Date: Fri, 16 May 2008 17:42:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sailor and the Sergeant 14

Sailor and the Sergeant 14 - Comments Welcome gruntraq@yahoo.com


Releasing his skull and shoving him away, Drill Sergeant pulled his
shrinking tool back into his jock strap. He looked at the two men behind
him and said, "Okay get him ready for the breeding". He then looked down at
Sailor and nudged his chin up to face him.  Chad swallowed the last streams
of Drill Sergeant's feeding juice and a sizable lump of apprehension. "Good
job boy.", Drill Sergeant complimented as he patted him on the head like a
dog. "Do what these men tell you and I'll see you a little later". He then
let himself out of the barn and the two men went to work.

The two bounding cops grabbed the Sailor under his thick muscled arms and
stood him up. Feeling a bit embarrassed having sucked off the Drill
Sergeant in front of them, he sheepishly looked around to see what was
next. One of the men said, "Let's get you cleaned up". They walked him over
to a stall in the barn made for cleaning livestock. The concrete floor had
a large drain in the center and steel bar rails on the perimeter for tying
up the animals. "Take off your clothes", one of the men ordered.

Chad stripped down and piled his clothes neatly like any good Sailor
would. As one of the men took his threads away, the other told him to grab
the steel bar railing and bend over. The man grabbed a hose with an enema
wand and turned on the water. Cold water it was, Chad winced as the man
began probing his hole and shoving the wand in. The gush of wetness filling
his bowels gave him a strange sensation as the man ran it in and out of
him. Then the water gushed out of his ass and down his legs. The man
repeated the process a couple times and finally said, "That takes care of
it".

Cleaned out now, the other man handed Chad his Doc Martens and socks. "Put
these back on, they are all you will need."  He found a wooden bench to sit
on while lacing up his Docs. The feeling of rough splinters on his ass was
secondary to the unnatural seepage of water from his hole. The waiting men
stood attentively as he finished up and stood. "Come over here", one said
with the same strictly business tone they had exhibited thus far. He
followed them back to the stage and up the steps. "Get on the table and lay
on your back", one of them said.

Chad climbed up on the leather bound fuck table and laid on his
back. Feeling eerily similar to the one he had lost his virginity to in the
back of the panel van last summer, he closed his eyes in resignation. The
two men raised his legs high in the stirrups and strapped his ankles,
strapped his wrists and his torso down. He was now a solid anchored fuck
doll. His has hung off the end of the table, a rump ready for the
feast. The two men talked to each other quietly during the process as if
Chad was not even there, "Tighten that up a bit more, we don't want him
sliding back", one said. "Yeah, got it", the other said as he cinched the
torso belt a little tighter.

Finally the taller one asked Chad, "It that comfortable son?" Chad thought
of the right answer, "Yes sir it is very comfortable". It actually was. The
padded leather fuck-table was set up such that he felt cradled in the
womb. He knew however that he was in for it. You don't pressure wash a
guy's guts and strap him to a table for a manicure. No, he had a gang fuck
coming.

The two men stepped over to the head board where Chad's skull was resting
about 32" off the floor. At eye level with their belt buckles, he watched
as the two men unbuttoned their 501's and pulled out their cocks. They
swung them out and slapped Chad's face a bit with their waggy flesh, while
kissing each other. As their tools hardened up they began jacking off and
continuing to make out. Chad began getting hard looking at these two studs
getting hot and heavy with their tongues as they pumped their cocks just
inches from his face. The smell of their piss sticks was thick in the air.

The men carried on for a few more moments before shoving them into the
Sailor's face. "Suck!", one of them ordered. Able to move his head side to
side, Chad leaned left and began working Number 1. "Oh yeah", the man
moaned as he continued kissing Number 2. The man began humping at the
Sailor's face as he licked and sucked. A few minutes in the man grasped
Chad's face and began jacking off towards his mouth. "I'm gonna cum
boy. Get ready!" The man then placed his cock head in Sailors goateed face
and spurted his hot load into his mouth. Chad licked and slurped Number 1's
juice till there wasn't any more.

As he was finishing up, Number 2 grabbed his skull and turned it his
way. Jacking his cock furiously he moaned, "Here I come Sailor. Here I
come!" He then pumped his cop cum into Chad's mouth. The Sailor worked hard
at gathering every bit of the white hot glue, slurping and swallowing as
fast as he could. As he got through most of the rush, the two men let him
mow on their softening cocks at the same time. "Go ahead Sailor Boy, clean
them up good", Number 2 chided. Chad was getting used to the taste of men
now and was no longer hesitant. He ate the men's cocks till there was
nothing left on them but his own spit.

The men tucked their pleased poles back into their 501's and buttoned
up. "Good work Sailor Boy", said Number 2. They then left him alone on the
Altar Of Fuck and walked outside, closing the barn doors behind them. Chad
laid there and scrubbed the inside of his mouth with his tongue, the taste
of the three men lingering strong. He was willing himself to relax as he
feared what was next. The sounds of the rambunctious men out in the
courtyard echoed throughout the barn, sounding like a good keg party
should. He knew they were getting good and plastered and he was their main
attraction.

It seemed like an hour had passed as he laid alone strapped down when the
barn door creaked open. The piercing ray of light almost blinded Chad
momentarily. The door shut once again and a figure walked toward him in the
dark. Squinting to see, he finally heard the Surfer say, "It's me
bro". Ritchie looked like a God coming toward him. Butt naked and wearing
only a black leather harness, his tanned chest was in full dress with his
gold nipple rings. His long light haired goatee and shaggy hair framed his
glowing face. Chad was feeling like his Savior had arrived. "Hey there, are
you doing OK?" Ritchie asked.

The Sailor nodded, "So what is happening next"? The Surfer smiled and said,
"Breeding". Chad shook his head and looked to Ritchie for more
detail. Smiling, Ritchie continued, "Each one of them is gonna fuck you and
cum in your ass. It's a ritual.". A pang of nervousness fell over the
Sailor as he contemplated. "All of them? What about you?" Ritchie patted
Chad on the head, "Don't worry they won't be beating the shit out of you,
it is more of a bonding ritual. They will take it relatively easy on
you. Everyone has been through it themselves and knows what it is like to
receive".

The Surfer then said, "I will be right here with you man". "Doing what?"
Chad asked. "I am the cleanup man," Surfer said with a slight giggle. "What
does that mean?" the Sailor asked nervously. As the door to the barn opened
the sound of the rowdy men falling into the room erupted, Ritchie said
quietly, "You'll see".

The rabble rousing party of rough hewn studs made their way into the room
with beers in hand. A couple of them were heaving the keg along with them
into the barn. Chad saw Sgt. Ramos and bald headed Drill Sergeant coming up
the steps toward him as the men were getting seated on the wooden benches
around the stage. Ritchie stepped back toward the back of the stage as
Sgt. Ramos and Drill Sergeant closed in.

Standing on either side of Chad's Altar Of Fuck, the masters began to
address the men.

Sgt. Ramos began, "Brothers, We are gathered here together as you know to
welcome a new member to our family. I see you are all warmed up and ready
to commence the first act of our bonding ceremonies with our new man. Ramos
smiled as a proud father and continued, "We are of one bond here
brothers. We are of one cloth. We are of one seed. Thus, we share the seed
among each and every one of us. As those of you who have come before, we
shall bring our new member into the family by sharing that seed with him."

The men erupted with a loud and boisterous "Hoo-Rah"

Ramos continued, "Gentlemen, I give you Chad Brankowsi. He comes to us
fresh from the US Navy where he served a distinguished career as in the
Shore Patrol and various other security details. As you can see, he has a
great physique and is an extremely handsome man. While his common path with
us is somewhat new to him, he has begun building a bond with Brother
Ritchie already. And, some of you here already have shared the seed with
recruit Brankowski"

A couple of the men in the crowd shouted, "Hoo-Rah". Chad recognized the
voices.

"As we give this gift of our brotherly love to our new member, please
remember that there are twenty two of us here..." Ramos said before being
interrupted by laughter and cat calls from the sexually charged group of
men. "Remember that our new member must also be able handle tomorrow's
exercises. So take it easy on him", the Master of Ceremonies
instructed. Chad winced as his heart began to race. Sweat was beginning to
bead up on his forehead both from his nervous anticipation and because the
temperature had gone up considerably with all the fuck hungry animals in
the room.

"Gentlemen, let the festivities begin." Sgt Ramos announced.

The crowd of men stood and began cheering and applauding.  Chad watched as
they began peeling off their clothes en masse and began to file up on the
stage to stand in a circle, dicks in hand around his Altar Of Fuck. As he
looked around at some of the sexiest looking studs he had ever seen in one
place, he saw every one of the twenty-two of them looking back at him with
lust and sexual hunger. The moment gave him a rush like he had never felt
in far untouched places of his soul. The immediate air became pungent with
the smell of beer and sweaty men much like a locker room after the big
game. Chad's cock jumped to attention thicker and harder with each beat off
his heart.

To be continued...