BAGGING THE BERETS

PROLOGUE:

Thank God for 'esprit de corps'!

But, let me start this from the beginning. I'm a middle-aged guy in my late thirties--ok 39 and just shy of 40. All right 41. Good build and not bad looking but definitely only a high 6 or low 7 on the hot scale. So what are my chances of scoring on some real hunky young studs in prime physical condition right? Well, pretty good it seems if you also happen to be a trained expert on the subject of morale in fighting men and you get tagged by the army to do a survey on berets.

Right now you're thinking a survey on berets; but that's what started it all honest. You see the army wanted to let all its troops wear black berets but that created a holy row with the it's elite rangers squad. Seems they had always worn them as a sign of their distinction and they really objected to letting everyone wear them. The old war chestnut: "it will ruin the morale of our guys and it hurts our 'esprit de corps' etec."

So the brass rushes out and hires someone to meet with selected men in service and conduct 'in depth' interviews in order to ascertain if morale will suffer. Yep, that someone turned out to be me!

So I decide right then that here was my chance to sexually score on some of Uncle Sam's hottest nephews. No I didn't think that my educational profession would be the key to getting inside their uniforms. No, my luck is that I learned how to hypnotize when I was an undergraduate. I hadn't used it since college and, even then, only once with this hunky gay bigoted gymnast to whom I showed the real meaning of the term 'the pummel horse' and 'the leg splits'. Damn he was fun! After I'd properly trained him in how to please a man I did some additional mental rewiring. Last I'd heard he'd run off with this transvestite and was busy playing housewife in Wyoming. But, that is another story.

So anyway I told my employers that I would need to interview at least one soldier from each of the units currently wearing berets to test correctly: Airborne unit (maroon beret), Special Forces (green beret) and, from and the Rangers (black beret). I also told them that the soldiers would have to be their best guys in peak physical condition. Athletes preferred because they had the best self-confidence and thus would insure the survey would be valid. They never questioned me for a second so, over the next week, I received and selected three 'subjects' from relevant personnel files & photos that were provided by each unit. I made my choices then arranged to meet my three test 'subjects':

Kevin:

Stats: 22yrs old, 6'1'', 32w, 205 lbs., brown hair- green eyes, Nebraska, Lance Corporal, Special Forces.

Barry:

Stats: 25 yrs old, 5'11', 31w, 190lbs, black hair-blue eyes, Alabama, Sgt.,

Airborne.

Scotty:

Stats: 26 yrs old, 6', 32w, 185lbs, blonde hair- brown eyes, California, Lt., Rangers.

I 'had' my studs! Now let me tell you how each one got 'bagged'.

When Kevin walked into my office that day I could barely conceal my excitement. His picture had not done him justice. He was a stunner. I knew, from his profile, that he had been a champion wrestler in college but seeing that muscular body up close was an eye opener. His sculpted chest strained against the cotton shirt he wore and his khaki pants revealed a nice basket. I knew I'd soon get to see what it held!

"I was told to report sir," he replied in sexy deep voice that held a slight trace of a flat Midwestern accent. He sat down across from me, pulled a green beret from the back of his pants pocket and, placed it on the nearby table.

"Do you always carry that?" I asked.

He looked at the beret then me, "Pretty much all the time. Feel naked without it." His handsome face broke out in a smile.

"Ah yes corporal," I started to state as I imagined that prospect. I was about to comment further but was quickly interrupted.

"That'sLanceCorporal sir," he corrected in a firm voice that held a hint of youthful arrogant pride.

"Sorry", I said sounding apologetic. Okay, I thought, I'll soon break you of that boy. "Lance Corporal, I assume you know why you are here correct?" I stated in a businesslike tone.

"I've been told you are investigating morale sir. " he responded crisply.

" Let me state sir that Special Forces have high morale sir." A smug smile came to his handsome face.

There was that subtle arrogance. I gazed at him for a second. Time to make my move. "Good, then Lance Corporal lets start the experiment", I stated in a matter of fact manner.

He looked at me for a second and hesitated, "experiment.... they didn't tell me anything about...listen."

Now I interrupted, " Lance Corporal you were told to assist me in my job." I said briskly.

"Well ...yes." He mumbled .He had been thrown by my request. I moved quickly before he decided to ask what I had in mind or seek a delay so he could ask his superiors for further instructions.

"Then assist me!" I firmly answered knowing his training to follow orders would be the key to his submission at this juncture. " I was assured by your superiors I'd have full compliance. Do I get it? "I barked.

He looked at me still trying to decide. I pushed for broke.

" I was told that you were sent here under orders to assist me. You just confirmed that you were so instructed correct", I stated sharply in a no nonsense tone.

"Well ....yes... but experiment?" he replied reluctantly.

"Do YOU intend to defy your orders?" I replied gravely giving emphasis on the word 'you' to signify to him that he stood alone in his actions.

"No sir.... I... ugh.... will...comply with orders". He looked art me with barely concealed dislike. He had been outflanked and he knew it. Round one to me.

"Alright," I responded with a smile. "Now if you will stare at this screen." I stated professionally as I directed his attention to a sidewall where I had set up a projector. He turned to look at the screen while I closed the lights in the room and pressed the projector button. The screen filled with a swirling vortex. He looked over at me for a second; I raised my eyebrow. "Questions?"

Kevin sighed. "No sir", he replied and turned back to see the screen.

"Good, now concentrate," I said as I came up along side him. He was so engrossed in the screen he didn't notice the syringe in my hand. With a sudden movement I jabbed it in his shoulder and injected him quickly with a powerful relaxant.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" he yelled as he bolted out of the chair and grabbed me. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN THAT!!"

He held me by my shirt, his angry face close to mine. I needed just a few more seconds. "I told you we are going to perform an experiment." I stated being sure to keep my voice steady.

"I ought to smash your face in you bastard." He growled, "What was in that fucking needle?"

I stared silently while he glared at me. He was enraged but, he wasn't sure just yet about what to do. He had agreed to be part of an experiment. I could see his rage building inside him at the thought he was being made a fool of. Good, I thought, get that hot blood racing the drug faster throughout your system. He gripped my shirt tighter and stared with open hostility but then; I saw his eye contact waiver slightly. Just one more second, I'd be fine. I decided to help the drug's final journey with one last adrenalin push.

"Now, now" I lamely joked. "Afraid of a little needle?"

Kevin's face grew red and then he exploded, "I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR. ...OOOHHH...... FUCCCCC." His grip weakened and his body weaved. He looked at me then, tried to take a swing with his fist but missed my face. He released me and staggered back. Then the drug's effects fully hit him and he began to crumple. I grabbed him, put my arm around his waist and, tenderly helped him to the chair. His hard muscular body felt great in my embrace.

"What ....oh shit... my heads spinning....", Kevin cried weakly as he looked up at me dazed and helpless. I undid his shirt buttons and opened his shirt to reveal his well-defined upper body. My hunky warrior just stared dumbfounded. Kevin obviously worked out on a regular basis. I quickly eased his shirt off him leaving his pants in place for now.

"Relax LANCE Corporal." I laughed while gazing at my prize. Kevin's chest was cut to perfection with a sexy pair of nice brown nipples situated on a set of pecs you dream about. His chest hair was slight. It descended sensually down the center of his chest over an impressive six-pack and then, invitingly down below his belt into a bulging basket. I reached down and played with his nipples and was rewarded by their arousal. He tried to push me off but in his drugged state it was useless. They had risen nicely and judging by the movement in Kevin's pants the 'rising effect' was not limited just to them.

"Whath...did...youll ... gith... me..?" Kevin groaned in a now more prominent mid-western twang .He sounded even sexier!

"Just something to give me easy entry." I answered while I contemplated the many entries I would soon make. I began to massage his powerful shoulders getting a 'feel' for my subject and enjoying the touch of his youthful defined musculature now rendered helpless.

"Ethy...tree....shhiittt...", he slurred as his firm torso unwillingly submitted to my explorations. "Keepth...your...faggot hands...of..meee". His body was mine but not his mind.... yet.

Time to move forward. "Just look at this light boy." I stated as I pulled out a penlight and flickered it before his eyes.

"Nooo.....," he muttered as he tried to look away. I reached over and clasped his jaw and pulled his head to face the light. Sexy bedroom eyes too I thought.

"Easy boy." I smiled as I flashed the light back and forth across his pupils.

"Nooo...go fuccc." he gasped. He tried to focus elsewhere but in his relaxed state the effort was doomed to failure and, after a bit of resistance, his eyes followed the light.

"Relax. It's all going to be fine." I assured him. "Just breathe in and out in a deep slow rhyme".

Kevin sighed. "Make ...the...light...go...awaaaa.." then, he went silent and the room filled with his slow steady air intake. He was relaxed and sinking fast!

"Follow the light," I intoned slowly as I flicked it before his dull eyes. I decided to stimulate his sex drive and let it occupy part of his mind. Slip in and control him while his brain's diverted with a sensual overload. "Let your mind drift to the first time you had sex with a woman", I suggested. A smile came to his face. "Remember how hot it was; her touch on your chest." I reached down once more to play with his nipples. Kevin moaned and his breathing increased in tempo.

"Oh fuccc," he gasped.

"Do you remember Kevin?" I quizzed as I ran my hand down his firm pecs. I saw his hand reach down to touch his basket. He rubbed his bulging package .He was turned on. I was going to get him!

"Remembering Kevin how excited you were? " I suggested.

"Yesss", he hissed as his hand rubbed his swollen crotch. His pupils dilated as his erogenous zones were stimulated further. I noticed a small but obvious wet patch growing on his khaki's.

"I want you to remember it all Kevin. Let your mind hear only me as it drifts back to that time." I suggested.

"Only you ...yes...sir,"my zonked special forcesLANCECorporal replied in agreement.

"How do you feel Kevin?" I asked. I could tell by his cock massaging and a widening wet spot that the answer was obvious but I was following a plan.

"Feeling ...great sir," my young muscular stud groaned. "Fucking fantastic sir."

I bent forward and whispered intently to him. "You are experiencing all this pleasure because you are listening to me Kevin. Do you under stand?"

"Experiencing pleasure...you're responsible," he nodded.

"If you listen only to me you will always find pleasure." I stated as

I reached inside below his belt to take over his masturbation. It felt warm and moist inside his pants; his helmeted rod was wet and hard and, judging by what I could make out, rather impressive. I rubbed my palm along its length letting it press up tight in that confined area. As I manipulated his manhood Kevin's arm dropped to his side and he raised his hips up from the chair to press against my hand.

"Ohhhh...yyeeaaa..." he moaned as his breathing deepened. He was lost in his memory and open for the take down. I moved to the final phase.

" Do you want to cum?" I asked.

"Yes," he nodded.

"You can't cum unless I let you. Do you understand?" Kevin sighed as I stroked his meat . He nodded; he was so lost in sexual arousal his brain had yielded but how far?

"Need your permission to cum." He croaked hoarsely.

"Repeat it," I ordered as I manipulated his cock further. His brain was in overload from the sexual stimulation. Most men, under the influence of raging hormones, drift out of it during sex arousal. His brain was lost in chemical flooding and that left his control panels open to rewiring.

"NEED YOU TO CUM!!!!" he acknowledged loudly. I was in and his reprogramming was on. I switched words.

"Then you will only obey me?" I asked.

"Obedience.... but my superiors..oohh dam ...I'm so turned on", he mumbled incoherently as his engorged cock strained to break out of his briefs.

Still, a shred of resistance left in him. Okay, another hard press."Remember that sex you had," I replied, "see it& feel it. You need to cum. You want to cum don't you?" I sneered.

"Ooooh.... yeaaa...got to cummmm..", he moaned as more of his precum leaked out getting my hand, his briefs & pants moist and sticky. He pushed his rod against my moving palm inside his pants.

"Then you know you must obey me." I responded sharply. "Obey me or you won't cum." I massaged his stiff pole more.

"Please...got to cum ..oooohhh," he babbled now in full arousal.

"Give me obedience and you will cum." I repeated firmly.

Kevin's eyes flickered in sexual heat. His head rolled back as he gasped for air. He was on the edge. He pressed up against my hand as I increased my hand motion on his cock. He was ready to erupt but couldn't.

"My orders...only from you but..." He was resisting. Time to go full out.

"Well?" I growled. " Do you obey me ? You need to cum. Only I can let you cum." I increased the tempo of my masturbation.

"Oh shit. I'm going to burst", he cried .

"Obey me. You will not cum unless you obey me forever!" I insisted.

His eyes rolled up in his sockets. His crotch heaved forward and then it happened. At the critical moment he broke ,"YES SIR......I OBEY ONLY YOU SIR!"

"You may cum." I said quietly.

"FUCCCC......YYYEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH," he yelled as his cock exploded in his pants. I could feel his warm jis soaking through. He collapsed in the chair, his head dropped onto his chest and, his mouth sucked in air.

I went up to him, touched him under his chin, and lifted his handsome face with my hand. I traced his lips with one of my cum stained fingers then, slipped it into his mouth to let him taste his own male essence. His eyes were glazed. The hypnotic trance was in full effect. Now, the critical test of my control.

"Lance Corporal sit up." I barked. Kevin snapped to attention and sat up at once looking particularly sexy in his khaki's with their jigs soaked crotch. I owned this stud warrior's ass!

"Stand up soldier," I barked using military jargon now to help reinforce my control. After all, he had been trained by the military first so why not piggyback on it. Kevin stood up. His khaki's a mess. It seemed a shame to keep him in such a condition.

"Lance Corporal you are a true disgrace appearing in that stained pants". I said assuming a smug tone. "Just look at yourself. Get rid of them."

Kevin looked down then back up with a dull stare. "Sorry sir," he replied in a monotone. "Shall I remove my pants sir?"

"If you insist," I responded with a smile. "Perhaps it's best." I watched as he slowly undid his belt and zipper. When his pants dropped I could see his tight white cotton briefs soaked with his juices. His cock's outline was visible. His powerful thighs and legs complimented the upper body I had seen before. Unlike some athletes, Kevin had good definition and proportion. I walked behind him and reached out to pull his briefs down. He slipped out of them easily and I was pleased to see that his butt was all I could hope for. Firm, dimpled, hairless, with a marble hardness that felt cool to my touch. "Turn around" I ordered. Time to see the full package.

My now fully compliant hunk turned. His cock was, even in its now flaccid state, a beauty. Long and thick it was uncut as well. Kevin's ball sack hung low and full. This stud was prime meat all the way.

"Lance Corporal. I have an important mission for you." I growled, "the honor of our special Forces unit is at stake. Can you do it?"

"YES SIR!!" he yelled as he snapped to attention. His cock and balls swung gently like a pendulum at his movement while his butt clenched erotically. I was ready to teach him a new meaning to the term 'drilling the troops'. Yet, even a hypnotized person will resist doing what is against their nature. In order to 'bag' my stud I would need to use his 'pride', 'competitive nature' and, 'devotion' to the service to get cooperation.

"Lance Corporal the enemy has developed a serum that increases military might in anyone injected with it." I stated quietly. " You must secure it!"

"Yes sir," he barked.

"It will not be easy son," I replied in mock seriousness, "and, it will require you to do things that are unpleasant but vital. Can we count on you?"

"YOU CAN COUNT ON SIR!!" He shouted. Kevin's face broke out in a smile. He was going on a mission. His pride was in full gear.

"Will you get the serum?" I repeated.

"YES SIR!!" He roared.

"No matter how?" I asked further.

"YES SIR!!" Kevin responded.

"On your honor as a member of Special Forces." I stated forcefully.

"ON MY HONOR SIR .NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES SIR!!" He bellowed.

I smile. Got you sweetmeat. "Then you must let him fuck you son." I said.

"Fuck me....?" Kevin asked abruptly in confusion, " sir?"

"He has the serum in his body Lance Corporal. You must get him to shoot it out and if it's in your ass it will be secured for later retrieval", I assured him solemnly, "of course if you're going back on your word or if Special Forces men are not up for doing immense service to their country..."

"But sir... fuck my ass?" He said hesitantly. Right now he was at a crossroads. He had given his word and the pride of his unit was on the line. Would he give up his ass for both of them? Just one more push.

"Never mind boy," I growled watching him cringe on the word 'boy', " I'm sure someone from the Rangers will do it."

At that he went rigid. "NO NEED SIR. I WILL DO IT SIR!!" His pride has won out over his reluctance. He could not let his 'competitor' beat him or his unit. Ah, the benefits of inter service rivalries!

"No 'boy' if you don't want to...." I muttered.

"I DO SIR!!" Kevin shouted.

"Then you will let him....." I held my breath.

"LET HIM FUCK MY ASS. YES SIR!!!!!" my straight stud confirmed.

"Good man, " I chuckled as a smile came to Kevin's face. He was anxious to prove his military manhood by getting fucked. Perfect!

"Remember do whatever it takes to get him to cum." I intoned firmly.

"Yes sir." Kevin replied solemnly.

"Good man," I said. I looked at my watch .My next subject was due soon.

"Lance Corporal I want you to go into the next room. You will find a bed. Lay down and sleep for awhile till I need you."

"Yes sir." My zonked hunk stated agreeably. He turned and walked into the next room .I stared at his firm butt's movements. Well all in good time. I picked up his clothes and threw them in a bag. Well almost all. There was one important item I saved for my personal collection.

I laughed as I put the Green Beret in my drawer. Later on, Kevin will wonder where it went. Poor boy, I thought, and him feeling so naked without it! One down and two to go I contemplated.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in Sgt."