General Discharge
By Happenstance

WARNING:  If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex; this
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enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one
living or dead is purely coincidental.  Any resemblance to actual
experiences in my own life is my business.

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GENERAL DISCHARGE

	We were all pissed off.  I was mad because I had extra duty augmenting the
SPs at the gate when I could have been in town getting some much-needed R
and R.  Bolt was mad because he'd been written up by one of the generals
for lax security procedures the previous week.  Thumper was mad cause he
thought his girl friend was playing around on him.  If the overall
frustration level in the guard shack hadn't been so high, we might have
avoided a lot of trouble.  Although, who can say, maybe trouble would have
found us anyway.

	When I got my extra duty assignment it was the last thing on a Friday.  I
had time to hit the barracks and grab some dinner before reporting to the
guard shack.  They had promised me Monday off to make up for it, but I had
to cancel a date with a rodeo cowboy who wouldn't be in town until next
summer so that wasn't much help.  When I got to the shack I felt a little
better, the NCO on duty was SSgt Mitch Liten, a guy I knew from the dorm.
We called him Bolt.  Everyone has a nickname in the barracks and they're
usually pretty dopey.  For example, Liten = Lightning = Bolt, get it?
Anyway, Bolt was a foxy little bear with a hairy chest that begged you to
run your teeth across it, and an insatiable appetite for having his  fuzzy
butt plugged.  Something I had learned earlier to my extreme pleasure and
surprise.  I knew a little bit more about him. He had been a male stripper
before coming into the service; was really committed to his job as a cop,
the fulfillment of a childhood dream, and considered himself straight as an
arrow.  Oh, I know the hungry ass and straight identity thing seemed like
an odd match, but he really did like girls and as long as I got to pump a
couple of dozen loads up that tight cop butt, I wasn't going to argue with
him.

	My enthusiasm was dampened a bit when I saw the my other companion for the
eight hour shift, Airman First Class Peter Keppleman or Thumper as he was
know around the barracks, for reasons I was unaware of.  Normally Thumper
would have had my undivided attention because he was total eye candy.
He was six four and built like a lumberjack, not particularly cut but
powerful.  He had a high and tight, wonderful blond body hair, and a
mustache that was much thicker than any nineteen-year-old deserved.  In
short he was the sum of every knuckle dragging, apeman-fucking fantasy I've
ever had.  But he was such a whiner.  We'd all had to listen for weeks
about how he was sure his girl friend was fucking around on him, over and
over.  He was like a ten year old in a killer's body and by the time you'd
listened to him for ten minutes you were ready to stuff your dick in his
mouth, but only to shut him up.

	I felt sorry for Bolt after he explained to me that the reason for us
Intel guys having to fill in with the SPs was because some hot shot newly
promoted General had written him up.  The guy had driven through gate with
out a sticker, but since Bolt had recognized him, he'd hadn't stopped the
officer as a courtesy.  The motherfucker had written Bolt up for not
checking his ID, and now there was an extra person on his shift to check
IDs.  So I'd missed a night off, but Bolt had gotten a letter of reprimand.
 As we were discussing our various woes, Thumper chimed in about how he was
sure his girlfriend was running around on him.  It was going to be a long
night.

	About a two in the morning something happened to liven things up.  A girl,
looking about seventeen came up to the guard shack.  Thumper was taking his
break, so I asked her what she needed.  She said her boyfriend had passed
out in his car, and asked if she could call her Dad to come and get her.
Bolt was all business and told her that after we'd checked out her
boyfriend we'd take her home.  He called Thumper back from his break to
keep an eye on the girl and he and I headed over to check on the boyfriend.
 Something should have clicked when I saw Thumper's mouth go tight as he
gritted her, but I was concentrating on what we'd have to do if this
"boyfriend" got rowdy.  The Air Force is totally down on any sort of
alcohol related incident, and if this girl was underage, I didn't want to
be in her boyfriend's shoes.

	The car was a Mercedes with a base sticker.  The guy was in the service,
so he was in a world of trouble.  Bolt just started laughing out loud, in a
truly scary way.

	"What's the deal Bolt man?" I asked, puzzled by his reaction.

	"Check out the window decal, I know this car, dude."  He kept laughing.
"Yesss. There is a god."

	"It's a general's decal. It can't be!"

	"Oh, yes it is.  This is perfect: drunk, stepping out on his wife and
kids, and with an underage girl. I've got the bastard.  He's going to be
sorry he ever met me."

	I walked up to the driver's side of the car.  Sure enough, sleeping like a
baby was newly promoted Brigadier General Blaine Briarose.  For those of
you who haven't had the privilege of serving in our proud Air Force, we
have a little memory device to help us remember which rank of general goes
with which number of stars.  It goes "Be My Little General", the B stands
for Brigadier General, or a one star.  That's the lowest rank of general,
but it was still miles above what Bolt or I would ever see.  
Briarose was a piece of work.  At a boyish forty something, he was one of
the youngest generals ever and looked even younger.  He was very handsome
with delicate features and sparkling blue eyes that you knew just lit up
when he smiled.  He had golden blond hair and a small but masculine build.
He was in short, the very model of a modern general, a poster boy for the
Air Force.  Except for one small thing, he was as mean as a snake.  No one
that I had talked to, who had ever met the man, liked him.  I'd heard he
was supposed to be brilliant, and insightful, and a real jerk.  There were
going to be some interesting reactions when this got out.  The golden boy
was about to take a fall, and nobody had pushed him.  He'd jumped.
We were very near the end of our shift, so Bolt got on the walkie-talkie
and told his relief to go ahead and take over at the guard shack, that we
were going over to the main offices and write up our reports.  He didn't
mention Briarose, but I'm pretty sure that he wanted to sew the case up
before he told an one.  He took lots of pictures with a digital camera of
the scene and of Briarose sleeping it off.

	"You drive his car back to the station, We'll breath test him there.  I
want this documented till it's air tight. I'm taking this boy down."  Then
he called Thumper and told him to meet us at the station with the girl,
after he was relieved on post.

	When we got back to the station, we were the only ones there.  It stayed
closed after hours except during shift change.  When Thumper got in it was
obvious he and the girl had been arguing.  They both shut up around Bolt
and me, so we threw Briarose in the holding cell and told Thumper to watch
him while we took her home.  It seemed like the best idea at the time,
besides that gave Bolt a chance to ID her and get a statement.  She was
indeed underage, and she was the daughter of one of the senior Colonels on
the base.  She also admitted that they'd had sex.  I could tell as she
signed the statement just before we dropped her off that Bolt felt like
he'd hit the jackpot.  I could almost smell Briarose's balls roasting over
hot coals.  Nothing could go wrong.  Right.

	We heard the screaming the minute we stepped in the door at the station.
One voice shrieking in agony, "You bastard, you'll go to Leavenworth for
this!  I'll have you shot.  Stop it! You fucking enlisted faggot, you're
splitting me open!  You'll pay for this!"  My money was on it being the BG.
The other voice was clearly Thumper's.  "I'll teach you to fuck with my
girl, dick weed. Hot shot officer scum bag, you're going to pay right now."

	In one moment it was all too clear what had happened. Bolt and I exchanged
looks that communicated that we both knew how badly fucked we were.  We'd
be joining Thumper in Leavenworth if we didn't think up something and fast.
 We raced into the cellblock only to have our worst fears confirmed.  There
was Thumper with his uniform pants around his boot tops, shoving what can
only be described as a small tree trunk up Briarose's exposed butt.  The
general was face down on a bunk with his hands and feet handcuffed in
place, and a look of pure agony etched into his face.  Bolt and I exchanged
glances again, who would have thought that Thumper, the straight boy, would
have gotten the idea to cornhole the general?  And I think we were both
real surprised at how over equipped Thumper was for the job.  Why the hell
was his girl friend cheating on him when she could have THAT.  Now I knew
why he was called Thumper.  Even I had to sympathize with Briariose for a
minute.  From what I could see, getting fisted up his virgin ass would have
hurt less.

	"For Chrissake, Thumper what the hell are you doing?"  Bolt exploded, then
looked kind of sheepish when he realized how stupid that sounded.  "We had
the bastard, you idiot.  He was going to be doing time.  Drunk, adultery,
statutory rape, I could have gotten him to resist arrest, he'd have been
busted and gone to jail.  Shit, we would have even gotten to knock him
around a little."

	Thumper paused in his efforts, with more of his cock still waiting to be
pounded through Briarose's sphincter than I have altogether.  The boy was
huge.  He seemed confused but wasn't about to admit he'd fucked up.
Briarose took advantage of the respite to bark out, "The only ones going to
prison, Sergeant, are you and your two buddies.  They'll throw away the
key.  And you'll get plenty of this type of action in Leavenworth, hope
you've had your shots.  Now let me the fuck up."  He had a vicious snarl to
his voice, partly due to the fact that he was obviously still smashed,
partly due to having something the size of an arm crammed halfway up his
colon, and partly, no doubt, due to the his just being a total and complete
prick.

	I looked over at Bolt, baffled, this one second stretching out for an
eternity as my future hung in the balance.  He got the strangest grin on
his face, all evil and slutty, walked over to Briarose and held his hand
over the general's mouth.  "I don't think that's what's going to happen.
No, not at all.  And I think you better be a very good boy.  Because a lot
could happen to a bad boy before we take those handcuffs off--" He squeezed
Briarose's face tightly, "if we take them off.  And a lot more could happen
before you walk out of here, if you ever walk out of here."  He smiled as
some realization flew across the general's face that he was at our mercy,
at least for now.  Thumper watched with his dick still halfway in, not sure
what Bolt was getting at.  I figured in for a penny, in for a pound.  If I
was going to spend the next fifty years as some convict's butt buddy, I was
going to fuck some general ass myself before the night was over.

	"You're threatening my life." Briarose managed to whimper, through the
cop's fingers.

	"We're changing your life, boy.  Get used to it, cause there's no going
back."  Bolt whispered in his ear intimately, like a lover, or a killer.
I was amazed, Bolt was coming on like a menacing sexual predator,
definitely not the furry little ass pig I knew from the barracks.
Bolt kept up his stream of abuse, ordering Thumper to "Get back to work!"
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?  Writing me up to piss me off and get
my attention.  Screwing around with Thumper's girl friend.  Making sure
we'd catch you by showing up drunk at the guard shack. You may not even
know it yet, but somewhere down inside you've been begging for this.  And
now, it's Christmas eve and I'm fuckin' Santa Claus."  About that time
Thumper gave a particularly sharp lunge and got the last of his dick into
Briarose, curlies to curlies as they say.  "And that's your present coming
up the chimney."

	Briarose looked absolutely terrified, sure he was at the hands of lunatic.
Bolt had his dick out of his pants and was rubbing it across the general's
lips slowly, leaving glistening trails.  I just stood there, not sure what
to do, but so turned on my teeth ached.  Maybe it was the fear, or seeing
Bolt suddenly morph into the total top man. "Now, you're going to take care
of my friend here, like a good puppy.  If you use any teeth, you lose 'em."

	"God, please don't make me.  I'm not a cock sucker.  I can't do that,"
Briarose blubbered, shaking in his chains from Thumper's slow assault.  I
was surprised to see that Thumper had eased off.  He had a thoughtful look
on his face (another surprise) and was taking it almost gently, moving his
piece in and out of the general's ass excruciatingly slowly.

	"God, you whine like a little girl.  Don't lie to me and don't lie to
yourself.  This is what you've always wanted, down deep. That why you ended
up here.  You know you need it.  You deserve it.  You were asking to be
punished like a bad little boy.  I know a dick pig when I see one.  Well,
practice makes perfect and you are going to get a lot of practice.  I guess
I'll have to go first."  He pried the general's mouth open with his thumb
and worked it around Briarose's mouth.  "Suck my thumb, puppy.  Show Daddy
you're a good boy."  Then he slapped the "puppy" hard with the other hand.

	Briarose went to work aggressively on the thumb and the fingers that
followed.  Bolt's uncut dick was drooling all over the general's lips and
finally as the Sergeant removed his fingers, Briarose just opened wide.
Bolt shot his hips forward and just let his fat rod sit in the other man's
mouth, resting on his tongue.  "Oh yeah, you're going to be a good doggy
after all."  He took his cock in his hand and moved it around inside the
general's open mouth.  Briarose looked like a kid eating spinach for the
first time.  Bolt smacked him again, more gently.  "Time to get busy.  Suck
Daddy's dick.  Eat your bone, doggy."  Slowly, like it was as bad as eating
live coals, Briarose started an inept attempt at a blowjob.  Straight guys
are always so pathetic with their first dick, like they don't have one of
their own, for god's sake.  A couple of more warning smacks from Bolt and
his enthusiasm picked up.  His technique was still lousy, but he was
pistoning like a madman.

	Bolt grabbed me by the belt and pulled me over.  "Keep this hole busy,
buddy.  I've got to go get some toys from my car.  If he fucks up, let him
have it.  He's got learn his new position in the chain of command."  Bolt's
laughter at his own pun, sounded so twisted it even made me a little
nervous.  Where were we going with this?  Still I could have poked my
erection through a brick wall, I was so turned on by the scene.  I let my
hormones lead me and shoved my cock brutally into the general's mouth.

	"Start eating, pig." I snarled to get into the spirit of things.  I
realized Thumper hadn't said a word since Bolt had taken charge.  He was
still working that monster in and out of Briarose, watching me, with sweat
beading up on his face.  He had the faintest trace of a smile, like he'd
discovered a new flavor of ice cream.  I could tell he'd been listening to
Bolt, cause once in a while he'd pull all the way out and just pop the
enormous head of his dick in and out of Briarose's distended ass ring with
a cool sucking sound.  When he'd do that the general would let out an
unearthly howl and practically swallow my cock. It nearly made me bust a
nut to see that smug superior face slobbering all over my enlisted meat.  I
held on to a couple of handfuls of the general's hair as I took him for a
test drive.  "You do a good job and I'll give you a big glob of cock snot
to swallow," I grunted, trying to sound as much like SM movie dialogue as I
could.  I was pleased to see him shudder in response, or it might just have
been Thumper popping the head of his dick back in that set it off.  The
sounds of Thumper's log forcing in and withdrawing left little to imagine
about what Briarose's pussyhole was going through.  If his officer ass had
burst into flames I wouldn't have been surprised.  It was at times like
these that I knew why I wasn't a bottom.

	None of us (except the general) had time to strip so we were all fucking
away with our uniforms more or less on.  I thought it looked pretty hot
actually.  Just about that time, Bolt sauntered into the room, wearing
nothing more than his boots, a leather harness, some black leather gloves,
and an evil expression that didn't bode well for the general.  He was
carrying a big black doctor's bag.  "Toy's," he announced slapping
Briarose's butt, "You've been a bad boy, but Santa's brought you some fun
toys anyway."

	The sight of Bolt, looking like a sex demon, was enough to send me over the
edge.  I splashed the general's tonsils, causing him to gag and sputter.
Looking down at the face of authority with my spooge dripping out of his
mouth was such turn on, I backed out and shot a couple of more times all
over his face and hair.  It was hard to tell what he was feeling most
strongly: fear at what would come next, disgust and anger at the
humiliation, or pain from Thumper's invasion of his rear flank.  I think
pain was still winning.

	Bolt took a squeeze bottle out of his bag and squirted a yellowish liquid
all over Thumper's cock on an upswing.  Thumper couldn't take his eyes off
Bolt.  He had no idea he was teamed up with two veteran faggots, but his
education was just starting.  I looked at the bottle in Bolt's hand.  It
said "Hungry Ass".  He smiled, "Just a little something I picked up during
a deployment in Thailand.  We want to make sure our special guest is having
a good time, too."  Whatever it was it seemed to work like a champ.  Both
the general's and Thumper's eye lit up like Christmas lights.

	Briarose started keening, "No, no, noooooooooo"  But he also started
humping back on Thumper's thumper, and hard.  "Fuck me, you enlisted piece
of shit.  Ride my ass.  I don't know how you did this to me, but I've got
to have it. Harder!"

	Thumper was moaning, too.  "Hot ass.  Never knew a guy's snatch could feel
like this.  I know it's gay, but I don't care.  Gotta have that ass."  He
was pounding away like a demon.  Fourteen or fifteen inches slammed
repeatedly into the hog-tied general's hole, with enough force to rattle
the bunk.

	 As Bolt moved into position to start feeding Briarose his fat prong, he
laughed,  "Adapt, improvise, overcome.  I did a tour in the Marines before
I joined the Air Force, and one thing I learned,  you got to have back-up
plan."  He had a small brown bottle in his hand, the opening covered with
his thumb.  He held it up snug to one of Briarose's right nostril and
forced him to inhale a lung full.  "Deep breaths, pussy boy.  We got to get
you ready for round two."

	The general managed to cough out around Bolt's gut stretcher, "Round two,
what the fuck are you--? OOOOOOOOOhhhh, God!"  Followed by something that
sounded distinctly like "Glaawwwhhh," as Bolt sheathed his saber in the
guy's gullet up to the balls.  I thought Briarose's eyes were going to roll
back in his head.  Bolt just laughed and grabbed a handful of the general's
perfectly cut hair, using it as a handle to maneuver his handsome face up
and down the thick length of the cop's pud.  The general looked much more
interested in his task this time around. Bolt snorted, "Blaine, here, is
going to be quite the little piggy, once we get him all broken in.  He's a
natural.  Hey, Hap, reach in my bag, I think it's time we started getting
some souvenirs of this special occasion."

	I found what he meant in the doctor's bag, an instant camera and lots of
film. As much as I wanted to join in I thought documenting the action was
more important.  Bolt's plan was becoming more clear to me.  I took careful
pain to make sure that none of the two Airman's faces were in any of my
shots but took plenty of the general looking like he was blissfully chowing
down on tube steak, and riding the peg like trailer park hooker.  The poor
bastard was too fucked up from the poppers, the booze, and whatever Bolt
had put up his ass to do anything other than stare lustfully into the camera.
While this was going on Thumper had composed his own little song that he
was singing under his breath as he excavated our prisoner's inner depths
with jarring shoves.  "Unh, unh, gonna fuck me some general pussy -- ooowww,
yeah --  gonna fuck me some officer snatch -- gonna make this turkey walk
bowlegged -- and that's a fact."  While his rhyming ability lacked, his
stamina was awe-inspiring.  He'd already been pounding away for forty-five
minutes by my count and showed no sign of slowing down.  There was a real
good chance the general would be walking bow legged for a while. 

	Bolt flashed me that sleazy grin, "I think he's working up quite a
thirst."  I knew what he was getting at but figured he was just trying to
scare the BG.  "Thirsty boy?"  he asked pulling his dick out of the
frantically sucking mouth.

	Briarose's eyes had that same mad gleam.  "Yessss," he hissed.

	"Yes, what?" Bolt taunted as his ran his cock head across the prisoner's
face.  The general tried to kiss it.

	"Yes, sir" he answered finally.

	Bolt nearly crowed, "I think we have a breakthrough.  Now, are you going to
swallow everything, boy?  I don't want any mess on Uncle Sam's clean bunk."
 The general nodded, careful to not look up.  Bolt expertly squeezed his
dick in such a way as to make his erection go down, and then began to piss
down Briaroses's throat.  He moved back and forth, making the general work
to keep slurping it down.  I'd never seen anything like it.  I was so
stunned I forgot to take any more pictures.  My pole, which was still
hanging out of my pants, returned to full staff. I began jerking it
frantically. Bolt turned to me and sighed, "A pig is born."  Looking at
Thumper pumping away and my own stiff rod, I figured that was an
understatement.

	I reached for something else I'd seen in Bolt's toybag, a pair of wicked
looking tit clamps.  I'd never seen some of the things he had in there,
when this was done we were going to have a little talk.  I had intended to
put them to use on our new friend, but was distracted by the way Bolt's
nipples stood up out of his chest hair.  Using both hands I clipped them in
place at the same time and tugged on the connecting chain.  They were the
kind that tighten when you pull on them.

	"Oh, yeah, you know what daddy needs." Bolt moaned.  "Work those
babies -- there's another set in there for Briarose, see if you can find them."

	Thumper's eyes had gotten wide when I pulled out the nipple clamps.  "You
guys are fags," he announced as if it had hit him on the head like an apple.
	
	"Well, duh," Briarose  spit out, along with Bolt's now empty spigot.  "All
your blood must be in that cock, because none of it gets anywhere near your
brain."  He gasped between thrusts.  "Now get busy, I'm so close.  It's
never been like this, man.  I'm afraid I'll blow a nut when I come.  And
you, Stance, find that other set of tit clamps."

	Bolt hauled off and slapped the BGs ass till it glowed.  The leather glove
looked very black against the white and red cheeks.  "Now, is that how good
boy's ask for favors?  I thought you were a going to be a good boy.  What
do we say?"

	The general faced me but looked at my feet.  Sweat was running in rivulets
down his face.  "Please, sir.  Use my tits.  I deserve it.  I've
disappointed Daddy."  He looked at Bolt out of the corner of his eyes.
"I'm ready for whatever punishment Daddy thinks is best.  Please Daddy,
your boy needs to cum."

	Bolt smiled at Thumper, "You getting there, Airman?"

	Thumper was biting his lips and using long slow strokes again.  "Oh, yeah
Staff Sergeant, I'm almost there.  This is the hottest, tightest pussy I've
ever had, even if it is fag shit."

	Briarose managed to get out, "Probably the only pussy you've ever had, dick
boy," before Bolt offered up his recharged boner.  The general started
working it in long spiral motions up and down.  His evening's practice was
starting to show.  Bolt put his hands on both sides of the BG's head,
grabbing him by the ears in a painful looking manner.

	"You are so much hotter when your mouth is full of dick.  I can tell you
are going to need some heavy duty training to learn your place.  Maybe at
my Superbowl party next week.  Would my doggy like to eat a whole roomful
of unwashed enlisted cop dick?"  I had attached the other set of tit clamps
and gave them a sharp jerk just about that same moment.  Either the pain or
the thought of being a cock slave to the Security Police Squadron put him
over, but Briarose practically spun around on Thumper's rod like something
from the Exorcist.  If the cuffs hadn't held him in place I don't know what
would have happened.  He shook and babbled and flung spit all over Bolt's
crotch.  After three or four minutes dancing on the bunk like a worm on a
hot sidewalk, and shooting spunk all over himself, he collapsed in a
panting mess.  

	Thumper pulled out shortly after and for some unknown reason shot all over
the general's butt cheeks.  I think he'd seen too many porno films.  I
watched his syrupy spooge flow down into the general's crack. I still
couldn't get over how scary that humungous crank of his looked.  Bolt, of
course went one better, he not only shot off in the BG's mouth, but
finished me off (a first, he claimed straight guys didn't suck) and then
dribbled my spooge from his mouth down into the general's.  They kissed
(another straight boy no-no) long and hard, sucking both loads back and forth.
I figured that was the end of the evening's entertainment.  The pictures I
had taken which showed the BG more or less enthusiastically enjoying the
attentions of a trio of stiffers would trump any claims of rape he might
make.  Of course, we would pretty much have to forget about turning him in
as well.  It seemed like a standoff, although I sure had a better time on
guard shift than I'd expected.

	Briarose haughty demeanor was returning.  "Let me go now, you boys have
had your fun, and we don't have to tell anyone about this.  Staff Sergeant,
undo these cuffs, that's an order!"

	Bolt just laughed, "You still don't get it, do you?  Wait a minute, the
light will come on."

	The general lay there a little while as if considering what the cop had
said.  I saw his sticky cheeks start to twitch.  He slowly began to rub his
thighs back and forth together.  His eyes grew wide.  "What did you do to
me.  I--I-- Oh fucking hell, I need it again."  He was starting to hump the
bed slowly.

	Bolt grabbed his head and turned it to us.  "You need what again, pussy
boy?"  I pulled on the tit clamps hanging from the general's chest.

	"I need you to fuck me again, sir."  He practically sobbed.  "I need it
again.  I need it now."  He was practically keening.  "Please."  He was
writhing in frustration.

	"Tell me what you need me to do, puppy.  Be creative, Daddy wants to feel
appreciated."

	"I need you to shove that thick cock up my ass-- up my pussy!  Please sirs,
one of you, all of you -- just fuck me.  God, I'm no faggot, but I've got to
have your big dick, pushing up inside me.  It must have be that liquid you
put up my ass."

	Thumper was looking at him in amazement.  "You turned him queer!"

	"I told you I was going to change your life."  Bolt told the BG.  "I put
you in touch with some feelings you probably didn't know you had, just a
little voice in the back of your head whispering.  But now that you've
heard it once, it will never shut up again.  I know you, you pompous prick.
 You are nothing but a pathetic cock pig.  You've been asking for it for a
long time.  And now you know it, too.  So ask nice if you want Daddy's dick
pounding your scrawny officer butt, or Daddy just may kick your sorry ass
out."   He started to finger fuck the general's oozing hole.  The prisoner
rotated his hips and kissed Bolt's fingers with his ass lips.  He wanted it
bad.

	"Thank you, sir.  Get me ready for your dick.  Fuck your boy, sir"  He
continued to pant and fuck himself on Bolt's fingers.

	"I think it's Hap's turn first.  You and Thumper get the rest of your
clothes off and let's get busy.  I think I'll even make our guest more
comfortable."  As the two of us undressed he released Briarose's ankles
from the cuffs.  The general started to stand but Bolt pushed him roughly
to the floor.  "Bag doggy, doggies belong on all fours!  Why don't you get
over here and show Staff Sergeant Stance how much you want his chubby
stretching your snatch?"  He kicked the general in the butt.  "Move it, dog
boy.  When your masters speak, you listen."

	Within moments I was leaning back on the bunk receiving a pretty credible
blow job.  He was definitely improving with practice.  Looked like he was
starting to take a little pride in his work, or maybe he realized that,
after coming twice, he was going to have to put in a little effort if he
wanted my cock knocking at his prostate.  

	It was almost as much of a turn-on watching Thumper strip out of his
uniform.  He did this blushing virgin thing, which at six foot whatever and
over 250 pounds was pretty comical.  His cock was not bashful however, it
stood, huge and proud, practically demanding worship.  Bolt pulled the
Airman over to the bunk by the hips.  Thumper moved cautiously, afraid of
this "fag shit" but also afraid his monstrous billyclub was gonna miss out
on some major lip work.

	"I can't let you blow me, Sarge, you're my superior."  Thumper blurted
out.  What a time to find your military bearing.

	"Didn't stop you from reaming the general till his cunt smoked."

	"Yeah, but he's a major dick-head. He deserved it."

	"So am I, son, so am I.  And believe me, I deserve it.  Don't miss your
chance to tell your buddies your sergeant sucked your cock."  Bolt was
trying to keep from laughing, as was the general, strangely enough.  The
rippling of his throat muscles felt awesome.  Thumper finally surrendered
and Bolt began the enviable task of trying to get that thing in his mouth.

	After being relatively quiet, now it seemed like Thumper couldn't shut up.
 "Oh, Sarge, no one's ever done that to me before -- uh, not that good."  He
added hastily.  He was huffing and puffing like a train going up a
mountainside.  It seemed to me that Bolt should have been the one having
trouble breathing, that thing had to block his airway on the way down.  I
could see the sides of his neck bulge, like a snake unhinging its jaws to
get an egg down its throat.  Far from feeling discomfort he seemed to revel
in the sensation, he certainly had no gag reflex left. So much for Bolt's
"straight boys don't suck cock" bull shit.  Ah, the military, where the
closets are large and strangely furnished.

	I had gotten lengthways on the bunk and pulled Briarose on top of me.  He
not only didn't resist, his sphincter found my cock like a docking module
on the space shuttle.  Considering the stretching it had received, he still
managed an almost airtight seal.  I swear I could feel his colon clutching
my prick.  He was a fast learner. The wet noise of him posting almost
drowned out Thumper's vocal appreciation for Bolt's rim job.  By this time
the older cop had turned him around and was tongue fucking the big kid's
asshole.  Apparently this was a new concept to the lad.

	"Yessss.  Oh, Sarge, that's the best.  Do me Sarge, eat my butthole!
Yesss, sir!"  Ah, the bright enthusiasm of youth.  I had a feeling he might
not be so enthusiastic about what came next.  Sure enough, I heard a yelp
like a strangled wiener dog and Thumper almost climbed up over me onto the
bunk.  Seizing my chance, I popped his plum sized glans into my mouth, only
to distract him, of course.  "Sarge, please don't cornhole me.  You and
your queer buddies can play these games, but if you butt-fuck me that means
I'm a fag.  My momma didn't raise me to be no fag.  I mean your dick feels
real good and all, but don't make me into a queer, Sarge.  It would break
my momma's heart."  

	I was tempted to bite down on his prod just to shut him up, though I really
couldn't move my jaws very much.  About that time the general made a
command decision.  With his wrists still handcuffed together, he grabbed
Thumper's head and yanked it toward his crotch, shoving his dick into the
boy's yap with a mercifully (for us) quick lunge.  It seemed to calm the
airman down, because for some time after that the only sounds were the
moist slurpings of various membranes rubbing together.  

	I wished someone was left to take a picture for my scrapbook.  I can see it
in my imagination.  Me on my back on the bunk with my head hanging over the
edge and Thumper's thumper in my mouth, Bolt doing him standing up from
behind, and finally Thumper being face-fucked over my groin by the General
who was bouncing on my cock like a carousel pony.  It was a very spiritual
moment.

	There's no point in dragging the story out.  Within minutes I achieved an
orgasm that left me sore for days.  Of course it could have been the three
I'd just had, too.  I can only assume that everyone else got their nuts off
as well, because when my eyes snapped back into focus it felt like someone
had dumped a bucket of cum all over us.  At that moment I knew that if
there is a God, he likes gay people, cause he'd given me a taste of
paradise.  At least that's what I think it was.  It sure tasted salty and
it damn near choked me.

	We pulled ourselves together as soon as we could.  The day shift would be
getting in soon, it was almost five o'clock. There were no sentimental
goodbyes, just an understanding between us and the general.  I kept the
pictures.  Bolt kept the girl's statement and the blood alcohol results.
Thumper didn't seem to want to look anyone in the eye and kind of slunk out.  
I guess he recovered, though. He seemed really happy with the new
assignment he got shortly after: general's aide.  Bolt and I made out OK,
too.  I ended up with a week's pass for my great job on additional duty.
Bolt won NCO of the quarter.  After the ceremony where he got his award, I
asked him what was in that liquid he'd squirted up the general's ass.  As I
was slipping the old pork sword home in his sweet furry buns, he replied,
"Just lube -- strawberry lube.  He convinced himself that it had be some drug,
that gave him permission to do what he really wanted to do."

	I gave a long slow tug on the tit clamps nestled up against his hairy
chest.  "Where did you learn how to break someone down like that?  You
practically reprogrammed him."

	He laughed, "Haven't you guessed?  They pulled the same thing on me in
Security Police training to cure me of my attitude problem. Changed my
life.  I used to be a real asshole."  As we rocked the headboard against
the wall he added, "So, do you think you'd like to come to my Superbowl
party?"