Gay Bondage Fiction | Selling Tough Love – Part 11 (Page 7)

Up next is Marine private Derek Johns who is stripped in front of the audience before the bidding begins.

Selling Tough Love - Part 11 (Page 7)
by Kronmire4
Art by Amalaric
Series: Selling Tough Love

The lot following Rick Moretti was a real crowd pleaser. Just as Tough Love had built ties with various law enforcement agencies and a number of other organizations it occasionally contracted with the US military as well. The young men supplied by the military were exceptional in several ways; not least by the fact that they hadn’t done anything wrong to rate a slot on the show. On the contrary, the low ranking soldiers selected for a spot on Tough Love by their superior officers were carefully assessed for maximum potential- peak physical condition, unswerving loyalty and willingness to follow orders, and uncommonly good looks. All of this was calculated to make a lasting impression on the show’s millions of viewers. Though the original intent had been conceived as a sort of training exercise, allowing a young soldier to demonstrate to himself and his comrades how much a ‘man’ could take…analysts had noticed almost immediately that after a member of the armed forces had made an appearance on the show, recruitment rates rose by nearly twenty percent.

Private Derek Johns USMC strode purposely from his alcove when summoned by the program assistant and mounted the low dais before Bryce Denning’s podium. The usual exuberant stats were broadcast by the talkative host to the studio and television audience. At six three and weighing in at a muscle packed two hundred and twenty three pounds, Private Johns cut an amazing sight. His impossibly broad shoulders above bulging biceps centered deep, sweeping pecs only lightly dusted with sandy hair. The young jarhead’s abs were well-defined and relatively smooth with a fine furry treasure trail running from his navel to the waistband of his beltless levis. All of the military men appearing on Tough Love wore civvies for the show; though the military was happy to cooperate with the producers for mutual profit, it was deemed unseemly for a man to appear in uniform and so regulations were written that mandated an off duty dress code. For all of that, no one would ever have taken Derek Johns for anything but a US marine. His body language was relaxed at the same time as giving the impression of rigid control, lending his persona the air of a coiled spring. With a short cropped hair of sandy hair in the classic ‘high and tight’ military style, a boyish, clean shaven face and, seemingly, not an ounce of superfluous fat on his honed, muscular young body, Johns could have served as a poster boy for the Corps…as, in a way, he was.

After the introductions and a thirty second pause as Johns was examined by the cameras and turned this way and that at the prompting of the assistants, Denning licked his lips and, leaning into the microphone, boomed, ‘What do you say folks? Time to get this grade-A military stud UNZIPPED…and I’m claiming the honors!!!’ A few good natured catcalls and lots of cheering from the studio audience greeted Bryce’s unexpected announcement. The grinning assistants stood back as, shedding his trade mark sunglasses, Bryce Denning approached the tall, stoic young jarhead to ‘do the honors’. Prizing open the stainless steel button that fastened the unbelted waistband, Denning then theatrically unzipped the soldier’s levis and spread the fly as wide as it would go. He then slowly but methodically peeled the stiff, deep blue denim, purchased only a week ago, down the muscular young marine’s long hairy legs to just below the knee. Johns was wearing a pair of Hanes briefs provided by the franchise that had intentionally been selected a size too small. The result was spectacular. The thin cotton hugged the soldier’s narrow hips like a cocoon, outlining the head of his penis and nestled balls in stark relief. The waistband dipped low revealing more of the dusty blond treasure trail to the faintest whisper of tight pubes peeping over the waistband. Bryce Denning beamed at the cameras and launched into a detailed verbal description already made amply apparent by the panning cameras. The jarhead flinched, almost imperceptibly, as his butt was groped and extolled, ‘Oooooh!’ Denning crooned, ‘This jarhead’s deep ass rides as high and tight as his haircut!!!’ After a few pleasurable minutes spent exploring and commenting on the big marine’s muscular physique Denning returned to the podium in order to begin the first round of ticket purchasing. Before he did that, however, he decided to ‘whet the appetite’ by putting Private Derek Johns through some paces, confident that the focused jarhead would obediently obey his commands. ‘Hands behind your back, legs spread!’ Denning snapped and the marine immediately complied. ‘Move your hands behind your head!’ “Yes sir, sir!’ The gratifying reply was followed by a mouth watering display with Johns’ rising anxiety only made apparent by his heavy breathing and the sheen of new sweat that slicked his torso. ‘Flex your arms and chest so the folks out there can see of they’ll get any value for money.’ ‘Yes sir, sir…’ ‘Good! Now, turn around and do it again so the folks can judge how well a grade-A jarhead might take the whip!’ And it was during the flexing exercises that Denning launched the first round of ticket sales at a whopping $14.99.

Everyone knew what the second round entailed, including Private Derek Johns USMC. The handsome young jarhead tried to make his mind blank as he had been trained to do and almost succeeded. Even so, when Denning ordered him to drop his shorts and stand naked before the studio audience and TV cameras he nearly balked. It wasn’t the presence of the hooting audience or the old Hollywood faggot behind the podium. It wasn’t even the thought of millions of viewers treated to the sight of a healthy nineteen year old buck naked. No, what nearly undid Derek Johns was the realization that friends, family and neighbors back in rural Indiana where he had grown up were also about to witness his abject humiliation. Swallowing hard he visibly paused, panting as if he had just come off the track. ‘STRIP, SOLDIER!!!!’ Denning’s command cracked like the promised whip and galvanized the young marine to reluctant obedience. Peeling off the scanty briefs, he kicked them to the side and stood tall; every inch of him exposed for inspection. Denning, of course, spent a full minute and a half describing and extolling the young marine’s masculine virtues even as a grinning assistant handled Johns’ various body parts as variously angled cameras panned close-ups with high tech zoom lenses. Ticket sales began at $35.00 and due to the high demand the phone banks stayed open an extra ten minutes.

1 Comment

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   31118azti - October 27, 2018, 8:32 am

   My, my, my to have a body half as nice looking as this one!