The Awakening Chapter 9 At dawn, Corporal Hector Mendez le..

The Awakening Chapter 9 At dawn, Corporal Hector Mendez left the pyramid accompanied by shirtless Westbrook and Ridgeway as they made their way to retrieve Sergeant Jackson. Mendez had been ordered by the Cartal to infiltrate the unit a couple of years ago in their long term plan for this exact moment. He hated being in second command of the unit. He was on track for a command career at the Naval Academy. However, due to an indiscretion involving an underclassman on the navy wrestling team, Mendez’s future of having his own command was side tracked. He still thought of Malcolm Winchester with his cocky smile, always strutting around practice shirtless. Malcolm’s big, round ass was so irresistible in the skin tight navy wrestling team singlets. Mendez spent a whole semester trying to get into the cadet’s tight ass. He finally succeeded in getting the beautiful jock wasted and alone in the locker room one night. Although, he protested at first, Malcolm was soon moaning, begging for more of Mendez’s thick cock. Mendez was so turned on by the boy's tight ass, that he forgot the locker room door was unlocked. The janitor walked in and caught them right when Mendez came in Malcolm’s ass. The next day, Malcolm was suspended from the academy. However, Mendez’s rich, politically connected family was able to sweep the incident under the table, although the damage was done. Because of the closed mindlessness of people like Sergeant Jackson and military brass, his future was ruined, and his family pushed him into a loveless marriage. A month after graduating from the academy, he was approached by the Cartel. His military and family connections, and his sexual tastes for dominating fellow marines made him the perfect agent for the cartel. A Cartel Procuror was the first to spot Mendez at a straight bar. His rugged, masculine good looks, and his status as a military man, got him close with an off duty police officer and his circle of alpha friends. The police officer and his friends treated Mendez as an equal as they accepted him into their night out pussyhunting. The Procuror was impressed with his skill as Mendez slipped a roofie into the drink when the steroid pumped up police officer turned his back to flirt with a big breast blond. Mendez was blazen and confident. When the drugs took effect the police officer nor his friends offered any objections when the touch masculine marine volunteered to take him home to sleep it off. Mendez then wrapped his hand around the muscular straight, barely conscious man to support him and escorted him from his friends and bar, all the while skillfully and discreetly cupping a feel of the thick, hard muscles. Mendez spent rest of the night fucking and dominating the bodybuilding cop, breaking the straight man into whimpering slut as the cum was fucked out of him. This time, the bitched out police officer was too humiliated to report the episode and even became a regular fuck boy for Mendez. As Mendez walked across the deserted camp, he knew he should feel guilty for what he did to his fellow marines. He had formed tight bonds with many of the men in his unit. Mendez would even invite Smith, Cooper, Westbrook, and Ridgeway over every Thanksgiving, when the younger men weren’t able to go home for the holiday. However, he couldn’t help to think how much he was going to enjoy those previously cocky studs. Westbrook and Ridgeway had both applied for the marine-navy joint seal team. As a result, had been training extra hard and their bodies were in prime condition. Mendez knew having them under the Cartel’s control would give them a foothold into the elite, best of the best, unit. When the three shirtless marines arrived at the Sergeant’s tent, Mendez didn’t bother tapping on the tent this time. He pushed the flap open and stepped into the tent. Sergeant was sitting on the edge of his cot in his uniform and heavy combat boots, waiting. He looked up at the Corporal, “I guess it is now my turn.” Jackson’s deep masculine voice sounded stoic, with a hint of defeatism. For the last few days he heard the screams and moans of his men as they were ambushed and captured and he was powerless to help them. He offered no resistance when Westbrook and Ridgeway each took a large arm and lifted him up on his feet. As they escorted Jackson to the pyramid, Mendez couldn’t help but notice the Sergeant’s large tube shape bulge in the closely fitted camo pants. The camo pants also hugged the muscular taller man’s round, large ass. The marines entered the pyramid and escorted their sergeant to a great stairway. The steps and walls were of black marble and decorated with gold. As they walked up the stairs statues of ancient gods and warriors of black granite towered over them, flanking the walls. They were thousands of years old, but untouched by time. The marine’s boots echoed as they ascended up the stairs to a landing where the marines, archeologists, and workers were waiting. As Jackson ascended the marble and granite stairs he found himself undressing, removing his uniform, and letting his clothes fall to the floor. His huge dark chocolate muscles had a thin layer of sweat over them that glistened in the light of the torches. His passion for bodybuilding had created a body that even a god would be envious of. Jackson was proud of his numerous bodybuilding awards as much as he was proud of his command. His dark skin was stretched over massive,bulging, chisel muscles. By the time he reached the top of the stairs he was naked. His thick cock was hard and throbbing as his eyes fell upon a sacrificial altar of gold. The sides of the altar depicted scene of muscular men laying on the alter, their powerful muscular legs in the air as priests penetrated them, fucking the proud handsome warriors. Jackson’s eyes moved further up the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a massive throne of granite towering high above everyone in the chamber. On the seat of the throne was J’ong-Ra. The powerful god-king was dwarfed by the huge throne. He wore a robe of bright red satin robes over his tightly muscular body, only his broad, smooth chest and the large diamond necklace was exposed. The ancient crown, with its bull horns, had been painstakingly restored and once again graced J’ong-Ra’s head. And on his lap was the gold and jewel encrusted phallus scapter. Jackson once again felt the god’s eyes staring at him, and he suddenly felt his powerful legs give out from under him. His massive quads were flexing and shaking as he fell to his knees. A feeling of dispair washed over him. With a wave of a jewel adored finger from J’ong-Ra, Smith and Cooper rushed to their sergeant’s side. Wearing only the white loincloths with gold strings as belts, the two muscular marines lifted Jackson under his thick arms and laid him on the large altar. Two more of his men, dressed in the same manner as Smith and Cooper, chained both of Jackson’s powerful arms to the side of the altar table. They then each grab a leg to lift them into the air, stretching and almost bending the sergeant in half. Two additional half naked marines then locked shankles around each ankle, leaving his legs high in the air, spread. His thick hard cock, full heavy balls, and tight manpussy were left exposed. Once Jackson was secured on the altar, J’ong-Ra stood up and everyone dropped to their knees, placing their heads down on the hard stone floors. As J’ong-Ra gracefully descended the stairs his long red robes fell off his sculpted body onto the steps. He was nude except for the jewelry that adored him. His body was flawless, as if it was still sculpted from stone. J’ong-Ra’s 12” cock stood proudly straight ahead. Between his thick, muscular legs Sergeant Jackson watched J’ong approach him. His dark brown eyes were locked on the ancient god’s darker eyes. Jackson’s ass hung barely off the altar giving J’ong-Ra access to it. His ass was thick cords of smooth muscles running down his wide hamstrings to his large glutes. Although the sergeant didn’t see J’ong-Ra’s mouth moving, he could hear the voice in his head as clear as if it was spoken, “just relax. You will feel only pleasure.” The sergeant felt his anal muscles relaxing. J’ong-Ra then aimed his thick 12” cock at the marine’s tight virgin hole and pressed forward. Jackson arched his back off the stone altar and pulled at the chains as he moaned loud. He never felt anything like it before. The thick cock was ripping him open as it pushed deeper into him, however, instead of pain, the marine felt only unbelievable pleasure. His own thick cock was bobbing and leaking pre-cum and was on the verge of exploding. He felt J’ong-Ra eased out and thrust back in, hard. Jackson’s virgin prostate was being pounded for the first time causing waves of pleasure to course through him. He threw his head back and groaned in pure lust while his eyes rolled back into his head. Around them the others were chanting louder and louder. The more they chanted the faster and harder J’ong-Ra thrusted into Jackson. Every muscle in the sergeant’s body was tensing and flexing as he took each hard deep thrust. He felt the god’s power pulsating around him, growing stronger and more powerful. Jackson’s grunts grew more animalistic while sweat poured from his body as the cock rammed in and out of him. The tough marine couldn’t take anymore. He arched his back as high as possible, clamping his ass muscles down around the god’s cock and he screamed. It was a loud piercing scream, almost inhuman like. Jackson cock jerked violently and sent his cum flying toward his face and over his head. He never came so much in his life. Jackson came over and over. With a smile J’ong-Ra, he quickly followed, and loaded his powerful semen deep inside the marine’s guts. The last bit of free will was fucked out of the sergeant and he became another obedient slave.