Monday, October 14, 2013

Alpha Men, Bondage, and Laughter By DC Stone


If you’ve followed a few of my posts on here and over at ARE Café, you’ll see that I often pull in three or four sexy beasts to help me—and in turn, you—with understanding the male side of the brain.  In case you’ve missed those posts, you can find them here and here.

In my last interview with MG (military guy), he told me to make sure I made him sound hot.  I had to laugh because what I don’t think any of these guys truly understand is, I don’t need to “try” and “make them” sound anything but the confident, incredibly sexy men they are, just being them.  So, in the next few months I’ll highlight each of them and how I’ve come to count them as some of my closest, life-long brothers.  Hey, there may be a sexy picture or two in there, so stick it out to find out.

With MG, I met this thirty-seven year old single father, over fifteen years ago.  We both joined the United States Armed Forces and went through the military police academy together.  Law enforcement is a male dominated career field, and the military much more represented by the opposite sex.  There is one section of the academy where you’re taught all about ground defense, and living out in the wilderness for a week or so on hardly any sleep. You play war games, low-crawl your way pass the “enemy,” and have some fun on a firing range. Trust me when I say that a majority of these men lead the pack so to speak, and really tap in to their inner cavemen. 

So, on day four, with about eight-hours total of sleep and nerves that were shot, we’re rounded up for our last activity. We were living off Meals Ready to Eat (MREs), and stunk to high-heaven, despite the “baby wipe showers” we’d give ourselves.  Our faces are covered in camo paint, and our uniforms were filthy from days of living and sleeping in them.  And even though we were waiting on our chance to play the next “game,” a hopeful energy was in the air because in less than sixteen hours we were heading back to civilization. 

The instructors marched us in the Texas heat for about three miles up this mountain. At the top, we all collapsed under the shade of trees for a rest.  Some rehydrated, others broke open the ‘delicious’ MREs, a few started joking around, trying to get in some laughs, and one tried to catch a few z’s.  MG fell in that last category.  He owned that nap like it was his b*tch, got completely comfortable despite the weather and state of living conditions.  MG proved to everyone, including the instructors who were setting up for grenade tossing exercises, that men really can tone everything else out when they just want their sleep! He didn’t even wake up after that first ‘BOOM.’

This picture captures the moment forever!



(Sorry ladies, had to protect his identity!)

In my first book of the Justice Demon series Feral Craving, the boys have a few fun moments, and in book two, Feral Need, you’ll see a few more come out.  Keep watch for a release date and if you want to get a few more ideas of how military men goof around—while still making sure the job gets done— check out my powerful group of Special Force Operators in Feral Craving here.



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