O Captain, My captain!

On days like this, when he was weary and feeling older than his years, the
captain wondered what the heck he and his little post of half a dozen men
were doing out here any more.  The Indian wars--in this part of Montana at
least--were long over, and the big ranchers around either resented him and
his men or ignored them.  It seemed as if the coming year would end the
century and would put an end to men like him as well.  People were saying
it was going to be a different world, with all these new-fangled machines
and such, but so far, the twentieth century looked as if it would be just
like the nineteenth, at least for all he could see.  Maybe 1900 would be
different from 1899, or maybe he would just feel better after a bath and a
night's sleep.  Or so he was brooding to himself as he walked into his
cabin and took off his broad-brimmed hat.  He had bent down a little as he
passed under the door jam--he was a tall man--and when he looked up, he saw
Bill, his orderly, standing to attention beside his desk.
 The captain smiled tiredly at the other man.  "At ease, sergeant,"
he said.  Bill relaxed slightly, but still stood expectantly.  He was a man
in his mid thirties, dark-haired, dark-eyed, with fair skin a little burnt
by constant days on duty at the small outpost, with its half a dozen
cabins, stockade to keep the horses in, and not much else.  The man was not
as tall as his captain, and not so largely framed, but he was sturdy
looking, with handsome, clear-cut features, a soft-looking, sandy mustache,
and a good chin.  He was half out of uniform, in tall boots and sky blue
kersey trousers held up by braces over his shoulders.  He wore no tunic, as
was usual for all the men around their cabins, but simply had the upper
half of his longjohns showing and wore a large, blue and white bandanna
sagging from his throat in a soft triangle.  The captain turned to hang his
hat on its accustomed peg by the door.
 "Anything on your mind, sergeant?" he asked genially.  He was
tired, but he was fond of the man standing opposite.  Surprised when he
received no answer, he turned and looked at the other man, who stood still,
without looking at him.  Puzzled, the captain glanced down, and then he
smiled slowly at what he saw and cocked an eyebrow at his orderly.
 "So, son," he said quietly, "something is on your mind, eh?"  He
gestured at his desk and looked expectantly at the other man.  On his desk
were a hank of soft but strong-looking rope and a stack of his own big
bandanna handkerchiefs.
 "Yes, sir," Bill said, still standing almost at attention and
looking straight ahead.  "I . I thought you might ."  He hesitated, and
then went on.  "That you might be tired, sir, and need some quiet time just
with me."  He glanced slowly sidewise now to meet his superior officer's
amused blue gaze.
 "Did you, son?"  his captain said lightly.  He took a long-legged
step or two over to his desk and reached to pick up the hank of rope.
Hefting it with a slow smile, he said, "Somehow, I sense you're
contemplating a change from the other days when we've spent some quiet
time, as you call it, together, yes, sergeant?  I think that this time you
mean for your captain to, uh, how shall we say, be the 'silent' partner?
Is that it?"
 His orderly nodded.  "Yes, sir."
 The captain nodded in return.  For a moment, he simply stood there
without saying anything more.  A big man as well as a tall one, he was long
in the arm and leg, deep-chested, with a thick head of graying, light
brown, curly hair, intelligent blue eyes deepset under thick brows, and a
heavy, gray-brown mustache framing ruddy lips.  Rather older than his
sergeant, about fifty, he was still a nice-looking man.  He was dressed
more formally than his orderly, in similar boots and kersey trousers, but
with a collarless white shirt beneath his unbuttoned tunic.  Around his
neck he wore a yellow silk kerchief knotted behind and hanging down in a
big soft triangle in front.  At the moment, just returned from a long
session in town spent trying to persuade reluctant merchants to supply his
tiny outpost at fair prices, he was looking a bit worn and tired.  He
stripped off his tunic and tossed it onto his cot, and then he gave a small
sigh and, almost abruptly, sat down in the hard wooden chair in front of
his desk.
 "That sounds awfully good, son," he said quietly, holding out the
hank of rope.
 His orderly stirred suddenly from his rigid pose of respectful
attention into quick life.  He grinned, showing strong white teeth under
his mustache.  Taking the rope, he loosened the twist that held it neat and
played it out, separating the hank into its several lengths.  Keeping one,
he laid the rest on his officer's desk, and then he knelt down on one knee
behind the older man.  He drew first one and then the other of his
captain's arms behind the chair and used the length of rope to bind his
hands together at the wrists.  He pulled the rope firmly but not painfully
snug, leaving a length at the knot that he pulled down and tied off on the
back rung of the chair.  The other man submitted to this docilely, a faint
smile showing beneath his thick mustache.
 Standing up, Bill took another length of rope and bound the older
man's arms to his sides, lashing his upper arms to the side rails of the
chair back and coiling the rope in tight loops around his big chest.  He
pulled the rope tight and knotted it off hard behind the other man.  Taking
up more rope, he came around in front of his captain and knelt down.  The
older man watched his sergeant with a smile that could only be called fond
as he tied his legs tightly together at the knees and the ankles and then
bound them securely to the front rungs of the chair.
 "You really are a good-looking boy, sergeant," the captain said
softly.  His orderly looked up from binding the other man's ankles for a
moment, a shy smile on his lips.  Then he went back to his task, securing
the older man tightly into the sturdy wooden chair.  Pulling the last knot
firm, he got to his feet and stood looking down at his superior officer for
a moment.  The man was tightly and effectively bound.  His obvious
helplessness seemed in odd contrast both to his looks, which were strong
and masculine, and to his expression, which was calm and mildly expectant.
 "You're a handsome old coot yourself, sir," the younger man said
with a sly grin.
 The older man lifted his eyebrows slightly and allowed himself a
half smile.  Then his expression softened as he sat looking up at his
companion.  He shook his head slightly and his smile widened.
 The other man stared down at him.  He was breathing a little more
heavily than usual, and his dark eyes looked almost anxious.
 "Geez, sir, you look so fine all tied up like that.  I've wanted to
see you trussed and helpless this way for--for a long time, sir."
 "Well, you've got me that way now, don't you, son?" the other man
said softly.
  "Almost, sir."  Bill grinned suddenly.  "But you need a gag.  A
big gag."
 His captain chuckled.  "Yes, son, you're right about that.  I need
a gag, and definitely a big one.  And you're gonna gag me, aren't you, son?
Stuff a couple of my bandanna handkerchiefs in my mouth and shut me up good
and proper?"
 Bill swallowed hard and nodded.  "Yes, sir," he said in a husky
voice.  "Yes, sir, I am gonna gag you.  I'm gonna gag you just as good as I
can manage."  He bent over the desk and took up the bandannas lying there.
The handkerchiefs were clean, worn but still strong, made of heavy blue and
white patterned cotton and a good two feet square.  He shook open first
one, then another, and then, with a quick sidelong glance at the other man
where he sat bound and watching, yet another.  He laid the three big
bandannas one on the other to form a triple thick square, which he then
gathered in upon itself, making an enormous puffy wad of soft cloth, as big
as a man's two fists.  Laying that aside, he shook open another bandanna
and folded that on the diagonal into a thick, wide bandage.  He stuffed the
folded bandanna into the waistband of his trousers and took up the huge wad
once more.
 As his orderly bent over him, the immense gag in his hand, the
captain looked up.  Bill stared down into his captain's blue eyes for a
moment.  Then, shyly, with an almost frightened expression on his handsome
face, he leaned close and kissed the other man on the lips.  For a long
moment, he pressed his mouth hard against the other man's, holding the kiss
and finally probing lightly with his tongue.  With a sharply intaken
breath, the other man let him in, and the two men explored each other's
tongues and teeth.  Bill held the back of his captain's skull cupped firmly
in his free hand, steadying the man's head as he kissed him so fiercely.
Then, abruptly, he broke the kiss, and while the older man still looked up
at him, his lips parted, a dazed, almost wild look in his wide eyes, he
thrust the huge wad of the gag into the man's mouth, shoving it in deep.
 "MMMMulugggummmmph!"  The captain's half-startled cry was
immediately stifled into a muffled grunt.  The younger man pushed in the
big gag, allowing no resistance.
 "Mmmmmph!  Mmugummmph!"  The older man moaned faintly as his
orderly crammed his mouth full with the immense ball of cloth.  His jaws
were forced wide open, and the soft wad filled the gape between them from
far back between his teeth to beyond his mustached lips.
 Bill took the folded bandanna from his waistband and jammed the
middle between his captain's teeth.  Pressing hard, he forced the thick
roll deep, and then he wrapped the long ends around the older man's head to
pull them into as tight a knot as he could manage at the base of the
fellow's skull.
 "Mmmmmmmph.  Mmmmmmph."  The captain grunted helplessly into the
huge gag.  His mouth was solidly packed with the soft cloth, and the tight
cinch prevented him from forcing it out.
 His orderly now turned back to the desk.  Taking up the two big
bandannas that remained, he shook open one and laid it out flat.  Then he
placed the other, still folded into a pad, at the center of the first.  He
folded the spread bandanna over the pad, enclosing it and forming a wide
bandage with a very thick middle.  Bending over his captain again, he bound
the bandage over the man's already stuffed and tied mouth.  He fitted the
thick middle of the bandage carefully between the man's nose and his strong
chin, and then he wrapped its wide wings over the man's faintly stubbled
cheeks, drawing the two ends into a knot at the base of his skull.  He
pulled the binding as tight as he could, ignoring the older man's muffled
grunts, and he tied the knot as hard as he could manage.  When he was done,
the lower half of his captain's face was enveloped in the thick swath of
soft cloth, his mouth tightly sealed up around the huge wad of his gag.
Above the taut band of blue and white cloth, the older man's eyes were wide
and a little strained.
 Bill held his captain's head gently in his hands and looked down
into the gagged man's face with an expression that mingled triumph,
arousal, and anxiety in a strange fashion.
 "Geez, I've wanted to do that, sir, to gag you, sir, really gag
you, with your own bandannas, for a long, long time."  He swallowed.  "You
look so good, sir, so handsome and strong and yet so helpless and-- and
vulnerable, sir."  Suddenly he sat down in the bound man's lap, straddling
him face to face and wrapping his arms around him and holding him close,
the other man's head turned aside and clasped against his chest.  He didn't
speak.  He simply held the other man tightly, crushing him in a tight
embrace.  The older man submitted. His eyes closed, and an expression of
relaxed contentment spread over his handsome features.
  After several moments, Bill eased himself back and looked down at
his captain.
 "Mmmmmmph.  Mmmmmph."  The older man struggled with his immense
gag.
 Bill smiled widely now, studying the man's face so close to his
own.
 "You're pretty helpless, aren't you, sir?"  he said softly.  "All
tied up and gagged up and helpless?"
 The older man nodded.  "Mmmm hmmmumph!"
 Bill nodded in return.  Then with a wicked smile, he dragged his
bandanna from his hip pocket and quickly folded it into a wide bandage.
 "Mmmmmmm.  Mmmmmmph."  His captain gave a few small whimpering
grunts into his huge gag and shook his head, plainly trying to resist, as
the younger man tied the bandanna over his eyes, effectively blindfolding
him.
 "It's all right, sir, I'll take it off in a minute."  He stroked
the soft bandage on the other man's eyes gently.  "I like to see those nice
blue eyes of yours.  But I want to look at something, and you watching me
makes me feel shy."
 Bill stood up and gazed down at the other man.  His captain was
utterly helpless now, completely at his mercy.  He was tightly and securely
bound into the chair, he was thoroughly, even cruelly gagged, and he was
blindfolded.
 Bill slowly knelt down in front of the older man and reached into
the crotch of his uniform trousers.  The man moaned into his gag as his
orderly unbuttoned the fly first of his pants and then of his longjohns.
With an almost scared expression, the younger man drew out his officer's
sex.  The man's dick was painfully stiff.  It stood upright in his groin,
the skin of the shaft stretched taut, the rounded tip swollen and deep
pink, a drop of precum oozing from the slit.
 "Mmmmmmmmugulummmph."  The older man groaned into his huge gag as
Bill gently stroked that hard cock.  He ran his long fingers slowly up and
down the stiff shaft, paddling the swollen tip lightly at each pass.  He
smiled to himself as he watched his captain's dick swell even harder
beneath his touch and the man himself strain uselessly at the ropes that
bound him so tightly.
 "Mmmmmmph!  Mmmmmmmmm!  Mmmmmmmmph!"  The older man moaned and
whimpered into his gag as his orderly continued his gentle assault.  At
last, with a sly upward look at the blindfolded man, Bill bent close and
took the other man's cock into his mouth.
 "Mmmmmmmmph!"  The captain grunted into his gag and shuddered in
the ropes that held him helpless.
 Bill sucked the swollen tip of the older man's dick tenderly,
prodding at the slit and savoring the sweet-salt taste of the man's precum
and swirling his tongue around the ridge beneath the swollen knob.  He
sucked slowly for a few moments just on the thick tip, teasing the man, who
whimpered into his huge and muffling gag.  Then he began to draw the man's
cock in deeper, sliding his mouth down and squeezing the tip and shaft with
his warm tongue.  He slowly pumped the man's dick for several minutes,
keeping the motion of his tongue and lips under close control, enjoying the
way his actions aroused the older man and yet did not give him the release
he wanted so desperately.  Above his slowly moving head, the older man
writhed in his bonds and moaned into his gag.
 After a few moments, Bill eased his mouth off his captain's cock
and slowly stood up.  In front of him, the older man mumbled into his gag
and pulled uselessly at his ropes.  He turned his head from side to side,
blinded by the bandanna bound over his eyes.
 "Geez, sir," Bill said softly, "you look so handsome like that, so
helpless and handsome."  With a strained expression, he reached down and
unbuttoned his flies.  He pulled out his cock, which was stiff with arousal
and wet at the tip with his precum.  Swallowing hard, the younger man
slowly stroked his own dick, sighing softly as his fingers caressed the
hard shaft and swollen tip.  His strokes grew more rapid, and then yet more
rapid, and then suddenly he stopped, and took a deep breath.
 "That was close," he murmured, "but I don't want to cum yet, sir,
I'm enjoying how you look too much, sir, `cause you look so good, sir,
geez, you look good."
 With a soft grunt, he released his own cock and bent over the older
man to loosen and remove the bandanna blindfolding him.  As the soft band
of cloth fell away, the captain searched for and found his orderly's gaze.
The older man's blue eyes were filled with tears, and he moaned into his
gag.
 "Mmmmmmmph.  Mugulummmmmmmph.  Mmmmmmmph."
 Bill smiled.  "I love that sound, sir.  I knew I would, and I do,
sir, that sound of you grunting into that big gag I put on you, of you
trying to speak, and not being able to.  I love hearing you moan and
whimper into that gag and knowing that you can't speak or yell or anything
because you're all gagged and I'm the man who gagged you."  As he spoke, he
took the bandanna he had used to blindfold his captain, and he bound it
tightly over the other man's mouth, fitting it snugly into a second seal
between his nose and chin and knotting it as tightly as he could behind his
head.  The older man moaned once more into his gag.
 Bill straightened up and smiled down at his helpless companion.  "I
need some more bandannas, sir."
 The captain nodded and looked over at the small chest at the foot
of his cot, where both men knew Bill kept his officer's clothing neatly
stacked and ready.  Bill grinned and crossed to the chest and opened it.
He took out a handful of the big squares of soft cloth and returned to lay
them on the desk.  He had noticed when he first came to serve under him
that his captain had more bandannas and more silk kerchiefs than any of the
several other men he had been orderly to before.  He had soon learned why.
 Working quickly, the younger man shook open and folded into wide
bandages two of the big bandanna handkerchiefs, forming thick swaths of
blue and white cloth.  He tucked one into his waistband and then, holding
the other, he once more sat down on the bigger man's lap.  Neither his cock
nor his captain's had lost any of their rigid arousal.  His captain's stood
up stiff, swollen, slightly curved, with its tip slick with precum and the
orderly's spit, from the older man's lap.  His own stood out at a steeply
upright angle from his crotch, stiff and painful with excitement.  Bill
pressed up close to his bound and gagged superior officer, a sly grin on
his handsome face.  He pushed his own stiff cock against his captain's
equally rigid member and then used the bandanna to bind their privates
together, wrapping the wide, soft bandage around them twice and tying it
off firmly.
 "Mmmmmmph.  Mugummmmmmph."  The captain moaned into his thick gag
as the younger man bound their cocks together and the soft cloth of the
bandanna and the soft skin of his orderly's dick rubbed against his
painfully swollen member.  As he finished knotting the bandanna, Bill took
his and his captain's dicks into his hands and gently began to massage
them, rolling them lightly against each other and stroking his palms one
moment, his fingers the next up and down their lengths.  He smiled as he
did so, looking down into his captain's muffled face, gazing into the man's
tear-filled blue eyes.  The older man strained uselessly at the tight ropes
that held him and moaned and whimpered into his gag, helpless to speed or
slow or in anyway control the way his younger companion forced his
excitement.
 After a little while, Bill found he could gently stimulate his
captain and himself simply by lifting himself up and down an inch or two
from the other man's lap and letting the binding bandanna rub their two
cocks together.  As he did this, he took the bandanna bandage from his
waistband and made as if to bind it over his captain's eyes.  The older man
shook his head slightly, in a hopeless way, knowing he could not prevent
the younger man blindfolding him if he wanted, but Bill smiled at him
tenderly.
 "You like looking, don't you, sir?"
 The other man nodded.  "Umm hmmmmph."  He grunted his agreement
softly into his thick gag.
 Bill nodded in return.  "Me, too.  I like looking at you, sir,
seeing you, really seeing how you're all tied up and gagged up and
helpless.  A big, strong man like you, sir, an officer, and a good one,
sir, you know that, sir, that I think that, sir, and I like that, sir, but
geez, I like having you all tied up like this and gagged, sir," and as he
said the word "gagged" he stressed the word specially.
 "Mmmmmmmm.  Mmmmmmmmmpht.  Mummmmmmmmmph."  The older man whimpered
into his gag, staring up at his orderly, who looked down at him with an
avid and triumphant expression in his dark eyes.  The younger man clasped
himself close against his captain, pressing the man's head against his
chest and bending to kiss the thick gray hair.
 "Migod, sir," he murmured, "migod, I can't tell you how good it
feels to have my captain as my captive, all tied and gagged and helpless."
He pulled back a little and looked into the older man's eyes.  With a sly
smile he said softly, "I'm gonna make you fuck me, sir.  You're all tied
and helpless and gagged, and I know now how much that excites you.  I'm
beginning to think it excites you even more than tying and gagging me did,
and I know how much that got you hot.  So you won't be able to stop me, and
I'm gonna keep you tied and gagged and make you put that sweet dick of
yours up my ass, and pump you till you cum and I cum.  Maybe I'll let you
loose then, but I'll have to give that some thought, sir.  Having you tied
and gagged, sir, all bound up with ropes like this and gagged like this
with your own bandannas, sir, well, I like that so much, I'm not sure I'll
ever be able to let you go.  But we'll worry about that later, sir.  Now
I'm gonna make you fuck me, sort of rape you in reverse, you might say." He
grinned down at the other man, who looked up at him, his eyes wide and
serious above the thick seal of his gag.  A tear spilled from one eye and
ran down his cheek to soak into the tight band of cloth that swathed and
covered the lower half of his handsome face.  Bill bent down and licked the
damp trail the tear had left, tasting the saltiness of it.  Then he
tenderly patted the older man's bandanna-swathed cheek.  "It'll be good,
sir, you'll see."  And he gave their bound cocks, both still stiff and
swollen, a gentle squeeze.
 After a moment more, Bill reached down and carefully unfastened the
bandanna that held their two cocks together.  He used that bandanna to bind
of up his own privates, looping the soft roll around the base of his cock
and balls and knotting it off snugly.  He used the second bandanna from his
waistband to bind his captain's privates in the same way.  Then he slowly
got up and stood looking down at the other man for a little while, gently
stoking the length of his stiff cock.
 The captain stared up at his orderly, completely helpless.  The
rope lashed him tightly into the sturdy chair, tight coils holding his
chest, and arms, and wrists, and thighs, and knees, and ankles.  He looked
as utterly unable to escape as he was, thoroughly and securely bound up.
The wide swath of the bandannas gagging him enveloped the man's strong
jaws, forming a thick, soft swath of blue and white cloth over the whole
lower half of his face and sealing in the huge wad that stuffed his mouth
to overflowing.  No matter how he tried, all the man could do was make low
moans and meaningless grunts into that smothering gag.
 As his captain watched him, wide-eyed above the tight gag, Bill sat
down on the captain's cot and pulled off his boots and socks.  Slipping his
braces off his shoulders, he took off his pants and laid them neatly on the
cot's lower end.  With a grin, he stripped off his longjohns as well, and
they joined his trousers in a neat pile.  Stripped except for his
neckerchief, he stood up and crossed over to where his captain sat bound,
gagged, and helpless.  Immediately he went down on the man, taking the
older officer's stiff prick into his mouth and wetting it heavily with his
spit.  Then he grinned at the other man as he straddled him where he sat
and pressed his backside over the captain's stiff cock.
 "You're gonna fuck me, Captain," he said hoarsely, starring down at
the older man.  The muscles in his thighs strained and bulged with the
effort of holding himself over the other man's lap.
 "Mmmmmmmmph.  Mugummmmmmmmph."  His captain moaned into his huge
gag, looking up at him with anxious eyes.
 Slowly, Bill eased the head of the older man's stiff prick into his
ass, allowing just the slick and swollen tip to penetrate.  Then he placed
his hands on either shoulder of the bound man, holding himself steady above
the other man's lap, allowing the muscles of his hole to get used to the
feel.  The captain moaned behind his gag and strained at his ropes.
 "Feel good, does it, sir?" his orderly whispered.  He was grinning,
but the strain showed in his expression nonetheless, and his voice sounded
hard and unnatural.
 The older man nodded and moaned once more.
 Slowly then, very slowly, Bill eased himself down onto his
officer's prick, allowing the man's cock to penetrate him gradually,
savoring the sensation as the swollen organ filled him up.  Beneath him,
the older man writhed in his bonds, unable to resist trying to push his
cock in more swiftly, but completely unable to do so because he was so
tightly bound.  He moaned again and again into his muffling gag, and
twisted his head from side to side.  At last Bill had taken in as much of
the other man's prick as his position allowed, and he let himself relax a
bit onto the other man's lap.  He slid his hands behind the older man's
back and he leant close to look into his captain's face.
 "Try and fuck me, Captain," he said softly.  The other man stared
at him for a moment, and then he tried to pump his cock in the younger
man's ass.  Bound so tightly into the chair as he was, and pressed down by
the other man's weight as well, he could not move.  He strained and grunted
and strained again, and then slumped down in his ropes, looking up at his
orderly, defeated and helpless.
 Bill nodded, a sly and yet tender smile on his lips.  "See now,
Captain, I'm in command here, aren't I, sir?"
 The older man nodded.
 Bill nodded in return.  Slowly, his eyes on the other man's the
while, he lifted himself up an inch or two, and then he squeezed the man's
swollen dick with the muscles of his asshole.
 "MMMMMPH!"  The captain groaned into his huge gag.
 "See, Captain?"  The orderly smiled wickedly at his superior
office.  "I'm in command.  I've got you all tied up, so you can't move.
And I've got you all gagged up, so you can't talk or yell or give me any
orders.  Not that I mind, usual times.  But now, I'm in command, aren't I?"
He looked down into the older man's blue eyes.  "Aren't I?" he said
harshly, and gave the man's cock a further squeeze.
 "Mmmmmmph!!!"  The older man threw back his head in pleasure and
nodded quickly.
 "And now I'm gonna rape you, Captain."  As he spoke, Bill slowly
began to pump himself up and down on the older man's rigid cock, squeezing
and contracting his muscles as he lifted himself slowly up and down on the
man's lap.  Sweat beaded his brow and the smile on his handsome face was
strained, but he also began to moan in pleasure as he felt his captain's
hard dick rub more and more intensely inside him.  Beneath him, helpless,
tied, and gagged, the older man groaned and whimpered as his rigid cock
grew more and more swollen inside his younger orderly.  His head went back,
and his breath whistled through his nostrils, and he kept up a constant
moan into his tight gag.
 As he maintained the steady pumping on the other man's cock, Bill
watched with bright eyes as his captain grew more and more aroused,
twisting desperately in the ropes that held him tight to his chair and
groaning through his huge gag.  He increased the speed of his movements,
and the older man moaned loudly despite the huge gag, and his eyes went
back in his head.  With a final effort, Bill pumped rapidly up and down
once, twice, three times, four times, and he was rewarded as the older man
suddenly went stiff and then shuddered uncontrollably, moaning frantically
into his gag as he shot his hot jism into the other man's tightly squeezed
ass.  The older man strained at the ropes and practically screamed into his
gag as his climax pumped through him, heightened and concentrated into the
trembling intensity of his spasming cock by his inability to move or yell
aloud.
 As the older man slowly relaxed, Bill shoved himself down onto his
still rigid cock.  With hasty fingers he untied the big bandanna from
around his neck and wrapped it around his own stiff prick and frantically
stroked his cock.  He was already aroused to the very brink by the
sensations of being fucked by his captain and of taking his commanding
officer so forcefully, of having the older man so helpless, so bound and
gagged into utter submission even as he made love to him.  He stared down
at the older man beneath him, who sat exhausted, tied and gagged, and he
jerked off desperately, strangling his cry behind his teeth and pumping his
hot cum into the soft bandanna in blinding climax.  He moaned and grunted
and pumped, twitching on the older man's lap, and almost thrashing himself
off.  With a long, intaken breath, he collapsed against the other man's
broad chest.  For several moments, too drained by his ecstatic climax and
by the sheer strain of his efforts to move, he simply lay there, trying to
bring his breathing under control.  Then he slowly eased himself up,
resting his arms heavily on the other man's wide shoulders.  He found his
captain looking up at him, his eyes moist, his expression tender above the
cruel gag.
 Clumsily, Bill loosened the knot in the outer bandanna and used it
to wipe his captain's sweaty forehead and cheeks.  Then he loosened the
next bandanna, the one with the second handkerchief folded into its middle,
and let it fall away.  There remained the cinch, tied so tightly around the
older man's head, and he loosened that and pulled it from between his
captain's teeth.  With gentle fingers, he reached inside and drew the huge
wad of the gag from the man's mouth.  His captain swallowed, and worked his
jaws, and swallowed again.  He tried to speak, but his mouth was too dry.
Bill bent down and kissed him, working his own saliva into the older man's
mouth and swishing his tongue gently over the man's lips, his teeth, the
inside of his cheeks.  He drew back, and let the man work his jaws once
more, and then he kissed the man again, pressing his lips hard against the
other man's mouth.  Finally he broke the kiss and looked down at his
superior officer.
 "Bill ," the older man said, and then he stopped.  He swallowed and
seemed unable to go on.
 "Are you all right, sir?" his orderly asked softly.
 The older man looked up to meet his anxious gaze.  He nodded, but
even as he did so, tears spilled slowly from his eyes.  He shook his head
in a bewildered way.  "I've never, I mean, no man's ever--" Again he
stopped.  He took a deep breath.  "No man's ever done that to me, son,
never."
 Bill stroked the other man's disheveled gray hair gently.  "Are you
all right, sir?" he asked again.
 The captain looked up at him.  "I dunno, son.  I just dunno.  Oh
yes, oh yes, I do know.  It's just--" He gave a strangled chuckle as he
spoke and looked sidelong at his orderly.  "I mean, I think --I think I'm
getting--real attached to you, son.  Real attached."
 Bill tightened his arms around the other man.  "What's so wrong
about that, sir?" He smiled as he bent and kissed the top of the other
man's head.  "I've been real attached to you for a long time now.  It's not
so bad, I promise you."  He stroked the older man's hair.  "Don't you
worry, sir.  You and me will work it out, I promise you."
 
Copyright 1999 David W. Brown