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Raw Recruits. Chapter 12
The dregs of Sarge's spooge dribbled from his pulsing piss hole which was deeply imbedded in a wide slot at the tip of the man's prick. The drizz mingled in a pearly syrup with the spitslop that had built up in Robbie's mouth through the neck fucking he took.
Sarge was not nearly finished enjoying his teen recruit though. With a girl on each arm licking his tits and armpits, and another behind him eating his crease out, he glided to the other side of the bag and climbed right the fuck into Robbie Shrum. His still after-cum quivering tool sank through that boypussy like a sizzling knife through butter.... "Owwwwwoalllllllllllllphhh!" wailed Robbie as that grand ebony probe surged balls deep through him.
Drool oozed out the corners of Robbie's mouth. His eyes glowed. His flushed and sweated face had that look of sated need....the achievement of his body's desires....a sense of completeness radiated from the teen trooper's kiddie-boy face.
Two other men had moved to the kid's head now....and as his chin was once more pulled back to clear his facehole, another black mantool began the long tongue ride to that super tight cunt throat...."Gawulllffkk..." was all the crowd heard as Robbie's eyes bugged and tears streamed from their corners.....a-g-a-i-n-n-n-n-n!
His body bounced and rose higher and higher off the big bean bag as Sarge ham-slammed the young fucker like an artillery battery from an almost straight up and down position. Rock and reamage! The kid was on his neck, which was impaled on about 8 1/2 inches of searing mancock, while his sergeant rammed down into him in raging, seething cock'sensory neeeeeed!
Raw Recruits. Chapter 12.
Every cunt in the room surrounding the teen soldier-in-reamage was moist and dripping as their fingers diddled their boxes. Every mandick was hard, palmed, and leaking silver seed strings to the floor of the 'Pleasure Trove'.
It seemed like though everyone in the room had seen and been, in similar erotic joy there before, or SOMEwhere, something said to them all, they were watching a sensual masterpiece of fuck....power....and lust....unfold.
Soon a second cock probed Robbie's distended lips and rubbed against the already engorged throat sealer. The men looked at each other and smiled like a light went off. The guy in Robbie's throat pulled back and the other dude slid forward. Before there was a second for Robbie to gag or gluck, the hole was once again sealed with big black cock. The men got in a rhythm. In and out, back and forth they reamed the kid's throat.
Even Sarge, in total rut-ram, was awed by the site below him as he watched the kid's adam's apple get displaced over and over and over.
Five cameras around and above the reddish-blonde Shrumboi silently consumed every fantastic image.
Sarge was getting the vision of the assignment that Robbie would get after he completed basic training....his entire insides were smiling......
None of the men closing in around the bag in smelling range of the man scent of fuck could wait much longer....they all needed in Robbie, and sooooon.
The girls were all shaking within themselves in raging sexual need.....some had fingers completely up their humping, dripping pussies. They were all feeling the feels of the kid's skins when they shaved and massaged the young troop earlier, and their fingers were in pins and needles. They could feel his smoothe pinky-white quivery skin on their hands and fingers. Their entire bodies tingled with the sensory knowledge of the sexual tool before them being used and giving himself to the needs of his masters.
Sarge and the two face fuckers started into a lonnnnnnng, bellowing sqwallllllll as they gave up their frothy spooooooge inside the face and butt sucking asshole of the tremoring teen soldier. Even in the throes their fantastic fucking cums they still kept replacing each other in the kid's throat. Absolutely, fucking deeelissshussss!!!! Cum splooged and gushed in blurgels out of the kid's mouth and was fucking spraying and flooging everywhere!
The teen troop jerked and bounced, fluttered and flounced till he fell silent and slumped head-first down the side of the huge sweat soaked bean bag cover as the three exhausted but totally sated men were guided to side rooms off the main entertainment hall.
At this moment a massive black man was crawling up on the bag and lying down on his back. Four girls lifted Shrummy over top of the man and sank the kid's cum-droozing boycunt down on the man's ten inch steeled cock. A second dude, somewhat smaller but handsomely tooled climbed up behind Robbie and slid his wick right in with the big man's. Whoooosh, there ain't nuthin' smoother than fresh cum lube! Up and in he went. Three men kneed up to the man on his back already up inside Robbie and fed each of their dripping pricks through the kid's lips. Two men moved in to Robbie's left hand and two to the right and wrapped his trembling sweaty palms and fingers around their fucking pricks.
Robbie was working nine men at once....NINE COCKS were in or served by the kid trooper! They started his hands jerking them as they humped....The second dude up Shrummy's hole took the rut lead and Robbie rose and fell on the lying man's prick as the rearfucker pummeled his bung.
The three men in his mouth got into a rhythm between them while they worked the kid's face this way and that, side to side, smooshed and humped, and around and around. A Broadway choreographer could not have done it better. At the sight of the syncopated plowing, the Trove manager put on appropriate 'beat' music which seemed to punctuate every sinking, humping, rut-fucking cock in the toy soldier.
It was a reamage classic....a thing of beauty to be sure! The manager was on the phone with a film distributor he knew would fall over backward to get hold this five-angle twink banging. Shit....the extracted still shots could fill a magazine series.
The teenboi blond soldier jolted forward, then back and up then down onto the cocks in all his holes while his hands jerked their cum-sticky magic as well.
"Shhhlkkk! Sssskkkk! Gwallukk! Ullllpp! Phkwukk! Swuppff!" Omigoddddd....it truly was a thing of beauteeeeeeeee.......
Back at Barracks One, it was sweaty times in the hot afternoon for the seven remaining whities and Bo Osborne. Mops, scrub brushes, soap buckets, wax, floor buffer and toothbrushes for the molding crevices and tile grout were at work in the hands of the white recruits who were assigned the chore of getting their two-day fuck palace into shape for Monday morning's next inspection.
While most of the troops had gone off to the recruits' club for some TV and brew, ten remained back at the barracks. As it turned out, the physical labor of cleaning the mess was only a part of the burden for the enslaved soldier boys....invariably a floor or toilet scrubbing troop's face would be pulled onto some black meaty hang for service as well.
Mason was the most creative of the black squad leaders....he insisted his cocksucker continue scrubbing while he serviced cock. So he sat right down in front of Pvt. Cary who was scrubbing the hall on hands and knees. He made Cary keep scrubbing while the kid's face was pulled into them heavy hanging nuts for some fine honky hummin'. The steady scrub brushing motion gave Cary a super cocksucking rhythm which Mason just leaned back on his hands, enjoyed and "Mmmmmmmmmm'ed.
And then suddenly, he was hump-slamming the poor fuck's face like a battering ram as he reached the point of no return and "Aiiiiyuhhhh! Oh YehOhyeh!!! Eat me faggot!! Eat meeeeeeeeee!!!!!"
The screams brought snickering troops from everywhere to find Mason on his back, his cock stuffed up into Cary's pube-mashed face, with spittle cum drool seeping down the white kid's chin!
The others were hand-slapping like they just watched a fave team score a touchdown! Welllll, it was a score of sorts.
Part of the sensuousness of the whole scene was the fact that these white dudes were all naked....shit, all the troops in the barracks, black and white, were bareass....but when these white troops were put to rut, their every back, neck, buttcheek and thigh muscle rippled in tune with the service they were providing, be it humjob or reamage.
Observing eyes enjoyed the additional candy from the glistening black skin bucking and hunching to an impending joy giving nut.
Any of the black masters who might have been otherwise preoccupied were brought back to the horns of need with the primal screams of any of his bros getting off and would be forced to search out a cumdump of convenience.
S-o-o-o-o-o-o, as the sunlight waned to twilight, the hardworking white plebes were mostly decked right at their work location and drilled in cock service.
Paulie....Pvt Denny, well, he was caught in one of the shit stalls, by Skorpio....or 'Skorps' as the bro's called him. His head was dunked into the toilet and Skorps gave him a 'swirly' when he flushed it. Then with the kid's soaking head still in the bowl as it refilled, he was burbling in and out of the water as Skorps probed his tool tunnel.
It didn't help Paulie that the black dudes had found out he was Italian, and his actual name was Paolo and the family had changed their last name to 'Denny' from its Italian base of "Dennario". So now while they fucked his brains out for the next five weeks, he would be hearing a whole extra round of abuse related to heritage. Right at that moment, Skorps was barking "WopWopWop!" in rapid fire succession like he was firing a machine gun to the rhythm of his buttslamming pumpage.
To see a finely sculpted power build like Paulie's put to cock over a shitter was exquisite. Pvt. Denny was a muscled dude....schoolboy rugby star and a weight-lifter. Right then, the only lifting he was doing was with his tail being forced to raise up the fuck itself on Skorp's power-pud. "Ride that cock, woppo! Ride dago, ride!!!!"
At end, to a curdling scream echoing around the tiled walls, Skorp's pumped his wad up Paulie's pucker, while he shoved his head back down into the water with each cumshooting butt snap.
"Falubbbleuph! Fwaluphh! Falmphsshhh!"
Each time Denny's face submerged he sucked in another mouthful of water.....he was being 'drown-fucked!' A whole new adventure in water sports!
Now Hodge, a big strapping boy, was being double shamed by not only having to serve cock, but to serve the cock of the smallest slavemaster of the entire platoon. Here he was splayed out at the foot of a bunk, legs wide and bareballs out to the center of the first floor aisle, having to pull himself onto Brownie's hard black 5 1/2 inch dick by gripping the support bar at the foot of the bed. His butthole spread out under the bar and each time he yanked the bar he slammed his own teen soldiercunt onto Brownie's tool.
He was rearranging his own innards while pounding his butt against that bar again and again. Brown had a leather belly-burner to wale him with anytime he let up on his self-fucking power drive.
The all-white toothy sneer all over Pvt. Brown's sweat-shiny ebony face made Hodge cringe at how he was at the mercy of such a little punk.
It was almost like every black recruit got horny for honky hole at the same time. The barracks cleanup had ground to almost a halt in the face of the black warriors cruising whitie fagpussy.....annnnnnnnnnnnnnd finding it!
Fucking Conway....cumdump of cumdumps....Kanell found his ass in the shower, working a toothbrush in and around the drain with scouring powder. Kanell came up behind the poor bastard and black barefooted his neck pushing his face right down into the soap-scoured drain, and warbashed his nose and cheeks around and around while Conway was coughing and spitting the scum and smuck out of his mouth.
Kanell toed the slave troop's mouth and shoved his naked ass over on his back and pissed right into the kid's facehole. "Gwawwwkkk!! Awwwwkkk!! Glullkkkkph!!" Conway was drowning and gagging in a golden power spray that would have made a racehorse proud.
Keeping the boot's mouth open with his toes, meant, of course that Conway needed to clean off his pissmaster's foot and ankles which were sprayed.
Oh mannnn! It was classic...the kid came flying up onto his knees at the command and that tongue looked like a fucking anteater's. He groveled and hummed to the black soldier's shins, ankles, feet and toes. He held onto the back of the big teen's legs like he was making love to them, while dog-lapping that sleek black skin up and down and all around....man oh man oh man!!!!
Kanell nudged him away finally and when Conway sat back on his heels he became acquainted with a rockhard fuck tool raring and ready for toysoldier pussy. His eyes went wide, and Kanell screamed, "On yer back faggot!! Feet up! Asshole wide open! Beg for it....tell massah how much you needs this you fuckin' queerass!" Kanell menaced the trembling teencunt by whipping his prick up and down and then smacking it again and again into the palm of his hand. Conway actually looked all around the empty tiled shower in response to the smack-echoes off all the walls, then flopped onto his back with his feet over his head and his cheeks pulled wide, "Fuck me master....pleeeeeeze.... FUCKMEEEEEEE!!!" Tears streamed down the shamed teen soldier's face already discolored and mask like with the drying soap powder, spit and piss.
"Errrrrrrrrrrnpphhhhhhhh!!! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhh!" Groaned and moaned the freshly impaled fudge boy.
"Ruhh! Rrrruh! Urrrrmmmmm! Take it you worthless fuck....take it, fucker!" Kanell growled as he took the measure of Conway's toyboi ass.
And on and on it went...throughout Barracks One....
Upstairs, which was the easiest to clean not having been used as a lard-greased bowling alley, was left free of any further whitieboi fuckplay. Everything had moved downstairs.
1st Squad leader Alex, sort of watched all the funs while the others assumed their master roles with the white boots. He lay back in his bunk, hands behind his head, almost more interested, than say, excited like the others. He was truly living up to his top ranked position in the platoon.
One black troop from upstairs was called 'Kenya' because in speed sprints, he left the entire platoon in his dust, and reminded them of the marathoners from Africa, especially Kenya.
Anyways, Kenya was running a bit of medieval flogging clinic in the center of the first floor aisle. He, Pvt. Rood, and Pvt. Sammon had strung up Hinds, Osborne and Barry on three of the center support posts where they were flogging them with wet mopheads from collar bone to feet. Of course, there was the occasional face-slopping with the mophead, too. The white kids' arms were spread out wide and tied at the wrists to the angled cross pieces above the posts. Those sheet strips they tore up Friday night were coming in right handy. There were belts around honky waists to carry most of the weight. The feet hung spread slightly at the bottom untied. What was cool about the free hanging feet was that every time the kids pulled their knees up to hide their balls, they bared their feet bottoms and buttcheeks for whipping, too.
The sting of the water weighted mop strands, while not the leather tines of a cat 'o nine tails, nevertheless delivered multiple series of body betraying electrifying stimulation that caused the captives to go hard as steel.
The black troops whuppin' up on them were all wide smiled and showing their gleaming white teeth in dramatic contrast to their varying shades of glistening brown skinned faces in full enjoyment of their task. The more that those white teen cocks rose high and hard against their bellies, the more the whuppers howled in glee and waled on the stomach-knotting, cringing, toe-curling, white-knuckled soldier whities.
"Yiiii! Ohhhhh! Uh! Uh! Acchhhh!" screamed the three dudes wriggling and wiggling in response to the constant whipping. Kenya seemed to get the most funs out of wielding his mop across the underside of each slave's standing prick. The soldier captives were trying to bend into weird contortions and hike up their knees to protect their pricks from being waled as their bodies continued to betray them by keeping those handsome mantools standing tall, as if to taunt their tormenting mophead wielding captors and their stinging cock beaters.
At once the three black kids all but fell to their knees in hysterics at the site of all three white dick heads seeping pre-fuck. They were still in stitches as they fingered each kid's gooey cockslit and fed the burbling slop to each of the others. They promised the kids they could finish each other off first-hand, later, while the rest of the platoon watched.
Soon, Osborne had his ankles strung up to the binding at his wrists. Kenya spanked his tail and then prodded his steely black rod at the kid's chute-lips. "Arrrrrrrggggchhhhh!!!" groaned Carter. In spite of his being tooled by these dudes over and over through the week, obviously Kenya hadn't had his ass yet. He wasn't more than six inches hard, but he was also six inches around! It took several tries and a tearing fuckboy soldier before Kenya finally got his cock sleeved inside the trembling Osborne where he went about a wild and rotating butt-circling whitie boi reamage that was to cum for....and did he ever.....CUMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! Sweat seeped from every black pore as he raged and screamed his nut joy.
So happy was he, that he stayed in Osborne for another cum-lubed blowoff.
Rood released Hinds and let the teen troop slip to his knees just bound at the waist. He gently eased his pricktool to Hinds' lips, and said, "Kisssy kisssy, l'il whitie boi. You being one fine hose-hound pussylips. Yahhhh....nowwwwwww....let it in pussymouth....let it in....goooooooodboy. Le's see you swipe yur tongue out and around that fine tool, boi....I wanna see that pinky taster go W-I-L-D-D-D-D-D, FUCKERRRRRR!!!!!!"
Hinds was crazed at that dick. He was all over it! Trying to suck up around the side, the bottom the head and the root all at once and was so fucking out of breath and so sure he was failing he started to cry! Rood was ecstatic! He had a trained tongue-wielding seal on the end of his prick!!!!
Sammon was taking out his joys on Barry. He took him down from the post and retied his wrists to his ankles back behind him making the boot's body a rocker of sorts. Sammon squatted on the floor under the dude's face, and set Barry rocking back and forth with his lips locked to his prick. Up and down....forward and back....in and out....a fuckfeed of beauty. The strain on the bound cocksucking white slave was terrible as he did everything to make sure he didn't lose that fat, scraggy-veined, ugly mouth-masher.
So these are the scenes of white fuck spread out like a smorgasbord as the returning beer clubbers start to return in the late afternoon. The fumes of brew commingled with scent of manfuck and the whole of the black boots was immediately on the purple bone.
Each dude nestled up to one of the fucking bros and worked his dick into some part of the white stooge at his mercy.
Over on Magic's bunk, mannnnnn...it had looked like a love affair all afternoon. From the moment the rest of the honkyboys set out to cleaning the barracks, Magic 'invited' Osborne's kid brother to partake of some Grade A Prime dark meat. Yessss indeeed!!!
When they got back from lunch, exhausting as that experience was at the chin-up bar, under the tables and the chicken fight on the way back....Magic had the young dude stand on top of his bunk and shimmy his shorts and tee shirt off before flogging his dong for a bit. "Lemme see you flap yur dangle their faggotass!" Magic chided the trembling tearing teen. The tearing would have truly been full-fledged crying if the other troops had sat around to be entertained....but the few who did not head out for the boot club....were into their own whitebread cunt soon enough.
Magic yanked the kid down to his knees by grabbing his dick and 'Fwumppff'ing him in a heap to the mattress. Magic pulled Bo's toyteen face to his chest and rubbed and soothed the kid's head gently with his hands, calming the whimpering young Bo.
Then in a subtle continuation of his soothing hands, he pressed the boy's face down his chest and belly, dragging Bo's rasping lips to his hard, standing naked black cock. Bo gasped and sucked in his breath as he was primed for cock duty once more.
"Just kiss...kiss it witcher pritty lips, pussyfag. Keep kissing in little juicy pecks at it under the crown right there....yehhhh THERE!!! Uhnnnghhhh! Ohman...keep doin' that witcher tongue, cunt....keep on keep-in' onnnnnn!!!!"
"Whewww...yo' sho' getting to be my fav'rit, cock licker!" Magic gasped in short-breathed ecstasy.
Magic then sat up at the head of the bunk and arranged the naked teen across the bunk while pressing his face down onto his meat. He gave strong two-handed guidance to the back of the kid's neck and head, till Bo was ramping over that cock like a pro, shlicky sucking the engorged boy pleaser. As Bo started to drool spitty prefuck slop mix into Magic's pubes, ol' Maj was working the kid's furrow. His fingers ran the gamut of the Bo's crease from tailbone to balls and back and again and again and now he was spitfingering into Bo's cocksucking mouth and then going back and slicking him some more fine browneye.
Another moistening, this time with two fingers and Magic eased his diddling digits up into the moaning pussyboi. He smiled when he felt the teenbutt rut back onto the fingers. "It looks to me like you was borned to this, my dude....yayehhhhhh! You borned to it alright. You can count on ol' Magic to gives you alls you needs, too."
Easing Bo over onto his back, the kid was lying opposite Magic...knees up and head to the foot of the bunk, his tail rising and falling to the two wildly frigging black fingers rooted up his toybox. "Uhhh! I-yi...ohh...uhhh!" Bo moaned.
Magic gooed up in a smile as the fucker shot his wad up his chest to the beat of the digging digits. Mannnnn...Magic found that boy's buzzer and was exhausting him relentlessly teasing it and now here was the freshly nutted young fucker pounding his prick and going after it again!
"You one hot boi, sweetbread....one hot boi!!!" The frigging went on and on and the kid squirmed and wriggled sweating from every pore bared to the world trying to blow another load as he sucked and gasped for breath.
Then Maj disenfingered the boycunt and shoved the kid's legs up and over his head effectively doubling him over, saying, "I bet'chu double jointed and sucks yer own cock don'tchu, queenie? DON'TCHU!"
"N-nuh-nooooo....sir...I don't nev...Errrrncch!" Bo groaned from being bent over with his feet shoved behind his head, his dribbling cockhead pisshole staring down at him right in the eyes!
"Urrngghh!" grunted Magic, nearly bending the young teen in two as he sat onto the back of the kid's legs. "Ha! Guess you ain't aftah all. So that's why you been doin' yur school homies down at thet farm in the loft eh?"
"N-o-o-o-o-o!!!!" Bo screamed so loud all the other troops stopped to take it all in.
"Shut up you lying, pricktease. You prob'ly muff dive them punks right aftah you worry the sheep, I bet!" Magic pressed on.
"Ohhhh noooooo! I ...we don't no sir...we really never...."gawulllpphh!" Bo's mouth was stuffed with Magic's mansized cock. The two guys were nearly the same age....both teens maybe a year...year and a half apart, but Magic was so much bigger. Bo's waify- like look could have passed him for anything short of 16 instead of the high school near-graduate he was. His dick was a fine specimen as well...a copy of his big brother's six-incher in all respects, cut, about 5 inches around smoothe as silk.
Bent over in half he was, with Magic feeding him fat dark dong through his legs into his cocksucking mouth. He was bouncing on the 'springing' of the kid's legs up and down...each time getting deeper into Bo's face. While Magic was being serviced, he yelled for big brother Carter Osborne whose soap sudsed naked form scrambled from scrubbing the stairs to answer the call.
"Eat him fucker! Clean yur bro's pussy and ready it for my fine, big BA-LACK tool. Git on yer back and tongue up in there till I see a pinky-wiggling suck-slab of faggot tongue to slide this rammer-jammer in on.
Osborne nearly threw his guts up. If Magic wasn't sure these two hadn't played '69 yer bunger' together back home, he was all but certain now. He really was sure these two had been eating each 'n other's cock since they first knowed they had something needing licking.
Osborne grudgingly turned over on his back and scootched up under his kid brother's tail which was being lowered by Magic till Osborne's tongue slid right over his brother Bo's slot. His tongue darted away. He didn't want to...he just couldn't....his own brother!!
"Fwullphcc!" and Osborne's mouth was swamped with brother pussytail.
"MISTER! I better see that tongue buried in yur brother's fudge pack by the count of five or I'm gonna wale you like never got waled. "Sssshlkkkk! Thuck! Thuwkk!"
Magic smiled. "Yesssss....eatcher bro, boy....or gurl....whutever yo' is!"
Both brothers shuddered at the sound of Magic's implication.
Bo was yanking his prick which tingled excitedly from the work of big brother's taster. He felt so shamed. He couldn't help it it. He was mumbling apologies to his brother while he gasped and kicked his curling feet and toes in the joy of boyhole bung munching.
Magic's smile broadened as he instructed Osborne to flatten the tongue to provide a cock slide for his fuck meat.
Magic slid back on the slick sweat over the back of Bo's legs and butt cheeks till he was positioned for farmboy tail toolin'. He whipped himself up extra good at the sight of Carter Osborne's wided out pink slab, just lying there to guide his shaft up that fun tunnel....he had to get a grip....squeeze himself and sit back and relax. He'd almost shot off at the sight of the performance art he was creating there in his own bunk.
Once again in control, Magic leaned in and lay his hefty piece right on Carter's tongue. Bo's big brother lay there quaking from his uncontrollable sobs under his brother's balls as he awaited the ultimate disgrace of his tongue and his little brother's hole being 'blacked' at the same time! If his dad ever knew this, he and Bo would never be allowed home again! They wouldn't have a friend for counties around!
Just the same, there lay what felt like a pound of black cock on a quivering white farmboy soldier tongue!!!!
Cradle that meat, pussy," Magic barked at Carter, and the kid's tongue curled up around the sides of Magic's prick. "Guide my prong with yur slider there, and pull yur faggotass brother onto me." At first, there was no movement.
Magic hawked up a gob of blackboy spit and droozed right onto Carter Osborne's tongue. The kid's stomach did flips. He couldn't believe the disgrace after disgrace he was having to endure at the hands, butts and cocks of these black fuckers.
Finally his trembling hands moved back to Bo's hips and he started to strain to pull his little brother onto Magic's teen teaser. After very little progress, Magic wrapped his arms around Bo's legs and while watching the boyhole target and brother-tongue slide-guide, he worked that young teen up against his quivering prickknob. Magic had calmed considerably from his near blow-off. He took Carter's fingers and wrapped them around his peter and instructed him on the impaling of his brother. Carter squeeze-jacked and pressed the big black dude's cockhead into and through Bo's outer pussy ring. His still hole-stuffed tongue eased the strain and avoided the tearing sensation as Magic's huge tool slid slowly and relentlessly to the roothairs up into Bo's tool box.
That boy's buzzer was amazing.....there he was pulling off like a brandynew boy jerker whut just found out how goooooood it feels, and he was shooting his wad all over the place. Magic reached down and scooped cumjam with both hands and wiped it all over Carter's face and then jimmied his prick on Carter's tongue up inside Bo.....getting the younger dude going again.
After a few minutes having Carter lick all around his pumping prick inside his brother, Magic sent Carter back to his barracks clean-up duties.
"Talk to me sweetheart," Magic goaded his fuckditch. "Tell bigdaddy Magic, how much you fucking just luvs to please him witcher pussybox......tell Magic."
With nothing but tiny whimper squeaks from inside Bo's face, Magic snap-fucked him deep and hard five times and then the young dude blurted out, "Oh sir...oh sirrrrr....I luv ...I luv...so hurts....stuffed....oh..uhhh....cock....so bigggggg....oh...a-yeh...unnghhh... ohhhso harrrrrrrrd.....ummmahh....mommy....fuckin' me....fuckin'...ohgoddd...fuckin' in me....." he cried out sobbing finally.
"Oh yes, oh yes oh yessssss....you does be loving it my fuckboy....and....you does it witcher mommy, too...dat right???" Bo was stunned and even in his wilding he heard what he yelled and how Magic took it....
"N-O-O-O-O-O-O!!! NOT MY MOM....oh nooooo!!" he cried into himself and sobbed convulsivey.
Yessss! I knew it!" Magic squealed triumphantly, up into the rafters looking skyward like they do. I know'd you farmboy faggots was like'at!!! Yahhhh! I knewwww!.....Ha! Betchu can't keep her outta yur shorts either!!!!"
Suddenly he convulsed and shook violently, before falling forward in a long low but building moan, "Ohhhhhhhhnngggghhhh! A-yehhhhhhhhhh!"
He had a long building cumblowoff but even in his weakened state, he kept pounding Bo again and again gunning his spooge up inside his toyhole.
His sweat-soaked nappy head lay below Bo's chin as the kid's innards absorbed and tried to expel the invading cock and it's joyjelly.
Bo shivered when he felt Magic's tongue working and worrying his titnip. Magic's head rose up and he lapped at Bo's face .... licking him from chin to forehead, and then burrowed down into the kid's neck and shoulder breaking out into full fuckrut one more time. Bo screammmmmmmmed! Their bodies meshed, sweated and smoldered there together as Magic went for it one more once!
This time, poor fucked up Bo was shooting with Magic as their bodies rubbed frantically together and between the excitement of Bo's inner boy buzzer and the friction to his tool against Magic's belly he got his nut for the third time since Magic put him down that afternoon.
By now, their own needs had consumed all the other troops watching the naked white boys scrub and buff the floors, head and shower, and couldn't resist those cocksucking whitebreads anymore. One by one they were pulled from their cleaning tasks and put to knob polishing and buttholing which they all knew was their primary duty in this platoon for as long as they were in it.
Magic turned his farmboy ragdoll over and butt-snapped the little fucker's asshole while biting the kid's toes with his feet resting on his shoulders or meshed between his fingers. He laid down hard into the kid's face and spit and dripped fuck sweat as he plowed him toy asshole again and again. Oh man, it was a clinic. He scissored him....mission-fucked him. He shoved him back onto his shoulders and banged him backward and forward. He laid him across, then long-ways, then feet to head, and he fucked and reamed and ravaged and pounded that kid silly, while all the time demanding the young teen fucker beg for more and tell him how much he needed to be 'blacked'. Then he impaled Bo faceup onto his own belly where he nuzzled the kid's ear and neck from below while listening to the pleas for more and more black for him. Then he humped up and up and up into the kid's slicky cum-lubed pussy.
As the sun waned in the sky toward twilight, the dudes coming back from their club were about getting a share of the spoils, and as Bo was pulled from the sweating black fucking hulk that was Magic, Bo was still telling him, "I love it sir. I need it sir! Please sir! Fuck me sir! I need blackfuck sir! I will only always fuck for black sir!"
The sound of Bo's begging became distant from Bo's ear as he drifted into a fuck-sated sleep in his cum, spit and sweat soaked bunk, while Bo was still reciting his litany to the five new black troops who he was servicing on the other side of the squad bay, in his brother Carter's bunk...."I need to fuck black sir...please sir, black me "............
At the Trove......Sarge and some of the others were being pampered in side rooms while Shrummie was dutifully butt, face, feet and palm-fucked by his 'men of the moment'.
The girls had gone about their other servicing duties...and the seamstress was now bringing over the gold lamay loin-cloth and the pouch made in part from Robbie's own hair and cockpubes that they shaved from him earlier.
The men took the boy to the hot tub to scrub him squeaky clean while he sucked several new men who came in since the whole rodeo started. They loved watching the bubbles he let out when he blowed them under water. It seemed like men and their hands were all over the smallish golden dude as he was refitted to the freshened center beanbag for further 'tooling'.
"Let's have a 'geyser,'" called one of the men.
A girl rushed to a closet and brought a long slender-like plastic implement to the men before disappearing once again to await any call for service.
It was a plastic tube like thing no wider than a pipe cleaner, but seemed like a tiny dildo of sorts.
The men had Shrummer lick and suck the end of it. Then it was lubed and oiled....as was the head of Shrum's cock. The men were tugging and pulling at Robbie's prick stretching it beyond the limits of his skins again and again.
Then the poor kid screamed bloody murder as they pulled his pee hole slit wide and stretched it and poured oil and lube into it and spit on it while digging something into it. Robbie couldn't see anything, except when his tear-filled eyes cleared once in a while he saw the video of it on the ceiling above him....but couldn't figure out what all the pain was from. He actually thought for a moment they were going to either castrate him or mutilate his hanging prize.
But no....n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! That would have been tooooooo good for him.
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