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Becoming The CO

By: Sandy_Fox



It's getting warmer. If it keeps up it might even break the zero mark today, I thought, as I entered the key code for the big blast door. 

I didn't know what had caused it to happen, but daily evidence was always there - gray snow in August; a constant "dirtiness" on everything; giant salt-water lakes hundreds of miles from the nearest ocean. Whatever had caused the change had happened 22 years earlier and had been catastrophic. The Yellowstone Caldera, the Hawaiian Islands, hell, the entire Yucatan peninsula all gone. Millions of people killed in huge volcanic eruptions. Massive tsunamis decimated millions more. The continual winter, caused by the ash and dust, had just about wiped out everything else. 

Not my problem, I thought for the thousandth time, as the door swung open on its huge hinges.

It had felt good to get out and hunt. Two days of being around tears and sad faces was as much as I could take. Now that I was The CO, I was going to put a stop to it and claim my rightful place. Tonight. 

I mean, he's dead... nothing we can do about it, is there? I mused as the huge door swung open wide enough to drive three trucks through. That is if trucks still ran. It was plenty wide enough for my horse drawn sledge on which rode the gutted carcass of the elk I has shot. 

After stopping long enough to enter the code to close the blast door, I led my horse to the stable area, unloaded the elk carcass and went down the steps to the living area where my mother and sisters waited. Yeah, Dear Ole Mom, but not for much longer, I ruminated as I felt myself getting hard from the thought of her.

I knew that dealing with the repercussions of all that had happened had been difficult for my mother. She had been born and educated before it occurred so it had been much more traumatic for her. 

Nevertheless, in reality, my mother was one of the very luck few who had survived. She had been the daughter of the Commanding Officer or CO of this place. During the years when there were still enough starving people to riot and later, when there were the roving bands of savages, she had been protected and safe. Yeah, safe and sound with Daddy, I sneered to myself.

I put my things in the storage room and went down the hall to the living area. Taking a fresh jug of Dad's – no, I immediately corrected myself – Bob's corn liquor I went and sat down in the kitchen and proceeded to take several big swallows from the jug. The liquor was very potent and made me more relaxed than I had felt since Dad – no, damn it – Bob died two days ago. I figured that if a few swallows were good a few more would be better. Then I had several more. By the time my mother entered the kitchen to prepare lunch I was drunk.

"My God, Peter just what do you think you're doing? Put that jug away and go to your room until you sleep it off, young man," my mother scolded. 

I looked at her through gimlet eyes and said nothing. At twenty, I was a several inches taller than my mother, but she was still a statuesque woman. Not as thin as my sister, my mother had a lush figure and beautiful long auburn hair that went well with her light complexion and green eyes. 

She couldn't have picked a worse time to start her usual ravings. The alcohol in my system had released the inhibitions that had kept my anger in check. Anger at my "father" and mother. Anger that had been brewing for the last three days. 

Then she spoke the fateful words, "What would your father say!" 

I leapt from my chair and screamed "Don't you dare call him my father again." Completely overcome by my anger, I seethed, "He told me, damn it. I talked to him for hour's before he died, remember? He told me everything!" 

My mother let out a slight gasp, turned deathly pale and meekly asked, "what exactly did he tell you?" 

Embolden by her change of demeanor, I pushed my mother against the kitchen wall, holding her there with hands on each of her shoulders. "He told me everything. He told me that my real father was your own Daddy. That you were in your Daddy's bed the day after your own mother died! He told me that after dear old Dad, you stayed in The CO's bed, only it was with dear ol' brother Bob now, wasn't it?"

"And now Maggie," I said, using my mother's given name for the first time in my life, "you're still going to be in The CO's bed." Grabbing my mother's face with my hand, I stuck my face directly in front of hers and growled "And who is The CO now, Maggie?" 

"You are" Maggie murmured while keeping her eyes lowered. "And what are you?" I snarled. "I'm one of The...The... CO's women. One of your women" she stuttered, even more quietly.

Driven by my rising lust, I moved my face the remaining few inches and deeply kissed Maggie's lips as my hand moved downward from her chin to fondle one of her full round breasts. Surprisingly, Maggie didn't resist. 

Still drunk enough to want to elicit some form of a fight, I moved my hand further downward and cupped her sex through the folds of her dress and said "Good. Have Megan fix lunch. You and I are going into the bedroom so that you can show me that you truly believe what you just said!"

Maggie never lifted her eyes to look at me nor did she say a word, as I took her arm and guided her down the hallway towards the master bedroom. 

Half way down the hallway, Maggie stopped. Speaking through the open doorway in front of her, she said to my sister, "Megan, please go and prepare lunch." 

Like every other girl that had just turned 18, Megan always felt put upon and responded "But Mother, I'm busy! Why can't you do it?" 

With remarkable calm, Maggie responded, "Because your brother wants me to be with him in the bedroom for a bit. Now go do as you were told!" With this said, Maggie strode without apparent reservations, towards the master bedroom. 

Her resolve broke right before she stepped through the door. She stopped and turned to me, putting one of her delicate hands on my cheek, and gently said "Peter, please... you don't have to do this to prove that you're in charge here. I'll move my things out and move in all of yours here into the master bedroom... and everything can then continue like always." 

Even a day ago this might have worked. If she had come to me right after Bob's death, the anger in me wouldn't have had a chance to fester. As it was, the mixture of anger and lust, precluded any sympathy. 

"You have exactly two minutes to get in that room and remove your clothes or I will rip them off of you where you stand!" I said in a voice much calmer than I felt.

Maggie blanched at the threat. Without a further word, she went into the master bedroom and began to disrobe.

I followed her in, closing the door as I watched her work the buttons on the front of her dress. I quickly pulled off my shirt and pants and sat on the bed; watching her undress. She let the dress slip from her body and pool around her feet. 

She glared angrily at me as she slide the straps of her bra off her shoulders and said, "I know you think of me as a whore for sleeping with my father, Peter. But it wasn't like what you think. That first night with my father was rape. A plain, simple rape. The night following my mother's death, my father drugged me and took me to his bed where he repeatedly raped me. He kept me there by threats and coercion for the next few weeks, as well!" 

"Fine, the first few weeks, were based on threats, coercion and rape. That still doesn't explain why you stayed in his bed after that and it sure doesn't explain why you immediately became dear brother Bob's lover!" I snidely responded, as I rose and stood in front of her. 

As she blushed and lowered her eyes, I saw the anger drain from her now bare, beautiful shoulders. "No, it doesn't" she whispered.

"The truth of the matter is I wanted the sex. I discovered that I needed the sex. It was almost as if I had become addicted to it. I was pregnant with you, by then. Plus, I felt safe. I felt cared for. I can't tell you how good it felt to be safe in a man's arms. Even if those arms belonged to my own father! When he died, I was devastated. Bob came that first night just to comfort me, but, like you he was The CO and after holding me for a short while he demanded and received his rights. You're correct. I never left this bed. Bob simply replaced my father from that first night on and I was glad of it," she meekly said as she began softly sobbing against my chest.

My anger quickly disappeared as I put my arms around her and pulled her close. Her sobs increased as she put her arms around me, as well, and pressed her warm, soft body against mine. "And now I've come to this," she sobbed, "my own son is going to take me as his lover... and I want him too." 

Sliding my hands lower, I finished removing her bra and then slid her panties off, as well. Lifting my soon to be lover in my arms, I carried my beautiful treasure to the bed and laid her gently down. I stood there for a moment admiring Maggie's beauty. Her auburn hair, green eyes, ivory skin. Her taut nipples perched atop full, round breasts. Her flat stomach leading to the thick tufts of pubic hair trying unsuccessful to conceal her glistening, wet pussy. 

After I pushed my tented underwear from my body, Maggie opened her arms, as I climbed into our bed for the first time.

I'll never adequately explain the wonder of our first time together. We kissed. We caressed. She taught. I learned.

Positioning my hips between Maggie's upraised knees, I gazed down into lust-glazed eyes. 

Maggie wrapped her arms around me and she whispered, "I imagine Bob didn't tell you that he was unable to achieve an erection for the last two years, did he?" She continued as I slid my unbelievable hard erection into her warm, loving, wetness, "God, Peter... it's been sooo good... I'm glad I'm so wet because... ummm, your much larger than the others... ooohhh, I've never felt so full... yes... ooohhh, yeeess!"

I began to slowly drive in and out of her slick pussy. I reveled in the feel of each passionate stroke. My hands kneaded her luscious breasts. My teeth sought and found her erect nipples. My lips ravished her lovely face, exquisite neck and beautiful shoulders. Soon, she lay gasping beneath me. Her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. Even when I lost all control and began to hammer my cock hard into her pussy, she met me stroke for stroke. 

After numerous smaller orgasms, I could tell that one was building up within her as she said, "Pet... er... ummph... I'm at... ummm... at my... most fertile... time... if you cum... ummmh... in me... I'll get... pregnant..." as the tidal wave of her orgasm crashed down - triggering my own. I recall think that it was just as well that I had intended to fill her with my seed. Her arms and legs were so tightly wrapped around me that I couldn't have withdrawn, even if I had wanted. 

Becoming The Dog



Well I was living with my cousin in upstate Michigan, and was very bored, and tired of having so little to do. I knew I had been submissive all my life and used to always be the Indian in Cowboys and Indians so I could get stripped and tied up by the Cowboys and Cowgirls. 

The only thing to do around here, (I thought) was hunt deer in the fall, so there were some clearings in the woods where some neighbors and us had planted clover to get the deer in.

I took the ATV and headed to the out back to a one acre clearing. Shortly after I got there, two neighbors showed up to check it out too, and visit. 

They were Roy and Cleo two black guys who had a hunting cabin on 40 acres near my cousin's 350 acres. Really pretty good guys, I always enjoyed talking and drinking with them. Oddly enough they didn't have their dog Molly with them. They told me Molly had stayed back in the city where they worked.

So we talked and they produced a bottle out of their coveralls and we hit the bottle for a while.

Soon, I was feeling real good.

Then the talk turned to; too bad we didn't have Molly to play fetch with and let run. For some reason, I gave out a howl.

Roy looked at me and said: "Hey I got and idea. Us two can have a dog to play with." and they looked at me.

I said: "Just what do you mean?"

"Well," he said, "Why don't you get down and be the dog? 

You know, just for fun." he continued,

"Get down on your hands and knees, and be our dog."

He handed me another swig of inhibition reducer, and I got a hot feeling in my stomach I kinda thought it was a hot idea.

I really couldn't think of any reason not to do it, but didn't want to give in too easily.

"Naw, I couldn't (not wouldn't) do that."

"Sure you can. Just for fun. Here, I even have a hunting collar you can wear." 

He pulled a collar out of his pocket and actually put it around my neck. Now, just why that seemed to make things better, I don't know, but I felt myself slipping into compliance.

Cleo now put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a light push down. I went to my knees. And damn I was feeling good.

Then a slight push forward and I was on my hands and knees, doggy style. "Good boy, good boy.", Roy said, and patted my head.

They tossed a stick out a couple of feet and said "Fetch boy."

I fetched. Picking it up in my mouth and then turning around and brining it back.

They tossed it out again, farther this time, "Fetch boy!".

"Now, come now.", I started to say, when wham! I was hit with a shock to my neck from the training collar. I hadn't realized it was a shock collar.

"HEY! Stop!" WHAM another shock.

"Dogs don't talk." Roy said.

I shut up.

"Good boy." he said again, and for some reason, I was glad to get the compliment. 

They tossed the stick a few more times, then pretended to shoot some ducks, and I went out and fetched the pretend ducks. I really don't know why I was getting so caught up in this game but, I was. Well we played around and they had me doing some tricks, sitting up to beg, and roll over and get scratched behind the ear.

"I've been thinking. What else don't dogs do?" asked Cleo,,,,,,,,,,

"Wear shoes."

"Take off your shoes." Roy said.

Roy standing there holding that collar convinced me not to protest, and so I sat around, and removed my shoes.

"Off with the shirt too, boy."

I peeled off my shirt.

"Now, kneel over."

I got back on my hands and knees.

"Undo you belt too."

I did, and Roy took the waist of my pants and underpants and pulled them down; and off! 

I was now naked, as a dog should be. They noticed my hard cock, and pointed out that I must be excited to be their dog. (I was).

"Now fetch that stick, boy." Roy said. 

I crawled off and fetched the stick.

We spent the next half hour humiliating me with all kinds of doggie tricks, and my hard cock showed that I wasn't displeased with the workout. 

Occasionally they would offer to give me a belly rub, and I would roll on my back and get my belly tickled and then some strokes to my hard cock.It felt so good and I was getting turned on and really submissive to these two men. 

There was no resistance left on my part.

They had pulled out another bottle and were drinking that and giving me drinks which easily kept me compliant. My head was swimming and I was surprisingly turned on.

Then Roy needed to take a piss, he pulled out his cock, and pissed. I looked at his cock, and was strangely turned on, even more. Roy walked over to me and told me to kneel up. I knelt up and his cock was right in front of my face.

"Speak dog, tell me how you like the looks of this cock."

"It is just fine. I like the look of your cock" I said, a hot feeling in my gut. I was sealing my fate.

"How would you like it down your throat?"

Damn, a thrill went through me, my cock started to twitch my brain went numb, I couldn't say no. I couldn't say anything.

I guess I did want that cock.

I couldn't allow myself to do that though. I knew that it wasn't something a normal man would do. 

I tried to say no, I tried to say I didn't want that, BUT, my mouth opened. No words came out. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't tell him no.

My open mouth was an invitation to Roy and his cock. Roy's cock came forward, it came forward to my mouth.

His cock invaded my mouth, my head was swimming, my guts felt hot, my cock was hard and it felt strangely good.

"Damn!" Cleo proclaimed, "I never thought that would really happen, I'm going to want a turn too.".

Roy replied; "I told you, I knew this boy could be had, we could turn him into our bitch."

Hearing that my cock twitched again, and it felt great, it felt like it was one stroke from cumming.

My head swirled.

My head was swimming, here I was, just a short time ago a manly stud, out checking my hunting spot, and now, I am naked, on my knees with a big black hard cock in my mouth, and my cock sticking out showing how much I liked it.

I felt submissive, I felt humiliated, I felt great, I was sucking a hard black cock and another cock was going to be ready soon. Cleo had taken his cock out and was slowly stroking it.

Two superior, black men were using me, and it felt all right, it felt like it was what I was meant for.

I sucked down on Roy's cock and he stroked it in and out of my mouth. He reached forward and held my head so he could put some good strong deep strokes into me.

His cock stroked deep into my now willing mouth, pushing back into my throat, gagging me, causing me to drool all over my chin and down onto my chest.

Cleo was going nuts watching this, slowly stroking his fine cock.

Cleo stroked his cock and Roy fucked my mouth until Cleo finally said, "Roy, man, get out of that mouth for a minute. I'm about to blow my load, and I want a soft sucking mouth to finish in."

Roy pulled out and said "Here it is, use it, fuck it, dump your load in it."

Cleo came over and rammed his hard cock into my sucking mouth. He stroked in and out big long hard strokes of cock into my mouth, and jamming my throat. I gagged and drooled around the big, hard, black cock in my sucking mouth.

Cleo fucked my face for only about a minute and then moaned and grunted, and held my head still as he gave my mouth some short, quick strokes AND THEN: his cock pulsed in my mouth and dumped a load of hot cum into my mouth and throat. 

"OH DAMN, YES, OH, THAT'S GREAT WHAT A GREAT COCKSUCKING!!!"

His cock was still shooting as he felt weaker and then his cock pulled back so just the head was in my mouth and then he pulled out running drool and cum down my chin and unto my chest and actually on my cock.

AND DAMN, my cock started squirting all on it's own......



I knelt there, cock twitching and dribbling out cum, I shook and shivered and felt fantastic.

Roy exclaimed, "WOW! He shot off just from sucking your cock, he never touched his cock, what a show"!

I was still shaking, and just starting to come down from a high of cocksucking, and cumming myself.

Roy came over and took my head and rammed his hard cock into my cum coated mouth. He started to pump in and out of my mouth and ram into my throat. Roy was spreading the remaining cum all around my mouth, as he used it to pleasure his big hard black cock.

I just knelt there, being used, still my mind was mellowed out and swirling from my previous face fucking. As I regained reality, I was so aware of that cock as it used my mouth, as it fucked my face.

In and out it stroked, I sucked down on it, sucking squeezing that cock in my mouth, as it used me for just a hole for pleasure. Roy stroked and pushed past my tonsils and into my throat.

My cock started to get hard again as I knelt there submissively being used.

With Roy's cock stroking my mouth, cum and spit, drooled out and down my chin and joining the sticky mess already on my chest. I had neither strength nor the will to do anything but kneel there in front of this powerful black man, that was obviously, now, my master. A superior man, who would be able to do anything to me, use me in any way as his pleasure toy. 

Then he rammed his cock in all the way, and said something, I was so lost in my servitude I didn't process what he said. 

"I SAID, stick out your tongue, and lick my balls." 

I got it that time, gagging on cock, I strained forward deeper on that cock and stuck out my tongue and licked his balls. Then I had to pull back to get air, I sucked in air, but right away he pulled my head back down that cock and my I licked his balls again. Gaged on cock and licking his balls to please him, anything to please. And once again my cock was rock hard. I was drooling, my eyes watered I gaged, I couldn't breath, but I suffered and licked balls.

Then Roy started to really stroke and fuck my mouth. Ramming in and out fucking for all he had. Cock sliding in my slippery mouth and into my throat. He fucked, I gagged and sucked. Sucked like his cock was a gift of life.

Then he groaned, "OOHHOO yes, YES!, damn this is good, OOHHOOH, I'm going to cum! OH YEAH!, I'm going to cum and give our dog a juicy treat!"

Then he fucked my mouth as cum shot out of his cock, he fucked in my mouth, shooting cum and spreading it all around in my mouth. I was again drooling, slobbering out cum and spit down my chin and unto my chest and protruding cock. Then he rammed deep and was injecting cum right down my throat into me.