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“Get a move on, Captain Richards. You’ve already made me waste a lot of time. If you keep this up, you’re really going to piss me off. And believe me, you don’t want to get me pissed off. If you remember, I’m the one who has anger management issues."

"GGGFUCKINMMSWWABBIEE! MMCOURMARGGGHTIALFORMU!"

The stud captain tried to twist away from me once again. I had one arm wrapped around his chest, holding him close to my body. I put my free hand between his legs and squeezed, hard. His gagged howls were music to my ears. Strange that he hadn’t learned that every time he struggled, I was going to do the same thing. One would almost think that he liked it. I knew that I liked it – I could feel myself becoming as hard as rock as I pressed myself against the Captain’s muscular butt while I squeezed his nuts. Oh yeah, this was great. Someone said that revenge was a dish better eaten cold, but this revenge was going to be red hot. I didn’t care what they did to me afterwards – I had Captain Richards under my control, and I was going to enjoy every minute of the time we spent together. The Captain might have a different view of things, but I didn’t care. I had spent enough time in the brig – what difference would a few more years make? That is, if they caught me.

"GGGUMMGONNAMBBEINSUCHMMBIGMMFUCKINGMMTROUBLE!"

"Oh yeah, Captain. I know – but right now you’re in a lot of trouble yourself. Now get down those fucking steps. Oh, you want a little more ball squeezing? OK, you’ll give what you want!"

"GGGGGMMMMMAHHHHHH!"

I finally managed to get Captain Richards down the stairs and to the hideout that I had prepared. I was sweating buckets by this time – hauling the Captain around was hard work, and combining that with my rampant lust was a sure recipe for sweat. The Captain made one last break for it. I slammed my fist into his stomach, knocking him backward into the chair that I had brought down into the cellar. He threw his head back and howled through his gag. He was making a lot of noise for someone who had his mouth stuffed and taped.

"How do you like those socks, Captain? I wore for them a week just for you! I bet they’re nice and tasty."

The Captain shot me an evil look and mumbled something through his gag.

"Sorry Captain Richards, sir. I couldn’t understand you. You’ll have to speak up."

"GGGMMFUCKYOU!"

"Tsk tsk, Captain. Is that the way you were trained to talk to your subordinates at Annapolis? "

Richards roared through his gag and sprang out of the chair. A knee to his groin subdued him quickly enough. I whipped out more rope out of my pocket and tied it around his legs and his ankles. I didn’t want him wandering around while I went back to his car. I had a few goodies in trunk that I needed to collect. It had been impossible to carry them while I was lugging the Captain around.

It took me just a couple of minutes to get what I needed, but I paused at the top of the stairs when I returned, to take in the comedy that was being enacted below me. I had to admit the Captain had guts. It was funny though, to watch him as he tried to escape. Funny and arousing. I was rubbing my crotch as I saw him heave himself out of the chair. For a moment he teetered – I was afraid that he was going to fall over and smash his face into the concrete floor. That was something that I didn’t want to happen – I wanted the stud in one piece. He managed to regain his balance and started shuffling across the floor. I had left just a bit of slack in the rope binding his ankles, and this allowed him to mince along, very slowly. I had to bite tongue to stop myself from laughing out loud. How I wished that I had this on camera, but I wasn’t that stupid. There was no way that I was going to leave around incriminating evidence like that. If I played my cards right, I could have my cake and eat it too. I could hear the Captain panting and groaning through his gag. I bet that that sock tasted foul. I hadn’t been kidding the captain; I had been wearing that sock for a week. Its mate was in my bag of goodies, along with a pair of boxers that I had worn for the same period of time. I wanted to give Richards a variety of gags, and these would be perfect. Finally, I tired of the charade.

"Hey, Captain! Planning on going somewhere?"

The Captain turned and stared at me. If looks could kill I would have dropped down on the spot. He snarled something inaudible through his gag.

"Temper, temper, Captain. If you’re not careful I might think that you have an anger management problem, just like me. And that wouldn’t be a good thing, would it? Now, here’s the deal, Captain Richards, SIR! I’m going to untie you, and then you are going to do exactly what I tell you to do. If you disobey me in the smallest way, I’ll blow out one of your kneecaps, or maybe I’ll take out your balls. You know I’m an excellent shot. Do we have deal?"

I could see fire spitting out of Richards’ eyes. He really hated not being in control, especially when one of his lowliest subordinates was the one giving him orders. Finally he grunted and nodded his head.

"Good move, Captain, good move. OK, now that I’ve untied you, I want you to strip. Take it all off, Captain, nice and slow."

"GGMFUCKMUUPUNK! GGNNOWAYMMIM…"

"Captain, I thought we had a deal. Is it going to be your balls or your clothes? "

Reluctantly Richards started removing his clothes. I nearly blew on the spot as he undid his shirt and pulled off his white undershirt. Then came his shoes and socks. Finally he unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers.

"EVERYTHING! Don’t stop there!"

Finally my prize stood in front, trying to cover his genitals with his hands.

"Tut tut, that won’t do, Captain. Let me see those family jewels of yours. Oh nice, very nice indeed. Now turn around and put your hands behind you."

My tongue was practically dragging on the floor as I quickly tied Richards’ hands behind him. I added a little extra, almost bursting out of my trousers as he grunted while I tied some rope around his genitals. He was going to be getting a lot more than that before I was finished with him. This was just a prelude. The poor bastard had no idea what was going to happen to him.

"Now let me sit you down again, and get you more comfortable. We wouldn’t want you falling on the floor and hurting yourself, would we?"

I stood back and surveyed my captive Captain. He looked incredibly hot, sitting there all roped up, his legs spread wide and tied to the legs of the chair. There was just one thing missing though – something that I was going to rectify in short order.

"AAAGGGRRRRHHHHH!"

"There, that’s much better isn’t it. Hmmm, that’s strange, Captain. You’re all tied and gagged and I’m yanking on this rope around your cock and balls and you’ve got an enormous woody!"

I couldn’t help myself. I fell to my knees and in front of him and started playing with him. He moaned and groaned, grunted and squirmed, but he couldn’t get away from me. And strangely enough, the more I played with him, the harder he seemed to get. I stood up and took off my own clothes and then very slowly I put on Captain Richards uniform. I took a good sniff before I donned his undershirt and boxers. Oh yeah, he had managed to work up quite a sweat while he struggled. I quickly put on the rest of the uniform and then stood in front of him, taunting him.

"Hey, how do I look, Captain? I guess I’m really in control here!"

"GGGGFUCKYOU! GGMMGONNNAMMWHIPURAAASSSS….AGGGHHH!"

I tugged on the end of the rope dangling from the pipe, the rope that was tied around Richards cock and balls. He yelled and lurched in the chair. This was getting better and better. I could see that he was gushing pre-cum by the gallon. It really did seem as if he was enjoying himself. I slapped a piece of tape over his eyes – there was no need for him to see when I was going to yank on that rope. It would be much more fun if the pressure came as a surprise to him. Then I hunkered down again and started working on that big piece of Navy meat. I was going to have lots and lots of fun with my Captain.

The End

Captain Richards played by Stu

Photography By Caitiff