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 teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Raw Recruits. Chapter 21.
Fum Last Time: Hobbs looked up into Barry's eyes as the young man gave his all to the butt-fucking he was giving himself. He was picturing the handsome tool crawling around Hobbs' place in Meridian that next day, doing chores....hoping to earn enough houseboy points to ride that magic dick again and again
and and annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.........
In the motel office, Travis' head was still spinning. He'd had his brains fucked out! Annnnnnnnd....he liked....it....wanted it.....loved.....it!!!!! His mouth watered at the aftertaste of teen ass, man dick...BLACK man dick. His hand was fevering his rock hard prick through his jeans as the images coursed his mind's eye again and again like a video reel.
With his cock bent down in his pants he could hardly stand straight when he went over to the TV and switched on Channel 3. HOLY SHIT! He'd forgotten all about the closed circuit setup that was installed at the motel. The owner had told him it was disconnected because it was not legal.....so Bo had never switched off the cable hookup to see what was on the local channels.
There in full color was Jameson bounce-fucking his ass on Hobbs like it all just started. The grunts, and gasps....the sighs and sight of young Bo eating that big black's pit inside and out....ohhhhhhhh! Trav was pressing down on the bone in his pants with the heel of his palm, and then humping into it!
He nearly popped his wad when he saw Hobbs pull Bo up onto his chest and fit that toy teen onto Jameson's prick with those pinky-white legs splayed out wide to the left and right. Mannnn....those wrinkly teenboi feet bottoms and scrunched-up, curled-under toes! Bo was on his back, and his face lay next to Hobbs' where it was being licked by the big man's rabid rasper. Then the kid's ear disappeared into Hobbs' mouth!
Jameson ham-slammed up into the splayed out toyfuck teen each time he rutted himself on Hobbs' massive probe! Huff! and Hump! and Fuck! and Rut! The sights and sounds of fuck were just about all a teenboy voyeur could handle without throwing his own self on the biggest cock he could find! How he wanted back in there! How he wanted that big black tool! To lick, to suck....to fuck till he couldn't breathe! And that teenboy, whitey faggot....he could just...."HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I know that kid! I KNOW that kid now! Tha-That's Osborne's l'il brother! I got me a piece of ol' Os's kid brother!"
Rubbing even harder at his fly, Travis was thinking, '....and that won't be the last time, neither! Carter Osborne's brother....faggot!'
Travis was so excited he was trembling at his find coupled with his fevered lust at the moment, and the action going on in the motel room now at full volume on the screen. With his quivering fingers he changed the tapes in the VCR so as not to have the thing wrap around and lose the part when he himself was in the room with the other kids. He pulled the ejected cassette to his lips and kissed it. He'd find a way to use this against Bo AND his big brother when he came back from the Army. "Hmmmmm.....my own....my very onliest c ockhounds....and all to me own self!" Trav whispered out loud as he tugged his leaking prick out of his pants...."Ummmpphh! Uhhhhhh! Ahhhhhyehhhhh....soooogooood!"
Back at the bivouac area, the military field problem had been set in motion, and the white recruits were all in the same squad. The rest of First Platoon was licking it's collective lips.
Out off the highway, Twinkster's bus was just getting to the depot in his hometown. David, the older boy who had helped the stumbling kid to his seat, was also getting off there. He offered Twink a ride home. Without response, Twink just seemed to move in David's same space to the parking area.
Dave didn't ask for an address or directions....he just helped the sleepy, fucked out little doof into the car and drove. He reached his hand around Twink's neck and helped the kid down to a comfy spot against his right thigh.
Twinky refixed himself and nuzzled up against his new benefactor, one hand over the other, under his head.
David's hand moved down the young dude and kneaded his butt cheeks. Cupping his hand back up around Twinky's face, his fingers found the kid's lips and fed themselves into Twink's mouth. At first there was nothing, but soon Twink's tongue swirled it's way around the fingers and then Dave felt Twinky grip his wrist and begin to ever so slightly face-pump over them. Dave's rigid prick vibrated like a tuning fork.
David pulled the car off the highway and into a secluded grove. His cock was about to burst it's fragile skins. Twink's breath was short as he fucked his head on the throat seeking digits.....
We might not see Twinky anymore but we'll know he lived a lifetime inside these last 24 hours.....and he was about to build on that!
Raw Recruits. Chapter 21
The field problem was underway!
All the platoons, 1-3 were in motion, with 4th Platoon held in reserve.
Alex had devised a heretofore never tried response to the problem he'd been handed by the regular army cadre. In sum, he was expected to assault the hilltop compound that was established as a foothold over the entire valley. He was also expected to move off the departure point (DP) about daybreak....and to use all his platoons in consort across the face of the hill.
Alex called his recruit platoon leaders together the night before the attack was planned and laid out the plan for them. Alex also did not provide much detail of his plan to the cadre in case one of them was a 'spy' for the regulars.
At 9 PM that night, the platoon leaders broke up and met back at their platoon encampments with their individual squad leaders. None of the leaders were aware that this plan of Alex' was not a standard response, and just took all the instruction in stride.
Plans were also made at the squad leaders' meetings to arrange for the transfer of troops from 4th Platoon to 1st, since the 1st Platoon was depleted what with the eight white recruits in bondage to the blacks in the whole company.
The white booties were 'arrested' right after bivouac meals the first night, and had since had their mouths and assholes plowed silly for 24 hours.
All four platoons were in on it, and there was the embryo of a plan to bolster the toy soldier fuck pigs with a couple more whitie boys from the other platoons. The other three platoons had majorities of white recruits over black, so the kidnapping of one troop would not go unnoticed. The black squad leaders and the two other black platoon leaders were working out the possibilities.
Since the field problem ws expected to conclude the next day, with a day off planned after, there was time to work out the troop rearrangement. The most likely plan was to have the reserve platoon dispatch a squad to capture a whitie or two from each of the other platoons during the assault on the hill.
Since the attack was to be mounted in the pitch dark, and all troops would be charcoal-faced for camouflage, the white boys would have to be 'marked' for the 'capture' team.
That night, 4 black recruits from Platoons 2, 3 and 4 were sent to all the tents to mark the boots of the white dudes. Each white troop's boots were marked with a single white stripe down the sole bottoms. This would make it like 'fish in a barrel' as they crawled up the hillside on hands and knees, their boot bottoms would be like beacons to their their captors.
The camp was roused, at 0300, and soon were fitted out and in formation before their platoon leaders. Alex called one quick meeting with the platoon leaders at 0415, 15 minutes before stepoff, and then a silent signal, a blue flashing light was transmitted across the 'A' Company line, and the shuffle of fatigue pants legs rubbing together sounded like a covey of birds clearing out of a bush.
The troops advanced slowly and deliberately as they headed to the backside of the hill.
Each platoon had a point man on compass, with a back up compass man to ensure the direction in the blackness of the early morning.
The 4th Platoon moved in behind all the others and when the company was within sight of the hill, they moved off to the front of it, while the others continued toward the backside.
There was a triple finger snap from the middle of the 4th Platoon, and it's 'whitie squad' pulled out and drifted back toward the other platoons. As they pulled out, three of the white troops were tapped, and told to go with the retreating squad of black recruits.
The whites thought they were assigned to the raiding squad at the last minute, and just went along with the move.
This also gave the black raiders three extra troops to help with the planned captures. The three white dudes wouldn't know they were duped until they ended up back at the compound sucking black dick!
As the squad moved up the hill behind the other platoons, they spread out so that groups of 4 and 5 approached each of the platoons now crawling up the midpoint of the hill.
The white stripes on the bottoms of the marked troop's boots truly were beacons to the marauding squad.
Two troops were to be taken from the rear of each assaulting platoon. Two or three black booties would come up alongside the selected soon-to-be dickeater, and the one on the left would cover his mouth, while the the one or two on the right would squat over his back and tie his hands. Each captor was then walked down the hill and back to camp where he'd be thrown in with the other white kids already enslaved by the 1st Platoon practically since those first days when Sgt. Carter started taking liberties with Pvt. Shrumm.
It was about 0530 when the last of the captured whites was thrown into the 'cage' the black troops of 1st Platoon had their slaveboys build after all the foxholes and tents were established the previous day.
Of course, to the marauders, go the spoils. Within minutes of each returning raider team's return, the captive was balls naked on his knees partaking of black dick! annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd...........being told how much he liked it.....annnnd, how much more and deeper he wanted it!!!!
Altogether now, there were the original eight white fuckboys from 1st Platoon, and 10 more were taken in the assault 'raids' on the hill from the other platoons. 18 cocksuckers in all had been 'detained' for 'special training'.
All detainees in the 1st Platoon compound had hands tied behind their backs, sat to the ground with their backs to the fence where the bindings were then tied to it.
The serf recruits knew their fate in this company, so mouth gags were unnecessary.
The new captors, frightened and at least surprised if not shocked, were bound hand and foot as well as gagged. Each was dumped into the makeshift 'stockade' and summarily depantsed while being otherwise stripped bare.
The raiders were the only ones at the stockade now, and they found that after each new captive was stripped, he went silent. The shame of their bare skins made them no longer want to draw any attention, even if it was to beg for release, as if that was even the most remote of possibilities.
Some of the captors were recipients of the 1st Platoon's gratuitous offering of blowjobs down at the beer hall earlier in camp, so they briefed the others on the program of butt and mouth assault, and then each proceeded to a whiteyboi each pulling his cringing face to his fly for service.
When the cheers went up at the hill where Alex executed the greatest coup in camp history by taking the entire enemy cadre, in their sleeping bags, without a shot fired, all of the newly detained whities were taking the last of their captors' cum shots up their sore buttholes.
Back at the motel:
Jameson was in full throat, almost singing out loud as he wailed into Bo's toytail with reckless abandon. He was so on fire he was nearly out of control. Hobbs, of course, loved it!
As much as Barry loved the fuck of black cock up his own chute, he was in ecstasy plowing him some young boi pussy like this. Bo was almost as pretty as any bitch Barry'd ever had, and genuinely responded to deep reamage. Sgt. Carter had given Bo a deep appreciation of anal pleasings, and he gave of himself fully when he was taken by dudes that had need of his wares.
Jameson was now the proud recipient of Sgt. Carter's tutelage of young Bo.
Of course, Carter had designs on Bo becoming a recruit under him when he graduated and signed up for the service. Hobbs had his own ideas in that vein....it wasn't clear whether it would be a tussle between the two non-coms, or not.
At any rate, to Travis' unbelieving joys, the butt-fuckaround continued through the morning with Jameson and Hobbs taking turns ganging the shit of boy Bo fuckster.
When it finally was past the point of no return, Hobbs dragged both fuckboys by their ankles across the floor and into the shower where they licked, soaped, washed and fingered all his special black and otherwise dark places squeaky-assed clean.
He liked when the boys licked his hole out together, and then whisped their raspers through his crinkly brush of soapy, nappy pubes, chest hair and pits.
After he was thoroughly tongued, and rinsed, he told Bo and Barry to clean themselves up good and get back inside to dress.
When the two spotless cockslaves emerged from the bathroom, Hobbs was most pleased. His hands clasped behind his head against the headboard of the bed closest to the window, he gazed from his young, newly acquired charges to the mirror which displayed his large blackness and hefty cock lying across his left upper thigh. He then had the boys turn around and bend over. "Pull'em ass cheeks apart yu cunt! Lemme see them swolled-up pussies!"
"Mmmmmmm, gooo-ooood! Uk-kay turn back around, Ten-HUT!" he barked them both to attention.
He said not a word as he looked over the fidgeting youthful dudes who were getting cold sweats wondering what next Hobbs had in mind for them. They anxiously shifted their weight from one bare foot to the other.
In spite of his tentativeness about his fate, Jameson started to lick his lips at the site of Hobbs' huge member.
"Getcha clothes on faggots!" Hobbs finally hollered, shocking both of them out of their skins. They jumped from fright and ran for their clothes, dumped to the floor many long hours ago.
Jameson stumbled and bumbled as he tried to get dressed while standing on first one foot and then then other the way guys seem to always do rather than just sit down. Bo was having less trouble since for some reason he was proceeding much more methodically than the frenzied Jameson.
Barry was fully dressed first and Hobbs made him stand motionless at the foot of his bed for inspection.
"Awrite, grunt, getcha ass over to the motel office and check us out," Hobbs ordered Barry.
"You," he growled at Bo, "com'ere and kiss my dick goodbye."
Bo rushed to the side of the bed and Hobbs grabbed the scruff of his neck and yanked his face to his meat.
Bo wolfed Hobbs' hog with slobbering tongue and lips. He kissed it....licked it....tasted his master with an adoring appreciation he had so adeptly learned at the cock of Sgt. Carter.
Hobbs watched Barry close the door behind him as Bo laved the big black's prick and balls.
Hobbs was pleased. He was pleased both at Bo's performance as well as his own in corralling these young white boys to his service. 36 hours ago he would never have imagined a situation such as created itself for him when those three young dudes got on that bus he took from camp.
True, Twinkster was gone....off to a new life on yet another bus home with maybe a new master to serve. But.....Bo and Barry were truly his to do with as he pleased and they couldn't disobey him or get away from his mental hold and their newly realized physical need made them captive to his every word and he knew it.
When Barry opened the door of the office, Travis jumped thru his skins, and flustered looking for the remote to shut the TV. He had become totally rapt into Bo's 'goodbye' dick swabbing of Hobbs and got a scare when doorknob turned.
He did manage to turn the TV off before Jameson caught sight of the scene he'd just been a part of for these last hours.
Travis was flustered and trembling as he took Barry's credit card to swipe it.
"Was everything good for you, sir?" Travis' voice quavered even as he smirked. Their mutual look showed it was, as they remembered the play they'd both been a part of over night. Travis couldn't get past his being totally captivated by black cock to the point of absolute submission. He knew if Hobbs walked thru the door right then and pointed to the floor....Travis just knew he'd be on his knees with drool slobbering over big black dick!
Gawwwwwwwd! He again pressed his palm to his fly and hunched into it as he went rock hard at the renewed thrills of the cock he took last night.
Barry picked up on it and found himself licking at his lips as he fingered his peter thru his pants. Even through all this, Barry looked every part the salesman again in his smart tan suit perfectly fitted for his lean, young frame.
They finished signing the credit card receipt and Barry headed back out with a cheery "See you!" to Travis.
By the time Barry got back to the room, Hobbs' duffle bag was already outside and the door was open with Bo following behind the big black.
They headed for the bus with Barry and Bo sharing the burden of carrying the duffle for Hobbs.
Travis came out as they were passing and called Bo over. "Get yer ass back here, faggot before you head home. I got somethin' to show you yur gonna wanna see, hear?" Travis ordered pointing his finger and jabbing it into Bo's chest so hard the kid staggered back a step.
Bo looked down as if beaten down, and nodded 'Yes,' to Travis, not surprised to see Trav was rubbing his still hard cock in his jeans. He was feeling real put upon now....it seemed no matter where or what, he was to serve everybody but himself, and on his knees! Still, he would be back to see Travis as soon as Hobbs freed him to do so.
He turned back to Hobbs and the end of the duffle bag he was carrying.
Travis watched the little troupe head for the bus terminal for several seconds before going back inside to get a replacement tape ready for the TV. Ev en though the owner had stopped running the tape, there always was a blank in the old machine....so for sure, other stuff had been going on there with the owner's knowledge and/or participation that Travis was not privy to.
Travis was going to get the tapes of the overnight with Hobbs copied and edited so he could safely get his own images out of it before he set about 'getting payment' from at least Bo, if not Bo's big brother Carter as well. His mind had been running wild with how to use the tape to his best advantage.
One thing he knew....that fuckin' dweeb Bo, Travis fuckin' owned his ass.....ha! annnnnd his mouth, for fuckin' ever!!!
He kissed each tape cartridge.
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