Sailor and the Sergeant 14 - Comments Welcome gruntraq@yahoo.com
Releasing his skull and shoving him away, Drill Sergeant pulled his shrinking tool back into his jock strap. He looked at the two men behind him and said, "Okay get him ready for the breeding". He then looked down at Sailor and nudged his chin up to face him. Chad swallowed the last streams of Drill Sergeant's feeding juice and a sizable lump of apprehension. "Good job boy.", Drill Sergeant complimented as he patted him on the head like a dog. "Do what these men tell you and I'll see you a little later". He then let himself out of the barn and the two men went to work.
The two bounding cops grabbed the Sailor under his thick muscled arms and stood him up. Feeling a bit embarrassed having sucked off the Drill Sergeant in front of them, he sheepishly looked around to see what was next. One of the men said, "Let's get you cleaned up". They walked him over to a stall in the barn made for cleaning livestock. The concrete floor had a large drain in the center and steel bar rails on the perimeter for tying up the animals. "Take off your clothes", one of the men ordered.
Chad stripped down and piled his clothes neatly like any good Sailor would. As one of the men took his threads away, the other told him to grab the steel bar railing and bend over. The man grabbed a hose with an enema wand and turned on the water. Cold water it was, Chad winced as the man began probing his hole and shoving the wand in. The gush of wetness filling his bowels gave him a strange sensation as the man ran it in and out of him. Then the water gushed out of his ass and down his legs. The man repeated the process a couple times and finally said, "That takes care of it".
Cleaned out now, the other man handed Chad his Doc Martens and socks. "Put these back on, they are all you will need." He found a wooden bench to sit on while lacing up his Docs. The feeling of rough splinters on his ass was secondary to the unnatural seepage of water from his hole. The waiting men stood attentively as he finished up and stood. "Come over here", one said with the same strictly business tone they had exhibited thus far. He followed them back to the stage and up the steps. "Get on the table and lay on your back", one of them said.
Chad climbed up on the leather bound fuck table and laid on his back. Feeling eerily similar to the one he had lost his virginity to in the back of the panel van last summer, he closed his eyes in resignation. The two men raised his legs high in the stirrups and strapped his ankles, strapped his wrists and his torso down. He was now a solid anchored fuck doll. His has hung off the end of the table, a rump ready for the feast. The two men talked to each other quietly during the process as if Chad was not even there, "Tighten that up a bit more, we don't want him sliding back", one said. "Yeah, got it", the other said as he cinched the torso belt a little tighter.
Finally the taller one asked Chad, "It that comfortable son?" Chad thought of the right answer, "Yes sir it is very comfortable". It actually was. The padded leather fuck-table was set up such that he felt cradled in the womb. He knew however that he was in for it. You don't pressure wash a guy's guts and strap him to a table for a manicure. No, he had a gang fuck coming.
The two men stepped over to the head board where Chad's skull was resting about 32" off the floor. At eye level with their belt buckles, he watched as the two men unbuttoned their 501's and pulled out their cocks. They swung them out and slapped Chad's face a bit with their waggy flesh, while kissing each other. As their tools hardened up they began jacking off and continuing to make out. Chad began getting hard looking at these two studs getting hot and heavy with their tongues as they pumped their cocks just inches from his face. The smell of their piss sticks was thick in the air.
The men carried on for a few more moments before shoving them into the Sailor's face. "Suck!", one of them ordered. Able to move his head side to side, Chad leaned left and began working Number 1. "Oh yeah", the man moaned as he continued kissing Number 2. The man began humping at the Sailor's face as he licked and sucked. A few minutes in the man grasped Chad's face and began jacking off towards his mouth. "I'm gonna cum boy. Get ready!" The man then placed his cock head in Sailors goateed face and spurted his hot load into his mouth. Chad licked and slurped Number 1's juice till there wasn't any more.
As he was finishing up, Number 2 grabbed his skull and turned it his way. Jacking his cock furiously he moaned, "Here I come Sailor. Here I come!" He then pumped his cop cum into Chad's mouth. The Sailor worked hard at gathering every bit of the white hot glue, slurping and swallowing as fast as he could. As he got through most of the rush, the two men let him mow on their softening cocks at the same time. "Go ahead Sailor Boy, clean them up good", Number 2 chided. Chad was getting used to the taste of men now and was no longer hesitant. He ate the men's cocks till there was nothing left on them but his own spit.
The men tucked their pleased poles back into their 501's and buttoned up. "Good work Sailor Boy", said Number 2. They then left him alone on the Altar Of Fuck and walked outside, closing the barn doors behind them. Chad laid there and scrubbed the inside of his mouth with his tongue, the taste of the three men lingering strong. He was willing himself to relax as he feared what was next. The sounds of the rambunctious men out in the courtyard echoed throughout the barn, sounding like a good keg party should. He knew they were getting good and plastered and he was their main attraction.
It seemed like an hour had passed as he laid alone strapped down when the barn door creaked open. The piercing ray of light almost blinded Chad momentarily. The door shut once again and a figure walked toward him in the dark. Squinting to see, he finally heard the Surfer say, "It's me bro". Ritchie looked like a God coming toward him. Butt naked and wearing only a black leather harness, his tanned chest was in full dress with his gold nipple rings. His long light haired goatee and shaggy hair framed his glowing face. Chad was feeling like his Savior had arrived. "Hey there, are you doing OK?" Ritchie asked.
The Sailor nodded, "So what is happening next"? The Surfer smiled and said, "Breeding". Chad shook his head and looked to Ritchie for more detail. Smiling, Ritchie continued, "Each one of them is gonna fuck you and cum in your ass. It's a ritual.". A pang of nervousness fell over the Sailor as he contemplated. "All of them? What about you?" Ritchie patted Chad on the head, "Don't worry they won't be beating the shit out of you, it is more of a bonding ritual. They will take it relatively easy on you. Everyone has been through it themselves and knows what it is like to receive".
The Surfer then said, "I will be right here with you man". "Doing what?" Chad asked. "I am the cleanup man," Surfer said with a slight giggle. "What does that mean?" the Sailor asked nervously. As the door to the barn opened the sound of the rowdy men falling into the room erupted, Ritchie said quietly, "You'll see".
The rabble rousing party of rough hewn studs made their way into the room with beers in hand. A couple of them were heaving the keg along with them into the barn. Chad saw Sgt. Ramos and bald headed Drill Sergeant coming up the steps toward him as the men were getting seated on the wooden benches around the stage. Ritchie stepped back toward the back of the stage as Sgt. Ramos and Drill Sergeant closed in.
Standing on either side of Chad's Altar Of Fuck, the masters began to address the men.
Sgt. Ramos began, "Brothers, We are gathered here together as you know to welcome a new member to our family. I see you are all warmed up and ready to commence the first act of our bonding ceremonies with our new man. Ramos smiled as a proud father and continued, "We are of one bond here brothers. We are of one cloth. We are of one seed. Thus, we share the seed among each and every one of us. As those of you who have come before, we shall bring our new member into the family by sharing that seed with him."
The men erupted with a loud and boisterous "Hoo-Rah"
Ramos continued, "Gentlemen, I give you Chad Brankowsi. He comes to us fresh from the US Navy where he served a distinguished career as in the Shore Patrol and various other security details. As you can see, he has a great physique and is an extremely handsome man. While his common path with us is somewhat new to him, he has begun building a bond with Brother Ritchie already. And, some of you here already have shared the seed with recruit Brankowski"
A couple of the men in the crowd shouted, "Hoo-Rah". Chad recognized the voices.
"As we give this gift of our brotherly love to our new member, please remember that there are twenty two of us here..." Ramos said before being interrupted by laughter and cat calls from the sexually charged group of men. "Remember that our new member must also be able handle tomorrow's exercises. So take it easy on him", the Master of Ceremonies instructed. Chad winced as his heart began to race. Sweat was beginning to bead up on his forehead both from his nervous anticipation and because the temperature had gone up considerably with all the fuck hungry animals in the room.
"Gentlemen, let the festivities begin." Sgt Ramos announced.
The crowd of men stood and began cheering and applauding. Chad watched as they began peeling off their clothes en masse and began to file up on the stage to stand in a circle, dicks in hand around his Altar Of Fuck. As he looked around at some of the sexiest looking studs he had ever seen in one place, he saw every one of the twenty-two of them looking back at him with lust and sexual hunger. The moment gave him a rush like he had never felt in far untouched places of his soul. The immediate air became pungent with the smell of beer and sweaty men much like a locker room after the big game. Chad's cock jumped to attention thicker and harder with each beat off his heart.
To be continued...