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Wanker's Story pt. 2
Horvath nodded, and began unbuckling his belt. "Yeah. Just get me hard."
Sarge got down on his knees in front of Sergeant Charlie, unsnapping his pants and unzipping him while Horvath undid the buttons on his uniform top.
"Come over here, Sendahl. You're going to want to watch this." Sarge said, pulling Horvath's pants down and taking them off, leaving his boots on. The bulge in Sergeant Charlie's underwear was enormous.
I got down off the desk, careful to keep Sarge's jizz inside me because I didn't want to let it out. I went to kneel down beside Sarge. I never looked at Sarge like he'd be the type to do this, but I couldn't argue with that feeling we shared while he opened me up to protect me from having to deal with Sergeant Charlie my first time getting a dick up my ass. I understood something I could never have understood before- that brothers have a bond that goes beyond labels, outside of society's norms. There was nothing above brotherhood, no barriers standing in the way. There was nothing wrong with anything between brothers, no weakness to be ashamed of, no limit to what I would now do for any of them.
I watched Sarge rub Sergeant Charlie's bulge. He kissed Horvath's thigh. When he looked over at me, he smiled. "Watch this, kid." And he peeled Horvath's underwear down, releasing the monster inside.
"Fuck. Sarge, that's not going to fit up my ass." I gasped. Sergeant Charlie's cock, soft, was as big around as my wrist, and as long as Sarge's cock was when it was hard. Sergeant Charlie didn't shave. I'm not sure there would have been a point, as there wasn't a beginning or end to the hair on his body. He was one solid carpet of black fur from his neck to his toes, though his ankles and feet wasn't thick hair. Even his knees were hairy.
"You'd be surprised what'll fit up your ass, Private." Sergeant Charlie said with an amused grin.
"Look, his nuts aren't as big as mine." Sarge said, lifting Horvath's heavy cock to exposed his hairy nuts, which were still sizable. He batted Horvath's nuts like a punching bag a few times while Horvath crossed his arms and stared down.
"None of that is getting my dick hard, Walters. We gonna do this? "
"Yeah, buddy. But the kid here has a trick to show you. You're gonna love it." Sarge pulled my head in. "Take a sniff, it seems to help you."
I leaned in and sniffed Sergeant Charlie's nuts. There was a slight musk there, with a soothing herbal smell mixed in. I couldn't smell any sweat, but Horvath had probably showered. Still, it was a deep, manly smell. I found I liked it too, but not near as much as Sarge's raw, animal he-man odor.
I felt Sarge's lips next to my ear as my face was buried in Sergeant Charlie's groin. "Show him what you did to me. He might take it easy on you if he likes it. Doubtful though, he never takes it easy on me."
I pulled my head out of his hairy nutsack and saw Sarge swallow the entire salami of Horvath's soft dick, right to his pubes. Then I watched Sarge's throat convulse and move. He rolled his eyes to me and indicated for me to take on Sergeant Charlie's nuts. I took a breath. I turned my head so my chin went between Horvath's thighs, then opened wide to let his low hangers drop into my mouth. I might be able to swallow both of them. I doubted it, but still wanted to try. I felt my lips make contact with his upper nutsack, then opened my throat, letting his balls drop through. As soon as I felt contact, I breathed deep, and clamped down to swallow.
"Yeah Walters, take it deep. Keep that sweet mouth down on that hog." Horvath started talking. "You know how- holy FUCK! " My throat started heaving on his nuts, straining to swallow them down past my Adam's apple. "Holy sweet fucking baby Jesus, suck those fucking marbles, FUCK!" I guess the warm, wet throat ballsack massage was a hit, but I didn't have much attention to spare as I was trying not to choke to death on a hairy nut sandwich. When something is lodged in your throat your natural reaction is to choke it out or choke it down, and right now I was going back and forth between the two options and Horvath's heavy cream filled nuts were the rope in my oral tug of war. I felt him press down on my mouth just like Sarge had done. Both his nuts were in my esophagus, lined up like a pinball machine, his sack hung low enough that getting both down in me was possible. I took a gamble before my breath ran out and clamped my lips down over the base of his balls and gave a giant gulp, wondering if I could get them further down.
"Oooooooooooooooh.... Oh fuck. Oh God." Horvath started moaning. And he literally shoved Sarge off his cock, which started bouncing and throbbing. It looked ridiculous watching that huge cock slime it's way out of Sarge's tear stained face like a baby calf being born. I had to spit his nuts out, I was about to pass out. Fuck, I can't say what Sergeant Charlie felt, but trying to swallow two hot, fuzzy extra large plums at the same time kinda turned me on. No lie. Feeling them go down, then back up my throat, over and over again, that was insane.
"Think you could swallow this monster? It's not too much different." Sarge said, offering Horvath's cock to me by the base. It was a true foot long, or I'd eat my shoe. Not like Footling's cock, which was probably close, but nowhere near this thick. I gulped.
"No. It's too big. I don't even think my mouth opens that wide. ". I managed, almost too scared to even try.
"Okay, then chest on the desk, legs spread." Sarge said.
I did exactly that, but I didn't exactly run to get myself in position. Sarge patted me on the back. "Remember to breathe and relax. It'll fit. And it'll be fast."
I laid down, taking comfort in Sarge's uniform underneath me. I saw his underwear a couple feet away. Sarge saw my look.
"Here kid, I got the real thing here. Stick your head in here." He hopped up on the desk and straddled my face. His dick was still hard.
I gladly buried my face between his throbbing cock and those huge nuts. If it was possible, he smelled even better now that the remains of his fuck coated his shaved cock and nuts. Jesus! I reached out and grasped his ass cheeks to pull him into me.
"Slow first, Horvath. Let him expand for a few seconds."
Sergeant Charlie just grunted. "Five days, Walters. I'm not holding back. My babies have been swimming around lost for five days in my sack. Your Private is just going to have to figure out how to take his pounding." He said with no apology.
Sarge sighed and caressed my buried head with his strong mitts. "Breathe deep, Private. It's not going to be easy. Remember what I told you. Keep it open for him."
I did as Sarge ordered, and felt Horvath's thick ram tube of meat push against my cum slicked hole. He didn't stop there, didn't pause, just kept increasing the pressure until his head split me open.
"Agggghhhhhh!" I primal screamed into Sarge's sweaty crotch. It felt like my asshole was burning with gasoline. My hips lifted, on my tip toes trying to get away from him, but I was locked into the desk. He had to be tearing me up, I had to be bleeding. I felt a tear roll down my face.
"I always love that part." Sergeant Charlie chuckled as he just kept shoving more and more of his massive forearm thick pole into me. "But the best part is what's coming. " With a brutal thrust he buried every last inch of that monster balls deep into my burning shitter with a sudden final violent punch.
I thought I was going to throw up, pass out, and shit my internal organs out in one never ending bloody volcanic eruption . My intestines seized up, cramping in a breathtaking grip like a bear was eating me from the inside out. The hatchling from Alien was being born in my guts. This wasn't a freight train, this was a pine tree, complete with bark and branches still attached. The sound I made when he bottomed out was a mix of a high pitched keening wail, a stupid sounding'GUH!' and sob. I couldn't imagine my asshole remained intact, and was probably a shredded bloody mess. I was going to die. I was pinned and couldn't move my lower body, but my fingers put a death grip on Sarge's ass. I know I left marks.
"Fuck, Horvath, don't kill him." Sarge breathed.
Horvath snorted. "Haven't killed one yet. Doesn't mean they don't feel like I'm killing them." He yanked his pine tree back and slammed back in, even harder. "That's the point." He repeated that move multiple times, and punctuated each violent jab with a word. "And."
"This." ... SLAM
"Mother." .... SLAM
"Fucking.".... SLAM
"Private." ... SLAM
"Needs." .... SLAM
"To." ...........SLAM
"Fucking." ...SLAM
"Learn." ...SLAM
After every punch, I made the same GUH followed by that wail, then a pitiful sob when I felt him withdraw for another shove. Over and over.
There was no love, no brotherhood , no gentle caresses. This was pain for pain's sake. I started to cry somewhere during it all, I don't remember when I started. I didn't want to, didn't want to be a pussy, wanted to take it like a man. But when you break, you don't get to choose. And Sergeant Charlie wanted me broken. I could feel his intent every time the head of his horse dick split me open again, I don't even remember when I started begging, sounding like a pitiful child , pleading for him to stop, but it did no good. I lost track of time, but I remember finally just going slack and dropping like a limp rag doll to the desk. Forgotten were Sarge's mesmerizing balls, his smell that I loved. But I do remember his gentle hands stroking me, his tender murmurs of "you're almost done, kid, it's going to be okay. I got you, brother."
As if my complete submission was what this Hungarian animal needed, as soon as I went limp I felt his rough, calloused hands on my shoulder blades and he transferred his weight to my back, crushing me with every pound he possessed. I couldn't breathe. I didn't care. I wanted to die.
"That's right. There it is. This is when you surrender to your older brother, kid." His voice opposed his movement, his violent thrusts. He used angentle, understanding voice to tell me "The rules protect you. The regulations protect your brothers, so that everyone gets home. The Army protects all of us. This feeling you're having, when you want to give up, want to just lay down and die, this won't be the last time you feel that. But know, and remember, that it's your brothers, even the Charlies, who will get you out alive, who would do ANYTHING to get you home. I would do anything to get you home. I love you little brother."
And as he said those final words, he grunted, spasmed, and dumped his five day load 12 inches deep inside my brutalized ass. I felt each and every pulse of his cock as it was firing his cum deep up inside my abused formerly virgin, formerly straight hole.
I barely felt him pull his meat out of me. My asshole felt like hamburger. I just lay there, on top of Sarge's uniform, which felt so soft while my arms had fallen limp over his thighs.
"He's intact." I heard Sergeant Charlie say. "Not even bleeding much at all." I heard a belt clasping. "Focus on your training, Private. Keep the pranks for your unit and platoon. And fucking use your head next time."
With that the door opened and closed again and I knew he was gone. I didn't want to look at him. Thank God they didn't make me look at him.
"Take your time, kid." Sarge said. His hands constantly rubbing my head, roaming over my back, making slow paths across my skin and muscles. It felt good and soothed me.
I just relaxed for a quiet few minutes, learning how to breathe all over again, knowing my drool, snot and tears had soaked Sarge's uniform which I hoped was okay. His hands never stopped running over my limp body.
Finally, I spoke. "I must have made him so angry."
Sarge let out a small laugh. "Kid, that wasn't angry. He wouldn't have fucked you angry. You needed a lesson, but not THAT lesson. That lesson probably would have killed you." He explained. I discovered I liked it when he called me `kid'.
"I'm sorry I cried, Sarge." my weak voice trembled. I felt the tears starting again, their warm trails running over my cheek, down the side of my nose. The underside of my turned face soaked his uniform with more tears.
"Shhhhhhh, Sendahl. No shame between brothers, remember? Cry if you need to. You held out longer than most. You should be proud."
He let me sob for a couple more minutes, but I reached a point where crying didn't seem important anymore, nor laying there wallowing, with my legs still spread. That seemed like a dumb thing to do, stay in THAT position. I started to move, but Sarge held me down a bit.
"Slowly, Sendahl. You don't realize it yet, but moving is going to make it hurt all over again. Take it very slow." He waited until I had pulled myself up onto my elbows, then he hopped down off the desk and came around to help me stand up.
"Let's get you dressed." Sarge said. At some point he checked out my ass, and declared I was going to be fine. Sore, in pain, but fine. I wasn't sure if I believed him.
The walk back to the barracks wasn't easy, but I managed, stopping a few times to regather my strength.
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