Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2010 19:11:46 -0600
From: Mike Johnson <buffstud567@gmail.com>
Subject: Sgt Carter - Afghanistan Part 1

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Sergeant Carter - Afghanistan Part 1


Upon touching down in Kabul Afghanistan my squad and I received our orders
to report to the remote outpost Spera.  Spera is located high in the rugged
mountains of Khost province and is only accessible by helicopter.  Our
orders are to support the existing training team and assist in the training
of the Afghan National Army.  The existing 4 man fire team has been on site
for 3 weeks and has requested a squad of additional personnel to assist
training the 50 afghan army recruits. My squad, which consists of three 4
man fire teams and me, are briefed by local command on the conditions at
outpost Spera.

Spera is extremely remote and high in the mountains, there one well at the
outpost and two nearby by controlled by local village government.  Supplies
are flown in monthly and that is the only contact with the outside world
except by radio or sat phone.  There is a small friendly village just
outside of the outpost where the afghan army recruits stay.  The village
population is about 20 to 30 people and they are mostly farmers and goat
herders.  We will be flying in with the next supply run that leaves at 6am
the next morning consisting of 3 helicopters.

I was given a stack of reports from Spera to review before morning.  The
first week's reports are pretty much the standard situational reports and
introduction to the local tribal government.  The training team was
spending a lot of time with the local tribal government trying to secure
additional water for the outpost.  It appeared that the tribal government
did not want money or supplies but some else in trade but the report did
not state what.  The training reports for the second and third week showed
that the training team was falling behind in meeting training objectives
and time schedules thus requesting the additional staffing of a squad to
bring the training back on schedule.

My squad appeared nervous the next morning as we boarded the helicopters
for the 30 minute flight to Spera.  This was their first tour in
Afghanistan and they all came straight from Infantry Training Battalion and
none were over the age of 22.  I am the oldest in the squad at 24 and this
is my second tour. As we were approaching the outpost we flew or the
village.  There appeared to be about 20 to 30 mud brick buildings in the
village but it was hard to tell because some of them were built into the
mountain side and blending well into the landscape.  There were several
large agricultural fields near the village and several large goat herds of
goats above the village on the next plateau.  When we landed at the outpost
we were met by the Captain of the local Afghan army and several recruits
who assisted us in unload the supplies form the helicopters.  I asked where
the training team was and the Captain told me they and 25 of the recruits
were on an overnight training in the mountains.  This seemed a little odd
to me but they were behind in their training schedule.  The afghan recruits
squared away the supplies and the Captain escorted my squad to our
barracks.  The barracks was a large single room building with about 25 cots
lining the walls.  There was a small open shower area at the end of the
building with 3 overhead nozzle and drain in the floor.  The Captain said
they had no sewer system so the outhouse was out behind the barracks.  He
also warned us that showers were not heated and the drain was just a hole
in the floor so not to use a lot of water.

I asked the captain when I might expect the training crew back and he said
most likely tomorrow night at the earliest.  I asked if it would be a
problem if me and my men to a look around the outpost and village.  He said
that the outpost was fine but not to go into the village unless he escorted
us till we all could be introduced to the tribal leaders.  He suggested
that we take the rest of today off and tomorrow and wait for the training
crew to come back tomorrow night to be briefed.  I was a little uneasy
about this but since there was no one to brief us we really couldn't start
training anyway.  I ordered the squad to divide up into their 4 man teams
and explore the outpost get familiar with their no post. I asked the
Captain if he or one of the recruits could show me to the training team's
quarters.  He inquired as to why and I informed that I wanted to drop off
some reports and materials from the forward command. He thought about it
for a minute led me to a small building on the other side of the compound.
Upon entering the building I notice a strange odor that was familiar but I
could put my finger on what it was.  The room was setup with 12 beds and
they are all being used by the way they were messed up. I asked which beds
were assigned to the training team and the captain point to the last four
by the shower area.  As I approached the shower area the odor was getting
stronger and then I could place it, it was cum that I smelled and I could
see lots of it on the floor of the shower.  I didn't say anything the
captain but just went to Corporal Johnsons bunk to drop off the supply
requisitions, information requests from forward command and I decided to
hang on to the regional activity reports until I could talk to the Corporal
directly.  I noticed the Corporal's journal sticking out under the edge of
the pillow and wanted to take a look at it but not with the captain
watching me.  As I turned to leave I stumbled and purposely fell onto the
Corporal's bunk to grab his journal without the captain seeing me and I was
successful.  I stuck the journal in the briefing jacket/folder that I was
carrying and got up.  The captain excused himself after we were about half
way across the outpost to go attend to his duties with his recruits.  I
thanked him for his help and said that I would see him later at lunch.

He said that here at the outpost they ate two meals a day, breakfast and
lunch, and dinner was a protein shake.  He told to have my men at the mess
hall at 1200hrs and he would make sure that our lunch was ready and dinner
would be at 1800hrs.  I thanked him again for his help and he went back to
his duties.  I wondered around the outpost looking around and learning the
outpost.

I found another barracks and went in to look around and found the barracks
for the afghan army recruits.  Most of the recruits were of the recruits
were sleeping but there were a couple sitting on their bunks cleaning their
rifles. Something just wasn't right here, the reports that I read said the
afghan recruits were staying in the village, it is 1000hrs and the recruits
are still sleeping, and Corporal Johnson team was bunking with some on the
recruits and then there was the cum all over the shower in their barracks.

I left the barracks and went to the next building and discovered the supply
stores.  The stores were clean organized and appeared unused. The only
thing that I could find that had been touched or used was the gun oil.  It
appeared that out of the 5 cases that was sent three weeks ago only two
bottles remained and I don't see the 5 cases that we brought in on today's
supply run. Maybe the army recruits have it cleaning their weapons.

I went back to my barracks to find the rest of my squad there squaring away
their gear.  A little about my squad, there are 13 of us total, three 4 man
fire teams and myself Sgt Thaddeus Carter. I am 24 year old, 6'0, and about
160lbs of solid muscle, been in the Corps for 6 years and I am black.  I am
the only member in this squad who is not white.  The rest of the squad is
fresh out of Infantry Training Battalion. FT 1 consists of Pvt Tyler is 18
years old, 5'9 and about 150lbs, Pvt Adams is 19 years old, 6'0, and about
140lbs, Pvt Jackson is 21 years old, 5'10, and about 155lbs.  FT2 consists
of Pvt Moore is 19 years old, 6'0, and about 130lbs, Pvt Bennett is 19
years old, 5'8, and about 140lbs, Pvt Jillian is 21 years old, 5'10 and
about 140lbs, Pvt Harper is 20 years old, 5'10, and about 155lbs.  FT3
consists of Pvt Marks is 19 years old, 6'0, and about 135lbs, Pvt Kenton is
21 years old, 5'9, and about 150lbs, Pvt Kasey is 20 years old, 5'10, and
about 145lbs, Pvt Jenson is 18 years old, 6'0 and about 140lbs.

I asked the squad if toured the outpost and if they found anything odd or
out of place.  Pvt Tyler said that only that he found odd was that Corporal
Johnson's entire team went on an overnight training mission leaving the
outpost to the recruits and we all agreed.  Pvt Jenson asked if anybody
noticed that there wasn't a communication center in the outpost.  Come to
think of it I said the only radio antennas I saw on approach were in the
village.

An army recruit stumbled into to our barracks and announced that lunch was
being served early and it would be ready in 10 minutes.  I told the recruit
that we would just have a MRE for lunch as we had a few things to get done
before lunch.  The recruit looked worried and asked what was wrong and he
said that the captain had a special lunch prepared for our arrival.  I told
the recruit to inform the captain that we would be on time for lunch.

I told the squad to stow their gear, secure their weapons carrying in the
outpost and we headed to the mess hall.  When we arrived at the mess hall I
was lead to the captain's table and the rest of the squad sat with the
recruits.  The captain welcomed us to the Spera outpost and requested that
the squad introduce themselves to the recruits.  They took turns
introducing themselves to the recruits and talked about the skills they
would be teaching.  Lunch was served to mess hall by several members of the
village that were employed as kitchen staff.  The lunch was nothing like
regular military food; today's lunch was all traditional foods and was
either grown or raised locally. Lunch was fantastic and then they brought
out desert, it was pudding type desert type resembled rice pudding but it
was a little tart and salty more than it was sweet. We all had least two
portions of desert when I noticed most of the afghan recruits had left.

We thanked the captain the great lunch and a fantastic desert he reminded
me that dinner would be at 1800 hrs. As we were walking back to barracks we
passed the afghan recruits playing soccer in the center of the outpost and
invited the squad to play. I said it would be fine but in the heat of the
day they would be better off changing in to their PT uniforms and to drink
plenty of water.  One of the afghan recruits said they had plenty of
bottled water just hurry and go change.  I went back to the barracks to
grab Corporal Johnson's journal and find a place to watch the soccer game
and read the journal.  The guys quickly changed and went out challenge the
recruits to some stupid bet knowing this squad.

I found a shady spot under the ledge of a rock outcropping to sit and read
Johnson's journal and watch the soccer game.

(Corporal's Johnson's journal entries)

We arrived at outpost to find that the afghan army recruits had been here a
week ahead us and had the outpost already set up and ready for
training. One problem that needed addressed immediately was water.  The
outpost had a well that produced enough water for about 25 people a
day. But that is about only half of what we needed for drinking water alone
that didn't include hygiene needs at all.  The Recruit captain suggested
that my team meet with the local tribal government to see if we could
negotiate a deal for enough water for the outpost.  The captain set up a
meeting later in the week with the tribal government; in the mean time we
started working with the afghan recruits on basic physical agility and
discipline training.  The mess hall was ran by the recruits and they
decided that we should have two regular meals and for diner have protein
shakes to help build muscle and increase stamina.  We agreed with that and
the captain said the local goat herders would supply goat milk for the
protein shakes.  At first the protein shakes tasted funny but then after a
day they tasted great. On the fifth day my team was informed that we would
be meeting with the tribal government and select farmers for dinner to
discuss our need for water for the outpost.  We were told that it would be
an insult to show up for the meeting in combat battle dress and armed.  I
wasn't comfortable with this but we agreed to the meet anyway because we
really need the water.The only clothes that we had that weren't battle
dress was our PT uniform and the captain said that would be fine as it hot
outside and the meeting would be in the town square.  The village had
transformed the town square into an open air cover patio with long tables
and benches and a feast fit for a king.  We were welcomed with open arms by
the village.

The first thing I noticed that there wasn't any women or children in the
village.  There were about thirty five villager s and 5 elders on the
tribal government.  The village served some kind of desert before the main
course.  The desert was a type of rice pudding that was salty and not sweet
but it was very good and the four of had seconds which seemed to please the
villagers and the tribal elders. Then the next course was a local herbal
fermented wine, while it was against my better judgment, we all drank the
wine with dinner.  The wine was very sweet and didn't taste like any wine I
have ever tasted before, it also seemed to cause a flushed sensation that
made all my senses extra sensitive. The main course was goat and vegetables
and more wine and then we finished dinner off with more of that rice
pudding type of desert.  After dinner the tribal elders led us into the
meeting hall of some kind but instead of normal tables and chairs there
were short tables and pillow to sit on.  In the center of the tables was
something that I later found out was a ceremonial pipe of sorts.  The
elders invited us to sit with them and smoke while we discussed our need
for water.  The tobacco that we smoked was pleasant and aromatic, the more
we talked the more we smoked.

I woke up the next morning with one of the worst hangovers that I have ever
felt and I couldn't remember anything after smoking with the elders.  My
head was pounding, my jaw was swollen, my throat was sore, and my stomach
was bloated.  I looked around the room and saw my three team members still
out cold, naked, and getting bathed by several recruits. I then passed out
again for awhile.  I woke up later that afternoon and my three team members
must have felt better than I did because their bunks were empty.


(Back to the outpost and Sgt Carter)

I looked up when I heard a commotion between the recruits and my
squad. They were yelling and arguing about the bet they made.  I arrived at
the same time the captain did find out what all the fuss was about.  When I
asked what the bet was, Pvt Adams said that the bet was the losing team
would give the winners a blow job.  I looked blankly at my squad and why
the hell did they agree to that kind of bet.  Adams said well sergeant we
are horny and didn't think we would lose.  You idiots, you lost now you pay
up, a bet is a bet and Marines honor their bets.  They just stared at me,
the captain said why don't you guys get some water and meet us in the mess
hall and we can talk about this.  My guys and grabbed a couple bottles of
water each and drank them down on the way to the mess hall.  When we
arrived at the mess hall all the afghan recruits were already there and
there were about 15 of the tribal pipes as Corporal Johnson described in
his journal.

The captain explained that is there custom to settle disputes and
negotiations over a smoke while discussing the issues.  All of the pipes we
lit as both sides presented the dispute.  After about 5 minutes of smoking
the entire squad of marines was unconscious and the recruits were laughing
and stripping the squad members naked and laying them out across the
tables.  Ok recruits here are the rules, just like with the last group of
Marines, train them to pleasure us with their mouths and throats and no
more than one finger goes in the ass.  We don't want them knowing that they
are being trained to be whores just yet. So get to it, have fun and
remember no more than one finger up their ass.

The afghan recruits knew that they had about two hours of play time with
these new toys before they would start to wake up.  The recruits gathered
around the unconscious Marines as they started to rub, lick and massage the
Marines.  As the marines began to moan the recruits started to shove their
dicks in the marine's mouths trying to open their throats.  The more the
marines moaned the harder the recruits pounded their throats.  Some of the
recruits were satisfied blowing their seeding in the mouths of the marines
but most of the recruits wanted to face fuck the marines hard and deep to
make sure their cum made it to the marines stomachs.  For two solid hours
the marine squad was trained by the afghan recruits on how to suck a hard
afghan dick and swallow their seed. The marine's asses were expertly
fingered in to submission by each recruit using the only lubrication that
was available, gun oil.  This caused the squad to spill their own seed many
times in that two hours and most of that seed was collected to go into
their protein shakes.  The marines were quickly cleaned up and redressed to
be awoken for the evening dinner shake.

The marine squad started to wake up slowly realizing that they must have
fallen asleep after their soccer game and dispute talks. The captain said
the dispute has been settled and the bet withdrawn.  He cautioned the
marines not to bet so foolishly in the future.  Now that has been settled
let us have our evening meal.  Now that I was fully awake I noticed that my
body was tingling and that I had a deep desire to fuck someone, anyone, and
it didn't matter who.  I also noticed that my jaw hurt and that I felt full
like I had already eaten dinner.  I looked at the rest of my squad and the
all seemed a little dazed and I couldn't be for sure but I swear several of
them looked like they had swollen lips.

Once all of the dinner shakes we given out the captain made a toast 'to new
friends and long time relationships' everyone toasted and drank down the
protein shake.  That taste again, I know that taste but I can't place it, a
couple of my men ask if they might have another protein shake as they were
licking their glass clean. The captain laughed at this and said sure why
not and went back to the kitchen to prepare the shakes.  He brought the two
shakes out and handed one to Pvt Tyler and the other to Pvt Jensen and
watched as these two guzzled the shake down and licked their lips.  This
must have amused some of the afghan recruits as they started laughing and
cheering the two marines.

Someone suggested that everyone call it an early night because there was an
early training mission scheduled.  I sent my squad off to our barracks as I
needed to hit the latrine.  When I entered my barracks I noticed that there
were about 10 afghan recruits carrying equipment and tables inside.  The
recruits were setting up what appeared to be a small entertainment center
complete with big screen TV, DVD player, PS3, and some satellite network
link.  They were also setting up tables, chairs and laying out poker chips
and cards for what appeared to be a poker game. The recruits brought in
several cases of bottled water and told that we need to make sure that we
stayed hydrated. After everything was set up the recruits asked if anyone
wanted to play poker or play Madden NFL on the PS3.  The squad said hell
yeah let's get some games going. One of the recruits ran back his barracks
to see in anyone else want to play and about 8 more recruits should up to
our barracks.  We now had about 18 of the recruits here in our barracks
either playing poker or PS3.  I decided that I was going to relax on my
bunk and finish reading the Corporal's journal.


(Back to Corporal Johnson's journal)

I went looking for the rest of my fire team when I ran into one of the
afghan recruits. He told me that the rest of my guys went into the village
to help bring back water. I had to hit the latrine before going to see I
could be any help.  When I was in the latrine I couldn't help but notice
how the place smelled like gun oil.

When I got down to the village square I ran into one of the elders and
asked if he had knew where my guys where and he said yes, they are helping
one of the farmers with loading wagons.  He asked I would mind helping him
move some supplies from the meeting hall to the tavern.  We went over to
the meeting hall and he sat down at one of the pipes and asked if remember
our agreement from the other night.  I told him that it all a bit hazy but
I did remember that we drank herbal wine and smoked the pipe as we talked
about payment for the water.  As I was talking he lit the pipe and
encouraged me to smoke with him, not to be rude I of course joined him.  He
said the we came to an agreement after we offered money and they declined,
and we offered supplies and they declined and we offered protection and
they declined but when we asked the elders if there was anything we had
that wanted or needed they said yes there something we could offer them.  I
stopped smoking and listened closely because I had no idea what I promised
them in return for the water we needed.

He said you really don't remember anything from that negotiation do you? I
shook my head and said no I really don't.  He got up told me to grab the
box that was sitting on the next table and follow him.  We walked down a
back alley to a rear office in the tavern.  He told me to have a seat and
opened a cabinet to reveal a TV set and pressed play on a VCR.  The scene
on the TV was that night of negotiations at the meeting hall.  As I watched
and listened I could hear one of the elders say that the only thing they
wanted was us to provide them with all the pussy that they wanted.  I
watched my reaction as I laughed and said 'Is that all', I can have a squad
of female marines here in an hour.  The elder said no we don't want female
pussy....we want male pussy, to be exact we want military male pussy and
plenty of it. I told the elders that there was no way that I could agree to
that and the negotiations were over. I told my fire team we were done and
stood to leave when the room started spinning and I fell back down.  The
same thing happened all of the fire team.  The elders were smiling and said
that they weren't done yet and started to remove their robes.  As my marine
fire team tried to leave we held by the villagers as they started removing
our clothes.  One of the elders knelt in front of me and started stroking
my hardening dick.  He continued to jack me off until I was hard as a rock
and then started to lick just the head of my penis. He did this for about 5
minutes as he was playing with my nuts.  He would bring the brink of
cumming and then stop, he did this over and over and lost count how many
times.  Then one of the elders started licking and playing with my ass.
Then both elders started working together bringing to the brink of cumming
and then stopping.  Finally I was begging the just let me come I would do
anything just let me cum.  They said that they wanted my entire team to
stay here at the outpost and I was to find reasons to stay.  I was to start
bringing more and more military combat crews thru the outpost so they can
be trained to pleasure the men of Afghanistan.  They didn't care how I did
it.  I told them I couldn't do it, it wouldn't be right.  Both elders
started in again but this time one of them started fingering my ass and
found my prostrate. This brought me over the edge, I promise them whatever
they wanted just let me get off and that they did.  The elder turned off
the TV and looked at me and asked if I remembered anything now. He told me
that my men and I performed all night long in the meeting hall for the
villagers, that we sucked every dick in the village at least once. I told
him I couldn't do it.

He said that if I refused that tape and the tape they were filming right
now in the next room would make it the forward marine base and to all the
media in the country. As he opened the door into the tavern I could he men
moaning, gasping, and choking.  When I walked into the tavern, cheers
roared 'another whore'.  What I saw is hard to describe but here goes.  Pvt
Bastin, youngest member of my fire team at 18, was straddling over a
villager on the floor riding about a 9 inch dick. There were two more
villagers on each side of him that he was jacking off as they waited their
turn at him. He kept saying 'fuck me harder, fuck my ass harder'.  Another
villager walked up behind Pvt Bastin and shoved his 10 inch dick up his ass
right next to the other dick that was in there.  He screamed 'oh...ohh
yeah...  you bastards... fuck me...that feels so good... fuck me'.  I
couldn't believe this, he was enjoying this, how could he.  I then looked
over to Pvt Ramos, the 20 year old on my team, on his back on the table
with a dick down his throat and one ramming his ass.  He was moaning and
groaning obviously enjoying what was being done to him. He had at least
four villagers around him waiting their turn.  The third member of my team,
PVT Riley, who was 22, was on his knee getting face fucked by some huge
dicked villager.  He was finger fucking his own ass and he was definitely
enjoying himself.  If this was all being captured on tape, they were
willing participants in this sexual orgy.  Someone grabbed my arm and
forced me to my knees, waved a big dick in front of me, and something in my
head snapped, I had to have that dick down my throat. I dove on the dick
and sank it as far down my throat as I could and kept it down my throat
until it feed me that sweet nectar that I had to have. That night I
remembered everything and enjoyed everything that was done to me.

Over the next week my fire team became the sexual outlet for the entire
village.  My fire team cannot keep up with sexual needs of all these men. I
am going to have to request more Marines, at least a squad to start.

That was the last entry in the journal and that was week ago.


(Back to the outpost and Sgt Carter)

I couldn't believe what I just read, is this a fucking joke, this can't be
true. Johnson is just fucking with whoever might read his journal.  I hide
the journal within some other confidential paperwork that I am supposed to
give to Corporal Johnson when I see him.  I sit up on my bunk and look
around there is nothing out of the ordinary going on. There is group of
recruits and marines playing poker and another group playing PS3.  I walk
over to the poker game to see who was winning.  By the chips on the table
is appeared that it was still evenly matched. It was hot in the barracks
and there was little air movement.  I walked over and grabbed a couple
bottles of water and downed them.  The water was really refreshing actually
made me feel cooler.  I ordered all my guys to make sure they drank plenty
of water tonight.  I walked outside to the latrine, as I had to go again.
I still can't get over the smell of gun oil in the latrine.

When I got back to the barracks someone had brought a couple of the Afghan
water pipes and was passing them around for the troops to use freely.  Soon
there was a thick layer of smoke in the barracks and even if you weren't
smoking one of the pipes you were inhaling the smoke with every breath.  I
was watching them play poker and noticed that my guys were losing against
the afghan recruits and I noticed the same thing when I was watching them
play PS3 again the recruits were winning.  I grabbed another bottled water
and was drinking it down when I heard Pvt Tyler say 'I am out, I don't have
any more chips'.  'So what' said one of the recruits, 'start betting your
clothes'.  Tyler said 'ok I bet my shirt'.

Shortly the poker game is over and my marines were naked and the recruits
were still fully clothed.  The guys playing PS3 must have gotten bored and
changed the TV over to the satellite to see what they could find.  One of
the afghan recruits started passing around the water pipes again and this
time tobacco was really strong and gave me a head rush.  I heard couple
guys gasp as I turned around.  There was Pvt Tyler on his knees sucking the
dick of one afghan recruits.  I started to same something when the guys
started chanting 'deeper...deeper...deeper'.  Nobody appeared freaked out
by this, instead it look like everyone was getting horny.  The naked guys
were stroking their dicks and the guys with clothes on were rubbing their
crotches.  I looked around the group and noticed there was another one of
my marines on his knees sucking off an afghan recruit.  Pvt Jensen was
going to town trying to deep throat that afghan dick in his mouth.  I
watched him as he repeatedly choked himself on that dick till he could get
it down his throat. It was like that was that only thing that mattered to
him, was to have that afghan dick down his throat.

One by one my marines were pushed to their knees and when a dick was waved
in front of them they just dove right in and started sucking. If one of
them hesitated all I took was for that dick to be rubbed across that
marines face and he would start sucking. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and
the captain was pushing me to my knees to join the rest of my marines. I
started sucking his dick with a fierce desire, all I knew was that as soon
as I saw his dick I had to have it, I had to have that afghan cum in my
stomach.  I heard, thru the haze in my head; make sure someone is recording
this.

As soon as the captain fed me his cum, he helped me to stand told me to
look around the room.  He said to look at those white whores getting what
they need and what they desire.  But they are drugged into doing this I
said.  No they are not being forced to do this, look not one of them is
being forced, and this is all their own free will.  As far being drugged,
it is not a drug is just a side effect of the tobacco that you have been
smoking.  It tends to lower the inhibitions and bring out sexual desire.
The sexual desire is within all of us but it needs to be released and that
is all the tobacco does. It releases that desire permanently so that it is
always in the back of the mind.  The odd thing about this is that it only
effects men, has no effect what so ever on woman.  As I looked around my
marines were sucking one recruit after another.  The captain led me over to
Pvt Tyler who had just finished swallowing the load of a recruit. The
captain reached down and waved my dick in front my Pvt and that was all it
took for him to start sucking my dick.  The Pvt had learned well how suck a
dick and in no time he had me hard.  After a couple of minutes I could hear
him choking as I looked down, he was trying to get my 11 inch dick down his
throat.  It took him couple of minute but he finally broke open that sweet
throat and I began to face fuck this marine for all he was worth.  When I
finally came he swallowed every last drop. The captain said that I needed
to train the rest of my squad to suck my big dick.

I told the captain that I didn't think I could abuse my marines in that
way.  He led me over to a table and told me to have a seat facing so that I
could see what was happening to my men.  He told that I would do whatever
they asked of me.  They had photos and video of me and my men and
everything that we had done so far and that I was going to help them train
my men to become the white whores they desired to be.  If I chose not help,
then the photos and videos would reach my family, the Marine Corps and the
press.  This would not only ruin my life but the lives of all my men as
well.  I hesitated a minute and thought, I could find a way out of this but
for now I had to go along.  I just looked at the afghan captain and 'ok I
agree'.  He smiled 'now that we have that settled' we will start your
squads training in the morning.  I look out at the barracks and my men are
still servicing the afghan recruits orally and some of them are getting
finger fucked. The captain told me to have my men ready to go at 0600hrs
dressed in PT uniform.  We would be going on a run thru the mountains, have
each man bring a pack with their combat uniform in it, and a couple bottles
of water.  I ask should we bring any rations, or other equipment and says
that his recruits will supply the rations and that nothing else would be
needed. What if we running into a Taliban patrol? He said 'in that case
your marines will get their training the hard way'.  He ordered his
recruits to start cleaning up the marines and to put them to bed.  The
recruits started taking my marines to the showers to finish up some
training and get them cleaned up.  In about 30 minutes our barracks was
clean, the marines were in their bunks and I laid down to try to get some
sleep.

I woke up with a start to find Pvt Tyler and Pvt Jensen taking turns
sucking my dick. What the hell are you two doing I said trying not to wake
anyone else.  Neither of them said anything they just kept sucking. I tried
to get up and put a stop to this but when Tyler slid my dick down his
throat I lost all resistance.  'Damn man I didn't think you could take the
whole thing' Jensen said. Tyler took my dick out of his mouth and told him
'it is so fucking good, you are going to have learn how' and then he
reached out and pulled Jensen head to my dick.  'Just relax your jaw
muscles and breathe thru your nose' Tyler explained.  'Then each time you
go down try to take just a little bit more and when the time is right let
it pass right into your throat'. I couldn't believe that I had two marines
here kneeling on each side on my bunk, one teaching the other how to deep
throat my dick.  As soon as Jensen was able to take me into his throat
Tyler began to lick and bite my nipples.  This brought me over the edge and
I unloaded down Jensen throat.  Tyler said 'I told you he had a big dick',
Jensen just smiled and licked his lips as they went back to their bunks.

I woke everyone up at told them to prepare for a morning run in their PT
uniform, combat uniform and several bottles of water in your packs.
Formation is in 10 minutes get to it I yelled.

 If anyone remembered anything about last night no one has said anything.
As we were head out for formation the captain said that we needed to have
breakfast before our run and led us over to the mess hall. I told the
captain that we didn't eat breakfast before exercising , he said that it
would be ok it was just going to be a protein shake today since we were
going to be training hard.  We had all drank breakfast and started our run.

We headed thru the village on our run and all the villagers were outside
cheering us on as we passed.  Then the run started up thru a small mountain
pass as we climbed higher and higher into the mountains.  Now we started
off at about 9,000 feet in elevation and the air was pretty thin there.  We
ran for about 5 miles and it was really getting hard to breathe. We stopped
for a rest break and I noticed the afghan recruits weren't even winded let
alone tired.  My guys were soaked with sweat and really trying to catch
their breath.  I was winded but not like my guys.  I told them drink some
water and we would start again.  We continued the run for about another 5
miles when the captain stopped the run and told every one drink some more
water.  The afghan recruits still were not tired, they were joking,
talking, and smoking.  They offered my guys some water and asked in anyone
wanted a cigarette and my guys declined.  The afghan recruits just laughed
at them and called them 'pussies'.  This was taken by my guys as a
challenge even thou they were winded and tired they all took a cigarette
and started smoking.  As they inhaled it seemed to help relax their
breathing and make easier for them to inhale more of the cigarette.  The
recruits were amazed at how it made them feel, how their senses seemed to
perk up.  How the skin felt, how the sweat running do their body felt, how
their shirts rubbing across their nipples sent jolts of electricity thru
the body. The marines asked where they could buy some of the cigarettes and
they told them at the tobacco shop in the village.  The recruit gave my
guys a couple packs and said they could repay him later.

We continued up the trail higher and higher until we reached what appeared
to be an abandoned mine on some kind.  The sun was high in the sky and it
was hot running in the sun.  The captain suggested we take a break and cool
off inside the cave out of the sun.  He said that they usually used this as
rest point on the runs before heading back down to the outpost.  When we
got inside the recruits dropped their packs and stripped off their shirts
as they relaxed.  I told my guys to do the same thing and to sit down and
rest for the run back to the outpost.  The cavern just inside the entrance
was huge; it must have been the size of a football field and about 12 feet
high. It was cooler in the cave but not cold and there was a nice breeze
blowing thru from some vent shaft in the mine somewhere.  I asked the
captain what they mined out of here and he said it only looked like a mine
but it is actually a hidden outpost that the Taliban used to hide from the
Russians many years ago but now they are the only ones that use it.  I
started to go deeper into the cave and he advised against it until everyone
had a chance to rest.  I went over and sat with my men. They were drinking
water and smoking cigarettes.  The recruits challenged the marines to game
of soccer and I told them just be careful.

I asked the captain what really was going on and why were we here?  He said
it was time for more training.  The run was to tire out the marines, the
water has potent sexual stimulants, and the tobacco, as I have told you has
certain side effects.  The tobacco effects short term memory for about a
week and then memories start coming back as dreams or flash backs, it also
intensifies the senses and pleasure centers of the brain.  All of these
things help bring the repressed desires to the surface lets them acted
upon. Right now you see them playing soccer that is to stimulate them and
get the water and tobacco well into the system.  You see how my recruits
are making physical contact all the time and rubbing your marine's bodies
as they play, see how all the marines are horny and have erections.  Any
time now one of your marines is going break and drop down in front one the
recruits start sucking dick.  I asked the captain how long they have been
doing this.  He said that this was the third time with a US military crew,
the first was a navy seal recon team, the second was Corporal Johnson's
team and we were the third team.  I asked if they had done this with other
countries military. He said no but the British were next.

It only took about another couple minutes for what the captain had
explained to happen. Pvt Moore was on his knees sucking a recruits hard
dick like there was no tomorrow.  That was all it took for the rest of the
marines to do the same thing.  The captain told me it was time that I
started breaking in my marines on my big dick.  He said that once I had
finished getting them all deep throating my monster cock that it would be
time to start their anal training.


To be continued.....