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Raw Recruits. Chapter 5. [ws]
"Wash yer slimey fucking ass, cumdump, and don'tchu dare turn on that hot water!" Brown yelled as he and Shadboi wrapped their waists with their towels and padded back out to the squadbay. Whistles and cheers accompanied their entrance into the bay along with stomping feet. New whiteboi takedown cult heroes was borned!
Browny and Shad bowed deeply and whipped their towels off and flashed them like matadors as they coursed the aisle between the two squads' bunks to their lockers.
Something caught their eyes as they reveled in their new glory. Brown turned and saw what it was. Since Carey was one of the whiteyfaggots from the second floor, 3d Squad, there were only three whitebreads from 2d floor along with all four that were in the first floor squads right there with them in a row as the boysex odyssey played itself out.
Annnnnnd, Osborne, Conway, Denny, and Barry, were dressed in army green tees, gym shorts, and sneaks with no socks, alongside Hinds, Shrum and Hodge, and next to Hodge, on the floor, was a pair of gym shorts, green tee, and Carey's sneaks from upstairs. They were waiting for their black bros to get ready to head out for dinner, chests out and straight, hands to their sides for all the appearance of being at attention.... waiting.....on their knees....heads bowed.
After the 3d and 4th squads had filed down to the first floor, Carey's squad leader went to the shower and escorted the naked young fuckdump to his clothes on the floor. He was shaking himself apart, fumbling trying to put them on while all the black dudes screamed and railed at him like marine DI's do. His fellow whitey bois just shivered in place with their heads down. Then without being told, Carey just turned around kneeled at attention next to Hodge.
Oh boy. Oh FUCK-IN' BOYYYYYYYYYY!
Raw Recruits. Chapter 5.
No black member of any of the four squads could keep quiet. They were snickering, out and out laughing, pointing, hand-slapping, all at the expense of these new pussyboi mates there on the floor as they started out for mess.
'Magic' almost considered having the entire barracks file past the fuckboys like they were in a celebrity rope line and make them kiss every black muthah's dick....but he resisted with every ounce of his strength because he still didn't have a complete handle on where Sergeant Carter was taking this white boy exercise.
The white privates soon were called to file out with their respective squads, and the young dudes scrambled to their feet as the squads formed up. Usually there was no formality if moving out for mess until they lined up behind the chinning bar, but they wanted to magnify the diminished status of the white troops, who were set up along each side of the first guy in line, asses up, walking on hands and feet. Magic had his bros promise to keep cool in the mess hall and save the 'fun' for later.
It was close to 7:00 PM when Sarge was seen entering his quarters, barking out into the bay for Conway to report to him. There was a hush, then a hum of: 'Here we go again.'
Conway was still in tee and gymshorts with sneaks on, when he knocked and reported to Sarge. Sergeant Carter sat behind his desk for fully five minutes while Conway held his salute at attention. When sweat was seeping down his side from the armpit of his raised arm, dripping off his nose, and he started to shake like a leaf on a tree....Sarge very calmly and quietly returned the salute freeing Conway's arm....then said, "At ease."
Conway clasped his hands behind and shot his feet apart while remaining erect for his orders.
"Sgt. Fenwick is waiting for you to give you some purpose in this here man's Army. Apparently I haven't been able to do that, considering your failure to appear on time here this morning."
Conway was breaking down in silence as he shook even more violently in place. His tee shirt was soaked in sweat. He was not to speak, respond or explain unless asked to do so....and he didn't, much as he felt he was not at fault.
"He wants you to bring yur toothbrush. Report to him in five minutes at his 3rd Platoon quarters....in full fatigue uniform and boots. Get out, crackahboi!" Salutes were re-exchanged and Conway was on the run to get fully dressed again for Sgt. Fenwick. It was already too late for him to make it in five minutes. He was being set up to be late.
His fellow troops in both squads just stared as he flew out of Sarge's quarters. First, they were shocked he was being put out by Sarge so quickly, and then they couldn't make out why he had to get dressed again. But.....he did, and grabbed his toothbrush, and was out the back door on the dead run. When the guys saw the toothbrush, they assumed he was gone for overnight. To save time, he ran straight through Barracks 2 and out into Barracks 3.
Meanwhile Sarge roared out into the hall, "Get me Private Hodge!"
Brownie who assumed the duty of messenger again, took off for the second floor to break the bad news to Hodge.
Conway took the steps into Barracks 3 and was at the sergeant's quarters knocking, eight minutes after he was ordered to move out.
A booming voice called out, "Enter, and report!"
Turned out Sgt. Fenwick wasn't as big as his voice. He was average height and weight, but his face was etched in a sneer. A cold chill went up the kid's back at the sight of that coal black face leering at him.
"Private Conway reporting as ordered, Sergeant."
"Yur late faggot!" Fenwick said, making the poor fucker hold the salute. "You know...da Army don't want no queers....so you gonna have to really prove yur worth our fuckin' bother.
"You late...and you been ordered to be here beCAUSE you was late this morning. Whut da fuck is it wit'chu? You just a glutton fer Xtra duty, ain'tcha?"
Finally Fenwick returned the salute and Conway stood at attention, completely soaked in sweat again.
He was marched, "Hut-two-three-four," past the 1st floor members of 3rd Platoon, and into the head. "Show me your toothbrush," Fenwick yelled at Conway.
Like he was presenting a sword in formation, he presented the toothbrush. His properness got a smile from Fenwick for the silliness of it all.
He pointed at the 8-foot long trough-like urinal that spanned the wall opposite the sinks. "You will scrub that urinal inside, outside, and that includes the plumbing and drains. Use your own spit to moisten the grime, and after each part you scrub, rub your toothbrush on your tongue to clean it, then resume. Do not rinse or flush until I inspect. Lick each part you scrub, before moving to the next. Now get started."
Conway saddened deeper and deeper as he heard more, and cringed at having to mouth rinse the brush, and godddd, lick the done parts, but what choice did he have?
The trembling Conway leaned into the urinal to lick the first part, when Sgt. Fenwick said, "Oh no no no, I forgot boy, you gots to get IN it boy, to clean it right."
Conway's head snapped sharply and he stared in disbelief at Fenwick, who already was reaching 'round the troop's average frame to bear-hug him up over the lip of the piss trough. He laid him out flat into it, in full fatigue uniform. He pulled a roll of adhesive sport tape from the medicine cabinet binding Conway's ankles around his boots....then his wrists. "Now get to it BOYYYY!" the sergeant barked as he took the toothbrush from Hodge's hands, and put the brush end in his mouth. Then Fenwick was gone.
He heard Fenwick loudly giving instructions to the troops in the barracks as he got to his duty in the urinal, "....and tell the second floor as well..." he heard the sergeant yell. Then he heard the scurrying feet up the stairs to the second floor.
Back at Barracks One, Hodge was standing at attention, trembling with nightmare thoughts of what awaited him.
Sarge had loved how Hodge blowed his load on his feet when he took Sarge's hard rod down his throat the night before. When Hodge had saluted prior to leaving the previous night, his handsome semi-hard peter caught Sarge's further notice.
In the back of his mind, Sarge recorded...."Boy needs it....he do need it, baaaayaaaaddd!"
The troops were by now pretty much down to their underwear as the night wore on and they readied their rifles, boots and equipment for the next day's work. So here was Hodge once again, barefoot, shirtless and in his army green boxers, reporting to the sergeant, cold sweat beading all over him with that accompanying discomforting tingle on his skin.
The kid's blonde crewcut shone brightly under Sarge's ceiling light. His definition informed of his strength training at the boxing club, back home in Wisconsin. His upper arms and thighs were big, and rock hard, and he had that perfect V down to his slim waist.
At last, Sarge saluted and barked, "Rest!" which let Hodge get to loosen up while he stood before the Sarge.
I heard some noise 'mongst da men, boy, whut's it dey calls yuh..."otter-somethin'?"
"Uhnmm-uh, otterTAIL, Sergeant."
"So whut's thet come fum? You got a hairy tail er whut?"
"Just happened one time at school back home, Sergeant, a kid started callin' me 'otter' and then when they was funnin' at my dick in the shower, they tacked the 'tail' on the end," Hodge said.
"Take out yer weasely prick, boi, and let's see whut the reason be.
"Ooooh wheee, boy, I sees why....you gotchu some dangle there fer white scum....so hows'about you tell me whatchu got dere. I remember seein' thet salami when you was gettin' all excited with ol' Sarge last night."
Hodge was confused and started fingering it absently.
"Tell me about yur dick, BOY!" Sarge raged at him.
Hodge jumped and got scared. "Ummhurrrrr, uhhhmm, my dick, uh, Sergeant....?"
"Y-E-S-S-S-S! Whut about it, you fuckin' asshole!"
Hodge jumped through his skin again, and he lost the little bit of hardness his prick had started to show in his fear. "A-yehhhhh...Sergeant, my dick is 8 1/2 inches long when it's hard, Sergeant. It is circumcised. Hodge was becoming more comfortable now in spite of his embarrassment. He loved his dick, and the chance to actually tell someone about it. "Ummm...when I pull on it a little....it gets almost up to full hard. It gets hardest just before I cum, Sergeant."
Sarge confused him by demanding he tell that last part over again. He repeated: "Uhhh...when I pull on it....it gets almost up to full hard and gets hardest just before I cum, Sergeant."
Sarge said, and whut do you do boy...show me when you gettin' hard, and jus' befo' yo' cums."
Hodge was stumped.
"JACK IT YOU BUTTWIPE!!" Sarge screamed so loud they heard him out in the bay.
Of course what Sarge was after, he got. The kid soldier started whipping for real and as he started to get into 'firing' mode, his knees bent, his free hand cupped his balls and he began a standing palm rut, butt-snapping, and ass muscles flexing. His breath shortened and he started to flush in the face. Sarge could see prefuck on his cockknob. "STOP!!!" Sarge screamed.
Hodge stopped, so stunned and scared, shaking in his near state of orgasm, he gripped his pecker so tightly. The pain on his face at being made to stop was palpable.
"Good....boi....now tell me more about yer dick," said Sarge calmly.
The shattered kid stammered and stuttered, still screwing up his face in agony, and then went on, worrying that he was running out of stuff to say. "Ih-It's p-p-pink colored, Sergeant, and sort of light brownish, too. It's very smooth, with no veins or wrinkly scraggy skin showing like I seen on other guys' dicks."
"You think it's brownish cuz of what wore off when you been holin' out yer boxin' buddies back home, faggot?"
"Oh no...I don't .... no Sergeant, we don't..."
"Continue," Sarge directed.
"If I been playin' with it fer a while, it sort of leaks....precum, Sergeant."
Sarge interrupted, " Yeh, I know boy, we seen thet just a secont ago, 'member?"
Nodding, Hodge tried to get his train of thought back, stared down at his hardening peter and then almost smiled having thought of another thing to say...and said, "When it's real hard Sergeant it gets a big dark reddish cockhead. I always like the feels when the tube underneath gets so big and hard, too."
Then sheepishly, he said, "And Sergeant, this part here," he innocently raised his cock straight up pointing to the tiny 'V' directly under his cockhead, "when I finger into here, it makes me so....so....feels good." Hodge said.
Sarge said, "Diddle it, crackah....lemme see."
Hodge did as ordered and his knees buckled as a dollop of prefuck bubbled at the pisshole Sarge bust out in a big rolling belly laugh.
Hodge was sooooo happy when Sarge got up and called for Hodge to follow him into the bedroom. He had succeeded in not getting further trashed after his picture story of his own dick.
Sarge was in his tee shirt, fatigue pants, boots, socks and boxers. He turned as Hodge came up to him along side the bed, and he raised his arms. Hodge knew instinctively to pull Sarge's shirt off over his head. Sarge took the shirt from Hodge and pulled the boy's head into his right pit. Hodge wolfed the hair and lapped up the musky scent. His nose was mashed and bent up into it and then Sarge pulled him by the scruff the neck and shoved his face into the other pit. Sarge loved to hear the lip suction broken and the kid suck air as his head was maneuvered to the other side.
Again he pulled Hodge from pit-sucking and had him swab his titnips by smooshing his face right across his chest and back and forth and back and forth. Both men were now breathing heavily. "Chew on thet one baby, chew on it," Sarge urged his pussytroop to chow on his titnip. Again pushing Hodge's distorted face all over his chest and upper belly coaxing, "Tongue out, yahhhh, tongue yo' ol' Sarge, boyyyy....shhhesssh!" he hissed.
Then he pressed down on Hodge's shoulders and the kid's face harshly grazed the buckle and fly of the big man's pants till the young troop knelt to the floor. With a booted foot to Hodge's shoulder, he pushed him down into a crouch at the floor and said, "Boot, BOY!"
Hodge went right to licking the sergeant's laces and boot, the toe, and the instep....even the sole stitching. Sarge marveled at the drooze seeping from the corners of the kid's mouth when he pulled his hair to raise the recruit's head.
Sarge bucked his pelvis once and the kid went about undressing Sergeant Carter in total silence.
Hodge's leaking dick had snaked its way back into his boxers as he kneeled to undress his sergeant.
When Sarge was naked, he sat back onto the bed and moved up laying out to his full 6' plus length, with a circle-finger motion for Hodge to drop his boxers, and join him on the bed.
Sarge put his arm under Hodge's neck where he lay next to him as he said, "You been doin' black dick back home, ain'tchu, boy?"
Protesting fiercely, Hodge lurched up and looked down at Sarge, and said, "Oh no Sergeant...never...ever...I never did no black...."
Sarge's hand came round the other side of his face and clamped the kid's mouth
shut, and said, "You mean...there be sumpin' wrong wit' black dick, BOYYYY!??" squeezing his face harder.
The kid's face went beet red and puffed up trying to mouth words Sarge wouldn't let him say.
Sarge just shook his head while he wrenched Hodge's head around roughly and meant for the recruit not to speak at all when he released him.
Hodge didn't.
Sarge gripped his massive tool and waved it left and right as Hodge still stared into Sarge's face, then followed the big man's eyes, and saw the wagging prod. With a lifting arm, Sarge eased Hodge up and over toward his meat pole.
Sarge smiled one more time to himself when he swore Hodge's tongue skimmed between his lips. He was thinking', 'Mannnnn, I can pick 'em out....pick 'em out of a crowd.'
As Hodge's face closed in on Sarge's big dick, his mouth opened, his nostrils flared as the scent of cock wafted up out of Sarge's moist hot groin. The kid private's lips pursed and he could all but taste the big man's funk....and that's when Sarge held him back....1/4" inch from his dick.
The kid troop was close enough to easily swipe that slick black soldier pleaser with his tongue.
"Uh-uh-uh...earn it boi...you can't jus' have it," Sarge singsonged his guidance. "Yo' gots to E-A-R-N it my young cocksucker...."
Hodge, if he could think, would have been surprised himself at how his tongue swiped his lips, then darted for the sleek black cock pole. He shuddered and quaked. Sarge could feel his trembling form as he molded the kid's body right into his chest and belly, while keeping a forceful left hand around Hodge's forehead....letting him just get close enough to lick at his prize.
"Unghh...uhhh...huhhhhhh," groaned Hodge in both exasperation and desperation. So near, and s-o-o-o-o-o-o farrrrrrrr!
Sarge's right palm smoothed to Hodge's face and chest, and he soothed his charge as the boy licked wildly at his palm, "You'll get it boy....you'll get it, if'n yo' works r-e-a-l h-a-r-r-r-r-d fo' it."
He eased Hodge's boyish face down beneath his cock, and mooshed the kid's lips into his balls saying, "Feed boy....feed, and joy ol' Sarge's balls fo'him. Suck 'em babies in. Lemme feel you grind'yer teeths against the top of Sarge's nutsack boy, with his balls all inside your mouth....'at's it l'il 'otter'....tongue wash 'em pussy, then suck 'em babies innnnnnnnnn!"
Back at the 3d Platoon barracks, while the fully dressed Conway was bound hand and foot in full uniform, there started a steady stream of troops into the bathroom for a piss.
The recruits were told by Sgt. Fenwick, NOT to use the toilets just because the urinal was 'full of soldierboi'. They were to piss normally, and 'wherever' they wished as long as it was in the trough.
The instructions were understood completely. It wasn't long before Conway was soaked in piss....uniform, ears, hair, face, nothing was missed. He was licking the urinal, toothbrushing it and the piss of 44 young recruits, white and black, who laughed and snickered through Conway's torment. The natural rivalry between platoons made this even more delicious for the troops, since Hodge was from First Platoon.
Sergeant Fenwick eventually returned, barking that Conway was a piece of shit to not have kept the urinal clean, and said he'd have to mete out appropriate punishment. He had the soulful fucker crawl out of the urinal and lie down on his back in the shower where Fenwick had poured liquid soap. With his booted foot, Fenwick pushed Conway around on the tile floor like he was the head of a mop. Conway's arms reached up as if to be begging. But on and on Fenwick pushed him all around the tile floor.
Then he put his boot at Conway's face and said, "Lick it."
Conway grabbed it like it was corn on the cob and his tongue was all over the length and breath of that boot of disdain.
Fenwick soon had him take the boot off, and the sock....and lick his foot.....and toes!
Conway was ravenous. He ate black foot like a madman. Sloppage drooled from his chin as he sucked the sergeant's foot. Then Fenwick put his foot over Conway's mouth and pressed till the tickly tongue stopped moving. Then he moved the foot slowly, all over Conway's neck, chin, mouth, nose, ears, eyes, forehead....with Conway's tongue licking whatever part of Fenwick's foot was near it.
When Fenwick pushed his toes into Conway's mouth, and the boy recruit surged up to engulf the front of the man's foot. His lips spread wide and guppy-lipped forward over that five-toed slab of dark meat. His wildly sucking tongue then stopped still....Conway looked up into Fenwick's face....he glazed over....and as he lay there totally still....he suddenly bucked ever so slightly...then again....and one more time....his eyes wide as saucers.
"You fuckin' faggot....you scum suckin' queer-ass muthafuckah!!!" The poor kid lay there....heaving breaths, fear in his eyes as he stared right into the sergeant's face.
"YOU GOTCHER NUT. YOU GOTCHER FUCKIN' NUT, DIN'TCHU FAGGOT!!!"
Conway's eyes closed with a mouth full of black man foot. Tears filled his eyes and seeped out under the lids down his cheek. Globs of cum filled his shorts. In spite of Fenwick's disdain for the faggot troop beneath him, he smiled some inside at what he'd taken out of young private's psyche.
"Open your pants, butthole. Get yer hand in there and scoop that fag spunk. Conway fumbled with his pants and boxers till he got to his cock slop to scoop out. "Eat it you l'il queer!"
Then the sergeant told him to tear off the front of his boxers and lick the nutscuz from them. The sergeant just shook his head in wonderment at the shorts eater lying in the soap suds and piss soaked uniform. He kept thinking, 'Success beyond imagination.'
"Get up you fuckin' turdball....and getcher ass out of here and back to your barracks. Report to Sgt. Carter. You have three minutes!!! MOVVVVVVVVVVVVE!!!"
The sudsy, dripping Conway scrambled, slipping and sliding to get up out of the shower and out of Fenwick's sight as fast as he could.
There was gentle knock on Sgt. Carter's door.
Carter was back in the bedroom, with Private Hodge. The naked troop's cheek was lying in Sarge's cock hair. "Please....lemme Sergeant...please Sergeant...please lemme...lemme lemme lemme...." he begged as his lips tried to cover the sergeant's cockhead, but all he got was black cock scent and a chance to swipe only his tongue over the head.
Then his head was moved down so the kid could just 'lick'....only lick, at all 9 hard inches of that ebony shaft....and omigoddddddd....he diddddddddd....YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
Another gentle knock on door. No answer. The footsteps and water squeaking boots faded as Conway trudged away to the head to strip and rinse his clothes and himself after the worst two hours of his life....hmmmm.....five weeks and five days to go.
He just couldn't be shocked anymore. He walked through the entry of the head to the showers, and there was a gaggle of naked black troops having what looked like a gang toidy around one of the sinks. There were two white legs sticking up high against the wall. Whoever it was, was clearly on his back on top of the sink. Between two of the black bodies he could see a face bent down being fed a long black tool..."Gwookkk! Uccch! Cccch!" The legs kicked in rigid electric-like charged tremors, heels banging into the wall in a violent and steady rat-a-tat-a-tat.
Conway just stood under the shower in his piss-drenched uniform, and if his mind could compute, he was seeing another of the white boys of his platoon serving dutifully. "Smmork! Sssmppp! Guccchh!"
The phone rang in Sarge's room, over the sounds of a cock-licking Private 'ottertail'.
"Mission accomplished," reported Fenwick in Sgt. Carter's ear.
"Thanks, Benton, I knew you were the right guy." Click
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