Once again, it was thanks to their French friends from the 9th RIMa* that the Alpha Dogs were asked to assist in recruiting a SAR team in Saint Martin, a French Dutch island in the Lesser Antilles. Regularly battered by hurricanes, the security forces of Saint Martin—gendarmes on the French side, police officers and marine troops on the Dutch side—have agreed to create a joint task force, which is still in its embryonic phase. For now, its three co-leaders and their three deputies have received about fifty applications from which they will have to choose. On the French side, Maréchal des logis-chef Guillaume D’Arcy then proposed calling on the expertise of the French Guiana team from the 9th RIMa led by Sergent-Chef Lorpailleur.
Alumni of
the military high school of Aix-en-Provence, the two men have known each other
since their teenage years, a relationship obviously far deeper than a simple
friendship… Seizing the opportunity to revisit his ex-lover, Lorpailleur
hastened to suggest inviting the Alpha Dogs, whose SAR expertise is
internationally recognized. Since D’Arcy knows the other side of their
reputation, he immediately accepted the idea, thrilled by the opportunity to
meet the famous Marines.
Appointed
as chief coordinator, D’Arcy is working with Korporaal Ron Rohring from the
Dutch Marine Corps and Sint Maarten Police Officer Pierre Richardson, whom he
also counts among his casual sexual partners. An initial list of candidates has
been selected, including two members of his unit, a second cop from the
Philipsburg unit, and another Dutch Marine—all of whom are gay. The week ahead
is going to be as hot as the Caribbean sun, and it will begin with a long
weekend of debauchery in a large villa on the heights of Anse Marcel, one of
the island’s most beautiful bays, confiscated from a drug trafficker and
requisitioned by the French gendarmes. This is where the Alpha Dogs and the
Marsouins will be staying, along with the small group of gendarmes from
Marigot, police officers from Sint Maarten, and Dutch marines, who share their
preference for men.
From the
infinity pool extending off a large terrace, the view is simply breathtaking,
overlooking the turquoise sea and the small island of Anguilla floating on the
horizon. Frigatebirds trace their graceful arabesques across the azure sky,
indifferent to what is weaving beneath their wings.
“What a
fantastic place! Thank you to invite us!” Boner says, admiring the surrounding
landscape, leaning against the edge of the pool where he’s enjoying a
refreshing dip with Lorpailleur.
“It’s my
pleasure, Boner, but you should mostly thank D’Arcy.”
“By the
way, do the guys know about the dogs?”
“Don’t
worry, we were very clear about that. And it’s not like you were strangers.
Some are just curious, and two or three are clearly interested. Hmmm, just
thinking about it makes me rock hard!” the Frenchman replies, caressing Boner’s
buttocks and even sliding a finger into his anus. Boner says nothing but
spreads his legs slightly, smiling.
“Permission
to fuck you, Sergeant?”
“Stupid
question, Lorpailleur! Do you think I’d have let you finger me if I didn’t want
to?”
“I know,
but it’s not something that happens every day… And who could refuse that?” he
says happily as he thrusts his cock into the Marine’s ass, so tight at first
that it feels like a fist gripping his shaft.
When they
get out of the water, they realize they aren’t the only ones who’ve given in to
lust, surely thanks to the Horny Tiger and the Happy Puppy that the Americans
didn’t fail to bring along. Rohring greedily sucks Marchand while jerking off
Tepes’ monstrous cock. On the giant sunbed, Aaron eats Naulle’s ass before
mounting the Marsouin, who has blossomed like a rose. Leaving Boner with the
Brigadier Sauvage, who is discovering the softness of Sebastian’s mouth,
Lorpailleur joins Thomas and Richardson. The Dutch cop’s thick cock slides in
and out of the Marine’s mouth to the lascivious rhythm of the swaying of
Richardson’s hips.
“What a
mouth!” he stammers between moans, while Lorpailleur fingers Thomas.
“And his
ass is just as good! I’ll be right back…” Lorpailleur says, stepping away to come
back with lube. His hand sinks up to his elbow into Thomas’s ass without the
slightest effort. “The most open one I know! Come fist him with me, you’ll fuck
him afterward. Or during—whatever you want. You, turn toward him!” he adds to
Thomas, who obeys immediately. Without hesitation, Richardson pushes his hand
into his ass, then Lorpailleur places his own on Richardson’s forearm. It
slides in just as easily. “And that’s not all! Put the second one in…” he tells
Richardson, who can’t believe his eyes. With a little more resistance, the Sint
Martineer’s left hand joins the others. “Incredible, isn’t it? And we could put
a fourth one in, but not just yet. Stay inside him and fuck him in the ass,” he
concludes as he withdraws, leaving the field open to Richardson who follows his
advice, stepping in front of Thomas to fill his mouth.
On all
fours in front of Dickson, Brigadier-chef Lecocq is surprised to feel Gengis’
tongue run over his anus, coating it with a thick layer of slime. He offers no
resistance when the dog climbs onto his back to fuck him. After all, everyone
was aware of this possibility, and the can of Happy Puppy he drank a little
earlier has no doubt made the French gendarme much more open to new
experiences. In any case, he expresses evident pleasure as the knot dilates his
rectum, sucking Dickson with even greater enthusiasm.
Jan DeBont
lay down on a towel, his cock erected like the mast of a pirate ship. Jonas
doesn’t even bother to honor him with his mouth: he removes his butt plug and
impales himself on him, his pussy already lubricated by the can of Wet he drank
earlier. Leloup shares a slobbery French kiss with the Dutchman, offering his
ass to Timur, who fucks him with his usual vigor.
“Fuck! He’s
making me cum!” roars D’Arcy, seated in a super kitschy flamingo-shaped pool
float. He couldn’t resist the warm and velvety tongue of Well on his glans...
His cum shoots high and splatters onto his chest. “Fucking hell! I’d have loved
to fuck him right after you!” he adds, addressing Officer Ruts, who is
sodomizing the Rottie.
“Don’t
worry,” the Sint Maarten cop says, “if what you just drank is as effective as
the Americans say, you’re not going to go soft just yet. I’ll finish with him
and then you can bang him too…”
Feeling
that Sauvage is about to climax, Sebastian turns around to offer him his ass,
into which the Brigadier thrusts with delight, holding back his orgasm as much
as he can. But when Boner fucks him, he can no longer resist and cums deep
inside Sebastian’s gut at the very moment the Marine Sergeant fills him with
his cum.
In Lecocq’s
ass, Dickson has now replaced Gengis. He whispers inaudible words in his ear
while pinching his nipples. The Frenchman freezes, then moans like a real bitch
and shoots his load with a yelp.
“Good dog!”
Dickson congratulates him after cumming too, “Want more? Yes, I’m sure that
obedient as you are now, you want a lot more!” he adds, shoving his hand into
the gendarme’s ass.
Leloup,
Jonas, and DeBont climax at the same time, closely followed by Aaron and
Naulle, then by D’Arcy, to whom Ruts has left Well after coming in his ass.
Lubricated by Marchand’s cum, Rohring is now being pounded by Tepes. His cum
spurts onto the coffee table as the Marine empties his balls deep inside his
belly, neighing…
Only
Lorpailleur and Richardson are still holding out, but not for long. They are
fucking Thomas together, and in a single cry of ecstasy, they impregnate him
then collapse, out of breath, onto the sunbed.
“Wow! What
a fuck!” Richardson exclaims, his hand sliding once in Thomas.
“And that’s
just the beginning,” Lorpailleur replies. “I warned you: these guys are wild
animals… Hey, Dickson, what did you do to Lecocq?” he asks, watching the
Gendarme lick the Marine’s cock while exhibiting his ass for one of the dogs to
mount him.
“Nothing
more than what D’Arcy asked me to do. All he needs now is a collar and a leash,
and his training can begin!”
After this
promising start, the week could only be under the sign of an unbridled lust,
stoked by the trade winds. Every day, the villa’s residents had only one
desire: for the day’s sessions to end so they could enjoy another orgy on the
terrace of the villa in the fire of the sunset and long after. And to be
honest, some hadn’t been able to wait. From the very first day, DeBont and Ruts
had seized a break to use Thomas in the toilets of the conference room of the
hotel where the interviews are conducted, and they were not the only one…
Besides, that’s how Boner and D’Arcy, who had come over to relax with Naulle
and Jonas, had accidentally stumbled upon two of the Dutch soldiers in the
middle of a wild session, right before their interviews. The two guys had been
auditioned anyway, each with a good load up their asses, even if their
recruitment had been sealed by agreeing to be sodomized... That very evening,
they had moved to the villa, promptly renamed the Villa des Culs Brisés**.
By the end
of the week, the first SAR team had been created, including Brigadier-Chef
Lecocq, Brigadier Sauvage, Korporaal Rohring, Officer Ruts and Sergeant Joachim
van Haandel and Marinier der 1e klasse Brett Langepik, the two Dutch Marines
recruited in the toilets. All that’s remained is to find them a dog, but
fortunately, they can count on Camp Meadows' Kennels, where Sheppard surely has
the perfect four-legged friend.
“All things
considered, you didn't really need us. You had everything you needed right at
your fingertips.” Boner remarks the day before their return to Blacksburg.
“That's
true, but we wouldn't have found those two.” D'Arcy replies, pointing to the
two Marines, one of whom is fucking Jonas while the other is mating with Timur.
“And honestly, you and Lorpailleur gave us so much more than just help in
making a choice... It’s as if a whole new world has opened to us, way more
exciting than the old one!”
“Glad I
could help!” Boner replies with a smile as the gendarme leans over his cock as
if to thank him.
*Forbidden Area! - Part 211 - Deep mission in Guyane, Part 243 – French connection, Part289 – The French Lieutenant’s Whores, Part 328 – The Navy Comes Through!
**Villa
of the Broken Asses, a reference to the name of a French reality TV show,
“La Villa des Coeur Brisés” (Villa of the Broken Hearts).
USMC
Camp Meadows, VA
Alpha Dogs
SgtMaj Tucker F. Boner (T)
MGySgt Ethan Dickson (T/B)
SSgt Aaron Amberson (T/B)
Sgt Thomas Servaz (Sub)
LCpl Brad “Stud” Tepes (T/B)
Cpl Jonas Boise (Sub)
Cpl Sebastian Amberson (Sub)
Well (Rottweiler)
Timur (Malamut)
Gengis (Australian dog)
9e RIMa (FAG - Forces armées en Guyane)
Cayenne
Adjudant Arnaud Leloup (B)
Sergent-Chef David Pietri (T/B)
Sergent-Chef Thibault Lorpailleur (T)
Caporal Thierry Marchand (T/B)
Première Classe Yuri Naulle (Sub)
Gendarmerie française
Marigot
Maréchal des logis-chef Guillaume D'Arcy (T/B)
Brigadier-Chef Léo Lecocq (B)
Brigadier François Sauvage (T/B)
Korps Mariniers (Royal Netherlands Marine Corps)
Philipsburg
Adjudant Jan DeBont (T/B)
Korporaal Ron Rohring (T/B)
Sint Maarten Police Force
Philipsburg
Officer Pierre Richardson (T)
Officer Ardwell Ruts (T/B)
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