Kevin Jones - New Orders is a multi chapter story about Kink and Piss and a sexy Army Private who is getting to know his Unit. This is a fictional story about adult gay men. If you aren't interested, or this is illegal where you live, please find another story to read.
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The Precursor to this story is "The New Army Recruit" written by er14990606@gmail.com. That's where Kevin Jones got his Army footing. Go back and read that story. It's very hot.
Kevin Jones - New Orders 10
Day 2 1215
By the time Miller has led Jones back outside, into the Nutrition Bar, Private Jones get's the idea that Private Miller is miffed. They both stop. Jones calmly says, "What is the matter?"
Miller with a scowl but in a hushed tone says, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Jones, feeling a little defensive, softly answered "First I'm getting to know everyone in the house which is I was told to do, and secondly, I was told that I couldn't say No to anyone in the house, plus I think I need to stretch out my hole so I don't get hurt along the way. Did I misunderstand something?"
Miller thinks for a minute and pauses and softly responds, "you're right. I guess I'm just a tiny bit jealous. I am a gay SUB, with a capital S and Private Anton gave you to me to take care of for 3 days, which is like a 3 day free pass for me. First, he took you for the night and slept with you and then I find Private Reynolds and his Buddy, Tim with you bent over and a finger up your butt. "
"Hey look," says Kevin Jones in intense but whispering tones, "First, I told you that I loved you fucking me in your room last night and that I hope we do that lots more, but I have to learn how to fit into a household with a bunch of gay men IN the fucking Army, no less. And I'm doing my best to follow all of the protocols here. Plus, I've been ordered to fuck you tonight." Kevin puts his arms around Private Miller and gives him a gentle but wet kiss. "I'm really looking forward to fucking you tonight, Okay? Now, Greg, let's go introduce my thumb to your computer...okay? All better? Greg sniffed a little and gave a small smile back indicating his acceptance of what he'd just been told.
They walk to the small office where they find Private Anton sitting at his desk sitting in his chair, behind his desk. "Excuse me Private Anton, Can I use your desk for a moment? I need to register Private Jones thumbprint in the House Lock system," says Private Miller, following the directions that Anton had given him the day before.
"You can, But you're gonna owe me a BJ," says Anton.
"You know me, anything for the team," replies Greg. Anton gets up and goes into the Gym to see what's going on in there.
"Was he serious about you owing him a blowjob?" Asks Kevin of Greg. "Of course he's serious. Besides, I'm not allowed to answer No ever. Neither are you. Neither is anyone here.
"Anton must get a lot of blowjobs," Private Jones observes in a hushed voice.
"As many as he wants," answers Greg. "Now, sit still and put your thumb right here on this little scanner." It lights up for a minute. Greg taps `Private Keven Jones.' on the keyboard As he utters the words quietly to himself and continues typing. "Reports to Private 1st Class William Anton... There. We'll give it a couple of minutes and then go out to the front door and make sure it works. Uh-oh, we'll have to wait. I see the tailor walking up the front steps with his measurement briefcase. Watch and learn, Private. Greg reaches behind the desk and leans towards a small, built into the wall is a microphone and he pushes a button which lights up green. "We have an outsider at the front door who is entering the building. It's the Tailor." "We don't have occasion to do that often. But with everyone running around naked it's important that they at Least know get a warning."
Greg gets up and walks to the front door with Kevin. "Welcome Mr. Hoffman, please come in.... This is Private Kevin Jones whom you will be fitting." Private Miller escorts them into the Family Room where Mr. Hoffman likes to do fittings. As Hofmann opens his bag and pulls out some chalk and cloth tape, he says, "pleased to meet you, Sir." The room has a long mirror on the wall and a Large Skylight overhead.
"Would you please get the pants from your uniform and bring your boots as well." All of the men here have been measured by Mr. Hoffman, a man probably in his early 40s, and they all know that if he's going to measure you, he's going to be fondling your package, cock and balls, Greg is thinking.
Kevin runs back down with his dress pants and hand and gives them to Mr. Hoffman. "Please put them on." Mr. Hofmann waiting anxiously and observing everything. "No private Jones, take off your underwear. "
Kevin looks a little oddly toward Greg expecting to hear something reasonable that would explain this. Greg has heard this before and repeats this: "Mr. Hofmann does his best to make every single man in this unit look as fabulous and masculine as possible. Mr. Hofmann will design something to accommodate your package. Something that will be built into the pants. And then Greg drops back to the empty couch in the room and sits observing the process. Out comes Mr. Hoffmans cloth tape and takes all the measurements from his crotch down to his heel. "Very good, now take off your pants." And the tape measures everything again. It measures his inseam it measures around his thigh. It measures around his butt. It measures from his waist down the back to his balls, Kevin is beginning to giggle a little at the process. "Make your dick hard for me." Kevin just looks at him with his mouth kind of open. Greg just sits there and grins, enjoying Kevin's lack of understanding. Mr. Hofmann proceeds, "I have to know exactly what I'm working with. I don't want you to experience wardrobe malfunctions in public. I want you to look like a goddamned superhero. This is my job. This is what I do. Now get hard for me." Kevin squeezes his junk for a moment and then Mr. Hofmann says " Oi, I will do this." And he grabs private Jones dick and starts to suck on it. Kevin looks at Greg, raising his eyebrows. Greg simply shrugs as if to say, `what do you want me to do about it?'
And then, when it's all hard and drippy, Mr. Hofmann pulls out his tape and measures everything again. And then starts to pack up his satchel. But private Jones says "wait, please. Can I ask you a question? Is it possible for you to craft me some leather shorts?"
"Tell me about these shorts, please" Hofmann says.
"well, Kevin tells Mr. Hofmann that he'd like for them to be very tight, i'd like for them to show a large bulge. I'd like for the shorts to ride low on my waist and high on my thighs, I want my butt to stand out in a crowd, and the leather should be very soft."
"do you want a zipper?" Kevin nods. "if you want your junk to really stand out, we can do a criss-cross drawstring in front." "I like it" agrees Kevin. "one more thing Mr. Hofmann asks, "shall I put a zipper in the back?" Kevin say yes.
"One more thing, "Kevin asks. "How much will these cost? " "only one blowjob.... I will suck you,". " I will have the pants and the shorts in one week, but you must come to my shop to pick them up."
" I still have more questions Mr. Hoffman: can you make things like a leather harness or chaps?" " yes, of course, I can make anything. Leather is my favorite.
"I want one for myself and one for a gift." Kevin tells him.
But I will need to measure whoever these are for." Hoffman says
"do you keep the measurements for everybody who lives here?" "Of course," Hoffman says. "Please understand, one is for me and the other harness will be for a gift, he whispers to Mr. Hoffman. "I want to keep this super quiet. I want you to make a pair of chaps and a bulldog harness for private Anton." "Yes sir, I can do that," states Hoffman
" I hope we can negotiate a good price. Mr. Hoffman, I don't have a lot of money." "Private Jones, I will work with you to make sure you get a good deal. I like you" and with that Mr. Hofmann leaves through the front door.
Without getting out of the seat, Greg says, "what the fuck are you up to?