MILITARY S.L.U.T. 02
Chapter 4
Settling In
Corporal Black's eruption into Bobby's butt was accompanied by Private First Class Hank and all the other Privates and Pfc's. Joe-Bob Hank spooged involuntarily when Cpl. Black's balls pulled up to shoot and started pounding the head of his cock. The other Marines jacked-off all over the three. Hank found himself holding up his rubber-kneed corporal as well as Bobby and they all nearly went down before Pfc. Toomy and his buddy, Pfc. Rodger Sharp noticed what was happening and grabbed Cpl. Black just in time to keep all three of them from hitting the floor. The corporal's fat cock fell from Bobby's still pulsing asshole with a loud, "Slurp" sound. Everyone present was spellbound by the hole left in the boys butt and the amount of cum that was flowing out of the battered hole. Hank was leaning against the tile wall but still holding onto the boy and Bobby was clinging to the Pfc. with whatever strength he had left, sobbing quietly in spent passion as his asshole drained onto the wet floor.
Sgt. White broke the spell with his commanding voice, "OK, ladies. Let's get this mess cleaned up and get to chow before they throw it to the pigs."
Automatically, the Marines responded to their sergeants voice. One crew washed down the floor while Toomy and Sharp took care of Cpl. Black, trying to bring him back into the world of the living and taking the opportunity to give him a good washing down. A washing that involved their hands closely inspecting territory that they had previously admired at a distance. Toomy and Sharp grinned at each other. Maybe having Bobby for a SLUT was going to work out. Big Time! No other way would they have discovered how much fun it was to feel up their platoon corporal. Or find out, as they both did, just how easily his butthole would open up to a set of questing fingers. That led to a little surreptitious testing of their own which led them to believe that it wasn't all that bad having a buddies finger feeling around back there.
When Pfc. Ivan Rudenskoph stepped over to help Hank with Bobby, Marty Schwartz stepped over as well. The New York Jew really didn't trust he Russian immigrant and was always ready and willing to cause trouble for the blocky Slav. There was no actual conversation as Schwartz, the son of immigrant Russian Jews and the only recently naturalized Russian worked together getting Bobby and Hank cleaned up.
By the time everything was cleaned up and ship-shape, everyone's spirits had revived. Cpl. Black was making sure that Pfc's. Toomy and Sharp got EVERY bit of soap rinsed from his body, including every speck of what had gotten up inside his ass. Cpl. Black was checking their holes at the same time to make sure they were spotlessly clean as well. Both Privates submitted to their corporal's inspection as any good Marine should.
Bobby was in good spirits again and bright as a cricket. Laughter and boyish giggling rolled around the room as Bobby was passed from hand to hand to be dried off and inspected. Doc, the Platoon's Corpsman carefully inspected Bobby's business end and declared him sound and fit for duty! The Marines inspections seemed to involve a great deal of tickling in some very unusual places and Bobby was almost hysterical with laughter. Sgt. White hurried them on once again and Bobby brought his fresh clothes out into the platoon bay where there were more than enough helpful hands to pull on his little-boy G.I. Joe underpants (which engendered many comments about how the Army crap was going to HAVE to go) and to get him into his sharply pressed dungarees, get everything properly installed and adjusted. Once he was ready and approved of by each of the Pfc's, as well as his platoon's Corporal and Sergeant, Bobby stood on the table in the center aisle of the platoon bay in all his shining glory. Gleaming boots, spotless, perfectly ironed green dungaree's. The red stripe on Bobby's shoulder and the gleaming SLUT insignia on his collar completed his sartorial splendor and got him a standing ovation from the Marines. He responded by snapping to attention then giving them a picture perfect salute. Chesty would have been proud. His Marines already were proud of him!
On the way to the Mess Hall, Bobby noticed that while the Marines didn't march in any formal order, they did, automatically, assume a loose marching order with a main body, side-boys to watch traffic and a road-guard, as well as a front and rear point to keep an eye out for trouble. No one was assigned to any position, men just freely moved from one place to another, and yet the formation was sub-consciously maintained. Men dropping from the sides to road-guard were replaced by others even before they rejoined the main body. Bobby had to giggle to himself when he noticed that somehow, he had become the nucleus of this spinning, slowly revolving formation. In effect, Bobby was traveling to the Mess Hall in a more-or-less straight line while the Marines revolved around him like a protective cloud.
Bobby was proudly escorted into the Mess Hall and through the chow line where he received the same portions as the full-sized men, which meant that he received more that twice the amount of food he could possibly eat—which made him popular with a couple of garbage-guts who shall mercifully go unnamed, Ivan!
The Marines did their best to put Bobby on display, they were that proud of the looks (and actions) of the SLUT they'd just been assigned. At the same time they looked around, scoping out the other units that had received SLUT's. Seeing what the competition had received made them even more glad that Bobby was theirs. One platoon even tried to set up a trade, but had no luck dumping the supercilious fairy queen they'd been stuck with.
After a delicious fried chicken dinner the platoon escorted their new SLUT over to the movies, an outdoor affair held in a natural amphitheater with groups of Marines scattered on the grassy hillside as a popular movie played on the wide screen below. Bobby spent the entire time moving from Marine to Marine, cuddling up and making contact, whispering hello's and answering questions. Asking a few of his own. Just generally getting to know the guys and getting comfortable with them, and having them getting comfortable with him. Most were glad to find out that not only didn't Bobby mind a little touchie-feelie, he seemed to absolutely glory in it. The few Marines who were too shy or reserved to grope another male in public were willing to let the boy cuddle up and to answer his seemingly innocent questions. Did they have little brothers? Had they fooled around with other guys before? Did they want to fool around with him? Bobby fell asleep before the end of the movie, sprawled out on top of Corporal Black, who really didn't seem to mind. At the end of the movie, Cpl. Black got up as if he weren't carrying an extra hundred pounds and he carried the limp boy back to the barracks, head lolling loosely on the corporal's broad shoulder.
Sgt. White sent everyone off to bed, telling them that they had a hard day coming up and that the boy had already had too much excitement for one day. He and Cpl. Black took the boy to his room. Black held Bobby while Sgt. White stripped off the boys little uniform and hung it up. Rummaging through the boys stuff White found a pair of boys pajamas and started to dress the boy for bed.
Bobby woke up enough to figure out what was going on and kicked his feet to keep White from putting the pajamas on him. "I'm not going to wear those! My Momma packed those and they're for sissies! Sgt. White threatened to spank his bottom if he didn't hold still. Bobby, now wide awake and raring to go after his little nap, wanted to know who's army Sgt. White was going to get to help him. White growled and made a mock attack on the boy who immediately squealed for Corporal Black to save him while at the same time scrambling right up the corporal's front and over his shoulder, from which vantage point , with the bulk of the massive corporal between him and the equally massive sergeant, Bobby stuck out his tongue and blew a loud and raucous raspberry.
White moved faster than Bobby would have believed possible for so large a man. Snatching the boy from his defensive position, White bounced the boy on his bed and then jumped into a full-scale tickle attack. Bobby fought valiantly, but to no avail. The sergeant's fingers were too strong and too agile. Twisting and turning across the bed and kicking his feet didn't even slow down the sensitive fingers as they sought and found every ticklish spot the boy had. The boys yells of outrage changed to uncontrollable laughter and then into panting, gasping pleas for mercy. The big sergeant finally relented and the boy collapsed onto his back, gasping for breath, his knees raised and hands stuffed in his armpits making him look like nothing so much as a plucked and naked chicken. The look of defiance, however, had NOT left his eyes.
"You gonna get in your jammies and get to bed now?"
"You gonna fight fair or are you going to keep picking on me like a big bully!?" the unrepentant boy shot right back.
The sergeant looked at his corporal, who just shrugged. Black liked the kids pluck and, besides, watching him flail around like that had reminded him what that lithe body had felt like earlier, wrapped around his dick. Corporal Black was not surprised to find himself more than half turned on and seriously going on the rail.
"What's fair?" the corporal somewhat dubiously asked the boy.
"You guys get naked like me and I'll whip the both of you!"
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah!" the new SLUT said, getting to his feet and lifting his dukes like an old-timey prize fighter.
Black called the boy's bluff. Stood, and started stripping.
"Hey! Just a second..." Sgt. White started.
"Put up, or shut up, Sarge. If you ain't man enough to face up to the challenge, leave the room and I'll take care of the kid by myself," the obviously eager corporal said.
"Like hell you will!" White said, taking up the challenge and stripping off his clothes. He knew the boy was older than his shaved body made him look, and it had been six months or more for the team with no sexual outlet at all. The boy looked fine and the career sergeant found himself fascinated by the boys stature, demeanor—and unblemished white skin.
Bobby was soon confronted with two naked hunks and he was getting unbelievably turned on. He wanted these men to use him... TOGETHER!. To make him know what it was to be used by real men. Lustful, lust filled, lusty, lickerish, libidinous, lascivious large-limbed (all five of them!) men. Men with the power and knowledge to use him the way he wanted to be used. Men who could take him over and over until he was truly used up, spent, wasted, fried, glutted and happy. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye he jutted one hip out and put his hand on it just like a street whore would. Winking and crooking a finger at the two naked studs, Bobby made the best imitation of a sultry voice he could manage, "That's more like it boys. Come 'ere and show me what'cha got!"
Both men knew that the SLUT room had been specially outfitted, which included a great deal of soundproofing. The king-sized bed was ridiculously large for the small-framed boy, but looked much more to scale when the two large adults sat side-by-side on the edge and held their arms out in invitation. Bobby walked right into what was to be the first of his famous all-nighters. An experience the Marines would perform miracles to undergo.
Black and White looked at each other as they took the eager boy into their arms. As Marines they had lived together, trained together, shit, pissed and shaved together, and fought together. Now, they were on the edge of a new experience. They had trusted each other, literally, with their lives. They had shared what they had in the bad times and gloried in the good times. They had worked as a team to create the most Marine Corps of Marine outfits. A group of men to be proud of—and an accomplishment to be proud of. Simply put, they trusted each other—and were about to prove how deep that trust ran. Black had been raised in Europe where the relationships between older and younger men, while not really openly condoned, was accepted when it happened, and it did happen—often. White had been an inner-city kid where manhood was measured in machismo, in the numbers of pregnant girls left behind and the studliness of one's ways. Faggots were despised and beaten when found. White had experienced too much, been taught too much, had felt the powerful male bonding that tight fighting groups developed as a matter of necessity. We was now an educated man—but the old ways, the old rules died hard.
Black reached behind Bobby and grasped his buddy by the shoulder. White hand on ebony skin. Strong grip to hard, dense muscle. Eye contact that said, 'Don't leave me now! Don't back out! We want this! I want this. I want to share this ultimate, final thing with you. The one thing we have not shared.'
White started to panic. Black looked angry. His other hand let go of Bobby's genitals where he had been feeling the boy up and hooked behind the sergeant's neck, pulling the wire wool covered head over in front of Bobby's belly to confront the powerful man eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose. Anger turned to understanding. "I Love You" is just something that one Marine simply does not say to another. Black's arm corded with muscle and faces moved that one inch closer together. White, thin, hard lips met full, lush, dark buccal wonders. White panicked. Black's arm bulged with authoritative muscle, holding the best friend he'd ever had in place. Submissively, Black opened his lips and tilted his head back. White was lost in panic's corollary, need. Panic was caused by fear, and what he feared most, White realized, was losing the respect and—dare he even think—affection of a man who had become his family, a part of him, the brother that he had never had, that he would die for. But... Black wanted it too... wanted... HIM! White broke through the fear and fell... flung himself into the relationship he had wanted, craved all these years. Not sex. Oh, he knew that he'd share sex with Black if that's what the corporal wanted. But it wasn't sex for White. It was trust. To trust someone with his inner most self, and to be trusted back just as wholeheartedly. He now knew that Black wanted to see him in action, to see what a big black stud could do. And he knew that he wanted to see Black perform, to see just how big that sausage that swung between the German's legs could get, and how handily the well-liked corporal could use the thing. White grinned as he leaned forward and speared Black's mouth clear back to the tonsils thinking, 'Bobby is about to get the fucking of his life'.
Bobby was ready, more than ready. The two strong men that he so much admired were doing something strange, getting to know each other... but more than just that somehow. But, whatever was going on, Bobby was not the center of attention, and he had NO intention of allowing that to continue any longer than absolutely necessary. Bending down from where he was trapped between the make-out artists, Bobby got nose to nose to nose with them. "Hey guys!" he piped up, "Remember me?"
Chapter 5
Remember Me?
Black and White broke off their kiss and looked up at the impertinent boy. A glance at each other and their plan was decided upon. Turning as one, they took the boy down to the king-sized mattress and landed on top of him. A falsetto scream of surprise quickly changed to screams for mercy as twenty fingertips sought and attacked every ticklish spot on his sensitive body. Thrashing and screaming with hysterical laughter, Bobby fought back as best he could. His efforts didn't even slow his attackers, much less disuade them. Sgt. White finally made the fatal mistake of letting Bobby wiggle just the tinyest bit too close to his sweat-gleaming torso. Lips sought and tiny sharp teeth sunk into the dusky nipple on the left, lower side of the sergeants chest.
"AHHHHHHH! Stop! Freeze! He's going to bite my nipple off!"
Black grabbed Bobby's head in one huge hand and tried to pull him loose. Bobby bit deeper.
"AHHHHHHH!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, HANS! Back the fuck off before he bites my tit completely off!"
Black let go and Bobby grinned around the nipple in his mouth. Pushing with his hands and feet, Bobby managed to roll Sgt. White over on his back and then quickly clambered up and sat astraddle his narrow waist, the parted crack of Bobby's ass landing right on the thick flaccidity of dark tubesteak. Grinning in triumph, Bobby mumbled around the tit in his mouth, "You give up? Kings-X?"
Sgt. White tried to hold Bobby still to minimize the pain in his chest, but Bobby just bit down harder and demanded, "Kings-X!?"
"Kings-X, Kings-X!" Sgt. White shouted, "And that goes for you to, Hans! Don't fuck with the kid."
Bobby let go with his teeth but didn't let go. Instead, his lips and tongue began to gently caress and suck at the now extremely sensitive pap. White tried to hold back, but a moan soon escaped his full lips. Bobby could feel the nipple swelling in his mouth and knew that Sgt. White had a very sensitive and responsive body. He decided to apply a little of his own sort of torture.
Bobby began to slowly roll his butt back and forth, causing the thick tube trapped between his buns and the sergeant's hard belly to squish back and forth inside of it's copiously loose foreskin. While his butt started it's slow and hardly noticeable teasing, Bobby's small fingers took the unoccupied small knob of proud flesh on the other side of the sergeant's chest, rolling and tweaking the diminutive nipple until it became sensitive and started to swell, just like it's mate. Only then did Bobby release the nipple in his mouth and gently, artfully kiss his way over to the fresh feeding spot, the fingers on his other hand found the wetness of the abandoned nipple and began tweaking and pulling at it's sore tenderness.
After several trips back and forth between his increasingly sensitive titties, Sgt. White was glaze-eyed and breathing hard. Bobby's butt was working over a stiff cylinder that threatened to lift him off of the sergeant's belly at any time. Bobby began kissing and licking his way down the salt-sweaty chest, nibbling and sucking whenever HE found a particularly sensitive spot. When the boy started tongue-fucking the deep recesses of the sergent's naval, White lost any semblance of a thinking, reasoning man. Holding his hands at waist level, just barely touching Bobby's head, impaled on the split-point between pain/tickle/pleasure, the now continually moaning sergeant was torn between the jagged rocks of too much pleasure and not enough pain, of not being able to tell the difference, of fearing that Bobby might stop, of fearing that he might not...
Black looked on with increasing amazement, apprehension and then, mostly, admiration as he watched the young boy take charge of a man who should have been able to wipe him out with a casual backward motion of his wrist. Instead, the big man was crying, tears in his eyes, begging Bobby to stop, to never stop, to quit teasing him, to make it feel better, worse, deeper, harder, less, no, please... until the man was incoherent. Black grinned and wondered if he'd fair any better against their new SLUT's skills. He hoped not.
White felt a deep chill as his foreskin was peeled by by a small hand, and then nearly had convulsions as a burning wet heat enveloped the entire exposed head of his cock. In deep gut level fear, almost uncontrollable panic, White lifted his head to see what damage was being done to his most prized possession, only to be confronted by the boys dark, glittering eyes above thin lips stretched beyond belief around the head of his cock. That was too much! More than he could take. His head slammed into the hard mattress as his balls snapped up to the base of his straining, over swollen cock and his body went into tonic convulsions, arching upwards as muscles corded and rippled, forcing his arms and legs into extension and then slamming them back to the centerline, slapping with sharp wet-flesh sounds that were nearly drowned out by his own high-pitched keening, gasping-air grunts and deep-chested moaning roars mixed in with his smallest voice begging for mercy.
Bobby hung on for dear life, both hands holding the shaft that he kept captured in his mouth as he sucked and swallowed and gasped for air so he could swallow even more of the huge wads of man-cum being blasted in long streams into his wide-stretched mouth.
Black came out of his shock at seeing his sergeant blast his rocks off so quickly and managed to grab Bobby, lifting him and keeping him out of the worst of White's spastic thrashing around. He made no attempt to separate the boy from his captive cock... even assuming that he'd be capable of separating the boy from something he quite obviously had no intention of releasing. As the sergent shuddered into the final stages of a tremendous, overpowering, shattering orgasm, Black laid Bobby back down between the now trembling legs of the pitifully depleted Marine, shuddering himself as he backed off and tried to imagine what Bobby might do to him.
Glen White lay, deep black against the white backdrop of torn up bed linen. All but unconscious, what little awareness he had was of a small tongue and agile mouth artfully cleaning up the mess between his legs. He passed out as a final ripple of pleasure quaked it's electric way through his burning hot body.
Chapter 6
Turnabout
Corporal Horace "Hans" Black, German expatriate, natural leader of men, trained and cold-blooded killer, methodical and precise, unabashedly in control of himself, his life and the men under him watched in rapt fascination, much as a bird watches the death dance of a snake, as a small boy took both of his sergeants balls into his mouth and sucked the sweat and cum off of the dark black skin. He watched, even more entranced, as first one and then the other massive gonad rolled outward from the boy's tightly working lips. Dazed, the powerful man watched as the boy's sharp teeth took hold of the now empty bottom of the sac, stretched the skin down until it was wrinkle free, and then bit into the sensitive flesh. A massive ripple of muscle contraction spread out from Sergeant White's middle that convulsed his body from the center outwards. Black watched his respected leader, a man capable of beating the crap out of any man that had ever confronted him, flop on the bed like a dying frog in a last surge of energy before passing out entirely. That dying ripple transposed itself into a ripple of deep-seated fear as bright, eager eyes looked up at him over an ebony-skinned thigh and a grin spread across the face of the platoons new S.L.U.T.
Bobby laughed inside at the look on Corporal Black's face. You'd think he'd killed Sgt. White or something. Letting go of the now insensate boss-man's ballsack between his teeth, Bobby crawled over Sgt. White's massive thigh, across the torn-up sheets and into the circle encompassed by the Corporal's massive chest and thick arms. Putting his tiny fists against thick pectoral muscles, the boy looked innocently, beseechingly up at the powerful man. In a tiny voice he asked, "Please don't hurt me, Corporal Black..."
Hans Black looked over at the passed out, snoring blob that used to be Sergeant Glen White, roughest, toughest sergeant in the whole god-dammed Marine Corps... and then quickly down at the ever-so-innocent, sweetness-and-light, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth boy and his whole body involuntarily reacted with a tip-toe to top-of-the-head shudder. "Damn, Boy! How bout you not hurting me!"
Peals of purely happy young boy laughter erupted from the youngster as he wiggled deeper in against the corporal's chest and threw his arms around the thick bull-neck of his "captor".
"I like you, Hans. You're funny. It's ok if I call you 'Hans', isn't it?"
"Well, let's see," Corporal Black said thoughtfully, "we're in bed naked together with my wet-dicked boss passed out next to us because he couldn't handle 'the blow-job from Hell', and you're fucking my bellybutton with your stiff little boner ---- Yeah! I guess it's ok if you call me 'Hans'."
Absolutely artless laughter pealed from the delighted boy. He reached up and rubbed his nose against the just barely sensible bristle on Corporal Black's chin. Trying to control his laughter, Bobby innocently asked, "Do you like to kiss?"
The big German looked down at the still giggling boy, "Yeah, I like to kiss."
"Good! Because you're going to have to kiss me really good if we're going to get that big German bratwurst of yours up my butt."
Corporal Black laughed and swatted Bobby's butt. "I know what's wurst for this brat!"
Bobby laughed and wiggled his way up the corporal's hard torso so that their lips were juxtaposed. Trying to control his laughter, Bobby rubbed his lips against the full cushions of the big German's lips.
"You're fun Hans! I like playing with you... uh... do you like playing with me?"
Hans rubbed one hand up and down the boys back before cupping the whole tightly muscled little butt in that hands gentle grasp. He lifted his head slightly until his full lips covered the boys so that they could share their first full kiss. Speaking through compressed lips, Hans hugged the boy closer to him, "Yeah. I want to play with you, Boy. I want to play with you so good neither of us will ever forget it!"
Bobby parted his lips and sought the big mans mouth as a thick finger caressed and then tapped for entry at the boys already lubricated neither portal. Bobby could feel the thick chest under him vibrate as the gentle giant penetrated the boy with tongue and finger at opposite ends and they both started to moan. Hans did his very best to keep the boy occupied in a kiss that involved more and more of his attention. Play moved to fun moved to wonder moved to passion moved to a wonderland of kissing that the experienced corporal had never known existed. Thick fingers, first one and then two and finally three continued to open and explore the tender boy hole, but both were unaware, lost in the passion of oral copulation. Anal stimulation only added to their mutual passion. Tongue to tongue, lips swollen and hot with pulsing blood, teeth engaging carefully as each sampled the flavor and taste and feel of intense osculation (heavy kissing for those of you who haven't been through sex school yet), and the wonderful mixture that resulted from their intransigent desire for complete union. Bobby was moaning and panting with desire, trying mightily to push down so that his now dilated and pulsing nethermouth could find something larger than Hans' fingers to put out the fire that the fervent German had ignited within his eager lover.
Hans instantly reacted as the boy threatened to pull away, rolling over and trapping the slight form under the heated, sweaty mass of muscle that was then controlling the boy almost completely. Hunching forward brought his belly up and his hips forward. Bobby's thin legs immediately snapped up and encircled Hans' muscular waist, pulling his butt up to the exact level of the forward thrusting shaft jutting from the heated Marine's pulsating loins. Bobby looked down the length of his slight body. Shadowed by the hulking body, there was, none-the-less, enough light to see clearly. To see his own body corded with strong, youthful muscle that held him ready, suspended from the much more massively muscled, quivering and sweat dripping stallion above him. Bobby saw the bright red head of his engorged penis laying on his hairless belly, his balls drawn up so tight that they were no more than smooth bumps at the base of his pulsing organ. Looking beyond his own tender organs, Bobby sucked in a deep breath when he saw what confronted him. Massive in it's throbbing, lube dripping, slowly bobbing search, Hans' cock was the epitome of the Germanic ideal. The equally huge slick rounded orbs hanging just behind this stallions hard, thick standard, just hanging there, waiting for the broad, flared head to demand release of the huge load of male seed built up over months of celibacy. A waiting that was now soon to be over!
The straight, thick, whiteness moving, searching with its heat and moisture seeking single eye for the pulsating target. Well proportioned, it's thickness belying its length, the main impression one first got was of great weight. Thin, pellucid skin with a twiggy tracery of blue veins ensheathing turgid flesh from where it exited the thick, almost invisible white-blonde mass of pubic hair all the way to where it undulated for the first time as it slid smoothly and freely over the smooth bluntness that ended in a small tassel of foreskin and a single, shining dot of crystalline male liquid. Sweat beaded it's way across Bobby's brow and he licked his lips in eager trepidation. Lifting his head, Bobby looked deeper into the shadow. His breath caught and he started to tremble at the sight of the ponderous male balls swinging so heavily between Hans' legs. He had seen balls like that only once before, on his uncle's farm. Those balls had been worn by a young stallion. A rampant and very well equipped young stallion eager to mount his new mare. These balls were backing up the heavy thickness looking for entrance into his body. Bobby gasped in fear and felt a nose nuzzling him from above.
Hans watched the boy discover the threat to his long absent virginity. When the boy reacted in fear, Hans knew that he had to calm the boy and reinstill his natural lustful urges. The only alternative was to either rape the boy or quit trying to get rid of months of sexual frustration. Neither alternative was viable. Horny as he was, Hans could no more hurt Bobby by rapeing him than... than... well, than do the same thing to his own little brother. And as far as just stopping and letting Bobby alone, Hans was afraid of quite literally losing his mind if he came this close to terminating months of abstinence, and failed.
Whining like a hungry puppy, Hans nuzzled into the warmth that was the trembling boy beneath him. Licking and nudging with his nose, Hans distracted Bobby from the awesome sight between their legs and returned the boys attention to Hans himself. Lowering himself to his elbows, Hans was able to rest Bobby's head on a pillow and hold the boy's head between gentle hands at the same time. Silently, though with suppressed moaning and whining, the potent want-to-be lover was egging, entreating, pleading, beseeching for mercy. Hans kissed and licked his way all over the boys face. Talking in a low, impassioned voice, Hans begged for the privilege of joining with the beautiful, wonderful Bobby, light of his dreams and heart of his heart. Bobby melted before the ardent flow as the rough, tough hard-hitting Marine became a most delightful, gentle suitor, impassioned admirer, ardent wooer and needful paramour. The boy's thin arms rose and wrapped around the back of Hans' buzz-cut head, forcing the mans lust swollen lips to hold still so Bobby could nibble and pull at them, causing Hans to moan so deeply in his chest that his entire body vibrated from the soul-stirring sound. Bobby's lips covered the importunate Marine's. Hans' loins surged forward and his heavy maleness skidded across the boys loins, slapping the boys tight balls and stiff erection and painting his belly with manslime released by the retracting foreskin.
Bobby flinched away when his delicate boys toys were first slapped by the heavy adult organ, but he quickly recovered from his surprise and hunched back like he was trying to fuck the big mans cock. Lips sucked and tongues dueled as male hips thrashed at each other in lust driven artlessness, cocks flopping around, balls banging here and there. All to no practical effect until Bobby, in frustration, grabbed one of Hans' ears and cranked it until the big man howled in pain, freezing in position. Bobby held on for dear life as he pulled his butt up into position by spreading his legs even further, making a better target for Hans. As Bobby eased off on his ear Hans had time to think, to realize what Bobby had done for them.
Carefully, with great care to not disturb the balance of the boy hanging beneath his belly, Hans slowly pulled his loins back feeling every contour of the boys ridged belly, cock and the little mounds of preteen-sized balls, his cockhead so sensitive by this time that he could feel every detail, even through the doubled fold of his foreskin. Bobby started to whine in need as the heavy, slime-leaking cockhead pulled back across his tummy and then down his supersensitive tube of boy flesh. When the grossly swollen cockhead bounced across his balls and fell stickily to his taint, Bobby involuntarily hunched upwards and instinctively trapped the skin-shrouded nozzle between his tight boy-cheeks, his anus puckering out and grabbing at the little bud of proud flesh covering the weeping eye of the dark-seeking hole separator.
With a great cry of need, Hans reversed the direction of his hips and Bobby cried out as he was pushed forward by the thick bluntness of the Marines most ernest appendage. Clinging tightly to his assailant, Bobby took a deep breath and opened his lower mouth just as he'd been taught in school. Hans gurgled from deep in his chest as his cockhead rode smoothly through the rolling, track-laying velvet of his foreskin as it created a virtually friction-free entrance into the awaiting pleasures within. Bobby gasped in pain and fear as he felt his hole being spread more wide-open than it had ever been before. There was no friction as Hans' cock slid into him on its self-lubricated and self-laid pathway, but the stretching, the expansion of his asshole was unbelievable as the hard ridge surmounting the blunt, squared-off cockhead was pushed past his outer ring of muscle and lodged, stuck in the muscular tube of his anus between the inner and outer rings of muscle.
Bobby's body did one huge, tonic rush. Every muscle in his body going rigid at the same time. Back arched, Bobby clamped his legs brutally around his assaulter's narrow waist as if to crush his spine. Thin arms clamped powerfully to thick, bull neck as the rictus peeled the boys lips back from sharp young teeth. Han's himself groaned as the small anus clamped down with enough pressure to squish half the blood out of the engorged cockhead. The clenched asshole refused to permit any blood to exit the now grossly swollen and empurpled cockhead. Hans had never felt his cock sting and burn like this. His attempts to save his cock by withdrawing were foiled by the iron grip Bobby had on his now battered flesh.
The tetany faded and a series of shudders tore through the boy as his body fought to adjust to the huge plug in his ass. He knew he'd accepted this man into himself earlier in the day, but the organ simply hadn't been this large and corrugated as it was now! As Bobby flopped around in the throes of overwhelming sensation, Hans supported him with one arm much as a mother supports a fevered babe. With a final twisting thrust, Bobby forced the engorged cockhead through the second, inner, portal and into his gut. The sensation of that inner portal being filled by Han's thick cockshaft, his gut being distended and his tender young prostate being crushed by Hans' now bare naked cockhead was more than the battered boy could take. He convulsed, and then convulsed again, spraying thick clots of teen cream all over himself and the startled, fascinated, and nearly unbelieving Hans. All of this overwhelmed the man. He'd fucked unnumbered women. He was even considered a superior lover, able to take most women to places they had never been before. But this was so far beyond anything he had ever experienced before, beyond anything he had heard about or even dreamed about that he was stunned into inaction. Voluntary inaction, that is. Involuntarily, Bobby swept him along in his mad rush, the convulsing body strangled his cock and seemed to rip his thick sperm not only out of his prostate and seminal vesicles, but directly from his balls. There was nothing he could do to prevent the boy from vacuuming his balls dry, or to keep the boy from clamping solidly to his cock at the same time the panting, screaming man was trying to shoot another load, causing the backed up manseed to clog his tubes and cause enough back pressure to almost blow his balls clean out of his ballsack.
Hans was praying, begging Bobby to let him cum, to not suck his balls dry, to let his juice explode, to please... please... please....
Men outside the "soundproof" door looked at each other with wide eyes, groping themselves open-mouthed as they tried to imagine what was going on behind the solid door. As the sounds deadened the attempts of a grown man trying to stifle his whimpers the young Marines shakily moved off to their own beds, therein to lay, and wonder, and dream.
Military Stud
Chapter 7
Early the next morning, Bobby popped out of his room, glowing with happy, youthful exuberance. Hank's bunk was the nearest to Bobby's rooms and the red-head waved and said, "Good mornin' sunshine. You're lookin' chipper this morning!"
"Hi, Hank. You're looking good, even with your pants on."
That got a laugh out of everyone who overheard the exchange and brought on a chorus of good mornings and well wishes among the men. Hank asked about Sgt. White and Corporal Black. Bobby just smiled and said they were tired and wanted to sleep in this morning. The guys laughed knowingly and looked around at each other, wondering if they dared going into that room with their sluty SLUT. Bobby helped whoever he could, making a bed or sweeping the deck, made no difference. Quickly, the platoon area was "squared away and ship-shape" Profesor Schwartz said (he was really Pfc. Marty Schwartz, but everyone called him "Professor").
Pfc Sharp said "Chow Time!".
Half a second later we were in formation, ready to go. Pfc. Hank said, "Whoa, Bobby, you get up front and carry the guidon. Toomy (fuck all that Pfc. bullshit!) Said, "what the fuck? Sez who?"
"Toomy, give the kid a chance. You've seen his legs. At our usual speed we'd run the poor kid into the ground, give him a chance to set the pace!"
"Yeah, Toomy. Give the kid a break. Hell, who knows. He might even suck that ugly dick of yours."
Amid all the laughing and urging, Toomy quickly showed the kid how to hold the standard and asked him if he remembered where the Mess Hall was.
Bobby looked at him with pity in his eyes, "I'm fourteen, Toomy. Do you think I'd forget where the food is?"
Toomy laughed, "Dumb question, huh!" Bobby just shrugged, as if to say, "Oh yeah!"
Pfc. Rudenskoph, "Ivan", called out, "Attention!... Double-time, March!"
Along the way, Bobby left everyone except Hank and Toomy in the dust. He waited for everyone to catch up before saying, "Was I keeping up OK, Hank?"
That got him mobbed and, screaming and pleading for mercy, he got tossed into the fountain in front of the mess-hall. All the guys went in to have breakfast. Unperturbed, Bobby got out of the water, stripped naked, spreading his wet uniform over some bushes to dry. Dressed in his combat boots, utility cap and a smile he went in to get some breakfast. The loud susurrous of many voices and laughter caused the Mess-Sargent to suddenly appear, steel spoon in hand. "What!" He demanded.
Bobby looked up at the overweight mess sergeant. "They threw me into the fountain, Gunny!" Bobby accused as he pointed out the guilty party's. "They didn't want me to get any breakfast!"
"Well, we can't have that, can we. And we can't have that bunch of horny animals lusting after you while you're trying to eat, can we!" The Gunny wasn't asking questions, he was making statements. "You come on around to the back asile. You can sit at Gunny's private table in back and I'll cook you a special breakfast myself."
Bobby headed for the end of the serving line, sashaying his tight little butt the whole way. He paused just long enough to wiggle his butt at them And fire off a wet, juicy raspberry. There was a general movement by the whole platoon in his direction. Bobby squealed, "GUNNY!!!", As he ran for safety. Everyone in the mess-hall was laughing at Bobby's antics. Bobby's guys got a lot of envious looks as they finished breakfast. Proud of their SLUT, they carefully gathered up ALL of Bobby's clothes and took them to the barracks for him, saying, "Paybacks a real bitch, ain't it!"
Gunny and Bobby came to an agreement and Bobby had steak and eggs with grits, which he'd never eaten before. Tentative at first, Bobby decided he liked grits, especially after Gunny showed him how to break the runny yellow yokes into them. Gunny enjoyed watching Bobby eat. The boys natural happiness and exuberance for everything he did made the man wish he'd had a son. Then again...
Gunny wrapped the boy in an apron that was only about 5 sizes too big and, holding his hand lead him out to the fountain. Bobby looked around and didn't see one bit of his clothing, and he was pretty sure who was responsible! He gave Gunny his apron back and, waving, started ambling back to the barracks just as a small child would. Gunny was going to try and disuade him, then thought better of it. There was no way he was going to win an argument with the boy in any case. No one else had!
At a distance, Bobby turned and waved again yelling, "Thanks, Gunny. I'll see you the next time I'm hungry."
Smiling at the little imp, he waved back, definitely deciding that he wished he had had a son.
About half-way back, a jeep pulled up and stopped next to him. Looking up he saw a corporal driver. A her corporal! Bobby had no idea there was such a thing. Still looking up at her he said, "I don't think you're supposed to drive on the parade ground, Mam. She gave Bobby a stern look and pointed to the chevrons on her pressed blouse.
The other girl in the jeep walked around to deal with the naked midget. He looked up and thought `Oh! Shit! She's a girl and she's a Bird Colonel! OH! SHIT! Shit! shit.' He snapped to attention as he'd been trained and since he was wearing a cover (hat) he snapped off one of his best salutes.
The Col. returned his salute and said, "What... Who are you, and why are you naked?"
"Staff Sergeant Bobby Blain, Madam!"
"Staff Sergent? What are you, a midget or something? And why are you... Mmmm... UNdressed like that? And DON'T call me Madam! I'm a Colonel!"
"Yes, Sir..., Uh, Yes Ma..., I mean, Yes Colonel. I'm a SLUT and I'm naked Cuz my guys threw me in the fountain and stole my clothes. But that's OK Mamm, Uh... Colonel, cuz I pulled a trick on them first."
"YOU'RE A WHAT!!!"
I'm a Staff Sargent in the SLUT Corps, Colonel. "E" Co., 2nd Plt
"Slut Corps. What...the..."
"SLUT, Madam. Not slut! Madam, State Lads Unisexual Tempering Service. I'm Responsible for my men's health, Attitude, and mental fortitude."
"Your... What... It's..."
"I'm a SLUT... I let my men fuck me to improve their attitudes and create an atmosphere of Esprie de Corps, trust among the men and unit cohesiveness."
"You let the men fuck you over?"
"No Madam, Usually in my mouth or in my ass... or between my feet. And then there was the guy who taught me..."
"That's enough...
So, all weekend passes were canceled and the whole platoon was restricted to quarters. Any joy or happiness Bobby had brought was destroyed. The bitching and griping was reaching epic proportions.
Bobby ushered his Black and White team into his room. "Sorry guys, I thought we were just having fun. Anyhow we've got to deal with this, right now. Sgt. White, how do you get along with the Mess Sergeant?"
"We're long time buddies, why?"
"Corporal Black, how are you at scrounging?"
Sgt. White spoke up, "World class crook, uh, scrounger is our Cpl. Black. World class!"
Cpl. Black just did a sort of, "Ahhh, shucks" thing.
—Much whispering ensued—
The Black and White team took off at a ground eating run. Marines with a mission. The restricted to quarters didn't apply to them because "They didn't know about it".
Bobby went into the bay, still naked. He went over to Joe-Bob's bunk. "Hank. Think you can get the guys to quiet down and get them into one group."
"No problem, Short Round."
Hank just walked into the open communal space, stuck his fist up in the air and yelled, "Second Platoon!"
It a spastic reflex, everyone scrambled into the open space in front of Pfc. Hank, dressed ranks and stood at attention.
Bobby was surprised at the flurry of motion and sudden silence. Gulping, he said, "At ease guys. I didn't mean to put you through all that. The Marines smiled at each other, happy to have finally surprised their newest member. "I've got to ask, "Please be honest. Do any of you think that, in any way, I've done something foolish or stupid or meant, in any way, to hurt this unit or anyone in it?"
Silence.
Then, from the back row, Pvt. Toomy's voice rang out above the slience, "Yeah" —a few seconds of utter silence— "You joined 2nd platoon!"
Shock, quickly followed by laughter and the issue was behind them. Bobby was officially part of the platoon! Bobby got up on one of the tables and signaled for them to gather around. (Bobby had been trained, and had quickly learned the signals and signs the raiders typically used in the field.
—Much more whispering—collusion—and plotting—
When the female (she was no lady!) Colonel came by to "check on the troops" she found a Field Medical Hospital & Surgery (FMHS) in front of the barracks, a complete Field Mess Unit (FMU), including a Foreword Unit Canteen & Kitchen (FUCK) on loan from the SLUT Headquarters complete with staff, portable bar, bar-b-que, and surface mounted swimming pool behind the barracks.
She went storming into a ALL MALE barrack, without being announced first, interrupting Bobby in the performance of his duties. Bobby had made everyone aware of the medical and recreation facilites. He then had them strip all the bunks and carpet the floor with the mattresses in a manner that created one huge bed. He then had proceeded to take on all comers. Nobody in the room, including a couple of the cooks, was wearing much of anything other than dog-tags.
Unbeknownst, to the Col., her entire performance, from unannounced entrance, to raging, blistering, swearing right through the entire show, finally putting all of them under close arrest, saying (screeching) that even the least among them was going to to face a General Courts Martial!
Bobby identified himself as the senior enlisted person present, told the Col. that he had control of his, HIS, men and that she was to control herself and to leave the barracks.
She gave Bobby some very specific, and biologically impossible, orders.
Bobby countered with, "Mamn. This is not your unit and you are not in our chain of command. Please return to your quarters and place yourself under arrest for conduct unbecoming!
That was when she slugged Bobby! Who stood there and took the blow. A huge smile spreading across his face. "Thank you Colonel! Now I am PLACING you under arrest. Peacefully if possible, or (signaling behind her) will I have to have you restrained until someone with sufficient rank can be called to take charge of you."
She lunged for Bobby. Sgt. White, ably assisted by Cpl. Black took her arms and just stood there, immobile.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance, came a voice from the front doorway. Every one turned and had no problem recognizing the Division CO, three-star General Tefferbotm. Standing next to him was a four-star general who Bobby recognized as the CO of SLUT. Somebody was in deep, deep do do! Bobby just kept on smiling, the Col. had played her part as if she'd had a script!
The courts-martial evidence demonstrated that the Colonel had confined a unit to quarters who, in the performance of their duties, had spent six (6) months on sea duty in a submarine, and then had volunteered for an intensive three (3) month advanced training course, back to back. Their reward was supposed to be a week long liberty beginning the evening of their confinement to quarters.
Their week long liberty was reinstated. Sgt White and Cpl Black made liberty plans that, most emphatically included Bobby. The three had seen all the men off and were getting ready to leave themselves when General Pimp met them at the door.
"Excuse me gentlemen. Do you have a few minutes?" For Four stars, they had time! "I wanted to thank you for the low-key way you handled this little incident and ensured that it would spread no further. That, and I wanted to know if you would like a replacement SLUT?"
The big men moved as one to "Protect" Bobby from the General. "Sir," they said at the same time. Corporal gave way to Sergeant and Sgt White continued, "Sir, Bobby is one of us and he's going to stay one of us!" Sgt White was taking no guff, not even from a four-star general. Cpl. Black just nodded his agreement and put his hand on Bobby's shoulder. For his part, Bobby had a radiant smile on his face and looked so angelic that everyone immediately checked their wallets and crotches, butter might not melt melt in his mouth, but better safe than very, very sorry!
"So. He's gotten to you guys already."
Sgt. & Cpl. both looked down and sort of shuffled their feet. Bobby popped up with, "They, the whole company, have been really good to me, General Pimp. And you quit trying to out macho them. They'd already won before you even started!"
Shaking his head he looked at the enlisted men, "See what I mean. No respect. Not even for my four stars."
"I think you, you the person, NOT the four stars, have to meet with His approval. He simply doesn't care about what you are. All he sees is who you are."
General Pimp looked right at Bobby. "That's my boy!"
"I ain't a boy!"
"OH, Yes you ARE!!!" Three deep male voices echoed each other... And the chase was on...
—Barely the beginning—
End of second segment
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made so and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.
--- John Stuart Mill (1806-1873)