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I'm a freshman in college this year, just thought I'd share with you how a
3 letter athlete ended up
a submissive slave to a Senior ROTC 2nd LT. It still doesn't seem real to
me, except when I am
called to report by Lt. Tim.
It all started very early Saturday morning in my first semester here at
the university. I had been a
jock in school but was aware that I had no outstanding talent, I wasn't
gonna be offered a
scholarship. My best sport was Baseball, football was ok, and I barely
got by in wrestling. So I
headed off to school to pursue a career in Business. Pre-Accounting.
I was assigned a cool roommate in the dorm. He was on a ROTC scholarship.
He wasn't as
build as I was but not too bad either. But he sure looked a lot better in
his Army uniform. In the
3rd or 4th week of the Semester, we were both waken at 6:15am! By Lt. Tim
a senior who was in
charge of my roomie's (Mark) platoon or unit. He grabbed his leg and
turned his ass on the floor
and started yelling at him.
Let me tell you a little about Tim. I was mesmerized the first moment I
saw him. He is about 6'3
about 3 inches taller than I, not an ounce of fat on his body, just a
muscled stud. He's not all
bulked out, just a fine set of pecs, biceps which were straining under his
brown army T-shirt. His
buzz cut black hair army fatigues and boots made him a sight!
I was so amazed. I just kept starring at him. My dick however had other
ideas. My 7incher had
snapped to attention. He looked at me a few times as he was shouting for
Mark to get his shit
together and get going. As Mark went to the bathroom to piss, Tim closed
the door. I was still
admiring his ass and the way his back flared out.
He walked over to my bed and got right in my face. "Do you think I'm some
kind of Faggot,
BOY?" I was dumbfounded, couldn't speak. He grabbed my hard dick and
said, "You think I
don't notice this boner BOY?" "Um, ah, well" was all I could stammer.
"Fags like you just want
this" and he drove my head into his crotch. He slapped my face and said
"BOY you will report to
me tonight at the Pike house, at 2100 hours!" "If you don't show, I'll be
pissed and have to drag
your ass over there." "You had better have thought of a reason why your
dick got hard when I
walked in this room or you'll be sorry" Tim then just pushed me back to
bed. Mark came in a
minute later, laced up his boots and left with Tim.
My heart was beating like a rabbit, and my dick was as hard as stone. Do
I go or not. I think he
is the hottest guy I've ever seen, but he seems a bit extreme. I was
debating all day, went for a
run to try to clear my head. Mark returned from duty at 7:00(1900)
dripping with sweat. Seems
like Tim took charge of him and ran his ass hard, lots of PT. Mark kept
on what a fucking
hardass Tim was. Now I wasn't sure what Tim had told him. Did Mark know
anything?
I left the dorm at 8:30.
ROTC SLAVE part 2
As I said I left the Dorm at 8:30. Lt. Tim had told me to show up at 2100
hours. In my mind I was running scenarios of what might happen. Would he
and some other ROTC guys beat me up, would they fuck me, would he just
talk. I still wasnt sure in my mind if I was actually going to go. But
that was my mind. My legs were under my cock's control, and they were
marching me straight to the pike house.
I had showered before I left but I was all sweaty and nervous when I
arrived at the door. I just thought I don't know his last name!. Its
just Tim. What if there are two Tim's?. What if someone asks me how I
know him or what I'm there for. Hell I don't know what I'm here for. I
stood there at the door for a few minutes. Then the Door opened, a studly
guy walked out with a knockout of a girl. He just looked at me like I was
not there. Another guy seeing me at the door, asks me what I wanted. In
my most calm voice I tried to say "Here to see Tim" but my voice showed
the stress I was feeling. The guy laughed and said, "another soldier boy
gonna get his ass chewed out by the General" He pointed to the stairs and
said last door on the left 2nd floor. "Good Luck"
Well I was past the first hurdle. I was in the house. Not too bad
considering some of the frat houses I've been. Still it had the smell of
a house filled with College guys, sort of the lockerroom smell mixed with
food. I walked past the bathroom, with a open shower room, just like the
gym. My dick got hard thinking about all those guys washing up. I
figured the door with the huge US ARMY recruiting poster on it was Tim's.
I knocked on his door, I figured if he was gonna beat me up, he'd probably
not invite me in his house to do it. I'd almost welcome it as this
tension and anticipation was going to kill me real soon anyway.
LT. Tim answered the door, with basically the same outfit on he had on 15
hours earlier. His boots, cammouflage pants, and tight tshirt. I could
see the wet stains on his shirt from his sweat. He said "Well Faggot you
actually had the balls to show up" He looked at his watch and said "You
gonna learn to be punctual BOY, I said 2100, not 2055" I thought I was
smart comming early. "You just sit your Faggot Ass Down here in the hall,
and Report when I told you to" So I sat on the floor waiting for 9:00
exactly. One guy left his room and laughed at me sitting there waiting.
But didnt seem suprised to see me there.
At 2100 exacally, I again knocked on the door, "Get in here" was barked
from the other side. I entered his room for the first time. His room was
fairly large, a unmade bed in the corner, bookshelves filled with awards,
lots of ARMY pictures and posters on the walls. Clothes everywhere,
pants, shirts, jocks, shorts, briefs, socks, cleats, and shoes. what
struck me most was the smell. I now knew where the lockerrom scent was
comming from that I smelled downstairs. His room just oozed a sweaty
manly musk. "Shut the door, Faggot".
I didn't exacally liked being called names, after all I wasn't some faggy
art student. The ones I've seen on campus passing out flyers for the
queernation or an aids rally. I was a jock in my own right. "So Boy" Tim
said as he moved toward me. "What's your story. Why did you show up here
tonite?" "Seems like your willing to follow any order I give" He was
inspecting me, feeling my arms, my head, twisting my tits. "Well, I
guess so" I answered, in a way I didnt know why I had come and in a way I
knew I would do whatever he told me to. He snapped on me, "YOU GUESS SO,
WHAT?" he asked, getting in my face again, just like he had this morning.
Fuck I thought what does he want. He pushed me down to my knees. "On
your knees before a Man like me BOY!" It felt weird and I knew I should
have told him fuck you, and stormed out of there, but I saw myself sink to
my knees, and face his crotch at eye level. "BOY you will address ME as
SIR, Every sentence out of your mouth will be preceded and followed with
SIR, you will not speak unless spoken to! DO YOU UNDERSTAND BOY?" As i
stared into his khaki covered pants, thinking of the sweaty cock inches
from me, I heard myself saying "SIR YES SIR"
I suppose at that moment I became Lt. Tim's boy. He walked behind me and
asked me "So, BOY, you're a cocksucker? huh" "BOY ANSWER ME". I was
sweating now, thinking how deep I was getting in with this stud. "Yes
SIR" I responded weakly. He slap me across the face. "ANSWER CORRECTLY
BOY" "SIR YES SIR", a second slap harder than the first. My face was
stinging, flushed with blood and sweating. I look up at Tim confused,
"Answer me BOY You a cocksucker?" SIR, YES i am a cocksucker SIR" a smile
broke out on his face. He laughed and sat back on his bed.
"Crawl over here" "Tell me Boy you always let your little dick run your
life like this morning?" on my knees I crawled to the foot of his bed and
kneeled at attention. "Boy you need to dicipline yourself, get control!
Can't just let your hormones run your whole life" "Hell FAGGOT, your meat
just got you in a Hell of a lot of shit" "Tell me how much you want my
dick in your mouth!" I bleated out like a trained seal, "SIR, I need your
hot Cock SIR, please SIR suck it SIR" "You a Cocksucker BOY?" "Your a
faggot that needs a dick in your mouth BOY? Aint that right? Come on Talk
to me BOY " "BOY, beg me , you ask nice I might let you become my slave."
That was the first time he mentioned the word SLAVE.
3 letter athlete ended up
a submissive slave to a Senior ROTC 2nd LT. It still doesn't seem real to
me, except when I am
called to report by Lt. Tim.
It all started very early Saturday morning in my first semester here at
the university. I had been a
jock in school but was aware that I had no outstanding talent, I wasn't
gonna be offered a
scholarship. My best sport was Baseball, football was ok, and I barely
got by in wrestling. So I
headed off to school to pursue a career in Business. Pre-Accounting.
I was assigned a cool roommate in the dorm. He was on a ROTC scholarship.
He wasn't as
build as I was but not too bad either. But he sure looked a lot better in
his Army uniform. In the
3rd or 4th week of the Semester, we were both waken at 6:15am! By Lt. Tim
a senior who was in
charge of my roomie's (Mark) platoon or unit. He grabbed his leg and
turned his ass on the floor
and started yelling at him.
Let me tell you a little about Tim. I was mesmerized the first moment I
saw him. He is about 6'3
about 3 inches taller than I, not an ounce of fat on his body, just a
muscled stud. He's not all
bulked out, just a fine set of pecs, biceps which were straining under his
brown army T-shirt. His
buzz cut black hair army fatigues and boots made him a sight!
I was so amazed. I just kept starring at him. My dick however had other
ideas. My 7incher had
snapped to attention. He looked at me a few times as he was shouting for
Mark to get his shit
together and get going. As Mark went to the bathroom to piss, Tim closed
the door. I was still
admiring his ass and the way his back flared out.
He walked over to my bed and got right in my face. "Do you think I'm some
kind of Faggot,
BOY?" I was dumbfounded, couldn't speak. He grabbed my hard dick and
said, "You think I
don't notice this boner BOY?" "Um, ah, well" was all I could stammer.
"Fags like you just want
this" and he drove my head into his crotch. He slapped my face and said
"BOY you will report to
me tonight at the Pike house, at 2100 hours!" "If you don't show, I'll be
pissed and have to drag
your ass over there." "You had better have thought of a reason why your
dick got hard when I
walked in this room or you'll be sorry" Tim then just pushed me back to
bed. Mark came in a
minute later, laced up his boots and left with Tim.
My heart was beating like a rabbit, and my dick was as hard as stone. Do
I go or not. I think he
is the hottest guy I've ever seen, but he seems a bit extreme. I was
debating all day, went for a
run to try to clear my head. Mark returned from duty at 7:00(1900)
dripping with sweat. Seems
like Tim took charge of him and ran his ass hard, lots of PT. Mark kept
on what a fucking
hardass Tim was. Now I wasn't sure what Tim had told him. Did Mark know
anything?
I left the dorm at 8:30.
ROTC SLAVE part 2
As I said I left the Dorm at 8:30. Lt. Tim had told me to show up at 2100
hours. In my mind I was running scenarios of what might happen. Would he
and some other ROTC guys beat me up, would they fuck me, would he just
talk. I still wasnt sure in my mind if I was actually going to go. But
that was my mind. My legs were under my cock's control, and they were
marching me straight to the pike house.
I had showered before I left but I was all sweaty and nervous when I
arrived at the door. I just thought I don't know his last name!. Its
just Tim. What if there are two Tim's?. What if someone asks me how I
know him or what I'm there for. Hell I don't know what I'm here for. I
stood there at the door for a few minutes. Then the Door opened, a studly
guy walked out with a knockout of a girl. He just looked at me like I was
not there. Another guy seeing me at the door, asks me what I wanted. In
my most calm voice I tried to say "Here to see Tim" but my voice showed
the stress I was feeling. The guy laughed and said, "another soldier boy
gonna get his ass chewed out by the General" He pointed to the stairs and
said last door on the left 2nd floor. "Good Luck"
Well I was past the first hurdle. I was in the house. Not too bad
considering some of the frat houses I've been. Still it had the smell of
a house filled with College guys, sort of the lockerroom smell mixed with
food. I walked past the bathroom, with a open shower room, just like the
gym. My dick got hard thinking about all those guys washing up. I
figured the door with the huge US ARMY recruiting poster on it was Tim's.
I knocked on his door, I figured if he was gonna beat me up, he'd probably
not invite me in his house to do it. I'd almost welcome it as this
tension and anticipation was going to kill me real soon anyway.
LT. Tim answered the door, with basically the same outfit on he had on 15
hours earlier. His boots, cammouflage pants, and tight tshirt. I could
see the wet stains on his shirt from his sweat. He said "Well Faggot you
actually had the balls to show up" He looked at his watch and said "You
gonna learn to be punctual BOY, I said 2100, not 2055" I thought I was
smart comming early. "You just sit your Faggot Ass Down here in the hall,
and Report when I told you to" So I sat on the floor waiting for 9:00
exactly. One guy left his room and laughed at me sitting there waiting.
But didnt seem suprised to see me there.
At 2100 exacally, I again knocked on the door, "Get in here" was barked
from the other side. I entered his room for the first time. His room was
fairly large, a unmade bed in the corner, bookshelves filled with awards,
lots of ARMY pictures and posters on the walls. Clothes everywhere,
pants, shirts, jocks, shorts, briefs, socks, cleats, and shoes. what
struck me most was the smell. I now knew where the lockerrom scent was
comming from that I smelled downstairs. His room just oozed a sweaty
manly musk. "Shut the door, Faggot".
I didn't exacally liked being called names, after all I wasn't some faggy
art student. The ones I've seen on campus passing out flyers for the
queernation or an aids rally. I was a jock in my own right. "So Boy" Tim
said as he moved toward me. "What's your story. Why did you show up here
tonite?" "Seems like your willing to follow any order I give" He was
inspecting me, feeling my arms, my head, twisting my tits. "Well, I
guess so" I answered, in a way I didnt know why I had come and in a way I
knew I would do whatever he told me to. He snapped on me, "YOU GUESS SO,
WHAT?" he asked, getting in my face again, just like he had this morning.
Fuck I thought what does he want. He pushed me down to my knees. "On
your knees before a Man like me BOY!" It felt weird and I knew I should
have told him fuck you, and stormed out of there, but I saw myself sink to
my knees, and face his crotch at eye level. "BOY you will address ME as
SIR, Every sentence out of your mouth will be preceded and followed with
SIR, you will not speak unless spoken to! DO YOU UNDERSTAND BOY?" As i
stared into his khaki covered pants, thinking of the sweaty cock inches
from me, I heard myself saying "SIR YES SIR"
I suppose at that moment I became Lt. Tim's boy. He walked behind me and
asked me "So, BOY, you're a cocksucker? huh" "BOY ANSWER ME". I was
sweating now, thinking how deep I was getting in with this stud. "Yes
SIR" I responded weakly. He slap me across the face. "ANSWER CORRECTLY
BOY" "SIR YES SIR", a second slap harder than the first. My face was
stinging, flushed with blood and sweating. I look up at Tim confused,
"Answer me BOY You a cocksucker?" SIR, YES i am a cocksucker SIR" a smile
broke out on his face. He laughed and sat back on his bed.
"Crawl over here" "Tell me Boy you always let your little dick run your
life like this morning?" on my knees I crawled to the foot of his bed and
kneeled at attention. "Boy you need to dicipline yourself, get control!
Can't just let your hormones run your whole life" "Hell FAGGOT, your meat
just got you in a Hell of a lot of shit" "Tell me how much you want my
dick in your mouth!" I bleated out like a trained seal, "SIR, I need your
hot Cock SIR, please SIR suck it SIR" "You a Cocksucker BOY?" "Your a
faggot that needs a dick in your mouth BOY? Aint that right? Come on Talk
to me BOY " "BOY, beg me , you ask nice I might let you become my slave."
That was the first time he mentioned the word SLAVE.
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