Basic Training Bitch

I turned and locked the door behind me. I could see him fighting a battle with his own commonsense and modesty as I reached down, pulled open my zipper, and bared my cock to him. "Wait," he hissed, "this has to . . . has to stop . . . I can't . . . "

"You're my bitch," I said in a low growl. "You carry my brand. Drop your pants."

"No, it's wrong . . . this is the Army . . . I won't . . . " but under my commanding stare, his hands dropped to his belt buckle. "This can't . . . you can't . . . "

When his pants and white Army boxers were at his knees, I took him into my arms and moved my face against his. Our tongues were out and searching for each other before our lips even met. And our mouths did come together like two burning suns colliding. The kiss -- communicating his total, absolute surrender -- told me more about him than he knew about himself.

When he felt my cock nudging at his balls, he shook his legs to get his pants down to his ankles, kicked his feet to get out of them, then leaped up, wrapping his legs around my waist to get his asshole in range. I hooked my elbows under each of his knees, and held him off the floor, suspended against me as, breathing heavily, he grabbed my cock and guided it to his target.

I leaned him back against the office wall, floating him in mid-air, his shoes bobbing in the air behind me, and I sank into him to the balls in one mighty lunge! "Annghh!" he croaked

Training was over. I jackhammered him in the short, deep, rapid strokes of a man after his climax -- not the long, slow strokes that drive a bitch crazy. I made it. Nice, hot orgasm.

When I let out a low groan as I pumped my load into the drill sergeant's ass, he gasped, "Ahhh, God . . . got me . . . again! . . . can't help it . . . take me . . . fill me up!" His reddened cock spurted his jism all over me, all over my uniform, all over my belly, and all over his cock and balls.

He hung on, his asshole squinching around my dick, trying to hold it in, but all good things come to an end, and finally my rubbery cock flopped out of his ass. I saw him tense up immediately, clenching shut his asshole to hold in my sperm.

When I lowered him to the floor, he was sweating, and his voice was hoarse. "This is so goddamned dangerous! If we're ever caught, we'll go to Leavenworth!"

"So be careful. But I'll need my bitch to service me with I get horny."

His face was angry. "Stupid bastard. This is the Army! You branded me, you stupid asshole! How do you think I can explain that to the medics??"

I chuckled. "Tell 'em you sat on a barbecue spit. Or tell 'em it's your owner's brand."

He glared at me. "You need to learn some discipline!"

"From you?" I reached down to my sloppy cock and aimed it up at him. "Get down here and clean off my cock."

His eyes blazed at first but then took on a desperate, hopeless expression. He sank to his knees, bent over, and sucked my cock into his mouth. "You like sucking my cock, Sergeant?"

No answer. He kept sucking.

I raised my voice a little. "You like sucking my cock, Sergeant?"

He backed off. "Keep your voice down, you stupid son of a bitch . . . yeah, I like sucking your cock . . . I'll suck you and fuck you whenever you want . . . I'm your bitch. Now be cool about it!"

I tucked myself in and zipped up. "That's all I wanted to know." With that, I unlocked the door and walked out.

Basic Training turned out to be easier than I thought. Whenever Sergeant Lowen dropped the platoon for punishment push-ups, he always had some sort of little errand for me that got me out of the punishment. He always looked at me angrily on those occasions, but I smiled back.

Life in the Army is looking better all the time!

In the showers early one morning I noticed a little guy. Ordinarily I don't pay a lot of attention to the runts. I respect their intelligence. I'll talk to them. But I'm not interested physically. No challenge.

But there was something about this little guy. Couldn't remember seeing him before. He was damned short -- 5'3" or less. He wasn't all that handsome but neither was he ugly. Blond hair; blue eyes; smooth, broad forehead. Hawk-like nose.

Not hairy. His body was smooth. He was in good shape, trim not slender, not girlish but a male in a smaller scale.

What made me blink and locked my attention to him was the monster swinging between his legs. God! Still soft, it hung halfway to his knees!

Can that be right? Am I seeing correctly? I closed my eyes for a moment then looked back. Maybe it's just the perspective -- a little cock looks bigger on a little man. But in the back of my mind I knew that thing was bigger -- way bigger -- than mine regardless of the size of his body.

The huge tube was a couple shades darker than the rest of his body, which made it even more striking as it jutted out from the blond pubic hair. He was uncut, and the parchment of his foreskin streamlined what was obviously a very arrowhead-shaped cockhead. The broad cockhead held the opening of his foreskin wide in what looked like a huge, dark piss-hole.

How in hell have I never noticed this guy before? But then, the platoon had a nearly constant trickle of guys washing out and being replaced by others who had checked in late, been in the hospital, washed out of other companies, and so on. He was just another new guy.

I couldn't believe my eyes, though. Then I noticed the guy watching me watching him. His eyes stabbed into me like laser beams. "Like what you see?"

The smart-ass little bastard! I'll kick his ass! But he looked at me confidently, even putting his hands on his hips and turning to face me full-on. I glanced around; we were alone. The other men in the showers had left. He waited for my answer.

I stuttered, "You . . . you got a . . . big one. . . "

He smiled and tossed me a bar of soap. "How's about helping me soap down my back, big boy?"

The smart-ass little fucker! Wants me to touch his body! Actually just to see how far the bold little bastard would go, I rubbed the soap against his back and shoulders. Immediately he relaxed. "Oh, yeah," he grunted.

As I continued to soap him down, I could feel the tension easing out of his back. As I moved down into the small of his back, closer to his butt, he was so short I had to squat, and I realized with a jolt that I had one hell of an erection! God, what will he think when he turns over and sees I'm hard for him?

I soaped and rubbed his back and sides, moving out to massage each arm, but I stopped at his waist. I moved down to his feet, starting again with a soaping for each calf. When I moved up to soaping his thighs, I was actually breathing hard. Damn, what's wrong with me? I should be spreading his cheeks getting ready to fuck this little bastard!!

Then, to my horror, he spread his legs! He did it so I could kneel between them, the easier to soap the insides of his thighs, but Jesus! A huge, hairy sac hung down! The family jewels! I gulped. God, what a scrotum!

Trying to keep calm, trying to keep my thoughts on something else, I knelt between his legs, working first one thigh then the other. As my hands reached the tops of his thighs, my mouth was dry, and I was sweating. "Don't rub so hard," he growled, and I realized I was literally groping him.

My cock was throbbing, and all I wanted was to get out of there -- so I could jack myself to some relief!

Then I heard his voice: "Soap up my ass. I want to be clean all over."

I was confused. Dazed and confused. Damn, this isn't the way it goes! Trying desperately to keep my hands from trembling, I touched each cheek softly, rubbing the soapsuds over it. His ass was hot. I swear heat waves radiated from it. I was so hot I was feverish and a little dizzy. I rubbed around and around on his tight buns, not really knowing what to do, but -- even in the showers -- I was panting and sweating like I had run a mile.

Then he reached back and pulled his cheeks apart! "Soap up a little in there."

There it was! His brown hole! I can't believe it! I'm staring down at a man's asshole, and I'm not getting ready to fuck it!

Obediently I let a little suds trickle over it, and with my heart beating like a drum, I rubbed a finger gently up and down his crack and ran gentle circles around the hypnotic hole.

And it winked at me! He had clenched his ass muscles, and his hole tried to grasp my finger!

Before I could react or think what to say, he turned around! He leaned back against the wall, and Jee-sus Christ!! He had the biggest hardon I had ever seen. Every cock I had ever admired, every male I ever mounted -- nothing compared to what swung between that little man's legs!

God, it was gigantic! I felt like a little boy. Struck dumb.

Still on my knees, my head was about at his chest, and I was staring down at his heroic dong. "Suck it," he commanded. "You know you want to." He lurched his hips at me, and my mouth watered.

"N-no," I muttered, "I don't . . . suck."

I could smell him. Male. Clean and soapy but masculine. Manly. A scent faintly of sweat and armpits, but powerfully of penis and balls. That overpowering, intoxicating male pheromone, the heady scent from his glands. The bull smell.

Drugged, my voice was hoarse, soft, almost helpless. "Don't . . . suck cock . . ." And suddenly I realized I was in the fight of my life. Jesus Christ, what has this little bastard done to me?? I would fight and struggle, but against what? He wasn't even touching me.

But I knelt before him, trembling, everything about me demanding I stand up like a man -- but I couldn't stop my hand from reaching out grip his big cock. I tried desperately to get to my feet, but he put a hand on my shoulder and held me down! I couldn't get up!

"Suck it." It was a command.

I tried not to, I turned my head from side to side -- but I couldn't escape that smell, that scent of the bull. The sight of his magnificent cock ripped something loose in my head. I couldn't stop myself: I reached out -- I could not even close my fingers around it! -- and I lost control. I licked the big cockhead, and Jesus! It burned my tongue, and the fire shot straight to my brain!

My heartbeat roared in my ears. He was damned big, inhuman big, and in some crazy way I felt honored to spread my jaws wide and try to work my mouth over his dong. A cocksucker! I'm now a cocksucker! I'm sucking a man's cock!!

He was too huge. All I could do was bob my head over his cockhead at the same time jacking him with my hand. I loved the taste of his spurts of precum, and my own balls lurched in pleasure, jetting out my own precum, drooling it down to the shower room floor.

"Yeah, yeah, that's good, boy . . ." he murmured, and it happened: the big dong swelled even bigger in my mouth, and BLAM! He shot boiling lava down my throat. His horse-balls gushed so much cum I almost drowned. I gulped and swallowed, but great gushes spurted from the sides of my mouth!

What a man! He cummed so much it was superhuman. I swear it was a quart! His heavy white cream slimed my chin and neck, over my shoulders and chest. Where drops of it hit my throbbing cock, they seared me, almost raising blisters, and I spurted an almost constant stream of silvery precum.

I don't know how long I held his giant dong in my mouth -- for as long as he enjoyed his afterglow. When it finally began to soften, he pulled back, drawing it from my mouth, and I kissed and nibbled at it as it pulled out.

He looked down at me, and I hung my head. Goddamn, what have I done! I sucked a man's cock! And he's such a little shrimp!

Then I heard The Voice again: "You're ready. Lie on your back and raise your legs."

What?? "Hey . . . hey, I don't . . . do that!" I looked up at him, and those laser-eyes drilled so deep inside me, I knew he held all the reins. ". . . and . . . here in the . . . showers??"

"Lie back. I'm gonna fuck you."

I couldn't believe my ears. "No! No, I won'!"

He reached down to stroke that huge thing, and God, it's getting hard again! So soon!

"I've got another load, and I need a hole. You'll do." What?? The disrespectful little shit!! I'm twice his weight! I can kill him!! "Spread your legs and roll your feet into the air. Bring your cunt up for me."

My cunt! God, I've never been so insulted in my whole life! I fought it. I writhed back and forth as I knelt there, but his sperm running down my body somehow soaked through my pores, and I lost my powers of reason -- I fell back onto the wet floor, and against my will, against the commands of my brain to my muscles, my legs spread apart and rose, and my hands gripped my knees and pulled them back to my shoulders.

A breeze tickled my asshole. It was open, unprotected, aimed up at him. Waiting. Expectant.

No, God in Heaven, WAIT!! If he sticks that thing in me and drives me to cum, he'll turn me into a bitch!!

At that second the giant cockhead pressed at my hole! If only . . . if only he's rough! If only he hurt me, I'll hate it and . . . I'll still be a man.

Sure enough, he wriggled his ass until his cockhead was aimed, nudged in, on-target, and WHAM! With an incredibly athletic lunge, he rammed that giant spear through my outraged asshole and up through my guts, ripping me in half! GOD DAMN IT TO HELL, IT HURT!! I screamed in agony, feeling the iron spear skewering me up through my skull!

Damn it to hell, it hurt! My whole world turned into a fiery maelstrom of agony and death! Now I know what death by torture is! I'm going to die from this!

One stroke. He rammed into me completely in one mighty stroke. Stretching my asshole out to over three inches in one lunge, torpedoing through my guts to a depth of -- God, it had to be 10 inches! I've been shot before (an accident on a hunting trip), and a goddamned bullet didn't hurt so much!

Ah, god, I'm saved! I'll need surgery, but at least it hurts so goddamn much, I know I'm still a man . . . not a bitch! But just as I began to faint from the pain, a thundering earthquake of pleasure rolled over me, blotting out everything but a brain-frying orgasm like I'd never felt -- or even imagined -- before!

My scream faded. I couldn't even moan. I was only barely conscious. His cock was a 220-volt cable electrocuting me through my asshole, and I could do nothing but tremble and shiver, in an epileptic fit of ecstasy!

Glorious, magnificent, breathtaking pleasure! Mind-blowing rapture! A level of joy so intense I could never describe it -- molten, 20-megaton ecstasy!

Gradually, slowly, in tiny degrees, I floated back from the sky, and as I was able to think again, suddenly I heard myself:

"Ohhh, God, ohhhhh, God!!"

Oh, no! I can'! I can't let myself . . . But it was too late. When I could finally localize the terrible pleasure, I realized my cock had been ejaculating for what must have been God, five minutes??

And the more I regained conscious control, the more I realized that bliss came from the wonderful cock blessing my asshole with its power. A rush of gratitude swept through me, and I looked up into his grim eyes. The master. The master has done this to me!

He did it. Broke me. I was his bitch.

So weak I could hardly move, I used my last energy to clench my asshole gratefully around his mighty cockshaft -- that in my boyish way I could bring him any pleasure possible.

And then it hit me: he sent me into the most powerful, overwhelming orgasm of my entire life with a single stroke!!

He had not even begun to fuck me yet!!

In dumbfounded, worshipful awe, I lay back to allow the master to use me as he wished. He pulled back, and again, I writhed in sizzling pleasure. He sank in again, and once more I shut my eyes tight in bliss! Who knew? God, who knew that my asshole could bring such pleasure!!

I lurched my hips up to help him sink in even deeper. As he began his rhythm, he had me on the thin edge of insanity, hovering at the surface of a whirlpool of madness and pleasure for as long as he thrust in and out.

He got me. Never felt anything like this in my life.

When finally he let out a grunt and rammed into me and held it, I realized he was cumming in me -- and again I was . . . honored. And I didn't even know his name.

I lay back obediently, clenching my asshole over him to prolong his afterglow until my muscles ached, and when he began to withdraw the big, rubbery wonder, I clenched at it, wanting it to stretch me out forever.

When it finally flopped out, I cinched my asshole up tight. I wanted all his liquor to sink into me. He stood up and looked down at me with a slight smile.

I lay on the shower room floor in a whitish muck of shower water and sperm, covered with gushes of my own, looking up at him like an adoring cocker spaniel. "God, that was . . . wonderful!" My voice was a feeble squeak. "I'll . . . never forget you. What is your name?"

"I am Sergeant First-Class Clannet, bitch. Get up." It was a command from the master. I stood up. "Face the wall." I did.

"I'm going to brand you as government property." With that a terrible burn struck inside my leg, right beside my balls!

I screamed and jumped away. SFC Clannet stood there with an M-16 cleaning rod in one hand and a cigarette lighter in the other. In agony I could hardly stand, I spread my legs and looked down. The red-hot cleaning rod had left an arrow-shaped mark on my inner thigh pointing to my asshole. I looked up at him.

"Now get over here and lick my cock clean!"

Bowlegged, I staggered over and knelt to suck the big thing.

"From now on, my big new bitch, you are going to be Soldier of the Cycle. Once a week, if you have been a strack troop, I may let you suck my cock . . . or I may use your hole for whatever I wish . . . and from now on, you cum only for the cadre. For the rest of your life you will reach an orgasm only with a sergeant's cock in your ass or in your mouth!"

Since I had the sergeant's cock in my mouth at that instant, an enormous climax shot through me, canceling out the pain of my branding, and my cock spurted my boiling jizz onto the shower room floor. Sinking weakly back onto my haunches, I continued to suck the master's cock -- and in the back of my brain I felt chains and locks clanging into place.

I could never fuck Lowen again -- only his cock in my ass could satisfy me. Cannet let me suck him every week or so, and I constantly begged him to fuck me.

When I graduated from basic training and was transferred away, the only thing that turned me on was a sergeant. I got a hardon every time I saw one.

Life was hard. I couldn't overpower one to make him fuck me. I was at their mercy, searching desperately for an Army sergeant into man-sex. Branded as a government-property whore.

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