Dragon in the Marines - Early Years

Add to that the idead of being called a girl, whore, cock-sucker (which I was), slut, pussyboy, by the other boys that came around often that summer; and I guess it was natural for me to wonder what it would be like to not have my cock and nuts.

But being as I was only 8, and due to the fact that both my cock and nuts were still mostly undeveloped; I often felt that I didnt have any 'jewels', (as the other boys called their private parts).

I guess I could have talked to my dad, and/or mom, but confessing to them that their oldest boy was a cock-sucking, cock-riding, cum-hungry pussy-boy slut - well, that was not something I really wanted to do; especially not after an older male cousin was caught by my dad, sandwiched between two colored guys, having a fun time getting fucked at both ends.

Dave, (the cousin, who was 8 years older than me), was a confirmed 'queer', which my folks knew about, and which had led dad to tell Dave, "If you want to have sex in the barn, don't bring any colored guys out here."

Now dad didn't hate blacks, he just thought that, for the most part, they were shiftless and lazy; but if you hired them to do a job, they could do real well, as long as you either paid them what the job was worth, or left someone to supervise them.

And since Dad had some ideas that Dave would have sex with just about any male, (Human or animal, although no one had ever caught Dave having sex with an animal yet), Dad considered blacks a few steps removed from animals; which led dad to forbid Dave from having sex with Blacks. Dave, on the other hand, had been raped by a group of guys, (whites, blacks, Spanish), and during that rape, Dave learned to like being used. That scene kinda screwed up his mind; messing his mind up so much, that his folks sent him to live with us, where dad could either raise him as a son, os turn him into a big-titted, girlboy, whore-slave; which Dave wanted, cause he told me he wanted Dad to fix him. (Dave never did say how he wanted Dad to fix him, and I never asked.)

Then one day, Dad hired the two blacks to paint the barn, and told Dave, straight out, not to mess with the blacks, or he, (Dad), would brand him, (Dave), and then send Dave down to the motel, where Dave (who would become Davina after the branding), would be available for sex with anyone who had money.

Well, when Dad didn't find the blacks painting th barn, he figured either they were taking a lunch break, or were doing things not kosher, to his mind set.

Dad might have left it there, but he didn't, and began calling for Dave.

Now I was in the back half of the hayloft, with two older boys, whom Dad knew would fuck anything, and of whom, dad suspected of treating me like a girl, instead of a boy. One was a white boy, whose mama lived down the road, and did the laundry for the motel, while the other kid was 'high yellow', and usually stayed over to the same motel where Dave/Davina would wind up.

As for Dave, he was in the front part of the loft, on his hands and knees, getting impaled from both ends, by long, thick black cocks; doing what dad had told him not to do, namely, have sex with blacks.

So as dad came into the barn, he could hear the sounds of two guys grunting, as they fucked something, which started getting Dad mad.

Then he moved to the opening in the loft floor, (which was wide enough to unload trailers through), and turned and looked towards the front, while looking up into the loft.

What he saw was Dave between the blacks he had hired to paint the barn.

Well, dad was plumb mad, but instead of charging up the ladder and venting his anger on Dave, or the two blacks, he stood on the main floor, and waited until that 3some had finished.

As they finished, they all three let out moans, which covered the sound of the two boys using me, with all of us having reached our orgasms around the same time.

For me, having a cock in my mouth, (which really filled it up), prevented me from making a sound.

Up to the moment that dad spoke, I had not seen him enter the barn, nor even realized he was there. But the minute he spoke up, something in his voice made the three of us duck down so we could just see the others and dad.

As the others separated, dad told the blacks, "You've had your fun, now either get your asses back to work, or get the hell off the property," and since there was yet time to paint in, the black guys decided on finishing up work.

They both scrambled around, getting dressed, and then climbed down the ladder to go back to work.

Once they were gone, dad said, "Now david, you get your cock-sucking self down here, but leave your clothes up there. I want your butt down here naked."

Dave looked visibly shaken, and from where I lay, his face was white as a freshly washed sheet.

As he climbed down, I could see dad standing there, waiting, holding a knife, and a long cord, (what cowboys called a pigging string, and used during rodeos to tie hooves of cows together during the cow-roping contests).

Once Dave was on the floor, dad made him turn around and put his hands behind his back, and then lashed his wrists and arms together, but with Dave holding his arms folded behind his back.

Then dad cut that cord, and made a loop, which he put around Dave's neck, with a length of cord falling down behind Dave's back.

Turning Dave around, dad knelt down on the floor and pulled the end of the cord between Dave's legs, and then tied it tightly around Dave's cock and balls, separating them, and giving Dave lots of pain.

During all of this, dad said not a word, although Dave kept asking what was going.

Then when dad tied Dave's cock and balls up, the pain made Dave begin crying and begging dad to turn him loose, which also led Dave into swearing he would never disobey dad again.

Dad said not a word, until he had finished and stood up, and then, to shut Dave up, he slapped Dave's nuts and said, harshly "Shut that cock-suking hole, whore!"

Dave complied, but whimpered a bit, before dad stepped back and said, "Since I can't trust you to keep your word, maybe a lesson in how to obey is in order."

Then dad asked Dave, "Have you seen Dragon?"

(Dragon was what daddy called me, and had called me that since I was knee-high to a short-legged grasshopper>)

Dave said, "He's inthe back loft, sir."

The other boys froze, as I did, fearing we were going to be called down, but dad merely grunted, and then began steering Dave over to one side, heading towards the side door which led to the workshop.

Once they were in the workshop, my friends got dressed, and scooted out the back door of the loft, (jumping into the big pile of hay out there), and then running off for home.

As they left, I grabbed my overalls, slipping into them, and then climbed down the ladder, to slide over to the door to the workshop, to peer inside.

As I peered in, I saw Dave, but not dad, so I stepped around and got grabbed by dad, who lifted me up, carried me over to a stool, and set me down, hard.

Then he looked at me, and said, "If you ever decide to follow Dave into becoming a cum-hungry, cock-sucking, cock-riding pussyboy slut; I want you to watch and see what happens when my sluts mess around with colored folk."

Well, I was scared, but I was also quite interested in what was going to happen to Dave, mainly as we didn;t get along that well together.

Well, dad hade Dave stand with his backside to the work bench, as he (dad), turned and fired up the charcoal pit.

Dad wasn't a farmer, not was he a black-smith, but he had everthing there with which to use where he could have been working with iron and steel. But dad was a diesel mechanic, who had a hobby of making intricate things of metals, like steel, gold, silver, copper, brass, etc.

As dad fired up the brazier, working the bellows until the coals were just starting to glow red, he began talking, telling Dave what was going to happen to him.

"Since you want to be a slave, the first thing that needs to get done, is putting a ring through your cock, and then rings in your nipples, and maybe a ring around your nutsack.

"Too do that, I am going to have to heat some stainless steel rods, and then cut and bend them into the desired shape, and then let them cool before I ring your worthless cock."

So dad proceeded to do just that, heating a thin stainless steel rod, bending it into a circle, cutting it where he wanted it cut, and then making two more just like he made the first one.

But while he also did that, he took down this heavy steel branding iron, and laid it into the coals, where it would warm up.

Dave and I both watched him do that, but when Dave opened his mouth, dad said, "You make one sound, and I remove your voice box. You make two sounds and I remove your jewels."

Dave, wisely, didn't say anything.

Since dad hadn't said anything to me, I asked, "What ya gonna do with the branding iron daddy?"

Dad looked at me, and with a grin on his face, said, "Your slut-slave cousin will be branded, just like his older sisters got branded. Then I am going to put him to work servicing the customers over at the motel."

"Ewwwww", I said.

(Now the branding iron was a slightly large thing, which had a circle around the letters "XXX", and in applying it to the ass of a slave, it would go on the left ass-cheek of a female, or the right one of a male. But it was only used for those who became slaves, either by being sold to dad, for such use, or being sent by the county court, to serve a sentence, where the sentence was over a year or more.)

With the rings cool enough to work with, dad ground one end of each ring into a point, and then, grabbing Dave's cock, (which was juttung out stiff and proud), dad forced the pointy end through the side of that cock, and kept turning it, until it came out the otherside.

During that process, sweat broke out on Dave's body, and I could see he was gritting his teeth to keep from crying out in pain.

There was also a bit of blood loss, but once the ring was all the way through, dad washed the cck with some alcohol, which only caused Dave more pain; but it stop the cock from bleeding.

Then dad bandaged the entry and exit points, but only after adjusting the ring to where he wanted it.

Then he led Dave over to the vise, and proceeded to clamp the ring into the vise, forcing Dave to stand sideways, just so his cock didnt get pinched.

Then dad proceeded to work on the ring, grinding and polishing, and then fitting the ends together, before setting up the welding set to weld the ring closed.

I didnt get to see that part, as dad was between me and the vise, but judging from the increase of sweat that flowed off Dave, it must have been real painful, not to mention hot.

When dad was done, instead of immediately doing Dave's nipples, dad said, "I have decided to let a friend of mine do your nipples.

"He has a big cock, bigger than mine, and he likes fucking cute little slaves like you.

"And Dave, you'd best show him a good time, or you will lose your nuts."

Then dad moved Dave over to a saw horse, when he forced Dave to bend over and get branded.

Now I had already seen two of Dave's four older sisters get branded, and I really didnt want to watch Dave go the same route, but when I made to get off the stool, dad saw my movement, and said to me, "I am gonna give you a choice.

"If you get off that stool, it means you want to apply the branding iron to Davin's ass. If you don't want to do the branding, just stay seated." I stayed seated.

Then pumped the bellows, making the iron turn red, then cherry red, then turn almost white hot.

But before applying it to Dave butt, dad put a thick wood plug in Dave's mouth, telling him to bite down on the plug.

Then dad picked up the iron, spit on it to test the temp, and in one quick motion, applied it to Dave's right butt cheek.

I got real light headed, watching the iron do it's work, hearing the sound of sizzling flesh, smelling the skin as it burned, and watching as Dave struggled to stand the pain.

But all of that was nothing compared to the sight of Dave's cock, spraying all his beautiful man-cum, all over the floor.

Then, as dad removed the iron, putting it back in the coals, so the heat would burn off any lingering flesh, I collasped, and fell to the floor, passing out.

When I came to, I found myself naked, and lying on straw, next to Dave, who had a thick salve smeared across his new brand.

As I woke, I also discovered that we both now wore a collar, and my hands were cuffed behind my back, and fastened to my collar, while Dave's hands now sported the same kind of cuffs.

Sitting up, I found a chain from my collar to Dave's collar, hooking us together, and wondered why we were chained together.

When I heard the stall door open, I turned to look, and saw both my parents standing there, so I knelt while looking at them, and began wondering why I was chained to Davina.

Well, mama came over, knelt down and looked me over very carefully, before reaching around to finger my butt. Then she said, "You're right papa, Dragon looks to be going the same way Davina has gone. But then that is no surprise, now is it."

"Not really", dad said, "Not since we took in Davina".

Then mama looked at me, and said, "Dont get scared about being here honey, It is just that we cant trust Davina to stay in one spot, so papa and I have decided you should keep her here.

"There is enough chain for you two to move to the door, or over to the hole, or over here to your bed. But you both will remain here until the branding and the ring marks have healed."

Then dad said, "You know, of course, that you wont be coming to the house for meals, and any time you get hungry, you can suck Davina's cock for food."

Well, I didn't think they were angry with me, but if they weren't, they picked a strange way of showing their affection for me. But then, not since I turned three, did either one pick me up and hold me.

Then mom got up, and followed dad out of the stall, where upon they locked the stall door. Then dad turned and said, "I am leaving the hole in the door open so you and Davina, when she wakes, can suck any cock which you see."

Then they left.

So I wound up chained to my new cousin "Davina", while she slept, and as long as it to that branding to heal.

During that time, (before and after she finally roused),

I dutifully sucked every cock which got poked through the hole in the door.

Several times during the following days, either mom or one of her slaves, would come out to the barn, and check the brand, changing the salve, as it healed.

But then one day, as dad looked at the brand, he produced a key, and proceeded to unlok my cuffs, and then my collar. Then he said to me, "You get yer butt up to the pool, and scrub yerself clean."

I said, "Yes, Sir", then rose, and scurried for the pool, where I didn't hesitate, but jumped right in the deep in, to commence trying to scrub my self clean.

Two of the house slaves, (a pair of 12 year old white girls), came out, crossing to the pool, bringing some rags, and a brush, as well as a razor and a pair of scissors.

Then helped me to get clean, but they also cut and shaved my head bald. Then they gathered all their tools up, and me along with them, and guided me back into the house.

They turned me over to the cook, who took me to the kitchen to feed me some soup.

After i had had a bowl of soup, mom came and led me down to the basement, to show me my new bedroom, which was little more than a cell, with a thick mattress on a steel bunk.

Up to that point in time, I had hoped I would be allowed to reclaim my old room up in the attic, but on learning I was to sleep in that cell, I knew I had been demoted from being a boy, to a slave. I just couldn't help thinking when I would turn out branded like Davina.

There was one change, which I didn't like, and then was having to sleep while wearing a ball gag, with a plug up my ass. But that was not as bad, as I also had to work in the house, with the gag and plug in place, helping the older girl slaves clean, do the laundry, make beds, etc.

That did bother me, since I could no longer suck or ride cocks; and led me to figuring it was cause I still had my cock and tiny balls.

The truth was that mom and dad didnt want to take a chance on me turning out like Davina, so they had decided that I would work as a house slave, while being unable to become as cock-happy as Davina turned out to be.

But, while I became a house-slave, there was one side of the arrangement, which I did like. I wouldn't be going back to school.

So I quickly settled into my new life, and quickly learned how to do what needed to be done, and how to do it properly as well as quickly.

Well, it was a year later, when dad came and got me, guiding me out to the tool shop, where he fitted me into a rubber covered leather chastity belt, which would leave my ass open, but would keep my cock hidden.

But in strapping me into my new garment, he also fitted a tube over my baby cock, so that when I had to pee, my pee would flow out near my ass. This meant that I would have to squat to pee.

As for getting a cock up my ass, dad fixed my belt with a flap, which could be undone, so I could squat to pee/shit, and then redone to prevent me from getting fucked.

To see to it that I didn't try to take advantage of the flap, they gave responsibility for me over to three of the older slaves, telling them that if I got a cock up my ass, or in my mouth, that all three of them would not like the results.

In return, the oldest girl told me, "If you get any of us in trouble, you little shit, I am gonna find a way to fix you so you can't ever enjoy sucking and riding cocks again."

I didn't said anything, but that was cause I still had the gag in my mouth. So I just nodded yes when she asked if I understood.

somewhere along the way, over the next 4 years, I gradually came to understand and accept the fact that I was not meant to be a sex=slave like Davina, (nor like several of the other 3 dozen boys that passed through my parent's hands, coming in as boys, and leaving as big titted shemale sex-slaves).

But even though I didn't follow that route, I did manage, following my 12th birthday, to have sex with a couple of friends of dads.

They both remarked to dad, on how sexy I was, and how talented I was with my mouth and ass. And one guy even told dad how much he liked having a young boy to play with, who still had yet to develope a cock, let alone cum.

What that meant, was that, although my cock had grown, it was still under an inch long, and looked as bout as big as my little finger. And as for my nuts, they were still lumps under the skin. Strange as it may sound, I never did develope anything even approaching a cock and balls, until after my 17th birthday, and only after that did I get anything that even, remotely, looked like family jewels.

What happened was that following my 17th Bday, my nuts began getting larger, and did finally look like they were in a nut sack, while my cock actually grew about three more inches in length, which gave me a more prominent package, than I had had there before.

The only pronlem with that, was that while my jewels developed, (seemingly overnight from baby size to man size), the rest of my body, ad well as my voice was slow to catch up. Physically, I still looked like a girl, with feminine looking curves, and a feminine sounding voice, although I did have a "Man-Pack" between my thighs, which should have been producing male hormones, but which obviously was doing that right.But with the advant of my "package", dad promoted me back to beiing his helper, which meant I would always be around, when he put rings in slaves, or branded them.

He also began letting me have sex with what ever boy we got, who was destined to become a shemale slave, as usually, those boys had bigger cocks and bigger nuts han I did.

Dad also saw to my training, by making me run arond the farm, and teaching me how to be quick, telling me he wanted me to be fast enough to prevent a slave from escaping.

Then I had an accident, a couple months prior to my 19th birthday.

It was a wet day, rain having gotten the grass and parts of the yard slick; and dad had sent me down to the dungeons to bring out the newly transformed girlboy slave, who was going to be sent down to the motel, once she had been ringed and branded.

I had her wrists cuffed behind her back, and as we walked across the rain slicked yard, she jerked back, pulling the leash from my hand. Then she turned and ran, obviously making for the river, which was the only direction she could go to escape.

I hollered for dad, and then took off after her, chasing her almost to the wall, where she would have had to slow down before going over it.

As she ran, she was casting for ways around the wall, so I trew myself towards her and tackled her, bringing her down, but with her winding up lying on my chest, and my arms wrapped around her body.

Well, there was a problem with the way we were, being that, when I tackled her, when we hit, we sld, and slammed into the wall, with me taking the force of the collision on the backside of my head, which stunned me for a bit, while opening a cut in my scalp.

So when we suddenly stopped, with me going a bit limp, the shemale figured she could get away, and struggled to get free of my arms.

She might have made it, except that dad was there to grab her, and hold her until he got help.

Then he called for some help, and with four big male slaves, got me down to the cellars, where I was put in the same cell as the shemale had been in, while he took the shemale off to finish putting rings in her body.

Then he brought her down to the cell, and waited for the doctor, whom mom had called, telling him he was needed out to the farm.

When the doctor got there, he checked my head wound, then shaved around the cut, and then sewed me up, telling dad that I might have a headache, but that I would be okay, and to just let me sleep, until I regained consciousness.

Then the doctor left, leaving me in the cell, with the young shemale, who was still recovering from the pain of her cock and nipples being ringed, as well as the pain from her being branded.

Well, it was sometime around midnight, when I finally roused, and the first thing I noticed, along with having a collar around my neck, was that I had a splitting headache. Looking at the shemale, (who's cock looked so inviting, and good enough to eat), I mumbled something, which got me a funny look. What I thought I had said, was "Feed me your cock". But to judge from the way she looked at me, she must not have heard me correctly.

Since neither of us hand our hands bound behind us, I crawled over to her, and then pushed her backwards to the floor.

As she laid down, she spread her legs, obviouls figuring I wanted to fuck her, but when I got between her legs, and then laid down to start sucking her cock, she got the oddest look on her face; almost as if she was excited at having someone suck her cock, but also scared that that someone was going to bite it off.

But after I had finished with her cock, she pushed me away, crying and telling me i should have let her jump in the river and drown.

Well, I could hear her words, and although I could understand what she was saying, it was like she was hollering at me through a long tube. Her voice had a strange echo quality to it.

When I opened my mouth to tell her that I was sorry, although she saw my lips move, she heard nothing from my mouth. For that matter, neither did I.

Well, I got scared, and tried hollering for help, but the more I strained, and even to screaming, the less I heard anything.

When I calmed down a bit, the girl was visibly pale, fearing that Dad would blame her becuase I had no voice.

When Dad came down to check on us, he was surprised to find I couldn't talk.

So he called the doctor back, who came out, bringing a second doctor with him. Then both doctors checked me over, and told dad they could find nothing to have caused me to lose my voice.

Well, Dad took the news with a rather strange expression on his face, and then told the Doctor, "Well, since Dragon can't takl, you might as well remove his vocal cords. I would rather have him voiceless, than unable to talk."

So the doctor did just that.

Following the operation, dad told the shemale, (when I was taken back to her cell), "Dragon has lost his vocal cords. Therefore, if you dont want me to send you to the motel, then you get to sty with him and let him do what ever he wants to do with you, until he has healed."

She looked relieved, figuring that she had been giving an extension, or saved from what she felt was an awful fate; although she would have enjoyed sucking and riding cocks after the initial pain had faded.

So she served me, letting me such her cock all I wanted, although she did have problems getting hard enough to fuck me in the ass. But I didnt care, cause I was happy to have someone around who had a nice cock and big nuts; somthine which I had not had enough of, since I had become a "house" slave.

Now it was not uneard of for a slave like me to have other slaves servign them, and from the way dad had told the shemale what she was to do, I figured I would be allowed to keep her. (Or at least that was what I thought.)

So once I had healed up, Dad moved us both out of the dungeons, and up to the attic, where I was put in charge of caring for the younger boys, who would come out and serve time, before winding up in the dungeon where they would undergo transformation into shemales.

That was good, although dad told me that if I fucked any of those boys, I would wind up losing my nuts.

That didn't bother me, cause I wasn't into using my cock like that anyway.

So I settled into a life where I controlled the boys placed under my care, and made sure they knew what was going to happen to them. And with my shemale slave, it was easy to show the boys what they would one day look like.

Then came the day that dad sent for me, and took me to the dungeon, with my slave being sent off to the motel, (which had been enlarged until it could easily handle around 200 sex-slaves).

When I got down to the dungeon, dad grabbed me, and shoved me over to a table, telling me he was really displeased with me.

I was more than a bit scared, as I had no idea what he was talking about.

So dad, seeing me looking dumbfounded proceeded to say, "I go and give you control of the new slave boys, telling you not to fuck them, and figured you would do as I told you to do. But nooo. You cant be trusted to do that. You just had to go and fuck those three slaves."

Being unable to speak, I stared, and began shaking my head no, trying to get across to him, that I had not done what he was suggesting.

He ignored my shaking of my head, and looked at me and then said, "So, since you cant be trusted, then you have to pay the price for your transgressions."

Well, I knew what he was talking about, so I made a break for the door, only to be grabbed by four big burlu guys, who carried me over to the table, and slammed me down on it.

They held me down while another shemale slave bound me in place, fastening my legs to the legs at one end, and then fastening my arms to the shackles at the other end. Then she moved around and began playing with my cock, smiling when it came up stiff and hard.

One of the big guys, (I could tell that they werent slaves, as they all had the USMC tattoo on their chests), placed a slanted boatd behind my head, as dad said, "Now you get to watch me as I cut your nuts off."

The other guys then pushed something down, which pushed up my ass, forcing my nuts to hang out where dad could see them, and where the shemale could bath them with very warm water, which made my nuts drop down even more.

Then, once I was ready, dad took up a knife, and after pouring alcohol over the blade, he grabbed my nut sack, and forced my nuts down to the bottom of the bag.

Then he skillfully slit the bag open, drawing the knife along the skin, until both balls popped out of their respective sections of the bag, to fall into a bowl.

For me, the pain was so bad, that I screamed, but without vocal cords, all that came out was a rush of air.

Then dad tied off the cords, and then cut them, pushing the knots back into the sacks, before sealing the inscision closed with glue.

As for my cock, it was still stiff and hard, so the shemale began stroking it, obviously enjoying the feel of a hairless cock, as well as knowing that the cock she held, would no longer be able to shoot cum into a cunt.

But she also had, to my view, a kind of wistful look on her face, as she realized that my cock would also never shoot any tasty jism out for her to enjoy.

When the operation was concluded, The guys unbound me from the table, and moved me to the cell in which that shemale stayed, with dad telling her she could fuck my ass and my mouth al she wanted, but to leave my cock alone, for as long as it took my cutting to heal.

Then he left, leaving me with that shemale, who continued stroking my cock, until I had my last climax, after which she licked me clean.

Then she moved away, knowing I would not be able to hurt her, and said, "I am sorry you lost your nuts, but you should have been more careful about letting your slave be near those boys. It was she who fucked them, just so you would lose your nuts."

Although I was in pain, somewhat, I was able to let her see that I wanted to know why, so she said, "Your slave hated you for not letting her drown in the river. So when Master told you not to fuck those little boys, she knew she would have her revenge on you. So she waited until the right time, then fucked those three boys, and now you are here in this cell with me.

"I wonder what happenes next?"

Well, I had no idea, although it did seem likely that I could wind up being like her, which would have pleased me, since I did like sucking and riding cocks.But it was also possible, that Master (Dad), might even let me return to taking care of those little boys who came out to the farm. At least without nuts, I couldn't get aroused enough to perform.

Dad never did come down, at least not for a week, as he was used to letting his older shemale slave train and transform the boys into girlboys, but after a week had passed, dad came down to check on me. He was appearantly pleased that I had healed so goo, and then let me out of the dungeons, so I could go back to caring for the boys we had around.

That was okay, but before long, I didnt want to do that, mainly as the boys kept playing with my nutless sack, which gave me all sorts of feeling, which led one od the household slaves to tell Master.

So Master called the doctor, who came out and examined me. That got me give some pills, which would replace the missing male hormones in my body.

Unfortunately, there was a price to pay for my treatments. I had to go down an enlist in the Marines, an action I wasn't really sure I could do, since I couldn't talk. But when I saw the recruiter, he told me not to worry, as the Marines didn't care that I couldn't talk. They had a place where I could be put to use.

Now, through out our family history, (on both my mom's side and my dad's sides of the family), every male member of the family served at least one hitch (four years), in the Marines. And since I was over 18, and was a superb physical specimen, it was my turn to go and server; a duty I was not sure I could perform and still bring honor to the family.

Had I still had a voice, though, I knew Dad would have let me out, once I told him I much preferred being a whore, like cousin Davina, (who was just one of three males who never got to serve in the Marines.)

All of the men in my family, (except for a couple male cousins on mom's side of the family, and one uncle, on dad's side of the family), had served in the Marines, and without exception, all had served with honor.

For the three that didn't: the uncle was serving a life sentence, for shooting s guy down on the street; one cousin was serving a life sentence for blowing up a man's home, killing the man and his family, but saving the two youngest kids, both of whom he raped, and then butchered and ate; while the third, Davina, was serving a 'life' sentence being a big, milk-filled, DD-cup breasted shemale sex-slave-whore.

Unfortunately, as dad later on felt, I should have never been forced to enlist in the Marines, as then I would never have been forced to go awol, once I had graduated basic training, but before I got to my new duty station.

What happened, since I already knew how to react to authority, was that on my first day, while obeying orders, I was asked a question, and couldn't answer it.

When the DI shoved me to the ground, his superior came over and told him that I was a mute; that I didn't have vocal cords to speak with.

As far as my hearing went, I could hear reasonably well, as long as the speaker was speaking normally. But let the speaker whisper, well then, I didn't hear anything.

So I was allowed to stand back up, with the DI moving on to vent his obvious displease at having me in his company, at another recruit.

The next incident that pushed me closer to the edge, was when the other recruits saw me naked, during our first time in the shower.

When this one colored guy laughed, and then stroked me under my cock, obviously commenting on my lose, to me it seemed as if he was making fun of me; so I slapped him in the mouth, knocking him across the shower, and onto the floor.

Everyone had seen that slap, and suddenly i had a corner all to myself.

The guy I slapped, sat up, blinked his eyes, shook his head, but refrained from getting close to me again.

He did come up to me and apologize, so I grinned and held out my hand for him to shake, and then indulged in a bit of "Squeeze", to see who had the stronger grip.

But, while I proved to have a stronger grip, faster reflexes, more power in my arms and legs, my body didn't look that muscled. In fact, I had a body which had a shape more like a woman's body, but with hips that were wider than my shoulders, and a rather narrow waist.

But that shower incident, was followed by nother incident about two days later, where 8 guys (from a different training company), caught me alone in the common area between the barracks.

As it was, it took all 8 to bring me down, and then once then had me down, they proceeded to fuck my tight ass.

The only really bad part of that fuck, was that they told everyone they coud find of how I had struggled to keep from getting fucked, but had actually enjoyed getting fucked.

Their secrete was that all i had to feel, was the head of someone's cock poking at my ass, and I would then relax and hump back against that cock.

In reality, though, when the first guy began forcing his cock into my ass, I just gave up and relaxed, letting him have his pleasure, rather than making him force his cock into my ass and making me bleed.

When my DI found out about that, he had to wait until I could put down on paper, everything that happened.

The conversation that followed, with him asking the questions, and me writting down the answers, gave him the ammunition to have the other eight guys sent to the stockade, to serve a year before becoming cockless,balless eunuchs, serving as whores for a front line regiment.

Unlike the Marines that all my grand and great-grand fathers had been in, when I got to the Marines, the onous of being "gay" was past history, provided you told your recruiting officer that you were Gay, but wished to serve.

Once you did that, you were put into a special training company which would train you to perform rear echelon duties, (cooking, comms, medics, quartermasters, supply, etc), for front line troops; which could even mean that you could become a whore for a front line company.

But since I had never seen the recruiter, not had been given the chance to tell anyone that I liked sucking and riding cocks; I was sent to basic to be trained to perform as a member of a rifle company.

But although it did change how the guys treated me with-in my company, it didnt really change a damn thing.

Every time I was alone, I had to constantly watch my back-side so I didn't get taken unawares.

Training wasn't all that bad, and halfway through it, (once we had mastered the basics), we were promoted, (enmasse), and then tested to see where our skills lay.

Since my skills were into metalworking, machine-shop, as well as training slaves, it was decided that I would be classified as a heavy weapons specialist, meaning that the big, hand carried weapons, (machine guns and so forth), would be what I would get trained in.

So I was given a short two week pass, after which I would have to report to a different training section.

Well, that two week pass was the third incident that led me, once my training was over, to go awol.

What happened was, that on the fifth day of the pass, I was grabbed coming out of a bar, knocked out, and woke to find myself bound to a table, face down, feeling as if a troops og Marines had just marched down my throat, and out my ass.

What happened, was that the guys who jumped me, (being friends of the first eight), decided that I needed to be taught a lesson, which went from a gang-bang with over 100 guys using my mouth and ass, to a fuck fest where a large number of dogs got to fuck my ass and mouth, and ended with me swallowing cum from horse cocks, which also invaded my ass, dumping lots of cum there also.

But when I woke, it was just moments before a squad of MP broke into the house to find me bound to the table, with the big dicked colored guy holding my cock in his hands.

I hadn't felt anything, and was so groggy, that I didn't feel him removing the whole thing, not just the exposed section of my cock.

That got me rushed to a hospital, where a doctor finished the penectomy, rerouting my piss tube back to a hole near my ass, and then pulling my skin together, so it could be both stitched, and then glued shut.

So I wound up overstaying my two week pass, spending a total of four months in the hospital.

The guy that got caught, gave up the others involved, which saw him and the others being cut same as I had been cut, only they also were given pussies, where their cocks had been, before being sent to prison, (after they had healed), to serve as pussy slaves for the convicts.