Kevin Jones - New Orders is a multi chapter story about an Army Private who is very engaged in kinky sex and Urination games. This is a fictional story about adults 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 9
Day 2 1100
The 2 mile run was pretty easy, Kevin thought. But then he was doing more than that back in Fort Bragg. They all were. But private Jones was really looking forward to the gym. He wondered to himself why there were two gyms? Why would the ambassadors need a special facility for them only? But then he figured that he'd know soon enough.
Private Miller walked private Jones through the gym and into the locker room and showers beyond. "Just wanted you to know where all this shit is. If you want ever to use the locker room, you just have to bring your own lock. But I don't even think any of our guys, use the lockers or the showers here." Then they headed back into the gym replete with treadmills and mostly older weight-stack plate systems. There were certainly no machines with automatic anything. Every single weight had to be hauled over from the weight racks and loaded onto the machines and set up in order to perform any exercise. And then you have to take the weights back to their storage spot and it better be in the right place or they would call you out on it. The Army way.
Miller grabbed one of the old style gym forms and started to check off all the exercises that he was assigning Jones to complete, rotating some by days of the week most days. "You're going to do three sets of everything today and every day this week. Then we're going to go to four sets for the next week and then you're going to do five sets of each of these exercises for the following two weeks and we will review you then. But that's only in this gym. I'll take you over to the other gym where you will also work out for a while each day. Let's get started." Miller, asked Jones how much he was used to pushing. Private Jones responded, "I've been doing more cardio and core for the last 3 months. But I'm looking forward to pushing some weight. I love working out." Miller, with his own cut and studly body, instructed Jones to begin by showing how he will use these weights. With most of the exercises he had good form. when he didn't, Miller would jump in and show him the correct way, the army way, of using the machine. Private Jones was enjoying the interaction with his buddy but, was mindful of not running his hands over Private Jones arms and chest in full view of other Army men. "Not the ambassadors, we don't worry about them. they can see everything". The 2 men rotated, sharing the same machines so that they could take advantage of not having to carry out two sets of weights back-and-forth. The workout was a little shorter than anticipated because this first day was basically about how to use the gym and the correct form for each of the exercises. "It's going to get harder, and so will you. I suggest that we shower back at the house. Our showers are much nicer. Let's head over."
"Do we have time for a snack and a cup of coffee? I could really use it, Jones pleaded."
"Sure, if there's any left. And if there's not, we could grab some caffeine pills at the nutritional bar, they really help when it comes to working out. But here's the thing, the maximum number of cups of coffee or pills or combination of the two is five per day. Don't go over that or you won't be able to sleep, unless, of course, you're going to be doing an all nighter. Typically, they last for only four or five hours, just like coffee." Jones appreciated the guidance and opted for the cup of coffee. "I need something warm in my stomach," Jones said. Miller retorted, whispering in Kevin's ear. " When we're done with our exercises, I'll be more than happy to fill your stomach with something warm. "Kevin laughed, "awesome, maybe later, but I think I need a protein bar at the moment. "
"Follow me, Miller Said, kind of as if it were an invitation. Private Jones was guided past the showers into a small dressing room. No lockers, just small cubbies along the wall where you could put your shoes and shirts. There was a locker room type bench in the middle of the room. Nothing fancy, but clean. Nothing secure and then continued through another door into the hi Tech gym which is used exclusively by the guys in the unit. Only ambassadors, their immediate superiors and Sergeant Brown's staff could use this facility, in fact, nobody else knew about it.
Kevin immediately observed, "wow, there's almost no old shit in here. This is all newer and high-tech."The layout was compact. Maybe 30x35 feet. Most of the floor was one giant semi hard rubber mat. And the machines were mostly not about huge weights, but small core units that would assist a user with muscle shaping. A couple of benches, a small rack of dumbbells, and, most surprisingly, a motorized fuck machine set up on the floor with a cabinet of attachable dildoes of various sizes and right next to that, 2 large pump bottles sitting on a small counter, one with lube and the other with Hibiclens, and a deep utility sink for cleaning the equipment. A roll of paper towels under the counter.
"We have to be conditioned to be ready for whatever our clients want, You see those hooks in the ceiling? That's where we can hang slings. We need to be in tip top condition, ready to take anything. The floor is made to hose it down if necessary. Usually, a good cleaning out prior is all that's necessary. The guys know how to use this stuff," says Private Miller. "I'm guessing that you've never taken a fist, right?"
"Correct," Jones answers a little dubiously, "is that required?"
" Nobody's gonna tell you that you have to, but, if you get fucked by the First Sergeant and you're not prepared to take it, you may regret it. If we stretch your hole out enough, you'll probably enjoy it a whole lot more. And, if I might offer my services, I would love to participate in opening you up, says Miller smiling widely. "So give it some thought. Perhaps you should observe some of the other guys training in here. Remember, it's the reason why we promote voyeurism. We always benefit when we teach each other. I love to get fisted and I'd be happy for you to learn on my hole if you want. Keep in mind that you will also be doing Kegel exercises here in this gym to teach you how to close your hole back up each time. Your sphincter is just another muscle and it needs to be exercised.
" Are we working out in here today? Or can I just observe today and start in tomorrow? Asks Kevin.
" you can spend about 20 minutes observing in here now, but we need to get your thumbprint registered in the database and then you have an appointment with the `Tailor to the ambassadors' right after that. And I'll be with you for the whole day," says Miller. "I'll be back in a few minutes, I got to go visit the head. "
As soon as Greg Miller leaves the gym room, a couple of guys that Kevin hasn't met before, walk up to him and offer to shake hands, "Hi new guy, I'm Joey and this is Tim."
"do I have to drop to my knees and open my mouth?" Kevin introduces himself with a welcoming smile. "I'm Private Kevin Jones."
"Yeah, but we can do the introduction ritual this afternoon. And, yes Kevin we know who you are. All the hot guys here keep track of one another, Right now we're just about to do some floor exercises. Have any questions about this facility?"
" well, yes Sergeant Miller has just introduced me to the concept of needing to use this fuck machine over here to open up my ass. How do you guys deal with it?"
"I really like to get fucked by a real dick more than by the machine," says Joey. " but I think three things are necessary to be constantly ready: first a human cock, 2nd by the fuck machine. An 3rd by a fist.
"Keep in mind that the machine doesn't get tired. It goes for as long as it's needed. And sometimes that's exactly what's called for" says Tim. "Which do you like best?"
" I've never played with a machine like this or taken a fist so I really don't know, but it seems like I probably need to," Kevin replies. "But I think I'm gonna need some help. Do you guys help each other?"
"We do. And we'd be very happy to help you too." Do you mind if we take a look?" Asks Tim. "Drop your short and bend over. Pull your glutes apart."
Kevin complies. Drops his shorts and bends over, opening his hole for inspection. Tim squats right behind Kevin, gets up close and runs his forefinger over Kevin's starfish. "this is really beautiful, Joey. Come check this out"
Joey does. He gets right up to Kevins butt hole and presses his two thumbs on either side stretching the hole open even more "you're right. It is beautiful, but it needs some work. You could barely fit a tongue in there. You know, Kevin we are really good at this and we can help you with it. Anton told me you might want some help" And then he spits on Kevins hole and rubs it around. Kevin doesn't flinch. He just moans long and slow. "Yeah, this is a nice hole, I can work with this."
At just this moment, Greg walks back into the room. "Hi boys, Kevin, we need to get going. You have an appointment."
"Okey dokey," says Private Tim. "We'll be around this afternoon. Come find us." And then he reveals a huge smile.