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"Gentlemen, let the festivities begin." Sgt Ramos announced.
Just then the crowd of men stood and began cheering and applauding. Chad watched as they began peeling off their clothes en masse and began to file up on the stage to stand in a circle, dicks in hand around his Altar of Fuck. As he looked around at some of the sexiest looking studs he had ever seen in one place, he saw every one of the twenty-two of them looking back at him with lust and sexual hunger. The moment gave him a rush like he had never felt in places of his soul. The immediate air became pungent with the smell of beer and sweaty men much like a locker room after the big game. Chad's cock jumped to attention thicker and harder with each beat off his heart.
"Brother Rodriguez, you are up first", Sgt Ramos announced.
A dark skinned and well built Latin stepped as the crowd of men cheered. "Get'em good Roddy!", one yelled. Chad's chest tightened as the cheers and hooting commenced. Roddy stepped up and pranced a circle around the Altar of Fuck, jacking his 9" dark-meat uncut tool, flexing his muscular arm at the crowd and egging them on. Roddy stopped by Chad's face and smiled down at him, slapping his chin with his heavy cock. "Taste it first!" he ordered. The Sailor stretched out his tongue and tapped the end of the uncut rig, slithering around in the foreskin.
"That's it Sailor boy", Roddy chided. He then stepped around and saddled up to Chad's waiting hole. Grabbing the hanging hose above, Roddy squeezed the handle valve and a warm flow of lube came out in his hands. He applied it liberally to his cock and fingered the Sailor's stretched rosebud with it well. Chad tried to arch his back in reaction, but was held tight to the Altar of Fuck by the leather straps.
"Brothers Smithson and Patrick, you can get in cue", Sgt Ramos announced.
To other burly built men stepped up to the Altar of Fuck with their hard meat pumping in their hands and made station on either side of Chad's head. Swinging their cocks and rubbing them in the Sailor's face, they smiled and giggled. As Chad began to mouth the two sweaty cocks being laid in his face he felt the fat 9" Latin tool of Roddy plunging into him. His body shuddered from the shock, his asshole clenching tight around the thick brown meat. Before he could let out a noise his mouth was plugged with Smithson's wet prick.
Roddy let loose on Chad's nest, fucking his hole with deliberate power as the men cheered him on. "Come on Roddy, fuck him harder! Fuck him good!", men yelled. Roddy grabbed the stirrups tightly and body fucked the Sailor harder as he worked hard to service Brothers Smithson and Patrick's cocks. Chad's heart was racing already, concentrating on sucking cock to offset the rough Latin pounding at his back door. It seemed only a minute went by when Roddy grunted a couple of times and flooded his chute with warm sticky seed.
It was then that Chad noticed another one of the men standing over him taping the event with a professional video camera, the light shining brightly in his face. The Sailor looked away at first, but the camera man moved over to Roddy who was pulling his cum covered cock from his ass and pumping the last of his juice out onto the Sailor's pucker.
Roddy stepped over to Chad's face and ordered him to suck his cock clean. As Smithson and Patrick stepped aside, the Sailor took the Mexican's dirty cock in his mouth and began cleaning him up like a good boy. Ritchie then stepped out of the shadows and knelt before Chad's drippy hole and begun licking and sucking his sloppy nest, eating up the Latin's last remaining ounces of man juice.
As he began to stand up and step away, Sgt. Ramos slapped him on his bare ass with a crack that echoed in the room. "You missed some on the floor". Ritchie nodded and crawled back down and licked up the small drips of Roddy's cum that had hit the floor below Chad's love hole. "Sorry sir", Ritchie apologized and stepped back away. Smithson and Patrick their turn next at Chad's sloppy hole, fucking him silly until they dumped their payload into his gut. Ritchie followed up each time slurping and licking up their loads and swallowing it with purpose.
In the next hour, a dozen and a half men had made their mark on Chad, seeding him in the ass and then getting their stink sticks cleaned up on his other end. Ritchie had dutifully massaged the Sailor's blood red rosebud and sucked out almost a gallon of cum by now. It was a nice breather in-between the assaults. The sailor's cock had been hard, then soft, then hard again several times during the last hour. A couple of the cops that fucked him made a point to hit him the right way and almost got him off. But not yet. He was sweating and reeling with the energy, the adrenaline keeping him up.
Luckily most of them only took a two to three minutes to get off and seed him. But under the facade Chad was getting worn down, his ass sore and burning from the drunk rough men having his bitch hole raw. His jaw muscles and lips were getting sore from sucking them all off. His mouth was now tasting like ass juice and cock. Knowing he only had another 2-3 men to go was keeping his mind on the game. He thought about giving up, but he wanted in the club. He wanted to please the other police officers in the order to love him. He wanted to become one of them through the initiation. No matter how much he hurt, we would not give up.
"Brother McMannus, your up. Brother Jacks you are in cue", Sgt Ramos announced.
The sailor had been with Jacks before, so that familiarity made him feel at ease. McMannus was another story. The big bear of a man must have had a massive cock because as he was announced the bullring erupted in cat calls. "Woooooo, the McMan is gonna tear you up boy!" one of the men jeered. The crowd cheered and hollered, "Get em, Get em, Get em". As the 6'-4" tall McMannus stepped up to the Sailor he had his cock cradled in both hands, one below the other.
He pushed up to Chad's face and let his 12" member drop flat onto his cheek. Letting out a laugh, McMannus smeared some of his pre-cum juice on Chad's face and pumped his baseball bat thick shaft a couple of times to squeeze out a little more for theatrics. "Taste it boy", McMannus ordered. The big hairy bear must have weighed in at close to 300lbs, all muscle and meat. Chad nervously reached his tongue out and lapped the drop of pre-cum from the mushroom head of his tool. The head was almost the size of a tennis ball Chad thought.
His heart was racing away from him again as a renewed efflorescence of sweat emerged from his body. But as McMannus took position to start saddling up to Chad's punished hole a diversion came. Sgt. Jacks standing in cue turned toward McMannus and straddled Chad's head. Hanging from hand holds above Jacks lowered his stinky sticky asshole right down in the Sailor's face. Jacks musky pasty shitter rested squarely on Chad's mouth as he ordered "Eat my cunt boy". Chad followed orders and burried his tongue up into Jacks hairy dirty hole. "Suck it boy! Eat it out good!" Jacks ordered as he smiled at McMannus. "You're gonna suck my hole until you make me cum and not a moment sooner boy. Better burry that tongue deep!".
The sailor commenced licking and sucking the sweaty musky ass grime out of Jacks chute while McMannus got ready for the kill. He heard the big bear yanking on the lube hose above and lubing up his baseball bat. His body ached with fear, his mind raced with apprehension as Jacks let the weight of his ass down fully on the Sailor's mouth.
He felt a dull ache at his bottom end as McMannus pushed his bat into Chad's gate. The feeling was slow and sharp, but not unlike his training sessions in the last day or two. Luckily he had been prepared for this. He now knew why. As the big bear slid his meat deeper, Chad felt more full and stretched inside, a tightness that was fighting the man's advance.
As Chad slithered his tongue deeper and deeper into Jack's chute, he began tasting and smelling the dirty. He stopped briefly at this development. "Come on keep working my hole boy. You aint done till you make me cum no matter how much shit you gotta eat!", Jacks yelled as the crowd of drunk men jeered loudly. They suddenly erupted in a loud chant, "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! " Chad almost lost his stomach but manned up and continued the dirty deed, trying to please his superior officer.
About that time he realized that McMannus has bottomed out in his gut, painfully pushing on his inner bowel sphincter. It made his body jolt and shudder against the leather straps. "Found it!", McMannus chided. "You gonna get it now boy!" Then the baseball bat sized cock began violently jack hammering him. The man held tight to the stirrups and body slammed the Sailor so hard it made the heavy leather and timber table jump on the plank stage floor.
His asshole tore open with pain as the man bitch holed him without honor, without love, and without compassion. It was punishment for something, way back when.
"Keep eating that hole you fucking bitch!" yelled Jacks. "Don't stop you fucker!" Chad had gasped for air and resumed licking, sucking and eating Jacks shitty juicy hole with as much energy as he could.
Chad's ass was on fire, his inner tubes were getting stretched and bruised. It hurt like a mother fucker. The 300 lb ape was fast fucking him raw and making him buck against the tight straps. The Sailor's cock suddenly exploded in a flash of white, blowing ropes of his see into the air like a fountain. The crowd cheered and yelled "Yeah!, Whoooooo!" when they saw him blow his load.
Like a wave of water flowing over him, Chad's body flashed with another gleaming flow of sweat. The pain in his ass seemed to subside and the burning violence down there got warm and juicy as McMannus moaned out, "Yeah, take it boy. Take my dirty seed in you Brother. Take my love Brother!"
The pressure and mess in his mouth seemed not so bad as his tongue continued to reach deep into Jack's love hole and tap at his inner soul. Suddenly Jacks shitter squeezed around Chad's tongue and he felt the balls laying on his chin twitch. "Oh fuck yeah Brother!" Jacks yelled out. "You got it Brother, you got it". Chad soon felt a warm shower of seed land on his chest as Jacks squirted his load all over the place.
Jacks lifted himself off the Sailor's face and moved around to his side as McMannus pumped the last of his bear load into his nest and pulled out. The beat stood and slowly jacked his sloppy meat while Jacks bent down and licked up all their cum off Chad's chest, collecting it all in his mouth. He then bent down and planted his tongue into the Sailor's ass smeared mouth and they shared the love, smearing the cum and ass juices in their mouths passionately. While it was raunchy, Chad was kind of getting off on the kinkiness of it.
Ritchie had taken up camp between his legs and sliding his tongue into Chad's gaping chute. The crowd of men cheered and got crazy again as Ritchie rimmed the open hole and tongue fucked the Sailors blood red ring playfully. He licked his nest clean and felched out every last but of juicy ass cum and swallowed it down. By now Chad and Jacks were finishing up with their little dirty ritual, but one more job awaited.
McMannus had been patiently waiting with his drippy baseball bat for his cleaning. When he stepped up to Chad, the big bear grinned from ear to ear and smeared up the Sailor's face with it. Chad rolled his head over and did his best to lick the big man's assault weapon clean, getting every last drop of cum from the head and shaft.
Sgt Ramos stepped up to the center of the stage and announced, "Everyone satisfied?" The crowd erupted in a loud "No!" Sgt Ramos laughed and egged them on. "I said are you satisfied yet?" Boots stomped, dust clouds raised and the crowd yelled louder "NO!
Just when Chad was feeling like it was over and he could rest, it seemed like it was not.
Sgt Ramos asked the crowd, "You got another load in y'all?" The crowd of drunk naked sweaty studs stomped their feet and yelled unanimously "YEAH!"
"Then get in line and come on boys! Let's feed our new Brother some dinner!" The crowd cheered and the sound of shuffling boots on the wood plank stage filled the room as the two dozen men lined up to feed the Sailor another round of man seed. Ritchie stepped up to Chad and gave his terrified friend a reassuring look. "Just keep your mouth open bro".
One by one the men came up and jacked off in the Sailor's mouth, regimentally feeding him load after load of their precious man seed. While he was not sucking them off, he was able to lick each cock clean again and savor the last drop. After about half way through he was hungry for it like never before. He impatiently waited as each man stepped up and jacked himself to a boil. It wasn't fast enough. But soon he had eaten the warm fresh cum of each and every man in the room.
And as part of the closing part of the ritual they all stood around him in a circle. Sgt Ramos announced, "Alright men, our new Brother has made it through the first part of our initiation. Let us close the ceremonies in our usual fashion.".
The men cheered and high fived one another and them closed in around the Altar of Fuck. The heat of the air around the Sailor went up a few degrees as they closed in tightly. The men then unleashed a rain for warm golden piss upon him, hosing him down. Chad suddenly awoke to the energy of camaraderie in the room, an energy he had not felt since joining the Navy. Here were all these men, his Brothers, pissing on him. In a strange and twisted way, he felt a bond in t hat. He threw his mouth open and pointed there.
He figured he had already had each one of them cum in his ass and his mouth and even ate shit tonight. What was drinking their piss now? The men turned their golden showers of warm piss toward his mouth and filled it up till it over flowed. He swallowed once or twice, but the rest ran out all over the floor. Then without further pomp, the men filed out of the barn and back out to the courtyard leaving only him, Sgt. Ramos and Ritchie in the room.
When the last man left, SGT Ramos smiled down at the Sailor and ran hid hand lovingly over his buzz-cut scalp. "So you made it though the first part Brother?". Chad nodded and mustered, "Yes Sir". Ramos patted him and said, "Good, then Ritchie here can take care of you tonight and get you ready for tomorrow." he then walked down the steps and out of the barn.
"Lets get you off this table bro and into the loft, I gotta get you patched up for tomorrow", Ritchie said to Chad. The piss drenched Sailor looked up at the Surfer and said, "What more could they do to me?"
To be continued.......