Heya Bro! Been In A Hot Mood Since Last Time You Helped Me Get In Touch With My Armyman Self. I'm Now

Heya bro! Been in a hot mood since last time you helped me get in touch with my armyman self. I'm now plagued by urges to own and control men. Think you can help bro? wouuld be mighty appreciated

Private, why the change of heart? Up to now you have felt very comfortable in the role of the unit's cum sluts. The quickest tongue and the tightest ass in the Navy. You certainly could have made a career out of it.

What I won't do (even if I could) is just promote you to sergeant major or something. Badges should be hard-earned, in my opinion. As I said, you were already well on your way, but if you want to own and control other men NOW, we'll find another solution.

You are currently in the port of Antwerp. A good place. You'll have tomorrow off and go out with your mates to the pubs. One after the other, you give in and go back to your ship. In the end, it's already after 02:00, you find yourself standing alone in front of a pub. "Boots". Looks nice. And the men who come out and go in look at you as if you're welcome. Okay, one last drink.

The bartender greets you by name and places a whiskey and an ashtray with a cigar in it. Shit, have you ever been here on your pub crawl? You're not that drunk yet… You take a sip of the whiskey. And pick up the cigar. A fellow in rubber jeans and a bare torso asks you if you need a light. "That means: May I give you a light, sir!" you growl back. The fellow straightens up and asks "Sir, may I give you a light, sir!" "Good lad" you reply, playing with his nipple piercings, letting him give you a light and blowing smoke in his face. You feel his hand on your bulge. You slap it away, take his chin in your hand (where did the leather gloves come from?) and growl at him that you can only reach your cock by kneeling. The first guests in the still packed bar begin to watch you. They expect a good show. And rightly so!

It doesn't take long before the rubber fellow is lying in the sling in the darkroom. You spit on your cock and slowly insert your boner into his asshole. The crowd around you cheers and starts to jerk off. You say very quietly that you only want to hear two people moaning. You and your victim. And whoever cums before you will definitely not be fucked today. The crowd around you barely dares to breathe. And they pull their bulging balls down with all their might to avoid cumming. Instead, you fill the rubber slut up until your cum drips out of his ass.

It's already daylight when you arrive at your apartment. That was another exhausting night. You've brought a bit of work with you. He's lying in the bedroom with a gag in his face, handcuffed to the bed and waiting. But let him wait. You need a cigar first. You don't let yourself be controlled. You control other men.

There are good sailors @emtrobarasalaplatja3. And the finest Belgian leather can be found @jihaimesblog

I've always wanted to try out that bear bar in the gay village but I think I may be a little too young and slender to fit in. What bear packages are on offer, put the mental changes up high as well, I wouldn't want to be seen acting like a total kid in there.

Buddy, you get a premium package! Get ready, you're going to have a lot of fun tonight.

You start the day as usual. Get into your sports gear and off to the gym. Actually, you always do an hour of cardio. You're the star of the athletics team at your high school. But today you're more in the mood for weights. When you finish after an hour, you look very satisfied in the mirror. The hard training has paid off and you're starting to see some muscle. But you still look like a child. Smooth as a baby's bottom. As a senior in high school, that was still okay. But now? As a freshman in college? Not everyone has to see that you're one of the youngest here.

During lunch break, you sit with the other men from the wrestling team. It's your last year at college. You'll miss the bullies. You were a great bunch. You push your T-shirt up a little and scratch your hairy belly. Yes, your six-pack is hidden under a good healthy layer of fat. But you're just a heavyweight. Not only in wrestling.

Going back to the office after your lunch break is always hard. Especially when the weather is so good. You miss college. That was a relaxed time. Now it's time to really push yourself. You want to make a career here quickly. To do that, you do the dirty work of the other colleagues.

Time to call it a day! The hot intern had asked if he could help you in any way. You told him that you'd think of something and loosened your tie knot. To set the mood, you fucked him in the back of the underground parking garage. Where the cameras can't reach. It's an advantage to be a head of the security department.

It's no longer worth buttoning your shirt. When you get home, you change straight into your leather pants and camouflage T-shirt anyway. It's bear night tonight. Let's see if you can find a bear to mate with.

Pic found @antoinepaul

My boss has been giving me shit ever since I got this job. If I could just put him in his place for one day…

Your boss's day is off to a great start. Power cut. And the Tesla is not charged. The only way to get to the office is by bus and suburban train. He hates public transport. But what should he do? At the bus stop, he pulls out his cell phone to buy his ticket. All around him are schoolchildren and wetbacks on their way to work. Damn, did he pocket the cell phone of his cleaning lady from Colombia? All in Spanish. And the phone far from his own brand new show-off model. And already has a few scratches too... Maldita sea! Why can't he buy a ticket now? Tarjeta bloqueada. That's all he needs. His not-so-clean trousers hang low on his narrow hips. The waistband of his fake Calvin Klein briefs is clearly visible. When the bus arrives, he rummages in his deep trouser pockets for a few dollars. Just enough to buy a ticket.

When your boss changes trains, he realizes that his briefcase is gone. Where the hell did the hip bag come from instead? He looks inside. Tobacco, cigarette papers, a few crumpled dollar bills, some weed. And condoms. Lots and lots of condoms. His gaze falls on his reflection in the window pane. Mierda, soy un espalda mojada. ¡Un sucio y apestoso espalda mojada! Instead of his spotless white shirt, he wears a dirty wifebeater. And the jacket has become a sleeveless open plaid shirt. Not entirely clean either. His feet are in dirty biker boots. A couple of silver chains around his neck. Shit, something's not going well. When he arrives at the station, he walks towards the toilets. He needs a mirror. Sporty and dynamic, he jumps over the turnstile at the entrance. He has no more money to use the toilets. There are the mirrors. And that's no longer your boss. Okay, the other hustlers at the station all call Juan "jefe" because he has the biggest cock. But apart from that, he's nothing but a well-trained wetback hustler.

One of the other hustlers comes up to jefe and asks for a fag. Juan panics. Should he be nice to the scum? Juan will probably need help. On the other hand, the mere presence of this gay trash makes him nauseous. At least he speaks English. Juan decides to be friendly. And he tries to reply that they can share a fag. He replies in broken English with a heavy Spanish accent. The other hustler thanks him with a fist bump. He doesn't seem surprised by the language. Juan builds a cigarette, takes a first drag and passes the fag on. While they smoke in a corner of the train toilet, a punter wanders around them. Juan doesn't think much about it. He needs money. And it can't get much worse than this. His eyes and those of the punter meet. The rest happens without a word. A few minutes later, Juan kneels on the piss-strewn floor of the toilet and swallows the cum of a strange man. And he's a pro, he gets a hard-on even though the punter is rather disgusting.

It gets quieter from 10:00 onwards. The rush hour is over. There's nothing to do at the station until 16:00. Juan counts his takings. 120 dollars. Not bad. He joins the other hustlers at the kiosk in front of the station, smokes a cigarette and drinks a beer. He needs to get rid of that damn taste of cum from old fat white men. Then Juan has to go to the wholesale market and clean the market halls. He's definitely no longer the boss here. The job is also badly paid, but he has to prove he has a regular job so as not to lose his residence permit. And there are showers for the employees. If he goes back to the station sweaty and dirty, he can forget about good sales.

Juan is just getting out of the shower when a regular customer contacts him via Facetime. He asks how his favorite slut is doing. Juan poses a little in front of the cell phone camera. He doesn't understand English very well, but he knows that his customer gets horny when he shows off his hairy armpits. And the customer pays well. Most of the time, Juan even gets a bit to eat. And if he's lucky, he can even spend the night with the client and doesn't have to go to the dirty dormitory where Juan has currently rented a bed. But if he's not lucky, at least he knows where his place is.

Pic of your jefe found @marechais