Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between young adults. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Raw Recruits. Chapter 15 [Special mention to 'markster' and 'THE Mr. D 10' for some images and scenes herein.]
It was Fenwick, and he had the handle of a large 'something' shrouded in a sheet.
"Oh my oh myyyyyyy! Whut has we heah, mah mannnn!" Fenny grinned as he got a sight of the sweat-soaked whitebread riding him some blackness.
"We has heah, yo' good-assed servant, Godman!" Sarge answered, spanking Carey's sweaty hips as the troop romped up and down on his Sergeant hugging the big man around the neck, curling and clenching his boy toes behind Sarge, as he tried to see who had come in but just couldn't control any of his muscles any longer and his tongue droozed string after string of spit as it hung from his lower lip and he gasped for the breaths that were being pumped out of him from below.
"Lookit whut I brunged you, bro!" Fenny said as he set down the 'package' and pulled the shroud clear. A-FUCKING-MAZING!!
It was like a large soft leather diaper duffle. It had four flaps that folded over and lashed together at the center. Out the one side was the near-skinned blondieboi head and feet doubled over....of Private Shrum!!!! Out the other side was Shrum's bare ass with a large black buttplug stuffed up his hole.
Fenwick unsnapped the latch and the folds fell away just like an unfolding diaper baring the site of the young troop's hands cuffed between his legs.
Sgt. Carter broke into a big wide grin. Inside Carey must have thought Sarge's cock grew another foot with how it emboldened itself at the sight of the Shrummieboi tool back from the Treasure Trove.
"I figgered you wasn't coming back, and you'd wantcher little faggot ass back for the start of the training week," Fenwick explained.
"You right dere, my man....and thank YOU!" Sarge said, slapping hands with his brother sergeant. "Unfold his ass and hang him by the cuffs on those hooks on the wall," Sgt. Carter directed Fenwick.
Shrum hung full length down the wall watching as Fenwick dropped his pants and squeezed his fat powertool up next to Sgt. Carter's cock up inside a newly screaming Stevie Carey.
Sarge spit into his face and bellowed, "I bet yer little lezzie wife wouldn't be surprised one bit to see you BWW, boi!!!"
Through his agony, Stevie looked into Sarge's eyes clearly not knowing what Sarge meant by BWW, even as Fenny was licking the young trooper boot up the back of his neck as his fat fuck-humper massaged his hole from deep, and deeper and way up inside.....
"Blacked while white, boyyyyyy!!!! BLACKKKKKKKKKKKKED while WHITE!!!!!" Sarge growled.
Shrummie squirmed at the sight and Carey's screels shot right through him to the background hum of the two moaning, glowing sergeants as they double-fucked the toy teen soldier out into next week.........Shrummie's tool was pegged to his belly....leaking streams of pearly prefuck down the shiny underside of his cum tube, out over his balls and down toward the floor....
Raw Recruits. Chapter 15.
"White trash crackah faggot!!!! Think I can get my fuck rammer up through yuh and out yur throat boy???" growled Sgt. Fenwick. Even a day of suckeefuck at the Trove couldn't diminish the need that surged through the raging balls hanging from that big black muthafukkah!
Sarge was snickering himself at Fenny's insatiable pussyboi pounding fuck reamage he was throwing to young boot Stevie Carey.
"Acchhh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohh! Unnnggh!!" was all Carey muttered in a spit spray and drool down the front of his fucked-over body.
The fascination for Sarge was the sight of the teenboi recruit appearing to be bounce-fuckin' his own self facing Sgt. Carter, when while it was true that's what started the scene, in reality, Fenny was thumping that toyboybox from behind as it slid up and down on Sgt. Carter's fiery rigid ebony boy pleaser.
Shrummie was wriggling from his wrist cuffs against the wall. His whole inner sexboi was in turmoil. In spite of his overnight stay on the end of hundreds of fingers, cocks and tongues at the Trove, he so needed...had to have....some....thing. Was it pussy....plain ol' good and healthy sex....? orrr was it man.....sex....? orrrr was it some....BLACK man sex he needed?
Sgt. Carter soon let Fenny have the whole of Pvt. Carey. He squeeshed his 9 inch flagging tool out of Carey and watched Sgt. Fenwick lay forward over Carey's back and grind the pussy troop into the mattress, "Phhooofffhh!" came the air from inside young Stevie.
Fenwick pressed his sweaty black face against Stevie's cheek and gritted out, "When yu gits home to thet lezzie wife'a yur'n, you will finally know what she really feels when she's puttin' it out fer you ....and all yur old high school buddies, boi! She won't go roaming 'round no more fuckin' fer dem dudes no mo', now thetchu knows how pleeeeeeze yur bitch....YOU BITCH!!!!" Fenny raged punctuating every few words with 250 pounds of butt-slamming teenboi rut-rammage!!!
"Uhhhgghhhh!" gassed the young tool under him. Fenwick looked like he was trying to pound the poor young soldier through the bedsprings! He was pummeling that teen recruit as hard and as fast then as he was when he first plugged himself in alongside Sgt. Carter's own toy soldier pleaser.
Carter stood naked and rock hard before the squirming boy-Shrum. He sticked his tongue out all the way, and then curled it up and sucked it back in. His teentoi soldier copycatted the tongue swirl and slide. Oh mannnnn...Shrum was con-FUCKING-sumed!!!!!!
Sarge fed two fingers over the strung up teen dude's tongue. The kid literally ate them up. His fiery-hot mouth sent twinges of need through all of Sgt. Carter. He did have a special 'feel' for the boy recruit. He had taken to molding this tool of black men's pleasure. He might have actually thought this smoothe white sweetbread was placed in First Platoon for Sarge to groom and show how to serve BLACK. Well, destiny or not, when Sarge was done, the teen fucktool was going to have been perfectly molded to the cock of the black man and it's pure service.
Without really thinking, Sarge reached into his mystery toy drawer by the bedside and pulled some short straps and more cuffs out. He smoothed a huge black hand down Robbie Shrum's calf to his ankle where he affixed the first of the new cuffs, doing the same with the other leg and ankle. He palm-soothed Robbie's upper thigh and snapped one of the straps there, repeating the act on the other thigh. He bent in and bite-sucked Shrummer's pulsing cockhead and the whole teen soldier arched out toward him to save the head of his smoothe milky white peter. This gave Sarge enough room behind Robbie to bend his newly cuffed ankle up behind him to the clips on the strap. Sarge kept his toypussyboi pegged between his teeth while he bent the other leg back, snapping it to the other leg strap.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Musing, he then shook his head, and went in behind the trembling Shrumtoi. He unhooked the right ankle from the right thigh strap....and rehooked it to the left thigh strap, then pulled the left ankle and lashed it to the right thigh strap.
When he stepped out from behind after a gentle finger frig of the teen soldier's bunger, he saw Shrummie actually swoon. Smirking, Sarge said, "I was never really interested in art, but this is one fine piece of work on my wall, eh Fenny? Fenny?"
He turned to check on Fenny who was now fucking Carey's asshole butt up off the edge of the bunk with the kid's head touching the floor. The big man had literally fucked the recruit toyteen right off the bed! and was too fucking busy to admire Sarge's modern fucking ART!
Shrugging at being ignored just for some molten whitebread ass, he turned back to his walled prize.
"Oh yes, you are a fine work of art, boi. My first," Sarge said more to himself than to Shrummie, as he waled a flat palm to center of Robbie's middle body, "Phhoowumpphhhh!"
Shrum was straining so badly from his wrists. Sweat streamed from his pores. He wriggled and squirmed but even that was slowing way down for the strain on his super-stretched upper arms.
He tried to reach up for the hooks to relieve his arms by pulling himself up with his hands, but he couldn't reach. The sweat streams mounted. His entire sweaty body sheen glowed in the light on his soaking wet form. Drops of sweat actually dripped to the floor from the globes of his ass, balls and his bent up knees.
Sarge ran a wide open hand down Robbie's chest and gripped his fine dick, pulled it out....further....further....f-u-r-t-h-e-r-r-r-r-r....."Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeccchhh!" Rob screamed. The ears pressed to the door in the hall jerked back at the chilling screel of their fellow boot.
Again and again, the ears jerked away with each torment, as chills ran up their backs. Yuh just know they wanted to be in there fuckin' DOING it!
Inside, Sarge had taken one of Shrummer's nuts in each hand......pulled them away from each other stretching his ballsack sooooo wide it looked like a beaver's tail. Then he squeezed both balls till Shrummie bucked forward rutting up toward Sarge to relieve something....anything.....that was happening. But no....and then Sarge smacked the kid's balls against each other three-four-five times till the wailing whitebread couldn't scream anymore.
His tears merged with the sweat coating his face. His body was so soaked in his own fluids that he looked like he was in a shower. Sarge had wrinkled up his brow at that point....it seemed Shrummer shoulda pissed himself by this time.
That right-to-left, left-to-right latchup of Shrummer's ankles behind him had his knees and inner thighs spread way wide baring his balls and cock, and pretty all shaved pubies, He was bared open to the whole wide room.
Sarge was in a quivery need for that wide open toy cuntboy again. Just the sight of that shimmering milky hairless Grade A side-of-teen screamed 'reamage' at Sarge.
He was so taken by the sight of that sweetbread in a constant state of tremor. The young dude's teeth were chattering. Sarge just fucking loved it. His hands moved all over the quivering soldier boy.
He smoothed his chest through the wet and sweat letting Shrummie lick his own wets off Sarge's palms and fingers. Shrummer's face jerked forward to suck and lick the big man's hands. Sarge pressed his upper nakedness against the sweaty troop and burrowed his face into the boy's neck as he runned both his forearms and hands under Shrum, between his wide-open thighs and all the way above and behind his buttboi cheeks. His face and chest pressed tight into the front of the boi as he reached up behind him.
He smoothed them back down to grasp the globes and squeeze before pulling them wide and slipping both forefingers up through his pussytool's wide open cuntring. Little Shrummer was going out of his mind and Sarge was biting into his shoulder tendon soooooo harrrrrrd!
Now with four fingers up Robbie, the kid was bouncing on his cuff rings with his spread knees flaring wider to the even more intense pain of the strain.
His very upper arms and thighs clearly defined his every purpley vein just under the surface. His small-bodied bubble muscles had stretched long and sinewy.
The finger friggers pulled Robbie's hole wide, wider, widerrrrrr! Another blood curdling scream!
Sarge pulled the digits out and smoothed the ravaged pussybox while he bit Shrummer's right titnip! Robbie started to sob uncontrollably. His body jerked and wretched from all the inner self igniting torment Sarge was heaping on him all at once. His boy prick....the scepter that tamed 37 bitches back home over 500 times, was leaking like a sieve. Every single touch, twitch, twinge and tweak Sarge gave that horny boy made him more and more needy for his inner sex trigger to be pulled.
He buckled inward straining with his head tucked in and down when Sarge bit his belly button and pulled his boy nips so tight and harrrrrrd!
Sarge licked the navel then and released the nipples and a huge sigh wheezed from Shrummer.....
Sarge took a peek over at Fenwick when he heard some thumping behind him.
It was a fuck of art....so much so, the word should be changed to.....'PHUCK' of art! Stevieboi was upside down and facing away with his back against Fenny and his ankles pulled tight alongside Fenwick's brutish black neck.
Fen's beer-can sized prick was deep down in Carey's butthole to the root and Fenwick was pulling him up onto his tool, then dropping him down, then up then down. Carey was using his hands to bounce himself back up off the floor. That, plus the once in a while his head hit the floor, made the thumping sound that Sergeant Carter heard.
He smiled both at the ingenuity of Fenwick, annnd his super human strength. That's one of the reasons he had sent Conway down to him that day last week when the young tool forgot what time he was to report for training.
Sarge turned back to his favorite tool....our young toy teen soldier boy Robbie Shrum. Sarge slapped at the inner thighs bared out and wide there for sergeant funnin'. He slapped both at once....then right then left, then both again. Again. Again. Again.
The stinging beating on those tender inners tormented the teen tool. His whole body jerked and jounced when Sarge slapped him. He started faking a slap just to watch the little fucker yank him self up on his wrist cuffs and cry to h imself 'cause he did it for nothingggggg!
He cried in long siren whines now that seemed to run into each other almost like he wasn't breathing between cries.
After a super thunderous slap to each thigh that left pictures of Sarge's hands on the inner thighs for many long seconds, Sarge lifted the lower part of his toy boot up to his face and sucked in the kid's nutsack....he 'psstooied' out the boy's balls and chewed in all of the ballbag skins. He kept sucking in more and more till Robbie's nuts were pressed hard under Sarge's nose. Then Robbie felt it...he didn't believe it....but the pain was unbelievable...."Ohhhhhhnooooooooooooooopleeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzz!!!!!!" he wailed.
Sarge was holding him up and away from the wall by his nutsack....which he was biting harder and harder as the seconds went by, and then at the height of Shummer's unbelieving screams he slapped the kid's inner thighs as hard as could again. The kid's body jumped in his mouth.
Sarge felt the balls jerk against his nose.
Then as quick as it all happened....it was over.
Shrummie hung limp, frazzled, leaking, sweating, hard as steel, trembling and sobbing.... annnnnnnnnnd cummmmmingggggg!!!! Sarge loved it. He absolutely loved waling the cum of the little honkyboi!
Fenny was getting dressed again when Sarge turned from Robbie. Stevie was on the floor sucking the big man's toes begging for black! and letting his tongue and lips do the talking.
Finally, Fenny allowed the troop pussy to sock and shoe him once he had his pants up. Fenny swiped hands at the young soldier's head, forehand and backhand and the kid would just turn back after each shot to pull up the man's socks and then place on and lace his shoes.
When he was completely dressed Fenwick pulled the teen slave cunt across his knees right off the floor and beat the fucker's ass unmercifully till the kid's tears had soaked the cuffs of Fenny's pants.
Sgt. Fenwick stood and grooved his hands to Carter's and thanked him for sharing, and the fun afternoon. Yeh. It was STILL late afternoon! Shrum was still on the wall. Carey was in full curl on the floor where Fenny had kicked him 'goodbye'. Annnnnnnnnnnd, Sergeant Carter was hard as a fuckin' brick!!!!!
Sarge ushered Fenwick out and then returned to the 'toy drawer' and pulled out a set of 12 inch tines attached to what looked like a riding crop. It looked a lot like a miniature floor mop, but the tines were polyester-like material, rather than cotton.
Stevie was huccing and jerking on the floor in very tiny moves now as he recovered.
Robbie was recovering seemingly as well. His heaving chest and reflexive sobbing had become much less pronounced.
With the tines in one hand, Sarge fondled Robbie's cock and asked him if he liked the gold cock and cockhead rings they jeweled him up with at the Trove.
"Y-Y-Yu-Yessir," Robbie answered.
"How 'bout that gold loin cloth....dju like that?" Sarge queried.
"Yu-Yessir!"
Sarge was making Robbie come apart with his steady knob fondling, not knowing when it would be yanked out of it's socket!
He turned Robbie around and his tormented wrists were now crossed above him in skin burning horror.
The tines flew and waled over the bottoms of the kid's upturned feet again and again and harder and harder. The screams became one long wail like before as the kid soldier's feet were whipped to various striped shades of pink and red.
He left Robbie to contemplate his burning feet, toes and ankles, not to mention the twisted wrists above him. The kid troop had sweat himself dry and surely was approaching dehydration.
From the drawer Sarge had taken an 'O' ring and accompanying strap.
He pulled Stevie off the floor and fitted the ring inside the teen soldier's teeth. It was a chore but trust Sarge to have the patience to beat Stevie till his mouth was open wide enough to receive this wonderful toy!
Once the spittle soaked kid's mouth was 'O'd open wide by the ring, he tightened the strap behind his head. He cuffed Stevie and hung him by chains on Shrummie's hooks, just the right height to feed on Robbie's toy soldier dick, and his toes dragged the floor.
With all the training the whitie boots had been getting from their black platoon members and Sarge it was becoming less and less of a chore to deep a dude's cock. It always was a bit of a challenge with all the spit and gagging but they all 'sank' to the task. As did Stevie....hanging mouth high into Shrum's cock....
Sarge stood to the side and ordered Shrummer to fuck his 'O' ringed suckbuddy in the face and to deep him every fifth stroke. The strain was incredible as the boy started to rock his body forward and back to feedfuck his wick to Stevie's wide open mouth.
Steve was slow to get with the tongue swirl cock sucking and Sarge took to waling his ass with the poly tines till he 'remembered' how to do it.
In response, Steve dove so hard onto Shrummie's cock he gagged right off when the kid's dickhead filled his throathole that first time. Without his lips to slow the intrusion he was shocked by the sudden force of his own thrust...his mouth was just an open gaping hole now with nothing to slow his approach but that raspy tongue that he'd avoided swabbing boyprick with earlier. The dryness of the open air 'cavern' redoubled the pain of boycock'sertion, too.
As the twilight shaded to darkness outside, there was the constant 'Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!' to be heard throughout the two rooms of Sarge's suite of toy teen soldier training. The 'Gwawk! Gwulup!' of fine tooled boy throat-deeping kep' on keepin' on through the evening.
Sarge freed one of Stevie's hands from the chain it was hooked to and gave him the tines to whip Shrummy's inner thighs every few moments while Sarge grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned on the TV.
When Sarge came back from the other room, Stevie was just hung there by one hand, mouth so wide and numbed, spit collecting on and under his tongue. His free hand hung limp just holding onto the whipping tines while Stevie stared up at Robbie's soulful being trembling there.
"DO YU LUV YUR BUDDY TROOP LIKE A BRO, FAGGOT?"
"G-gskirr!" was all the 'O' ring woud allow in the way of an answer while nodding.
"DO YOU WANNA SEE HIM CRY LIKE A PUSSY ALL NIGHT???"
"Oh-uh-ooshur!" Carey answered shaking his head.
"I guess that means 'No?' ....that right?" Sarge asked him and the distorted teen face nodded slowly.
"You can stop it if'n you whip him. Whip him! Whip him till yur arm is sore! WHIP HIM GODDAMIT til he CAIN'T cry no mo'!!! GET IT!!!!???"
Carey was shattered and hung there twisting by his one wrist convulsing from the battering head games of his sergeant who wanted him to whip his buddy boot. He just couldn't. He couldn't do it. He cried and jerked around on his chain tether with all the spitgoo drooling out of his wide open mouth. The fact that he couldn't swallow was enough torture in itself.
Sarge was shaking his head as he grabbed onto the kid's nuts and squeezed till not only did Carey come out of his hanging slump, but he was all the way up his tip toes and trying to get higher and away from the terrible nutcrunching pain his sergeant was inflicting on him for not whipping Robbie.
"Uhcc...ahm orreh...ahya....obba or ahl....hak 'ake uch ahamuh", Stevie tried to apologize for failing his friend....and Robbie just closed his eyes and shook all over as the first tines struck him lightly....and as Sarge yelled louder and louder for him to whip Shrummie as hard as he could and till his arm fell off...he waled Shrummie harder and harder and harder and harderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..................
The other six whitebreads were in not too much better shape that evening.
Fucking Pvt. Hodge....Paulie, was still taking it in the latrine where his captor black boys had now strung his ass up in the shower. They thought it was unfair that this muscular faggot had so much sheer strength. It made it tough for them when he decided to fight them off and some of the dudes were getting hurt. Oh, not that they didn't jump on him after he defended himself....rest assured....they always won....and moreso, Paulie always fuckin' lost! BIG TIME!!! But they also knew deep down they wanted Paulie to no longer feel that when he lost and had to put out for his black masters, they wanted him to feel that he had truly WON. I mean, who wouldn't feel he won with a fine ebony crusher down his throat annnnnnnnd an even bigger slick black truncheon up his bung rubbing that huge throbber back and forth over and over those tiny, tingling, twitching nerve endings in the anal rings of his honky boi ass!
Mason never had any truck with his cunt faggots fighting back, so he dreamed up the string up in the shower from the cross bar at the entrance by Paulie's wrists stretched out as far as possible left and right. The combo of his weight gravity pull plus his arms stretched out almost parallel with the floor...mannnn...he was in agony immediately.
Mason ordered each of the four other black troops working over Paulie to punch his upper arms and thighs as hard as they could...and use them like small punching bags. He wanted Paulie incapable of lifting his arms or standing when they were done...."That'll teach the pussy bitch to fight back! Eh, cumdump!??
"Ahrrrrowwwwuccchhhhh!" Paulie screamed and screamed.
"Oh yeh! That's the fairy queen I know and LOVE!" barked Mason when they let Paulie down and in one step he crumpled to the floor. He couldn't even keep his head and chest off the floor with his severely weakened arms just folding under him.
Mason sank his fine black butt pumper up the groveling Paulie who tried to beg to be left alone. But these horny fuckers had other funs in mind, and Paulie was now the softer much more pliable centerpiece of that entertainment.
They even sent the rest of the brutha's off to the 'club' with the remaining five honkyboi serfs....they were just too busy reaming the shit out of Paulie and screaming at him over and over how he is really NOT gonna fight being BLACKED any more.
So after the others had their flunkies shine all their brass and spit shine their shoes for them they took their little whitie fag troop on the road! "ROAD TRIP!" they all bellowed and handslapped all around.
An afternoon of raucous funs at the post beer 'club' was surely ahead.
And whutta road trip it was for the lowly white boots. They were allowed their green gym shorts, but had to hang their tee shirts from the shorts waistband. No socks. Sneaks were strung over the backs of their necks. Up on bare toes and finger tips, the cuntboys were marched off to the recruits' club. Whutta fun this was gonna be!
As dude after dude bought beers for all of the troops of First Platoon, Brownie and the others reveled in the joy of farming out their five cocksuckers for trade....this truly was the 'BLACK MARKET!'
Each group of five dudes from First Platoon had one sweetbread butt up at his table. Trade agreements was made with black boots from the other platoons, and one after the other, their white pussies, who were still in the fingers and toes position, hit their knees to 'pay up.'
A look around and it take a whole lotta smarts to see that as more and more black troops streamed through the door, the club clintele was getting blacker....and blacker! With the writing on the wall, so to speak, the white boots from platoons, other than First Platoon enjoying a beer, started slipping out one by one. It wasn't clear if any other unit in basic training had as large a number of black recruits to whites as did First Platoon.
The white kids sneaking their asses out of the all but on the dead run leaving half ful beers on the ba and at the tables were taking n-o-o-o-o chances.
Ten minutes after Kanell, Brownie and the rest marched their whitieboi posse into the club, there wasn't another white dude there! Several ot the other black dudes were getting together and figgerin' out how many blacks to whites was in their own platoons.
Ohmannnnn! Can yuh stand it????
Wonder whussup with Bo Osborne in the back of that bus barreling down the highway for home? Lessee.....
There's a pretty whiteboi ass-up in the last row. The young blond kid from the seat in front of him has weedled his way between the seat back and Bo's fine buns and he has him plugged to the core. "Ullmpph! Uhff! Uhcch!" is the muffled grunting droning from Bo's mouth full of big black Hobbs' beercan cock! "Oh my, my young white faggot....you does belong on ol' Hobb's meat. You does belong right where yo' is!"
The businessman to their right couldn't get himself under control. The spoo leaking through his underwears was spotting a half dollar sized silvery wetness on the front of his dress slacks. His hand is under his balls from outside his pants. His butthole is fuckin' itchin' like crazy. Mannnnn, whut's got this dude?
Is it the cute chickenboi cunt working out in fronna him? Or is it the twinky boi cock hang that makes him drool? O-r-r-r-r-r.....is it Hobbs' black, spit-slippery, humongo whitie man and boy pleaser? Uhm! Uhm! Uhm! Whut it beeeeeeeeee???
"Sshhlkkkt! Ssquwaluppk!" Bo wolfed him some BLACK. Oh yeh! Young Bo has been reborned indeeeeed!!!!
But Hobbs was a broadminded, freethinking, if rabid buttfucking facefeeder....and while he was surely enjoying the feel of Bo's swirling, sucking tongue serving his tool, the sight of the pretty boy banging Bo's ass was equally not lost. Maybe they could make a pit stop overnight at Bo's stop where Hobbs could advance his breeding of suck-u-lent honky pullets.
Hmmmm.......
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