Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2006 13:22:41 -0400
From: Anthony Writer <anthonywriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Military Sick Call 4: The Barracks

Mason stopped by his barracks mailbox and saw the now-familiar envelope from
the medical center. It had been a few days since he heard from HM3, and the
sight of the envelope got Mason instantly hard. He tore the envelope open,
but was surprised at what he read:

	"Hey Mason, no matter what you do, don't drink any water from the water
bottles you get from the barracks today. Drink from the fountains or get a
bottle from the gym. Then set your watch to wake you up at 1:30 am - see you
then. -HM3"

Mason scratched his head a bit at that one - all of the soldiers in his
barracks used the water bottles all day long. Why would HM3 want him to stay
away from the bottles? Mason thought about it for a bit, but put the note
into his pocket and headed for breakfast. It was going to be a long and busy
day.

After breakfast Mason spent his entire day running from one duty to the
next. He had papers to file, uniforms to organize, drills to coordinate,
guns to clean and on top of it all it was 100F outside. Everyone in his
platoon was drinking water from the barracks bottles, and he noticed his
friend nick was really downing water. Nick was this beefy blonde guy from
Nebraska, but unlike many of the corn-fed crowd had a pretty trim waist
given his chest and arms.

The day ended just as most days do, with all of the guys coming back to the
barracks after dinner. Some guys read, others hung out and watched DVDs,
played some video games, and a few others played cards. About 30 min before
lights out, most of the guys took a shower to wash off all the sweat from
the day. A few guys pretty obviously jerked off in the showers, but by
lights out at 2300 everyone had calmed down and headed back to the barracks
bunks. There were about 24 bunks (two high) in the barracks, and the bunks
were all made up with standard government issue white sheets. Not super 200
threat count sheets, but the coarser and somehow crisper standard issue
fabric the military uses. The guys decided to sleep in the buff because of
the heat, and mason enjoyed watching all of the well built guys slide under
the covers around him. He set his watch for 1:30 am and drifted off to
sleep.

When 1:30 rolled around, Mason woke up to the insistent beeping of his
watch. He silenced the alarm, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Years in
the military had trained him to wake up quickly and in no time he was fully
awake. He looked around expecting to see a room full of guys quietly
sleeping, but was shocked and aroused by what he heard and saw. Instead of a
room of quietly sleeping soldiers, there was a room of moaning and writhing
men.

Mason got up out of his bunk and started to walk around. He noticed that all
of the guys were still asleep but instead of some being on their sides all
were on their backs, and all had rock hard erections. The guys were moaning
and slowly gyrating in their bunks, and their cocks had leaked enough precum
to make huge wet spots on the white government sheets. As he looked more
closely, he noticed that most of the guys had rivulets of fluid on their
tits, and almost everyone was sweating and not from just the heat. He
noticed more movement than usual over by Nick's bunk, and went over to see
what was happening. Nick had thrown off his sheets, and was flexing and
moaning much more than anyone else, bordering on convulsions. It looked like
he was trying to cum but couldn't, and the expression on his face was one of
almost pain.

Suddenly Mason heard the door to the barracks room open, and in came HM3 and
several other corpsman. They had a gurney with them, and a few wheeled
cabinets full of equipment. HM3 immediately noticed Mason and the convulsing
man and quickly brought the gurney over to Nick's bunk.

"Hey Mason how's it going?" Whispered HM3 "Help me get this guy onto the
gurney and out to the ambulance. We need to get him set up separately from
the others."

Mason stared at HM3 blankly for a second, but snapped out of it and helped
HM3 and two other corpsmen get the flexing Nebraskan onto the gurney. As the
corpsmen restrained the sweating man, Mason noticed Nick had covered himself
in sweat, precum, and there were trails of fluid coming from his nips. HM3
gestured to Mason to come along, and started to wheel the gurney out of the
barracks and towards a large ambulance that the corpsmen had brought over
from the medical center.

In the ambulance HM3 wasted no time getting to work on Nick. He started by
putting a gag into the man's mouth, then proceeded to connect ekg electrodes
to the spasm wracked body. Next he wiped down Nick's tits and cock with
sterile swabs, then connected the man's nipples and cock to what looked like
a heavy suction machine. HM3 grabbed two IV bags, expertly starting lines of
fluid into Nick's ballsack and a vein in Nick's crotch. Next came some
large-looking electrodes from the suction machine, and those ended up on
Nicks balls and the spot between Nick's scrotum and his asshole. Finally HM3
put a breathing gas cannula on the man, and turned on all of the equipment
he'd just connected.

"I hate it when this happens - some guys drink so much on a day like this
that we need to give them special treatment. We always connect IVs in your
groins, that way there are no tell-tale needle marks in the morning. Don't
worry - he'll be fine he just needs higher intensity milking than everyone
else."

HM3 was interrupted as the machine beeped, sent a high intensity jolt into
Nick's body, and kicked up the suction. Nick groaned and yelled from behind
the gag, his body flexed against the restraints, and HM3 and Mason watched
as a huge load was sucked from Nick's cock, and droplets were sucked from
Nick's now distended tits. Mason couldn't believe how hot Nick looked - the
bound and hairy muscular body tied there to the gurney and used as a cum
source.

"You of course didn't know this, but we milk all of you on a regular basis,
barracks by barracks. We prime you with a sedative/cum stimulator in the
water, then milk you at night. It takes about a week to make a circuit of
the whole base which is more than enough recovery time." continued HM3.

"Why do you do this?" asked Mason, partly horrified and party aroused.

"We keep enough sperm on hand for any of you to have a full family in case
you're injured in action. The rest is used for research."

"How long has this been going on? And have you, um, .." asked Mason.

"Oh it's been going on for years. Yes you've been milked every week, and
since we first met, whenever I've been assigned to your barracks, I've spent
all of my free time next to you as you've been milked."

Mason wasn't quite sure what to make of this, but he really liked HM3 and
was definitely happy and comforted that HM3 had been there for him. They
both turned around as the machine beeped again, and Nick went rigid as
another load was sucked from his sweating body.

"You're really sexy when you come by the way! OK Nick is going to be cycling
like this for another two hours. Let's go back inside and you can see how
the rest of this happens." HM3 then turned and led Mason back into the
barracks.

The corpsmen had been busy while Mason and HM3 were outside. They had set up
their equipment, which consisted of a central machine with 48 tube/cable
bundles, and two fan-looking devices. The corpsmen had connected around half
of the men to the cables and were busy working through the rest. HM3 brought
Mason over to the next soldier in line and began to make connections. The
cable bundle had tubes for the solider's cock and tits, and HM3 quickly
connected those. The bundle also had a much smaller electrode pad, which HM3
secured behind the man's testicles. Mason watched intently - the soldier was
his friend Adam, who had red hair and a very pale but muscular body. Mason
had always liked how his veins stood out, especially on his thick uncut
cock.

"We connect everyone in the barracks room up to the milker, then turn on the
equipment. The milker stimulates the guys, and the fans distribute a special
version of popper gas that really gets guys to cum. Normally we all wear
masks to protect us, but i thought it would be fun for us to make out and
enjoy the opportunity for government-provided poppers."

Mason smiled - he liked the sound of that. HM3 and the other corpsmen
continued connecting men to the machine. Mason walked around the room and
started to check out his fellow soldiers under the influence of the special
water. He always had liked the variety of body types in the military, but
never had the chance to just check them out. Everyone was in great shape,
but there were smooth asians, hairy italians, muscular caucasians like HM3
and himself, thick muscular guys, and thinner runners types. Some had lots
of body hair while others didn't, but all of their cocks were hard and
dripping.

Within 5 minutes HM3 and the corpsmen had finished the connections. Mason
looked at their handiwork - the sight of 40 men delirious with sexual
stimulants and connected to a central machine was a big-time rush. The
corpsmen donned their gasmasks, but HM3 gave his to Mason.

"I want you to get a chance to see what this stuff can do to me" explained
HM3, as he led Mason over to the central machine and flipped the switch.
"The machine doesn't collect the first load to minimize contamination of the
samples. After the vials fill, guys usually produce 2-3 more loads extra, so
the other corpsmen may have some fun with us using that."

Mason put on the mask just as the fan devices turned on. Even though the
mask Mason could detect a very faint smell of amyl, and when he turned to
look at HM3 he could tell the gas had filled the room. HM3's face was
totally flushed, and he had an almost animal look about him. Mason then
heard the unmistakable sounds of guys orgasming around him, only a few at
first but soon the entire platoon was ejaculating into the machines.

HM3 grabbed Mason and pulled the half naked solder into him. HM3 quickly
lost control of himself and started tearing off his own uniform to get his
body closer to Mason. Watching HM3 get reduced to a sex machine by the gas
totally turned on Mason, and he let HM3 tear off his Boxers and wrestle him
to the floor. The feel of HM3's sweaty body on his gave Mason one of the
most intense hardon's of his young life. Suddenly HM3 got up and straddled
Mason's sweating body, and lowered himself onto Mason's cock.

HM3 took Mason to the hilt and Mason was amazed at how strong the gyrations
of HM3's ass had become. Mason watched as a corpsman came up to them, took
one look, then grabbed the filling excess ejaculate bottle from the machine.
The corpsman brought the bottle over to the two men, then gave HM3 a drink.
HM3, totally lost between the gas, the idea of being with Mason, and the
thick cock buried deep inside him, eagerly drank down the ejaculate offered
to him.

The corpsman took the rest of the fluid and began to work it all over the
copulating men. The other corpsmen came over to help and soon Mason and HM3
were being massaged and tweaked by 4 sets of hands. The other corpsmen
ripped off Mason's mask, and with the first breath of gas, Mason immediately
felt a massive head rush. Within seconds he had lost himself, and eagerly
swallowed the collected ejaculate that the corpsmen were feeding the two
men.

HM3's bucking on Mason's cock became even more intense, and with a yell
HM3's cock exploded, covering Mason with a fresh layer of ejaculate. The
contractions around Mason's dick pushed him over as well, and the force of
Mason's whole body orgasm almost threw off HM3.

Unlike other times they'd fucked, this time both men were totally suffused
with this crazy gas, and both men stayed hard and connected. The corpsmen
continued stimulating the men as they got back into the sexual rhythm. Since
HM3 and Mason hadn't been drinking the water it took them much longer to
reach orgasm than the other men. They barely noticed as the room full of men
around them reached two climaxes as their own sexual energy built to orgasm,
but the other corpsmen did. The milker had filled it's 40 collection bottles
and now had cum to spare.

One of the corpsmen brought two hoses from the machine over to the men, and
put the hoses in HM3 and Mason's mouths just as they were nearing their
second climax. Both men started sucking hard as the machine fed them the
last of the platoon's cum, and as HM3 and Mason came in unison the last of
the soldiers had collapsed back into their bunks, completely drained by the
machine.

The fans automatically stopped, and the corpsmen opened the barracks
windows. HM3 showered Mason in a really huge orgasm, then fell down
exhausted on Mason's muscular chest. Mason wrapped his arms around the
drained corpsman, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

The corpsmen quickly moved through the room, disconnecting the men from the
milker and restowing the equipment. The corpsmen brought all of the
equipment back to the ambulance, and noticed that Nick was no longer
ejaculating and that his recovery cycle had completed. They disconnected the
corn fed guy from the electrodes and pumps, and wheeled him back into his
bunk. Finally they had to pull HM3 and Mason apart, putting Mason back into
his bed and wheeling HM3 out to the ambulance. The corpsmen were thorough -
when they were done there was no trace of the milking procedure that had
filled the room only minutes ago.

The next morning Mason and his platoon woke up, but everyone was complaining
they didn't sleep all that well. The guys thought it was the heat, but Mason
knew better.