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Virgin Army Boy Deflowered ? Chapter 2 ended with:
A series of knocks on the door brought Sarge awake. He rubbed his eyes, slowly got to his feet and sauntered to the door wondering who the fuck would be knocking at his door at this hour on a Sunday night. He asked, "Yea! Who's there and what do you want?"
Virgin Army Boy Deflowered ? Chapter 3
"Sarge, open up! It's Rolf, and I need to talk to you! It's only 2100 hour buddy. You can't be in bed already."
Sarge opened the door to let Rolf enter, closed it and asked, "Well, what's so fuckin important that it couldn't wait until morning ? out with it?"
Rolf started, "Well, I happen to have the door open to my room when I heard someone knocking on a door down the hallway early this afternoon. I looked at my clock and it was not quite 1400 hour. When I popped my head out to see who it was banging so loud, the guy had his back to me and I couldn't tell who it was. He was knocking on your door Sarge and shouting your name, "Axel, Axel, please let me in." Eventually he gave up, turned and headed toward the stairwell at my end of the hallway. It was then he spotted me standing in my doorway staring at him. He recognized me and rushed toward me in a flash. As he drew nearer I finally recognized him. It was Lenny, but not the Lenny I remembered from years earlier when he was discharged and we took him into Seattle and dropped him off with Jaraald. Hell Sarge, that was well over two years ago. The kid's red hair is now long, curly and flows down over his shoulders. He was always a bit effeminate before, but wait till you see him now. I got an instant boner just looking at him, especially the way he was dressed. Jaraald has turned the kid into a real beauty ? what a knock-out, right down to giving him those estrogen shots that give a guy boobs, and boobs he does indeed have now. He has no body or facial hair, narrow waist, nice wide hips and a plump ass. He was wearing tight beige women's slacks and a skin tight pink v-neck silky tee shirt that really showed off his boobs and large nipples, wedge sandals and make-up. He was quite anxious and acting like a bitch in flight with something bothering him that needed resolved possibly with the muzzle of my big black dick. How I remember how he use to crave and beg us both to pump that hot ass of his full of nigger jizz. He was one of our best experiments back then. We literally turned that butch pimple faced redhead from Oklahoma into a screaming faggot in record time. It finally took both of us, the cook Kobe and Selvon in communications to keep him with enough big black cock to keep him happy. Those were the days!"
"Thank god you're in Rolf, but where the hell is Axel," he asked? I pulled him into my room, closed the door and gave him a couple of light but swift bitch swats across the face hoping to calm him down. The kid was frantic and burst into tears rubbing his face where I had struck him. He was shaking uncontrollably now and threw himself into my arms and wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.
I said, "What's wrong baby, you can tell your buddy Rolf no matter how bad it may be?" With his arms around me and his boobs rubbing against my bare chest my boner really started to throb against him. He laid a kiss on me that set my dick drooling. I had no control over my reaction to his dropping his head to my chest, inhaling deeply and sucking on my nipples. He had my shorts open and stroking me before I caught my breath. By then I just let him have his way with me. He was definitely in control. He dropped to his knees and sucked me down his throat in one quick assault, milking me with his throat muscles and cupping my balls with his two hands. He brought me quickly to a massive eruption. After the first couple of shots down his throat he pulled back and filled his mouth with the juice from my baby makers. He groaned his approval, looked up into my eyes and smiled as he milked and cleaned up the mess he made as jizz had trickled from the corners of his mouth and wet my pubes and danglers. Hell, I was still so turned on to him that I stripped him, laid him out on my bed and fucked his ass for two more rounds of uncontrollable lust that hit me like a cannonball. He is beautiful, and those big melons certainly had me munching and slobbering in their softness. His white skin was clear of all the acne he once had and there wasn't a hair one on his body ? smooth as a newborn kitten and smelled of vanilla extract.
After we both settled down a bit, I got him to open up and tell me what was up between him and Jaraald that was so horrific that he had to come here acting crazy, like the world was coming to an end for him and only Axel or I could make it right again. The first thing he said was that Jaraald just recently told him that we had sold him to Jaraald when he was first discharged and wanted to stick around close to the base to be near both of us, Kobe and Selvon. He said he had no idea that Jaraald was running a whorehouse from his place until he was drugged right after we left and trained as a male prostitute and put to work with the other guys and gals he had in his stable. Jaraald kept him in lock down until he could be trusted, but Jaraald grew so fond of him himself that he took him out of regular service and made him his personal boy-bitch. That's when he started him on the shots and started the process of turning him into a transvestite, a real screamer, as Jaraald is bi and likes his boys absolutely effeminate and with big boobs, sensitive nipples, and constantly horny for his big cock. He had to be dressed as a girl at all times and the girls taught him how to sit, walk and act like a female. The shots also cleared his skin of acne and got rid of most the body hair. The rest was removed with electrolysis. He said he grew to love and adore Jaraald quickly, especially that dominant, assertive personality and the huge cock that made him feel like he couldn't live without it up his ass giving him pleasures beyond imagination, and definitely something he couldn't now live without until Jaraald laid a new plan for him this last week.
Seems that Jaraald had heard of a doctor in Mexico that did operations to remove a guys dick and sew his balls up inside so there was nothing except a little nub left to pee through, something like a woman, only he still had the balls and prostrate gland intact. That way, the guy could only ejaculate when fucked to orgasm by a guy, making him totally dependent on his partner to take him to orgasm through anal penetration, squirting his ejaculate out through the little nub that remained visible. He had told Lenny that he had been in contact with the doctor and they were flying down to Mexico City in two weeks to have the necessary surgery performed.
Lenny told Jaraald that since he was taking the shots regularly and on the pills to calm him down when he got over emotional, his dick was non-functional anyway, so why have it removed since it was so very small anyway. He begged Jaraald until he was blue in the face, but Jaraald was not about to change his mind. This was the reason he had come to talk with Axel and me. The kid was upset, scared and afraid of getting turned into a freak and then dumped by Jaraald for a real woman that could bare children and had a real pussy. Lenny had even argued that he would rather become a transsexual than have this other alternative, but Jaraald had told him that his cock was way to small to mold into something that could accommodate his 14" cock, so that was out of the question.
Rolf said, "Anyway, about 1600 hour Lenny said he had to get back to Seattle before Jaraald missed him, but he was hoping that you and I would drive up and talk with Jaraald this coming Saturday or Sunday. I told him we really wouldn't be able to change his mind, besides it would only piss Jaraald off that he had been in contact with us on the subject. He then realized that I was probably right, asked if he could take a shower and clean up and we both went to the showers together. I fucked his pretty ass again with him shoved up against the tile wall, then we went back to the room, we dressed, I walked him to Jaraald's new BMW and he left. Damn what a beauty he has turned out to be too. Maybe you should talk with Jaraald and find out about getting Michael started on those shots to give him some boobs, as Lenny said it took about a year for them to develop enough to be noticeable and have to be strap down when he dressed as a boy. He said he loved his new breasts, they were very sensitive and he loved to have them fondled, licked, sucked and even fucked between. Now doesn't that sound like a great addition you could add to Michael's already glorious body?"
"Well, it sounds like you had a good time this afternoon bro. I'll give that idea some thought alright. Maybe I should take Michael by Jaraald's place this coming weekend and let him see Lenny and Jaraald. Give us both a chance to see what Michael could become if I decide to pursue turning him into a woman in the future. He's still asleep, that Valium I gave him really knocked him out after we got back from the theatre in Tacoma. I'll see what Mr. Lowe, the big man says about starting him on estrogen shots after I let him know I have popped his cherry and he is well on his way to stardom as our pussy-boy extraordinaire. Thanks for the update on Lenny; I guess I owe you another couple of freebies with Miss Michael for handling that situation with Lenny. He was always a great lay, like so many before him. Such a tiny dick though, made you wonder how he would ever be anything but a pussy-boy. Off with you now buddy. See you in the morning at roll call and breakfast."
About 0300 hour Michael awoke, sniffed at Sarge's masculine body, buried his nose in his pit again then crawled out of bed, grabbed his clothing and returned to his own cubicle and crawled into bed until the bell range at 0530 hour. Monday went as any other day, except he was still pretty sore and favored his bottom-side. He noticed that Sarge kept a keen eye on him most of the day as he worked and spent a lot of time with the Warrant Officer, a Mr. Lowe, that headed the personnel department where they both worked. Mr. Lowe called Michael up to his desk a couple of times asking him questions about his work and if he liked working in the department he was assigned. Just after lunch Mr. Lowe called him up to his desk again and handed him a ten dollar bill and his car keys and told him to drive off base and get him a box of the tiny Cigarillo Cigars he smoked. When he returned he noticed that his desk had been moved up front, but off to the side where Mr. Lowe had full view of him at all times.
As he handed the box of Cigarillo Cigars to Mr. Lowe, his hand was grabbed and held onto as the big man told him he was promoting him to be his personal assistant and secretary, what his duties would be and that he expected him to follow his orders to the tee and his new rank would be SP-4 with an increase from $59 to $119 per month. Sarge was standing off to the side smiling at him. Mr. Lowe's big, black hand ran up his arm, squeezing and pulling him forward enough that he was up-footed and fell forward into the big man's chest as he rose from his chair and pulled the kid into a bear hug. The strong smell of masculinity and cigar filled Michael's nose and he kind of went limp for but a moment until he regained his footing and thanked the big guy for the promotion and new position. Before the big guy let him go he noticed that the big guy had popped a huge woody and he was rubbing it against Michael's crotch, smiling down at him from his 6'6" height. Michael had admired the man's good looks, gloriously muscled masculine body and large hands and feet many times in the past, but now being so close to the big guy he too sprung a woody. Before Michael returned to his desk, just off to the side and facing Mr. Lowe's huge desk, the big guy said, "Michael, you and me are going to get along just fine boy!" He winked at Michael, adjusted his basket with one hand and sat back down in his large leather chair to light up another Cigarillo. The rest of the day until quitting time, Sarge spent time getting Michael up to speed handling the memos, transcripts and other correspondence he would be dealing with in his new position as personal secretary to Mr. Lowe.
By the end of the day, Michael was up to his ears in new tasks he only had briefly been introduced to by Sarge, whom had previously had this position. Come to find out, Sarge was also being promoted to the position as head personnel Sergeant with a rank of Master Sergeant. Three other guys in personnel received promotions. After supper Michael rushed to Sarge's door and knocked. Sarge was waiting, nude with a big smile on his face as he kicked the door shut, lifted Michael up into his arms and kissed him. He carried Michael to his bed, laid him out and crawled up on top of him and devoured the youngin with his huge thick lips. Michael was on fire and ready for his dessert by the time Sarge nibbled on his nipples and licked his tender bottom. Sarge too was hot to trot, and was greasing up Michael's rosebud and working fingers into him before long. Michael was responding as Sarge expected, moaning and accepting what ever pain was involved to please his man. Before long Sarge had Mike on his back with his legs up over his shoulders feeding his black python into the boy's dilated pussy. Slowly Michael consumed it all as it snaked down into his overheated womb. Once Sarge brazed the magic button, Michael was turned on to what ever his man wanted to deliver. Sarge was easy on the little guy and fucked him with total concern for not just his own pleasure, but that of Michael's also. With love and devotion could be described as how the two made love that evening ? slowly, and with self control so as not to make Michaels pussy lips any sorer than necessary to accomplish what they both wanted from each other. Sarge brought them both to a loving orgasm, kissing, fondling and nipping at the boy's neck and ears as they both succumbed to their eventual climaxes. Sarge lowered Michael's legs down on the bed as he softened and slid slowly from the sphincter. He climbed up over the boy and fed his deflating cock into Mike's mouth for cleanup, then rolled him over on his tummy, spread his moons and ate out his own juices, licking, sucking and devouring until Mike was also clean and tidy.
Sarge hopped off the bed, grabbed the ointment and administered it cautiously to the swollen membrane, working some up inside to sooth him up there as well. They lay together watching the small TV mounted on the wall until it got dark. About 2300 hour they awoke. They grabbed towels and headed for the shower where Michael dropped to his knees under the warm spray of the showerhead and sucked Sarge until he dropped yet another tasty load of nigger jizz into his new white lover-boy's throat. He let Michael sleep with him until he woke at around 0230 hours, put another layer of ointment on his rosebud and sent him off to his own bed.
The following two days went as well as could be expected with Michael learning his new job. He did notice from his desk that Mr. Lowe was constantly watching him. Every time Michael would look his way the big man would smile turn sideway in his chair and adjust his equipment watching Michael's eyes drop to his crotch in total amazement. Of course, where Michael's desk was located in relation to the placement of Mr. Lowe's desk, no one else in the office but Michael could see what the big guy was doing when he got Michael's attention. By Thursday Mr. Lowe had his pants open and his huge black Anaconda laying dormant down over his huge eggs and against the leather material of his oversized executive chair, teasing Michael with his entire package. Michael was flabbergasted, a bit upset, but what could he do except try to ignore the man's utter boldness. Michael would take quick glances in the boss's direction and always seemed to be caught in either an eye to eye contact or staring directly at the huge black boa that would twitch, begin to grow and then settle back down on the leather cushion dripping pre-cum. Michael wondered just how big that monster got when it was loaded with blood.
Each night Michael was anxiously running to Sarge to get loved. After the third day, Michael was no longer swollen and sore after Sarge took his pleasures inside Michael's honey pot. By Friday night Michael was begging for some rougher treatment to his boy- pussy, especially after watching Mr. Lowe put on a show for him during that very afternoon during the workday. That night Michael finally told Sarge about the antics Mr. Lowe was performing each day, plus today he had actually jacked himself up to full glory and waggled it at Michael from behind his desk still seated in his chair. Sarge just let out a huge laugh and said, "That dirty old mother-fucker is still up to his old dirty tricks, but it is to be expected babe. How do you think we got our promotions? They didn't come without a cost babe. Yea, he knows about us and will be hitting on you before much longer too. What do you think I had to put up with for over two years now boy? The guy is married with three almost grown kids, pushing 50, bisexual and will fuck anything with a hole. You will just have to take up where a few in the department, including myself, have had to go to keep the old guy happy." He's mostly an exhibitionist, but I've had to suck him off quite a few times to keep him liking me enough to recommend me for promotions. Poor old Sergeant Beamer in payroll has had to let the old man fuck him in the storage room regularly since he was promoted to Staff Sergeant. Just go along with him, try to keep cool about it and everything will work out fine! You understand Babe?"
Michael muttered, "Yes Sarge! I can't believe what he carries between his legs Sarge. How big is that thing anyway?"
"Well, I couldn't get down myself, but Beamer said he measured it and it was just a fraction over 14 inches long and as big around as a beer can. No wonder I couldn't get the mother-fucker down my throat. He soon learned I was strictly a TOP guy myself when I kept scraping my teeth on his dick until he stopped chasing after my ass and I flat out told him I'd share my pussy-boys with him, but to lay off thinking he was going to make my ass his pincushion. Everything's been great since that day, except he now expects to share my boys whenever the urge befalls him, which isn't too often at his age. One of these days soon he will be asking you to stay late at the office, or come back after supper to do a special project he is working on. Let that be your cue to be nice and clean for the old guy and just go along with him if you don't want to get stuck in some shitty job like Robins, McClousky, Blake and Richards. They wouldn't put out and see where they are."
"Well, I guess I'll have to do what I have to do Sarge. If I can handle you, I certainly can handle him. He doesn't seem any bigger around than your cock; you're as big around as a beer can too. I'll just have to take another few inches in length. I'll start carrying a magnum rubber and a small tube of KY in my jacket pocket for when the day arrives that I have to service the old guy. Actually he isn't too bad to look at Sarge, all muscled up and in shape like he is. I just hate the smell of those damn Cigarillos he smokes though. He reeks of them. I just hope he doesn't want to kiss me ? yuck! Sarge, thanks for being up front with me! Now I know what to expect and can be prepared for his advancements. You're a real keeper Sarge and I really like being your boy."
Sarge said, "Hell Babe, it is Friday night, let's get stoned and maybe have a shot of Wild Turkey too before Rolf gets here. Tomorrow the three of us are going into Seattle so you can meet a couple of friends of ours ? Lenny, one of my ex pussy-boys from a couple of years ago, and his Top Jaraald that runs a big stable of honeys, both boys and girls of all ages. Jaraald has been a friend for years, knew him when I was growing up in Philly. Wait until you see the dude. He is what even I have to say is awesome and runs a first class business supplying the upper class male citizens of Seattle with any kind of services they may need for the right price."
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