OD Green socks and tan suede Marine Corps
combat boots.

	"Please come in." Chris said, doing his best to sound like a
butler.

	Chuck crossed the threshold. He was wearing a classic leather
jacket over an old unit sweatshirt, 501's and harness boots. He took off
the jacket and handed it to Chris, who hung it up in a coat closet by the
door. Marching into the great room, Chuck met Todd.

	Todd was in his mid-60s, a Vietnam-era Navy vet, and stood pretty
much eye-to-eye with Chuck at 6'3". He was in incredible shape for his age,
very muscular, clearly a man who had enjoyed hitting the weights for a long
time. His grey hair was still military short, emphasized by his receding
hairline, and a heavy grey mustache was above his upper lip. A huge Navy
anchor tattoo in black was inked on his right pec, visible since he was
dressed in a leather harness, gauntlets on both arms, an armband on his
left bicep with metal studs, leather chaps with a prominent metal studded
codpiece, and tall, highly shined leather boots. It was clear from the
get-go that Chuck and Todd resembled one another pretty closely on the
physical level, and likely the reason that Chris had been drawn to the man
in the first place.

	"Sir, this is First Sergeant Chuck McGraw, US Army. First Sergeant,
this is my Master, retired Commander Todd Hammer, US Navy." Chris
introduced the men formally.

	As the two men shook hands firmly, Chuck took in his
surroundings. Todd in his leather fetish gear stood out from his
environment, which was mostly creams and beiges in a typical suburban
living room and open kitchen. The walls and side tables were decorated with
family photos showing a younger Todd beside a bottle-blonde woman, and six
kids of various ages, into adulthood. Being in December a large, colorful
ten-foot tall Christmas tree filled one corner near the fireplace, and
stockings lined the mantel. All in all, a typical well-off,
upper-middle-class suburban home of a straight man.

	"You've got a nice place, here." Chuck said, expectedly.

	"Thanks. Most of this is my ex-wife's' work. I have really done
much to change it up here. Downstairs is kinda my domain." Todd said. His
voice was deep, gravelly, and husky at the same time.

	Todd offered Chuck a beer, and when Chuck said yes, Todd snapped
his fingers. Chris quick marched into kitchen to fetch the beer for the
Soldier. Todd never looked at him. After Chris handed Chuck the beer, the
young Marine took up a sharp position of Parade Rest just one step behind
Todd, and to his side, staring straight ahead, his jaw set, expressionless.

	The men stood there in the middle of the room, talking, getting to
know one another. Chris had indeed told Todd a lot about Chuck, as much as
he knew about him and his sons. Todd had been very turned on by the
incestuous relationship the Army First Sergeant had with his family. Todd
was divorced himself, his kids all grown up, mostly girls. Both of his sons
were in the Navy stationed far from home. He even had a handful of
grandkids, the oldest who was 10. They were all going to come over in a
couple of weeks to celebrate Christmas with their grandpa.

	He'd gotten divorced as soon as his last daughter left for
college. For years his wife had put up with his porn and fetish magazine
habit. When she'd caught him cheating with a female subordinate, she had
been mad and wanted a divorce, but had decided to stay together until the
kids were grown and out of the house. For years they had their separate
lives, even separate bedrooms. Todd took on a few assignments that made him
a geographical bachelor as well. While living away from home he had started
to explore his BDSM side in secret from his family. Like a lot of men in
the military Todd had had plenty of blow jobs from fellow sailors, starting
in Vietnam. Hell, it was better than getting the clap from some whore in
some random port. But it wasn't until he was in his 40s that he felt
bolder, freer to explore. It had started with threesomes and orgies. He'd
met a few couples into cuckhold scenes where he'd fucked guys wives and
girlfriends in front of them, often humiliating and degrading the
men. Sometimes he'd make the guys lick his cock clean afterward. It wasn't
until he was divorced and on his own that he had started having longer
one-on-one sessions with other men. He'd found that he preferred the kinky
side, and the dominate role. He could also be a lot rougher with guys. They
could handle a lot more abuse than a woman could. It took over his entire
sex life, then most of his personal life. He still worked, a senior manager
at the VA Hospital. But outside of work his life was all about the gym, and
being a leather master dom.

	"So, you wanna see my little dungeon?" Todd asked.

	"Fuck yeah." Chuck said.

	Todd led Chuck down the finished basement steps, Chris trailing
quietly behind him. At the bottom of the steps was a storage room, full of
boxes and other normal basement things. But on the other side of the room,
through a door unlocked with a key Todd pulled from his pants pocket, was
an entirely different world.

	The basement of Todd's house was huge, and inside was a full
equipped BSDM dungeon. The walls and floor were bare concrete, the ceiling
painted black. There were any number of bizarre furnishings, benches and
tables, some covered in leather or rubber, with various eye bolts meant for
restraints. More hooks and chains hung from the ceiling rafters, along with
a sex sling right in the center. A short cage was by one wall, just large
enough to hold a grown man. One corner held a large wooden X, a St Andrews
cross. In another corner was a large open tiled shower. Along one wall was
a table and peg board that was filled with a meticulously organized array
of dildos, butt plugs, whips, crops, and various sex toys. The room was
dimly lit only by red lights.

	"Holy fuck, bro!" Chuck said as he walked around, admiring the
room. "This is quite the set up." He picked up a fat rubber dildo that
dwarfed his own monster cock and was longer than his forearm. As he hefted
it, he slapped it in his open palm. "A man could have some fun in here."

	"And I do." Todd said. "A lot of faggots have passed through that
door there and learned a thing or two. This jarhead here is just the
latest. With some serious work, he might even measure up some day." Todd
took a seat in a low leather armchair. "Go ahead! Explore a little.  Try
out the sling."

	"I think I might." Chuck said. Looking at Chris, he barked in his
Drill Sergeant voice, "You heard your Master, faggot! Get your ass in the
sling!"

	Chris jumped and ran over to the sling, ready to obey without a
single thought. He climbed in, the chains and leather creaking under his
impressive weight. He held onto the chains above his head and placed his
booted feet into stirrups at the other end, so that his asshole was
exposed. Chuck could see that it was as hairless as the rest of the man's
body, and it was already pulsating in anticipation. Chuck ran his blunt
thumb over the hole.

	"There's no need to be gentle." Todd said, lighting up a cigar from
where he watched from his chair. "Muscle like that was meant to beat
on. It's how I like them, big and stupid."

	Chuck laughed, the tugged on the Marine's tiny, caged cock. "Is
this why you stopped wearing your little slutty shorts to the gym, faggot?
Your Master has your little pee-pee locked away?

	"Sir, yes Sir! My little dick is a distraction from my service,
Sir!" Chris replied like a Marine Boot.

	Chuck pulled his sweatshirt off, tossing it to the ground, and
popped the buttons on his 501's, hauling his ten-incher out from where it'd
been trapped in the denim.

	"Fuck that's a big ol'cock!" Todd exclaimed. "I've seen pictures
but that just doesn't do it justice."

	"I haven't had any complaints." Chuck replied modestly, pulling on
his prick.

	"We should get you geared up! I've got a shit ton of leather
gear. It really puts you in the right state of mind for this place."

	"Hell yeah! Let's do it." Chuck said.

	Todd stood up. "Just a sec. Let me prep the fag for you.

	In a few minutes not only was Chris handcuffed to the sling, but he
was blindfolded as well, with a large automatically pulsing butt plug
shoved up his asshole. Todd shoved a dirty jockstrap into the man's mouth,
and Chris moaned as he was electronically fucked. In the meantime, Todd got
Chuck gear up in a studded leather harness, fitted leather chaps that laced
up the sides, Chuck's own boots, and a leatherman's Muir cap. He also gave
the man a thick leather armband above his left bicep, and he managed to
find a heavy neoprene cock ring that fit him. When Todd pulled his own
codpiece off, Chuck saw that the man was hung too, and very thick.

	"Yeah, thicker than a beer can. Most women can't take being
stretched as big as me, or at least don't enjoy it the way a faggot does."

	When he was dressed Chuck stood in front of a large wall mirror to
admire himself, flexing and jacking his dick.

	"Fuck yeah, McGraw!" Todd said. The leather looks great on you. If
that cocksucker over there could see you now, he'd cream his panties."

	"I've got other ways of making him squirt."

	"Let get to it then. I'll show you how some of this shit works."
Todd said.

	They walked over to where Chris was suspended in the sling and the
two of them started to fuck the shit out of the young bodybuilder. First,
they removed the electronic butt plug and then took turns fucking his
ass. The sling was suspended by chains that rattled, and the leather
creaked as the two men fucked the bound bodybuilder.

	While they fucked him, they tortured him, using whips, flogs,
nipple clamps, and other toys. Todd showed Chuck how the sling adjusted so
that the end with Chris' head lowered so he get his throat fucked. Over the
course of the evening Chuck tired out a few of the other pieces of
equipment as well.  Master Todd let the First Sergeant test out the flogger
and riding crop on Chris as he was suspended from the ceiling from his
wrists, his boots inches off the ground. Master Todd had a truck winch that
lifted the bodybuilder, now handcuffed behind his back, and hauled up by
his ankles until his mouth was the perfect height to fuck. He was bent over
and tied to a leather padded sawhorse, a fuck bench Todd called it, where
to two men could take turns on either end of the young bodybuilder. Chris
came twice without ever being allowed to touch his cock, his muscles
clenching and his body shaking with his orgasm. His dick continued to leak
through his cock cage until long after. By the end the two older men pumped
a few loads in the faggot's cunt, and two more all over his face and
muscular chest while he kneeled in supplication before them. They made him
lick up any cum that missed and landed on the dungeon floor. As a treat
afterward they had him kneel in the shower and emptied full bladders of
piss all over him.

	"I think I might be what y'all might call a little kinky." Chuck
said, as he and Todd sat in Todd's hot tub on his back porch,
recovering. "That shit was hot." The two enjoyed some late-night beers and
cigars.

	"Hell, Chuck. You are welcome back anytime." Todd said. The two men
clinked beer bottles in a toast. "There still quite a few toys down there
you haven't even seen yet."

	Chris, who had been inside cooking up a snack for the men, came out
with a couple of plates of pizza.

	"You did a decent job tonight, faggot." Todd said to Chris.

	"Sir! Thank you, Sir!" Chris blushed with praise. He was still
naked, his body showing red welts from the flogging he'd gotten. He stood
outside the hot tub at Parade Rest waiting for any orders from his
Master. He hadn't been allowed to shower, and stank of cum, piss, and
sweat. In the cool winter air his skin pebbled with goosebumps.

	"I see you've been making some changes with him," Chuck said to
Todd, reaching over and flicking one of the boy's nipple piercings.

	"Yeah, I've got a few more planned, too. I think pretty soon I'm
going to make him pierce his cock, a PA, ya know? I'll turn him into the
perfect muscle fag slave yet."

	"Yeah?"

	"Oh yeah. Got to keep him pretty for the stage though. In a couple
of weeks I'll have to back off on the flogging to let his skin heal
up. Shame too, he takes it well enough." Todd said. "I'm fuckin' glad you
came over tonight, Chuck. Damn glad to have met you. The faggot here
couldn't stop singing your praises, and he wasn't wrong. I've been meaning
to turn him out to a few other guys I know. I like to see my slaves in
constant use. I might even start whoring him out too. Bodybuilding ain't
cheap and even with his personal training, it ain't enough. Dumb jarheads
like this one are only good for a couple of things, his holes and his
muscles. You have my full permission to use him whenever and however you
want, Chuck. Fuck him regularly after every workout. And of course, you can
use my dungeon when you want to. The fag here has a key."

	"I might just have to do that. Nothing satisfies after a heavy leg
day as dumping a load in a muscled cunt like this one."

	"I'm even happy to get you some leather gear of your own. I've got
a slave in Raleigh that comes out here. He's got deep pockets, and he'd be
happy to bankroll outfitting you."

	"Oh yeah? You think it works for me?"

	"Fuck yeah I does." Todd said, he free hand straying below the
water to his cock.

	"Maybe just send me a pic or a video now and then. The dungeon has
a camera too, so y'all can make some movie. I've got a whole library of em
by now for you to check out. And your sons can keep using him too. I'd love
to see that, a father and son enjoying themselves."

	"Yeah, Bobby grew quite fond of fucking the shit out of Chris while
I was deployed. A chip off the ol' block."

	"Fuck I want to see that!" Todd said.

	"Well, when the boys get back in town I'd be happy to introduce you
them. I've got a feeling Tyler is gonna like you a lot, the little
cocksucker."

	"It's a deal!" Todd said, toasting with his bottle and down the
last of his beer.



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