FIELD TESTS OF TEXTRAPHEDERINE-12
EPISODE THREE
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[Excerpt from the test documentation: Having now confirmed both the efficiency of Textraphederine-12 in the field, as well as the inevitability of its side-effects, the question then became whether it was possible to deal with the side-effects in a manner which would be acceptable to the military. Inspired by the historical concept of "camp followers,", we decided that one more test would be conducted, this time with a practical addition to the field test.]
"Hookers?" Private Gladden said with glee as he took the small white cup filled with yellow liquid. "They are providing the whole fucking base with hookers?"
"Who will be available to everyone who volunteers for this test, to deal with the side-effects of its use. Since this drug's usefulness is only compromised by an increase in the libido." Captain Krstic affably, "we see no reason why we should forego its benefits when the solution is to simply provide the soldiers with a suitable outlet until the side-effects wear off."
"So I get to work like a sonofabitch all day, and then tonight...whoo-whee!" Private Gladden said. "Tonight we get an unlimited supply of nookie!"
"That is the result." Captain Krstic said. His last name was a matter of opinion among his company, he refused to offer them any aid in how to pronounce it, most people said "Kur-stick." "Now, understand that this test is strictly on a volunteer basis, nobody is being required to participate."
Private Gladden tossed the liquid back like it was a shot of whiskey and crumpled the cup in his muscle-powered paw of a hand. "Does that answer your question, sir?" he said.
"Indubitably." Captain Krstic said. "Now, eat a hearty breakfast, you will need the additional energy for today's exercises."
"And tonight's exercises." Private Gladden said, his face bore a smile that threatened to separate his head into two pieces. "First I'm going to start with a red-head, and then maybe a black or oriental chick, and then..." By the time he finished his meal, his night's activities would require the services of twenty distinctly beautiful women, most of whom would also need to be adept in specific sexual activities.
He breezed through the day's exercises, which by now were less a matter of testing the drug's effectiveness as confirming the medication had actually been taken. Private Gladden broke five of his "personal best" records, and matched all of the rest. His mental tests in the afternoon were ludicrously easy, he only scored slightly above average because most of his new mental prowess was dwelling upon his plans for the night.
And then it was his turn to go to the house where they had all the hookers. Lines of women waited for him there, all with rather puzzled looks on their faces. Why? Didn't they known why they were there?
"So which one do you want?" the woman in charge asked Private Gladden and six others who were studying the women.
Private Gladden looked over the whores. And to his surprise, he found his johnson was totally uninterested. "None of them." He said, rather to his own dismay. "I don't think I could get it up for any of these women."
"So what is wrong with them?" the woman demanded in exasperation. "Not a single soldier has taken a single one of my girls with him. I was promised a hundred dollars for each soldier who went upstairs. What the hell did they put in that drink of yours?"
"I don't know." Private Gladden said. "Lady, I am as mad about this as you are. I have been royally screwed. They must have dosed that shit with saltpeter. My dick is sound asleep." He yawned. "And I reckon I might as well do the same. Maybe in the morning I can get it up. They said you'd be around for the next three days, right?"
"Anytime you want to come back." the woman agreed. "See if you can get it up before then, okay? I hate to go home without milking the Army for all its worth." she leered at Gladden, who backed away. She had been attractive once...about thirty years ago!
Private Gladden went back to the base, shaking his head. What the hell had happened to the promised raging hard-on that couldn't be satisfied? Man, he'd been gypped! They had put something into the cups that counter-acted the drug's libido-enhancing aspects, and they hadn't told him!
Back at the barracks, the men were locked in the midst of an ongoing gay orgy! "What the fuck is going on here?" Private Gladden said. "Damn! Why aren't you guys over at the whorehouse?"
"Damn, man!" Private Dickerson said. "Don't ask me! I went there, nothing! I got back here, I wanted sex! Don't ask me why! Just got horny as hell, right here!" And Dickerson groaned and went back to sucking the fat black dong that belonged to Private Yancey.
"He's not kidding." Private Yancey gasped out. "I went there, nothing. Came back, horny, went back, nothing again. You only get horny around the other guys who took the drug, man! You have to have used the drug!"
"Aw, man!" Private Gladden groaned. They were right, he was getting randy as hell, just watching these muscled young soldiers all groaning in lust. And yet, the thought of the women, they did nothing for him. What the hell had they put in that drug? God, he wanted to suck cock, right now! Private Yancey's dong looked so damned luscious right now! He wanted to taste that huge sucker!
He struggled over toward his bunk, licked his lips, his saliva was pouring out onto his tongue and he had to swallow convulsively. Thinking about wrapping his lips around a hot, hard prod! If he got into bed and pumped it...no, God, no! He wanted cock, hard cock, all pumped full of Textraphederine-12 cock! He got his clothes off, and it was agony, listening to all the men around him moaning in sexual joy. And he wasn't getting any of it!
"God!" He groaned and grabbed his crotch. He had the hardest damned erection of his life! And it only wanted male soldier ass or mouth to satisfy it! No red-headed woman, no Oriental broad that could clench her vagina about his cock, no Negress with fat lips that could slurp him bone-dry! He only wanted strong men in his embrace, hot horny guys who would suck his cock and bone him up the ass, he wanted those friends of his, those soldiers who had joined him in the day's exercises, straining to excel at the obstacle course, all of them imbued with the Textraphederine-12. They had taken it, as had he...that was why he wanted them!
When a hard hand gripped his ass and squeezed it, he didn't need to turn around to know that the soldier who had seized his butt had taken the drug. He just knew, and he leaned back into the man's arm and turned his head around to receive the kiss that was offered to him. Shit, it was Corporal Lopez! One of those twenty women on his list, was it number eleven or twelve, had been a Latina. Lopez would make a good substitute!
"Hey, Lopez, how about giving me a ride on that Latin Express?" He panted.
Lopez's response was to shove Gladden at the bed, pivoting him as he did so. Gladden landed on his back on the bunk, and Lopez landed on him, his groin colliding with Gladden's boxer shorts, their erections grinding together as Lopez hunched at Gladden's basket, hard dong pressing against his own virile prod, rolling upon it, bringing it to life.
"Ah, shit!" Gladden moaned. "Shit, yeah, come on, we got the entire night here! I want you to fuck me, and then I'm going to fuck you, and then!"
But Lopez was far gone in rut, he was yanking Gladden's boxers off with a ferocity that caused them to tear across the buttocks, the flimsy material of the worn cloth giving way. Gladden didn't care, he was uncovered now, and he had a horny Latin stud on top of him, ready to drive a hard cock right into him! "Yeah, God, yeah, give it to me, Lopez, I want it in hard, damn it!"
Lopez made a quick hawk of spit and smeared the glob of saliva on his pud, and that was all the lube he gave it before pressing that hard dong at Gladden's virginal ass. Gladden had rarely considered this with anything other than horror, his few other moments had been nothing more than an idle curiosity. Now, the desire for it burned within him, and when the cockhead kissed his anus, he only moaned and his hands gripped Lopez's buttocks and yanked him inwards, that hard prong diving into him.
"Ah, yeah, come on, fuck me!" he grunted. "Uhh, GUHHH!" were his next words.
For Lopez was now thrusting his hips with a frenetic fury that threatened to rip Gladden wide open. If Gladden had been anything other than deeply desirous of this coupling, if he had bene reluctant, he wouldn't have had the relaxation of muscles and tissue that kept this from tearing him apart, as it was, all he had was an overpowering need for sex that turned him from bashful virgin butt to horny, willing fuck-boy.
Gladden grabbed hold of Lopez's bare back and clung to the brown-skinned muscles that were rippling as Lopez hunched at him, stared open-mouthed at his Latin lover, wanting him, God, yes, wanting him all night long!
Lopez was like a man possessed, and Gladden wondered if Lopez had somehow taken a double-dose of the drug, or if he had waited longer than the others to come forward for this all-male orgy. No matter, he was garnering the benefit of it as Lopez plowed his ass with a fury that was just what he needed now, God, yes, he needed it!
He was a part of this soldier's orgy, this barracks of butt-humping buddies, and all around him were the sounds of male lust, the sights of men fucking men, men sucking men, and he was in the midst of them, a hot hard dong plunging in and out of his ass!
"Uhh, uuh, ahh, AAHH, AHH, AHHH, ANNNHANNNHHHH!" Lopez yelped and he creamed in Gladden's ass with a fury that shook him to the core, hot, steamy hot, come jetted into his bowels.
Gladden felt his body shiver with the feeling of hot male jizz in his butt, and he suddenly found his own brain joining in joyously, he groaned and his own cock exploded upwards, pelted his muscular lover's stomach with his joy-juice, Gladden's was clenching at Lopez's cock, squeezing that pud for all the jism left inside it, Lopez still pumping at him, and Gladden's sphincter was getting all of it.
Lopez finally stopped moving, his body shivering not in exhaustion or fear, but in the sheer power of his climax. Panting, he looked at Gladden's face and Gladden smiled up at him.
And rolled them both over, the bunk barely contained them as he ended up on top of Lopez.
"Ready for your turn now, Lopez?" he asked his corporal.
"Uhhh!" was all Lopez said.
Gladden took that as a yes, he used his own come for part of the lubrication, added some of his spit to finish the job, and then he was lifting Lopez's legs up to rest them on his shoulders.
"Hang, on, here it comes."
"Oh, AH, AHH, GAHHH!" Lopez yipped as Gladden's pud went into him, he was now clawing at Gladden's back, those nails drove into the flesh of his back and Gladden clenched his teeth and groaned, and then he rammed his dick hard inside Lopez's quivering buns.
"Yow, ow, ow, ow!" Lopez cried out, but it wasn't pain, it was more like he was showing an animalistic side of him, like he was lost inside his need and his desires, he clutched Gladden as Gladden pummeled his tight buns with his sturdy soldier pud.
Gladden closed his eyes and let his body drive itself, those nails were biting into his back like an eagle's talons, he was trapped here until he came...if Lopez even let go of him then!
Then Lopez's hands ceased their claw-like attitude, began caressing his back and Lopez moaned up at him in warm syllables incomprehensible but welcoming. Gladden grinned at Lopez and gained a smile in response, and Lopez crooned at him, his initial intensity draining out of him as he was fucked by Gladden's dong.
"Three more days." Gladden gasped. "That's how long this takes to wear off. Three days. Shit, we had hookers we could use, and we didn't want them! God!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Lopez panted back. "Three days of this, and then we can get back to normal."
"Normal." Gladden said and that thought actually depressed him. "Can't we get more of the stuff?" he said.
"Want to keep on doing this?"
"Right now, yes, sir." Gladden admitted. "I don't ever want to stop fucking you, being fucked by you."
"Maybe we can get some more from the labs." Lopez said. "We'll check into that."
Another pair of soldiers joined them on the bunks, a pair of hard cocks were shoved at Lopez's mouth, at Gladden's.
Gladden scarfed his down. When another prod knocked at his ass, he just sighed.
This was the life of a soldier! Who the fuck needed hookers, when you had your buddies all around you! Fucking A!
He wondered how much the drug company would charge for more of their drug. And how much trouble it would be to make some for himself. He could see the benefits of a source outside of the official tests. Wondered if the drug company had an enterprising lab technician who would see it that way.
THE END
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