Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 20:26:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred Big pt. 13 Justin's Interlude Conclusion

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To all readers: This is a continuation of a character interlude. You
probably won't be able to follow the story line without reading 11a & b and
12. Just letting you know. Thanks for all the encouragement gentlemen (and
ladies). Yes, to my great surprise and delight I have a couple of female
reader/fans. I hope this chapter continues to satisfy and keep you hard (or
wet as the case may be).  All Es are welcome. I've gotten so much positive
feedback from so many cool and interesting people (you know who you are,
stand up and take a bow) that the few negative comments (I'm assuming most
of them come from aliens since the grammar, syntax, and spelling border on
the level of illiterate) are water off a duck's back.

This chapter is dedicated to RB who gave me the idea for SGT Ken O'Malley
and Bacchus.


PART 13 Justin's Interlude Concludes


    "Holy fuck, that was hot!" I heard Brett say from the other side of the
gym mat.

    I looked over past Mitch to see him and O'Malley on all fours side by
side facing us with Corporal Rob Chalmers squatting behind them. The hunky
dark haired army stud appeared to be playing finger tease with their
assholes as they watched our group's sex play. There were slick wet spots
under both of their crotches and a hanging clear strand of precum coming
from the Sarge's massive cock head added to the puddle under him as I
watched.

    "Shut up Stanton," Chalmers said, "Nobody gave you permission to speak
butt boy. I'll let you know when I want you to open your mouth bitch and it
probably won't be to talk."

    Hodges tugged Mitch and I to the far end of the mat and relinquished
the majority of the padded space to Chalmers and his chosen two sex
toys. It struck me as ironic that I could think of SGT O'Malley as a sex
toy, but for now that was what he was. I was looking forward to seeing just
what CPL Chalmers had in store for the red headed drill sergeant and the
exceptionally good looking senior football jock. Mike put an arm back
around me and his other around Mitch and leaned us back on the rolled up
backrest mat so that we all three had a clear view of the others.

    "Don't get too comfortable Justin," he said to me and gave me a hard
hug, "Rob's got a surprise for you coming up... that's not a pun buddy,
just fact."

    "I'll call you when I want you Woodley," Chalmers said as he put a
headband over Brett's eyes blindfolding him, "Be ready to hop over here
quick when I do."

    I wondered what else these two studs had planned for me, but if it was
anything like what they had already done, I was ready... and willing. Some
much had happened so fast today that I thought that I might be having the
longest and wildest wet dream of my life, but the sperm slimy tingling ache
in my asshole and the lingering taste of cum on my lips brought home the
reality of the events with a quickness. I wriggled into a better position
to respond to being called and gave my attention to what was happening on
the mat.

    Chalmers roughly shoved Brett and the Sarge out to the center of the
mat. When he had both of them laid out, he stripped the jockstraps off of
both of them. He held a rolled up jock pretzel in each hand and stuffed
Brett's sperm wet jock in O'Malley's mouth first and then repeated the act,
cramming the Sarge's sweaty strap into the sexy senior's mouth.

    "On your fuckin' knees O'Malley!" Chalmers ordered, "And spread `em
wide. I want that man cunt of yours open for business."

    The Sarge did as he was told precisely. He took a stance on all fours,
arching his back perfectly and positioning his knees so far apart that his
muscle hard ass parted and left his hole open and exposed. I could see a
milky wet glint amidst gleaming red-gold hairs in his tight pucker that had
to be the dripping remains of the load I had fucked up his ass earlier. Rob
saw it too and dipped it out of O'Malley's muscle framed pucker with his
thumb and shoved it into the redhead's mouth.

    "More of Woodley's cream for the Sarge," Chalmers said mockingly, "Too
bad you can't suck your own ass isn't it O'Malley? Maybe if Justin knew
you've been jerkin' off every time you take five minutes to picture him in
his jockstrap he might whip up another load for you to eat. Did you manage
to get your hands on one of his used straps yet?"

    If anyone ever gave someone the evil eye, it was SGT O'Malley aiming it
at CPL Chalmers right then. Maybe he thought that the Corporal was crossing
the line, but all it did was make me that much hornier knowing the big tall
fiery haired army stud was yanking his crank over me. Chalmers knew what he
was doing and kept it up as he knelt behind O'Malley and began kneading his
hard glutes.

    "Don't sweat it Sarge," Rob said smiling, "Justin just got another
boner hearing about it."

    Every eye in the room except for Bacchus' and Brett's went to my
crotch, and sure enough my prick was hard again jutting out the right side
of my jock pouch. I wondered if I could ever get used to thinking about
O'Malley without getting an erection. The hot studly army Sergeant was
definitely a cock magnet for me.

    The Corporal leaned over the Sarge's back mock humping at his ass and
pulled the sweatband around his neck up to blindfold him too. He ran his
hands across O'Malley's body almost reverently and squirmed his cock in the
big man's ass crack wantonly. He hooked his arms under the Sergeant's in a
full nelson and pulled him upright to his knees.

    "Stanton!" the dark haired Corporal ordered, "Crawl your horny ass over
here and get a good feel of O'Malley's hard cock."

    Brett felt his way over to them and groped between the Sarge's legs,
getting a good feel of the man's heavy nut sack and ending up with both
hands stroking, squeezing, and fondling O'Malley's massive dick. A shiny
bubble of dick drip oozed out of the swollen army cockhead and when Brett
felt it lubing his hands, his own pecker responded by leaking a large glob
of teen precum. Chalmers let him play with the Sarge's rock hard shaft
until the big redhead started to moan around the jock stuffed in his mouth.

    "Stop now Stanton," Rob instructed, "Answer me by nodding your head. Do
you think you can take that military monster up your hot little teenage
ass?"

    Brett vigorously nodded his head yes.

    "Do you want it up your ass?"

     The senior jock kept up his affirmative response.

    "Good boy!" Chalmers told him and reached around O'Malley's chest to
put a bottle of lube in Brett's hand, "Go ahead and lube yourself and that
piece of meat you want so bad. If you put on a good enough show for us then
I just might let you fuck yourself on the Sarge's cock."

    Brett wasted no time in flipping the top open on the lube and pouring a
palm full into his other hand. He set the bottle down against his knee
where he could find it again and put his hand with the lube under his
ass. He then took his other hand and began to finger dip the lube and apply
it to his butthole. He bent over and spread his legs wide and used each and
every finger and combination of fingers to work the whole hand full of lube
up, in, and around his asshole.

    The hot senior football jock stayed bent over with his wet lubed
asshole aimed at us and took the lube bottle and dribbled the slick stuff
all over O'Malley's upright fuck pole. He started in rotating and grinding
his open ass and took both his hands and slowly slid them up and down the
Sarge's hard cock. He leaned forward making his ass spread wider and began
licking the man's low hanging balls all the while two handed stroking up
and down the rigid pole. It wasn't just a good show, it was a great show. I
could feel Brett's lust radiating out around him. I couldn't see how anyone
could doubt he wanted O'Malley's cock and wanted it bad.

    "You are one good looking, fucking hot, teen slut Stanton!" Chalmers
said, "I think you've earned some cock. Stand up."

    Brett got to his feet and Rob let go of his hold on O'Malley and joined
him, leaving the Sarge on the mat on his knees. The Corporal took the
football jock by his hips and walked him to the Sarge's desk and bent him
over it. He took a couple of minutes to finger fuck the senior and kept at
it until he could plunge all four fingers to the knuckles easily into the
well lubed asshole. Chalmers removed his hand from Brett's ass and gave him
a friendly swat on the left cheek while he used his legs to spread the
senior's legs open as wide as they would go. He bent over and whispered in
the teen jock's ear. Brett shook his head no, said something under his
breath to Rob, and stayed where he was.

    The Corporal turned to the other side of the desk and took Bacchus'
collar in his hand, making sure to grab onto the tags so they wouldn't
jingle. `HOLY SHIT' I thought, he wasn't going to bring O'Malley over to
fuck Brett, he was going to let the Great Dane plow my buddy. Mitch sat up
and opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, Hodges jerked him
to his chest with his big hand clamped firmly around Mitch's mouth. The
blonde Corporal put his right forefinger to his mouth and signaled silence
to both of us.

    He pulled the two of us close to his head and whispered very quietly,
"Keep quiet. We could have left you both blindfolded, but we thought you'd
like to see this."

    Hodges let go of us and stood up and went over to Chalmers. The two of
them lifted Bacchus up onto his rear legs and walked him between Brett's
wide spread legs, making sure to not let the dog come in contact with
them. While Hodges kept Bacchus upright, Chalmers reached in and stroked
the Dane's sheath. It wasn't really necessary, because six inches of wet,
red and white, veiny, mottled dog cock came out instantly. The wickedly
grinning dark haired Corporal aimed the end of the canine tool at Brett's
fuckhole and used his other hand to scoot the dog forward by shoving his
ass. Hodges released his hold on the animal at the same time and Bacchus
clamped onto Brett's hips and drove his slab of meat up the senior's lube
slicked butthole in one powerful lunge.

     CPL Chalmers jumped over to where O'Malley knelt, turned him to the
desk and pulled the headband down to his neck so the Sergeant could see his
dog plowing into Brett. Hodges yanked the Sarge's jockstrap out of Brett's
mouth and pulled his blindfolding headband off with the other hand. Bacchus
went fuck-haywire in the senior's spread open asshole.

    "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! OHHH MY GOD! OHHHHH FUUUUUCK!" Brett screamed
and tried to crawl over the desk away from the jackhammering dog cock that
had suddenly slammed its way into his lube slick hole.

     Hodges grabbed him by the neck and held him down with his left hand
while he brought the little brown bottle to his nose with his right one.

    "You wanted it Stanton," the blonde Corporal said, "You even begged
Sarge for it. Now you've got it. Hit the poppers man! Take a couple of deep
draws. Take that dog cock. You know you want it."

    Brett grabbed Mike's hand, clutched it to his face, and began huffing
on the bottle. It seemed like he took five or six big draws of the stuff
before it hit him and he slumped down on the desk submitting to his
breeding. He actually started pushing back into the pounding that Bacchus
was giving him.

    "OH FUCK! FUCK IT HURTS! OH FUCK IT FEELS GOOD! FUCK ME BACCHUS! FUCK
MY ASS!" Brett howled, "SHOVE THAT KNOT IN ME! FUCK ME! OHHH FUCK! FUCK MY
ASS!"

    "Look at your pretty boy cadet getting fucked by your horny dog Sarge,"
Chalmers said as he got behind O'Malley and bent him over, "I know how much
you like to watch him pumping in a man hole, so you just keep watching
while I fuck you."

    With that, Rob took his rock hard cock and drove it up the Sarge's
ass. The horny Corporal started a fuck rhythm on the man's muscle hard butt
that couldn't compete in speed with Bacchus, but made up for it in
force. His own muscular frame tensed up and he latched onto O'Malley's
waist and power slammed his deprived fuck tool into the Sergeant's cum
slimy hole as hard as he could.

    "Get your ass over here Woodley!" he ordered me.

    I jumped up and bounded over to the two of them, trying to keep my eyes
on as much of Brett's dog fuck as I could. I was torn between which one I
wanted to watch.

    "Bend over and grab your ankles in front of Sarge and put your
jockstrapped cum leaking ass in his face Woodley," Chalmers directed,
"O'Malley, go ahead and suck Hodges' and Coffield's wads out of his
fuckhole while you watch Stanton taking your dog's cock."

    I took my place eagerly and felt Sarge's tongue on my hole as Corporal
Rob fuck slammed his face into my ass crack. I would have fallen over from
the impact if O'Malley hadn't of taken hold of my left thigh with his big
beefy left hand and held me steady.

    "Get on your hands and knees Justin," Chalmers redirected me, "You're
blocking the dog show. I forgot how tall you are."

    I dropped to the mat and the Sergeant plastered his lips to my cum
sloppy hole and started sucking on it. I was being rocked back and forth on
his mouth by the forceful ass pounding he was getting from Corporal
Chalmers. I could hear Brett moaning and groaning as Bacchus drilled his
asshole and I looked up to watch him being dog skewered. Hodges still stood
by him holding the bottle of poppers with his thump sealing it. I could see
Mitch now standing on the other side of him watching Bacchus rapid fire
sawing in and out of his asshole.

    "AAAAARGH! OH SHIT! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AHHHHHHHH!" Brett
started yelling, almost screaming, "OH FUCK IT'S TOO BIG! AHHHHHH! OH GOD
GET IT OUT! AHHHHH!"

    "It's too late for that Stanton," Hodges said to him, "The knot's
already in you pal, but you know that don't you? It hurt like a
motherfucker going in, didn't it? A REAL pain in the ass. Hit the poppers
and try to relax. You're stuck on Bacchus cock until he finishes. Any
second now you're gonna feel his first gush of cum."

    Brett inhaled from the little brown bottle desperately. I could see
tears trickling down his face that was clenched up in pain. Slowly the
fumes had their desired effect and his body began to relax slightly. From
behind me, O'Malley pushed my ass away to the right and he started to get
up. Chalmers grabbed him roughly and barely managed to keep him on the mat.

    "Let me go Chalmers," the Sarge demanded, "Stanton's in trouble you
prick!"

     "Trust me Sarge," the Corporal said, "It's all part of the
scene. Brett has a safe word and we all know it. When I put him on the
desk, I reminded him about it and told him if your cock was too much all he
had to do was say it we'd stop it. He told me he could take anything I
could dish out. He's a cocky horny little slut, isn't he? He's just getting
into his fantasy of being forced to take it. Show him Mike."

    "Say the word Stanton," Hodges said to the knot wrecked senior, "Say
your safe word."

    "FUCK YOU HODGES!" Brett yelled at the Corporal, obviously still in
pain and writhing on the huge dog knot lodged up his ass, "OHHH FUCK! IT'S
SO FUCKIN' BIG!"

    "See?" Chalmers said to O'Malley, "Now you've gone and interrupted my
good time. What am I gonna do about that?"

    The Sarge didn't say anything. He just backed up to Chalmers and spread
his legs apart and looked back over his shoulder at the dark haired
Corporal.

    "That'll work for me," he said, "Now Woodley if you want to, you can
crawl under my Sergeant bitch here and see how much teasing his cock can
take from your talented mouth while I fuck him. Don't make him cum. You'll
get enough dick drip out of him to make it worth your while."

    I scooted under O'Malley just in time to catch a string of that drip
across my face. The Sarge's huge thick rod jutted out from his cropped red
pubes and jerked as Chalmers slammed his tool back up the redhead's ass. I
postioned myself and opened my mouth so that the impact of Chalmers fucking
just pushed O'Malleys dickhead past my lips. Then I started treating the
big slab of man meat like an all day sucker and made sure my tongue caught
every drop of fluid that ran out its slit. Brett's moans and cries made the
background music for our sex play and I wondered if his ass would ever be
the same. Bacchus had a huge fucking knot.

    "OH SHIT!" Brett yelled out, "OH FUCK!"

    "You want me to hold him Stanton or let him turn?" I heard Hodges ask.

    "OH FUCK! Hold him for now," the football jock cried out, "I need him
to lube me with some more of his cum so his knot can spin without taking my
insides on a hundred and eighty degree ride with it!"

    "You got it," Hodges replied, "Just let me know when. As soon as I let
go of his collar he'll turn."

    I seemed to me like Brett really was into the fucking he was
getting. From where I was now, not being able to see him, his voice sounded
more like a slut in heat than a guy in pain. He occasionally let out a deep
`Oh fuck!' that I attributed to another shot of dog jizz going up his ass.

    O'Malley started to moan over me and I raised my head up so his big
balls could teabag me as I licked up the underside of his hefty hard
cock. Those balls started to retract and tighten up. His cock became even
more rigid and I leaned my head out from under him to tell Chalmers.

    "I think he's real close Rob,"

    "We can't have that," the Corporal said and yanked his cock out of the
Sergeant's ass, "Come here Justin."

    I crawled out from under the big redhead stud and came to my knees
facing Chalmers. He grinned at me lasciviously and shoved O'Malley's ass
hard, pushing him down face first on the mat. The Sarge still managed to
keep his eyes on the dog fuck going on at his desk. The Corporal leaned
over and whispered in my ear. When he finished, I looked at him in awe and
nodded my agreement to his request. I guess he was asking for my
cooperation because I had already had my go at being a sex object for Mike
and wasn't one of his chosen two. Whatever! I was all for what he had
planned.

    Suddenly I heard Brett, "Let him go Hodges. I'm ready."

    Every eye was on him as the blonde Corporal let go of Bacchus' collar
and the giant dog raised his rear right leg and brought it around over the
teen jock's back and spun on his left leg. Mitch used his arm to keep the
paw and its claws off Brett's back while Hodges kept both hands on the
Dane's hindquarters to keep the dog as close to the guy's knot locked ass
as he could. I caught a glimpse of wet trials of leaking dog spew on the
handsome senior's tight jock thighs as big animal turned.

    "OH FUCK!" Brett began yelling again as he hit the poppers now in his
hand, "I CAN FEEL HIS DOG COCK TWISTING UP IN MY GUTS! OH FUCK, HE'S
CUMMING EVEN HARDER! AHHHH!"

    CPL Chalmers wasted no time flipping the Sarge over on his back. The
big redhead craned his neck to keep watching Brett and Bacchus
breeding. Rob yanked O'Malley's legs up over his shoulders and plowed back
into his ass. The Sarge moaned and stayed riveted on the scene at his desk
as the pair came to rest ass to ass in a tight dog tie. The man's fiery
pubes framed a cock that swelled up even harder and began to jerk in his
crotch. I stepped over and straddled his crotch and felt Chalmers hand on
my lower back steadying me as I lowered my ass and put my well used hole up
against the Sarge's engorged cock. Just as my ass lips came in contact with
the head, it erupted. I pushed back onto it and saw stars as the pain of
taking a nine inch long, two and a half inch thick slab of army man meat up
my ass struck me. My head spun and my vision went dim, but I could still
feel the huge tool spasming in my chute as the Sarge came.

    "FUUUUUUUCK!" the Sarge yelled as he emptied his balls up my ass, "I'M
CUUUUMMMMMMIIING!"

    And boy did he cum! He grabbed my hips and drove his ejaculating pole
as hard up in me as he could. I smelled the chemical odor of poppers again
and felt a hand at my nose. I took two big deep draws of the stuff as
O'Malley tried to crawl up my ass cock first. As the euphoria of the
inhalant crept over me, I fell forward onto the Sarge and just let him have
his way with me as much as he could with Chalmers slam fucking his ass
behind me.

    I felt the army stud's chest rise and fall in rapid breaths as I just
lay there in his thick chest hair immersed in the sexual intensity of it
all. And then his lips were on my neck up under my jaw and his hands let go
of my hips and came up to my shoulders. I turned my face down to his and
felt his cock plucked suddenly from my ass.

    A weight came down on top of me and I felt a dick go slamming back up
in my abandoned ass chute. Chalmers bent over and clutched my sides as he
fucked his way up my hole. The Corporal stretched out and pushup fucked my
ass for all he was worth.

    "Take my load Woodley!" he moaned in my ear, "Take it up your tight
ass! AHHHHH! HERE IT CUMMMMMS!"

    Muscle Army stud Rob Chalmers shot his load of sperm up in me to join
the deposits of the other four guys in the room. Every single one of them
had used my hole today for a dumping ground for their ball juice and I
loved it. I felt like I had a part of each one of them with me and realized
I actually did. As Rob quit thrusting his cock in my cum dripping asshole,
his head came down to join mine and O'Malley's and the three of us
contorted somehow to engage in a threeway kiss. We rolled apart when we
heard Brett moan again and speak.

    "God that was hot!" he said looking at the three of us on the mat, "Can
I have some dick to lick while Bacchus loads me up?"

    That set everyone to laughing and we got to our feet.

    "Sure you can Stanton," Chalmers said walking over and offering his
still hard cum dripping rod to Brett's face, "You've been a really good
sport about the fuck switcheroo I played on you and you still owe me an
orgasm, so suck on it all you want."

    "Justin?" the Sarge said turning to face me.

    "Yeah Ken?" I replied looking up at his dark blue eyes.

    "Thanks stud man," he said, "You didn't have to do that."

    "I know," I said, "But when Rob asked me if I wanted to, I couldn't
resist. I never knew anything could hurt so bad and feel so good at the
same time."

    "Let me get some of that lidocaine for your ass," he said, "Where'd you
put it?"

    "Back in the cabinet," I answered and he turned to go get it as I
stepped over to gather with the others around Brett.

    The first thing I saw was CPL Chalmers with his hands on his hips
letting Brett' side turned face swing on his pecker. His muscle hard ass
looked so ruggedly masculine that it gave me an idea. I motioned for Mitch
to come around to where I was and would have recruited Hodges too, but he
was holding Bacchus' collar keeping him from trying to walk away taking
Brett's ass with him.

    "What's up?" Mitch asked me as he came around the desk.

    "You are for one," I said quietly, grabbing his nicely proportioned
erect tool, and then whispered "But I want you to help me give Rob a tongue
job."

    The gleam of sexual wantonness in Mitch's eyes was all the answer I
needed as I stepped behind Chalmers, knelt down, and drove my head tongue
first into his ass crack. My pal got down by me and began running his
tongue up the back of the Corporal's leg starting at his right heel. A gasp
from Chalmers let me know we had his attention and his hands left his hips
to pull apart his brawny butt cheeks so I could get to his cum gooey hole.

    His fuckhole had had enough time to churn the cum in him together and
the mix of dog and human jizz had a distinct flavor that was augmented by
the taste of his clean ass juice. I slurped up the drying paste in his
crack and around his anal ring first. I then put my lips to his hole and
drove my tongue past his sphincter and sucked at the opening. I was
rewarded with a thick trickle of the fuck mix and a loud groan of ecstasy
from Chalmers. I felt Mitch ease his way past me up between the Corporal's
legs and start tonguing at his super-sized balls. We kept at it for over
five minutes while Rob's thigh muscles became harder and tighter the whole
time.

    I felt an arm that I knew was O'Malley's by the hair, reach between my
legs. One of his fingers contacted my asshole with something cool and
creamy and began to rub it in. That made my cock, which had deflated when I
shoved my hole down on the Sarge's ass wrecker, jerk back up to fully
hard. I reached out and grabbed Mitch's rigid pecker and began stroking
it. After four times up and down on it slowly, I felt his teen jock precum
oozing down across my hand and used the slick sex fluid to increase the
pace of jacking him off.

    "Get ready for the good stuff Stanton," Chalmers said beginning to jerk
bodily and breathing faster, "Suck it out of me you hot fuckin' dog slut!"

    The Corporal went up on his toes and his body clenched up as O'Malley
stuck his finger up my ass and set to rubbing my pleasure bump while his
mouth descending over my hard pecker with a force ten suction.

    I don't know who blew first, but all of a sudden it was a cluster of
orgasming, cum shooting, cock sucking, ass eating, butthole fingering, nut
licking males. There were clutching manly arms everywhere and I saw stars
again, not from pain this time, but from the overwhelming feel-good
eroticism of the situation. Amidst OOOOs, AAAHS, and other moans and
grunts, I shot my wad in O'Malley's mouth and gave into the moment.

    When I came to and my vision refocused, I was lying on the floor with
the Sarge's finger up my ass and his mouth gently nursing my spent cock. I
had Mitch's shrinking cum gooey prick in my hand and he lay across my
chest. Rob Chalmers was bent over, draped across Brett and his muscular
hard ass loomed over us all. His butthole was shiny with my spit.

    "Now that was something to see!" Hodges said still holding Bacchus, "I
need to go jack off after that!"

    "I'm sure one of the cadets would be more than willing to go you one
better Corporal," O'Malley said letting my much softened cock fall out of
his mouth and getting up. He snagged his discarded jockstrap off the floor
as he stood. The Sergeant stepped into his supporter, adjusted it around
his hips, snapped the butt straps into place, and positioned his sperm wet
heavy meat in the pouch pointing down over his balls.

   "I'll suck you off Mike," I volunteered as Mitch and I helped each other
to our feet with me licking his load off my hand while watching the Sarge
putting on his well packed jockstrap.

    For some reason all of them laughed at me and I swear Bacchus had a big
grin joining in on it. Mitch smiled and used his fingers to scoop his wad
up from his crotch and on his cock and fed it to me. He then started
dipping the leaking army cum loads out of my ass and sharing them with me.

    "I was just being sarcastic Justin," Hodges said with a sexy smile. He
reached over to Chalmers with his free hand and pushed him over on his back
on the empty end of the desk above Brett's head, "You and Mitch drained me
for at least the next hour pal. But if you're still hungry for some jizz,
here ya go."

    Hunky Corporal Rob Chalmers lay sprawled with his hands and legs
hanging limp. Cum still oozed from his cockhead and jizz trails covered his
crotch. Brett's now revealed face had two white ropes of man spew crossing
it. I stepped over and went to work licking up what was on the desk.

    "You two had him jerking so much in orgasm pleasure that he couldn't
keep his dick in Brett's mouth," Hodges explained with a laugh, "I've never
seen him spasm and twitch that much before, even when I've sucked him off
with Bacchus' knot wedged tight in his ass."

    "The fuckin' knot keeps me from being able to let go all the way you
kiss and tell bitch," Chalmers replied opening his eyes and still catching
his breath, "Besides, getting a nut while I'm standing up always makes me
jump and jerk."

   Mitch finished feeding on the cum that was on my butt and around my
hole. He started to delve deeper, but I pulled away. I leaned over to get
face to face with Brett who continued to moan on and off.

   "You okay?" I asked him.

    "You wouldn't fuckin' believe how it feels Justin," he told me glassy
eyed, "It hurt like hell at first, but now his knot is just throbbing and
every time he jets another squirt of cum up my ass and it rubs my gland
it's like having a mini-orgasm... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... every time."

    I nodded my head in understanding and was relieved Brett could still
converse. The way he had been carrying on I thought he might have been in
shock or delirious. I licked the two strands of jizz off his face and put
my mouth on his to share it with him. His tongue swept around inside mine
and he swallowed the offering. I moved over to Chalmers' crotch to lick up
the remainder of his misfired load and felt a pair of hands parting my butt
cheeks. Turning my head, I saw Mitch and the Sarge kneeling down behind me
preparing to chow down on my cum sloppy asshole.

    "Take your time Justin," O'Malley said to me with a grin, "Coffield and
I are gonna do cleanup back here while you tidy up Chalmers."

    I smiled big at them both and set in using only the tip of my tongue to
clean Rob's crotch. I groomed his whole patch of neatly trimmed pubes
first, trying not to moan too much as the two guys at my butt titillated my
spermy asshole with both of their tongues at once. By the time I got to
licking the Corporal's cock, they were taking turns sucking on my hole to
get the rest of what was available without some deeper delving.

     "What the fuck?" Mitch exclaimed getting back to his feet, "My tongue
is numb."

    "Mine too," O'Malley added joining him, "I forgot about the ointment I
rubbed in his hole."

    That had everyone laughing again, even Brett. All in all it had been
one hell of an experience and it wasn't done yet. Bacchus continued to
shoot wad after wad of his dog seed into the baseball jocks knot filled ass
and he let out a lust filled moan of enjoyment with each squirt. We all
stood around him, including Chalmers who had recovered enough to get up,
and massaged Brett all over while he slowly ground his ass on the dog knot
that was filling his rectum to the max. O'Malley was the first one to
notice when Bacchus quit sperming the teenager.

    "Can you feel his knot shrinking any Stanton?" he asked.

    "Yeah I can," Brett answered, "It's like a balloon with a real slow
leak, but it is going down. How did you know?"

    "Well for one thing; you quit moaning," O'Malley answered, "And the
other is that Bacchus' tail relaxed where it joins at his spine; a sure
sign that he's done with his delivery."

    "I guess you've had plenty of opportunity to observe the whole process
and learn all the details," Hodges said, "On my ass alone not counting
Rob's."

    "Yeah Sarge," Chalmers added, "What is it about watching Bacchus fuck
and knot up with a guy that gets you going? I'm not complaining, gods know
I really get off on being the big lug's bitch, but you can almost cum just
from watching it."

    "Everyone has their own personal twisted kinky side," O'Malley
answered, "You like watching and making people, and animals, or at least
Bacchus, get off and cum and being in control of it. Hodges could suck
cocks and jerk himself off from now until hell freezes over. Justin here
can't get his fill of cum and tasting it. Mitch goes wild over a jizzed-up
asshole and Brett apparently loves getting his ass wrecked and worked
over. I just happen to have a thing about guys asses locked to a dog knot;
that and a real weakness for a hot looking butch guy in a jockstrap."

    Every one of them turned to stare at me. I blushed and self-consciously
adjusted my nads in my jock pouch. I tried to meet their looks with one of
innocence, but probably just looked embarrassed.

    ***And that's where I got my thing for jockstraps. It's not really a
fetish with me like it is for Chad and Mark. I just like helping guys out
with jockstrap fetishes. It brings back good memories and makes new
ones. ***

    I took a step to my left and grabbed the Sarge's ass with my left
hand. It was still rock hard and tight even after the workout we had given
it. O'Malley smiled at me and used his right hand to grope my butt. Mitch,
Mike, and Rob kept rubbing on Brett until he clenched up and let out
another yell.

    "FUUUCK!" the teen hunk hollared, "OH SHIT! HE'S PULLING MY ASS APART!"

    "Calm down Stanton," SGT O'Malley said and felt Brett's asshole where
the flexure of Bacchus' cock disappeared into the football jock, "He's just
giving you a tug to see if he's still tied tight."

    Well he sure as fuck is!" Brett responded.

    "Man, I thought you'd done this before Stanton," CPL Hodges said still
with a firm hold on Bacchus' collar in his right hand, while his left was
kneading the teen jock's wide spread glutes.

    "I have / We have," Mitch and Brett both said at the same time

    "Not like this though," Brett continued, squirming a little on Bacchus'
knot, "The size of this thing makes a BIG difference. I'm sorry guys. I'm
not meaning to screw up your fun or anything, but I've never had my ass
stuffed so full before and I guess I'm freakin' out some. What Mitch and I
have done with our dogs is like comparing a neighborhood touch football
game to the NFL."

    We all assured him that he wasn't messing anything up for any of us. He
looked so fucking hot bent over the desk ass to ass with the giant
Harlequin Dane that it was keeping all our cocks half-hard. I wondered what
it felt like having your prostate gland under constant pressure and
stimulation for so long. Hell, he'd been dog fucked and knotted for close
to thirty minutes now. If it felt anything at all like all five of these
studs' dicks had felt fucking my ass, then it was a wonder he hadn't passed
out after all. I noticed a trickle of fluid seeping from the upper left
side of Brett's dog cock filled asshole.

    "Can I eat his cum out of your butt when he let's you go Brett?" I
asked on the spur of the moment.

    "Hell yeah," the teen stud answered joining his laugh with the other's,
"Just go easy on my hole Justin. It's gonna be real tender."

    "I will," I said, "Just my tongue, as smooth as I can make it. It's not
funny guys. I don't laugh at your kinky stuff."

    "We're not laughing at you Justin," Sarge said worming his middle
finger into my loose hole, "It's the situation and we're enjoying it. Quit
being so overly sensitive. Part of what's got me amused is the fact that I
was wrong about you getting your fill of cum today. I think we'd have to at
least triple our numbers to satisfy your craving."

    That got a laugh from everybody including me. It also made my prick
crank up to almost fully hard thinking about having that many guys and dogs
feeding me that much hot tasty cum. Brett was the first one to notice my
erecting crank.

    "Hey man, if you're still hard up for some more jizz, you can probably
get a mouthfull off the side of the desk under me and Bacchus," he told me,
"I know I came big time when he was fucking me like a pile driver, and I
blew small single wads every few minutes after he knotted me. It has to be
down there somewhere. You better hurry though, his knot is going down
fast."

    I let go of the Sarge's brawny butt and dove down to crawl under
Bacchus looking for cum. I felt a trickle of it drip from my own ass as
O'Malley's big middle finger left my hole. I saw the side of the desk
between Bacchus' legs. It was plastered with goblets of Brett's congealing
sperm. Drip tracks ran down the wooden panel and there was an irregular
line of gelatineous runny jizz on the rubberized flooring following the
line of the bottom edge of the desk. I went to work scarfing it all up. I
tried to be as quick as I could. I was licking the scattered clumps off the
desk and had Bacchus' legs around my shoulders when the Sarge called out to
me.

    "You'd better back off now Justin!" he said, "His knot is coming
loose!"

    And just that fast the shadow of the huge dog was replaced by the
direct lights of the athletic office. Bacchus took a step forward, raising
his leg over my shoulder, Brett let out a loud moan, and a huge wet dog
cock splatted down on my head and was drug down my neck leaving a sodden
watery trail of canine jizz behind. That was followed immediately by a
deluge of dog sperm flowing out of Brett's knot wrecked open fuck hole. My
whole upper body was covered in cum. My close cropped hair was soaked with
it. Sperm dripped down around my face and I left off trying to lick up the
deposits on the desk and got to my knees to gently press my face to Brett's
oozing hole going for the mother-lode.

    I stuck my tongue up to his distended ass ring and let the runnel of
semen travel down it to my mouth. I slowly put my lips to the gaping
opening and let the flow run directly into my mouth. I reached up with my
right hand and started jacking on Brett's cock while I fed off of the dog
load running out of his ass. He got hard after only a dozen strokes and
began to moan again. I licked the inside of his chute tenderly savoring the
taste of his clean ass mingled with the overwhelming flavor of dog cum.

    Bacchus head joined mine at Brett's ass, but was quickly pulled
away. Right after that I felt the huge dog nuzzling in my ass. I spread my
kness apart and let him go for it. It felt too good to resist.

    "Oh shit Justin!" Brett exclaimed, "I'm gonna shoot!"

    I got my mouth off his asshole, bent my head back, and swallowed his
cock to the root just in time to feel the first spurt of his orgasm across
my tonsils. I ran my lips, tongue, and throat up and down his hard
ejaculating rod and let him pump his wad in me. I felt his hands catch the
sides of my head and I let him direct my movements so he could get the most
out of it. He got shakily to his feet with his cock still implanted
downward in my throat and his tightly drawn up nutsack resting on my nose.

    "Fuckin' A Woodley!" he said panting, "You're the best at that man! No
doubt!"

    "Let me be the judge of that for myself," I heard Hodges say as the
teen's dick was yanked from my throat.

    Mike Hodges spun me on my knees to face him as he pushed Brett to the
side. Bacchus moved around to get back at my ass. I saw the Sarge, Mitch,
and Chalmers standing in a semi-circle behind him having a circle
jerk. Hands were cupping balls and pounding cocks as the blonde Corporal
took my head in between his hands and pushed his rigid tool down my
throat. I took all of it and began to rapidly swallow, using my throat
muscles to milk his hard cock. He started a slow in and out face fuck and
got faster and faster until he was hammering my mouth at about half the
pace of Bacchus' fucking. Let's just say it was really fast.

    He took a last quick fire couple of thrusts, moaned loudly, left his
dick deep down my passage, and unloaded his balls in my gullet. He
ejaculated five times and l swallowed it all. He let go of me and I let his
shrinking prick slide out past my lips to flop down and come to rest on his
ball sack. Before I even had time to run my tongue around my mouth and
relish the taste of his spew, another cock was pushing its way into my
mouth. Bacchus finally decided he had licked my ass as clean as he could
and his tantalizing tongue left my hole. Maybe his tongue had gotten numb
from the ointment too.

    This piece of meat was easy to recognize. It was Mitch's. I didn't have
to look up to know it. The plump head of it had hardly gotten to my tongue
before it let loose with a thick wad of jizz.

    "OH FUCK JUSTIN!" the baseball jock yelled shoving his meat down my
throat, "SUCK IT! SUCK IT DOWN MAN! EAT MY CUM!"

    I gave him the same treatment Hodges had just gotten, only this time I
had a shot of sperm in my mouth to taste as I ran my tongue around the
erupting shaft. Mitch pumped my mouth with a few quick jerks and his cock
was pulled abruptly out of my oriface. Another hard dick came at my lips,
this one was leaking pre-cum and I let it press against my closed lips to
get them slick before I opened my mouth to take in one more army tool and
looked up to see my next face fucker.

    "My turn," Chalmers said with his devilish smirk, "I'm barely holding
back Woodley. Suck fast!"

    I engulfed Army Corporal cock with my throat and started the swallowing
technique with Rob's huge nuts against my chin churning in his tightly
drawn up scrotum. He put one hand lightly around my neck and felt his man
meat bulging in it and let his other hand rest casually on the back of my
head. He didn't pump into me, he relaxed and left it up to me. Now this was
the way I really liked to suck dick! I felt my own dick go rock solid again
as the Corporal fed my cocksucker fantasy.

    I cupped his balls in my right hand and took his right ass cheek in my
left to direct his movements. I went up and down on his stiff pole about
two inches at a time and worked my tongue and throat muscles continously. I
used his muscle hard ass cheek to change the angle of his cock and gave him
my all.

    "HOLY FUCKIN" SHIT!" he cried out and began to shake and jerk, "GO
AHEAD AND SUCK ON THE HEAD JUSTIN! I KNOW YOU WANT TO TASTE MY NUT! HERE IT
CUMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSS! AHHHHHHHHHH!"

    Chalmers' grip on my neck and head only tightened slightly as he
spasmed into orgasm. I drew back on his cock and let it blast into my mouth
across my tongue. It wasn't nearly as much cum as he had shot earlier, but
it was thick and creamy. I didn't know why, but Rob's ball juice was the
best tasting of all of us including myself. I savored every drop. He let me
suckle him until he was completely soft, jerking and moaning the whole
time. When he finally did carefully pull his dick out of my mouth, he
leaned down to lick my lips and gave me a sensuous neck kiss.

    "Brett's right Justin," the dark haired army stud whispered as he
mouthed my ear, "You are the best, no doubt. Thanks man!"

    I smiled at him and felt a pair of large hands on my
shoulders. O'Malley turned me and I came face to dick with his stiff thick
monster cock. It slid across my cheek leaving a trail of man cock snot on
my already dog cum wet face and came to rest against my open lips. The
weight of it pulled my bottom lip down and I looked up into his dark blue
eyes.

    "You know the assignment Cadet," he stated in his professional voice,
"Get to it!"

    A chill of excitement went down my spine from his commanding manner. My
dick began leaking and I took his cock in hand and put it as far back in my
mouth as I could. I then set to work on swallowing the whole supersized
slab. I worked saliva up in my mouth to join with the coating of man jizz
already there and tongue slathered it onto the first third that would fit
in my mouth. As I wet the turgid tool, I pressed forward and began
loosening my throat to accomodate it and it started down past my
epiglotis. Reaching around the Sergeant's beefcake ass, I twined my hands
in the butt straps of his jock and clutched him to my face forcing his
petrified pecker into my throat. I relaxed and swallowed grade-A army man
meat.

    "That's it Cadet," O'Malley encouraged me, "Take that cock! Take it
deep! Work it good! Chalmers! Get your horny ass down on your back and eat
the cadet's asshole while he swallows my cock! Hodges! Get between my legs
and plant your handsome cocksucking face on the cadet's leaking pole!
Stanton! I want you to go to work on his left nipple! Coffield you take his
right one. Woodley! Keep swallowing my cock and you'd better not cum until
I give you permission! Get to it now! All of you!"

    There was an instant flurry of activity as the four of them scrambled
to carry out the Sarge's orders. Chalmers used both hands to spread my butt
cheeks apart and stuck his tongue up my fuck loosened hole. Hodges went
down on me and engulfed my cock to the balls, enveloping it in the warmth
of his own talented throat. Brett and Mitch both put one arm around my
back, then a hand apiece on each of my thighs, and followed it up with a
deliciously erotic lip-lock on both of my nipples. A horny lascivious
tingle of sexual delight coursed through me as I started to give SGT Ken
O'Malley the same cock sucking treatment I had given CPL Chalmers just
before him. I was so horned up that I didn't think I was going to be able
to hold off on my orgasm like he had demanded. I had to try though, and
that was probably the most subtle intensely torturous aspect of the whole
day. I wanted to tense up and blow off a load down Mike's throat, but I
wanted to please the Sarge more, so I denied myself the release I wanted
and concentrated on the cock down my throat.

    My throat buzzed around the thick long cock that I sucked up and down
on as I moaned from the treatment the other four hot studs were giving
me. I broke out in a warm sweat from fighting not to cum and swung
O'Malley's muscle hard ass back and forth doing my best to stimulate the
entire surface of his now throbbing pole. I felt his cockhead swell up deep
down in my gullet and knew he was on the verge of giving up his load. A
sudden expansion of his whole cock shaft made me increase the rate of
motion I had on it. I began to shake from my struggle against cumming
before allowed. I was on the precipice of failure when the Sergeant let out
a series of moans.

    "UH! AHH! UH! Cadet! I want you to Cum! NOW!" he demanded and jetted
the first wad of his cum straight into my stomach.

    I let myself go and painted CPL Hodges throat with a blast of my own
seed as the hunky redheaded Army Sergeant ejaculated his stud cream into
me. He took my head and eased his spasming cum rod back out of my
throat. He pulled back until the ridge behind his dickhead was at my lips
and filled my mouth with the last four shots of his thick gooey load. I
shook from the intensity of my own climax and just let his stud juice ooze
around in my mouth.

    Hodges let my super-sensitive cock drop from his mouth. Chalmers took
one last deep suck and lick from my fluttering asshole, while Mitch and
Brett released my climax hardened nipples from their sucking and licking
mouths. O'Malley plucked his cockhead from my mouth and took me under the
arms and half carried, half drug me the four feet to the gym mat. He man
handled me onto my back and lay down draping his body across mine. Hs mouth
came right up against mine and he licked my closed lips.

    "Would you mind sharing that with me stud?" he whispered and planted
his lips on mine.

    I wrapped my arms around him and opened my mouth to let his tongue
slide in and sample his own ball nectar. We snowballed his load back and
forth for what seemed like an eternity of post orgasmic bliss, but finally
all of it was gone and we broke apart from our kiss and cuddled up
together. I felt the other guys joining us and I was surrounded by
masculine hugging bodies and the smell of cum and man sweat as I drifted
off to an exhausted sleep wrapped in Ken O'Malley's sunset haired arms.

    I stretched and yawned coming awake and felt my arms and legs rubbing
across other warm flesh. I bolted up to a sitting position on the mat and
it all came back to me in a flash. I grinned like the Cheshire Cat and
looked over the male bodies around me.

    SGT O'Malley was awake and looking at me from his back beside me. He
had a satisfied smile on his face and gave me a wink. Brett was still
asleep on his side cuddled up to the Sarge's fiery haired chest. CPL
Chalmers had his left hand draped around the teen hunk spooned up snugly to
his ass. He too was awake and I could tell by his arm movement that went
between the Sarge and Brett that he was playing with the good looking
senior's dick while he slept. On my other side, Mitch's right leg was
across mine as he napped. CPL Mike Hodges had his arms wrapped around the
teen baseball jock cuddling him close as he dozed also.

    Everthing looked so peaceful compared to what it was like just a while
ago when the six of us were going at each other like a bunch of sex starved
primatives. The smell of sweaty men and cum surrounded us and I shook my
head in disbelief at what I had done all in one day.

    A slight throbbing in my butthole in time with the beating of my heart
reminded me of my lost virginity. I couldn't imagine what in the world made
people think that being chaste was so superior. Not being a virgin sure as
hell felt better in my opinion. I didn't have a single bit of remorse for
having given mine up. That thought made me look at Brett. Seeing the
incredibly handsome senior sleeping so peacefully made me know that I would
always have the memory of him being my first and he gave it to me just the
way I asked him too. Not only that, but my new friend had treated me like I
had been the one doing him a favor by letting him be my first. No, I sure
didn't have any regrets about it at all. I was going to let Brett drive my
car as soon as it was possible. He'd like that.

    Thinking about my car led to thinking about our situation and the
storm. I wondered if I even had a car anymore. The chances weren't good for
it coming through an F-4 tornado unscathed. While all of this was going
through my mind, O'Malley and Chalmers had been carefully extricating
themselves from the guys around them, being extra careful not wake them
up. The Sarge put his finger to his lips indicating quiet and motioned with
his head for me to follow the two of them to the back hall of the office
leading to the storage room.

    I got up and went after them easing my away apart from the three
sleeping studs on the gym mat. The two army hunks didn't go in the store
room like I thought they would, instead I saw their jockstrapped asses turn
into the doorway before the store room, into the coach's bathroom. The
lights came on in there just as I turned into the doorway. Sarge reached
out and drew me to him, hugging me tightly into his flame haired chest
while Rob shut the door behind us.

    "How ya doin' Justin?" he asked me, "Are you okay? It looked to us like
you were doing some pondering out there just now."

    "I'm fine," I said feeling Chalmers come up behind me and join us
making it a group hug, "I guess I had to take a moment to get it all sorted
in my head after waking up. It's been a big day for me. How long was I
asleep?"

    "A little bit less than two hours," the Corporal answered, "You woke up
right after we did. We all crashed big time after our cum party."

    "I thought you'd sleep longer than you did big guy," O'Malley said
stepping back and rolling his sex messy jockstrap down his muscle cut
thighs, "You swallowed at least a load out of everyone, and took one from
all of us up your hot devirgined ass."

    "Not all of you," I pointed out, "Almost, but not everyone."

    "You must have been cum shocked Justin," Rob replied shucking his strap
too, "Each and every one of us cum dumped in you at some point during the
fun. I planned our part of it to make it happen when I saw how you took
Stanton's power fuck, like a real trooper I might add. You had me drooling
for my go at your hot ass buddy. You were the star of the show. It's not
like you get to lose your virginity every day. Hodges and I wanted you to
have a time to remember. Trust me, we all fucked one in you pal. Now come
on and strip down with us so we can get douched and showered."

    "He's right Justin," O'Malley added, "You took one up the ass from all
of us and I for one think it was one of the hottest orgasms I've ever
had. Who do you think missed out?"

    I looked back and forth between them as I toed off my shoes, took off
my jock, and said, "Bacchus. He didn't get to fuck me."

    "Holy fuckin' shit!" Chalmers exclaimed as his eyes bugged out of his
head.

    O'Malley gave me an intense stare as he plucked off each of his
socks. I couldn't tell if he was looking for more from me or if he was just
sizing me up. I do know his gaze went right through me like he was peering
into my soul or inner self. Something else I noticed about him was that his
cock started to enlarge measurably.

    "You're kidding, right?" the Corporal asked as he took off his socks
still staring at me, "You saw what happened to Stanton. Bacchus isn't a
beginner's fuck Justin, no offense, but his knot will make you see stars. I
know from personal experience. The first time he mounted me I blacked out
for a few and the Sarge here had already screwed me silly with his donkey
dick. My asshole ached for a week afterwards and I had to make a concious
effort not to walk bowlegged. Man Justin, I couldn't even trust my farts
that week. It's definately the kind of fuck you need to work your way up
to."

    I let out a laugh thinking about hunky butch CPL Rob Chalmers walking
around a military base stiff legged and uncertain about what might come out
of his knot stunned ass. I kept looking at the two hot army studs to see
what else they had to say and bent over to take my socks off. The Sarge
took one look at my ass, grabbed me by the hips, sat down on the dressing
bench and put me over his knee.

    "I don't know if I should spank your ass until it glows for being horny
stupid or finger it good to see if you really are ready for a Great Dane
knot," O'Malley stated as he held me firmly down across his lap, "I can
tell you're not joking around about it Justin, but Chalmers is right,
Bacchus isn't anywhere near an average fuck. His knot has turned one of the
best bottom men I've known off of getting fucked ever again. I'll be honest
with you though, I think I would blow a load from just watching him knot
you up. I'm dying to see it. I've got the major hots for you Justin and a
kinky fetish for seeing guys dog fucked, so I don't think I'm qualified to
make this decision for you. I want it for the wrong reason. I want it for
me."

    "That's okay Sarge," I said craning my neck to look across his flame
haired chest and meet his eyes, "I want it for me too. So if this cadet has
any say in the matter Staff Sergeant O'Malley Sir, I choose the fingering
please."

    "Woodley," CPL Chalmers said with a laugh, "I really didn't think I
could like you anymore than I already do, but I'm beginning to think you
and I are spiritual family from the smartass branch of the clan."

    "Shut the fuck up Chalmers!" the Sergeant ordered his aide with a smile
and then to me, "And get your cocky ass up off my lap Woodley. What we're
gonna do is get cleaned up, then you cadet are going to question each one
of the others about getting dog fucked. See what they have to say about
it. You've already gotten Chalmers take on it, so get it from the rest of
them. When you've done that come back to me with your informed
decision. Let's not play any fuckin' head games. We both know you're gonna
decide to take the fuck, so just make sure you know what you're getting
into. Once that knot goes up your hot teenage tailpipe, there's no backing
out."

    'Thanks Sarge," I said standing up and kissing him on the cheek in
passing, "I've got the major hots for you too and I'm dying to see you
shoot off from just watching me getting dog dicked. So, are we going to
shower or what? Could one of you help me douche my ass? I'm kinda new at it
and want to make sure I've got the procedure down right."

    I stepped over and turned on the shower head with the nozzle hose
attachment. O'Malley and Chalmers practically knocked each other over in
their haste to help me clean my ass out.  They ended up taking turns with
one filling my chute with luke warm water while the other held me bent
over. Anyway, we took our time getting all clean and fresh, and I learned a
few pointers along the way. In about an hour we finished and gathered up
our dirty gear and went back in the office wrapped in our damp towels.

    The three sleeping beauties, and they were adorable to look at all
innocent and asleep, didn't stir a bit when we came up to them. Bacchus
however kept going to the door that led out into the locker room and back
to O'Malley, expressing his desire to go out. If he was anything at all
like a human male, he probably had to take a major leak after cumming so
much. The three of us had all pissed out what seemed like several gallons
in the shower.

    "I'll take him to the back courtyard Sarge," I offered, "He can come
with me to my locker and I'll put on sweats. I can change back into PT
shorts when I get back with him."

    "Okay Justin, thanks," O'Malley said, "But when you get back put on a
jock, socks, and your athletic shoes. I'm making that the standard uniform
for the next two days. No one with a key to the doors will be out here
before then, so let's make it enjoyable for all of us, by that I mean
casual and sexy. You're all free to do what you want with each other as
long as no one gets hurt and we keep the place clean and orderly. I'll have
Chalmers here make a duty chore list. Nothing too demanding, just a way to
share out the work load equally. I'll be on it with everyone else. Oh, and
Justin, I see that you missed your assigned radio training with the
Corporal. I'll decide on disciplinary measures for that while you're
gone. Be ready to take your make-up training session when you get back. And
take this com unit with you."

    "But Sarge, we were..." I started to complain that our orgy messed up
the schedule as I caught the talkie O'Malley picked up off his desk chair
and underhanded to me.

    "No excuses Cadet!" the big tall towel clad red head interrupted me
loudly causing the sleeping trio to wake up yawning and wondering what was
going on, "Carry on!"

    I walked out the door with Bacchus on my heels, deliberately leaving it
ajar so I could get back in when we returned. The big dog kept pace with me
until I went to turn into my JROTC locker alcove. At that point he whined
and kept looking back and forth between me and the hallway to the front
exit.

    "I'm trying to hurry as fast as I can," I said to the huge dog, pulling
my towel loose and tossing it in the hamper by the alcove entry.

    I stepped up to my locker and dialed the combo with my right hand while
I held my gear in my left arm and used my chin to keep it secure. I opened
my locker door and dropped my dirty stuff in the bottom of it. I grabbed a
clean jock and socks and snagged the set of sweats that I had worn earlier,
setting them on the changing bench behind me. I realized I had dropped my
sneakers in the bottom of the locker with my used gear and turned back
around to get them. I became aware that Bacchus had quietly come up behind
me when he took one of his big tongued swipes up my ass crack when I bent
over.

    "Hey!" I said laughingly to him, "I'll let you have all the licks you
want on my butthole later Bacchus. Let me get changed so I can take you
out."

    He didn't understand a word I said and got in another big slurp between
my butt cheeks as I retrieved my athletic shoes. I was tempted to just stay
bent over and let him keep licking, it felt so good, but I knew that might
lead to him jumping on me and trying to plant his huge cock and knot up my
ass. I for sure wasn't ready for that without anyone to help me get through
it, so I tried another tactic.

    "Sit!" I ordered him with the most serious voice I could muster that
still sounded friendly.

    I pointed to the ground in front of him like I had seen the Sarge and
Hodges do. It worked. Bacchus plopped his narrow ass down and looked at me
with his tail sweeping back and forth across the floor as it wagged. I
dressed as quickly as I could, sitting on the bench to finish with my socks
and shoes.

    "Alright," I said to the giant canine as I stood up, "Come on, let's
go."

    He understood that well enough. He kept pace beside me easily as I
jogged down the hall of the locker room to the front entrance. I opened the
door and Bacchus trotted through it and headed up the stairs to the gym
lobby. When we got to the top landing, I opened the far right door and
stepped into the lobby.

    The two Corporals had made some changes since I was here earlier with
SGT O'Malley. The wrecked doorway going outside into the front parking lot
was closed over with the gym doors laid on their sides and bolted to the
framework. The denuded tree trunk had been rolled over in front of the
demolished trophy case on the far wall. I guessed that the two Army studs
had found a janitorial supply closet, because the water, ice, snow, and
debris had all been swept and mopped up. I could see a large trash bin by
the tree trunk where they had dumped the trash and broken tiles.

   It took me about five minutes to get to the loading dock and let Bacchus
take care of his business. All around the enclosed area the storm blew snow
and ice in deep drifts cutting it off from the outside. It was already at
least eight feet high on the sloping drive from the dock to the back road
of the school. The right hand side of the roof was collapsed onto the
cinderblock wall that enclosed the bay on both sides.

    I called Bacchus back when he finished and looked to be about to set
off exploring. I didn't want to hang out in this bleek cold place any
longer than I had too. Besides the creepy feeling from being surrounded by
the oppressive storm, I was freezing my ass off. I had better things
planned for it than to let it turn into a popsicle. Bacchus came readily
when I called him. I carefully shut the back door and we made our way back
to the gym lobby and the stairway down to the locker room. I got back to my
locker alcove and came face to face with Mitch and Brett who were both
stark naked with towels over their shoulders opening their lockers.

    "Hi guys," I said as I went to open my own locker, "Did you sleep
well?"

    "Like a baby," Brett said smiling at me, "But I wish you had waited on
us. I want to go outside and see what's going on."

    "There really isn't anything to see," I said kicking off my shoes,
"There's a huge snow drift all around the loading dock and all you can see
is swirling sheets of snow and ice over the top of it below the roof
covering, and the roof has collapsed on one side. It was mostly just
creepy, sort of like Bacchus and I were the only living things in the whole
world. The only other thing out there is the sound of the howling storm."

    "See, just what I told you," Mitch said to his best friend as he
collected what he was going to wear from his locker, "It's going to be like
that for the next two days."

    "And here I was hoping that you had gotten that know-it-all cocky
attitude fucked out of you," Brett teased him and stepped into the
jockstrap he had in his hand.

    "Nope," the senior baseball jock said putting on his own strap,
"There's still some left if you think your dick is up to the challenge."

    "Is that an offer?" the super attractive Brett asked with a sly grin as
he adjusted his package in his pouch.

    It looked like the two of them were leading up to having a go at each
other right here in our locker alcove. Their interaction had me smiling at
both of them. I knew that if they did start fooling around that I would be
drawn into it too, but I had something else on my mind. I pointed at the
floor to Bacchus who stood by me and he sat down without me having to say a
word. That was so cool. It was a type of sign language and that meant that
the Great Dane was pretty darn smart. Both hot stud seniors noticed what I
had done and looked at me.

    "Can ask you guys something?" I queried.

    "Sure Justin," Mitch responded.

    "I bet you have a ton of questions," Brett added.

    "Yeah, I do," I said, "But right now what I want to know is what it's
like to get fucked by a dog. I mean, you know, like when it was your first
time."

    "You mean like what I was thinking, or what it felt like?" Brett asked
sitting down on the bench to put on his socks, "Oh, and before you get all
dressed out in PT gear, O'Malley said he wants us in just jocks, socks, and
shoes."

    "Yeah, I know," I said with a laugh, "He told me before you two
sleeping beauties ever woke up. But anyway, I guess I want to know
both. Tell me what you were thinking first."

    "He was thinking that he was going to be stuck on Magroo's cock until
his dad got home and then killed him," Mitch answered laughing, "He didn't
know jack-shit about a dog's knot."

    "It wasn't funny at the time," the football stud said, "And you weren't
exactly Mr. Cool about it either as I remember."

    "I didn't know it could happen with people," Mitch defended himself,
"At least I knew what a a dog tie was."

    "Yeah, well I didn't grow up on a farm watching animals fuck from
before I could even walk or talk," Brett responded.

    "Hold on you two," I interrupted their quips, "Why don't you tell me
how it happened first and then I'll know what to ask about it from
there. I'm guessing from what you just said that you got it first Brett,
right?"

    "Yep," he said gloating, "I was the first one."

    "Only by two hours," Mitch added.

    "Okay, okay. So BRETT, what happened?" I asked him pointedly, giving
Mitch my best 'let him talk' look, "Did you just decide to let your dog
fuck you because he had a hard-on or something?"

    "No, it was a surprise," he explained, "Mitch and I were down in my
basement fooling around. We ended up on the floor in a sixty-nine. We
hadn't really fucked each other yet, not really, but Mitch had let me hump
my dick between his cheeks and he had done me that way too. We were both
always ready to get a nut since the first night we had felt each other up
until we came on a sleep over at his place. Anyway, that progressed to
jerking each other off and then sucking, typically boy on boy stuff."

    "Yeah?" I encouraged him to continue.

    "Okay, so we were on the floor sucking each other off going for the
cream so to speak," he went on with Mitch nodding his head in agreement,
"It just so happened that I was on top. It really could have been either of
us, it just happened to be me at the time. All of a sudden I felt something
cold and wet poking at my butt. I jerked in surprise and quit sucking
Coffield's piece to turn my head and see what he was doing to my ass. It
wasn't him. I had thought it was, because lately we had started to be
pretty curious about each other's buttholes. We were well on our way to
resolving our curiosity about all this stuff we were hearing and learning
about fucking. But it wasn't my buddy, it was my dog. Mitch got off my dick
to see what I was doing and why I had stopped slurping on his rod. Well,
Magroo stuck his snout in my crack and gave me a lick from the back of my
balls to the hollow of my back. It sent shivers up and down my spine and I
let out a moan of pleasure. Mitch told me, 'He's licking your butthole.' I
told him that I knew that. So to make a long story short, I let him
lick. Mitch was hypnotized watching and before either one of us had any
clue as to what was going to happen, Magroo mounted my ass and in two
pokes, which surprised me so much I didn't do anything, he had his wet
doggie pecker up my ass. Well, you know how dogs fuck. In less than a
minute, it was his first and he was probably on a hair trigger, he knottted
me. It hurt, pretty bad, but I was already close to cumming from Mitch
blowing me and Magroo's knot twitching against my prostate set me off and
my dick exploded, covering Coffield's chest with the biggest load of cum
either one of us had ever shot. And so that's how I got my first
knot. After Mitch calmed me down from being panicked about being stuck to
my dog, we just waited and not too much later, I guess it was about ten
minutes or so, my boxer's knot went down and his cock came sloshing out of
my ass along with river of his cum. Mitch was so turned on and excited
about it that he did it too as soon as we could get Magroo to show any
interest in it. So there you have it. We've been fucking each other and
getting fucked by my dog and now both of our dogs ever since."

    "So Justin, you think you want to try it at my place next weekend when
you come over?" Mitch asked me.

    "You mean if I get to come over don't you?" I replied.

    "Don't sweat it Woodley," Brett interjected, "You don't know his
mom. She can be pretty persuasive."

    "I'm not sure that's the right word," Mitch said with a laugh, "But
he's right, she'll make sure to get you there. So how about it? Brett can
bring Magroo and we'll have Bop too. The dogs can do it often enough that
we'll all get a good workout."

    "I think I will if we get to have your birthday sleepover," I said,
"But I was more concerned with having to cancel because of the storm. We
don't really know the extent of the damage yet. We all might have to be
working our asses off cleaning up and doing repairs instead of with dog
cock. Besides, I was thinking of trying it sooner than that."

    "That might not work out," Mitch stated, "Like you said, the storm and
all, but if we get a chance, I'm all for us getting together so you can get
knotted your first time."

    "Oh come on," Brett added, "We gotta be able to find some place and the
time this week after we get outa here. You're gonna love it Woodley."

    "Actually," I said watching for their reactions, "I was thinking of
even sooner."

    It took them a couple of seconds to catch on, but when they did, I saw
both of their eyes get big and buggy.

    "No way!" Mitch was the first to reply.

    "Fuck Justin!" Brett exclaimed, "Are you really thinking about trying
Bacchus? He's huge! His cock and knot have the Sarge beat in the size
department man."

    "You took it," I said.

    "Barely and it was almost too much," the handsome football stud said,
"And besides, I've been taking dog knots for a couple of years now and I
really like the way they control you. It's like what Sarge was talking
about, you know, a fetish thing."

    "Okay then, let me ask you one thing," I said as we all finished
putting on our gym shoes.

    "What?" asked Mitch making a final adjustment to his jock pouch,
deciding to go with his dick pointing up since it was half hard now.

    "Do you think you guys could get me ready for it? I asked, "You know,
like prep me the way you did for me earlier so I could get fucked
easier. And by the way, thanks Brett! It was fantastic, well after that
first ripping pain anyway."

    "Hey pal, it was really my pleasure, literally," he said with a sexy
smile, "I'm sorry it hurt at first. We warned you. I went through it
too. So did Mitch."

    "Yeah," Mitch agreed, "I remember that stabbing burn all too well. But
that's probably nothing compared to the hurting Bacchus will put on your
ass. I don't know why we're even talking about it. O'Malley will never go
for it."

    "Yeah he will," I said walking over to him, putting my arms around him,
cupping both his butt cheeks in my hands, and looking into his sexy grey
eyes, "I asked him and he said as long as I question all you guys and know
what I'm getting into."

    "I think you'll be better off letting him and the Corporals get you
ready for this one Justin," Brett said coming up behind me and pressing his
jocked crotch firmly against my ass as he took my hips in his hands,
"Remember what Chalmers did to me? He made sure I was drooling crazy horny
before he let Bacchus mount me. That really helped, but it still hurt like
the motherfucker of all fucks. If it hadn't of been for the poppers, I
would have passed out when that giant knot busted my asshole open."

    "Yeah, poppers will help," Mitch concurred, "But damnit Justin, Are you
sure? It could wreck your ass big time."

    "Not if you all get me ready for it," I said, "I'm beginning to think
that that is what O'Malley wanted me to learn; that you have to get ready
for something like Bacchus."

    The big Dane let out a short bark, but stayed where I had directed him
to sit. His tail was wagging and you couldn't help but notice the couple of
inches of wet, red, veiny dog cock sticking out of his sheath. Seeing it
made me tent my jock again for the umteenth time that day.

    "Well he's ready for it," Brett said letting go of my waist and going
over to pet the gaint canine.

    "It was probably because you had your butt toward him and he remembers
how nice it was," Mitch said giving me a quick lip smack and going to join
his goodlooking senior friend with Bacchus.

    "Aw Coffield," he teased, "You say the nicest things... SOMETIMES!"

    "Come on guys," I said, "I still need to talk to Hodges to complete
O'Malleys requirements. I really want to do this. I'll tell you why if you
won't ride me about it."

    "Okay, we promise," Mitch said elbowing Brett to get him to agree.

    "Hey!" the dark haired senior objected and got another jab in the side
for it, "Okay! Okay! I promise."

    "It's because of O'Malley," I explained as best I could, "He's got that
thing for it and I think, I hope, that he has a thing for me too. And I
want to see him shoot off just from watching Bacchus fuck me."

    "You don't need to hope for that Justin," Mitch said, "He's as much as
said he's all the way hot for you."

    "Yeah," Brett added, "Open your eyes dude. All you have to do is see
the way he looks at you to know that. Man, if you had seen the way his baby
bues lit up when you sat on his cock a while ago, you wouldn't have any
doubts."

    "Yeah Justin," Mitch added grinning, "I'm pretty fuckin' sure you're
gonna get an 'A' in JROTC."

    We all laughed as we headed out of the alcove toward the office. I
snapped my fingers and Bacchus lept up to join us. He managed to get his
snout in all three of our asses before we got to the partially open door,
not that any of us objected. The giant dog had one hell of a talented
tongue. We went in and Brett closed the door behind us.

    Luck was with me, because Mike Hodges was the only one in the front
room. The studly army hunk was dressed just like us in jockstrap, socks,
and athletic shoes. He was in one of the folding chairs tilted back against
the wall behind O'Malley's desk with his sexy muscular legs straddling the
seat. His package bulged invitingly and he gave the three of us a look of
pure lust.

    "Well if it isn't the three sexiest studs in the school," he said in
greeting and grabbed his crotch, "Anything I can do for you, or you want to
do for me?"

    "Yeah Mike, there is," I said smiling at him suggestively.

    "Hot damn!" he said jumping up, "Any way you want it Woodley! I'm
easy."

    "Yeah, we know," Brett stated sarcastically.

    "Like you're not?" Hodges came back holding his own against Stanton's
witty reparte, "I haven't seen you playing hard to get."

    "And you won't," Mitch said with a chuckle.

    "Fuck you both!" the football jock said.

    "ANYTIME!" the Corporal and Mitch replied loudly and simultaneously.

    They took a split second to look at each other with surprise and all
four of us broke out laughing. It was a relaxed moment of enjoyment and we
shared it readily. When we finished with our last snorts of amusement,
Hodges looked at me eagerly.

    "What are you offering Justin?" he asked, "Or would you rather be
spontaneous?"

    "I just want to ask you a few questions Mike," I answered causing a
brief flash of disappointment to cloud his blond handsome features,
"Sorry."

    "Oh, don't mind me," he said taking a seat on O'Malley's still cleared
desk and regaining his friendly smile, "It's just that I have had about the
best fucking, and I mean fucking for real, time with you guys that I've
ever had in my life. I don't know that a 'Thank you' is enough, but THANKS
guys! Now whadda ya want to know? I'll tell ya anything that's not
government classified."

    "It's about dogs," I started watching Bacchus go to his usual place by
O'Malley's desk and lay down, "Getting fucked by one I mean."

    "Yeah," the Corporal said, "What about it?"

    "Uh... is there any certain way you get ready for it?" I asked, "I mean
so it doesn't hurt as much."

    "That depends on the dog," he replied, "Take Bacchus here for example,
"It doesn't matter how much I get ready for him, even getting the Sarge or
Chalmers to fist me first, it's still gonna hurt at first because he has
such a huge knot and it forms fast. I've tried to take him deep before it
gets big, but his hips have such a long fuck stroke to them that he's gonna
poke the thing in and out of you anyway until it's too big to slide in and
out without it causing him, not you, pain. Other dogs, with smaller cocks
and knots, not necessarily smaller dogs, don't hurt at all. They plow into
you deep and have a shorter stroke, so the knot grows inside you instead of
getting hammered in. So just taking the usual lube and fingers routine for
getting fucked by any dick works. Anything else?"

    "Yeah," I continued, "Is Bacchus' knot the biggest one you've taken?"

    "No," the sexy army hunk answered, "Don't laugh, but there was this
Basset Hound..."

    "How in the hell did a Basset Hound get up hiigh enough to mount your
ass?" Brett asked interrupting with the same question that went through my
mind.

    "Think about it Stanton," Hodges replied, "I was laying down flat with
my legs spread wide you doofus."

    "Oh," the hot senior jock said, "Sorry, I got it now, go on."

    "As I was saying," The Corporal began again, "There was this Basset
hound... and Chalmers dared me to do him. I think he thought that it would
be amusing to see me getting fucked by the short heavy dog. So this dog
went to licking me good. He was just the perfect height to meet my asshole
with his tongue head on. After giving me the best rim job I've ever had, he
hopped up over my ass and went to jabbing at my crack with his cock. I had
to reach back and aim it at my hole and when I got my hand on it I knew I
was in for major fucking. His piece was huge, easily eleven inches already
and it was still thin, not engorged much at all yet. I could barely feel
the raised edge of his knot and it was a good nine inches back of his blunt
tip. So he put it to me good. He fucked his cock all the way up my chute
with his first thrust and kept dicking me at ninety miles an hour for over
ten minutes, That's a long time for a dog to fuck. Most of them are locked
and unloading in less than three like Bacchus. About half way through my
pounding, I felt his knot start to expand in my hole. I was deep in me,
just past my prostate and it grew. And it grew, and it grew some more. Not
only did that knot grow to about the size of a small cantalope, but his
cock swelled up to about five times the thickness he started with and it
snaked a good two more two inches deeper in me. I ended up with about
fourteen inches of big fat dog dick stuck in my ass with a knot bigger than
a softball locking it in place. I was howling in pain and having the cum
forced out of me by that knot all at the same time. Chalmers just sat in
front of me with his legs spread to either side of me jacking off the whole
time. I couldn't even suck him, and you all know how much I like that,
because I couldn't keep my mouth closed long enough to get it on his
dripping prick. I was moaning, groaning, and yelling so much that my
cocksucking skills were out of commission. Well, the fucking monster dicked
hound didn't turn on me and I'm not sure I would have survived it anyway,
but he just relaxed and lay on my backside, drooled, and pumped me full of
his puppy makers. He jetted dog spew so far up in me I could feel my
stomach getting warm from it. He came in me for twenty minutes continously
and then gave my ass a big tug with his knot. I yelled and reached back
with both hands to hold him in place, but I needn't have because he just
repositioned himself and rested while his knot shrank. It took about five
more minutes for that boulder sized knot to go all the way down. When it
was back to manageable proportions, he backed it out of my ass and left me
laying there all sprawled out and knot fucked comatized. He didn't even
lick up his jizz that was slopping out of my hole like slow gushing
volcano. Rob did though. That is, he ate the dog cum from my ass after he
pasted my face with about ten heavy shots from his cock."

    By the time Mike finished telling us about the Basset Hound, he had all
three of us squirming and rubbing our hardons in our jockstraps. I didn't
know when I had started to rub on my pouch, but I was not too far from
getting a nut. Brett looked close too and Mitch looked over at me and
grabbed my hand.

    "Save it Justin," he said, "You're going to want to be as horny as you
can if you really plan on doing this. Trust me."

    "Doing what?" Hodges asked and then I saw his face change as it dawned
on him, "You're thinking about letting Bacchus fuck you? Holy shit Justin,
you are the most come out and do it all stud I've ever met or heard of. You
want some advice?"

    "That's what I'm trying to get," I said, "And your help getting ready
for it if you will."

    "Of course I will," the muscle stud Corporal told me, "And if you take
my advice, you'll let me hold him and not let him turn for your first
time. That's how O'Malley did it for me. And let me rub a good squirt of
that lidocaine cream in your ass. Let's do it now. It'll numb your hole for
a couple of hours and it'll be all soaked in in about twenty minutes so it
won't affect Bacchus' cock. Okay?"

    Hodges made me feel a lot more at ease about it. He never tried to warn
me off of it, he jumped right in and offered to help. His grin made me
anxious to get on with it. I looked at Mitch and Brett, but neither of them
said a word.

    "Okay," I said excitedly, "Let's do this."

    Hodges got up and went to get the ointment from the supply
cabinet. Brett and Mitch walked me over to the mat that was still on the
floor in front of the row of lockers. Brett sat down with his legs out in
front of him and his back up against the rolled mat and had me lay down
butt up across his lap. Mitch hocked up a handful of spit, spread my legs,
and began to apply his warm saliva to my hole. I bolted up away from them
as I remembered what I was supposed to be doing.

    "What the hell?" Brett asked surprised.

    "I'm supposed to be with Chalmers learning the radio stuff," I
explained, "I'll be back when I'm done."

    "That's cool Woodley," Hodges said coming up to me with the tube of
lidocaine in his hand, "Take this with you and rub some in your hole if you
get the chance. You better go now, doesn't pay to keep the Sarge
waiting. Chalmers won't keep you longer than an hour anyway. It'll give
your balls some more recharge time."

    I hurried back to the storage room/emergency radio center, knocked on
the closed door, and opened it when I heard a mumbled 'come in'. Chalmers
was sitting at the radio with his ears plugged in listening to something. I
caught a glimpse of the Sarge down the hall past him collecting cans off of
the shelves in the back.

    "Hey Woodley," CPL Chalmers greeted me and checked me out head to toe,
"I've been waiting on you. Hold on a sec... School Base to Rural 44, come
in Rural 44."

    "Rural 44, School Base," a recognizable voice came over the radio
speaker, "We read you, go ahead."

    "We have someone that wants to talk to you Rural 44, let me put him on,
stand by," Chalmers said into his mouthpiece.

    "Rural 44 standing by," came out of the speaker beside the radio.

    "Here ya go Justin," the Corporal said taking his headset off and
handing it to me. It only took a couple of seconds for him to get it
adjusted on me.

    "Here he is Rural 44," Rob said into the standing desk mic, pressing a
button on it, "Go ahead."

    "Justin, is that you?" Ben's voice came over the speaker.

    "Go ahead and answer him," Chalmers said to me in a whisper, "The
headset is voice activated."

    "Ben," I said, "Are you guys alright?"

    "We're fine buddy," Ben answered, "How are you?"

    "I'm fine too," I replied, " We were all in the lockerroom when the
twister hit. We have emergency generators and everything."

    Chalmers let me talk to Ben and Will for as long as I wanted. It made
me feel better to find out that the two of them were safe in the tornado
bunker with the generator going and in communication with us and the
emergency channel. Ben told me to stay put and listen to the army
men. Will, being Will, had to tell me to make sure I kept the Sergeant
happy and did whatever he asked me too. I could hear the inuendoes in his
voice, but I guess he really was playing it cool, because Chalmers didn't
bat a lash. All the time I was talking, the Corporal kept up a constant
line of instruction on radio protocal and where the various controls
were. By the time I finished with Will, I had it down pretty well for a
beginner.

    "Okay Will, I'll get back to you tommorrow, School Base out," I said
feeling like a pro.

    "Tommorrow, I copy, Rural 44 out," Will's voice ended our chat.

    "That was pretty good Woodley," Chalmers said, "Make sure you remember
what you've learned, the Sarge is a believer in pop quizzes. But changing
the subject, did you decide that you're gonna do Bacchus?"

    "Of course he did," O'Malley said coming up behind us, "Did you do what
I told you yet or do you need some more time."

    "I talked to all of them," I answered, "And I think that I've learned
what you wanted me too."

    "Who says I was trying to teach you something?" the Sarge asked me with
a sly smile.

    "I do," I said, "It's how you are. So what I learned from talking to
the others, and you two, is that I need to get myself ready if I want to
take on Bacchus. I understand that it's not something I can just jump right
into on the spur of the moment."

    "And your radio com lesson?" O'Malley asked.

    "He's good to go Sarge," Chalmers answered for me handing the tall
studly redhead a walkie, "They're all three pretty sharp and sexy as all
get out too. The radio is on emergency alert status. I linked it to that
com unit so we don't have to have someone in here monitoring all the time."

    "Good job Corporal," O'Malley said, "So Justin, what's the plan? It's
your show now."

    "Well first I need someone to apply this cream to my butthole," I
answered with a wicked grin, handed the Sergeant the tube, stood up, bent
over my chair, and looked back over my shoulder at the buff muscular army
hunk presenting my ass to him, "I mean if you will please, Sir?"

    "You don't have to keep trying to seduce me Justin," the Sarge said
laughing and unscrewed the cap, "I'm seduced, one hundred percent."

    "Woodley," Chalmers said to me laughing himself, "Can I take care of an
obligation before you get going with Bacchus? It won't take long and it'll
give you some time to let that cream work and soak in. You don't want to
numb that dog's cock. He'll keep you knotted for god knows how long if you
do."

    "I know, Corporal Mike already told me. Now I know why," I answered as
O'Malley squeezed out a generous amount of the ointment on his first two
right fingers and casually worked them into my crack and onto my twitching
asshole, "Is it the thing with Mitch?"

    "Yeah," he answered, "I want to get it out of the way."

    "What are you two talking about?" Sarge asked us as he inserted his
forefinger in my rectum and began stroking the numbing cream all around my
quivering pucker.

    "I want to make some recompense to Coffield for blistering his butt,"
Chalmers explained, "We worked it out between us."

    "Go ahead Rob," I said trying my best not to moan in my enjoyment of
O'Malley's fingering, and then I asked, "Can we watch?"

    "I'm counting on it," Chalmers said and with a wink at both of us he
opened the door and left.

    "Is there something I need to know," the Sarge asked me while he kept
working the unguent into my anal ring, now using three fingers.

    "No," I replied, let it be a surprise, "I think you'll approve."

    My cock was as hard as it had ever been, tenting my jock pouch out
lasciviously. O'Malley's jock was just as distended and that made me even
hornier. I was taking Mitch's advice to heart. I was going to make sure I
was as sexually worked up as I could be before Bacchus pounded his colossal
knot in my recently devirginized ass. Having the sexy redheaded army stud
prepping my ass was sure doing the trick.

    "There ya go you sexy wanna-be-dog-bitch," the Sarge said to me as he
removed his fingers from my hole and snapped my left butt strap lightly,
"Give it some time to absorb and then we'll get some lube and really open
you up. I think I'll let someone else do that. You've already got me
leaking like sieve."

    "Now that's the real plan," I said standing up and grabbing a feel of
O'Malley's extra large endowment, "Come on, let's go see the
Coffield-Chalmers opening act."

    "I'm intrigued," he replied grinding his boner into my hand and drawing
me with him out the door, "It's a good thing I can get you so worked
up. I'd be up shit creek if it were one sided."

    "I don't want to sound mushy or girly needy," I told him as we paused
in the hallway, "But I want to sleep wrapped up in your sexy arms tonight
while I've got the chance."

    "Just let someone try and stop you," he replied with a devilish look of
lust and put his arm around my shoulders to escort me into the office area.

    CPL Hodges and Brett Stanton were lounging next to each other on the
gym mat. We joined them and Bacchus got up from his usual place by the desk
and came over to lay down with his head resting on the Sarge's muscle hard
thigh. CPL Chalmers was standing in front of O'Malleys desk facing
Mitch. He had Coach Strickland's sinister paddle in his hand and he was
holding it out to the wide eyed senior. Mitch was hesitantly reaching out
to take it.

    "Ten good ones Coffield," the dark haired muscle hunk said, "For every
one that you pussy slack on, you'll have to take a real one from me. Got
it?"

    "Geez Rob," Mitch said accepting the proffered paddle, "Are you sure?
And I didn't agree to take any licks from you."

    "That's the way it works on a payback man," Chalmers explained, "If you
don't do it right then you have to pay for disrespecting my honor. Just
bust my ass good and you don't have anything to worry about."

    Mitch took the paddle in hand and tested the weight and balance of it
with a couple of practice swings. I wasn't sure if Chalmers was totally
aware of what he was getting himself into. I had seen Mitch swing a
baseball bat out on the field during his baseball PE class which was the
same time as my regular gym class. He was one of, if not the best, hitters
on our school team, and they were always contenders for the state
title. This year they were favored to win it.

    "Okay everybody," Chalmers addressed the rest of us, "I made an ass out
of myself by over-reacting to a little teasing from Coffield here and
spanked his butt until it glowed. I was wrong and to make it up to him, I
agreed to take ten licks from him with that paddle. After every stroke I
want you guys to count it off. If he doesn't dish out an acceptable lick
then don't count it. You guys get to be the judge of what counts. The Sarge
and Hodges already know the rules, so for you two, Woodley and Stanton,
here's how it works; I'm making amends to Mitch. He's honor bound to give
me the best ass whipping he can. If he slacks off then it's an insult to me
and I get to give him one swat for every one he wusses out on. I'm ready
when you are Coffield."

    The buff dark haired Corporal turned to face the front of O'Malley's
desk from about three feet away and bent over to place his palms on the top
of it. The position left his rock hard muscle ass sticking out ready to be
paddled with his jockstrap framing each well defined cheek. Mitch stepped
up and took a left handed batting stance and brought the paddle to rest on
the Corporal's ass making a few slight adjustments with his arms and feet
as he took aim.

    The baseball jock drew the paddle back over his shoulder and swung it
around fast, landing a solid flat swat on Chalmers' protruding
butt. 'SWACK!' the sound echoed loudly in the room.

    "UHH!" the Corporal let out a gasp.

    "ONE!" the Sarge, Hodges, and I all counted off.

    "You can do better than that Coffield," Brett said. He hadn't counted
it off with the rest of us.

    I elbowed him for being a dick and Mitch gave him a 'just-you-wait'
look.

    "What?" the football hunk said, "I'm just trying to be professional
about it. He can hit better than that."

    I noticed that his jock pouch was stirring and realized that the super
attractive senior was getting off on the scene. One more kink to add to
O'Malley's list.

    "That's probably the best he can do," Chalmers taunted Mitch with a
smirk, "He's just a kid after all."

    "Go on Coffield," Sarge said, "It counts, you got three of us to call
it, but you better put some more umph into the next nine or I won't count
it. Let go. Enjoy it. He sure didn't hold back when he thrashed your
butt. I can still see the handprints."

    The Sarge was right. From where we were all watching on the mat, we
could see the red outline of one of Chalmers' handprints on his left
cheek. Mitch took a deep breath a drew back for another swing. A bar of
angry red divided in two by his crack started to glow on the Corporal's
butt.

    "Alright you cocky smart ass army slut," the teen said getting worked
up, "Try this one out!"

    Mitch came around with a powerhouse swing. 'THA-WACKKKK!' The blow
landed flat and clean. The sound alone let me know it was way harder than
the first one. The impact knocked Chalmers flat on his chest on the
desk. Blister circles from the holes in the paddle immediately showed on
the Corporal's white ass.

    "AHHHH! FUCK!" Chalmers yelled.

    "TWO!" the four of us yelled out almost cheering as we got into the
spirit of it.

    "Now that's my Mitchman!" Brett exclaimed giving his buddy a raised
fist of approval.

    I would have felt sorry for Rob except for the fact that I noticed his
cock swelling in his jock. O'Malley saw me make my observation and gave me
a wink. Mitch drew the paddle back and rested it on his shoulder.

    "Assume the position bitch!" he ordered the swat shocked Corporal.

    Chalmers got back into place and this time I could see him tensing up
for the oncoming swat. Mitch came around with another big swing and landed
it solidly on just the right cheek of the bent over army stud. 'SHWAAACK!'
The sound of the paddle's impact rang out once again.

    "ARGH! FUCK YOU COFFIELD!" Chalmers yelled as Mitch put an uneven burn
on the brawny man's burly buns.

    "THREE!" our combined voices counted out.

    "Maybe I'll let you after I set your hot ass on fire," Mitch retorted
to the Corporal, "Here! Let me even that out for you."

    The baseball stud came around with another vicious swing of the paddle,
this one aimed for the left cheek. 'SHA-THWACKKK!'

    "AHH! FUUUUUCKKKKK!" Chalmers cried out and I saw beads of sweat
forming on his forehead as his ass started becoming a uniform red with
scattered welted circles from the paddle's holes.

    "FOUR!" we counted whole heartedly.

    MItch came around again, this time with a swing that resembled a golf
stroke more than an at bat. 'SHLA-WHACKKK!' This time it was a meatier
sound as the blow landed on the underside of the Corporal's beefy muscle
butt actually lifting him up in the air an inch off his feet.

     "UMMMMPH!" Chalmers moaned in pain trying to muffle his outbursts.

    "FIVE!" the halfway count rang out from us.

    This time I could see that the dark haired hunk's cock was fully hard
and a wet spot was forming in the tented peek of his jock pouch. He was
really getting off on being spanked. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught
a movement from Brett and Hodges. The blonde Corporal was rubbing the hot
senior's bulge, circling his palm over the head of Brett's hardon, jutting
up in its confining mesh pouch.

    I looked back just in time to see Mitch's shoulders and arms bulge as
he came overhand this time and dealt a brutal stroke to the top of
Chalmers' sinewy ass. 'THWOCCCKKK!' It landed with another solid report.

     "UHHHM! Oh Shit!" this time Chalmers almost whimpered as his knees
drooped from the wallop.

    "SIX!" we acknowledged the stroke.

    Mitch didn't wait for the Corporal to get back up steadily and came
around with another understroke on the bottom side of Chalmers'
ass. 'SHLA-WHOCK!' The fleshy sound of impacted army ass rang out again as
the paddle lifted the Corporal up on his toes.

   "AHHHH!" the dark haired stud yelled and now had sweat trickling down
his face, chest, underarms, and back.

    "SEVEN!" we counted.

    "Get your ass back up there!" Mitch ordered the shaking Corporal.

    'Fuck' I thought as I saw that Mitch was packing a full jock pouch
too. I galnced over at O'Malley to see if he was getting off on it like the
other guys and sure enough his huge cock was rock hard and sticking seven
inches out the left side of his jock. He looked at me and reached out to
pull me to him with his left hand, while his right slid under my ass and
his middle finger went burrowing in my asshole. I joined the rest of them
with a full blown boner.

    I heard the next stroke, 'THWAAAACKKKK!' land barbarically and
Chalmers' response; "AAAAHHHH!" followed by a gasp of indrawn breath:
"UUUUUFFF!"

    "EIGHT!"

    We had barely gotten out our count before I saw Mitch swing again,
'THLAAA-WHOCKKK!'

    "Uh! Ahhh! UH! UHH!"

    This time there was no doubt that Chalmers was whimpering. His hard
cock was also jumping and jerking in his jock. It looked to me like he was
on the verge of cumming, but how he could be with his ass burning like the
pits of hell was beyond me.

    "NINE!" we all leaned forward to watch the final blow.

     "Cum for me!" Mitch ordered the Corporal, shocking me with the
savagery in his voice," "I want you to blow your fucking stud army wad when
I plant this next swat on your ass. DO IT!"

    And Mitch wound up and came around with the most powerful swing
yet. Right before the strokee landed, the teen jock tightened his arms and
stopped the speed of the paddle. He let it lightly tap Chalmers on the
bubble rounded apex of the hunk's taunt reddened muscle butt.

    "Ten," Mitch said quietly and Chalmers jerked and spasmed as his cock
let loose with blast after blast of cum, soaking his jockstrap until jizz
started slinging out the sides of his pouch.

     The rest of us were too surprised to say a word. I watched as the
handsome teen took Chalmers in his arms and lowered him to the floor,
taking care to pull the Corporal on top of him without his tenderized ass
making contact with anything. Mitch stroked and cuddled the army hunk while
he ended his climax and came down from his ecstatic high.

    "I guess I've got one coming from you," I heard Mitch say to Chalmers.

    "Ten!" the Corporal gasped out with a chuckle as he tried to catch his
breath and wheezed, "No... you don't. That... last one... was... the
most... diabloical hit.. anybody ever landed... on my ass!"

    I squirmed off of O'Malley's finger and snagged the tube of ointment he
had set beside him. Bacchus raised his head and licked my face. I ruffed
his neck and got up. I took five steps over to Mitch with Chalmers draped
over him. The Corporal was now beginning to breath deeply and evenly. I
opened the salve and squeezed out two lines, one of each of his swollen
burning ass cheeks. I gently began to lightly rub the soothing cream into
his left butt cheek. I saw a shadow cross over me and Brett knelt down to
delicately soothe the other half of Chalmers' still rock hard blazing ass
with the lidocaine.

    "I want that jock Corporal," O'Malley said coming over to us with
Bacchus at his side, "It's going to get a special place in my collection."

    "I didn't know you had it in you Mitch," Brett said with a little bit
of awe in his voice.

    "Me either," Mitch responded wriggling out from under Chalmers and
getting a hand from Hodges who came up on the other side of them from me.

    Once again laughter rang out between us. As Brett and I finished
treating Rob's butt, O'Malley slid his arms under the prone Corporal's pits
and hauled him to his feet. We all stepped back to give him some room and
he turned to Mitch.

    "So are we even now Coffield?" he asked the baseball jock with a wicked
grin.

    "Hell no," Mitch answered surprising the lot of us, "Not until you plow
my ass and use that awesome army tool of yours to fuck the cum out of me. I
don't know what you just woke up inside of me, but it's horny and I want
you to fix it."

    "Coffield, you read my mind," the dark haired sweaty Corporal replied
pulling the senior's head to his muscular shoulder, "Just give me few to
recover and I'll gladly fuck you until your balls are dry. I think that
Woodley's upcoming performance ought to give me the time I need."

    All eyes turned to me and I felt the heat of a blush rush up my face. I
looked around at each one of them and saw the most lascivious, lust filled,
lewd, carnal expressions I had ever encountered. After getting warned off
of what I wanted to do by all but one of them, they sure looked awful
fucking anticipatory now.

    The attention was taken off of me by O'Malley walking around to the
back of his desk and sliding open his top drawer. He reached in and came up
with a bottle of high grade silicone lube. He held it out across the desk.

    Four hands reached for the bottle. Mitch, Brett, Rob, and Mike darted
looks at each other and then they all turned to me. I glanced at the Sarge
and he winked at me and smiled. I reached out and took the bottle from him,
my mind racing with excitement and in a quandary trying to decide which one
of my volunteers to choose. And then a raunchy hot idea popped into my
head.

    "How about you all help me out here," I suggested, "There are eight
forefingers total between you. When you can all get your first fingers in
my hole together without forcing it, I think I'll be loose enough to let
Bacchus breed me. What do you guys think?"

    That set off a jumble of responses, all of them agreeable. The four of
them just stood there then waiting on me to take the initiative. O'Malley
stepped back and called Bacchus to him. He looked back at me as if to say
'Well, what now?'

    I eased my way past the four and got up on the Sarge's desk and lay
down face first, spreading my legs wide. I motioned for Brett to come
around to the back of the desk on my left side and for Hodges to stay on my
right. When they were in position, I was ready to start.

    "Okay Brett, you and Mike are going to start lubing me up first," I
said as my cock hardened back up in anticipation, "I think you both know
what to do. Mitch, I'd appreciate it if you could bring me one of those
exercise cushions for my head. I guess the cylinder would be best. Rob,
come here man and let me suck your cum out of your jock. Mike I'd like for
you to take charge now. You're the one that encouraged me to do this. I
trust you to know when to take it to the next step."

    With that said, I just relaxed my head on the cushion Mitch handed me,
closed my eyes, and let them go to work. I felt the cold wet chill of lube
being poured in my open crack and shivered as it ran down to my asshole
where someone's fingers caught it and began to work it into my hole. My
hardon was uncomfortably bent under me and I raised my ass to reach under
and reposition it upward in my pouch. In doing so I managed to impale
myself on a finger that had been lavering my hole. That felt good and I
squirmed back into it. It was joined by another one and the hand they were
attached to slowly forced my ass back down on the desk as it stroked my
prostate.

    A hand took the back of my head a drew me to the side a bit where I
came into contact with a sperm soaked jock pouch. I inhaled the thick
masculine odor while putting my lips to the cotton mesh and began to suck
the gooey residue through the fabric and onto my tongue. Another pair of
hands clutched my ass cheeks and began kneading them into
submission. That's when I realized exactly where my mind needed to be.

    I only needed to hold onto two feelings right now; horny and
submissive. CPL Hodges would take care of the rest. I let myself ride the
waves of lust that the taste of cum and the half hard cock in the jock
pouch under my lips gave me. I surrendered to the fingers probing into my
rectal tissue and tugging on my sphincter muscle. They worked my hole at
various speeds and in different numbers. I was vaguely aware of libidinous
whispers commenting on my current state and suggesting the next steps to
implement on me, but I didn't pay any attention to them. I let the four
studs use me any way they wanted and grew even hornier as I gave in to
their stretching of my asshole.

    They worked fingers back and forth, in and out, over and around, up and
down my asshole until I thought I was going to slide off of the desktop
from all the precum my steel rigid cock was leaking through the saturated
mesh of my jock. The numbness from the lidocaine cream made it hard for me
to tell exactly how many fingers were in my hole after the ass work had
gone on for some time, but I could feel cool air occassionally up in my
rectum so I knew my ring must be gaping open. I was on the edge of begging
them to let me come when Hodges put his lips to my ear and pushed Chalmers
jocked junk away from my face.

    "You're as ready as you're gonna get Justin," the blonde army stud told
me and I opened my eyes to see the four guys gathered around me with their
hands clustered in my ass, "Mitch and Rob have both of their forefingers
wedged into your ass and Brett and I have ours along with our thumbs in
you. Your ass lips keep nibbling at our digits trying to draw them deeper
into your fuck chute. Are you sure you want to go ahead with this? Bacchus
is prancing ready. The Sarge has been teasing his balls and sheath the
whole time we've been working on you."

    "Let him at me," I said, "And Sarge, come over here where I can see
you. Make sure you've got a good view. I want you to see it all from
beginning to end, especially when that giant dog knot smashes its way up in
my ass."

    O'Malley stepped into view holding a bottle of poppers. He moved right
up beside me. His throbbing man meat jutted out the left side of his jock
pouch and a crystaline drop of cock nectar glistened in the cleft of his
piss slit. The sight made me moan and my dick oozed out some of the same
juice into my sticky damp jock pouch. He grabbed my hips and moved me
backwards on the desk until my hips rested on the edge as Hodges went past
and around behind me holding an excited Bacchus by his collar. Brett held
my legs suspended behind me spreading them wider.

    The huge Dane had my full attention as I caught a glimpse of four
inches of red veiny dog cock protruding from his white haired sheath. He
was randomly spritzing watery precum. I felt a shiver of excitement with a
touch of apprehension go across my body. I embraced my submissive side and
let the throbbing sexual tension in my cock own me. I knew that any second
now Bacchus would seize control of all of that when he mounted me and began
to blitz fuck my ass.

    Chalmers slid a cushion wedge under my crotch and gave my hard rod a
squeeze in passing. Brett lowered my legs until the toes of my shoes
touched the floor then he leaned over and gave my loosened asshole a
kiss. I let out a chuckle as it crossed my mind that he was kissing it
goodbye .I took hold of both sides of the desk, let my weight come down on
the balls of my feet, ground my hard prick into the cushion and braced
myself for Bacchus.

    Brett moved out from between my legs and a glance back over my shoulder
showed CPL Hodges bringing the Harlequin Great Dane in to replace the
football jock. O'Malley uncapped the little brown bottle and held it to my
nose with his left hand. He held one of my nostrils closed with the thumb
of his right hand and nodded to me. The intensity of his look made his blue
eyes appear to sparkle as I took a long hit off the bottle. A lustful smile
came across the Sarge's face as he repeated the process with my other
nostril. Before I finished my second deeper inhalation on the poppers the
effects of the fumes started to course through my body.

    "Oh fuck!" I moaned and pushed my ass back wanting to get screwed hard
and fast, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

    Hodges slapped my ass and let Bacchus go. The giant canine bounded up
on my back and I let out an 'Uhph' as his weight landed on me. I felt his
hindquarters thrusting on my ass and his cock sprayed my crack with his
fuck lube. The Blonde Corporal reached between my legs and aimed the dog
dick at my loosened hole and let it go. I was suddenly crammed full of
almost ten inches of squirting canine meat. Bacchus drilled into me like
piston gone wild.

    "OH FUCK!" I yelled in pain and ecstasy, feeling every inch as it
slammed in and out of my ass, "HE'S FUCKIN' SPLITTING ME OPEN!"

    O'Malley held the poppers to my nose again and just like Brett had done
when the huge dog had pounded him, I huffed the open end of the bottle in
desperation. The vapors made my head swim and even though my ass felt like
a flimsy cardboard door trying to oppose a granite battering ram I thrust
back using my hands on the side of the desk wanting the growing fuck tool
to fill my chute up.

    "Take that big cock cadet!" the Sergeant ordered me in his command
voice, "Scream, yell, curse, or whatever you have to, but take that dog
fuck!"

    "AHHHHH!" I yelled in response to the demand, "OH MY GOD! HE'S TRYING
TO FORCE HIS KNOT IN ME! FUCK IT HURTS!

    "PUSH YOUR FAGGOT CADET ASS BACK AND TAKE THE KNOT WOODLEY!" O'Malley
shouted at me and held the bottle to my face one more time, "TAKE IT YOU
FUCKIN' SLUT! TAKE THAT KNOT AND BITCH YOUR ASS FOR THAT DOG!"

    The only sounds in the room were the roaring demands of SGT O'Malley,
my yells of pain and sexual moans, and Bacchus' rapid panting as he jacked
his engorging shaft into my burning asshole. I caught sight of the Sarge's
cock. It was harder than I had seen it get so far. Two large ropey veins
wound their way up the shaft to diminish near the head. The head was
turning a shade of purple and leaking a strand of precum. I wanted to
realease it from the jock pouch that held it at a right angle jutting
across his hip with the glow of red pubes framing it. There was no way for
me to get to it though, Bacchus pounding cock was torturing my fuck chute
so thoroughly that all I could do was hold onto the desk and try to
survive.

    The solid mass of his knot was repeatedly assaulting my suffering
asshole and each time it crashed into my anal ring the overstretched muscle
sent a rocketing jolt of agony through my body. This happened about twice a
second so I was pretty much reeling in a constant state of pain. Even
though the savage fuck of the giant dog trying to plant his needy knot in
my ass kept me in a state of anguish, I wanted it. The efforts the guys had
put into preparing my ass for this had made me as horny as I had ever been
in my life. The rush from the poppers amplified my lust and made my anal
gland crave stimulation.

    I took another long draw on the bottle O'Malley continued to hold by my
face, took a deep breath of determination, and shoved my ass back into
Bacchus' furious cock pounding. The rush from the chemical heated my face
and boosted my fuck lust. My asshole collapsed sending a blazing wrack of
burning pain radiating out from it that made my vision go dark.

    "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as a mass that felt as big around
as a basketball invaded my rectum, "AHHHHHH! UH! AHHHHH!"

     The breath was knocked out of me by the sudden viscious knotting. All
I could do was cry out in torment. And then my bruised and bashed prostate
recovered enough to respond to the intrusion. It pulsed against the lump of
dog flesh and violently hurled me into an orgasm. My violated sphincter
convulsed and clamped down on the tube of Bacchus' flexure that connected
to his knot. I felt the knot rearrange my intestines to accommodate its
bulk. The thick slab of dog dick that preceded the knot enlarge in width
and length plunging deep into my guts. As my climax exploded from my anal
gland and crotch the pain from my savage fucking merged with it and my now
half hard pecker belched out a wad of cum that filled my jockstrap and
coated my balls.

    "OHHHHHH FUCCKKKKK! I'MMMMMMM CUMMMMING!" I heard the reverberating
words come out of my mouth, "UUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUH! UUUUUUH!"

    I let out a series of vulgar grunts while my cock went back to fully
hard and shot my hot slimy sperm into my pouch. I either opened my eyes or
my vision recovered enough to see. SGT O'Malley's masculine body was the
first thing to come into focus. He stood by me with his mouth hanging open
in lust. His shoulders were shaking and the sinews on his muscular frame
were rock hard as his body tensed up.

    A flood of warmth erupted deep in my guts. I felt the heated fluid of
dog cum deposited in my ass for the first time. Bacchus continued little
jerking thrusts at my defeated asshole while he dumped his dog jizz up my
knot stuffed chute.

    "He... he's cumming in me," I managed to whimper.

    The Sarge's eyes glazed over. His left hand freed his cock from the
confining pouch and he aimed it at me. His right hand jerked along with his
body and he would have dropped the little brown bottle if another hand, I
think it was Chalmers from the burliness of it, hadn't snagged it from his
shaking grasp. The big studly redhead's huge prick ejaculated a wad right
at my face and coated my whole forehead. O'Mallet released his cock and
thrust his hips forward. His huge meat shot off again and again, hitting
with his warm spooge on my neck, across my nose, in my ear, and then
directly in my mouth. I don't know how many other thick salvoes of man spew
he plastered me with because my body finally surrendered entirely to
Bacchus and his massive knot.

    I collapsed onto the desk. All of my muscles turned to water and I gave
in to being bred by a giant dog. The animal's hot discharge from his
enormous cock continued to saturate my insides and I swirled the Sarge's
wad in my mouth and swallowed it. My ass still felt like it would burst at
any minute. If Bacchus' knot had gotten just one centimeter bigger I was
sure it would have ruptured my asshole and rectum. As it was, it kept me
quivering in post orgasmic lust while I felt the bulky thing throb on my
anal gland every time his balls sent another shot of semen in me.

    "Good boy," the Sarge said to me and used his fingers to scrape his
gooey nut off my face and feed it to me, "Lay there and take that knot. Do
you like it? Did you get what you wanted?"

    "It's so fucking big," I groaned, "I can't even move."

    "You don't need to move," the Sergeant said, "All you have to do is lay
there and get bred. Answer me, do you like it?"

     I couldn't answer him because the pulses of cum pumping through
Bacchus' knot caused my prostate to jump, making my balls contract, and my
sperm coated cock gushed out another round of jizz into my jock. It was
thick and the amount was much less than my first load, but it still left me
feeling like my still erect teen prick was in a clinging bag of warm
pudding.

    "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" I cried out closing my eyes and felt the
electric tingle emanating from my dick flash through my body.

    "I'm pretty sure he's liking it Sarge," Mitch stated, "That's twice for
him in less than five minutes."

    "I didn't ask you cadet!" O'Malley retorted still in his domineering
butch persona, "You want something to say? SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!"

    The big tall Army Sergeant yanked Coffield over to him and shoved him
across my head. The baseball jock's mesh encased semi mashed into my face
and I couldn't see any more. I sure heard and felt things though.

    "OHHHH SHIT!" Mitch yelled, "FUUUCK!"

    His crotch was rammed into me and I opened my mouth to gnaw on his dick
packed pouch. His yells diminished into grunts and groans as his package
hammered into my mouth.

    "That's right cadet!" O'Malley said aggressively, "Fuck! That's what
I'm doing, I'm fucking your ass. I'm gonna pound your hot faggot
fuckhole. Take it bitch. Your ass is mine!"

    The Sarge screwed my friend with fierce thrusts. I felt Bacchus trying
to lift his right hind leg to turn, but Hodges held him firmly in
place. Mitch kept moaning and all of a sudden his jock pouch started to
ooze cum. I sucked it up greedily.

    "AHHH!" he bellowed, "FUCK ME SARGE! FUCK THE CUM OUT OF ME!"

    "YEAH! SHOOT THAT LOAD!" O'Malley joined him loudly, "UUUUGH! TAKE IT
CADET! SPREAD YOUR ASS ON MY COCK AND TAKE MY LOAD!"

    The hunky Sergeant drove his big stud cock up Mitch's ass and deposited
his load. The weight of the two of them on my head was uncomfortable, but
the eroticism of it added to Bacchus' spurting dick and pulsing knot made
me orgasm again.

    "OHHHH FUCKKKK!" My cries joined theirs and I wadded in my jock for the
third time in minutes.

    Sometime during my orgasm Mitch and the Sarge got off of me. As my
twitches and spasms receded, I opened my eyes and licked my cum covered
lips. O'Malley stood by me where he had been before his fuck attack on
Mitch.

    "I asked you a question Cadet," he said, "Do you like it?"

    "Sir, yes Sir," I managed to answer weakly.

    "Are you going to take dog cock up your ass when I tell you to?" the
redheaded hunk continued to question me as his Great Dane squirted hot cum
in my guts.

    "Sir, yes Sir," I gasped out as another glob of cum gurgled out of my
cock, "OH! UH! UH!"

    "And are you going to spread your legs for my Army meat every chance
you get?" he asked intently.

    "Sir, yes Sir!" I aswered willingly.

    "GOOD!" he approved, "Now let's see how many more times you come with
that knot locked in your butt."

    I don't know how many times I came that evening, but when I finally
felt Bacchus' cock slide wetly from my wrecked asshole I was too exhausted
to care. I was that pile of fuck goo that Mitch had mentioned earlier that
day. I took one last deep breath and passed out.

    I came too with a white survival balnket draped loosely over my lower
half. I was on my back and my head rested on a solid muscled chest covered
in trimmed flame colored hair. An brawny arm with a dusting of the same
hair was wrapped around me and held me close. We were on a soft but firm
surface that by the blue color I could tell was a gym mat. From the objects
around me, I knew I was on the floor behind the Sarge's desk. Sounds of men
engaged in sex came from the other side of the desk.

    "Hey," O'Malley said raising up to turn his head to look at me, "How
are you doing?"

    "Stiff and sore," I answered stretching my body to reach that
conclusion.

    "You put on quite a show," he told me.

    "So did you," I replied.

    "Yeah, I guess I did," he said brushing the hair off my forehead that
had dried there from being sweat plastered, "Seeing you getting fucked by
Bacchus really set me off. Are you still tired?"

    "Exhausted," I answered.

    "Then come here and go back to sleep," he said laying back down and
settling me back on his chest, "It's still early, only nineteen thirty, and
Hodges and Stanton haven't finished getting dinner ready yet."

    "Are you sure it's okay?" I asked, "It sounds like someone is having a
good time."

    "It's fine Justin. Go ahead and nap," he reassured me, "That's just CPL
Chalmers fucking the cum out of Coffield like he promised. They've been
going at it for two hours and your friend Mitch has nailed the Corporal's
ass his fair share."

    "That doesn't surprise me," I said yawning.

    "I'm not sure anything does," O'Malley commented, "Relax. Go to
sleep. I'm holding you in my arms like you wanted. Enjoy it."

    "I am," I said softly closing my eyes.

    "You are one hot sexy stud Justin," I heard the butch Army hunk whisper
in my ear.

    I felt his lips kiss my cheek as I drifted off to sleep.

             ***************************************************
    Justin had his hands propped on his manly thighs looking at us as he
finished his tale. He had a slight smile of rememberance and his deep brown
eyes sparkled in the pool lights.

    "Wow Justin," I said, "That was amazing."

    "Holy fucking wow!" Emery exclaimed, "I bet the six of you fucked all
week long, didn't you? How many times did that Sergeant get you to bend
over for his dog?  "
     "That's enough about me for one night Em," the tall hunk said, "I told
you what you wanted to hear. Give me a break buddy."

    "He did make good on his promise Em," Chad said running his hands
across my chest as I leaned back into him, "Let it go for now. If we're
especially nice to him, he might be persuaded to tell us more about that
week some other time."

    "I for one would love to hear it," Feron added, "That was great
Justin. Thanks."

    "Yeah big guy," I said, "Thank you. That was so hot... and personal, I
appreciate you're letting me get to know you that way. It was special and
you've left us all horny again. I tell you what. Why don't you guys all
spend the night or what's left of it? There's plenty of room. We can go
raid the kitchen and then get some rest. I'll get the place cleaned up and
back in order tomorrow."

    All four of them agreed and we gathered up our stuff and headed to the
house. On the way Chad held the plastic bag with our fuck messy jocks out
to Justin. The tall stud looked at me for my okay.

    "You deserve first pick after that story," I said and gave him a pat on
his sexy ass, "Go ahead."

    He reached in the bag and came out with my red cum soggy strap.

    "Sorry Chad," he said to the blonde hunk at my side, "I know you wanted
it."

    "It's cool," Chad said, "Besides I'm pretty sure I'll get to suck on
the real thing later anyway."

    "All you want," I quipped and reached in the bag.

    I came out with Chad's jockstrap and it dripped combined dog-man
seminal juice as I brough it to my face to smell the rauchiness of it. Chad
of course got Justin's black strap and I planned on manipulating him into
letting me get a few sucks in on it later.

    After we all had a bite to eat we separated into two groups and headed
for bed, Chad and I to my room and Justin, Emery, and Feron to the room
across the hall from mine. The three of them looked like they were planning
some more extrcurricular activity before they crashed. I was too. I took
Chad's hand and pulled him into my room and closed the door. I turned
around to ravish him and saw Volken laying on the floor at the foot of my
bed.

    "Well it looks like he knows a good thing when he sees it," Chad said
laughing, "Or better yet, when he gets it."

The End of Justin's Interlude

The main story will continue in Chapter 14


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