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ROTC slave M/MI’m a freshman in college this year, just thought I’d share with you how a3 letter athlete ended upa submissive slave to a Senior ROTC 2nd LT. It still doesn’t seem real tome, except when I amcalled to report by Lt. Tim.It all started very early Saturday morning in my first semester here atthe university. I had been ajock in school but was aware that I had no outstanding talent, I wasn’tgonna be offered ascholarship. My best sport was Baseball, football was ok, and I barelygot by in wrestling. So Iheaded 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 asbuild as I was but not too bad either. But he sure looked a lot better inhis Army uniform. In the3rd or 4th week of the Semester, we were both waken at 6:15am! By Lt. Tima senior who was incharge of my roomie’s (Mark) platoon or unit. He grabbed his leg andturned his ass on the floorand started yelling at him.Let me tell you a little about Tim. I was mesmerized the first moment Isaw him. He is about 6’3about 3 inches taller than I, not an ounce of fat on his body, just amuscled stud. He’s not allbulked out, just a fine set of pecs, biceps which were straining under hisbrown army T-shirt. Hisbuzz 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 otherideas. My 7incher hadsnapped to attention. He looked at me a few times as he was shouting forMark to get his shittogether and get going. As Mark went to the bathroom to piss, Tim closedthe door. I was stilladmiring 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 somekind of Faggot,BOY?” I was dumbfounded, couldn’t speak. He grabbed my hard dick andsaid, “You think Idon’t notice this boner BOY?” “Um, ah, well” was all I could stammer. “Fags like you just wantthis” and he drove my head into his crotch. He slapped my face and said”BOY you will report tome tonight at the Pike house, canlı bahis at 2100 hours!” “If you don’t show, I’ll bepissed and have to dragyour ass over there.” “You had better have thought of a reason why yourdick got hard when Iwalked in this room or you’ll be sorry” Tim then just pushed me back tobed. Mark came in aminute later, laced up his boots and left with Tim.My heart was beating like a rabbit, and my dick was as hard as stone. DoI go or not. I think heis the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, but he seems a bit extreme. I wasdebating all day, went for arun to try to clear my head. Mark returned from duty at 7:00(1900)dripping with sweat. Seemslike Tim took charge of him and ran his ass hard, lots of PT. Mark kepton what a fuckinghardass Tim was. Now I wasn’t sure what Tim had told him. Did Mark knowanything?I left the dorm at 8:30. ROTC SLAVE part 2As I said I left the Dorm at 8:30. Lt. Tim had told me to show up at 2100hours. In my mind I was running scenarios of what might happen. Would heand some other ROTC guys beat me up, would they fuck me, would he justtalk. I still wasnt sure in my mind if I was actually going to go. Butthat was my mind. My legs were under my cock’s control, and they weremarching me straight to the pike house.I had showered before I left but I was all sweaty and nervous when Iarrived at the door. I just thought I don’t know his last name!. Itsjust Tim. What if there are two Tim’s?. What if someone asks me how Iknow him or what I’m there for. Hell I don’t know what I’m here for. Istood there at the door for a few minutes. Then the Door opened, a studlyguy walked out with a knockout of a girl. He just looked at me like I wasnot there. Another guy seeing me at the door, asks me what I wanted. Inmy most calm voice I tried to say “Here to see Tim” but my voice showedthe stress I was feeling. The guy laughed and said, “another soldier boygonna get his ass chewed out by the General” He pointed to the stairs andsaid last door on the left 2nd floor. “Good Luck”Well I was past the first bahis siteleri hurdle. I was in the house. Not too badconsidering some of the frat houses I’ve been. Still it had the smell ofa house filled with College guys, sort of the lockerroom smell mixed withfood. I walked past the bathroom, with a open shower room, just like thegym. My dick got hard thinking about all those guys washing up. Ifigured 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 probablynot invite me in his house to do it. I’d almost welcome it as thistension and anticipation was going to kill me real soon anyway.LT. Tim answered the door, with basically the same outfit on he had on 15hours earlier. His boots, cammouflage pants, and tight tshirt. I couldsee the wet stains on his shirt from his sweat. He said “Well Faggot youactually had the balls to show up” He looked at his watch and said “Yougonna learn to be punctual BOY, I said 2100, not 2055” I thought I wassmart 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 9:00exactly. 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 barkedfrom the other side. I entered his room for the first time. His room wasfairly 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. whatstruck me most was the smell. I now knew where the lockerrom scent wascomming from that I smelled downstairs. His room just oozed a sweatymanly musk. “Shut the door, Faggot”.I didn’t exacally liked being called names, after all I wasn’t some faggyart student. The ones I’ve seen on campus passing out flyers for thequeernation or an aids rally. I was a jock in my own right. “So Boy” Timsaid as he moved toward güvenilir bahis me. “What’s your story. Why did you show up heretonite?” “Seems like your willing to follow any order I give” He wasinspecting me, feeling my arms, my head, twisting my tits. “Well, Iguess so” I answered, in a way I didnt know why I had come and in a way Iknew 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. “Onyour knees before a Man like me BOY!” It felt weird and I knew I shouldhave told him fuck you, and stormed out of there, but I saw myself sink tomy knees, and face his crotch at eye level. “BOY you will address ME asSIR, Every sentence out of your mouth will be preceded and followed withSIR, you will not speak unless spoken to! DO YOU UNDERSTAND BOY?” As istared into his khaki covered pants, thinking of the sweaty cock inchesfrom me, I heard myself saying “SIR YES SIR” I suppose at that moment I became Lt. Tim’s boy. He walked behind me andasked me “So, BOY, you’re a cocksucker? huh” “BOY ANSWER ME”. I wassweating now, thinking how deep I was getting in with this stud. “YesSIR” I responded weakly. He slap me across the face. “ANSWER CORRECTLYBOY” “SIR YES SIR”, a second slap harder than the first. My face wasstinging, 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 smilebroke 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 yourlife like this morning?” on my knees I crawled to the foot of his bed andkneeled at attention. “Boy you need to dicipline yourself, get control! Can’t just let your hormones run your whole life” “Hell FAGGOT, your meatjust got you in a Hell of a lot of shit” “Tell me how much you want mydick in your mouth!” I bleated out like a trained seal, “SIR, I need yourhot Cock SIR, please SIR suck it SIR” “You a Cocksucker BOY?” “Your afaggot that needs a dick in your mouth BOY? Aint that right? Come on Talkto 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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