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BBS: First Impression BBS
Date: 07-31-93 (08:29) Number: 13386
From: CHIPMONK Refer#: NONE
To: ALL Recvd: NO
Subj: MARINE TRAINING -2ND ATTE Conf: (103) FANTASY
"Marine training" by KAS It was almost 4pm and I was as nervous as hell. I had meet Dan at Hula's the night before and it was only once we got talking that I found out that he was a military man. I had confessed to my military fantasies and a day later one was about to become reality. There was a knock on the hotel door and I almost leapt out of my jockstrap. Nervously I opened the door and there he stood : a knight in shining armour with a twist; he was a staff sergeant, not a knight, and instead of armour he was wearing dress uniform. What surprised me was that even after working and travelling in the Hawaiian sun his uniform was crisp and clean. Trying to keep my tongue from panting I waited for him to speak. To my surprise he ignored me and greeted my travelling companion! "What the fuck is going on here?", I thought to myself. Luckily before I could ruin everything by demanding an explanation he turned to me and said "You, private, get your kit and wait outside". Silently I walked past him and reached for my bag, mistake number one! "Private, what the fuck do you think your doing?" he thundered after having tripped me up and using his boot on my neck to keep my face in the carpet, "getting my bag as ordered" I gasped, adding "sir" after a seconds pause. I was then was given my first lesson on military manners; standing at attention (or as I was told a pathetic attempt at it) I was informed that a private had to remember three things: <must get the layout right!! - more after I've check this msg out>
- Origin: big tedd's #1, melbourne, oz +61 3 417 2440 (3:634/381)
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BBS: First Impression BBS
Date: 07-31-93 (08:34) Number: 13387
From: CHIPMONK Refer#: NONE
To: ALL Recvd: NO
Subj: "MARINE TRAINING PART II Conf: (103) FANTASY
- All utterances from the private were to be prefixed and sufficed with the word "Sir",
- The private was only to speak when either given permission to do so, or in response to the Sergeant's question.
- At all times the private was to do what the Sergeant said, without pause and without question. Having replied "Sir, Yes, Sir!" to the sergeant's question of had I understood the rules, I was allowed to collect my bag and left the room. Once outside I collected my thoughts and realised that I was both shaking with fear and as horny as hell. Dan stepped into the corridor. As ordered I was standing "easy" unfortunately he was just in time to see me easing my trapped hard on. Glaring at me he told me to follow him, once in the car I was told that having touched my dick without permission was going to cost. "Cost?", I thought, "what kind of punishment had he in mind". I thought we were driving back to his flat which was opposite the army base but I was wrong! As we pulled into the army base, he heard my gasp of surprise and informed me that there was no way a private could be allowed to have such long hair and that I was about to have a military haircut at the military barber! My hair was not exactly long but my hard on leapt to attention at the thought of having a haircut on base. Nervously I got out of the car, the only male civilian in sight. We walked over to the barber where I "took a number". "43" was the number printed on the ticket, and the room was crowded with men in army fatigues. The air was full of tension, some of these guys had been waiting for over an hour and most of the younger ones resented having to get their hair cut. The air was full of the scent of masculine aggression, and I found myself reacting to it; when one of the guys gave me the "what the fuck are you doing here look" I looked back in a manner which said "Go fuck yourself". It must have been the right thing to do as he smiled and looked away. Realising that I had at least a sixty minute wait, I left the crowded room to stand in the fresh air and look over the base. (sorry about the identing! Well thats the first part of my fantasy come true, does anyone want to read the rest??? Say hello and I'll post the rest, or at least the next page!>
- Origin: big tedd's #1, melbourne, oz +61 3 417 2440 (3:634/381)
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BBS: First Impression BBS
Date: 08-13-93 (13:13) Number: 20727
From: CHIPMONK Refer#: NONE
To: ALL THOSE WHO LIKE MARINE Recvd: NO
Subj: MARINE TRAINING III Conf: (103) FANTASY
Dan was chatting with friends, but excused himself when he saw me standing on my own. Taking me out of the earshot of others he told me that if anyone asked I was to say that I was Australian army, as it was common for Aussie soldiers to be stationed here, off and on. I was also informed that the sergeant was not a "hard arse" and to prove it I could have a choice as to which haircut I was to have. Some choice! Either the marine "high and tight" or an army "flat top". Either way the sides would be shaved, the only difference being that the flat top would be done with a #4 (leaving it about ½" long)while the "high and tight" would be done with a #2 (about ¼" long). I opted for the "high and tight" thinking that if I was going to go through with it I was going to go the whole way. The sixty minutes wait became ninety before it was my turn, a hell of a long time to think about what was going to happed... "How would work cope with the extreme haircut", I thought, " Hell, stuff work, how would my lover cope?".We had an open relationship and no secrets between us, but a military haircut! Then it was my turn... I took the chair and asked for a "high and tight" then added, as I had been instructed to, "very high and very tight". The Chinese lady said "O.K" and got to work Getting my haircut felt great, the buzz of the clippers vibrated through my head as the hair fell about my shoulders, the only letdown was that the person doing the haircut was not a soldier but that is the difference between fantasy and reality .. reality is full of small disappointments. Five minutes later I climbed out of the chair and paid up the $4.50. Getting back to the car I took a long look in the side mirror and looking back at me was a freshly shorn marine with a grin which stretched from ear to ear. At that moment a gust of wind caressed my head and an undescribable wash of pleasure rippled through my scalp - now I knew at least one of the reasons for the "high and tight"; it felt good! It was only a short drive from the base to Dan's apartment and I spend most of that time playing with my head, just the feel of the short stubble made me horny! The walk up to his apartment was the longest walk of my life ... what had I let myself in for? Dan was right behind me and had said nothing from the time we left the base, he opened the door and gestured for me to enter. Not knowing what was expected of me I stood "at ease" and waited. Ignoring me he sat down and started going through his mail. Five minutes passed before I was "noticed"; he pointed to the uniform laid out on the couch and asked me if I thought I was worthy of it. I longingly looked at the kharki shirt and the dark green trousers which with the kharki garrison cap, made up a marine's Class A modified. "Too fucking right, I'm worthy"" I thought to me myself, but to him I said " Sir, I believe so, Sir".. The response must have been good enough for I was told to strip down to my jockstrap and was then instructed on the correct way to wear the uniform. Dan sent me into the bedroom to see what I looked like. Staring back from the mirror was a marine rookie, eager and willing to do what ever the sergeant asked of him. My daydream was broken by the sergeant's demand for a drink, which I fetched for him then stood waiting for whatever was to follow. Again I was ignored for a minute or so, then he looked me over, smiled at my obvious hard on, then ordered me to remove his shoes and socks. As I sunk to my knees he added the restriction that at no time were my trousers to touch the ground. Luckily I was able to adjust me posture so that I was able to do as ordered, narrowly avoiding my first punishment. At this stage I had no idea what the punishment would be all I knew was that every time I "fucked up" there would be a penalty attached. I was sent off to clean his shoes, when I returned to present them for his approval I stumbled and dropped one of them, he was not impressed! "Assume the position", he barked. "What position?" I thought and then had to confess "Sir,the private is unsure of what to do", Shit! I fucked up again! All utterances by myself had to start and finish with sir, I hoped that he had not noticed but the evil grin which spread across his face told me that he certainly had noticed!. "Assuming the position", I soon found out, meant bending over the couch with legs splayed, head up and arse exposed, very exposed. The punishment was ten lashes with the marine's belt a 3" wide white webbing belt with brass fittings. I had to count the strokes and on the eighth stroke the brass end piece bit into my arse causing me to forgot to prefix the count with "Sir" so the count
- Origin: big tedd's #1, melbourne, oz +61 3 417 2440 (3:634/381)
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BBS: First Impression BBS
Date: 08-13-93 (13:18) Number: 20728
From: CHIPMONK Refer#: NONE
To: CHIPMONK Recvd: NO
Subj: MARINE TRAINING - FINAL Conf: (103) FANTASY
By the time I got to "Sir, ten,Sir", his arm must have been aching, for even through the heavy cotton trousers I could feel the welts rising. My arse was not virgin territory when it came to being hit, but 18 full swings of a marine's belt when swung by an enthusiastic D.I. was not easy to take. "Sir, Thank you, Sir" I managed to gasp when told to stand up. In disciplining me, the sergeant had raised a sweat so I had to get him out of his dress uniform before it stained. I carefully removed and folded his clothes. After checking that his uniform had been neatly stored away Dan lounged back on the couch turned on the T.V and started to watch a grid iron match. For a moment I though that the scene was over and the disappointment must have shown on my face as Dan looked up grinned at me and said "O.K. Private get out of that uniform and show me what your good for". Now getting out of my clothes in a hurry is something I'm well practiced at, making sure that my trouser do not touch the floor is not something I usually worry about. Dan coughed then sighed when I let the trousers just fall to the ground. I froze and a strange sight I must have been ; standing in a jockstrap with a look of total panic on my face. Twenty lashes later I stood at attention shaking with the pain. "Fuck you cunt" I thought to myself "there is no way you are going to make me quit!". My thoughts must have been transparent to Dan as he walked up eyeball to eyeball with me and said quietly "Try it, if you think you can win". This caused me to shake even more not in anger but in worry. I knew that he knew that I had over 5 years of Karate training under my belt yet he still felt confident that if I made a move he could take me out! He asked me what I had been thinking so I told him, exactly as I had thought it but with a "Sir before and afterwards. My reward was a lightening fast stomach punch, to his surprise I took the punch with only a small grunt. It hurt alright but I was too damn proud to let him know it. For my efforts I was made to perform 20 "8 count"pushups then had to crawl on my belly over to him. My head was at his feet and I tentatively licked his toes. In a flash I found his foot on the back of my neck driving my face into the carpet and making breathing very difficult. Pinned in this position I received 10 well placed slaps across my arse which by now must have been a red welt covered mess. The pain was different from the belt it stung more and I could not cope with it as well, but I was in no position to protest, hell I could hardly breath. Grabbing my head Dan forced it into his sweaty crotch, I was tempted to lick his sweat soaked jockstrap but my aching arse was telling me that to do so would be dumb, painfully dumb! But god the temptation, I was gasping for breath and my nostrils were full of what the jerk-off books refer to as "his musky man scent", until now I had never understood what they were on about and the smell, and the closeness of his cock to my more than eager mouth, the burning of my arse and his firm hand on the back of my shaved head was sending me close to trigger point. If did not do something soon I was going to attack his crotch and to hell with the consequences. My body was writhing with intent, and I could tell he was enjoying it;his cock was slowly rising, pushing against the fabric and only millimetres away from my mouth. I was still panting for breath but made damn sure my tongue did not stray. He pulled my head out of his crotch and held me tightly by the throat as he released his cock. As it sprung into view he laughed at me and asked if the private was eager for a taste. " Sir, Yes,Sir" I gurgled". Well from there on in it got pretty hot and sweaty and the sex was great but the fantasy was the lead up to the actual fuck so this is where the story stops. Since meeting Dan in '91, I have been back to see him this year and although we had a lot of non-sexual fun we never managed to recreate that magic bond between sargent and private BUT I did meet an ex-marine medic in Chicago... want me to write that one up <sleazy grin???>
- Origin: big tedd's #1, melbourne, oz +61 3 417 2440 (3:634/381)