"Get into the conference room. Strip down to your skivvies and boots. I'll be there in a minute," the LTC said to me. He's smiling, and I could tell he was already looking forward to this.
With no way to avoid this encounter, I shuffled into the conference room. The room has a large flat-screen TV on one end, with a video camera on top, and in the middle, a large boardroom-style table. After the LTC slams the door shut on me, I pulled off my pants and shirt, and stood there between the door and the table. I was wearing only a jock strap, the same one I had worn for the past week, rank and stained with cum and lube. A bit of jizz dripping out of my hole, despite my efforts to keep it inside of me. It was a sign of my life that I had no idea who had doneated the cum, or even how many men had worked me over the night before. All I knew was that it was a mixture of all the men from my company, plus the Sergeant's. As I thought about the soldiers power-fucking me the previous night, my cock started to harden. The LTC chose then to open the door and walk in on me.
"You're in luck, fuckhole," he said. "I found a bottle of hand lotion on some's desk. That means you won't enjoy a pure spit fuck. Or, would it be a cum fuck?" He paused, surveying me and the room. "Come on, Private Fuckwad. Show respect for your uniform." I had carelessly tossed the pants and shirt on a chair to the side of the room. "Fold them, Private Fuckhole."
I started to fold them more carefully. I lined up the creases, and stacked them on the table. He's just in BDUs, and makes no move to undress himself. "Hey, fuckwad, what's your name again?" he asked.
"Private Purcell, Sir."
"Good to know. But Private Fuckhole suits you much better. So, how long you been the squad sperm bank?"
"Quite a while, Sir." It had been only about two months, ever since I got assigned to this post.
"Gotten pistol fucked by the Sergeant yet?" he asked me, just as I was finishing up the shirt, putting it on the table.
"Yes sir. Several times, Sir. He did it again to me this morning, Sir." I replied. Done with my clothes, I returned to attention, standing straight in front of him.
"You enjoy it, Fuckhole?"
"To be honest Sir, No."
"You're not alone there, Fuckhole. Most guys hate it. But, don't worry. I didn't teach the Sergeant all of my tricks. With any luck, we'll find something else you hate. Now, bend over fuckhole, spread those firm cheeks and and let me see that hole of yours."
I did as he told me, offering up my ass for his inspection. Bent over, I saw him come up to me, and as he instructed, I spread my ass cheeks. He stared for a few seconds, then ran a finger along my crack. "I said, hold that ass open for me, Private Fuckhole," he said, slapping my butt hard. I tried to spread them as far apart as I could, feeling actuely exposed and vulnerable. It was a repeat of this morning when I did the same for the Sergeant. I felt his finger against my hole. I knew trying to resist would be pointless. The LTC slid right in, as first one knuckle, then two, then his entire finger went inside of me. I knew he could feel all the cum already up there. He wiggled his finger inside my hole, getting me opened me up. "How many loads you have up there, Private Fuckhole?"
I knew it would be futile, but I tried to remember how many men had used my hole the previous night. There was the Sergeant. Then there had been Darren, who alone counted for two loads. But there were also a lot of other men, some of whom had shot inside of me several times. I knew I had said 12 guys earlier, but that was a guess. There was no way I could figure out a total. I was the company fuckhole. That was enough. "At least fourteen, Sir."
"Can't even remember how many brave soliders used you last night, fuckhole? Or can't count that high?" He pulled out his finger and sniffed it, savoring the scent of cum and ass juice. His other hand slid to his crotch and he started to rub his bulge. Holding my ass open for him, he worked in two fingers. The fit was a little tighter, but still they slid into me easily. This time I could feel the pool of jizz slosh around inside of me as he fingered me. "We may not even need that cunt's lube after all," the LTC laughed. As he expertly fingered my ass, my cock started to get hard. He noticed, and shoved his fingers into me more aggressively. "Need it from a real man, huh Fuckhole?"
Suddenly, He pulled out his fingers. "Why don't you bend over that table and keep those cheeks spread me. Then I'll stick up your ass what you really want." I stood up, letting go of my cheeks, and walked to the table. As ordered, I bent over and once more spread my ass for him. I turned my head and looked back at him. The LTC unzipped his BDUs, first exposing a well-muscled chest, with a light dusting of hair. As he continued to prepare for the mission at hand, I could see that the hair covered smooth abs, with a thicker trail leading all the way down to his pubes. He carefully unzipped the last part of his BDU, and his cock sprang free. Before I could get a good look at it, the LTC saw me staring. "Private, I want you to keep your head down and your ass spread. And that's an order, Fuckhole." I did as I was ordered, staring at the wood table top. I heard him come up behind me, and could feel his body heat against my asshole. There was the sound of a bit of lotion being squeezed out of the bottle, and then then sound of him stroking his shaft. I was thankful he was lubing it up for my hole, and not relying just on the spooge already inside of me.
He wiped off on my ass cheeks, getting the greasy lotion off of his hands. Then he grabbed something off of the table and played around with it for a bit. I hadn't noticed what had been on the table earlier, and couldn't tell from the sounds what he was doing.
Suddenly, his cockhead was pushing up against my hole. "Get ready Private." he said.
"Yes sir," I said, nodding my head. I kept looking at the table.
"Good. Because I'm ready." He pushed into me in a single, steady stroke. He wasn't too quick about it, like some of the other men in the company. But he didn't pause either. From the feel of his cock and the stretch of my hole, he was a little thicker than most men, and maybe about seven inches long. He wasn't as big as Darren, but he certainly did not have a small cock either. I was glad that Darren had been fucked earlier, and had prepared me to take the LTC's cock. Once inside me, he was all business. He explored every inch of my hole, thrusting into every nook of my ass. It was as if a special ops solider was establishing and securing a point of control. He quickly found my strengths and vulnerabilities, and knew his plan of attack. He wasted no time in his patrol of my hole. Within a few minutes had found out what made me tick. He had been able to discover what I liked, and more important for him, what I didn't like.
Armed with this knowledge, he slowed the fuck down a bit and enjoyed his control of this new territory. But tt was immediately clear that this fuck was for his pleasure, not at all for mine. Very occasionally, he would do something he knew I enjoyed, but just long enough to tease me and get my cock leaking some pre-cum. Then he'd pause, and start a drawn-out execution of a move that he knew I would hate. I'd do my best to try to squirm out of the position, but it was invariably futile. He always made sure he was enjoying the fuck, no matter what if I was in pleasure or pain.
As he pounded my hole, I quickly lost track of time. Already, it had been a long night and day, from the men coming in late, to the Sergeant's deep drilling earlier in the morning, to now having to pleasure the LTC's cock with my ass. I tried, as best as I could, to relax and just accept his attack. He did his best to keep me from relaxing. As soon as I would get comfortable with the rhythm of fucking, he'd change something: the depth his stroke, the angle of his attack, or the pace of the pounding. It was always just enough to get me off-balance, and force me to re-adjust.
As the pounding wore on, my legs started to get sore. In order to be bent over the table like he wanted me, I had spread my legs wide. It was an awkward and tiring position. I did my best to stay in position for him, but it was getting increasingly difficult. I tried to stand up a bit, and relieve the stress in my thighs. Almost immediately, I felt Madsen's hand come down firmly on my back, pushing me right back down. "I'm not done yet, Private Fuckhole. Stay in your place." I realized that the position was just one more of the subtle humiliations the LTC was enjoying inflicting upon me.
Just to emphasize his control over me, he gave me a hard thrust, his rock hard cock pushing up against the pool of jizz. He pulled out, almost all the way, then slammed back into me. He hadn't done this before and he clearly liked it. He kept slam-fucking me, each stroke harder and deeper. I tried to count each deep stroke. I promised myself he would stop after first five strokes, then ten strokes. I wouldn't have to endure more than fifteen strokes, or twenty. But at around twenty-five, I lost track of the count.
The LTC was in perfect physical condition, and I knew that my hole would be exhausted far before he would be. I realized that even before I had recovered from the LTC's ass pounding, it would be time for the other men in my company to start using me for their evening release.
He was showing no sign of slowing as he continued slam-fucking my hole. Finally, he slowed down for a second. I thought he was finally getting tired. But he said, "Fuck. The time. Gotta finish up before my next meeting." He slammed back into me. "You will take my load, Private Fuckhole," he said, an order, not a query.
"Yes, Sir," I said, gratefully. I was getting tired, and wanted a chance to relax and recover. I knew getting bred by him was the only way I was ever going to get out of this conference room. "Sir, please breed this Private's ass, Sir," I barked out.
"Good Soldier," he said. "Fuckhole will get what he needs." He grabbed my hips, holding me in place. He pounded my hole, carefully taking an inventory and finding all of the places where I was tender and sore. His strong hands held me in place, keeping me from avoiding his anal assault. I kept my head down, staring at the wood of the table, praying for it to be over soon. His breathing was getting shallow and short. I hoped that he was getting close.
I wasn't far off. A few seconds later, he plunged in deep, and held his cock in me. I felt it surge, and knew that I had just had another fresh load of cum injected into me. Grunting, he thrusted a few more times into me. Each time, he added another spurt of his semen. Finally, he slowed down, and relaxed his grip on my hips. But he kept his cock buried in me, his balls hard up against my ass. With one last spurt, his orgasm was over. Quickly, the LTC caught his breath, and pulled out with no warning, leaving my ass empty of cock, but full of jizz.
"Parker, Sir. You think he'll do?" he said. I looked up quickly, surprised at the LTC using Sir. It was the first time since LTC Madsen had started fucking me that I saw anything but the table. I saw that a video conference had been turned on. On the flat-screen, a handsome Afro-American in uniform was watching us. I assumed he was Parker. The uniform had no insignia or rank on it.
I turned red with embarrassment. The man on-screen had clearly seen the entire fuck, me writhing under LTC Madsen's assault, me taking whatever he dished out, and finally getting spooged in my raw and sore hole. I had no idea for what purpose Parker was watching us, but the calm, almost disinterested look on his face was deeply unsettling. I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet Parker in person. He seemed almost dangerous in his detachment.
"Definitely, Madsen. Just the guy we've been looking for," Parker said.