Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 01:08:11 -0000
From: Ted Gay <tedgay@btinternet.com>
Subject: Army Property - Part 3

I was directed to a tap in the corner of the hut where I had to wash and
shave in cold water, then I had to quickly dress and was led out of the
hut by three soldiers pulling me by my nipple, cock and neck chains. They
took me across the army camp to the parade ground. I could see lines of
soldiers in smart uniforms already lined up. As we got nearer, I could
see they all had their flies open and their big cocks out. They were
jerking them to make them hard. There really must have been 2,000
soldiers in ranks -- how on Earth was I expected to service that lot, I
thought, even though my mouth watered at the thought of all that army
spunk. It simply wasn't possible, it would take me too long.

We reached the parade ground, and the soldiers made me kneel down on a
little trolley. They then handcuffed me to the sides of this trolley, and
started to wheel me out to the first rank of soldiers, who by now all had
their cocks stiff and hard poking out of their flies and waiting for my
mouth to service them.

It was then I noticed some of my colleagues who had been on the peace
protest the day before. They too were shackled up in chains and handcuffs
and were being made to kneel on similar trolleys. Each male protestor had
two ranks of soldiers to service.

`Yes, 19 of your anarchist friends are here too. They've been pacified
with soldier spunk and made subservient to the army too. You're all army
property now,' said one of the three soldiers maneuvering my trolley
across the parade ground.

`And we haven't forgotten the women who smashed up that aircraft,'
said one of the other soldiers, `They are being taken care of in another
part of the camp. The lesbian soldiers are having first go at them, and
then the men will have their turn.'

`Right now, there's 100 soldier-boy cocks waiting for your mouth to
service them,' said the third soldier. `Two ranks of 50 soldiers --
here we are at the first rank. Get your mouth open and ready, boy!'

They wheeled my trolley up to the first soldier in the first line on the
parade ground. I found myself kneeling on my little trolley with a
soldier in full uniform in front of me, standing to attention with his
stiff, hard cock sticking out of his fly and also standing to attention.

As if to echo my thoughts, the commanding officer on his platform shouted
out to the whole parade ground:

`AttenSHUN! Cocks ready for sucking off! OK men, start feeding the
prisoners their breakfast now. First man in line, one pace forward NOW!
Insert penis in prisoner's mouth NOW! Prisoners suck off soldier cocks
NOW!'

The soldier in front of me stepped smartly forward, and still standing to
attention shoved his big cock right down my throat. I nearly gagged, but
knew I had to suck him off quickly if I didn't want to be beaten up by
the three soldiers who were escorting me. Two of them knelt on my trolley
beside me and started mouthing obscenities in my ears, whilst the third
soldier kept pushing my head forward on to the cock in my mouth.

`Suck that soldier's cock,' said a voice in my right ear. `That's
right, suck it hard. Remember the smell and taste of his cock. This is
Private Jay Smith. By next week you must learn to recognize him and all
the other 100 soldiers you will be servicing today by their smell and
taste.'

`That's right,' said the soldier's voice in my left ear. `Next week
you'll be blindfolded, and you'll have to name correctly every soldier
by the smell and taste of his cock and spunk. So when he shoots in your
mouth in a few moments, keep his cum in your mouth until you remember the
flavor.'

`Ready to feed prisoner, SIR!' shouted the soldier in front of me, as
his cock stiffened in my mouth and I felt his cock head swelling up ready
to spurt his load. `Cummin' in his mouth now, SIR!'

As he said that a huge jet of thick, hot soldier cum shot out of his cock
on to my tongue. It tasted sweet, but with a touch of spice. The first
spurt was followed quickly by five more, which I held in my mouth as long
as I could, but I had to start swallowing as more soldier spunk was
pumped into my already full mouth.

`Remember the taste of that cum -- that's Private Jay Smith's orgasm
you're tasting, son,' said the voice in my right ear. `Look up at his
face, and see who's just fed you your first helping of spunk today.'

As the soldier took his cock out of my mouth and took one pace backwards
into line, I looked up and saw his face for the first time. He was about
my age -- 18, with blue eyes and short cropped blond hair visible beneath
his peaked army cap.

`Where are your manners, boy! Thank Private Smith for feeding you his
sperm,' said the soldier on my left, slapping me in the face.

Still looking up at the handsome young soldier who had just fed me, I
said: `Thank you, sir, for feeding me your cum.'

The young soldier looked down at me as if I was a piece of dog-shit he
had just spotted on the parade-ground. He spat in my face and sneered:
`That's not all I'll be feeding you before the day's out,
fuck-face!' We may have been about the same age, but I was definitely
his inferior.

`OK, service the next soldier in line,' said the soldier to my right as
they pushed my trolley along to the next guardsman. `There's a nice big
soldier cock for you to suck on -- think of all the soldier spunk that
will pump down your throat,' he said.

The soldier must have had a 10" cock, and as he suddenly took one pace
forward the monster dong hit me smack in the face, smothering it with the
guardsman's gooey pre-cum.

`Don't he look pretty with soldier cock juice all over his face,' said
the soldier on my left, `Now open your fuckin' mouth and let him fuck
it. This nice soldier wants to feed you hot cum straight from his big
cock. Isn't that kind of him? Aren't you excited? How do you like being
orally raped by 100 soldiers on the parade ground, boy? Get that cock
down your throat -- this soldier needs to feel your warm, wet pussy-cunt
of a mouth draining him dry of his baby-juice!'

I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate the soldier's
massive weapon. He rammed it right down my throat, and I almost choked.
But I remembered I had to relax or I might choke to death.

`That's right,' said the soldier to my right, `Submit and take it all
down your throat. See those 10 medals on this guardsman's chest?' I
glanced up and saw 10 phallus-shaped medals on his tunic. `That means
this big soldier has choked 7 civilians to death by orally raping them,
and 3 more choked to death on his cum, so you better swallow quick when
he shoots. Remember the smell and flavor of his cock and spunk though,
you've got to identify him blindfolded when you suck him off next
week!'

I had already fixed in my mind how to identify the first soldier I had
sucked off today -- sweet and spicey spunk, that was Pvte Jay Smith. I
didn't think I'd have much trouble identifying this cock blindfold, it
was so big. But I knew I couldn't afford to make a mistake, or I'd be
punished. His cock had been lubricated with something which was slimey
and tasted of peppermint. The soldier I was sucking off spoke to me:

`Like the minty taste, son? I covered my cock with a special treat so
you'd enjoy your breakfast more. Remember that minty taste, boy! When
you taste that, you're sucking off the biggest cock in the camp --
Private Robin Wexford. How d'ya like me fuckin' your throat, son?'

I nodded as best I could, as I struggled with the massive tool rammed
down my throat, fucking it like a woman's cunt. I felt the monster prick
stiffen as it prepared to shoot its huge load down my throat. Seconds
later the soldier was moaning in ecstasy as he shot pints of thick, hot,
spunky fluid straight down my throat, bypassing my tongue. I knew this
was no good -- I had to get a taste of his load just in case I didn't
recognize his cock next week. I pulled my mouth away a little, so the
next six jets of spunk went right into my mouth and coated my tongue. He
was gushing soldier cum like a geyser, I had to swallow quickly or I
would indeed have choked to death on his massive load. His cum tasted
slightly bitter, with a hint of almonds. I'd remember when blindfolded
that this bitter almond flavored cum from the minty monster cock was the
intimate very personal essence of Pvte Robin Wexford. I drank in his big
manly soldier smell. I loved him, worshiped him, and I hadn't even seen
his face yet!

The obscenity of what I and my colleagues were doing suddenly hit me. We
were sucking off ranks of soldiers, one after the other, on the parade
ground of this army camp, in front of their officers. I couldn't believe
the depravity of what the Army was doing to peaceful civilian protestors.
I didn't have much more time for such thoughts, as I was ordered to look
up at the soldier I'd just sucked off and thank him for my meal.

`Did you enjoy eating that filthy mess?' asked the soldier, who I could
now see was over 6ft tall, with a muscular body and a face which reminded
me of Matt Damon. Very sexy indeed. I did love him, he was my favorite on
the camp so far!

`Oh yes, sir! Thank you so much for letting me swallow your orgasm, sir!
I love you, sir!' I said.

He saluted and said: `For Queen and Country! A soldier's always ready
to shoot! My weapon's always primed and ready to fire, boy!'

As I was pushed along to the next soldier in line, I could see all the
soldiers were now jerking their cocks. The soldier behind me pushing the
trolley saw me looking, and said:

`Yes, they're getting primed ready to shoot straight in your mouth,
boy! We haven't got all day, you'll just have a few seconds to swallow
each soldier's load then on to the next one. But remember the taste of
each one.'

So we moved on down the line. It went like this: I was wheeled to the
next soldier, he stepped forward and spunked into my mouth and the
soldiers pushing my trolley took it in turns to say each soldier's name.
I then had to thank the soldier for my cummy meal, and it was on to the
next.

Down the line I went: `Drink my spunky load, son.' `Did you enjoy
Private Derek Young's cum load, boy?' Sweet and thick, with globs of
jelly-like spunk, I memorized the consistency. `Thank you, sir!'
`Next! Private John Wilkins'... etc., etc.

I was getting so many soldier spunk loads in my mouth, all a different
flavor and consistency. How would I remember them all? I had to associate
their name with something in the unique flavor and smell of their cocks
and cum. I only had a week to learn it all. This was so utterly depraved,
I could hardly believe it was happening.

`By the way,' said one of the soldiers pushing my trolley as we got to
the end of the first rank of soldiers, and started working our way back
along the second rank, `Once you've memorized all these soldiers'
loads, and can recognize them blindfolded from the taste of their spunk,
you and your pals will be moved to the next two ranks. In the next few
weeks you'll all have serviced the 2,000 soldiers on this parade ground,
and memorized all their names from the taste of their loads in your
mouths! You won't be allowed to recognize them by their faces, only by
the flavor and consistency of their spunk in your mouth. This is so you
can thank them by name when they feed you thru the glory hole of the
suck-off cubicle where you'll be imprisoned for the rest of your useful
life. The only time you'll be let out is to service new recruits, who
you'll also have to memorize by their unique spunk taste.'

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was going to be locked up in a
cubicle, with just a glory hold to feed me soldier spunk, and presumably
piss, from anonymous soldier cocks. I wouldn't ever see their faces
(except for the new recruits), just have to recognize them from the taste
of their loads and the smell of their cocks.

`Disgusting, isn't it?' said the soldier to my right, as I sucked off
another soldier's cock. `Bet you didn't think the Army did this sort
of thing to civilians. We're trained to kill, boy -- just you remember
that! You and your anarchist peacenik friends are lucky we prefer to have
fun by using you as fuck-meat!'

`Yes sir, thank you sir!', I said as I swallowed my 52nd load of cum
this morning. Thin and watery -- Private Jim Collins, I made a mental
note as we moved to the 53rd soldier.

`If you think this is disgusting and depraved, wait till this
afternoon,' laughed the soldier to my left. `Remember, it's latrine
duty for you and your pacifist mates this afternoon. I hope you're all
thirsty!'

I kept on swallowing soldier spunk until we finally got to the last
soldier in the second line. As I got my 100th mouthful of army cum I
found it hard to swallow it --all the soldier sperm had filled my belly
and seemed to be stuck in my throat. No matter how hard I swallowed the
last few loads wouldn't go down -- I was literally full up. `Private
Jason Clark' said the soldier to my right, as I tried to remember the
flavor of his cum. `Thank you, sir. Thank you for feeding me your sperm,
sir!' I said.

`Look at his belly, it's bulging obscenely with soldier spunk! He looks
like a pregnant woman,' laughed the soldier on my right as they wheeled
me and my colleagues back to our respective huts for a rest before going
on latrine duty, whatever that meant.

`Yes, and it's oozing out of his mouth and nostrils too -- and he's
got soldiers' cum all over his face! It's disgusting! Sheer fuckin'
filth!' said the soldier on my left, whilst the third soldier was taking
pictures.

`Bet your parents would love to see these,' said the soldier taking the
pictures. `If ever you try to escape, we'll make sure they get the
videos and pictures we've taken of you this morning and yesterday, and
the ones we'll take in the latrine this afternoon.'

`I won't try to escape,' I promised. `I love it here. You are all so
kind to me, thank you so very much for feeding me such delicious army
food and for teaching me respect for the British Army'.

`Respect? You ain't learned nothin' yet, son!' said the soldier
taking photos of my cum-covered face. `Wait till you've been used as a
soldier's urinal all afternoon, and gang-raped up the arse by a hundred
soldiers. That'll teach you respect, boy!'

`And all that is just to break you in for the 5,000 American marines on
the camp to use as their plaything', said one of the soldiers pushing my
trolley.

We came to my hut, and they threw me in. Several of my colleagues were in
there already.

`Right, this is prisoner hut number 3,' said one of the soldiers.
`You'll be kept together from now on. You'll all eat from the
dog-bowls and use the buckets for your toilets.'

They then chained us all up around the walls, each with bundle of hay to
sleep on, two dog bowls filled with spunk-covered dog food and soldier
piss, and a rusty bucket to piss and shit in. We couldn't move far with
the chains attached to our neck collars, just up and down like dogs on a
leash. We couldn't reach each other. It was embarrassing, having to eat
cum-covered dog food and drink soldier piss from the dog bowls in front
of some of my best friends. What made it worse, I suddenly spotted my
elder brother over in the far corner. So he had been captured too. He
tried to avoid making eye contact, and I was disgusted as I saw him lap
up the soldier piss in his dog bowl. But what else could we do? We were
given nothing else to drink, and we certainly couldn't reach the cold
water tap in the corner because of the chains.

Then three soldiers walked in, and pointed to me and my brother.

`So you two are brothers, are you?' said one of the soldiers. `We've
just been thru the prisoners' papers, and we see you have the same
surname and address. Bet mum and dad are wondering where there precious
boys are, if only they could see you now.'

`OK, we're gonna have some more fun,' said the second soldier, as he
came over and unchained me from the wall. He led me over to my elder
brother, who was aged 20. I had always secretly fancied him, but being
brothers we'd never done anything sexual together. Besides he was
straight, with a girlfriend. At least he WAS straight till the Army
captured us.

`On your knees and give your brother a nice slow blow-job,' ordered the
soldier who had led me over to the corner where my brother stood.

The third soldier got my brother's smooth circumcised cock out of his
trousers and started masturbating it to make it hard.

`Your little brother's going to suck you off and drink your load,' he
said. `And we're gonna film it all!'

One of the soldiers started the video camera, as I was pushed to my knees
in front of my brother, and he was forced to enter my mouth.

`That's right, suck your brother's big cock. Do you like the smell and
taste of his prick? Nice, isn't it? Suck out all his sweet hot cum,
there's a good boy,' said the soldier kneeling beside me, who was now
jerking me off.

`This is so wrong, I don't want to do this,' said my brother, who was
quite religious. But the army could corrupt anyone.

The third soldier standing behind my brother shoved some poppers up his
nose.

`Oh, but you DO want to do this! You've wanted to fuck you little
brother's mouth and arse for years, admit it!' said the soldier.

As the poppers took effect, breaking down his inhibitions, my brother
started moaning as he fucked my mouth:

`Yeah, yeah -- I've always wanted to fuck your little girly mouth and
arse!' I couldn't believe my brother was saying these things to me,
what was the Army doing to us? `Drink my spunk, you know you've always
wanted to. That's right, drink your big brother's spunky load, swallow
it all down!'

My brother shot his load in my mouth, and it was absolutely delicious! I
felt utterly depraved as I swallowed it, but worse was to follow. Or
rather better was to follow, I was now so confused as to what was right
and what was wrong.

`I think your brother needs to piss now,' said the soldier who was
jerking me off.

`Yes, your little brother is thirsty -- give him a hot drink of your
piss,' said the soldier taking the video.

The soldier behind my brother shoved the poppers up his nose again. After
a few seconds he succumbed, and said:

`D'ya wanna drink your big brother's piss? Open your mouth then, here
it comes! Enjoy, you dirty little fucker!'

The soldier next to me wanked me right off as my brother started pissing
in my mouth, and all over me. I was drenched in his piss, and I swallowed
loads of it.

The soldier jerking me off whispered in my ear: `Yeah, drink your
brother's hot piss. You love the strong flavor, don't you? This is just
a taste of what you'll get from the soldiers when you're on latrine
duty this afternoon.'

I shot my load, as my brother continued to fill my mouth and throat with
his piss.

`OK, back to your place. We'll make sure your brother fucks your arse
and mouth every day,' said the soldier, leading me back and chaining me
to the wall again. `Have a rest for a few hours. You're all on urinal
duty in the main barrack latrines at 12 noon.'

I sat on the hay, and looked over at my brother. He tried to avoid my
eyes, but eventually our eyes met. He sneered at me and shouted across
the hut: `You dirty little faggot piss-drinker! You got me into this
mess. Persuading me to come on this peace demo. Now they're trying to
turn me into a faggot like you!'

`I'm sorry,' I sniveled.

`Yeah, well from now on I'm gonna use your arse and mouth whenever I
can,' said my brother. `You are gonna be the lowest of the low. We may
be sex slaves of the army, but you're gonna be my personal slave. A
slave of your slave brother, you can't get lower than that! Cunt faced
girly boy, I shoulda raped you years ago! You were begging for it.'

We sat around thinking of all the spunk we'd swallowed that morning from
the soldiers on the parade ground, and wondered exactly what urinal duty
in the latrines would mean. It didn't really take much imagination from
what had already occurred. Oh God, I was EXCITED!

... to be continued.