Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2015 17:10:13 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: MILITARY S.L.U.T. 02

MILITARY S.L.U.T. 02


Chapter 4

Settling In

Corporal Black's eruption into Bobby's butt was accompanied by Private
First Class Hank and all the other Privates and Pfc's. Joe-Bob Hank spooged
involuntarily when Cpl. Black's balls pulled up to shoot and started
pounding the head of his cock. The other Marines jacked-off all over the
three. Hank found himself holding up his rubber-kneed corporal as well as
Bobby and they all nearly went down before Pfc. Toomy and his buddy,
Pfc. Rodger Sharp noticed what was happening and grabbed Cpl. Black just in
time to keep all three of them from hitting the floor. The corporal's fat
cock fell from Bobby's still pulsing asshole with a loud, "Slurp"
sound. Everyone present was spellbound by the hole left in the boys butt
and the amount of cum that was flowing out of the battered hole. Hank was
leaning against the tile wall but still holding onto the boy and Bobby was
clinging to the Pfc. with whatever strength he had left, sobbing quietly in
spent passion as his asshole drained onto the wet floor.

Sgt. White broke the spell with his commanding voice, "OK, ladies. Let's
get this mess cleaned up and get to chow before they throw it to the pigs."

Automatically, the Marines responded to their sergeants voice. One crew
washed down the floor while Toomy and Sharp took care of Cpl. Black, trying
to bring him back into the world of the living and taking the opportunity
to give him a good washing down. A washing that involved their hands
closely inspecting territory that they had previously admired at a
distance. Toomy and Sharp grinned at each other. Maybe having Bobby for a
SLUT was going to work out. Big Time! No other way would they have
discovered how much fun it was to feel up their platoon corporal. Or find
out, as they both did, just how easily his butthole would open up to a set
of questing fingers. That led to a little surreptitious testing of their
own which led them to believe that it wasn't all that bad having a buddies
finger feeling around back there.

When Pfc. Ivan Rudenskoph stepped over to help Hank with Bobby, Marty
Schwartz stepped over as well. The New York Jew really didn't trust he
Russian immigrant and was always ready and willing to cause trouble for the
blocky Slav. There was no actual conversation as Schwartz, the son of
immigrant Russian Jews and the only recently naturalized Russian worked
together getting Bobby and Hank cleaned up.

By the time everything was cleaned up and ship-shape, everyone's spirits
had revived. Cpl. Black was making sure that Pfc's. Toomy and Sharp got
EVERY bit of soap rinsed from his body, including every speck of what had
gotten up inside his ass. Cpl. Black was checking their holes at the same
time to make sure they were spotlessly clean as well. Both Privates
submitted to their corporal's inspection as any good Marine should.

Bobby was in good spirits again and bright as a cricket. Laughter and
boyish giggling rolled around the room as Bobby was passed from hand to
hand to be dried off and inspected. Doc, the Platoon's Corpsman carefully
inspected Bobby's business end and declared him sound and fit for duty! The
Marines inspections seemed to involve a great deal of tickling in some very
unusual places and Bobby was almost hysterical with laughter. Sgt. White
hurried them on once again and Bobby brought his fresh clothes out into the
platoon bay where there were more than enough helpful hands to pull on his
little-boy G.I. Joe underpants (which engendered many comments about how
the Army crap was going to HAVE to go) and to get him into his sharply
pressed dungarees, get everything properly installed and adjusted. Once he
was ready and approved of by each of the Pfc's, as well as his platoon's
Corporal and Sergeant, Bobby stood on the table in the center aisle of the
platoon bay in all his shining glory. Gleaming boots, spotless, perfectly
ironed green dungaree's. The red stripe on Bobby's shoulder and the
gleaming SLUT insignia on his collar completed his sartorial splendor and
got him a standing ovation from the Marines. He responded by snapping to
attention then giving them a picture perfect salute. Chesty would have been
proud. His Marines already were proud of him!

On the way to the Mess Hall, Bobby noticed that while the Marines didn't
march in any formal order, they did, automatically, assume a loose marching
order with a main body, side-boys to watch traffic and a road-guard, as
well as a front and rear point to keep an eye out for trouble. No one was
assigned to any position, men just freely moved from one place to another,
and yet the formation was sub-consciously maintained. Men dropping from the
sides to road-guard were replaced by others even before they rejoined the
main body. Bobby had to giggle to himself when he noticed that somehow, he
had become the nucleus of this spinning, slowly revolving formation. In
effect, Bobby was traveling to the Mess Hall in a more-or-less straight
line while the Marines revolved around him like a protective cloud.

Bobby was proudly escorted into the Mess Hall and through the chow line
where he received the same portions as the full-sized men, which meant that
he received more that twice the amount of food he could possibly
eat—which made him popular with a couple of garbage-guts who shall
mercifully go unnamed, Ivan!

The Marines did their best to put Bobby on display, they were that proud of
the looks (and actions) of the SLUT they'd just been assigned. At the same
time they looked around, scoping out the other units that had received
SLUT's. Seeing what the competition had received made them even more glad
that Bobby was theirs. One platoon even tried to set up a trade, but had no
luck dumping the supercilious fairy queen they'd been stuck with.

After a delicious fried chicken dinner the platoon escorted their new SLUT
over to the movies, an outdoor affair held in a natural amphitheater with
groups of Marines scattered on the grassy hillside as a popular movie
played on the wide screen below. Bobby spent the entire time moving from
Marine to Marine, cuddling up and making contact, whispering hello's and
answering questions. Asking a few of his own. Just generally getting to
know the guys and getting comfortable with them, and having them getting
comfortable with him. Most were glad to find out that not only didn't Bobby
mind a little touchie-feelie, he seemed to absolutely glory in it. The few
Marines who were too shy or reserved to grope another male in public were
willing to let the boy cuddle up and to answer his seemingly innocent
questions. Did they have little brothers? Had they fooled around with other
guys before? Did they want to fool around with him? Bobby fell asleep
before the end of the movie, sprawled out on top of Corporal Black, who
really didn't seem to mind. At the end of the movie, Cpl. Black got up as
if he weren't carrying an extra hundred pounds and he carried the limp boy
back to the barracks, head lolling loosely on the corporal's broad
shoulder.

Sgt. White sent everyone off to bed, telling them that they had a hard day
coming up and that the boy had already had too much excitement for one
day. He and Cpl. Black took the boy to his room. Black held Bobby while
Sgt. White stripped off the boys little uniform and hung it up. Rummaging
through the boys stuff White found a pair of boys pajamas and started to
dress the boy for bed.

Bobby woke up enough to figure out what was going on and kicked his feet to
keep White from putting the pajamas on him. "I'm not going to wear those!
My Momma packed those and they're for sissies! Sgt. White threatened to
spank his bottom if he didn't hold still. Bobby, now wide awake and raring
to go after his little nap, wanted to know who's army Sgt. White was going
to get to help him. White growled and made a mock attack on the boy who
immediately squealed for Corporal Black to save him while at the same time
scrambling right up the corporal's front and over his shoulder, from which
vantage point , with the bulk of the massive corporal between him and the
equally massive sergeant, Bobby stuck out his tongue and blew a loud and
raucous raspberry.

White moved faster than Bobby would have believed possible for so large a
man. Snatching the boy from his defensive position, White bounced the boy
on his bed and then jumped into a full-scale tickle attack. Bobby fought
valiantly, but to no avail. The sergeant's fingers were too strong and too
agile. Twisting and turning across the bed and kicking his feet didn't even
slow down the sensitive fingers as they sought and found every ticklish
spot the boy had. The boys yells of outrage changed to uncontrollable
laughter and then into panting, gasping pleas for mercy. The big sergeant
finally relented and the boy collapsed onto his back, gasping for breath,
his knees raised and hands stuffed in his armpits making him look like
nothing so much as a plucked and naked chicken. The look of defiance,
however, had NOT left his eyes.

"You gonna get in your jammies and get to bed now?"

"You gonna fight fair or are you going to keep picking on me like a big
bully!?" the unrepentant boy shot right back.

The sergeant looked at his corporal, who just shrugged. Black liked the
kids pluck and, besides, watching him flail around like that had reminded
him what that lithe body had felt like earlier, wrapped around his
dick. Corporal Black was not surprised to find himself more than half
turned on and seriously going on the rail.

"What's fair?" the corporal somewhat dubiously asked the boy.

"You guys get naked like me and I'll whip the both of you!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!" the new SLUT said, getting to his feet and lifting his dukes like
an old-timey prize fighter.

Black called the boy's bluff. Stood, and started stripping.

"Hey! Just a second..." Sgt. White started.

"Put up, or shut up, Sarge. If you ain't man enough to face up to the
challenge, leave the room and I'll take care of the kid by myself," the
obviously eager corporal said.

"Like hell you will!" White said, taking up the challenge and stripping off
his clothes. He knew the boy was older than his shaved body made him look,
and it had been six months or more for the team with no sexual outlet at
all. The boy looked fine and the career sergeant found himself fascinated
by the boys stature, demeanor—and unblemished white skin.

Bobby was soon confronted with two naked hunks and he was getting
unbelievably turned on. He wanted these men to use him... TOGETHER!. To
make him know what it was to be used by real men. Lustful, lust filled,
lusty, lickerish, libidinous, lascivious large-limbed (all five of them!)
men. Men with the power and knowledge to use him the way he wanted to be
used. Men who could take him over and over until he was truly used up,
spent, wasted, fried, glutted and happy. With a mischievous twinkle in his
eye he jutted one hip out and put his hand on it just like a street whore
would. Winking and crooking a finger at the two naked studs, Bobby made the
best imitation of a sultry voice he could manage, "That's more like it
boys. Come 'ere and show me what'cha got!"

Both men knew that the SLUT room had been specially outfitted, which
included a great deal of soundproofing. The king-sized bed was ridiculously
large for the small-framed boy, but looked much more to scale when the two
large adults sat side-by-side on the edge and held their arms out in
invitation. Bobby walked right into what was to be the first of his famous
all-nighters. An experience the Marines would perform miracles to undergo.

Black and White looked at each other as they took the eager boy into their
arms. As Marines they had lived together, trained together, shit, pissed
and shaved together, and fought together. Now, they were on the edge of a
new experience. They had trusted each other, literally, with their
lives. They had shared what they had in the bad times and gloried in the
good times. They had worked as a team to create the most Marine Corps of
Marine outfits. A group of men to be proud of—and an accomplishment to
be proud of. Simply put, they trusted each other—and were about to prove
how deep that trust ran. Black had been raised in Europe where the
relationships between older and younger men, while not really openly
condoned, was accepted when it happened, and it did happen—often. White
had been an inner-city kid where manhood was measured in machismo, in the
numbers of pregnant girls left behind and the studliness of one's
ways. Faggots were despised and beaten when found. White had experienced
too much, been taught too much, had felt the powerful male bonding that
tight fighting groups developed as a matter of necessity. We was now an
educated man—but the old ways, the old rules died hard.

Black reached behind Bobby and grasped his buddy by the shoulder. White
hand on ebony skin. Strong grip to hard, dense muscle. Eye contact that
said, 'Don't leave me now! Don't back out! We want this! I want this. I
want to share this ultimate, final thing with you. The one thing we have
not shared.'

White started to panic. Black looked angry. His other hand let go of
Bobby's genitals where he had been feeling the boy up and hooked behind the
sergeant's neck, pulling the wire wool covered head over in front of
Bobby's belly to confront the powerful man eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose. Anger
turned to understanding. "I Love You" is just something that one Marine
simply does not say to another. Black's arm corded with muscle and faces
moved that one inch closer together. White, thin, hard lips met full, lush,
dark buccal wonders. White panicked. Black's arm bulged with authoritative
muscle, holding the best friend he'd ever had in place. Submissively, Black
opened his lips and tilted his head back. White was lost in panic's
corollary, need. Panic was caused by fear, and what he feared most, White
realized, was losing the respect and—dare he even think—affection of
a man who had become his family, a part of him, the brother that he had
never had, that he would die for. But... Black wanted it
too... wanted... HIM! White broke through the fear and fell... flung
himself into the relationship he had wanted, craved all these years. Not
sex. Oh, he knew that he'd share sex with Black if that's what the corporal
wanted. But it wasn't sex for White. It was trust. To trust someone with
his inner most self, and to be trusted back just as wholeheartedly. He now
knew that Black wanted to see him in action, to see what a big black stud
could do. And he knew that he wanted to see Black perform, to see just how
big that sausage that swung between the German's legs could get, and how
handily the well-liked corporal could use the thing. White grinned as he
leaned forward and speared Black's mouth clear back to the tonsils
thinking, 'Bobby is about to get the fucking of his life'.

Bobby was ready, more than ready. The two strong men that he so much
admired were doing something strange, getting to know each other... but
more than just that somehow. But, whatever was going on, Bobby was not the
center of attention, and he had NO intention of allowing that to continue
any longer than absolutely necessary. Bending down from where he was
trapped between the make-out artists, Bobby got nose to nose to nose with
them. "Hey guys!" he piped up, "Remember me?"

 Chapter 5

Remember Me?

Black and White broke off their kiss and looked up at the impertinent
boy. A glance at each other and their plan was decided upon. Turning as
one, they took the boy down to the king-sized mattress and landed on top of
him. A falsetto scream of surprise quickly changed to screams for mercy as
twenty fingertips sought and attacked every ticklish spot on his sensitive
body. Thrashing and screaming with hysterical laughter, Bobby fought back
as best he could. His efforts didn't even slow his attackers, much less
disuade them. Sgt. White finally made the fatal mistake of letting Bobby
wiggle just the tinyest bit too close to his sweat-gleaming torso. Lips
sought and tiny sharp teeth sunk into the dusky nipple on the left, lower
side of the sergeants chest.

"AHHHHHHH! Stop! Freeze! He's going to bite my nipple off!"

Black grabbed Bobby's head in one huge hand and tried to pull him
loose. Bobby bit deeper.

"AHHHHHHH!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, HANS! Back the fuck off before he bites
my tit completely off!"

Black let go and Bobby grinned around the nipple in his mouth. Pushing with
his hands and feet, Bobby managed to roll Sgt. White over on his back and
then quickly clambered up and sat astraddle his narrow waist, the parted
crack of Bobby's ass landing right on the thick flaccidity of dark
tubesteak. Grinning in triumph, Bobby mumbled around the tit in his mouth,
"You give up? Kings-X?"

Sgt. White tried to hold Bobby still to minimize the pain in his chest, but
Bobby just bit down harder and demanded, "Kings-X!?"

"Kings-X, Kings-X!" Sgt. White shouted, "And that goes for you to, Hans!
Don't fuck with the kid."

Bobby let go with his teeth but didn't let go. Instead, his lips and tongue
began to gently caress and suck at the now extremely sensitive pap. White
tried to hold back, but a moan soon escaped his full lips. Bobby could feel
the nipple swelling in his mouth and knew that Sgt. White had a very
sensitive and responsive body. He decided to apply a little of his own sort
of torture.

Bobby began to slowly roll his butt back and forth, causing the thick tube
trapped between his buns and the sergeant's hard belly to squish back and
forth inside of it's copiously loose foreskin. While his butt started it's
slow and hardly noticeable teasing, Bobby's small fingers took the
unoccupied small knob of proud flesh on the other side of the sergeant's
chest, rolling and tweaking the diminutive nipple until it became sensitive
and started to swell, just like it's mate. Only then did Bobby release the
nipple in his mouth and gently, artfully kiss his way over to the fresh
feeding spot, the fingers on his other hand found the wetness of the
abandoned nipple and began tweaking and pulling at it's sore tenderness.

After several trips back and forth between his increasingly sensitive
titties, Sgt. White was glaze-eyed and breathing hard. Bobby's butt was
working over a stiff cylinder that threatened to lift him off of the
sergeant's belly at any time. Bobby began kissing and licking his way down
the salt-sweaty chest, nibbling and sucking whenever HE found a
particularly sensitive spot. When the boy started tongue-fucking the deep
recesses of the sergent's naval, White lost any semblance of a thinking,
reasoning man. Holding his hands at waist level, just barely touching
Bobby's head, impaled on the split-point between pain/tickle/pleasure, the
now continually moaning sergeant was torn between the jagged rocks of too
much pleasure and not enough pain, of not being able to tell the
difference, of fearing that Bobby might stop, of fearing that he might
not...

Black looked on with increasing amazement, apprehension and then, mostly,
admiration as he watched the young boy take charge of a man who should have
been able to wipe him out with a casual backward motion of his
wrist. Instead, the big man was crying, tears in his eyes, begging Bobby to
stop, to never stop, to quit teasing him, to make it feel better, worse,
deeper, harder, less, no, please... until the man was incoherent. Black
grinned and wondered if he'd fair any better against their new SLUT's
skills. He hoped not.

White felt a deep chill as his foreskin was peeled by by a small hand, and
then nearly had convulsions as a burning wet heat enveloped the entire
exposed head of his cock. In deep gut level fear, almost uncontrollable
panic, White lifted his head to see what damage was being done to his most
prized possession, only to be confronted by the boys dark, glittering eyes
above thin lips stretched beyond belief around the head of his cock.  That
was too much! More than he could take. His head slammed into the hard
mattress as his balls snapped up to the base of his straining, over swollen
cock and his body went into tonic convulsions, arching upwards as muscles
corded and rippled, forcing his arms and legs into extension and then
slamming them back to the centerline, slapping with sharp wet-flesh sounds
that were nearly drowned out by his own high-pitched keening, gasping-air
grunts and deep-chested moaning roars mixed in with his smallest voice
begging for mercy.

Bobby hung on for dear life, both hands holding the shaft that he kept
captured in his mouth as he sucked and swallowed and gasped for air so he
could swallow even more of the huge wads of man-cum being blasted in long
streams into his wide-stretched mouth.

Black came out of his shock at seeing his sergeant blast his rocks off so
quickly and managed to grab Bobby, lifting him and keeping him out of the
worst of White's spastic thrashing around. He made no attempt to separate
the boy from his captive cock... even assuming that he'd be capable of
separating the boy from something he quite obviously had no intention of
releasing. As the sergent shuddered into the final stages of a tremendous,
overpowering, shattering orgasm, Black laid Bobby back down between the now
trembling legs of the pitifully depleted Marine, shuddering himself as he
backed off and tried to imagine what Bobby might do to him.

Glen White lay, deep black against the white backdrop of torn up bed
linen. All but unconscious, what little awareness he had was of a small
tongue and agile mouth artfully cleaning up the mess between his legs. He
passed out as a final ripple of pleasure quaked it's electric way through
his burning hot body.

Chapter 6

Turnabout

Corporal Horace "Hans" Black, German expatriate, natural leader of men,
trained and cold-blooded killer, methodical and precise, unabashedly in
control of himself, his life and the men under him watched in rapt
fascination, much as a bird watches the death dance of a snake, as a small
boy took both of his sergeants balls into his mouth and sucked the sweat
and cum off of the dark black skin. He watched, even more entranced, as
first one and then the other massive gonad rolled outward from the boy's
tightly working lips. Dazed, the powerful man watched as the boy's sharp
teeth took hold of the now empty bottom of the sac, stretched the skin down
until it was wrinkle free, and then bit into the sensitive flesh. A massive
ripple of muscle contraction spread out from Sergeant White's middle that
convulsed his body from the center outwards. Black watched his respected
leader, a man capable of beating the crap out of any man that had ever
confronted him, flop on the bed like a dying frog in a last surge of energy
before passing out entirely. That dying ripple transposed itself into a
ripple of deep-seated fear as bright, eager eyes looked up at him over an
ebony-skinned thigh and a grin spread across the face of the platoons new
S.L.U.T.

Bobby laughed inside at the look on Corporal Black's face. You'd think he'd
killed Sgt. White or something. Letting go of the now insensate boss-man's
ballsack between his teeth, Bobby crawled over Sgt. White's massive thigh,
across the torn-up sheets and into the circle encompassed by the Corporal's
massive chest and thick arms. Putting his tiny fists against thick pectoral
muscles, the boy looked innocently, beseechingly up at the powerful man. In
a tiny voice he asked, "Please don't hurt me, Corporal Black..."

Hans Black looked over at the passed out, snoring blob that used to be
Sergeant Glen White, roughest, toughest sergeant in the whole god-dammed
Marine Corps... and then quickly down at the ever-so-innocent,
sweetness-and-light, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth boy and his whole
body involuntarily reacted with a tip-toe to top-of-the-head
shudder. "Damn, Boy! How bout you not hurting me!"

Peals of purely happy young boy laughter erupted from the youngster as he
wiggled deeper in against the corporal's chest and threw his arms around
the thick bull-neck of his "captor".

"I like you, Hans. You're funny. It's ok if I call you 'Hans', isn't it?"

"Well, let's see," Corporal Black said thoughtfully, "we're in bed naked
together with my wet-dicked boss passed out next to us because he couldn't
handle 'the blow-job from Hell', and you're fucking my bellybutton with
your stiff little boner ---- Yeah! I guess it's ok if you call me 'Hans'."

Absolutely artless laughter pealed from the delighted boy. He reached up
and rubbed his nose against the just barely sensible bristle on Corporal
Black's chin. Trying to control his laughter, Bobby innocently asked, "Do
you like to kiss?"

The big German looked down at the still giggling boy, "Yeah, I like to
kiss."

"Good! Because you're going to have to kiss me really good if we're going
to get that big German bratwurst of yours up my butt."

Corporal Black laughed and swatted Bobby's butt. "I know what's wurst for
this brat!"

Bobby laughed and wiggled his way up the corporal's hard torso so that
their lips were juxtaposed. Trying to control his laughter, Bobby rubbed
his lips against the full cushions of the big German's lips.

"You're fun Hans! I like playing with you... uh... do you like playing with
me?"

Hans rubbed one hand up and down the boys back before cupping the whole
tightly muscled little butt in that hands gentle grasp. He lifted his head
slightly until his full lips covered the boys so that they could share
their first full kiss. Speaking through compressed lips, Hans hugged the
boy closer to him, "Yeah. I want to play with you, Boy. I want to play with
you so good neither of us will ever forget it!"

Bobby parted his lips and sought the big mans mouth as a thick finger
caressed and then tapped for entry at the boys already lubricated neither
portal. Bobby could feel the thick chest under him vibrate as the gentle
giant penetrated the boy with tongue and finger at opposite ends and they
both started to moan. Hans did his very best to keep the boy occupied in a
kiss that involved more and more of his attention. Play moved to fun moved
to wonder moved to passion moved to a wonderland of kissing that the
experienced corporal had never known existed. Thick fingers, first one and
then two and finally three continued to open and explore the tender boy
hole, but both were unaware, lost in the passion of oral copulation. Anal
stimulation only added to their mutual passion. Tongue to tongue, lips
swollen and hot with pulsing blood, teeth engaging carefully as each
sampled the flavor and taste and feel of intense osculation (heavy kissing
for those of you who haven't been through sex school yet), and the
wonderful mixture that resulted from their intransigent desire for complete
union. Bobby was moaning and panting with desire, trying mightily to push
down so that his now dilated and pulsing nethermouth could find something
larger than Hans' fingers to put out the fire that the fervent German had
ignited within his eager lover.

Hans instantly reacted as the boy threatened to pull away, rolling over and
trapping the slight form under the heated, sweaty mass of muscle that was
then controlling the boy almost completely. Hunching forward brought his
belly up and his hips forward. Bobby's thin legs immediately snapped up and
encircled Hans' muscular waist, pulling his butt up to the exact level of
the forward thrusting shaft jutting from the heated Marine's pulsating
loins. Bobby looked down the length of his slight body. Shadowed by the
hulking body, there was, none-the-less, enough light to see clearly. To see
his own body corded with strong, youthful muscle that held him ready,
suspended from the much more massively muscled, quivering and sweat
dripping stallion above him. Bobby saw the bright red head of his engorged
penis laying on his hairless belly, his balls drawn up so tight that they
were no more than smooth bumps at the base of his pulsing organ. Looking
beyond his own tender organs, Bobby sucked in a deep breath when he saw
what confronted him. Massive in it's throbbing, lube dripping, slowly
bobbing search, Hans' cock was the epitome of the Germanic ideal. The
equally huge slick rounded orbs hanging just behind this stallions hard,
thick standard, just hanging there, waiting for the broad, flared head to
demand release of the huge load of male seed built up over months of
celibacy. A waiting that was now soon to be over!

 The straight, thick, whiteness moving, searching with its heat and
moisture seeking single eye for the pulsating target. Well proportioned,
it's thickness belying its length, the main impression one first got was of
great weight. Thin, pellucid skin with a twiggy tracery of blue veins
ensheathing turgid flesh from where it exited the thick, almost invisible
white-blonde mass of pubic hair all the way to where it undulated for the
first time as it slid smoothly and freely over the smooth bluntness that
ended in a small tassel of foreskin and a single, shining dot of
crystalline male liquid. Sweat beaded it's way across Bobby's brow and he
licked his lips in eager trepidation. Lifting his head, Bobby looked deeper
into the shadow. His breath caught and he started to tremble at the sight
of the ponderous male balls swinging so heavily between Hans' legs. He had
seen balls like that only once before, on his uncle's farm. Those balls had
been worn by a young stallion. A rampant and very well equipped young
stallion eager to mount his new mare. These balls were backing up the heavy
thickness looking for entrance into his body. Bobby gasped in fear and felt
a nose nuzzling him from above.

Hans watched the boy discover the threat to his long absent virginity. When
the boy reacted in fear, Hans knew that he had to calm the boy and
reinstill his natural lustful urges. The only alternative was to either
rape the boy or quit trying to get rid of months of sexual
frustration. Neither alternative was viable. Horny as he was, Hans could no
more hurt Bobby by rapeing him than... than... well, than do the same thing
to his own little brother. And as far as just stopping and letting Bobby
alone, Hans was afraid of quite literally losing his mind if he came this
close to terminating months of abstinence, and failed.

Whining like a hungry puppy, Hans nuzzled into the warmth that was the
trembling boy beneath him. Licking and nudging with his nose, Hans
distracted Bobby from the awesome sight between their legs and returned the
boys attention to Hans himself. Lowering himself to his elbows, Hans was
able to rest Bobby's head on a pillow and hold the boy's head between
gentle hands at the same time. Silently, though with suppressed moaning and
whining, the potent want-to-be lover was egging, entreating, pleading,
beseeching for mercy. Hans kissed and licked his way all over the boys
face. Talking in a low, impassioned voice, Hans begged for the privilege of
joining with the beautiful, wonderful Bobby, light of his dreams and heart
of his heart. Bobby melted before the ardent flow as the rough, tough
hard-hitting Marine became a most delightful, gentle suitor, impassioned
admirer, ardent wooer and needful paramour. The boy's thin arms rose and
wrapped around the back of Hans' buzz-cut head, forcing the mans lust
swollen lips to hold still so Bobby could nibble and pull at them, causing
Hans to moan so deeply in his chest that his entire body vibrated from the
soul-stirring sound. Bobby's lips covered the importunate Marine's. Hans'
loins surged forward and his heavy maleness skidded across the boys loins,
slapping the boys tight balls and stiff erection and painting his belly
with manslime released by the retracting foreskin.

Bobby flinched away when his delicate boys toys were first slapped by the
heavy adult organ, but he quickly recovered from his surprise and hunched
back like he was trying to fuck the big mans cock. Lips sucked and tongues
dueled as male hips thrashed at each other in lust driven artlessness,
cocks flopping around, balls banging here and there. All to no practical
effect until Bobby, in frustration, grabbed one of Hans' ears and cranked
it until the big man howled in pain, freezing in position. Bobby held on
for dear life as he pulled his butt up into position by spreading his legs
even further, making a better target for Hans. As Bobby eased off on his
ear Hans had time to think, to realize what Bobby had done for them.

Carefully, with great care to not disturb the balance of the boy hanging
beneath his belly, Hans slowly pulled his loins back feeling every contour
of the boys ridged belly, cock and the little mounds of preteen-sized
balls, his cockhead so sensitive by this time that he could feel every
detail, even through the doubled fold of his foreskin. Bobby started to
whine in need as the heavy, slime-leaking cockhead pulled back across his
tummy and then down his supersensitive tube of boy flesh. When the grossly
swollen cockhead bounced across his balls and fell stickily to his taint,
Bobby involuntarily hunched upwards and instinctively trapped the
skin-shrouded nozzle between his tight boy-cheeks, his anus puckering out
and grabbing at the little bud of proud flesh covering the weeping eye of
the dark-seeking hole separator.

With a great cry of need, Hans reversed the direction of his hips and Bobby
cried out as he was pushed forward by the thick bluntness of the Marines
most ernest appendage. Clinging tightly to his assailant, Bobby took a deep
breath and opened his lower mouth just as he'd been taught in school. Hans
gurgled from deep in his chest as his cockhead rode smoothly through the
rolling, track-laying velvet of his foreskin as it created a virtually
friction-free entrance into the awaiting pleasures within. Bobby gasped in
pain and fear as he felt his hole being spread more wide-open than it had
ever been before. There was no friction as Hans' cock slid into him on its
self-lubricated and self-laid pathway, but the stretching, the expansion of
his asshole was unbelievable as the hard ridge surmounting the blunt,
squared-off cockhead was pushed past his outer ring of muscle and lodged,
stuck in the muscular tube of his anus between the inner and outer rings of
muscle.

Bobby's body did one huge, tonic rush. Every muscle in his body going rigid
at the same time. Back arched, Bobby clamped his legs brutally around his
assaulter's narrow waist as if to crush his spine. Thin arms clamped
powerfully to thick, bull neck as the rictus peeled the boys lips back from
sharp young teeth. Han's himself groaned as the small anus clamped down
with enough pressure to squish half the blood out of the engorged
cockhead. The clenched asshole refused to permit any blood to exit the now
grossly swollen and empurpled cockhead. Hans had never felt his cock sting
and burn like this. His attempts to save his cock by withdrawing were
foiled by the iron grip Bobby had on his now battered flesh.

The tetany faded and a series of shudders tore through the boy as his body
fought to adjust to the huge plug in his ass. He knew he'd accepted this
man into himself earlier in the day, but the organ simply hadn't been this
large and corrugated as it was now! As Bobby flopped around in the throes
of overwhelming sensation, Hans supported him with one arm much as a mother
supports a fevered babe. With a final twisting thrust, Bobby forced the
engorged cockhead through the second, inner, portal and into his gut. The
sensation of that inner portal being filled by Han's thick cockshaft, his
gut being distended and his tender young prostate being crushed by Hans'
now bare naked cockhead was more than the battered boy could take. He
convulsed, and then convulsed again, spraying thick clots of teen cream all
over himself and the startled, fascinated, and nearly unbelieving Hans. All
of this overwhelmed the man. He'd fucked unnumbered women. He was even
considered a superior lover, able to take most women to places they had
never been before. But this was so far beyond anything he had ever
experienced before, beyond anything he had heard about or even dreamed
about that he was stunned into inaction. Voluntary inaction, that
is. Involuntarily, Bobby swept him along in his mad rush, the convulsing
body strangled his cock and seemed to rip his thick sperm not only out of
his prostate and seminal vesicles, but directly from his balls. There was
nothing he could do to prevent the boy from vacuuming his balls dry, or to
keep the boy from clamping solidly to his cock at the same time the
panting, screaming man was trying to shoot another load, causing the backed
up manseed to clog his tubes and cause enough back pressure to almost blow
his balls clean out of his ballsack.

Hans was praying, begging Bobby to let him cum, to not suck his balls dry,
to let his juice explode, to please... please... please....

Men outside the "soundproof" door looked at each other with wide eyes,
groping themselves open-mouthed as they tried to imagine what was going on
behind the solid door. As the sounds deadened the attempts of a grown man
trying to stifle his whimpers the young Marines shakily moved off to their
own beds, therein to lay, and wonder, and dream.



Military Stud

Chapter 7



Early the next morning, Bobby popped out of his room, glowing with happy,
youthful exuberance. Hank's bunk was the nearest to Bobby's rooms and the
red-head waved and said, "Good mornin' sunshine. You're lookin' chipper
this morning!"

"Hi, Hank. You're looking good, even with your pants on."

That got a laugh out of everyone who overheard the exchange and brought on
a chorus of good mornings and well wishes among the men. Hank asked about
Sgt. White and Corporal Black. Bobby just smiled and said they were tired
and wanted to sleep in this morning. The guys laughed knowingly and looked
around at each other, wondering if they dared going into that room with
their sluty SLUT. Bobby helped whoever he could, making a bed or sweeping
the deck, made no difference. Quickly, the platoon area was "squared away
and ship-shape" Profesor Schwartz said (he was really Pfc. Marty Schwartz,
but everyone called him "Professor").

Pfc Sharp said "Chow Time!".

Half a second later we were in formation, ready to go. Pfc. Hank said,
"Whoa, Bobby, you get up front and carry the guidon. Toomy (fuck all that
Pfc. bullshit!) Said, "what the fuck? Sez who?"

"Toomy, give the kid a chance. You've seen his legs. At our usual speed
we'd run the poor kid into the ground, give him a chance to set the pace!"

"Yeah, Toomy. Give the kid a break. Hell, who knows. He might even suck
that ugly dick of yours."

Amid all the laughing and urging, Toomy quickly showed the kid how to hold
the standard and asked him if he remembered where the Mess Hall was.

Bobby looked at him with pity in his eyes, "I'm fourteen, Toomy. Do you
think I'd forget where the food is?"

Toomy laughed, "Dumb question, huh!" Bobby just shrugged, as if to say, "Oh
yeah!"

Pfc. Rudenskoph, "Ivan", called out, "Attention!... Double-time, March!"

Along the way, Bobby left everyone except Hank and Toomy in the dust. He
waited for everyone to catch up before saying, "Was I keeping up OK, Hank?"

That got him mobbed and, screaming and pleading for mercy, he got tossed
into the fountain in front of the mess-hall. All the guys went in to have
breakfast. Unperturbed, Bobby got out of the water, stripped naked,
spreading his wet uniform over some bushes to dry. Dressed in his combat
boots, utility cap and a smile he went in to get some breakfast. The loud
susurrous of many voices and laughter caused the Mess-Sargent to suddenly
appear, steel spoon in hand. "What!" He demanded.

Bobby looked up at the overweight mess sergeant. "They threw me into the
fountain, Gunny!" Bobby accused as he pointed out the guilty party's. "They
didn't want me to get any breakfast!"

"Well, we can't have that, can we. And we can't have that bunch of horny
animals lusting after you while you're trying to eat, can we!" The Gunny
wasn't asking questions, he was making statements. "You come on around to
the back asile. You can sit at Gunny's private table in back and I'll cook
you a special breakfast myself."

Bobby headed for the end of the serving line, sashaying his tight little
butt the whole way. He paused just long enough to wiggle his butt at them
And fire off a wet, juicy raspberry. There was a general movement by the
whole platoon in his direction. Bobby squealed, "GUNNY!!!", As he ran for
safety. Everyone in the mess-hall was laughing at Bobby's antics. Bobby's
guys got a lot of envious looks as they finished breakfast. Proud of their
SLUT, they carefully gathered up ALL of Bobby's clothes and took them to
the barracks for him, saying, "Paybacks a real bitch, ain't it!"

Gunny and Bobby came to an agreement and Bobby had steak and eggs with
grits, which he'd never eaten before. Tentative at first, Bobby decided he
liked grits, especially after Gunny showed him how to break the runny
yellow yokes into them. Gunny enjoyed watching Bobby eat. The boys natural
happiness and exuberance for everything he did made the man wish he'd had a
son. Then again...

Gunny wrapped the boy in an apron that was only about 5 sizes too big and,
holding his hand lead him out to the fountain. Bobby looked around and
didn't see one bit of his clothing, and he was pretty sure who was
responsible! He gave Gunny his apron back and, waving, started ambling back
to the barracks just as a small child would. Gunny was going to try and
disuade him, then thought better of it. There was no way he was going to
win an argument with the boy in any case. No one else had!

At a distance, Bobby turned and waved again yelling, "Thanks, Gunny. I'll
see you the next time I'm hungry."

Smiling at the little imp, he waved back, definitely deciding that he
wished he had had a son.

About half-way back, a jeep pulled up and stopped next to him. Looking up
he saw a corporal driver. A her corporal! Bobby had no idea there was such
a thing. Still looking up at her he said, "I don't think you're supposed to
drive on the parade ground, Mam. She gave Bobby a stern look and pointed to
the chevrons on her pressed blouse.

The other girl in the jeep walked around to deal with the naked midget. He
looked up and thought `Oh! Shit! She's a girl and she's a Bird Colonel! OH!
SHIT! Shit! shit.' He snapped to attention as he'd been trained and since
he was wearing a cover (hat) he snapped off one of his best salutes.

The Col. returned his salute and said, "What... Who are you, and why are
you naked?"

"Staff Sergeant Bobby Blain, Madam!"

"Staff Sergent? What are you, a midget or something? And why are
you... Mmmm... UNdressed like that? And DON'T call me Madam! I'm a
Colonel!"

"Yes, Sir..., Uh, Yes Ma..., I mean, Yes Colonel. I'm a SLUT and I'm naked
Cuz my guys threw me in the fountain and stole my clothes. But that's OK
Mamm, Uh... Colonel, cuz I pulled a trick on them first."

"YOU'RE A WHAT!!!"

I'm a Staff Sargent in the SLUT Corps, Colonel. "E" Co., 2nd Plt

"Slut Corps. What...the..."

"SLUT, Madam. Not slut! Madam, State Lads Unisexual Tempering Service. I'm
Responsible for my men's health, Attitude, and mental fortitude."

"Your... What... It's..."

"I'm a SLUT... I let my men fuck me to improve their attitudes and create
an atmosphere of Esprie de Corps, trust among the men and unit
cohesiveness."

"You let the men fuck you over?"

"No Madam, Usually in my mouth or in my ass... or between my feet. And then
there was the guy who taught me..."

"That's enough...

So, all weekend passes were canceled and the whole platoon was restricted
to quarters. Any joy or happiness Bobby had brought was destroyed. The
bitching and griping was reaching epic proportions.

Bobby ushered his Black and White team into his room. "Sorry guys, I
thought we were just having fun. Anyhow we've got to deal with this, right
now. Sgt. White, how do you get along with the Mess Sergeant?"

"We're long time buddies, why?"

"Corporal Black, how are you at scrounging?"

Sgt. White spoke up, "World class crook, uh, scrounger is our
Cpl. Black. World class!"

Cpl. Black just did a sort of, "Ahhh, shucks" thing.

—Much whispering ensued—

The Black and White team took off at a ground eating run. Marines with a
mission. The restricted to quarters didn't apply to them because "They
didn't know about it".

Bobby went into the bay, still naked. He went over to Joe-Bob's
bunk. "Hank. Think you can get the guys to quiet down and get them into one
group."

"No problem, Short Round."

Hank just walked into the open communal space, stuck his fist up in the air
and yelled, "Second Platoon!"

It a spastic reflex, everyone scrambled into the open space in front of
Pfc. Hank, dressed ranks and stood at attention.

Bobby was surprised at the flurry of motion and sudden silence. Gulping, he
said, "At ease guys. I didn't mean to put you through all that. The Marines
smiled at each other, happy to have finally surprised their newest
member. "I've got to ask, "Please be honest. Do any of you think that, in
any way, I've done something foolish or stupid or meant, in any way, to
hurt this unit or anyone in it?"

Silence.

Then, from the back row, Pvt. Toomy's voice rang out above the slience,
"Yeah" —a few seconds of utter silence— "You joined 2nd platoon!"

Shock, quickly followed by laughter and the issue was behind them. Bobby
was officially part of the platoon! Bobby got up on one of the tables and
signaled for them to gather around. (Bobby had been trained, and had
quickly learned the signals and signs the raiders typically used in the
field.

—Much more whispering—collusion—and plotting—

When the female (she was no lady!) Colonel came by to "check on the troops"
she found a Field Medical Hospital & Surgery (FMHS) in front of the
barracks, a complete Field Mess Unit (FMU), including a Foreword Unit
Canteen & Kitchen (FUCK) on loan from the SLUT Headquarters complete with
staff, portable bar, bar-b-que, and surface mounted swimming pool behind
the barracks.

She went storming into a ALL MALE barrack, without being announced first,
interrupting Bobby in the performance of his duties. Bobby had made
everyone aware of the medical and recreation facilites. He then had them
strip all the bunks and carpet the floor with the mattresses in a manner
that created one huge bed. He then had proceeded to take on all
comers. Nobody in the room, including a couple of the cooks, was wearing
much of anything other than dog-tags.

Unbeknownst, to the Col., her entire performance, from unannounced
entrance, to raging, blistering, swearing right through the entire show,
finally putting all of them under close arrest, saying (screeching) that
even the least among them was going to to face a General Courts Martial!

Bobby identified himself as the senior enlisted person present, told the
Col. that he had control of his, HIS, men and that she was to control
herself and to leave the barracks.

She gave Bobby some very specific, and biologically impossible, orders.

Bobby countered with, "Mamn. This is not your unit and you are not in our
chain of command. Please return to your quarters and place yourself under
arrest for conduct unbecoming!

That was when she slugged Bobby! Who stood there and took the blow. A huge
smile spreading across his face. "Thank you Colonel! Now I am PLACING you
under arrest. Peacefully if possible, or (signaling behind her) will I have
to have you restrained until someone with sufficient rank can be called to
take charge of you."

She lunged for Bobby. Sgt. White, ably assisted by Cpl. Black took her arms
and just stood there, immobile.

"Perhaps I can be of assistance, came a voice from the front doorway. Every
one turned and had no problem recognizing the Division CO, three-star
General Tefferbotm. Standing next to him was a four-star general who Bobby
recognized as the CO of SLUT. Somebody was in deep, deep do do! Bobby just
kept on smiling, the Col. had played her part as if she'd had a script!



The courts-martial evidence demonstrated that the Colonel had confined a
unit to quarters who, in the performance of their duties, had spent six (6)
months on sea duty in a submarine, and then had volunteered for an
intensive three (3) month advanced training course, back to back. Their
reward was supposed to be a week long liberty beginning the evening of
their confinement to quarters.

Their week long liberty was reinstated. Sgt White and Cpl Black made
liberty plans that, most emphatically included Bobby. The three had seen
all the men off and were getting ready to leave themselves when General
Pimp met them at the door.

"Excuse me gentlemen. Do you have a few minutes?"  For Four stars, they had
time! "I wanted to thank you for the low-key way you handled this little
incident and ensured that it would spread no further. That, and I wanted to
know if you would like a replacement SLUT?"

The big men moved as one to "Protect" Bobby from the General. "Sir," they
said at the same time. Corporal gave way to Sergeant and Sgt White
continued, "Sir, Bobby is one of us and he's going to stay one of us!" Sgt
White was taking no guff, not even from a four-star general. Cpl. Black
just nodded his agreement and put his hand on Bobby's shoulder. For his
part, Bobby had a radiant smile on his face and looked so angelic that
everyone immediately checked their wallets and crotches, butter might not
melt melt in his mouth, but better safe than very, very sorry!

"So. He's gotten to you guys already."

Sgt. & Cpl. both looked down and sort of shuffled their feet. Bobby popped
up with, "They, the whole company, have been really good to me, General
Pimp. And you quit trying to out macho them. They'd already won before you
even started!"

Shaking his head he looked at the enlisted men, "See what I mean. No
respect. Not even for my four stars."

"I think you, you the person, NOT the four stars, have to meet with His
approval. He simply doesn't care about what you are. All he sees is who you
are."

General Pimp looked right at Bobby. "That's my boy!"

"I ain't a boy!"

"OH, Yes you ARE!!!" Three deep male voices echoed each other... And the
chase was on...

—Barely the beginning—

End of second segment


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War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and
degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is
worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing
to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is
a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made so and
kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

     --- John Stuart Mill (1806-1873)