Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2005 08:12:04 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits.  Chapter 9

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Chapter  9.

Then of course, the white kids were butt kicked all the way back to barracks.
About twenty of the black boots were going to the club set up for boots for a
little beering up. The beer was usually lower in alcohol content than
regularly sold. They would see how things folded out for the night. All eight white
dudes were knelt with backs against the first floor bunks, two each against the
last four before the head. They wouldn't be going nowheres. Eight black
troops loomed in front of them and yanked the kids' tee shirts off....then just
stood in front of them...staring them down.

The white kids 'got it'. They pulled down the fronts of the black soldiers'
shorts and pumped each of those ebony rods before taking them into their
mouths. Ohhhhh mannnnn! This was amazing! These kids' lives had merely JUST BEGUN to
change.

Magic had several of the black recruits tearing strips of sheeting for
bindings. Without knowing when or if Sarge was going to come back, and still needing
to fun the whitetrash, the squad leaders had gotten together at mess and
decided to continue the fun and games on the second floor and keep a few troops in
bunks on the first floor to 'convince' Sarge, all was on the up and up if he
showed.

"Gwuawllp! Ulluppkk! Shpmmpp! Gulllllluppk!" Ahhh...the heartwarming sounds
of black cock at the gulp...."Errrphhh! Awllffgggggg!" Oh godddd. Most of the
cocks were throated through whiteface and the blackboi shoot blowed right down
into quivering bellies.

"Sqeeeussssssskkkkkppp!" sounded time after time as each ebony throat probe
exited those deep narrow sheaths of gripping whiteboi gullet membrane.

The gagging, gasping white kids were pushed down on all fours, and made to
shove their own cocks up the butt of the whitie in front. "Oh mannnnnn! Lookit!
Lookit!" screamed Brownie, self-annointed cheerleader in charge of
humiliation. "It's a whitie fuckboy train!"
he squealed.

"Let's go F-U-C-K-E-R-R-R-R-R-S!" Magic roared. "Get them fucking assholes
upstairs for some real fine black man-servin'!"

Shad was walking behind with a big shit-eating grin carrying the shredded
sheet bindings for the white tools. They were laughing so hard that some of them
were in tears. To watch the white kids with their cocks up each other's
asshole as they crawled down the aisle and up the stairs was almost too fuckin' much
to bear. They had their pussyslaves lay their chests down on the back of the
recruit they were inside of, and lick at them.

To make sure the first and last dude were not left out, a broom handle was up
the asshole of the last kid, and Brownie got down on his feet and hands,
facing up so that while he walked backwards on his hands, the first dude in line
got a cock to suck all the way down the aisle and up the stairs. As it turned
out, five more black troops swapped with him as they made the trek to the
second floor.

The building anxiety shown in the tented boxers of the sixteen bone-hard
black teen soldiers accompanying the parade of the white cumdumps was at fever
pitch. They were a-tremble at the sight of that shimmering sweat-shiney
'caterpillar' of white humping bodies, plugged into one another, buddy-rut-fucking all
in a row, tongues lapping up each other's back, up the stairs and down the
second floor aisle.....


Raw Recruits.  Chapter 9.


....whimpering, snorfing and sucking air and the lapping of buddy body skin
made the whole scene to be one out of pure erotics.

Most of the sixteen remaining black troops readying for action were also
participants in the earlier whiteboy ravaging that started out at the grenade
training grounds and continued on the march all the way back to barracks....and
then some.

No matter. Young and teen equals mothurrrrrfuckin' HOR-NEEEEEE with a
capital, "AHMENA FUCK ME SOME FAGGOT HONKY BITCH!" followed by, "....and then ahm
gonna fuck'im some mo'."

SUCK-sinctly stated! Them black bruthas was red-deeee!!!

Tears were streaming down the backs of the white spunkers being licked by
crying teen white cumdumps about to be punked into next week. And how! It wasn't
even 8:00 PM on Friday night, and there were easily 52 straight hours ahead,
give or take a cock or a bunghole, for the whitieboi fag team of 1st Platoon to
be taken to the depths of degradation, abuse, depravity and humiliation never
before heard of, seen or experienced by any group of soldiers at the hand of
their fellows.

The thusfar missing-in-action Sgt. Carter loomed back in the minds and deep
in the hearts of most of the black soldiers.....but not nearly large enough to
slow the slide into white recruit 'blackin'.

With all eight fucked up white teen boot cunt sniveling in their 'fuck-train'
down the center of the second floor aisle, the new voice of big and black
Private Kannell roared out from behind them: "HALT, CUNT!"

The white pussy caterpillar jumped, jerked, trembled and stopped its
knee-squeaking crawl, with whole new stabs to the hearts of the tormented teen
troopers. "I didn't say 'Stop fucking, faggots!' You keep bungholing the queerass in
fronna yuh!" With that he gave the last humpboy in the 'train' a kick in the
ass that rippled in fuck-jabs all the way up the sweaty, white 'caterpillar'.

Immediately the sad sack boots resumed buddy rut while they listened to their
future being screamed at them. "While you enjoying the warm fuck slot of yer
buddyfag in front, I wantcha thinking of which fucking queer out of yur sorry
lot is gonna be sacrificed to us tonight," barked Kannell.

Confusion reigned! Not even the black troops got it. Some of the hands even
stopped palming pud in their lost anxiety of getting to fuck these eight
fag-tools all night long.

As they closed on Kannell to plead their case, the black troops heard an
increase in the whining and sniveling at their feet where the cunt train was lost
in having to name one of them to take the cock all night for all of them.

It was not long then when one shaky voiced soldier boy sobbed out, "I
wi-w-will....do...it."

It was Pvt. Hinds calling out weakly from the front of the 'train'. He'd been
eating the leading black prick all the way up the stairs and down the aisle
while getting reamed by Cary from behind.

Kannell smiled and then ordered all the fucktools to pull apart, clean their
fuckbuddy dick behind them in the train, and then kneel at attention for
orders.

When their tear-streaked, dull-eyed, spit-slopped faces finally looked up to
Kannell before them, he ordered Pvt. Hinds out front and then had two other
'fag-whites' to get up on their feet and pull Hinds up to his feet by the arms,
"Hold them arms out and you fuckers hang on and don't let go of 'em, no matter
whut!"

Hodge and Denny ended up holding Hinds' arms tightly. Everyone waited.

"Now you fuckpigs listen up! Dis queerass jus' gived hisseff up thinking he
gonna kiss up to yo' new massahs, and get mebbe a break....and mebbe even he be
let go by the bruthas, and then we'd take it out on you cunt who stayed quiet.

"That don't cut it, fuckers!" Kannell raged.

He fanned out the newly smiling, relieved black troops behind the kneeling
white stooges, and then said, "Y'all got 10 seconds to start beating the fuckin'
shit outta this traitor fag in yur midst....or da bruthas is gonna beat the
fuck outta alla you's!"

Just as Shrummy got decked from behind with shot to the kidneys from a big
black foot, the other 4 troops jumped and mauled poor Hinds with both open hands
and closed fists in a combined rage venting their tension from their torture
these last days, and the conned anger instilled by Kannell.

The blood from Hinds' lip and nose oozed out and when he hung limp in the
arms of his holders, Kannell ordered them to drop him. He slowly crumpled to the
floor where the holders were ordered to lick the seeping blood till it stopped.

The four kids who beat their fellow sadsack whitieboi, were shamed at the
sight of Hodge
and Denny sucking the ebbing blood that they had caused. Some of them were
staring in disbelief at their own blood-spattered hands. Hmmm, shades of
Macbeth???

Kannell snapped his fingers and pointed at two of the bruthas to take Hinds'
bloody ass right there on the floor. "You two fill that cumdump to
overflowin', bros."

Before the other white troops could even think about it, Hodge and Denny were
shoved over on their asses as the two new black kids stuffed Hinds' ass and
bruised face with some handsome ebony prick.

Kannell circled his hands to the others, and each of the remaining seven
white boots were in the hands of two black kids being shoved and kicked toward the
empty bunks along the walls of the second floor of the barracks. But wait!

Kannell wanted some prelims before the main events...."Bring 'em back, bros!
Let's circle 'em round in the middle of the bay here first...."

The white troops were pushed out into the center of the aisle and shoved into
a circle with each fucktool facing one of the bro's. "A-kay," Kannell barked,
"kneel 'em cunt and have 'em kiss yer man-hang bru-thas!"

"Yahhhhh!" Kannell approved. The breaths being sucked in by each black kid
getting his tool laved, made like a sound of wind rushing through a small space.
Then almost in unison, "Suck'at thang, cunt!" roared the entire circle of
bruthas.

Kannell explained that he wanted all the bruthas to be able to see all the
others getting serviced as much as possible in these early adventures of "the
taking of the white recruits." So the black soldiers faced into the center of
the circle, and their honky serfs faced them, with their backs to the circle
center....on their knees.

As the bro's looked around at each other, they turned the punks around to
face into the circle now, and manipulated the heads and turned-up faces of their
sucker boys up under their nuts. Oh mannnn! The sucking punks had their faces
pulled up by their chins. Those manly black ballsacks, some stiff and tight
and others hanging soft and low made for sighs of "Ohyeh! Ahhhhh! Lap at it,
boi! Yehhhh...lick behind my balls, faggot! Yessss!"

The sensuous action of their white teen serfs was a sight! To be able to
watch all of the white troops' backs arched deeply sort of like a swimming
backstroke, with chins, mouths and noses burrowing under and into big black ball
pouches was something to behold.  The white kids' dicks hung mostly soft, in full
view into the center of the circle...legs spread out wide, feet planted...legs
trembling with the strain.

The remaining eight whitie tamers stood around the outside of the circle
getting a similar eyeful of these pure erotics playing out before them. It was
enough for all of the voyeurs to blow a wad without even touching their steeled
and leaking pricks. Them dudes was so fuckin' hard there wasn't a one of their
hoodies in sight. Them foreskins were all pulled back smartly behind their
throbbing, oozing, bulbous ebony-purple helmets. They were quivering with toes
lifting and digging into the linoleum floor. Sweat-sheen developed on all 16
fuck studs. The kids having that flat part behind their balls being
tongue-swabbed were trembling in need....so much fucking n-e-e-e-e-e-d!

Drooling white tool tongues sucked up into black bungholes now. Crazed! The
poor fucking black dudes were close to mindless. Some squeezed their leaking
pricks hard to prevent an early goo-spooo.

The recruits getting eaten out were getting the sight of sprawled out naked
white cuntboys facing up on their feet and hands, bellies and chests arched up
and bent backwards, quaking with the strain as they digged their faces up into
black butt funksmudge.

The eight waiting blacks on the outside of the circle, got the eye candy
sight of those pretty white boi heads bobbing up into their buddies' holes, and
getting to see up close those toyish pink tongues darting up into them sweaty
black creases. Oh god! Ohgod-ohgod-ohgoddddddddd!!! It was just so
beautifullllll!!!!

Pvt. Kannell, who was one of the circle outside was near speechless with the
sight of ravenous soldier eating! His face was contorted, displaying the pain
of the strain he was enduring having to wait for cockboi service....he wanted
to change the sucker positions but his trembling lips just opened and closed
without there being a single word uttered, beyond the whimpering from deep in
his super dry throat.

Then, in near total recovery, Kannell ordered the whites to drop onto their
backs and throw their legs up so the black troops could pull them back and
raise them white tooltails high to the sky! In a flop, slam and wphoosh, them
white legs were up under the arms of their black masters and them white butts was
being spit lubed for action. Big goobers of blackboi spit puddled and wiggled
like jello in them whitieholes! Ohhh mannn!

The entire circle of black fuckers got to watch each other, one at a time,
sink his rod through the spit bubbling up around their massive cockheads, then
d-i-s-a-p-p-e-a-r into pinky white punk pussy! By the time the eighth troop
buried his meat, he was in a frenzy. He had to wait that whole time as each bro
burrowed white furrow....and was all but delirious for having to wait
s-o-o-o-o-o-o long!

It was to cry for! Some of the black kids did indeed have tears streaming
down their faces as they felt steaming hot pink-pussy surround and absorb their
teen trooper tools.

Three kids bucked and strained, screaming out loud in their effort to keep
from blowing their load!

They all felt totally consumed by the soft whitie boyhole membrane petals
wrapping so sensually around their tools. The black grins got wider and wider as
they watched all the other studs sinking through pussyhole all together
finally. It was like watching a sex movie while you got your funs.....and in s-l-o-w
motion!

Kannell then gave the signal for all the others awaiting tool service to
kneel over the punks' heads on the floor and feed them faces some cock. Sadly, to
the tunes of a harmony of bruthah screams, warbles and wails, every one of the
face feeders blew his nut down through quivering pink whiteboi lips. The
gagging, gasping, gurgling and chuccing from the suckers' throats was something to
behold!

Their bodies jerked and bounced as they hacked and coughed with their mouths
full of cock and cumwad.

The topper studs were into full and frothy reamage now, pounding mandick deep
and hard down into those upturned boy assholes. Ohhhhh! Ohh!
Ohohohunnnnghhhh!!!! Around the circle, cock after cock went off deep in those sockets of
toyboysoldier joy.

Kannell, back at full strength after losing one load....in Shrum's whiteboy
stud mouth as it turned out, was up and directing the scene once more.

He moved the waiting black troops into the circle, and had each now fucked
out soldier make a quarter-turn to the right so all the fuck teams were in
behind one another around the circle, instead of facing into the circle. Now each
of the waiting fuckers was instructed to straddle the turned-up whiteholes, and
sinkhole his pud right in front of his buddy's cock which was slightly sof
tened in it's afterfuck.

Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!!! As the second black pricks were shoved into the whiteboy red
and swollen abyss of impending fuck pleasure, the cum of the stud still
planted came gushing up with the momentary opening between pussy and sunken cock!
Beautiful! Beeeuuuteefulll!!!

Both pairs of softened cocks hardened once more both with the sensation of
knowing his stud buddy's dick was sliding in alongside his own....oh, and the
gripshun of them tightening whiteboi pussyskins around them both.

Air-sucking gasps shot from the throats of all players in each of the
soldier 'fuck teams'.

"LET THE FUCKING COMMENCE!!!!" cried Kannell, who was himself planted into a
honky troop socket. The fuck slopping, shhllkky-shluupp sounds of driving
mancocks were sensually maddening to all the players. The smells of sweat, sex and
boyman funk drove every boy over the edge and the rut-fucking scene in the
center-circle of the second floor barracks bay was impossible for anybody
watching to keep his composure.

Anyone in sight of this erotic scene would have blowed a load in his shorts
without getting a chance to touch himself!

What beautiful fuck joy they all felt....then the wails and screams!!!!

It seemed like all the black kids in varied positions of upright, some bent
at the knees, some fully erect, others slumped into the shoulders of their
companion black fuck brother, were suspended for one moment there in
time....thennnnnn....the whole mass of manfuck flesh crumpled to the floor.

Cumslop oozed from all the voided white boyholes as the fuckers either fell
over on their sides, or just lay on their backs with their knees bent and feet
to the floor.

Even in their afterfuck, worn out from the abuse that started in their
whiteboi cunts the previous night, the eight white fucktools knew they were going to
have to eat out the slop of there fellows' holes, and the floor as well. It
was resignation with these kids now. In five short days they had come to know
what was to be their life....that of a slopsucking, fucking slave to their
black masters. Their masters was turning the worm for real....and the worm be
BLACK....HARD....HOT....AND D-E-E-E-E-E-P!!!


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