Marching Orders Pt. 05 – Finale by crewcuttheclown
Dive into the thrilling conclusion of “Marching Orders Pt. 05 – Finale” by crewcuttheclown, where passion and tension reach their peak. Join our complex characters as they navigate desire, love, and the challenges that come with it. Get ready for an exhilarating journey you won’t want to miss!
*Note: This story is a direct continuation of Part 4. The other parts work pretty well as stand-alone stories but you might want to read Part 4 before you read this one. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.*
Scott approached the address in his phone with a strange mix of excitement and resignation. He wasn’t sure what was in store, but he knew that he would go along with whatever it was. The home he arrived at had a driveway that led to the backyard which he steered into according to the instructions in the text that had brought him here. As soon as Scott pulled his car into the backyard, Ray appeared and slid a tall wooden fence closed behind it. The driveway ended in a well-kept yard of grass, newly green at the beginning of Spring. In the left corner of the yard there stood a shed that looked a bit like a guest house. That is probably where it will happen, Scott thought. Chest pounding, he got out of his car and walked over to the edge of the grass where Ray was standing.
“Clothes,” was all Ray said.
Scott looked around the yard for a moment. There was a privacy fence and shrubbery that should conceal what might go on back here. Wordlessly resolute, Scott got undressed. With his clothes left discarded in the car, his bare feet on the cement of the driveway, and the April sun shining down on his naked body, the major waited for Ray to tell him what to do next. A feeling of shame pricked at him but, he needed this. Ray reached into his pocket and pulled out the symbol of their falling out: jockstrap that was definitely not intended for sports. It was black with spaghetti thin straps and the pouch would just barely cover Scott’s genitals. Ray held it out, dangling off his index finger. Scott took the skimpy jockstrap and after working out how to get it on, slid it up his legs and into place. It fit him perfectly, but somehow, he felt even more naked. It spite of himself, the pouch holding his cock and balls in place started to get tighter.
“Get on your knees,” Ray said.
Scott didn’t think this would happen out in the open like this, but he did as he was told. He was right.
“We’re going into that shed over there,” Ray told the rapt man on knees. “Crawl.”
Scott swallowed hard and leaned forward. Blades of freshly cut grass pressed into Scott’s palms as he placed them on the ground to get on all fours. He started to crawl. The grass grazed his knees as he slowly crept towards the shed and he couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes on him. Ray followed behind, watching the glute and back muscles working. When Scott finally completed his humiliating trek he sat back on his haunches and waited for Ray to open the door.
“Good boy,” Ray said, as Scott, now truly feeling the humiliation, desperately wanted to get inside.
He didn’t have to wait long. Ray opened the door for him and Scott quickly scuttled across the threshold. He was expecting a mostly empty shed with perhaps a bit of lawn equipment. Inside, it was well lit and furnished with a mattress, a couch, and several chairs, none of which were empty.
“Holy shit, he actually did it!” exclaimed one of the three other men Scott was shocked to find inside.
Scott sucked in a deep breath and looked back at Ray. Ray shut the door, walked to the center of the room, and faced Scott as the three men stood up.
“Whatever I say, right?” Ray said. “Come suck my dick.”
Scott looked down at the floor, feeling the eyes of four different men on him. His chest pounded and his face was hot. But he started, once again, to crawl. He crawled until his eyes met Ray’s sneakers and then looked up to a face that was like a statue, showing no emotion. Scott drew up to waist level and reached for the button of Ray’s black cotton shorts. He unzipped them slowly, not to tease or to increase anticipation, but because he was trying to process what was happening. Still, his hand’s slipped inside the zipper hole to find the thick, meaty cock that he craved so badly. Ray wasn’t wearing any underwear. He never did. Scott pulled it out.
“Damn Ray, I knew you were packin’ heat,” said one of the men to Scott’s left. Ray smirked. Scott blocked out the thought of the other men, and put his mouth on Ray’s cock. It was semi-erect and it hardened as the warm, talented mouth worked up and down the length of it. He closed his eyes and opened his throat, taking it in until he had to suppress a loud gagging noise. Pushing forward, Scott took the entirety of Ray’s impressive manhood down his throat.
The other men were entertained and they let it be known. Scott didn’t know what to make of them but he couldn’t block them out anymore. They came closer. He looked up at Ray.
“They’re not just here to watch,” he said.
Scott finally brought himself to look over at them. One was stocky with dirty blonde hair and looked absolutely giddy. Scott didn’t recognize him but he remembered the other two from previous run ins. Robbie, an Italian fellow and a muscular black man who Ray referred to as “Sarge”. Those two’s cocks were out and they were stroking each other’s erections. Scott locked eyes with Sarge, looked at the hard cock poking out of his jeans and then back up to his face. Sarge must have taken that as an invite. He walked over and stood next to Ray and to Scott’s surprise, stroked the back of his head gently. His hands were big and something about this gesture relaxed the tension Scott was feeling. And… this guy was hot. Scott would have been lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t attracted. That he hadn’t wanted to know what this man thought about watching Ray fuck him. He reached over and grabbed the second cock that was just inches from his face and took it into his mouth.
He was hungry now. Lust trumped shame every time and Scott took it down as far as he could before coming up for air. The two other men walked over, cocks out. They were all in his face now and he took them into his hands and then his mouth one by one. He went back and forth with them. They grabbed his head and shoved their cocks down his throat. They slapped their cocks against his face when they weren’t in his mouth. Scott could have been finished them all off this way but Ray had other ideas.
“Get over there,” Ray said, pointing to the roll out bed. “All fours. And take that off.” He said pointing to the jock that Scott had been forced to wear.
Scott stood up and dropped it to the floor, exposing his full erection. There was no way he could pretend he wasn’t enjoying this now. Then men watched him. Ray and the one he’d called Sarge were silent while the other two made lewd comments.
The bed was a thin mattress covered with a black sheet and framed by thick, metal tubing. The mattress was soft on his knees as he got into position, but he could feel the cold metal against his shins. His feet dangled off the edge and he waited on his hands and knees for what would what was coming next.