EMPIRES


Tap...Tap...Tap....

The sound echoed down the darkened hallway.  

Tap...Tap...Tap....

As the noise advanced, the young recruits fidegted nervously. They all
knew what was coming down that hallway.  They all knew that this was the
beginning of the end.  

Tap...Tap....

Hearts froze as the Sergeant emerged into the bright daylight. Standing
before them was the meanest, toughest Drill Sergeant ever to be known in
Training Camp.  The brim of his large hat rested just above his muzzle,
shadowing his pierceing gold eyes.  He stood solidly, slowing looking
over the raw recruits standing before him.  The hate and disgust
eminating from his massive frame had an infectious effect on the recuits
as they each tried to look as proper as possible in the blaring midday
heat.  The Sergeant crisply walked over to the first recruit in the
first row, moving to within only inches of his face.  The Sergeant's
reddish-brown fur glistened in the sunlight as he stared directly into
the recruit's eyes.  Slowly, the Sergeant reached into his shirt pocket
and pulled out a short, fat cigar; sticking it into the side of his
mouth.  He then reached back into his pocket and pulled out a stick
match, all the while never letting his eyes waver from the recruit.
Then with a quick motion, h e flicked the matched against the recruit's
shoulder, igniting it.  The Sergeant lite his cigar as the recruit
standing before him promptly fainted away.

That was our first few moments of Training Camp.  The days to follow
were punctuated only by the number of times our hearts stopped and the
many prayers that went unanswered.  The Sergeant, truly the ugliest fox
I had ever seen, rarely spoke, and never more than one word if he did.
Just the fact that you had done something to bring yourself to his
attention was enough to make any recruit crumble.  He pushed us long and
hard.  Always demanding more with just a glance.  Always pushing harder
with just a look in his eyes.  And we pushed.  And we trained.  And we
marched.  Endlessly.

It was 2:35 in the morning.  I was on guard duty for the sleeping
quarters, which meant I was to watch over everyone else while they
slept.  It was a training thing.  Teach us how to deal with the lack of
sleep while on a boring guard duty.  I made my rounds like clockwork,
walking up and down the many rows of sleeping recruits. Each time I
passed my empty bunk, I could feel the aching need in my tired bones
grow stronger.  Finally, I sat on the edge of my bed, laying my rifle
across the top of it to insure I didn't accidently fall asleep.  I sat
there, breathing deeply, building my energy as I rested.  It was then
that I noticed Fran.  He was the recruit who slept next to me.  He was
laying on back fast asleep.  The moonlight shining through the small
windows gave his fur a ghostly appearence.  It also highlighted the fact
that he had an erection. An old feeling began to burn between my legs.
How long had it been? As I sat there staring at the lump beneath his
blankets, I found myself slowly reaching for the lump in my pants.  But
this was no place to be caught.  I quickly got up and walked into the
latrine.  I stepped up to one of the stalls and undid the buckle of my
pants.  Struggling with the buttons, I finally managed to release the
pressure on my groin.  My sheath was already hard and the red tip of my
cock was staring out at me.  I began to slowly rake my claws down it's
length, pausing briefly to massage my ripened balls.  My legs began to
tense as the sw elling of my cock pushed it out of it's sheath.

I held it fimly in my paw, stroking it, letting the bulb build and slide
out.  Ripples of escatsy shivered though my body as I let my pants fall
to the floor.  My scent filled the air, enticing me on.  It was too late
when I heard the breathing behind me.  Frozen, worried that I had been
caught by one of the other recruits, I slowly turned to show my
embaresment.  But it wasn't one of the other recruits, it was the
Sergeant!! Standing there in his full glory, staring down the ridge of
his muzzle at me. I tried to pull my cock back in, but the bulb was
still fully hard, holding it firmly in place, so all I could do was
stand there, trembling.  The Sergeant didn't move, didn't blink, or say
a word.  I wondered what he would do to me. The ever-present cigar
shifted in his mouth slightly and he spoke,

"You seem to have a problem there recruit." He said, nodding slightly at
my hard cock.  I looked down slowly, then back up.  

"Yes Sir." 

"What do you plan to do with that?" He asked.  I could not answer.  I
could only widen my eyes at my loss of words.  

"Damn recruits.  Gotta teach 'em everything." He said disgruntled.  Then
he stepped up to me.  He looked me up and down once.  Then with a flash,
his left paw appeared, grabbing me by my throat, just under my chin.  I
could feel his long claws slowly digging into the sides of my neck as
his powerful arm began to lift me of of the ground.  

"Strip." He ordered.  

I hung there at the end of his arm, afraid to even blink.  

"I said STRIP!" He commanded, and then he ripped his right claws down my
back, tearing my shirt completely off of my body.  I quickly began to
remove the leftover shreds of my shirt and my under garments.  He then
lowered me slowly to the floor.  I stood before him, naked and
quivering, but still my cock remained exposed.  I could almost swear
that a slight smile crept across his face has he undid his buckle and
pants, but my eyes did not stay on his face long.  There before me was
the largest cock I had ever seen.  The blue and red veins outlined his
throbbing member, encircling it, tring to supply it with enough blood to
expand it to its fullest.  And at the bottom was a bulb as large as my
fist. I slowly began to look back up at him, but his massive paws
reached out and spun me, making me face away from him.  Then he slammed
me up against the stall.  He held me by the back of the neck with one
paw while he tried to guide his huge member into my ass with the other.
I felt the tip o f it pushing against my hole. It felt as though my
flesh was ripping away as he forced the tip of it into me.  Then, he
slammed forward, forcing his entire cock into my ass and knocking the
wind out of me.  He leaned over my shoulder and I could smell the rank
scent of old cigar smoke on his breath.

"Nice huh?" He grunted.  I could only answer in short whimpers as I
tried to get my breath back.  But he didn't give me the chance. He
leaned his weight against me, crushing me against the stall, and pounded
furiously.  I felt as though I was going to split in half.  Every thrust
filled me beyound my limits, as his huge bulb beat against my balls.  My
feet kept leaving the ground, and only his firm grip on my neck held me
in place.  My cock was smashed up against the cold porcelin of the
stall, but I could feel the droplets of pre-come dripping out of it.
Then he stopped, and took a firm grip on my shoulder with both of his
paws.  I barely had the time to wonder when he suddenly thrusted his
cock hard and deep, forcing the bulb into my ass.  My body locked up,
and my mind went blank.  The only sensation I could feel was his huge
bulb in me.  Then he began to come.  He raked his claws down my back as
his hot fluids began to fill me.  I could also feel the warmth of my own
come dripping down the front of my legs.  It seemed an eturnity as he
filled me up more and more.  I lost track of the number of times that I
came, and soon everything faded into blackness as my senses overwhelmed
me.

I awoke on the cold floor of the latrine laying in a puddle of come, it
was still freely flowing out of my ravaged ass as I tried to regain some
sort of reality.  I knew I could not take a shower without waking the
other recuits so I set to licking my fur clean. The musky sweet taste of
the Sergeant's come filled my mind.  It was a chore I was all too happy
to preform.  I finally finished cleaning myself and then slowly walked
back into the bay.  I wondered if anyone had heard us, but it looked as
though they were all still asleep.  I opened my locker and got out a new
uniform. It was then that I noticed the time.  It was already 5 minutes
to 6! Only five minutes until the morning call! I hurried myself into
posistion as the trumpets sounded, waking the other recruits.  I could
hardly wait until we assembled and the Sergeant greeted us that morning.
I wonder if he'll say anything...probably not, but I do have guard duty
next Friday again.  You never know.

EMPIRES (c) 1991 Chris Grant.