Serving My Country
Chapter 2 – The Incident at Night
The next day after we all started jacking off was very different that the previous night. Instead of no one acknowledging that Red had been beating off, now everyone was talking about it and joking about it. Guys freely said how it was the best cum they ever had after having gone so long. Guys talked about it so much even the Drill Sergeant heard about it. We were worried we would all get in trouble and told we must have too much time on our hands and would need more PT. Instead, he just said, it was about time. He said he was starting to think we were slow since it took us a week longer than usual for that to happen.
Although training still sucked, it was a little easier knowing that because we could get some relief, we could all get a good night sleep and be ready for the next day.
For the next couple of weeks, things continued the same. Every night, most guys were jacking off. No one was really advertising what they were doing but everyone knew. Guys even got a little more braver about letting out a groan as they came. Every once in a while when that happened, someone would joke about it. "Sounds like someone just popped their cherry!" and shit like that.
Guys started wanting inspiration for their nightly routine. A number of the guys had girlfriends back home and would get pictures in the mail. Sometimes the pictures were nudes or almost nude. Most of the guys were pretty proud of their girlfriends and were willing to share the pictures. So 20 of us would spank our monkey thinking about 7 or 8 girls. The next day, guys loved to share their inspiration. "Davis, I really gave it to your girlfriend last night. After taking your little dick, she loved having a big one. Ha ha ha."
Despite the release that finally being able to jack off gave us, after a few weeks guys became restless again. For many of us, who certainly got ourselves off a lot, we were also used to having some pussy available to us. For those of us, pussy was always the prize but our hand just keep us satisfied in between finding some new chick to fuck. Using only our hands was starting to get old.
One night, after it sounded like everyone was done with their nighttime ritual, I couldn't sleep and decided I need to piss. I got up and went toward the latrine. It was quiet and it sounded like everyone was asleep. That was normal; guys cum and then fell asleep quickly. I assumed the latrine would be empty. Boy was I wrong!
When I walked in I turned the corner to the toilets and already had pulled my skivvies down a little to free my cock so I could take a piss. As I entered, I saw McDonald, or at least, that is what we called him. He was a big farm boy from Kansas. Very strong and tough looking but pretty quiet. To my surprise, McDonald had his cock out and was working it hard. I have to say, I never noticed how big he was before and realized he was definitely a grower. His cock was about 9 inches and looked huge in his hand. He was beating it pretty hard and I just froze. It was so hot to see such a hot guy with a great looking cock jacking off in front of me. His eyes were closed and you could see him so intent on his mission. Despite having already cum, I immediately got a woody.
After watching him for about two minutes, I instinctively reached down and grabbed my cock. My shifting my body must have made a noise because McDonald looked up immediately and saw me. He seemed to have a stunned look on his face and said "What the fuck?"
"I was just coming in to take a piss and I didn't want to interrupt you," I said.
"Well then why the hell do you have a hard on and why are you playing with your meat?" he said, adeptly noticing the obvious. And he definitely sounded a little angry.
"I wasn't playing with myself," I said unconvincingly, even to myself.
"Like hell you weren't. You know, a couple of us thought you might be a fag and this just confirms it," McDonald said rudely.
"I am not gay! Why the hell would you think that?" I asked very defensively.
"Come on. We have seen you check us all out in the morning as we get out of bed and when we get in the showers. Your eyes always linger a little too long and several of us have noticed it. We weren't sure but had our suspicions that you were a fag." He said very matter-of-factly.
"You are wrong," I said very weekly. I never thought of myself as gay but I did always enjoy seeing other guys and admiring g their body. Suddenly, I was starting to wonder if that is what gay is and maybe I was one of "those" guys.
"I am not wrong and I know it for sure now. Wait until I tell the other guys that we have a faggot among us," McDonald yelled.
His harsh words hit me hard. Suddenly I was worried about what would happen to me if I was labeled a "fag." Would I be an outcast among the other guys? Even worse, would they tell the drill Sergeant and would I be kicked out? The idea of having to go home and tell my dad or my brothers that I was kicked out of the Army for being a fag was more than I could bear. "Please don't do that McDonald! I beg you!" I pleaded to him.
"Why wouldn't I. Everyone should know you are a little faggot," he said.
"Please don't tell anyone that. I will do anything you want," I begged. "What if I do some of you chores for you?"
"Chores, huh. What kind of chores?" he asked.
"What about if I do your laundry and iron your uniforms for you," I said, knowing how we all hated doing that.
"Hmm", he said. "I do fucking hate keeping my uniform pressed. And ironing does sound more like a job for a woman like you than for me."
Being called a "woman" really hit me hard.
"So I will let you do that for me, but I think I need more than that if I am not going to turn you in."
I didn't know what he meant but I was so scared I just said "OK, I will do anything you want."
"You better," he said. "We are going to start with you calling me Sir so you recognize my authority over you. Got that Fag?"
It was a strange request to call him Sir. We didn't even call the Drill Sergeant Sir. That was reserved for the Lieutenant or the Captain when we saw them, which wasn't very often. They were very big about calling them Sir and if you didn't, you would have to drop and give them 50 immediately and take a verbal barrage of obscenities. "Ok, McDonald, whatever you say," I said.
"Faggot, I said to call me Sir," as he walked toward me looking very angry.
"Sorry Sir," I responded immediately, scared about what was happening.
"You are right. You are fucking sorry," McDonald said. "You are a fucking poor excuse for a soldier. I should just to the United States Army a favor and out you right now."
"No, please don't do that!" I was practically crying.
"Damn it! Didn't I tell you to call me Sir?" he said approaching me. He took his hand off his cock and slapped me with an open hand.
The strike stung hard and I let out a little yelp. I had been in my fair of fights growing up but I knew enough that I didn't want to be in a fight with this cowboy. He was bigger, stronger and definitely meaner than me. Instead, I just kind of cowered and said "Sorry, Sir."
"That is better boy," he said. "Before I agree to not report you, I need to make sure you will do whatever I tell you."
"I will Sir," I said and at that moment, meaning it. I thought I would do anything to avoid being kicked out.
"You are going to prove that to me right now fag," he said with a wicked smile in the corner of his mouth. "Get down on your knees." While saying it, he pushed down on my shoulder forcing me to drop down.
"What the hell, McDonald," I said mostly out of surprise.
Whack, he smacked my face again. "I told you to address me as Sir damn it."
"I am sorry, Sir," is all I could get out almost seeing stars from the smack he just gave me.
"You are right you are sorry. The sorriest excuse for a solider I have ever seen. But I am going to make you of some use tonight," McDonald barked.
I wasn't sure what that meant but I was so scared and confused.
"You are going to make sure I can get some sleep tonight. I need to get off and I am tired of having to just use my hand," he said.
McDonald reached out with his hand and put it behind my head. He grabbed my head and pulled it forward toward his crotch where his cock was still sticking out of his skivvies. I was shocked. My mouth was shut and I planned to keep it that way. His cock touched my lips but I kept my mouth completely closed. To my relief, McDonald released his hand from behind my head. Unfortunately, he used that hand to slap me once again. "Open your fucking mouth right this second," he barked. When I refused, he slapped me again. "Last warning faggot," he barked.
Feeling faint from being smacked so hard so many times, I just did what he said and opened my mouth. When I did, he reached back behind my head and pushed it forward quickly. Immediately, my mouth was filled with his cock. I couldn't believe what was happening and tried to scream. However, because my mouth was filled with a giant cock and I couldn't breathe, no sound came out of me.
McDonald released my head just a little but as soon as I tried to pull away, he just pushed back. Again, he let go a little and as I tried to free myself again, he pushed back again. I realized he was not letting me go but instead I was being skull fucked. I had done it to my share of women and now realized how horrible of an experience it is.
"Damn, that feels better than I thought it would," McDonald boasted. "Never used a faggot mouth but it is just as good as a girl's."
I couldn't believe what was happening and was disgusted. The idea of having a cock in my mouth was not something I ever wanted. And the taste was revolting. We usually only showered in the mornings and I could taste the whole day on McDonald's cock. I could taste all the sweat from PT and the dirt and grime from rolling on the ground during exercises. I thought how could anyone like the taste of this?
Even worse than the taste though was the feeling of powerlessness that I had. McDonald started pumping my head back and forth even faster and he was so much bigger and stronger than me that I couldn't stop him. I kept gagging because of the size of his member.
"Maybe you are good for something after all, you little faggot," McDonald said. "I just need this nice hot little mouth for a minute more."
After hearing that, I suddenly got even more worried. How was this going to end? Would he just stop and let me go when he was close and cum in the toilet next to us? Suddenly, I remembered all the girls that had sucked me off and had swallowed my load. I hated it when they pulled off and made me cum using my hands and wasting my load. Some of them I even held down and made them take my load. I would say to them, "Come on baby, do your job and take my load. Take it right down your throat baby. Don't waste any seed."
McDonald was going to treat me like one of those girls, would he? All I could start to think about was what would happen if he came in my mouth? Would I have to swallow it? Could I even swallow it? Or could I spit it out after he finished? I almost lost track where we were and that a giant 9" cock was going in and out of my mouth when suddenly McDonald brought me back to reality.
"Look at that. This faggot has a huge hardon. Well, huge for him! Ha ha ha," McDonald laughed.
I looked down and realized he was right. I had the biggest erection I think I ever had. How could that be? I was scared to death and thinking about this jerk shooting his cum down my throat and my body responds by getting hard. What the fuck!
"Clearly this boy is enjoying my cock in his throat. That just proves he is a little cock sucking faggot. I knew it. Unfortunately I need to cut this short boy as I am about to come," McDonald said. "And boy, you are to swallow my entire load. If you drop even one drop of my semen, you will regret it boy."
Suddenly, McDonald's body started to convulse and I knew all too well what was happening. McDonald shot his load. The first spurt came out so hard, it just flew to the back of my throat and went straight down it so that I didn't even taste it. I thought to myself, "that wasn't so bad."
"Oh god. That feels so good! I am cumming," yelled McDonald.
Unfortunately, the next two spurts came out slower. Immediately, I felt a huge amount of a ropey slimy substance in my mouth. It was like nothing I ever tasted before. It wasn't good but it wasn't really bad tasting either. All of a sudden, shot after shot filled my mouth while McDonald continued to push my head back and forth on his huge cock. As my mouth got fuller and he pulled me forward, some of the jizz went to the corner of my mouth and outside my lips and some fell down to the floor.
McDonald finished up. He was still groaning but clearly near the end of his climax. His hold on my head finally let go.
McDonald looked down at me with the tip of his cock still in my mouth and said "You are a pretty little faggot, aren't you. That was some good head." McDonald started to back up removing his cock from my mouth.
Suddenly, McDonald looked down and his face got red. "God damn it! You fucking worthless piece of shit. What did I tell you?" he said. I just looked up scared.
"You fucking dropped some of my seed on the floor boy. Didn't you?" He said. When I said nothing he slapped my face and said it again, "Didn't you?"
I tried to answer but my mouth was full of his cum so I just groaned the way someone does when their mouth is full of water.
"Fuck boy. You still have my load in your mouth," he said. "Swallow it now! Fags drink the cum given to them. Drink it now."
I just looked up scared and unsure what to do. McDonald slapped me again, even harder than before. He yelled "Swallow it now!"
I did. I was so scared and I had no choice. I just gathered all the substance en my mouth, pushed it to the back of my throat and swallowed it all at once.
I just looked up at McDonald and thought he would be pleased ... and done. Instead, he slapped me once again right across the face.
"When a faggot gets fed a real man's cum, he thanks that man! Thank me now."
"Thank you," I said but not meaning it.
Smack- right across the face again. How do you address me?" McDonald barked.
"Sir, thank you, sir." I yelled in my best solider voice reserved for the Captain.
"Better faggot," McDonald said. "But you fucked up again." Pointing down to the spot on the floor where a small amount of his load had spilled on the floor. "You dropped some of my cum and I told you not to waste any."
"I am sorry sir," I mustered.
"Sorry isn't good enough faggot. After three weeks here, you should know that much faggot. Get down and clean it up."
I started to reach down with my hand to pick it up with my finger and McDonald kicked me away making me fall backward.
"You will clean it up with only your tongue boy," he said.
"Sir, I can't clean that up with my tongue," I said noticing it was right by the toilet floor and on a yellow spot where some fucker had clearly missed his nightly wiz.
"The fuck you can't faggot," McDonald said, kicking me again even harder. I could barely breath.
"Get down there now and lick it up or I will kick your ass and turn you in for being a faggot. Your choice," he said.
I couldn't take getting kicked or slapped again. I couldn't believe I was doing this but I knew I had no choice. I got back on my knees and started toward the spot on the floor. As I got close to the spot, I tried to close my eyes but began to start to smell the urine on the floor. I almost gagged but kept going until I hit the floor. I tasted the cum but also something else. Something much saltier and I knew it was the dried piss on the floor. I couldn't believe I was doing this but I finished cleaning up the spot on the floor and then swallowed everything in my mouth.
McDonald said "oh, that was gross. I can't believe you actually did that. That really does prove you are a worthless faggot."
I couldn't believe McDonald was being so cruel to me.
"Alright boy. I need to get some sleep now. Good job taking care of my needs. I will see you here again tomorrow night," he said as he walked away out of the latrine.
Tomorrow? What the hell did he mean tomorrow?
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