I was directed to a tap in the corner of the hut where I had to wash and shave in cold water, then I had to quickly dress and was led out of the hut by three soldiers pulling me by my nipple, cock and neck chains. They took me across the army camp to the parade ground. I could see lines of soldiers in smart uniforms already lined up. As we got nearer, I could see they all had their flies open and their big cocks out. They were jerking them to make them hard. There really must have been 2,000 soldiers in ranks -- how on Earth was I expected to service that lot, I thought, even though my mouth watered at the thought of all that army spunk. It simply wasn't possible, it would take me too long.
We reached the parade ground, and the soldiers made me kneel down on a little trolley. They then handcuffed me to the sides of this trolley, and started to wheel me out to the first rank of soldiers, who by now all had their cocks stiff and hard poking out of their flies and waiting for my mouth to service them.
It was then I noticed some of my colleagues who had been on the peace protest the day before. They too were shackled up in chains and handcuffs and were being made to kneel on similar trolleys. Each male protestor had two ranks of soldiers to service.
`Yes, 19 of your anarchist friends are here too. They've been pacified with soldier spunk and made subservient to the army too. You're all army property now,' said one of the three soldiers maneuvering my trolley across the parade ground.
And we haven't forgotten the women who smashed up that aircraft,' said one of the other soldiers, They are being taken care of in another part of the camp. The lesbian soldiers are having first go at them, and then the men will have their turn.'
Right now, there's 100 soldier-boy cocks waiting for your mouth to service them,' said the third soldier. Two ranks of 50 soldiers -- here we are at the first rank. Get your mouth open and ready, boy!'
They wheeled my trolley up to the first soldier in the first line on the parade ground. I found myself kneeling on my little trolley with a soldier in full uniform in front of me, standing to attention with his stiff, hard cock sticking out of his fly and also standing to attention.
As if to echo my thoughts, the commanding officer on his platform shouted out to the whole parade ground:
`AttenSHUN! Cocks ready for sucking off! OK men, start feeding the prisoners their breakfast now. First man in line, one pace forward NOW! Insert penis in prisoner's mouth NOW! Prisoners suck off soldier cocks NOW!'
The soldier in front of me stepped smartly forward, and still standing to attention shoved his big cock right down my throat. I nearly gagged, but knew I had to suck him off quickly if I didn't want to be beaten up by the three soldiers who were escorting me. Two of them knelt on my trolley beside me and started mouthing obscenities in my ears, whilst the third soldier kept pushing my head forward on to the cock in my mouth.
Suck that soldier's cock,' said a voice in my right ear. That's right, suck it hard. Remember the smell and taste of his cock. This is Private Jay Smith. By next week you must learn to recognize him and all the other 100 soldiers you will be servicing today by their smell and taste.'
That's right,' said the soldier's voice in my left ear. Next week you'll be blindfolded, and you'll have to name correctly every soldier by the smell and taste of his cock and spunk. So when he shoots in your mouth in a few moments, keep his cum in your mouth until you remember the flavor.'
Ready to feed prisoner, SIR!' shouted the soldier in front of me, as his cock stiffened in my mouth and I felt his cock head swelling up ready to spurt his load. Cummin' in his mouth now, SIR!'
As he said that a huge jet of thick, hot soldier cum shot out of his cock on to my tongue. It tasted sweet, but with a touch of spice. The first spurt was followed quickly by five more, which I held in my mouth as long as I could, but I had to start swallowing as more soldier spunk was pumped into my already full mouth.
Remember the taste of that cum -- that's Private Jay Smith's orgasm you're tasting, son,' said the voice in my right ear. Look up at his face, and see who's just fed you your first helping of spunk today.'
As the soldier took his cock out of my mouth and took one pace backwards into line, I looked up and saw his face for the first time. He was about my age -- 18, with blue eyes and short cropped blond hair visible beneath his peaked army cap.
`Where are your manners, boy! Thank Private Smith for feeding you his sperm,' said the soldier on my left, slapping me in the face.
Still looking up at the handsome young soldier who had just fed me, I said: `Thank you, sir, for feeding me your cum.'
The young soldier looked down at me as if I was a piece of dog-shit he had just spotted on the parade-ground. He spat in my face and sneered: `That's not all I'll be feeding you before the day's out, fuck-face!' We may have been about the same age, but I was definitely his inferior.
OK, service the next soldier in line,' said the soldier to my right as they pushed my trolley along to the next guardsman. There's a nice big soldier cock for you to suck on -- think of all the soldier spunk that will pump down your throat,' he said.
The soldier must have had a 10" cock, and as he suddenly took one pace forward the monster dong hit me smack in the face, smothering it with the guardsman's gooey pre-cum.
Don't he look pretty with soldier cock juice all over his face,' said the soldier on my left, Now open your fuckin' mouth and let him fuck it. This nice soldier wants to feed you hot cum straight from his big cock. Isn't that kind of him? Aren't you excited? How do you like being orally raped by 100 soldiers on the parade ground, boy? Get that cock down your throat -- this soldier needs to feel your warm, wet pussy-cunt of a mouth draining him dry of his baby-juice!'
I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate the soldier's massive weapon. He rammed it right down my throat, and I almost choked. But I remembered I had to relax or I might choke to death.
That's right,' said the soldier to my right, Submit and take it all down your throat. See those 10 medals on this guardsman's chest?' I glanced up and saw 10 phallus-shaped medals on his tunic. `That means this big soldier has choked 7 civilians to death by orally raping them, and 3 more choked to death on his cum, so you better swallow quick when he shoots. Remember the smell and flavor of his cock and spunk though, you've got to identify him blindfolded when you suck him off next week!'
I had already fixed in my mind how to identify the first soldier I had sucked off today -- sweet and spicey spunk, that was Pvte Jay Smith. I didn't think I'd have much trouble identifying this cock blindfold, it was so big. But I knew I couldn't afford to make a mistake, or I'd be punished. His cock had been lubricated with something which was slimey and tasted of peppermint. The soldier I was sucking off spoke to me:
`Like the minty taste, son? I covered my cock with a special treat so you'd enjoy your breakfast more. Remember that minty taste, boy! When you taste that, you're sucking off the biggest cock in the camp -- Private Robin Wexford. How d'ya like me fuckin' your throat, son?'
I nodded as best I could, as I struggled with the massive tool rammed down my throat, fucking it like a woman's cunt. I felt the monster prick stiffen as it prepared to shoot its huge load down my throat. Seconds later the soldier was moaning in ecstasy as he shot pints of thick, hot, spunky fluid straight down my throat, bypassing my tongue. I knew this was no good -- I had to get a taste of his load just in case I didn't recognize his cock next week. I pulled my mouth away a little, so the next six jets of spunk went right into my mouth and coated my tongue. He was gushing soldier cum like a geyser, I had to swallow quickly or I would indeed have choked to death on his massive load. His cum tasted slightly bitter, with a hint of almonds. I'd remember when blindfolded that this bitter almond flavored cum from the minty monster cock was the intimate very personal essence of Pvte Robin Wexford. I drank in his big manly soldier smell. I loved him, worshiped him, and I hadn't even seen his face yet!
The obscenity of what I and my colleagues were doing suddenly hit me. We were sucking off ranks of soldiers, one after the other, on the parade ground of this army camp, in front of their officers. I couldn't believe the depravity of what the Army was doing to peaceful civilian protestors. I didn't have much more time for such thoughts, as I was ordered to look up at the soldier I'd just sucked off and thank him for my meal.
`Did you enjoy eating that filthy mess?' asked the soldier, who I could now see was over 6ft tall, with a muscular body and a face which reminded me of Matt Damon. Very sexy indeed. I did love him, he was my favorite on the camp so far!
`Oh yes, sir! Thank you so much for letting me swallow your orgasm, sir! I love you, sir!' I said.
He saluted and said: `For Queen and Country! A soldier's always ready to shoot! My weapon's always primed and ready to fire, boy!'
As I was pushed along to the next soldier in line, I could see all the soldiers were now jerking their cocks. The soldier behind me pushing the trolley saw me looking, and said:
`Yes, they're getting primed ready to shoot straight in your mouth, boy! We haven't got all day, you'll just have a few seconds to swallow each soldier's load then on to the next one. But remember the taste of each one.'
So we moved on down the line. It went like this: I was wheeled to the next soldier, he stepped forward and spunked into my mouth and the soldiers pushing my trolley took it in turns to say each soldier's name. I then had to thank the soldier for my cummy meal, and it was on to the next.
Down the line I went: Drink my spunky load, son.' Did you enjoy Private Derek Young's cum load, boy?' Sweet and thick, with globs of jelly-like spunk, I memorized the consistency. Thank you, sir!' Next! Private John Wilkins'... etc., etc.
I was getting so many soldier spunk loads in my mouth, all a different flavor and consistency. How would I remember them all? I had to associate their name with something in the unique flavor and smell of their cocks and cum. I only had a week to learn it all. This was so utterly depraved, I could hardly believe it was happening.
By the way,' said one of the soldiers pushing my trolley as we got to the end of the first rank of soldiers, and started working our way back along the second rank, Once you've memorized all these soldiers' loads, and can recognize them blindfolded from the taste of their spunk, you and your pals will be moved to the next two ranks. In the next few weeks you'll all have serviced the 2,000 soldiers on this parade ground, and memorized all their names from the taste of their loads in your mouths! You won't be allowed to recognize them by their faces, only by the flavor and consistency of their spunk in your mouth. This is so you can thank them by name when they feed you thru the glory hole of the suck-off cubicle where you'll be imprisoned for the rest of your useful life. The only time you'll be let out is to service new recruits, who you'll also have to memorize by their unique spunk taste.'
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was going to be locked up in a cubicle, with just a glory hold to feed me soldier spunk, and presumably piss, from anonymous soldier cocks. I wouldn't ever see their faces (except for the new recruits), just have to recognize them from the taste of their loads and the smell of their cocks.
Disgusting, isn't it?' said the soldier to my right, as I sucked off another soldier's cock. Bet you didn't think the Army did this sort of thing to civilians. We're trained to kill, boy -- just you remember that! You and your anarchist peacenik friends are lucky we prefer to have fun by using you as fuck-meat!'
`Yes sir, thank you sir!', I said as I swallowed my 52nd load of cum this morning. Thin and watery -- Private Jim Collins, I made a mental note as we moved to the 53rd soldier.
If you think this is disgusting and depraved, wait till this afternoon,' laughed the soldier to my left. Remember, it's latrine duty for you and your pacifist mates this afternoon. I hope you're all thirsty!'
I kept on swallowing soldier spunk until we finally got to the last soldier in the second line. As I got my 100th mouthful of army cum I found it hard to swallow it --all the soldier sperm had filled my belly and seemed to be stuck in my throat. No matter how hard I swallowed the last few loads wouldn't go down -- I was literally full up. Private Jason Clark' said the soldier to my right, as I tried to remember the flavor of his cum. Thank you, sir. Thank you for feeding me your sperm, sir!' I said.
`Look at his belly, it's bulging obscenely with soldier spunk! He looks like a pregnant woman,' laughed the soldier on my right as they wheeled me and my colleagues back to our respective huts for a rest before going on latrine duty, whatever that meant.
`Yes, and it's oozing out of his mouth and nostrils too -- and he's got soldiers' cum all over his face! It's disgusting! Sheer fuckin' filth!' said the soldier on my left, whilst the third soldier was taking pictures.
Bet your parents would love to see these,' said the soldier taking the pictures. If ever you try to escape, we'll make sure they get the videos and pictures we've taken of you this morning and yesterday, and the ones we'll take in the latrine this afternoon.'
I won't try to escape,' I promised. I love it here. You are all so kind to me, thank you so very much for feeding me such delicious army food and for teaching me respect for the British Army'.
Respect? You ain't learned nothin' yet, son!' said the soldier taking photos of my cum-covered face. Wait till you've been used as a soldier's urinal all afternoon, and gang-raped up the arse by a hundred soldiers. That'll teach you respect, boy!'
`And all that is just to break you in for the 5,000 American marines on the camp to use as their plaything', said one of the soldiers pushing my trolley.
We came to my hut, and they threw me in. Several of my colleagues were in there already.
Right, this is prisoner hut number 3,' said one of the soldiers. You'll be kept together from now on. You'll all eat from the dog-bowls and use the buckets for your toilets.'
They then chained us all up around the walls, each with bundle of hay to sleep on, two dog bowls filled with spunk-covered dog food and soldier piss, and a rusty bucket to piss and shit in. We couldn't move far with the chains attached to our neck collars, just up and down like dogs on a leash. We couldn't reach each other. It was embarrassing, having to eat cum-covered dog food and drink soldier piss from the dog bowls in front of some of my best friends. What made it worse, I suddenly spotted my elder brother over in the far corner. So he had been captured too. He tried to avoid making eye contact, and I was disgusted as I saw him lap up the soldier piss in his dog bowl. But what else could we do? We were given nothing else to drink, and we certainly couldn't reach the cold water tap in the corner because of the chains.
Then three soldiers walked in, and pointed to me and my brother.
So you two are brothers, are you?' said one of the soldiers. We've just been thru the prisoners' papers, and we see you have the same surname and address. Bet mum and dad are wondering where there precious boys are, if only they could see you now.'
`OK, we're gonna have some more fun,' said the second soldier, as he came over and unchained me from the wall. He led me over to my elder brother, who was aged 20. I had always secretly fancied him, but being brothers we'd never done anything sexual together. Besides he was straight, with a girlfriend. At least he WAS straight till the Army captured us.
`On your knees and give your brother a nice slow blow-job,' ordered the soldier who had led me over to the corner where my brother stood.
The third soldier got my brother's smooth circumcised cock out of his trousers and started masturbating it to make it hard.
Your little brother's going to suck you off and drink your load,' he said. And we're gonna film it all!'
One of the soldiers started the video camera, as I was pushed to my knees in front of my brother, and he was forced to enter my mouth.
`That's right, suck your brother's big cock. Do you like the smell and taste of his prick? Nice, isn't it? Suck out all his sweet hot cum, there's a good boy,' said the soldier kneeling beside me, who was now jerking me off.
`This is so wrong, I don't want to do this,' said my brother, who was quite religious. But the army could corrupt anyone.
The third soldier standing behind my brother shoved some poppers up his nose.
`Oh, but you DO want to do this! You've wanted to fuck you little brother's mouth and arse for years, admit it!' said the soldier.
As the poppers took effect, breaking down his inhibitions, my brother started moaning as he fucked my mouth:
Yeah, yeah -- I've always wanted to fuck your little girly mouth and arse!' I couldn't believe my brother was saying these things to me, what was the Army doing to us? Drink my spunk, you know you've always wanted to. That's right, drink your big brother's spunky load, swallow it all down!'
My brother shot his load in my mouth, and it was absolutely delicious! I felt utterly depraved as I swallowed it, but worse was to follow. Or rather better was to follow, I was now so confused as to what was right and what was wrong.
`I think your brother needs to piss now,' said the soldier who was jerking me off.
`Yes, your little brother is thirsty -- give him a hot drink of your piss,' said the soldier taking the video.
The soldier behind my brother shoved the poppers up his nose again. After a few seconds he succumbed, and said:
`D'ya wanna drink your big brother's piss? Open your mouth then, here it comes! Enjoy, you dirty little fucker!'
The soldier next to me wanked me right off as my brother started pissing in my mouth, and all over me. I was drenched in his piss, and I swallowed loads of it.
The soldier jerking me off whispered in my ear: `Yeah, drink your brother's hot piss. You love the strong flavor, don't you? This is just a taste of what you'll get from the soldiers when you're on latrine duty this afternoon.'
I shot my load, as my brother continued to fill my mouth and throat with his piss.
OK, back to your place. We'll make sure your brother fucks your arse and mouth every day,' said the soldier, leading me back and chaining me to the wall again. Have a rest for a few hours. You're all on urinal duty in the main barrack latrines at 12 noon.'
I sat on the hay, and looked over at my brother. He tried to avoid my eyes, but eventually our eyes met. He sneered at me and shouted across the hut: `You dirty little faggot piss-drinker! You got me into this mess. Persuading me to come on this peace demo. Now they're trying to turn me into a faggot like you!'
`I'm sorry,' I sniveled.
Yeah, well from now on I'm gonna use your arse and mouth whenever I can,' said my brother. You are gonna be the lowest of the low. We may be sex slaves of the army, but you're gonna be my personal slave. A slave of your slave brother, you can't get lower than that! Cunt faced girly boy, I shoulda raped you years ago! You were begging for it.'
We sat around thinking of all the spunk we'd swallowed that morning from the soldiers on the parade ground, and wondered exactly what urinal duty in the latrines would mean. It didn't really take much imagination from what had already occurred. Oh God, I was EXCITED!
... to be continued.