Part 1
I was 18 years old and on a peace demonstration at a military base in East Anglia, England. We had come equipped with ladders and mattresses in order to climb the boundary fences and safely scale the coiled barbed wire at the top.
About 20 of us from my group managed to scale the perimeter fence, and once inside we headed for the nearest military equipment we could locate armed with mallets, etc. to smash it to pieces. Some women made for an aircraft, climbed up on it and smashed the cockpit windows before climbing inside and smashing up the controls.
I somehow got separated from the others, and decided I'd head for a light armored vehicle and see what damage I could do to that.
Suddenly I tripped and fell flat on my face. As I tried to scramble up, I felt a boot in my back pressing me down into the ground again. Then I saw another pair of boots in front of my face; army boots beneath khaki trousers.
`OK, we've got another one,' said a voice above me, `Let's take him to the interrogation hut'.
`Up you get, son,' said the soldier in front of me, as the boot was removed from my back.
Two British Army Military Policemen helped me to my feet, confiscated my sack with my mallet and tools, and escorted me towards a Nissan hut. They were dressed in their MP uniform of light khaki trousers and short-sleeved shirts, with red armbands and the letters MP written on them. On their short-cropped heads they wore the flat Redcap of the British Military Police.
I was taken into the hut, which was empty apart from a desk and some chairs. Pushing me down in a chair, one MP sat beside me whilst the other one faced me from behind the desk. The one next to me had red hair, and the one behind the desk was blond. Neither one could have been more than 25, and they were very good-looking indeed.
`OK, you anarchists have caused enough trouble on this base today. We're gonna teach you a lesson,' snarled the one behind the desk.
`I'm not an anarchist', I said, `I'm a peace protestor.'
`Why did you trespass on this base, and why come armed with these tools?' said the MP, pointing to the mallet and other tools on the desk, which he had confiscated from me.
`To smash up as much of your murderous equipment as I could,' I said. `And I wasn't trespassing -- my taxes pay for this base, and your wages. I'm carrying out an inspection on behalf of the British taxpayers, and destroying illegal equipment.'
`Insolent little bastard, isn't he?' said the soldier sitting next to me, `I think we'll have to teach him to respect the British Army.'
`Yes, I think we will,' said the other soldier. `Stand up! Get behind him, soldier, and show him the power of a British Military Policeman!'
The soldier next to me pulled me to my feet, and before I could protest he stood behind me with one arm round in front of my face, while the other made a grab for my crotch area. I could hardly breathe because the MP's bulging tattooed bicep was smothering my mouth and nose. I smelt a strong smell of soap, which was a tremendous sexual turn on, and at the same time his other hand was groping my cock which had quickly become rock hard inside my jeans.
`He's got a boner,' said the soldier behind me, `We're gonna have some fun with this one. Read that tattoo on my arm,' he ordered me.
He flexed his bicep as he pulled it a few inches from my face so I could read what the tattoo said. `OK, read it out loud,' he ordered in my ear.
`It--it says, B.B. British Army S--Spunk..' I stammered.
`British Army Spunk, that's right! That's what you're up against. Now show respect for the British Army -- lick that tattoo, go on, lick my bicep!' he ordered, still groping my cock inside my jeans, which was now leaking pre-cum.
I put out my tongue and did as he ordered, licking all over his tattoo and his muscular upper arm protruding from his khaki shirt and red MP armband. This made me so hot I almost came in my pants. Meanwhile, the other Military Policeman came round from behind the desk and stood in front of me.
`Sit him down on the chair again,' he ordered, and the other soldier pushed me down into the chair, pulling his own chair up close to mine. He unzipped my jeans, and took my stiff cock out. `Look here, Corporal. He's got a raging erection.'
`Yes, he's a bloody queer. We know why he really came on to this base,
to get near to soldiers. He is hoping we will rape him and sexually abuse
him. Well, it's your lucky day, son,' said the soldier standing in
front of me, unzipping his khaki trousers and waving his long, smooth,
circumcised cock in my face. `Have you ever sucked a soldier's cock
before? Ever been orally raped by a Military Policeman, son? Well open
your fuckin' mouth `cos I'm gonna feed you some of that British Army
Spunk you just read about on Private Richardson's arm.'
`Open your mouth for Corporal Williams,' said Pvte Richardson in my ear, now wanking my cock with one hand and forcing my mouth open with the other. Not that it needed much forcing, I secretly knew they were absolutely right. I did want to be raped and sexually abused not by just these two, but by all the British and American male soldiers on the camp, or at least those under the age of about 30 anyway. I opened my mouth, and Corporal Williams' sweet smelling cock forced its way right in, spewing his even sweeter tasting pre-cum all over my tongue.
`Yes, you like the taste of Corporal Williams' cock, don't you son,' cooed Pvte Richardson obscenely in my ear, whist spitting in his hand and slowly lubricating the tip of my cock with his spit-covered hand. `Suck the Corporal's cock, that's right, suck it hard and he'll feed you your lunch.'
By now I was in a frenzy of spunk-lust for these two soldiers. All resistance to the military had ebbed away, all I wanted to do at this moment was to serve them and do whatever they wanted. They sensed this, for Corporal Williams sneered:
`He's not so cocky now, is he? Wait till you get a bellyful of our spunk inside you, that will quell any rebellious tendencies you still harbor against the British Army. Now look into my fuckin' face when I'm talking to you, that's right -- keep looking while I feed you your first meal of soldier sperm. And not just soldier sperm, you're getting the creme de la creme, Military Policeman's cum!'
`Look into Corporal Williams' face,' said Pvte Richardson. `See, it's contorted with lust, son! That means he's near to his climax. Look into his eyes -- look, they're glazing over with sheer lust as he reaches his orgasm. He's feeding you hot soldier spunk, son. Feel that Military Police cock spurting Army cream into your mouth. Yes, your mouth's filling up with soldier's sperm. Taste it, do you like the sweet taste of Corporal Williams' orgasm?'
I nodded: `Yes' as my mouth was flooded with the most delicious cum I have ever tasted, and I had to keep swallowing as the soldier filled my mouth again and again. I thought he would never stop cumming. I almost came myself, but Pvte Richardson sensed this and stopped massaging the tip of my cock.
`That's right, drink down your lunch while it's still hot,' said Pvte Richardson, `Then I'll feed you my hot load'.
He stood up and as Corporal Williams at last stopped shooting his load and removed his cock from my mouth, Pvte Richardson unzipped his fly and replaced Williams' cock with his own. I sucked on it like a baby at its mother's breast -- I wanted more of this delicious British Military Policeman spunk. Now Corporal Williams sat in the chair next to me and was jerking me off as I sucked Private Richardson's big cock.
`Yes, you are hooked on British Army semen now, aren't you my little beauty,' he said in my ear. `Keep sucking, he's about to feed you your second helping of soldier cum.'
Corporal Williams was jerking me faster and faster, as Private Williams fucked my mouth. His big cock went right down my throat, causing me to gag.
`That's right, choke on his cock, you bastard', said Corporal Williams in my ear. `We've killed people like that, you know -- choked them to death with our big soldier cocks! Some just drowned in our spunk – they couldn't cope with 500 soldiers spunking down their throats one after the other. That's gonna happen to you on this base, son. This is just the beginning, so get used to swallowing soldier cum or you'll drown or choke to death!'
I was now close to cumming, and so was Private Richardson, I could tell by the look of ecstacy on his face, the stiffening of his cock in my mouth, and the fact that his eyes were now half-closed as he reached his climax.
`That's right, shoot your load, son. Show us how much you are enjoying your lunch of soldier sperm. Drink that Military Police spunk!' said Corporal Williams as he brought me to climax. `That's right, shoot, son, shoot that load'
I shot all over Private Richardson's trousers just as he started shooting his hot load into my mouth and down my throat: `Did you enjoy that orgasm?' asked Private Richardson, `Then enjoy this one!' and my mouth was working overtime swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his sperm, which had a different flavor from Corporal Williams' but which was just as delicious.
As Private Richardson removed his cock from my mouth, I sank back into my chair exhausted and happy, but they weren't finished with me yet.
`You've been fed lunch, but you must be thirsty,' said Corporal Richardson, `Would you like something hot to drink?'
`Oh, yes please,' I said, thinking they were going to make a pot of tea. Instead they both stood in front of me and told me to open my mouth wide again. A moment later they were both urinating in my mouth!
`Fuckin' drink soldier piss,' said Corporal Williams. `Keep swallowing, your mouth's gonna be used as an Army latrine for this base! Thousands of soldiers are gonna use your mouth, son!'
`That's right, stop spilling your hot piss cocktail!' barked Private Williams, `Swallow! Swallow these nice hot drinks Corporal Williams and I are giving you, you ungrateful little bastard!'
I gulped down as much of the foul tasting liquid as I could, but still got soaked in their piss. However, I found the more I swallowed, the more I got used to the taste. It was actually turning me on again, to be forced to drink piss from the cocks of these two handsome young military policemen. After a few seconds I had taken both their pissing cocks inside my mouth and was swallowing nearly all their piss. My belly was filling up with it.
Afterwards I felt disgusted with myself, and tried to protest: `That was disgusting! I can't be treated like that, I know my rights!'
Corporal Williams and Private Richardson grabbed hold of me and both of them gobbed and spat right in my face and into my mouth. `Rights, you ain't got any fuckin' rights here, son!' yelled Corporal Williams.
`No, you're just Army Property now, to do as we like with,' said Private Richardson.
They then made clear what lay in store for me in the days and weeks ahead. I was to be kept prisoner indefinitely on the base.
`Tomorrow you're on latrine duty for the British soldiers,' said Private Richardson.
`And when our lads have finished using your mouth as a latrine and a cum-dump, we'll hand you over to our horny American friends. Have you ever been raped by 1,000 sex-mad U.S. Marines, son?' laughed Corporal Williams.
They walked off laughing, and locked the door of the hut behind me. I had to sleep on the hard floor, but dreamt of fellatio and anal rape, and of being used as a latrine by thousands or British and American soldiers and marines. This was to become reality in the weeks, months and years which lay ahead. I was now Army Property.
Later that evening the Army tattooist came into the hut. He took out his equipment, and whilst two soldiers held me down he tattooed something on my forehead. It was painful, but my pain was eased by the two soldiers wanking me as the tattooing took place. Between them the the two young soldiers brought me off, just as the tattooist finished. They then held up two mirrors so I could see what the tattoo was.
In the first mirror I could only see words written backwards across my forehead, but when I looked at the second mirror in the first I could read the words: `BRITISH ARMY & USMC PROPERTY'. Worse still, across my upper lip, just below my nose had been tattooed the word : `SOLDIERS'' and below my bottom lip the word `URINAL'. I now knew I'd never be set free, couldn't be set free. I could never go home to my friends and family, couldn't face anyone looking like this. I was indeed Army Property, and everyone could see what my mouth was to be used for.
To be continued...
Army Property - Part 2
Later that evening, after the tattooist had been, one of his assistants came in with two soldiers. The soldiers held me down in the chair whilst the tattooist's assistant got some evil looking tools out of a case he carried with him.
`What are you going to do?' I asked. Hadn't I been thru enough indignities already?
`You fuckin' know what is tattooed on your forehead,' said one of the soldiers. `We can't risk losing any of our army property. So we're gonna pierce your pussy-boy tits and put a chain on `em. You won't be going far when we chain you up by your nipples, lad.'
Some more soldiers came into the hut, carrying a wooden piece of equipment. As they set it up next to my chair I realized what it was – a pair of stocks like they had in medieval times. They made me bend over and put my head and hands into three cut-away sections, then they closed and padlocked the top, so I was bent over with my head and hands locked thru three holes in the crossbar. One soldier then moved around the front, unzipped his fly and waved his big cock in my face.
`Open up, son, you must be hungry by now. Time for your supper!' he said. Just at that moment I felt another soldier pulling down my trousers, and then he started lubricating my arse. `I said open your fuckin' mouth,' said the first soldier, hitting me hard on the cheek. The impact made me instantly open my mouth wide, and he shoved his 8" of solid man-meat right in and down my throat.
`You're gonna be raped at both ends, son,' said the other soldier, as he started fingering my bumhole. `We're gonna break you in for the whole fuckin' camp! Not that he's a virgin, I bet this little faggot has taken a load of fuckin' cocks in every hole in his pussy-boy body!'
`Yeah, he's got a lovely wet cunt mouth,' said the first soldier. `It feels just like my girlfriend's wet pussy. And don't you dare bite me or I'll knock all your fuckin' teeth, out. Just accept my cock and you'll soon be rewarded with some fuck-juice for your supper!'
As I tried not to gag on his cock, the other soldier started entering my back passage. His cock was massive -- so thick it really hurt me as it went in. I tried to scream, but with the other cock in my mouth all I did was bite on it. Instantly the first soldier punched me on the nose. `No fuckin' teeth! I won't warn you again, son!'
`He's not used to taking real men's cocks. He's just taken faggot tools before,' said the soldier behind me, who had now worked his thick prick right into my hole. Still it was going in further, stretching my hole till I thought it would be ripped apart. He certainly was a real man -- he voiced what I was thinking at that moment: `That's right, son, you're being raped by two strapping soldiers! And you better get used to it, because this is your life from now on. We're short of good pussy on this base. All the women soldiers are fuckin' lesbians with faces like the back of a bus, or else they look like fuckin' men. You are the prettiest thing we've seen round here for a long time. He's got a cute little arse -- it's gonna turn the whole fuckin' camp on, shaggin' this little beauty of a pussy!'
As the two soldiers fucked me from both ends, the other soldiers who'd brought the stocks in stood and watched, jerking their cocks, whilst the tattooist's assistant crawled under me and started to work on my nipples. The pain was excruciating as he pierced my tender nipples, and the huge cock in my backside was painful too as it seemed to tear me apart. But I got no mercy, the two soldiers fucked me from both ends till they were ready to cum.
`I'm fuckin' cummin dahn his throat,' said the first soldier as his cock started pumpin' hot sperm right down my gullet. I had to keep swallowing to keep from gagging.
`Yeah, and I'm gonna cream up his shit-hole, here it is, pussy-boy!' said the other soldier as his massive cock started filling my arse up with soldier cream. As the first soldier finally removed his cock from my mouth, I shouted to the soldier behind me: `You didn't even use a condom!'
The first soldier punched me again in the face: `Shut the fuck up, cunt-face! We don't fuckin' care what happens to you, you're just a piece of Army fuck-meat!'
The second soldier pulled out of my arse and said: `Yeah, and you better not have given me any fuckin' faggot disease either. I've fucked every whore for miles around here, and I ain't never caught no fuckin' disease. Anyway, I wanted to be the first soldier on this base to rape you good and proper. The rest will all use condoms, we gotta think of our lads' health. But I'll take the risk -- I'm being posted to a war-zone tomorrow and I wanted a good fuck before I go. Might be dead next week. If not, I'll find some civvy women to rape. Might even find some cute guys to turn into pussy-boys like you. I'm being posted to an army interrogation camp. That's a polite word for rape camp, son!'
`Sounds like fun,' said one of the soldiers. `All the pussy you can find to fuck! Just leave `em with the mixed-race babies to give birth to 9 months later! Something to remember you by!'
`Yeah, but watch out, you might have made THIS kid pregnant,' laughed one of the other soldiers who'd been watching. `He looks more like a girl than a boy to me.'
`Yeah, if you have my baby in 9 months time, just think of me,' laughed the soldier who had just raped my arse, as he zipped up and walked around to face me. God, he was a handsome, rugged, brute of a man!
I thought my ordeal was over for the evening, but the two soldiers who had been standing watching and wanking now took the place of the first two. One fucked my mouth, and the other put on a condom and fucked my arse again. I was getting sore by now, but trapped in the stocks there was nothing I could do. I was soon fed another three mouthfuls of soldier sperm, and as if that wasn't enough the soldier who'd been fucking me pulled out, came around the front and asked if I was still hungry.
He then produced a shortbread biscuit from his shirt pocket. `I saved this for you, boy, `cos I thought you might want something more solid than soldier spunk to eat.'
He then removed the French letter from his cock, held it open so I could see that it was full of his cum, then put the shortbread finger on a chair in front of me and squeezed out the spunky contents of the used condom on to the biscuit.
`There you are, son -- a nice piece of shortbread covered in my sperm for you to eat', he said, picking up the spunk-covered biscuit and forcing me to eat it. The soldiers all laughed as I chewed and swallowed, whilst the tattooist's assistant was attaching a metal ring thru each of my newly-pierced nipples, and on to these rings he then attached a long metal chain. The soldiers then fitted a leather collar with iron spikes around my neck. This also had a chain attached. Finally they attached a sort of leather harness around my cock and balls, and this also had a chain attached. They then undid the stocks, and the soldiers led me across the hut -- one pulling my neck chain, one my cock chain, and two had hold of the chain attached to my nipples. I had to keep up or it hurt me where the chains pulled, especially the one on my nipples.
Whilst I had been operated on and raped in the stocks, some soldiers had dumped a load of hay and straw in one corner of the hut.
`There's your bed, dogboy!' shouted one of the soldiers. `And these are for a drink and some food in case you get hungry.' He showed me two empty dog bowls on the floor marked `Fido'. `We'll fill them up later, and here's your toilet,' he said, throwing a rusty old bucket at the stack of hay.
I sat down on the pile of hay as the soldiers left, and presently more soldiers came in. One had a tin of dog food, which he emptied into one of the bowls. There were six soldiers, and all of them then jerked off over the dog food, till it was covered in their spunk. They then all pissed in the empty dog bowl till it was overflowing with their piss.
`Goodnight, dogboy! And make sure those two bowls are empty in the morning. We've got a video camera on you -- you're gonna be in S&M porn movies, son! So don't even think of chucking the food and piss in that bucket, or we'll make you eat and drink the entire contents of that as well!'
With that they left and locked the door. I was tired out from all the shagging I had received, but I looked longingly at the food they had left me. It did look delicious. What was I thinking -- delicious? I was a human being, and this was contaminated dog food -- dog food covered in the spunk of six soldiers! I didn't care, I crawled over to the bowl and smelt it -- the spunky smell had my cock hard again. Like a good doggy, I stuck out my tongue and tasted the soldier cum -- lovely! I'd really gotten a taste for it. It wasn't long before I'd lapped up all the spunky dog meat in the bowl, then I crawled over to the other bowl full of the piss of six soldiers. I smelt it -- again, it the odor was delicious. I lapped it all up, laid back on the hay and jerked myself off. Satisfied and happy in my new slave-role, I fell asleep, wondering what lay in store for me in the morning.
I should have known. 6 a.m. I was woken by Reveille -- a bugler came right into my hut and blasted the wake-up call in my ear. Then he bawled at me: `Wakey wakey! Rise and shine! You're in the army now, get out on the fuckin' parade ground! 2000 soldiers are waiting to be serviced! I hope you're hungry, `cos you're gonna get the biggest breakfast you ever had!'
... to be continued...
Army Property - Part 3
I was directed to a tap in the corner of the hut where I had to wash and shave in cold water, then I had to quickly dress and was led out of the hut by three soldiers pulling me by my nipple, cock and neck chains. They took me across the army camp to the parade ground. I could see lines of soldiers in smart uniforms already lined up. As we got nearer, I could see they all had their flies open and their big cocks out. They were jerking them to make them hard. There really must have been 2,000 soldiers in ranks -- how on Earth was I expected to service that lot, I thought, even though my mouth watered at the thought of all that army spunk. It simply wasn't possible, it would take me too long.
We reached the parade ground, and the soldiers made me kneel down on a little trolley. They then handcuffed me to the sides of this trolley, and started to wheel me out to the first rank of soldiers, who by now all had their cocks stiff and hard poking out of their flies and waiting for my mouth to service them.
It was then I noticed some of my colleagues who had been on the peace protest the day before. They too were shackled up in chains and handcuffs and were being made to kneel on similar trolleys. Each male protestor had two ranks of soldiers to service.
`Yes, 19 of your anarchist friends are here too. They've been pacified with soldier spunk and made subservient to the army too. You're all army property now,' said one of the three soldiers maneuvering my trolley across the parade ground.
`And we haven't forgotten the women who smashed up that aircraft,' said one of the other soldiers, `They are being taken care of in another part of the camp. The lesbian soldiers are having first go at them, and then the men will have their turn.'
`Right now, there's 100 soldier-boy cocks waiting for your mouth to service them,' said the third soldier. `Two ranks of 50 soldiers -- here we are at the first rank. Get your mouth open and ready, boy!'
They wheeled my trolley up to the first soldier in the first line on the parade ground. I found myself kneeling on my little trolley with a soldier in full uniform in front of me, standing to attention with his stiff, hard cock sticking out of his fly and also standing to attention.
As if to echo my thoughts, the commanding officer on his platform shouted out to the whole parade ground:
`AttenSHUN! Cocks ready for sucking off! OK men, start feeding the prisoners their breakfast now. First man in line, one pace forward NOW! Insert penis in prisoner's mouth NOW! Prisoners suck off soldier cocks NOW!'
The soldier in front of me stepped smartly forward, and still standing to attention shoved his big cock right down my throat. I nearly gagged, but knew I had to suck him off quickly if I didn't want to be beaten up by the three soldiers who were escorting me. Two of them knelt on my trolley beside me and started mouthing obscenities in my ears, whilst the third soldier kept pushing my head forward on to the cock in my mouth.
`Suck that soldier's cock,' said a voice in my right ear. `That's right, suck it hard. Remember the smell and taste of his cock. This is Private Jay Smith. By next week you must learn to recognize him and all the other 100 soldiers you will be servicing today by their smell and taste.'
`That's right,' said the soldier's voice in my left ear. `Next week you'll be blindfolded, and you'll have to name correctly every soldier by the smell and taste of his cock and spunk. So when he shoots in your mouth in a few moments, keep his cum in your mouth until you remember the flavor.'
`Ready to feed prisoner, SIR!' shouted the soldier in front of me, as his cock stiffened in my mouth and I felt his cock head swelling up ready to spurt his load. `Cummin' in his mouth now, SIR!'
As he said that a huge jet of thick, hot soldier cum shot out of his cock on to my tongue. It tasted sweet, but with a touch of spice. The first spurt was followed quickly by five more, which I held in my mouth as long as I could, but I had to start swallowing as more soldier spunk was pumped into my already full mouth.
`Remember the taste of that cum -- that's Private Jay Smith's orgasm you're tasting, son,' said the voice in my right ear. `Look up at his face, and see who's just fed you your first helping of spunk today.'
As the soldier took his cock out of my mouth and took one pace backwards into line, I looked up and saw his face for the first time. He was about my age -- 18, with blue eyes and short cropped blond hair visible beneath his peaked army cap.
`Where are your manners, boy! Thank Private Smith for feeding you his sperm,' said the soldier on my left, slapping me in the face.
Still looking up at the handsome young soldier who had just fed me, I said: `Thank you, sir, for feeding me your cum.'
The young soldier looked down at me as if I was a piece of dog-shit he had just spotted on the parade-ground. He spat in my face and sneered: `That's not all I'll be feeding you before the day's out, fuck-face!' We may have been about the same age, but I was definitely his inferior.
`OK, service the next soldier in line,' said the soldier to my right as they pushed my trolley along to the next guardsman. `There's a nice big soldier cock for you to suck on -- think of all the soldier spunk that will pump down your throat,' he said.
The soldier must have had a 10" cock, and as he suddenly took one pace forward the monster dong hit me smack in the face, smothering it with the guardsman's gooey pre-cum.
`Don't he look pretty with soldier cock juice all over his face,' said the soldier on my left, `Now open your fuckin' mouth and let him fuck it. This nice soldier wants to feed you hot cum straight from his big cock. Isn't that kind of him? Aren't you excited? How do you like being orally raped by 100 soldiers on the parade ground, boy? Get that cock down your throat -- this soldier needs to feel your warm, wet pussy-cunt of a mouth draining him dry of his baby-juice!'
I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate the soldier's massive weapon. He rammed it right down my throat, and I almost choked. But I remembered I had to relax or I might choke to death.
`That's right,' said the soldier to my right, `Submit and take it all down your throat. See those 10 medals on this guardsman's chest?' I glanced up and saw 10 phallus-shaped medals on his tunic. `That means this big soldier has choked 7 civilians to death by orally raping them, and 3 more choked to death on his cum, so you better swallow quick when he shoots. Remember the smell and flavor of his cock and spunk though, you've got to identify him blindfolded when you suck him off next week!'
I had already fixed in my mind how to identify the first soldier I had sucked off today -- sweet and spicey spunk, that was Pvte Jay Smith. I didn't think I'd have much trouble identifying this cock blindfold, it was so big. But I knew I couldn't afford to make a mistake, or I'd be punished. His cock had been lubricated with something which was slimey and tasted of peppermint. The soldier I was sucking off spoke to me:
`Like the minty taste, son? I covered my cock with a special treat so you'd enjoy your breakfast more. Remember that minty taste, boy! When you taste that, you're sucking off the biggest cock in the camp -- Private Robin Wexford. How d'ya like me fuckin' your throat, son?'
I nodded as best I could, as I struggled with the massive tool rammed down my throat, fucking it like a woman's cunt. I felt the monster prick stiffen as it prepared to shoot its huge load down my throat. Seconds later the soldier was moaning in ecstasy as he shot pints of thick, hot, spunky fluid straight down my throat, bypassing my tongue. I knew this was no good -- I had to get a taste of his load just in case I didn't recognize his cock next week. I pulled my mouth away a little, so the next six jets of spunk went right into my mouth and coated my tongue. He was gushing soldier cum like a geyser, I had to swallow quickly or I would indeed have choked to death on his massive load. His cum tasted slightly bitter, with a hint of almonds. I'd remember when blindfolded that this bitter almond flavored cum from the minty monster cock was the intimate very personal essence of Pvte Robin Wexford. I drank in his big manly soldier smell. I loved him, worshiped him, and I hadn't even seen his face yet!
The obscenity of what I and my colleagues were doing suddenly hit me. We were sucking off ranks of soldiers, one after the other, on the parade ground of this army camp, in front of their officers. I couldn't believe the depravity of what the Army was doing to peaceful civilian protestors. I didn't have much more time for such thoughts, as I was ordered to look up at the soldier I'd just sucked off and thank him for my meal.
`Did you enjoy eating that filthy mess?' asked the soldier, who I could now see was over 6ft tall, with a muscular body and a face which reminded me of Matt Damon. Very sexy indeed. I did love him, he was my favorite on the camp so far!
`Oh yes, sir! Thank you so much for letting me swallow your orgasm, sir! I love you, sir!' I said.
He saluted and said: `For Queen and Country! A soldier's always ready to shoot! My weapon's always primed and ready to fire, boy!'
As I was pushed along to the next soldier in line, I could see all the soldiers were now jerking their cocks. The soldier behind me pushing the trolley saw me looking, and said:
`Yes, they're getting primed ready to shoot straight in your mouth, boy! We haven't got all day, you'll just have a few seconds to swallow each soldier's load then on to the next one. But remember the taste of each one.'
So we moved on down the line. It went like this: I was wheeled to the next soldier, he stepped forward and spunked into my mouth and the soldiers pushing my trolley took it in turns to say each soldier's name. I then had to thank the soldier for my cummy meal, and it was on to the next.
Down the line I went: `Drink my spunky load, son.' `Did you enjoy Private Derek Young's cum load, boy?' Sweet and thick, with globs of jelly-like spunk, I memorized the consistency. `Thank you, sir!' `Next! Private John Wilkins'... etc., etc.
I was getting so many soldier spunk loads in my mouth, all a different flavor and consistency. How would I remember them all? I had to associate their name with something in the unique flavor and smell of their cocks and cum. I only had a week to learn it all. This was so utterly depraved, I could hardly believe it was happening.
`By the way,' said one of the soldiers pushing my trolley as we got to the end of the first rank of soldiers, and started working our way back along the second rank, `Once you've memorized all these soldiers' loads, and can recognize them blindfolded from the taste of their spunk, you and your pals will be moved to the next two ranks. In the next few weeks you'll all have serviced the 2,000 soldiers on this parade ground, and memorized all their names from the taste of their loads in your mouths! You won't be allowed to recognize them by their faces, only by the flavor and consistency of their spunk in your mouth. This is so you can thank them by name when they feed you thru the glory hole of the suck-off cubicle where you'll be imprisoned for the rest of your useful life. The only time you'll be let out is to service new recruits, who you'll also have to memorize by their unique spunk taste.'
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was going to be locked up in a cubicle, with just a glory hold to feed me soldier spunk, and presumably piss, from anonymous soldier cocks. I wouldn't ever see their faces (except for the new recruits), just have to recognize them from the taste of their loads and the smell of their cocks.
`Disgusting, isn't it?' said the soldier to my right, as I sucked off another soldier's cock. `Bet you didn't think the Army did this sort of thing to civilians. We're trained to kill, boy -- just you remember that! You and your anarchist peacenik friends are lucky we prefer to have fun by using you as fuck-meat!'
`Yes sir, thank you sir!', I said as I swallowed my 52nd load of cum this morning. Thin and watery -- Private Jim Collins, I made a mental note as we moved to the 53rd soldier.
`If you think this is disgusting and depraved, wait till this afternoon,' laughed the soldier to my left. `Remember, it's latrine duty for you and your pacifist mates this afternoon. I hope you're all thirsty!'
I kept on swallowing soldier spunk until we finally got to the last soldier in the second line. As I got my 100th mouthful of army cum I found it hard to swallow it --all the soldier sperm had filled my belly and seemed to be stuck in my throat. No matter how hard I swallowed the last few loads wouldn't go down -- I was literally full up. `Private Jason Clark' said the soldier to my right, as I tried to remember the flavor of his cum. `Thank you, sir. Thank you for feeding me your sperm, sir!' I said.
`Look at his belly, it's bulging obscenely with soldier spunk! He looks like a pregnant woman,' laughed the soldier on my right as they wheeled me and my colleagues back to our respective huts for a rest before going on latrine duty, whatever that meant.
`Yes, and it's oozing out of his mouth and nostrils too -- and he's got soldiers' cum all over his face! It's disgusting! Sheer fuckin' filth!' said the soldier on my left, whilst the third soldier was taking pictures.
`Bet your parents would love to see these,' said the soldier taking the pictures. `If ever you try to escape, we'll make sure they get the videos and pictures we've taken of you this morning and yesterday, and the ones we'll take in the latrine this afternoon.'
`I won't try to escape,' I promised. `I love it here. You are all so kind to me, thank you so very much for feeding me such delicious army food and for teaching me respect for the British Army'.
`Respect? You ain't learned nothin' yet, son!' said the soldier taking photos of my cum-covered face. `Wait till you've been used as a soldier's urinal all afternoon, and gang-raped up the arse by a hundred soldiers. That'll teach you respect, boy!'
`And all that is just to break you in for the 5,000 American marines on the camp to use as their plaything', said one of the soldiers pushing my trolley.
We came to my hut, and they threw me in. Several of my colleagues were in there already.
`Right, this is prisoner hut number 3,' said one of the soldiers. `You'll be kept together from now on. You'll all eat from the dog-bowls and use the buckets for your toilets.'
They then chained us all up around the walls, each with bundle of hay to sleep on, two dog bowls filled with spunk-covered dog food and soldier piss, and a rusty bucket to piss and shit in. We couldn't move far with the chains attached to our neck collars, just up and down like dogs on a leash. We couldn't reach each other. It was embarrassing, having to eat cum-covered dog food and drink soldier piss from the dog bowls in front of some of my best friends. What made it worse, I suddenly spotted my elder brother over in the far corner. So he had been captured too. He tried to avoid making eye contact, and I was disgusted as I saw him lap up the soldier piss in his dog bowl. But what else could we do? We were given nothing else to drink, and we certainly couldn't reach the cold water tap in the corner because of the chains.
Then three soldiers walked in, and pointed to me and my brother.
`So you two are brothers, are you?' said one of the soldiers. `We've just been thru the prisoners' papers, and we see you have the same surname and address. Bet mum and dad are wondering where there precious boys are, if only they could see you now.'
`OK, we're gonna have some more fun,' said the second soldier, as he came over and unchained me from the wall. He led me over to my elder brother, who was aged 20. I had always secretly fancied him, but being brothers we'd never done anything sexual together. Besides he was straight, with a girlfriend. At least he WAS straight till the Army captured us.
`On your knees and give your brother a nice slow blow-job,' ordered the soldier who had led me over to the corner where my brother stood.
The third soldier got my brother's smooth circumcised cock out of his trousers and started masturbating it to make it hard.
`Your little brother's going to suck you off and drink your load,' he said. `And we're gonna film it all!'
One of the soldiers started the video camera, as I was pushed to my knees in front of my brother, and he was forced to enter my mouth.
`That's right, suck your brother's big cock. Do you like the smell and taste of his prick? Nice, isn't it? Suck out all his sweet hot cum, there's a good boy,' said the soldier kneeling beside me, who was now jerking me off.
`This is so wrong, I don't want to do this,' said my brother, who was quite religious. But the army could corrupt anyone.
The third soldier standing behind my brother shoved some poppers up his nose.
`Oh, but you DO want to do this! You've wanted to fuck you little brother's mouth and arse for years, admit it!' said the soldier.
As the poppers took effect, breaking down his inhibitions, my brother started moaning as he fucked my mouth:
`Yeah, yeah -- I've always wanted to fuck your little girly mouth and arse!' I couldn't believe my brother was saying these things to me, what was the Army doing to us? `Drink my spunk, you know you've always wanted to. That's right, drink your big brother's spunky load, swallow it all down!'
My brother shot his load in my mouth, and it was absolutely delicious! I felt utterly depraved as I swallowed it, but worse was to follow. Or rather better was to follow, I was now so confused as to what was right and what was wrong.
`I think your brother needs to piss now,' said the soldier who was jerking me off.
`Yes, your little brother is thirsty -- give him a hot drink of your piss,' said the soldier taking the video.
The soldier behind my brother shoved the poppers up his nose again. After a few seconds he succumbed, and said:
`D'ya wanna drink your big brother's piss? Open your mouth then, here it comes! Enjoy, you dirty little fucker!'
The soldier next to me wanked me right off as my brother started pissing in my mouth, and all over me. I was drenched in his piss, and I swallowed loads of it.
The soldier jerking me off whispered in my ear: `Yeah, drink your brother's hot piss. You love the strong flavor, don't you? This is just a taste of what you'll get from the soldiers when you're on latrine duty this afternoon.'
I shot my load, as my brother continued to fill my mouth and throat with his piss.
`OK, back to your place. We'll make sure your brother fucks your arse and mouth every day,' said the soldier, leading me back and chaining me to the wall again. `Have a rest for a few hours. You're all on urinal duty in the main barrack latrines at 12 noon.'
I sat on the hay, and looked over at my brother. He tried to avoid my eyes, but eventually our eyes met. He sneered at me and shouted across the hut: `You dirty little faggot piss-drinker! You got me into this mess. Persuading me to come on this peace demo. Now they're trying to turn me into a faggot like you!'
`I'm sorry,' I sniveled.
`Yeah, well from now on I'm gonna use your arse and mouth whenever I can,' said my brother. `You are gonna be the lowest of the low. We may be sex slaves of the army, but you're gonna be my personal slave. A slave of your slave brother, you can't get lower than that! Cunt faced girly boy, I shoulda raped you years ago! You were begging for it.'
We sat around thinking of all the spunk we'd swallowed that morning from the soldiers on the parade ground, and wondered exactly what urinal duty in the latrines would mean. It didn't really take much imagination from what had already occurred. Oh God, I was EXCITED!
... to be continued.
Later that evening, after the tattooist had been, one of his assistants came in with two soldiers. The soldiers held me down in the chair whilst the tattooist's assistant got some evil looking tools out of a case he carried with him.
`What are you going to do?' I asked. Hadn't I been thru enough indignities already?
`You fuckin' know what is tattooed on your forehead,' said one of the soldiers. `We can't risk losing any of our army property. So we're gonna pierce your pussy-boy tits and put a chain on `em. You won't be going far when we chain you up by your nipples, lad.'
Some more soldiers came into the hut, carrying a wooden piece of equipment. As they set it up next to my chair I realized what it was – a pair of stocks like they had in medieval times. They made me bend over and put my head and hands into three cut-away sections, then they closed and padlocked the top, so I was bent over with my head and hands locked thru three holes in the crossbar. One soldier then moved around the front, unzipped his fly and waved his big cock in my face.
`Open up, son, you must be hungry by now. Time for your supper!' he said. Just at that moment I felt another soldier pulling down my trousers, and then he started lubricating my arse. `I said open your fuckin' mouth,' said the first soldier, hitting me hard on the cheek. The impact made me instantly open my mouth wide, and he shoved his 8" of solid man-meat right in and down my throat.
`You're gonna be raped at both ends, son,' said the other soldier, as he started fingering my bumhole. `We're gonna break you in for the whole fuckin' camp! Not that he's a virgin, I bet this little faggot has taken a load of fuckin' cocks in every hole in his pussy-boy body!'
`Yeah, he's got a lovely wet cunt mouth,' said the first soldier. `It feels just like my girlfriend's wet pussy. And don't you dare bite me or I'll knock all your fuckin' teeth, out. Just accept my cock and you'll soon be rewarded with some fuck-juice for your supper!'
As I tried not to gag on his cock, the other soldier started entering my back passage. His cock was massive -- so thick it really hurt me as it went in. I tried to scream, but with the other cock in my mouth all I did was bite on it. Instantly the first soldier punched me on the nose. `No fuckin' teeth! I won't warn you again, son!'
`He's not used to taking real men's cocks. He's just taken faggot tools before,' said the soldier behind me, who had now worked his thick prick right into my hole. Still it was going in further, stretching my hole till I thought it would be ripped apart. He certainly was a real man -- he voiced what I was thinking at that moment: `That's right, son, you're being raped by two strapping soldiers! And you better get used to it, because this is your life from now on. We're short of good pussy on this base. All the women soldiers are fuckin' lesbians with faces like the back of a bus, or else they look like fuckin' men. You are the prettiest thing we've seen round here for a long time. He's got a cute little arse -- it's gonna turn the whole fuckin' camp on, shaggin' this little beauty of a pussy!'
As the two soldiers fucked me from both ends, the other soldiers who'd brought the stocks in stood and watched, jerking their cocks, whilst the tattooist's assistant crawled under me and started to work on my nipples. The pain was excruciating as he pierced my tender nipples, and the huge cock in my backside was painful too as it seemed to tear me apart. But I got no mercy, the two soldiers fucked me from both ends till they were ready to cum.
`I'm fuckin' cummin dahn his throat,' said the first soldier as his cock started pumpin' hot sperm right down my gullet. I had to keep swallowing to keep from gagging.
`Yeah, and I'm gonna cream up his shit-hole, here it is, pussy-boy!' said the other soldier as his massive cock started filling my arse up with soldier cream. As the first soldier finally removed his cock from my mouth, I shouted to the soldier behind me: `You didn't even use a condom!'
The first soldier punched me again in the face: `Shut the fuck up, cunt-face! We don't fuckin' care what happens to you, you're just a piece of Army fuck-meat!'
The second soldier pulled out of my arse and said: `Yeah, and you better not have given me any fuckin' faggot disease either. I've fucked every whore for miles around here, and I ain't never caught no fuckin' disease. Anyway, I wanted to be the first soldier on this base to rape you good and proper. The rest will all use condoms, we gotta think of our lads' health. But I'll take the risk -- I'm being posted to a war-zone tomorrow and I wanted a good fuck before I go. Might be dead next week. If not, I'll find some civvy women to rape. Might even find some cute guys to turn into pussy-boys like you. I'm being posted to an army interrogation camp. That's a polite word for rape camp, son!'
`Sounds like fun,' said one of the soldiers. `All the pussy you can find to fuck! Just leave `em with the mixed-race babies to give birth to 9 months later! Something to remember you by!'
`Yeah, but watch out, you might have made THIS kid pregnant,' laughed one of the other soldiers who'd been watching. `He looks more like a girl than a boy to me.'
`Yeah, if you have my baby in 9 months time, just think of me,' laughed the soldier who had just raped my arse, as he zipped up and walked around to face me. God, he was a handsome, rugged, brute of a man!
I thought my ordeal was over for the evening, but the two soldiers who had been standing watching and wanking now took the place of the first two. One fucked my mouth, and the other put on a condom and fucked my arse again. I was getting sore by now, but trapped in the stocks there was nothing I could do. I was soon fed another three mouthfuls of soldier sperm, and as if that wasn't enough the soldier who'd been fucking me pulled out, came around the front and asked if I was still hungry.
He then produced a shortbread biscuit from his shirt pocket. `I saved this for you, boy, `cos I thought you might want something more solid than soldier spunk to eat.'
He then removed the French letter from his cock, held it open so I could see that it was full of his cum, then put the shortbread finger on a chair in front of me and squeezed out the spunky contents of the used condom on to the biscuit.
`There you are, son -- a nice piece of shortbread covered in my sperm for you to eat', he said, picking up the spunk-covered biscuit and forcing me to eat it. The soldiers all laughed as I chewed and swallowed, whilst the tattooist's assistant was attaching a metal ring thru each of my newly-pierced nipples, and on to these rings he then attached a long metal chain. The soldiers then fitted a leather collar with iron spikes around my neck. This also had a chain attached. Finally they attached a sort of leather harness around my cock and balls, and this also had a chain attached. They then undid the stocks, and the soldiers led me across the hut -- one pulling my neck chain, one my cock chain, and two had hold of the chain attached to my nipples. I had to keep up or it hurt me where the chains pulled, especially the one on my nipples.
Whilst I had been operated on and raped in the stocks, some soldiers had dumped a load of hay and straw in one corner of the hut.
`There's your bed, dogboy!' shouted one of the soldiers. `And these are for a drink and some food in case you get hungry.' He showed me two empty dog bowls on the floor marked `Fido'. `We'll fill them up later, and here's your toilet,' he said, throwing a rusty old bucket at the stack of hay.
I sat down on the pile of hay as the soldiers left, and presently more soldiers came in. One had a tin of dog food, which he emptied into one of the bowls. There were six soldiers, and all of them then jerked off over the dog food, till it was covered in their spunk. They then all pissed in the empty dog bowl till it was overflowing with their piss.
`Goodnight, dogboy! And make sure those two bowls are empty in the morning. We've got a video camera on you -- you're gonna be in S&M porn movies, son! So don't even think of chucking the food and piss in that bucket, or we'll make you eat and drink the entire contents of that as well!'
With that they left and locked the door. I was tired out from all the shagging I had received, but I looked longingly at the food they had left me. It did look delicious. What was I thinking -- delicious? I was a human being, and this was contaminated dog food -- dog food covered in the spunk of six soldiers! I didn't care, I crawled over to the bowl and smelt it -- the spunky smell had my cock hard again. Like a good doggy, I stuck out my tongue and tasted the soldier cum -- lovely! I'd really gotten a taste for it. It wasn't long before I'd lapped up all the spunky dog meat in the bowl, then I crawled over to the other bowl full of the piss of six soldiers. I smelt it -- again, it the odor was delicious. I lapped it all up, laid back on the hay and jerked myself off. Satisfied and happy in my new slave-role, I fell asleep, wondering what lay in store for me in the morning.
I should have known. 6 a.m. I was woken by Reveille -- a bugler came right into my hut and blasted the wake-up call in my ear. Then he bawled at me: `Wakey wakey! Rise and shine! You're in the army now, get out on the fuckin' parade ground! 2000 soldiers are waiting to be serviced! I hope you're hungry, `cos you're gonna get the biggest breakfast you ever had!'
... to be continued...
Army Property - Part 3
I was directed to a tap in the corner of the hut where I had to wash and shave in cold water, then I had to quickly dress and was led out of the hut by three soldiers pulling me by my nipple, cock and neck chains. They took me across the army camp to the parade ground. I could see lines of soldiers in smart uniforms already lined up. As we got nearer, I could see they all had their flies open and their big cocks out. They were jerking them to make them hard. There really must have been 2,000 soldiers in ranks -- how on Earth was I expected to service that lot, I thought, even though my mouth watered at the thought of all that army spunk. It simply wasn't possible, it would take me too long.
We reached the parade ground, and the soldiers made me kneel down on a little trolley. They then handcuffed me to the sides of this trolley, and started to wheel me out to the first rank of soldiers, who by now all had their cocks stiff and hard poking out of their flies and waiting for my mouth to service them.
It was then I noticed some of my colleagues who had been on the peace protest the day before. They too were shackled up in chains and handcuffs and were being made to kneel on similar trolleys. Each male protestor had two ranks of soldiers to service.
`Yes, 19 of your anarchist friends are here too. They've been pacified with soldier spunk and made subservient to the army too. You're all army property now,' said one of the three soldiers maneuvering my trolley across the parade ground.
`And we haven't forgotten the women who smashed up that aircraft,' said one of the other soldiers, `They are being taken care of in another part of the camp. The lesbian soldiers are having first go at them, and then the men will have their turn.'
`Right now, there's 100 soldier-boy cocks waiting for your mouth to service them,' said the third soldier. `Two ranks of 50 soldiers -- here we are at the first rank. Get your mouth open and ready, boy!'
They wheeled my trolley up to the first soldier in the first line on the parade ground. I found myself kneeling on my little trolley with a soldier in full uniform in front of me, standing to attention with his stiff, hard cock sticking out of his fly and also standing to attention.
As if to echo my thoughts, the commanding officer on his platform shouted out to the whole parade ground:
`AttenSHUN! Cocks ready for sucking off! OK men, start feeding the prisoners their breakfast now. First man in line, one pace forward NOW! Insert penis in prisoner's mouth NOW! Prisoners suck off soldier cocks NOW!'
The soldier in front of me stepped smartly forward, and still standing to attention shoved his big cock right down my throat. I nearly gagged, but knew I had to suck him off quickly if I didn't want to be beaten up by the three soldiers who were escorting me. Two of them knelt on my trolley beside me and started mouthing obscenities in my ears, whilst the third soldier kept pushing my head forward on to the cock in my mouth.
`Suck that soldier's cock,' said a voice in my right ear. `That's right, suck it hard. Remember the smell and taste of his cock. This is Private Jay Smith. By next week you must learn to recognize him and all the other 100 soldiers you will be servicing today by their smell and taste.'
`That's right,' said the soldier's voice in my left ear. `Next week you'll be blindfolded, and you'll have to name correctly every soldier by the smell and taste of his cock and spunk. So when he shoots in your mouth in a few moments, keep his cum in your mouth until you remember the flavor.'
`Ready to feed prisoner, SIR!' shouted the soldier in front of me, as his cock stiffened in my mouth and I felt his cock head swelling up ready to spurt his load. `Cummin' in his mouth now, SIR!'
As he said that a huge jet of thick, hot soldier cum shot out of his cock on to my tongue. It tasted sweet, but with a touch of spice. The first spurt was followed quickly by five more, which I held in my mouth as long as I could, but I had to start swallowing as more soldier spunk was pumped into my already full mouth.
`Remember the taste of that cum -- that's Private Jay Smith's orgasm you're tasting, son,' said the voice in my right ear. `Look up at his face, and see who's just fed you your first helping of spunk today.'
As the soldier took his cock out of my mouth and took one pace backwards into line, I looked up and saw his face for the first time. He was about my age -- 18, with blue eyes and short cropped blond hair visible beneath his peaked army cap.
`Where are your manners, boy! Thank Private Smith for feeding you his sperm,' said the soldier on my left, slapping me in the face.
Still looking up at the handsome young soldier who had just fed me, I said: `Thank you, sir, for feeding me your cum.'
The young soldier looked down at me as if I was a piece of dog-shit he had just spotted on the parade-ground. He spat in my face and sneered: `That's not all I'll be feeding you before the day's out, fuck-face!' We may have been about the same age, but I was definitely his inferior.
`OK, service the next soldier in line,' said the soldier to my right as they pushed my trolley along to the next guardsman. `There's a nice big soldier cock for you to suck on -- think of all the soldier spunk that will pump down your throat,' he said.
The soldier must have had a 10" cock, and as he suddenly took one pace forward the monster dong hit me smack in the face, smothering it with the guardsman's gooey pre-cum.
`Don't he look pretty with soldier cock juice all over his face,' said the soldier on my left, `Now open your fuckin' mouth and let him fuck it. This nice soldier wants to feed you hot cum straight from his big cock. Isn't that kind of him? Aren't you excited? How do you like being orally raped by 100 soldiers on the parade ground, boy? Get that cock down your throat -- this soldier needs to feel your warm, wet pussy-cunt of a mouth draining him dry of his baby-juice!'
I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate the soldier's massive weapon. He rammed it right down my throat, and I almost choked. But I remembered I had to relax or I might choke to death.
`That's right,' said the soldier to my right, `Submit and take it all down your throat. See those 10 medals on this guardsman's chest?' I glanced up and saw 10 phallus-shaped medals on his tunic. `That means this big soldier has choked 7 civilians to death by orally raping them, and 3 more choked to death on his cum, so you better swallow quick when he shoots. Remember the smell and flavor of his cock and spunk though, you've got to identify him blindfolded when you suck him off next week!'
I had already fixed in my mind how to identify the first soldier I had sucked off today -- sweet and spicey spunk, that was Pvte Jay Smith. I didn't think I'd have much trouble identifying this cock blindfold, it was so big. But I knew I couldn't afford to make a mistake, or I'd be punished. His cock had been lubricated with something which was slimey and tasted of peppermint. The soldier I was sucking off spoke to me:
`Like the minty taste, son? I covered my cock with a special treat so you'd enjoy your breakfast more. Remember that minty taste, boy! When you taste that, you're sucking off the biggest cock in the camp -- Private Robin Wexford. How d'ya like me fuckin' your throat, son?'
I nodded as best I could, as I struggled with the massive tool rammed down my throat, fucking it like a woman's cunt. I felt the monster prick stiffen as it prepared to shoot its huge load down my throat. Seconds later the soldier was moaning in ecstasy as he shot pints of thick, hot, spunky fluid straight down my throat, bypassing my tongue. I knew this was no good -- I had to get a taste of his load just in case I didn't recognize his cock next week. I pulled my mouth away a little, so the next six jets of spunk went right into my mouth and coated my tongue. He was gushing soldier cum like a geyser, I had to swallow quickly or I would indeed have choked to death on his massive load. His cum tasted slightly bitter, with a hint of almonds. I'd remember when blindfolded that this bitter almond flavored cum from the minty monster cock was the intimate very personal essence of Pvte Robin Wexford. I drank in his big manly soldier smell. I loved him, worshiped him, and I hadn't even seen his face yet!
The obscenity of what I and my colleagues were doing suddenly hit me. We were sucking off ranks of soldiers, one after the other, on the parade ground of this army camp, in front of their officers. I couldn't believe the depravity of what the Army was doing to peaceful civilian protestors. I didn't have much more time for such thoughts, as I was ordered to look up at the soldier I'd just sucked off and thank him for my meal.
`Did you enjoy eating that filthy mess?' asked the soldier, who I could now see was over 6ft tall, with a muscular body and a face which reminded me of Matt Damon. Very sexy indeed. I did love him, he was my favorite on the camp so far!
`Oh yes, sir! Thank you so much for letting me swallow your orgasm, sir! I love you, sir!' I said.
He saluted and said: `For Queen and Country! A soldier's always ready to shoot! My weapon's always primed and ready to fire, boy!'
As I was pushed along to the next soldier in line, I could see all the soldiers were now jerking their cocks. The soldier behind me pushing the trolley saw me looking, and said:
`Yes, they're getting primed ready to shoot straight in your mouth, boy! We haven't got all day, you'll just have a few seconds to swallow each soldier's load then on to the next one. But remember the taste of each one.'
So we moved on down the line. It went like this: I was wheeled to the next soldier, he stepped forward and spunked into my mouth and the soldiers pushing my trolley took it in turns to say each soldier's name. I then had to thank the soldier for my cummy meal, and it was on to the next.
Down the line I went: `Drink my spunky load, son.' `Did you enjoy Private Derek Young's cum load, boy?' Sweet and thick, with globs of jelly-like spunk, I memorized the consistency. `Thank you, sir!' `Next! Private John Wilkins'... etc., etc.
I was getting so many soldier spunk loads in my mouth, all a different flavor and consistency. How would I remember them all? I had to associate their name with something in the unique flavor and smell of their cocks and cum. I only had a week to learn it all. This was so utterly depraved, I could hardly believe it was happening.
`By the way,' said one of the soldiers pushing my trolley as we got to the end of the first rank of soldiers, and started working our way back along the second rank, `Once you've memorized all these soldiers' loads, and can recognize them blindfolded from the taste of their spunk, you and your pals will be moved to the next two ranks. In the next few weeks you'll all have serviced the 2,000 soldiers on this parade ground, and memorized all their names from the taste of their loads in your mouths! You won't be allowed to recognize them by their faces, only by the flavor and consistency of their spunk in your mouth. This is so you can thank them by name when they feed you thru the glory hole of the suck-off cubicle where you'll be imprisoned for the rest of your useful life. The only time you'll be let out is to service new recruits, who you'll also have to memorize by their unique spunk taste.'
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was going to be locked up in a cubicle, with just a glory hold to feed me soldier spunk, and presumably piss, from anonymous soldier cocks. I wouldn't ever see their faces (except for the new recruits), just have to recognize them from the taste of their loads and the smell of their cocks.
`Disgusting, isn't it?' said the soldier to my right, as I sucked off another soldier's cock. `Bet you didn't think the Army did this sort of thing to civilians. We're trained to kill, boy -- just you remember that! You and your anarchist peacenik friends are lucky we prefer to have fun by using you as fuck-meat!'
`Yes sir, thank you sir!', I said as I swallowed my 52nd load of cum this morning. Thin and watery -- Private Jim Collins, I made a mental note as we moved to the 53rd soldier.
`If you think this is disgusting and depraved, wait till this afternoon,' laughed the soldier to my left. `Remember, it's latrine duty for you and your pacifist mates this afternoon. I hope you're all thirsty!'
I kept on swallowing soldier spunk until we finally got to the last soldier in the second line. As I got my 100th mouthful of army cum I found it hard to swallow it --all the soldier sperm had filled my belly and seemed to be stuck in my throat. No matter how hard I swallowed the last few loads wouldn't go down -- I was literally full up. `Private Jason Clark' said the soldier to my right, as I tried to remember the flavor of his cum. `Thank you, sir. Thank you for feeding me your sperm, sir!' I said.
`Look at his belly, it's bulging obscenely with soldier spunk! He looks like a pregnant woman,' laughed the soldier on my right as they wheeled me and my colleagues back to our respective huts for a rest before going on latrine duty, whatever that meant.
`Yes, and it's oozing out of his mouth and nostrils too -- and he's got soldiers' cum all over his face! It's disgusting! Sheer fuckin' filth!' said the soldier on my left, whilst the third soldier was taking pictures.
`Bet your parents would love to see these,' said the soldier taking the pictures. `If ever you try to escape, we'll make sure they get the videos and pictures we've taken of you this morning and yesterday, and the ones we'll take in the latrine this afternoon.'
`I won't try to escape,' I promised. `I love it here. You are all so kind to me, thank you so very much for feeding me such delicious army food and for teaching me respect for the British Army'.
`Respect? You ain't learned nothin' yet, son!' said the soldier taking photos of my cum-covered face. `Wait till you've been used as a soldier's urinal all afternoon, and gang-raped up the arse by a hundred soldiers. That'll teach you respect, boy!'
`And all that is just to break you in for the 5,000 American marines on the camp to use as their plaything', said one of the soldiers pushing my trolley.
We came to my hut, and they threw me in. Several of my colleagues were in there already.
`Right, this is prisoner hut number 3,' said one of the soldiers. `You'll be kept together from now on. You'll all eat from the dog-bowls and use the buckets for your toilets.'
They then chained us all up around the walls, each with bundle of hay to sleep on, two dog bowls filled with spunk-covered dog food and soldier piss, and a rusty bucket to piss and shit in. We couldn't move far with the chains attached to our neck collars, just up and down like dogs on a leash. We couldn't reach each other. It was embarrassing, having to eat cum-covered dog food and drink soldier piss from the dog bowls in front of some of my best friends. What made it worse, I suddenly spotted my elder brother over in the far corner. So he had been captured too. He tried to avoid making eye contact, and I was disgusted as I saw him lap up the soldier piss in his dog bowl. But what else could we do? We were given nothing else to drink, and we certainly couldn't reach the cold water tap in the corner because of the chains.
Then three soldiers walked in, and pointed to me and my brother.
`So you two are brothers, are you?' said one of the soldiers. `We've just been thru the prisoners' papers, and we see you have the same surname and address. Bet mum and dad are wondering where there precious boys are, if only they could see you now.'
`OK, we're gonna have some more fun,' said the second soldier, as he came over and unchained me from the wall. He led me over to my elder brother, who was aged 20. I had always secretly fancied him, but being brothers we'd never done anything sexual together. Besides he was straight, with a girlfriend. At least he WAS straight till the Army captured us.
`On your knees and give your brother a nice slow blow-job,' ordered the soldier who had led me over to the corner where my brother stood.
The third soldier got my brother's smooth circumcised cock out of his trousers and started masturbating it to make it hard.
`Your little brother's going to suck you off and drink your load,' he said. `And we're gonna film it all!'
One of the soldiers started the video camera, as I was pushed to my knees in front of my brother, and he was forced to enter my mouth.
`That's right, suck your brother's big cock. Do you like the smell and taste of his prick? Nice, isn't it? Suck out all his sweet hot cum, there's a good boy,' said the soldier kneeling beside me, who was now jerking me off.
`This is so wrong, I don't want to do this,' said my brother, who was quite religious. But the army could corrupt anyone.
The third soldier standing behind my brother shoved some poppers up his nose.
`Oh, but you DO want to do this! You've wanted to fuck you little brother's mouth and arse for years, admit it!' said the soldier.
As the poppers took effect, breaking down his inhibitions, my brother started moaning as he fucked my mouth:
`Yeah, yeah -- I've always wanted to fuck your little girly mouth and arse!' I couldn't believe my brother was saying these things to me, what was the Army doing to us? `Drink my spunk, you know you've always wanted to. That's right, drink your big brother's spunky load, swallow it all down!'
My brother shot his load in my mouth, and it was absolutely delicious! I felt utterly depraved as I swallowed it, but worse was to follow. Or rather better was to follow, I was now so confused as to what was right and what was wrong.
`I think your brother needs to piss now,' said the soldier who was jerking me off.
`Yes, your little brother is thirsty -- give him a hot drink of your piss,' said the soldier taking the video.
The soldier behind my brother shoved the poppers up his nose again. After a few seconds he succumbed, and said:
`D'ya wanna drink your big brother's piss? Open your mouth then, here it comes! Enjoy, you dirty little fucker!'
The soldier next to me wanked me right off as my brother started pissing in my mouth, and all over me. I was drenched in his piss, and I swallowed loads of it.
The soldier jerking me off whispered in my ear: `Yeah, drink your brother's hot piss. You love the strong flavor, don't you? This is just a taste of what you'll get from the soldiers when you're on latrine duty this afternoon.'
I shot my load, as my brother continued to fill my mouth and throat with his piss.
`OK, back to your place. We'll make sure your brother fucks your arse and mouth every day,' said the soldier, leading me back and chaining me to the wall again. `Have a rest for a few hours. You're all on urinal duty in the main barrack latrines at 12 noon.'
I sat on the hay, and looked over at my brother. He tried to avoid my eyes, but eventually our eyes met. He sneered at me and shouted across the hut: `You dirty little faggot piss-drinker! You got me into this mess. Persuading me to come on this peace demo. Now they're trying to turn me into a faggot like you!'
`I'm sorry,' I sniveled.
`Yeah, well from now on I'm gonna use your arse and mouth whenever I can,' said my brother. `You are gonna be the lowest of the low. We may be sex slaves of the army, but you're gonna be my personal slave. A slave of your slave brother, you can't get lower than that! Cunt faced girly boy, I shoulda raped you years ago! You were begging for it.'
We sat around thinking of all the spunk we'd swallowed that morning from the soldiers on the parade ground, and wondered exactly what urinal duty in the latrines would mean. It didn't really take much imagination from what had already occurred. Oh God, I was EXCITED!
... to be continued.
Army Property - Part 4
(This and other episodes contain instances of unprotected anal sex. It is a sexual fantasy, and I don't condone any of the enforced or unsafe activities which taked place in this story. Condoms should always be used for anal sex. Oral sex also can carry some risk, but much less than unprotected anal sex.)
In the early afternoon soldiers came in to our hut, unchained us from the walls and marched us out to the barrack blocks. We were taken into the latrines, where a line of urinals were installed along one wall. In between each urinal basin had been placed a stool, and behind each stool were four metal rings set in the wall. Two were just above floor level, and two were higher. We were all made to sit on these stools, and our arms and ankles were shackled to the rings on the wall. The soldiers then showed us signs which were to be hung around our necks. They read:
`Urinals, other ranks for the use of' with an arrow pointing up towards our mouths.
Also on the walls behind us, above the sets of metal rings, were strange wooden contraptions. These were opened up and our heads were locked into them. They were sort of like the wooden stocks used earlier, only these were only for our heads. A block under our chins made out heads tilt backwards. Finally funnels were placed in our mouths with the words: `Soldiers' Urinals' painted on the insides in large black letters. Because of the angle our heads were locked in, and the fact that our arms and legs were shackled to the wall, it was impossible for us to remove the funnels from our mouths.
`OK, I hope you're all thirsty, because all afternoon soldiers from these barracks are going to be coming in and using the urinals,' said the lance corporal in charge before the soldiers left us. `The soldiers may, of course, use the permanent urinals next to you, but they may take pity on you and use your funnels so you get a nice hot drink. You have no control at all over the situation -- remember you are just army property!'
The soldiers who had brought us here then left, and we sat and waited for our first customers. We didn't have to wait long. A tall soldier in uniform with short-cropped reddish hair came in, and made for the ceramic urinal next to me. Then suddenly he looked right into my eyes, spat in my face, and sidled over to me. Pointing his big cock straight into the funnel protruding from my mouth he started to piss into it saying:
`You look as if you need a long, hot drink. I've been saving this up since last night especially for you! Don't you dare spill a drop!'
His piss was dark and strong, and the flavor almost made me puke. But the funnel was quickly filling up with the steaming hot liquid, and I knew I had to swallow as fast as I could. For two whole minutes he emptied the contents of his bladder into the funnel in my mouth, and I just had to keep swallowing. Then he just zipped up and walked away.
More soldiers came in, all in full uniform. Not one of them used the ceramic urinals; they all took a perverse pleasure in using the funnels in our mouths, and in making humiliating comments about quenching our thirst or how much they liked the new urinals.
All afternoon soldiers came in and used our mouths as their toilets. We had been warned we mustn't piss ourselves, and tight leather sheaths had been fitted over our cocks to stop us. So our bellies swelled up with all the soldier piss we were forced to drink. I felt mine would burst, when six more soldiers came in.
One of them carried a bucket, which they placed in the middle of the floor. All six soldiers then stood around it and pissed in it. More soldiers came in and used the bucket, till it was full up.
`Who's gonna be the lucky one who gets to drink this soldier piss cocktail?' asked one of the soldiers. There were six of us chained to the wall between the ceramic urinals, so the soldiers wrote down the numbers 1-6 and put them in one of their caps. I was number 6, and sure enough when one of the soldiers picked a number out of the cap it was number 6.
They all came over to my funnel and removed it from my mouth. One of them then produced a hosepipe, and put one end of it into the bucket of steaming hot soldier piss. He put the other end in my mouth and ordered me to suck and keep sucking. I did as I was told, and presently a never ending stream of soldier urine from the bucket entered my mouth. There was no way of stopping it till the bucket was empty. My belly grew bigger and bigger, till I felt sure it would burst.
The soldiers stood around laughing, as I swallowed the cocktail of soldier piss from the bucket. When it was empty they removed the hose from my mouth, and the funnels from the mouths of the other captives. They then unchained us, and I had to be helped up from my stool as I was now so heavy and my stomach was aching from all the soldier piss in my belly. They then took us over to the ceramic urinals, and took the sheaths off our cocks.
`OK, you may now relieve yourselves,' they said, and I gradually felt some of the pain subside as I pissed for what seemed 20 minutes.
We were then led back to our hut and chained up again. We were told to rest for an hour or so, then we were to be taken to the American Marine's quarters so their new recruits could try us out.
My brother and I were unchained and taken out together. We were marched across the base to where an American flag was flying from a pole. A sign nearby said United States Marine Corps. My brother and I were taken into a building, where two U.S. marines in smart uniforms stood to attention either side of a desk. At the desk sat a U.S. Marine officer.
`These two are brothers, they are broke into the base yesterday to cause trouble, but are now very willing to serve your boys in any way they can,' said the British soldiers who had brought us here.
`Brothers, are they?' said the American officer, who was smoking a huge cigar, `Well Uncle Sam can certainly make use of them. For a start, they can relieve my guards here.
Stand `em in front of my boys, then you can leave. I'll do the rest!'
I was placed in front of the marine on his right. He was a young white lad, about 18. My brother was made to stand before the other marine, who was a black boy about the same age. The British soldiers then left saying they'd be back later.
The Marine officer went over to the young marine facing my brother, and pointed to him.
`You are looking at a cadet of the United States Marine Corps,' he said. `Take a good look -- he's an All-American boy. Now take a step nearer, that's right get up real close like you would if you were in hand-to-hand combat and he was about to kill ya, boy! He could, he could kill you limey scum with his bare hands for breaking into our base. Yes OUR base. It may say British Army base outside, but that's bullshit! We run this base, we occupy this fuckin' country, we fuckin' rule the WORLD! Understand me, you limey shitheads?'
`Y--Y--Yes, s--s--sir!' my poor brother stammered, as he was made to stand right up close to the marine.
`Now smell him, that's right, I said fuckin' SMELL him!' shouted the officer, `What do you smell? A good, clean, all-American boy, that's what! You smell your fuckin' rulers, your fuckin' occupiers, the American master race, that's what you're smelling boy! Now lick his neck, go on -- lick that clean all-American neck -- taste good, boy? That's because he's brought up in the best country in the world, raised to rule ungrateful shit like you!
Now move down to his arms -- look at those arms, boy! They could kill you, he's been trained to kill in unarmed combat. He could break your fuckin' limey neck. Shall I order him to break your fuckin' neck, boy?'
`N..no! P--P--Please d--don't k--k--kill me, s--sir!' pleaded my brother.
`Well lick his arms, lick those strong biceps which could kill you. If you lick hard enough he might take pity on you and let you suck his fuckin' cock instead' said the officer.
I watched my brother lick the young marine's biceps where they protruded from the marine's short-sleeved shirt. He had to lick first one arm then the other as the marine stood to attention the whole time. Then the officer slowly undid the marine's fly and pulled out his big black 9" circumcized cock.
`OK, you limey shithead, on your fuckin' knees and get this all-American cock in your mouth. Suck all the U.S. Marine spunk out of it and we may spare your worthless life,' said the officer, as he turned and marched over to where I was standing.
`Look into his eyes, boy, what do you see?' said the officer, as I gazed into the young marine's blue eyes. `I tell ya what, you see - hate, boy! Hatred of limey shit like you and all you stand for. He's risking his life for his country and ungrateful scum like you try to get in his way. He could bayonet you to death right now if I give the order. Get up close and smell him, boy! What do you smell?'
`I smell U.S. Marine, sir!' I said truthfully, for the young kid as I got real close just smelt of clean uniform freshly laundered, soap and the clean masculine tang of America's fighting men. I too was made to lick the young marine's neck and biceps. This really turned me on, and by the time I was made to kneel in front of his long slim circumcised cock sticking like a ramrod straight out of his trouser fly I had a raging rock hard erection myself from the smell and taste of this All-American marine.
`Suck it as if you're very life depending on it, `cos it does! If you two don't bring these cadets off in two minutes flat I'm gonna order them to kill you. Now SUCK! Get those marine cocks right down your throats, and suck out their marine honey!'
Eight inches of young cadet marine cock was rammed down my throat, as hard as steel. It almost choked me, but I kept working it and sucking as hard as I could. Presently my marine started moaning, and I could hear my brother's marine moaning too. The cock in my mouth suddenly erupted with a volcanic flow of hot spunk which tasted more delicious than anything I'd ever tasted before. I swallowed it greedily, mouthful after mouthful of it. I then glanced at my brother and saw he was swallowing marine spunk too. Some of it overflowed on his chin.
`You, over here. Help your brother. Lick up that marine spunk he's spilling, it's too good to waste!' ordered the officer. I had to kneel down and lick the marine cum off my brother's chin.
`Your brother's not such a good cocksucker as you,' said the officer, `That's cos you're a faggot, and he's a real man. But we'll break him yet. Till he learns to swallow the whole lot from spunkin' marine cocks you'll have to lick up the overflow. If one bit of marine cum lands on the floor, you're both dead!' said the officer.
He then marched my brother and me thru a doorway marked RAPE ROOM #6 into a large hall with strange pieces of equipment in it and marines standing around in full uniform.
`See that sign on the wall, read it out loud!' said the officer, pointing to an official looking sign which covered the upper part of the far wall.
My brother and I read the sign out loud in unison:
`U.S.M.C. RAPE ROOM #6. Marines: Enjoy your rapes! Prisoners: Submit to the occupying forces! You are here to serve! You are just fuckmeat for the United States Marine Corps'
`That's right, what are you?' asked the officer, blowing cigar smoke in our faces.
My brother and I replied in unison: `We are just fuckmeat for the United States Marine Corps'.
`OK, boys, strap `em to the double-spit roaster!' said the officer.
My brother and I were then strapped face down side by side to a kind of slanted padded leather table with our heads at the upper end. Two big black marines then came up behind us and pulled our trousers down. They started slapping grease all over our backsides.
`Grease their limey asses up well, they're not used to taking big U.S. Marine cocks yet' said the officer.
`You all shoo has a cute little ass, honey,' said the black marine greasing me up, `Would y'all like mah big black marine cock to open it up real wide, white boy? Ah'm from Texas, and everything's bigger in Texas, don't y'all know?'
If I didn't, I soon did, as he rammed what must have been at least 12 solid inches of thick marine manmeat right up my `ass' as he called it, and tearing it to pieces in the process.
`Shit, man -- y'all done got blood all over mah cock!' said the marine, as he pulled his prick out then rammed it back in again, `Why didn't y'all tell me I was takin' yo' cherry, boy?'
My brother was also being raped by a big black cock, and he was screaming with pain. He really was a virgin as he had always done the fucking before, with girls.
`Shut up, mutha fucker,' said a tall white marine as he climbed some steps and shoved his big cock in my brother's mouth, `Suck on this big teat, baby, it's gonna feed you sweet mother's milk that'll make you goo like a baby for more.'
The marine started fucking my brother's mouth, whilst another tall marine climbed up some steps and waved his big white cock in my face as I was still being fucked by the huge black prick up my `ass'.
`Are y'all hungry, boy?' he asked me. I nodded and opened my mouth to receive his cock. It tasted so good. Even though I had sucked 100 British army cocks on the parade ground that morning, these American cocks were something special. `I brought this all the way from Macon, Georgia just for you, boy!' he said as he fed me his meat. He fucked my mouth while the big marine fucked my `ass', which by now was truly broken in and had learned to accept his huge meat. Then the guy fucking my face pulled out and said:
`Have y'all ever tasted a Georgia peach, boy?' and he made me take both his tight balls in my mouth at the same time. `Oh yeah, suck those Georgia peaches -- they're done fulla sweet juice for you, boy. I'm gonna feed it to y'all real soon. Just keep on suckin' them peaches!' I sucked and sucked on his nuts, then he rammed his cock in my mouth again, and sure enough he was soon feeding me the sweetest, creamiest man-milk I'd ever tasted. I swallowed it down greedily, aware that my brother was having trouble dealing with the cock in his mouth. It started spurting spunk and it was overflowing from my brother's mouth all over his chin and down his neck.
`Help yo' brother out,' said the marine who had just fed me, `Lick up that big Yankee boy's cream that's spilling from his mouth and runnin' down his neck. Don't y'all waste none!'
I leaned over and licked the spunk from my brother's lips and chin, then moved down to his neck where a thick river of spunk flowed. God, it was so erotic licking my brother's smooth spunky neck as he kept swallowing the marine's cum. I almost came myself. Meanwhile the two marine's fucking our `asses' were near to climax.
`OK, honey, time to get pregnant. Would y'all like a boy or a girl?' said the black marine who had torn my `ass' to pieces as he prepared to shoot. `Here cums mah baby-juice, shootin' right up yo' lily white ass, boy!'
I felt his cum shoot right up me. Meanwhile another marine had shoved his cock in my mouth, and had started to cum almost immediately, so I was being fed marine spunk at both ends at the same time.
Finally my brother and I were unstrapped from the rape table, and the officer took us back to the outer room to await the British soldiers who were taking us back to our hut for the night.
`That was just a taster, boys' said the officer. `Next time you'll be here for a whole day, and raped by marines from 9 till 5. We gotta break you in gradually -- some of our boys are real big!'
The British soldiers arrived and we were taken back to our hut for the night. The first full day of my life at this army base hand ended, and all I had been fed was army spunk, piss and dog-food contaminated with cum. Was this all my life was to consist of from now on?
I fell asleep on the hay almost immediately, wondering what soldier and marine cocks I'd have to service tomorrow.
... to be continued.
(This and other episodes contain instances of unprotected anal sex. It is a sexual fantasy, and I don't condone any of the enforced or unsafe activities which taked place in this story. Condoms should always be used for anal sex. Oral sex also can carry some risk, but much less than unprotected anal sex.)
In the early afternoon soldiers came in to our hut, unchained us from the walls and marched us out to the barrack blocks. We were taken into the latrines, where a line of urinals were installed along one wall. In between each urinal basin had been placed a stool, and behind each stool were four metal rings set in the wall. Two were just above floor level, and two were higher. We were all made to sit on these stools, and our arms and ankles were shackled to the rings on the wall. The soldiers then showed us signs which were to be hung around our necks. They read:
`Urinals, other ranks for the use of' with an arrow pointing up towards our mouths.
Also on the walls behind us, above the sets of metal rings, were strange wooden contraptions. These were opened up and our heads were locked into them. They were sort of like the wooden stocks used earlier, only these were only for our heads. A block under our chins made out heads tilt backwards. Finally funnels were placed in our mouths with the words: `Soldiers' Urinals' painted on the insides in large black letters. Because of the angle our heads were locked in, and the fact that our arms and legs were shackled to the wall, it was impossible for us to remove the funnels from our mouths.
`OK, I hope you're all thirsty, because all afternoon soldiers from these barracks are going to be coming in and using the urinals,' said the lance corporal in charge before the soldiers left us. `The soldiers may, of course, use the permanent urinals next to you, but they may take pity on you and use your funnels so you get a nice hot drink. You have no control at all over the situation -- remember you are just army property!'
The soldiers who had brought us here then left, and we sat and waited for our first customers. We didn't have to wait long. A tall soldier in uniform with short-cropped reddish hair came in, and made for the ceramic urinal next to me. Then suddenly he looked right into my eyes, spat in my face, and sidled over to me. Pointing his big cock straight into the funnel protruding from my mouth he started to piss into it saying:
`You look as if you need a long, hot drink. I've been saving this up since last night especially for you! Don't you dare spill a drop!'
His piss was dark and strong, and the flavor almost made me puke. But the funnel was quickly filling up with the steaming hot liquid, and I knew I had to swallow as fast as I could. For two whole minutes he emptied the contents of his bladder into the funnel in my mouth, and I just had to keep swallowing. Then he just zipped up and walked away.
More soldiers came in, all in full uniform. Not one of them used the ceramic urinals; they all took a perverse pleasure in using the funnels in our mouths, and in making humiliating comments about quenching our thirst or how much they liked the new urinals.
All afternoon soldiers came in and used our mouths as their toilets. We had been warned we mustn't piss ourselves, and tight leather sheaths had been fitted over our cocks to stop us. So our bellies swelled up with all the soldier piss we were forced to drink. I felt mine would burst, when six more soldiers came in.
One of them carried a bucket, which they placed in the middle of the floor. All six soldiers then stood around it and pissed in it. More soldiers came in and used the bucket, till it was full up.
`Who's gonna be the lucky one who gets to drink this soldier piss cocktail?' asked one of the soldiers. There were six of us chained to the wall between the ceramic urinals, so the soldiers wrote down the numbers 1-6 and put them in one of their caps. I was number 6, and sure enough when one of the soldiers picked a number out of the cap it was number 6.
They all came over to my funnel and removed it from my mouth. One of them then produced a hosepipe, and put one end of it into the bucket of steaming hot soldier piss. He put the other end in my mouth and ordered me to suck and keep sucking. I did as I was told, and presently a never ending stream of soldier urine from the bucket entered my mouth. There was no way of stopping it till the bucket was empty. My belly grew bigger and bigger, till I felt sure it would burst.
The soldiers stood around laughing, as I swallowed the cocktail of soldier piss from the bucket. When it was empty they removed the hose from my mouth, and the funnels from the mouths of the other captives. They then unchained us, and I had to be helped up from my stool as I was now so heavy and my stomach was aching from all the soldier piss in my belly. They then took us over to the ceramic urinals, and took the sheaths off our cocks.
`OK, you may now relieve yourselves,' they said, and I gradually felt some of the pain subside as I pissed for what seemed 20 minutes.
We were then led back to our hut and chained up again. We were told to rest for an hour or so, then we were to be taken to the American Marine's quarters so their new recruits could try us out.
My brother and I were unchained and taken out together. We were marched across the base to where an American flag was flying from a pole. A sign nearby said United States Marine Corps. My brother and I were taken into a building, where two U.S. marines in smart uniforms stood to attention either side of a desk. At the desk sat a U.S. Marine officer.
`These two are brothers, they are broke into the base yesterday to cause trouble, but are now very willing to serve your boys in any way they can,' said the British soldiers who had brought us here.
`Brothers, are they?' said the American officer, who was smoking a huge cigar, `Well Uncle Sam can certainly make use of them. For a start, they can relieve my guards here.
Stand `em in front of my boys, then you can leave. I'll do the rest!'
I was placed in front of the marine on his right. He was a young white lad, about 18. My brother was made to stand before the other marine, who was a black boy about the same age. The British soldiers then left saying they'd be back later.
The Marine officer went over to the young marine facing my brother, and pointed to him.
`You are looking at a cadet of the United States Marine Corps,' he said. `Take a good look -- he's an All-American boy. Now take a step nearer, that's right get up real close like you would if you were in hand-to-hand combat and he was about to kill ya, boy! He could, he could kill you limey scum with his bare hands for breaking into our base. Yes OUR base. It may say British Army base outside, but that's bullshit! We run this base, we occupy this fuckin' country, we fuckin' rule the WORLD! Understand me, you limey shitheads?'
`Y--Y--Yes, s--s--sir!' my poor brother stammered, as he was made to stand right up close to the marine.
`Now smell him, that's right, I said fuckin' SMELL him!' shouted the officer, `What do you smell? A good, clean, all-American boy, that's what! You smell your fuckin' rulers, your fuckin' occupiers, the American master race, that's what you're smelling boy! Now lick his neck, go on -- lick that clean all-American neck -- taste good, boy? That's because he's brought up in the best country in the world, raised to rule ungrateful shit like you!
Now move down to his arms -- look at those arms, boy! They could kill you, he's been trained to kill in unarmed combat. He could break your fuckin' limey neck. Shall I order him to break your fuckin' neck, boy?'
`N..no! P--P--Please d--don't k--k--kill me, s--sir!' pleaded my brother.
`Well lick his arms, lick those strong biceps which could kill you. If you lick hard enough he might take pity on you and let you suck his fuckin' cock instead' said the officer.
I watched my brother lick the young marine's biceps where they protruded from the marine's short-sleeved shirt. He had to lick first one arm then the other as the marine stood to attention the whole time. Then the officer slowly undid the marine's fly and pulled out his big black 9" circumcized cock.
`OK, you limey shithead, on your fuckin' knees and get this all-American cock in your mouth. Suck all the U.S. Marine spunk out of it and we may spare your worthless life,' said the officer, as he turned and marched over to where I was standing.
`Look into his eyes, boy, what do you see?' said the officer, as I gazed into the young marine's blue eyes. `I tell ya what, you see - hate, boy! Hatred of limey shit like you and all you stand for. He's risking his life for his country and ungrateful scum like you try to get in his way. He could bayonet you to death right now if I give the order. Get up close and smell him, boy! What do you smell?'
`I smell U.S. Marine, sir!' I said truthfully, for the young kid as I got real close just smelt of clean uniform freshly laundered, soap and the clean masculine tang of America's fighting men. I too was made to lick the young marine's neck and biceps. This really turned me on, and by the time I was made to kneel in front of his long slim circumcised cock sticking like a ramrod straight out of his trouser fly I had a raging rock hard erection myself from the smell and taste of this All-American marine.
`Suck it as if you're very life depending on it, `cos it does! If you two don't bring these cadets off in two minutes flat I'm gonna order them to kill you. Now SUCK! Get those marine cocks right down your throats, and suck out their marine honey!'
Eight inches of young cadet marine cock was rammed down my throat, as hard as steel. It almost choked me, but I kept working it and sucking as hard as I could. Presently my marine started moaning, and I could hear my brother's marine moaning too. The cock in my mouth suddenly erupted with a volcanic flow of hot spunk which tasted more delicious than anything I'd ever tasted before. I swallowed it greedily, mouthful after mouthful of it. I then glanced at my brother and saw he was swallowing marine spunk too. Some of it overflowed on his chin.
`You, over here. Help your brother. Lick up that marine spunk he's spilling, it's too good to waste!' ordered the officer. I had to kneel down and lick the marine cum off my brother's chin.
`Your brother's not such a good cocksucker as you,' said the officer, `That's cos you're a faggot, and he's a real man. But we'll break him yet. Till he learns to swallow the whole lot from spunkin' marine cocks you'll have to lick up the overflow. If one bit of marine cum lands on the floor, you're both dead!' said the officer.
He then marched my brother and me thru a doorway marked RAPE ROOM #6 into a large hall with strange pieces of equipment in it and marines standing around in full uniform.
`See that sign on the wall, read it out loud!' said the officer, pointing to an official looking sign which covered the upper part of the far wall.
My brother and I read the sign out loud in unison:
`U.S.M.C. RAPE ROOM #6. Marines: Enjoy your rapes! Prisoners: Submit to the occupying forces! You are here to serve! You are just fuckmeat for the United States Marine Corps'
`That's right, what are you?' asked the officer, blowing cigar smoke in our faces.
My brother and I replied in unison: `We are just fuckmeat for the United States Marine Corps'.
`OK, boys, strap `em to the double-spit roaster!' said the officer.
My brother and I were then strapped face down side by side to a kind of slanted padded leather table with our heads at the upper end. Two big black marines then came up behind us and pulled our trousers down. They started slapping grease all over our backsides.
`Grease their limey asses up well, they're not used to taking big U.S. Marine cocks yet' said the officer.
`You all shoo has a cute little ass, honey,' said the black marine greasing me up, `Would y'all like mah big black marine cock to open it up real wide, white boy? Ah'm from Texas, and everything's bigger in Texas, don't y'all know?'
If I didn't, I soon did, as he rammed what must have been at least 12 solid inches of thick marine manmeat right up my `ass' as he called it, and tearing it to pieces in the process.
`Shit, man -- y'all done got blood all over mah cock!' said the marine, as he pulled his prick out then rammed it back in again, `Why didn't y'all tell me I was takin' yo' cherry, boy?'
My brother was also being raped by a big black cock, and he was screaming with pain. He really was a virgin as he had always done the fucking before, with girls.
`Shut up, mutha fucker,' said a tall white marine as he climbed some steps and shoved his big cock in my brother's mouth, `Suck on this big teat, baby, it's gonna feed you sweet mother's milk that'll make you goo like a baby for more.'
The marine started fucking my brother's mouth, whilst another tall marine climbed up some steps and waved his big white cock in my face as I was still being fucked by the huge black prick up my `ass'.
`Are y'all hungry, boy?' he asked me. I nodded and opened my mouth to receive his cock. It tasted so good. Even though I had sucked 100 British army cocks on the parade ground that morning, these American cocks were something special. `I brought this all the way from Macon, Georgia just for you, boy!' he said as he fed me his meat. He fucked my mouth while the big marine fucked my `ass', which by now was truly broken in and had learned to accept his huge meat. Then the guy fucking my face pulled out and said:
`Have y'all ever tasted a Georgia peach, boy?' and he made me take both his tight balls in my mouth at the same time. `Oh yeah, suck those Georgia peaches -- they're done fulla sweet juice for you, boy. I'm gonna feed it to y'all real soon. Just keep on suckin' them peaches!' I sucked and sucked on his nuts, then he rammed his cock in my mouth again, and sure enough he was soon feeding me the sweetest, creamiest man-milk I'd ever tasted. I swallowed it down greedily, aware that my brother was having trouble dealing with the cock in his mouth. It started spurting spunk and it was overflowing from my brother's mouth all over his chin and down his neck.
`Help yo' brother out,' said the marine who had just fed me, `Lick up that big Yankee boy's cream that's spilling from his mouth and runnin' down his neck. Don't y'all waste none!'
I leaned over and licked the spunk from my brother's lips and chin, then moved down to his neck where a thick river of spunk flowed. God, it was so erotic licking my brother's smooth spunky neck as he kept swallowing the marine's cum. I almost came myself. Meanwhile the two marine's fucking our `asses' were near to climax.
`OK, honey, time to get pregnant. Would y'all like a boy or a girl?' said the black marine who had torn my `ass' to pieces as he prepared to shoot. `Here cums mah baby-juice, shootin' right up yo' lily white ass, boy!'
I felt his cum shoot right up me. Meanwhile another marine had shoved his cock in my mouth, and had started to cum almost immediately, so I was being fed marine spunk at both ends at the same time.
Finally my brother and I were unstrapped from the rape table, and the officer took us back to the outer room to await the British soldiers who were taking us back to our hut for the night.
`That was just a taster, boys' said the officer. `Next time you'll be here for a whole day, and raped by marines from 9 till 5. We gotta break you in gradually -- some of our boys are real big!'
The British soldiers arrived and we were taken back to our hut for the night. The first full day of my life at this army base hand ended, and all I had been fed was army spunk, piss and dog-food contaminated with cum. Was this all my life was to consist of from now on?
I fell asleep on the hay almost immediately, wondering what soldier and marine cocks I'd have to service tomorrow.
... to be continued.
Army Property - Part 5
(Please note that all my stories feature adults over the age of consent, which may vary from country to country. I do not write stories featuring those legally considered to be minors.)
Two months had passed since I and my fellow peace protestors had been captured by soldiers when we invaded a military base in East Anglia. I had first been orally raped by two British Royal Military Policemen, and kept in a hut and fed only dog-food contaminated with soldiers' spunk, and given only soldier piss to lap up out of another dog bowl.
Every morning I and my fellow protestors had to each suck off 100 soldiers on the parade ground, as they stood to attention in full uniform in front of their commanding officers. We each had two ranks of 50 soldiers to suck off daily. After a week I was placed in a wooden cubicle with just a seat and three glory holes, one each side of me and one in front of me. Soldiers would put their cocks thru whenever they wanted to be sucked off, or when they wanted a piss. I had to correctly identify who they were by the taste and smell of their pricks, their cum and their piss. They were all from the 100 soldiers I'd sucked off on the parade ground in the past week.
If I failed to identify a soldier correctly, I was punished by being made to lick clean the boots of 50 soldiers after they'd been on a cross-country run, and also lick their sweaty arses, some of which were none too clean. I soon learnt to identify every soldier correctly.
At night I'd be taken back to the hut where we male captives where chained up like dogs, to sleep on a pile of hay.
By now I had sucked off 900 different soldiers on the parade ground. I knew all their names just by the taste and smell of their cocks, spunk and piss. I could now recognize them better this way than by their faces. I still had another 1100 soldiers to suck off and memorize, plus all the new recruits. And this didn't include the 5,000 U.S. Marines on the base.
Every other day I'd be taken to one of their Rape Rooms on the base, along with the other captives, and we'd be strapped to rape tables and gang raped by the young marines in full uniform. Often two at a time would rape us, one up the `ass' and the other feeding his delicious Marine cum into our mouths.
Yesterday I was raped by four beautiful young U.S. Marines at the same time. They put me on the double-rape rack designed so that two Marine cocks could penetrate my ass at the same time, whilst I sucked off two more Marine cocks. The spunk flowed up my ass and down my throat in rivers of lust, whilst the commanding officer shouted:
`That's right, fill him up with U.S. Marine spunk, boys! Keep pumpin' him full of Marine jizz till he smells like a spunky U.S. Marine himself!' God it was so erotic, and the officer was right. These U.S. Marines DID smell spunky!
I was now used to this way of life. From being a pacifist who detested the military and all it stood for, I was still a pacifist, but one who now worshiped the big butch real men in the British Army and the United States Marine Corps.
All we were ever given to eat and drink either came out of a soldier's cock, or had been contaminated by something which came out of their cocks. And I loved it. I was in Heaven amid all this filth!
One day some cadets were brought to the base for a day's training. They were all teenagers, looking very handsome in their cadet uniforms. In the afternoon I and my fellow captives were taken into a big hall on the base, filled with soldiers and U.S. Marines sitting in chairs. There were 20 of us male captives, and we were led by our chains on to the stage, at the back of which had been placed a huge banner reading:
`CADET TASTING COMPETITION'
The commanding officer then opened the proceedings.
`Now place your bets, men,' he said addressing the soldiers and marines in the audience, `Which captive can drink the most cadet spunk, that's one bet. The other bet is which cadet will be voted as having the tastiest cum by the captives?'
The cadets were led on, all 60 of them, each carrying a card with a number on it. After all the bets were placed, we were made to kneel in front of the first rank of 20 cadets. They were then told to take their cocks out, and we had to suck them off.
My first cadet had flaxen blond hair showing beneath his cadet cap. His beautiful smooth cock slid into my mouth and the taste of his young cock and sweet pre-cum almost made me shoot in my pants. It didn't take long for him to start moaning:
`Oh, sir, sir -- I'm going to cum! I'm going to spunk in this prisoner's mouth, sir? Is that OK? I can't stop myself, sir.'
`That's perfectly all right, son,' said the commanding officer on stage, `These prisoners are fed soldier spunk every day of their miserable lives. Just relax and enjoy as you feed him your young milk.'
`Oh, thank you sir,' said the cadet, as his tasty cock grew very stiff in my mouth and I felt the cockhead swell up. I put my tongue right up against his piss slit just as it started to spurt thick, honey-sweet teenage spunk into my mouth and all over my tongue. `I'm cummin^�. I'm feeding' the prisoner my spunk, sir!' said the cadet, as he filled my mouth to overflowing. I swallowed and swallowed, but still he kept spunking in my mouth.
`Oh, this is disgusting, sir!' said the cadet, `He's drinking all my spunk. He can't get enough of it! How depraved can you get, sir?'
`Oh that's nothing, he drinks piss as well,' said the officer, `Look how greedily he's guzzling your cum, boy! We've turned him into a cum-crazed slave. He has to have his fix of at least 200 loads of soldier or marine spunk to drink every day.'
`Oh God, this is sheer filth!' said the cadet, as he shot another spurt of his delicious cum down my throat. He looked down at me and said: `You're disgusting, drinking my big spunky load like that! You love teenage sperm, don't you? You filthy perverted little queer!' He then spat in my face, and as he zipped up and moved away, the next cadet from the rank behind stepped forward.
This one had dark hair showing beneath his cap, and as he unzipped his fly my head was already dizzy from the spunky smell of his teenage body.
`Permission to feed prisoner, sir!' he said as he took his cock out and pointed it at my open mouth.
`Go ahead, son,' said the officer, `He's gagging for it.'
The smell and taste of this cadet's cock was something else. His whole body seemed to reek of spunk! I couldn't wait to taste his load. It wasn't long before I was rewarded with 10 hot mouthfuls of delicious cadet cream, and it tasted every bit as good as he smelt!
`Like the taste of my load, do you?' asked the cadet, `Drink it all down. You'll be dreaming of my tasty load for the rest of your life. It's not for nothing I'm called Tasty-load Taylor!'
I had to admit his spunk was the tastiest I had ever sampled, and indeed he went on to win the Tastiest Cadet competition, voted top by 18 out of the 20 of us prisoners.
We worked our way thru all 60 cadets, but although there were 20 of us we got more than 3 cadets each. These were young lads in their sexual prime, and each one was able to cum over and over again. During the next two hours I sucked off 23 different cadets, and swallowed all their loads. I didn't win the title of greediest cum drinker, though.
The Cum Drinkin' Champion this afternoon was my brother. They'd really broken him and turned him into a cum-drinking slut. He guzzled down 32 loads of cadet spunk in two hours and was till gagging for more when the competition finished. He had to be taken backstage and fed more cadet spunk off-stage to stop him screaming for more cum!
He then was given a special t-shirt to wear; the slogan on it read: `Cadet Cum Drinking Champion -- 60 loads.' He'd sucked off the other 28 cadets backstage. Lucky bugger, wish I could have managed it, but I just had to have a rest. After the 100 soldiers I'd already sucked off on the parade ground that morning, I just couldn't manage more than 23 cadets. Their spunk was so thick and sweet -- and rich food didn't agree with my stomach!
Of course an hour later I was wishing I could have sucked off the other 37 cadets as well, but I'm sure they'll be back, or another cadet troop will visit the base next month for tasting.
Cadet Tasty-load Taylor was given a special medal depicting a cum-spurting cock, complete with spunk in white enamel shooting into an open mouth. The medal was inscribed: `Tastiest Cadet -- Cdt Tasty-load Taylor'.
I slept well that night, with my rich cadet food inside me. Nothing like the tasty orgasms of 23 teenage boys to make you feel well-fed and go to sleep happy and contented. I was almost purring like the cat which got the cream. My brother, on the other side of the hut, must have been reliving his experience in his dreams, as he kept shouting out:
`Delicious cum, mate -- more please! More cadet spunk! More, more -- please feed me more cadet sperm!'
What had the Army done to us? We were cum junkies and sex slaves, truly Army Property. And we all loved it!
End.
(Please note that all my stories feature adults over the age of consent, which may vary from country to country. I do not write stories featuring those legally considered to be minors.)
Two months had passed since I and my fellow peace protestors had been captured by soldiers when we invaded a military base in East Anglia. I had first been orally raped by two British Royal Military Policemen, and kept in a hut and fed only dog-food contaminated with soldiers' spunk, and given only soldier piss to lap up out of another dog bowl.
Every morning I and my fellow protestors had to each suck off 100 soldiers on the parade ground, as they stood to attention in full uniform in front of their commanding officers. We each had two ranks of 50 soldiers to suck off daily. After a week I was placed in a wooden cubicle with just a seat and three glory holes, one each side of me and one in front of me. Soldiers would put their cocks thru whenever they wanted to be sucked off, or when they wanted a piss. I had to correctly identify who they were by the taste and smell of their pricks, their cum and their piss. They were all from the 100 soldiers I'd sucked off on the parade ground in the past week.
If I failed to identify a soldier correctly, I was punished by being made to lick clean the boots of 50 soldiers after they'd been on a cross-country run, and also lick their sweaty arses, some of which were none too clean. I soon learnt to identify every soldier correctly.
At night I'd be taken back to the hut where we male captives where chained up like dogs, to sleep on a pile of hay.
By now I had sucked off 900 different soldiers on the parade ground. I knew all their names just by the taste and smell of their cocks, spunk and piss. I could now recognize them better this way than by their faces. I still had another 1100 soldiers to suck off and memorize, plus all the new recruits. And this didn't include the 5,000 U.S. Marines on the base.
Every other day I'd be taken to one of their Rape Rooms on the base, along with the other captives, and we'd be strapped to rape tables and gang raped by the young marines in full uniform. Often two at a time would rape us, one up the `ass' and the other feeding his delicious Marine cum into our mouths.
Yesterday I was raped by four beautiful young U.S. Marines at the same time. They put me on the double-rape rack designed so that two Marine cocks could penetrate my ass at the same time, whilst I sucked off two more Marine cocks. The spunk flowed up my ass and down my throat in rivers of lust, whilst the commanding officer shouted:
`That's right, fill him up with U.S. Marine spunk, boys! Keep pumpin' him full of Marine jizz till he smells like a spunky U.S. Marine himself!' God it was so erotic, and the officer was right. These U.S. Marines DID smell spunky!
I was now used to this way of life. From being a pacifist who detested the military and all it stood for, I was still a pacifist, but one who now worshiped the big butch real men in the British Army and the United States Marine Corps.
All we were ever given to eat and drink either came out of a soldier's cock, or had been contaminated by something which came out of their cocks. And I loved it. I was in Heaven amid all this filth!
One day some cadets were brought to the base for a day's training. They were all teenagers, looking very handsome in their cadet uniforms. In the afternoon I and my fellow captives were taken into a big hall on the base, filled with soldiers and U.S. Marines sitting in chairs. There were 20 of us male captives, and we were led by our chains on to the stage, at the back of which had been placed a huge banner reading:
`CADET TASTING COMPETITION'
The commanding officer then opened the proceedings.
`Now place your bets, men,' he said addressing the soldiers and marines in the audience, `Which captive can drink the most cadet spunk, that's one bet. The other bet is which cadet will be voted as having the tastiest cum by the captives?'
The cadets were led on, all 60 of them, each carrying a card with a number on it. After all the bets were placed, we were made to kneel in front of the first rank of 20 cadets. They were then told to take their cocks out, and we had to suck them off.
My first cadet had flaxen blond hair showing beneath his cadet cap. His beautiful smooth cock slid into my mouth and the taste of his young cock and sweet pre-cum almost made me shoot in my pants. It didn't take long for him to start moaning:
`Oh, sir, sir -- I'm going to cum! I'm going to spunk in this prisoner's mouth, sir? Is that OK? I can't stop myself, sir.'
`That's perfectly all right, son,' said the commanding officer on stage, `These prisoners are fed soldier spunk every day of their miserable lives. Just relax and enjoy as you feed him your young milk.'
`Oh, thank you sir,' said the cadet, as his tasty cock grew very stiff in my mouth and I felt the cockhead swell up. I put my tongue right up against his piss slit just as it started to spurt thick, honey-sweet teenage spunk into my mouth and all over my tongue. `I'm cummin^�. I'm feeding' the prisoner my spunk, sir!' said the cadet, as he filled my mouth to overflowing. I swallowed and swallowed, but still he kept spunking in my mouth.
`Oh, this is disgusting, sir!' said the cadet, `He's drinking all my spunk. He can't get enough of it! How depraved can you get, sir?'
`Oh that's nothing, he drinks piss as well,' said the officer, `Look how greedily he's guzzling your cum, boy! We've turned him into a cum-crazed slave. He has to have his fix of at least 200 loads of soldier or marine spunk to drink every day.'
`Oh God, this is sheer filth!' said the cadet, as he shot another spurt of his delicious cum down my throat. He looked down at me and said: `You're disgusting, drinking my big spunky load like that! You love teenage sperm, don't you? You filthy perverted little queer!' He then spat in my face, and as he zipped up and moved away, the next cadet from the rank behind stepped forward.
This one had dark hair showing beneath his cap, and as he unzipped his fly my head was already dizzy from the spunky smell of his teenage body.
`Permission to feed prisoner, sir!' he said as he took his cock out and pointed it at my open mouth.
`Go ahead, son,' said the officer, `He's gagging for it.'
The smell and taste of this cadet's cock was something else. His whole body seemed to reek of spunk! I couldn't wait to taste his load. It wasn't long before I was rewarded with 10 hot mouthfuls of delicious cadet cream, and it tasted every bit as good as he smelt!
`Like the taste of my load, do you?' asked the cadet, `Drink it all down. You'll be dreaming of my tasty load for the rest of your life. It's not for nothing I'm called Tasty-load Taylor!'
I had to admit his spunk was the tastiest I had ever sampled, and indeed he went on to win the Tastiest Cadet competition, voted top by 18 out of the 20 of us prisoners.
We worked our way thru all 60 cadets, but although there were 20 of us we got more than 3 cadets each. These were young lads in their sexual prime, and each one was able to cum over and over again. During the next two hours I sucked off 23 different cadets, and swallowed all their loads. I didn't win the title of greediest cum drinker, though.
The Cum Drinkin' Champion this afternoon was my brother. They'd really broken him and turned him into a cum-drinking slut. He guzzled down 32 loads of cadet spunk in two hours and was till gagging for more when the competition finished. He had to be taken backstage and fed more cadet spunk off-stage to stop him screaming for more cum!
He then was given a special t-shirt to wear; the slogan on it read: `Cadet Cum Drinking Champion -- 60 loads.' He'd sucked off the other 28 cadets backstage. Lucky bugger, wish I could have managed it, but I just had to have a rest. After the 100 soldiers I'd already sucked off on the parade ground that morning, I just couldn't manage more than 23 cadets. Their spunk was so thick and sweet -- and rich food didn't agree with my stomach!
Of course an hour later I was wishing I could have sucked off the other 37 cadets as well, but I'm sure they'll be back, or another cadet troop will visit the base next month for tasting.
Cadet Tasty-load Taylor was given a special medal depicting a cum-spurting cock, complete with spunk in white enamel shooting into an open mouth. The medal was inscribed: `Tastiest Cadet -- Cdt Tasty-load Taylor'.
I slept well that night, with my rich cadet food inside me. Nothing like the tasty orgasms of 23 teenage boys to make you feel well-fed and go to sleep happy and contented. I was almost purring like the cat which got the cream. My brother, on the other side of the hut, must have been reliving his experience in his dreams, as he kept shouting out:
`Delicious cum, mate -- more please! More cadet spunk! More, more -- please feed me more cadet sperm!'
What had the Army done to us? We were cum junkies and sex slaves, truly Army Property. And we all loved it!
End.