General Discharge By Happenstance WARNING: If you are offended by verbal descriptions of gay male sex; this story is not for you. Stop reading now. If under the laws of your locality this type of activity is proscribed, stop reading now. If you are under the age of 18 (or whatever is the age of consent in your jurisdiction), stop reading now. Anyone not falling into one of the above categories, enjoy. Technically, this story is a fantasy and any resemblance to any one living or dead is purely coincidental. Any resemblance to actual experiences in my own life is my business. Copyright (c) 1997 by Happenstance. All rights reserved. You may download this story to keep on your computer, or print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. It is however my story and I do not waive any copyrights. Any legal violations brought about by ignoring the Warning notice become your responsibility. GENERAL DISCHARGE We were all pissed off. I was mad because I had extra duty augmenting the SPs at the gate when I could have been in town getting some much-needed R and R. Bolt was mad because he'd been written up by one of the generals for lax security procedures the previous week. Thumper was mad cause he thought his girl friend was playing around on him. If the overall frustration level in the guard shack hadn't been so high, we might have avoided a lot of trouble. Although, who can say, maybe trouble would have found us anyway. When I got my extra duty assignment it was the last thing on a Friday. I had time to hit the barracks and grab some dinner before reporting to the guard shack. They had promised me Monday off to make up for it, but I had to cancel a date with a rodeo cowboy who wouldn't be in town until next summer so that wasn't much help. When I got to the shack I felt a little better, the NCO on duty was SSgt Mitch Liten, a guy I knew from the dorm. We called him Bolt. Everyone has a nickname in the barracks and they're usually pretty dopey. For example, Liten = Lightning = Bolt, get it? Anyway, Bolt was a foxy little bear with a hairy chest that begged you to run your teeth across it, and an insatiable appetite for having his fuzzy butt plugged. Something I had learned earlier to my extreme pleasure and surprise. I knew a little bit more about him. He had been a male stripper before coming into the service; was really committed to his job as a cop, the fulfillment of a childhood dream, and considered himself straight as an arrow. Oh, I know the hungry ass and straight identity thing seemed like an odd match, but he really did like girls and as long as I got to pump a couple of dozen loads up that tight cop butt, I wasn't going to argue with him. My enthusiasm was dampened a bit when I saw the my other companion for the eight hour shift, Airman First Class Peter Keppleman or Thumper as he was know around the barracks, for reasons I was unaware of. Normally Thumper would have had my undivided attention because he was total eye candy. He was six four and built like a lumberjack, not particularly cut but powerful. He had a high and tight, wonderful blond body hair, and a mustache that was much thicker than any nineteen-year-old deserved. In short he was the sum of every knuckle dragging, apeman-fucking fantasy I've ever had. But he was such a whiner. We'd all had to listen for weeks about how he was sure his girl friend was fucking around on him, over and over. He was like a ten year old in a killer's body and by the time you'd listened to him for ten minutes you were ready to stuff your dick in his mouth, but only to shut him up. I felt sorry for Bolt after he explained to me that the reason for us Intel guys having to fill in with the SPs was because some hot shot newly promoted General had written him up. The guy had driven through gate with out a sticker, but since Bolt had recognized him, he'd hadn't stopped the officer as a courtesy. The motherfucker had written Bolt up for not checking his ID, and now there was an extra person on his shift to check IDs. So I'd missed a night off, but Bolt had gotten a letter of reprimand. As we were discussing our various woes, Thumper chimed in about how he was sure his girlfriend was running around on him. It was going to be a long night. About a two in the morning something happened to liven things up. A girl, looking about seventeen came up to the guard shack. Thumper was taking his break, so I asked her what she needed. She said her boyfriend had passed out in his car, and asked if she could call her Dad to come and get her. Bolt was all business and told her that after we'd checked out her boyfriend we'd take her home. He called Thumper back from his break to keep an eye on the girl and he and I headed over to check on the boyfriend. Something should have clicked when I saw Thumper's mouth go tight as he gritted her, but I was concentrating on what we'd have to do if this "boyfriend" got rowdy. The Air Force is totally down on any sort of alcohol related incident, and if this girl was underage, I didn't want to be in her boyfriend's shoes. The car was a Mercedes with a base sticker. The guy was in the service, so he was in a world of trouble. Bolt just started laughing out loud, in a truly scary way. "What's the deal Bolt man?" I asked, puzzled by his reaction. "Check out the window decal, I know this car, dude." He kept laughing. "Yesss. There is a god." "It's a general's decal. It can't be!" "Oh, yes it is. This is perfect: drunk, stepping out on his wife and kids, and with an underage girl. I've got the bastard. He's going to be sorry he ever met me." I walked up to the driver's side of the car. Sure enough, sleeping like a baby was newly promoted Brigadier General Blaine Briarose. For those of you who haven't had the privilege of serving in our proud Air Force, we have a little memory device to help us remember which rank of general goes with which number of stars. It goes "Be My Little General", the B stands for Brigadier General, or a one star. That's the lowest rank of general, but it was still miles above what Bolt or I would ever see. Briarose was a piece of work. At a boyish forty something, he was one of the youngest generals ever and looked even younger. He was very handsome with delicate features and sparkling blue eyes that you knew just lit up when he smiled. He had golden blond hair and a small but masculine build. He was in short, the very model of a modern general, a poster boy for the Air Force. Except for one small thing, he was as mean as a snake. No one that I had talked to, who had ever met the man, liked him. I'd heard he was supposed to be brilliant, and insightful, and a real jerk. There were going to be some interesting reactions when this got out. The golden boy was about to take a fall, and nobody had pushed him. He'd jumped. We were very near the end of our shift, so Bolt got on the walkie-talkie and told his relief to go ahead and take over at the guard shack, that we were going over to the main offices and write up our reports. He didn't mention Briarose, but I'm pretty sure that he wanted to sew the case up before he told an one. He took lots of pictures with a digital camera of the scene and of Briarose sleeping it off. "You drive his car back to the station, We'll breath test him there. I want this documented till it's air tight. I'm taking this boy down." Then he called Thumper and told him to meet us at the station with the girl, after he was relieved on post. When we got back to the station, we were the only ones there. It stayed closed after hours except during shift change. When Thumper got in it was obvious he and the girl had been arguing. They both shut up around Bolt and me, so we threw Briarose in the holding cell and told Thumper to watch him while we took her home. It seemed like the best idea at the time, besides that gave Bolt a chance to ID her and get a statement. She was indeed underage, and she was the daughter of one of the senior Colonels on the base. She also admitted that they'd had sex. I could tell as she signed the statement just before we dropped her off that Bolt felt like he'd hit the jackpot. I could almost smell Briarose's balls roasting over hot coals. Nothing could go wrong. Right. We heard the screaming the minute we stepped in the door at the station. One voice shrieking in agony, "You bastard, you'll go to Leavenworth for this! I'll have you shot. Stop it! You fucking enlisted faggot, you're splitting me open! You'll pay for this!" My money was on it being the BG. The other voice was clearly Thumper's. "I'll teach you to fuck with my girl, dick weed. Hot shot officer scum bag, you're going to pay right now." In one moment it was all too clear what had happened. Bolt and I exchanged looks that communicated that we both knew how badly fucked we were. We'd be joining Thumper in Leavenworth if we didn't think up something and fast. We raced into the cellblock only to have our worst fears confirmed. There was Thumper with his uniform pants around his boot tops, shoving what can only be described as a small tree trunk up Briarose's exposed butt. The general was face down on a bunk with his hands and feet handcuffed in place, and a look of pure agony etched into his face. Bolt and I exchanged glances again, who would have thought that Thumper, the straight boy, would have gotten the idea to cornhole the general? And I think we were both real surprised at how over equipped Thumper was for the job. Why the hell was his girl friend cheating on him when she could have THAT. Now I knew why he was called Thumper. Even I had to sympathize with Briariose for a minute. From what I could see, getting fisted up his virgin ass would have hurt less. "For Chrissake, Thumper what the hell are you doing?" Bolt exploded, then looked kind of sheepish when he realized how stupid that sounded. "We had the bastard, you idiot. He was going to be doing time. Drunk, adultery, statutory rape, I could have gotten him to resist arrest, he'd have been busted and gone to jail. Shit, we would have even gotten to knock him around a little." Thumper paused in his efforts, with more of his cock still waiting to be pounded through Briarose's sphincter than I have altogether. The boy was huge. He seemed confused but wasn't about to admit he'd fucked up. Briarose took advantage of the respite to bark out, "The only ones going to prison, Sergeant, are you and your two buddies. They'll throw away the key. And you'll get plenty of this type of action in Leavenworth, hope you've had your shots. Now let me the fuck up." He had a vicious snarl to his voice, partly due to the fact that he was obviously still smashed, partly due to having something the size of an arm crammed halfway up his colon, and partly, no doubt, due to the his just being a total and complete prick. I looked over at Bolt, baffled, this one second stretching out for an eternity as my future hung in the balance. He got the strangest grin on his face, all evil and slutty, walked over to Briarose and held his hand over the general's mouth. "I don't think that's what's going to happen. No, not at all. And I think you better be a very good boy. Because a lot could happen to a bad boy before we take those handcuffs off--" He squeezed Briarose's face tightly, "if we take them off. And a lot more could happen before you walk out of here, if you ever walk out of here." He smiled as some realization flew across the general's face that he was at our mercy, at least for now. Thumper watched with his dick still halfway in, not sure what Bolt was getting at. I figured in for a penny, in for a pound. If I was going to spend the next fifty years as some convict's butt buddy, I was going to fuck some general ass myself before the night was over. "You're threatening my life." Briarose managed to whimper, through the cop's fingers. "We're changing your life, boy. Get used to it, cause there's no going back." Bolt whispered in his ear intimately, like a lover, or a killer. I was amazed, Bolt was coming on like a menacing sexual predator, definitely not the furry little ass pig I knew from the barracks. Bolt kept up his stream of abuse, ordering Thumper to "Get back to work!" "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Writing me up to piss me off and get my attention. Screwing around with Thumper's girl friend. Making sure we'd catch you by showing up drunk at the guard shack. You may not even know it yet, but somewhere down inside you've been begging for this. And now, it's Christmas eve and I'm fuckin' Santa Claus." About that time Thumper gave a particularly sharp lunge and got the last of his dick into Briarose, curlies to curlies as they say. "And that's your present coming up the chimney." Briarose looked absolutely terrified, sure he was at the hands of lunatic. Bolt had his dick out of his pants and was rubbing it across the general's lips slowly, leaving glistening trails. I just stood there, not sure what to do, but so turned on my teeth ached. Maybe it was the fear, or seeing Bolt suddenly morph into the total top man. "Now, you're going to take care of my friend here, like a good puppy. If you use any teeth, you lose 'em." "God, please don't make me. I'm not a cock sucker. I can't do that," Briarose blubbered, shaking in his chains from Thumper's slow assault. I was surprised to see that Thumper had eased off. He had a thoughtful look on his face (another surprise) and was taking it almost gently, moving his piece in and out of the general's ass excruciatingly slowly. "God, you whine like a little girl. Don't lie to me and don't lie to yourself. This is what you've always wanted, down deep. That why you ended up here. You know you need it. You deserve it. You were asking to be punished like a bad little boy. I know a dick pig when I see one. Well, practice makes perfect and you are going to get a lot of practice. I guess I'll have to go first." He pried the general's mouth open with his thumb and worked it around Briarose's mouth. "Suck my thumb, puppy. Show Daddy you're a good boy." Then he slapped the "puppy" hard with the other hand. Briarose went to work aggressively on the thumb and the fingers that followed. Bolt's uncut dick was drooling all over the general's lips and finally as the Sergeant removed his fingers, Briarose just opened wide. Bolt shot his hips forward and just let his fat rod sit in the other man's mouth, resting on his tongue. "Oh yeah, you're going to be a good doggy after all." He took his cock in his hand and moved it around inside the general's open mouth. Briarose looked like a kid eating spinach for the first time. Bolt smacked him again, more gently. "Time to get busy. Suck Daddy's dick. Eat your bone, doggy." Slowly, like it was as bad as eating live coals, Briarose started an inept attempt at a blowjob. Straight guys are always so pathetic with their first dick, like they don't have one of their own, for god's sake. A couple of more warning smacks from Bolt and his enthusiasm picked up. His technique was still lousy, but he was pistoning like a madman. Bolt grabbed me by the belt and pulled me over. "Keep this hole busy, buddy. I've got to go get some toys from my car. If he fucks up, let him have it. He's got learn his new position in the chain of command." Bolt's laughter at his own pun, sounded so twisted it even made me a little nervous. Where were we going with this? Still I could have poked my erection through a brick wall, I was so turned on by the scene. I let my hormones lead me and shoved my cock brutally into the general's mouth. "Start eating, pig." I snarled to get into the spirit of things. I realized Thumper hadn't said a word since Bolt had taken charge. He was still working that monster in and out of Briarose, watching me, with sweat beading up on his face. He had the faintest trace of a smile, like he'd discovered a new flavor of ice cream. I could tell he'd been listening to Bolt, cause once in a while he'd pull all the way out and just pop the enormous head of his dick in and out of Briarose's distended ass ring with a cool sucking sound. When he'd do that the general would let out an unearthly howl and practically swallow my cock. It nearly made me bust a nut to see that smug superior face slobbering all over my enlisted meat. I held on to a couple of handfuls of the general's hair as I took him for a test drive. "You do a good job and I'll give you a big glob of cock snot to swallow," I grunted, trying to sound as much like SM movie dialogue as I could. I was pleased to see him shudder in response, or it might just have been Thumper popping the head of his dick back in that set it off. The sounds of Thumper's log forcing in and withdrawing left little to imagine about what Briarose's pussyhole was going through. If his officer ass had burst into flames I wouldn't have been surprised. It was at times like these that I knew why I wasn't a bottom. None of us (except the general) had time to strip so we were all fucking away with our uniforms more or less on. I thought it looked pretty hot actually. Just about that time, Bolt sauntered into the room, wearing nothing more than his boots, a leather harness, some black leather gloves, and an evil expression that didn't bode well for the general. He was carrying a big black doctor's bag. "Toy's," he announced slapping Briarose's butt, "You've been a bad boy, but Santa's brought you some fun toys anyway." The sight of Bolt, looking like a sex demon, was enough to send me over the edge. I splashed the general's tonsils, causing him to gag and sputter. Looking down at the face of authority with my spooge dripping out of his mouth was such turn on, I backed out and shot a couple of more times all over his face and hair. It was hard to tell what he was feeling most strongly: fear at what would come next, disgust and anger at the humiliation, or pain from Thumper's invasion of his rear flank. I think pain was still winning. Bolt took a squeeze bottle out of his bag and squirted a yellowish liquid all over Thumper's cock on an upswing. Thumper couldn't take his eyes off Bolt. He had no idea he was teamed up with two veteran faggots, but his education was just starting. I looked at the bottle in Bolt's hand. It said "Hungry Ass". He smiled, "Just a little something I picked up during a deployment in Thailand. We want to make sure our special guest is having a good time, too." Whatever it was it seemed to work like a champ. Both the general's and Thumper's eye lit up like Christmas lights. Briarose started keening, "No, no, noooooooooo" But he also started humping back on Thumper's thumper, and hard. "Fuck me, you enlisted piece of shit. Ride my ass. I don't know how you did this to me, but I've got to have it. Harder!" Thumper was moaning, too. "Hot ass. Never knew a guy's snatch could feel like this. I know it's gay, but I don't care. Gotta have that ass." He was pounding away like a demon. Fourteen or fifteen inches slammed repeatedly into the hog-tied general's hole, with enough force to rattle the bunk. As Bolt moved into position to start feeding Briarose his fat prong, he laughed, "Adapt, improvise, overcome. I did a tour in the Marines before I joined the Air Force, and one thing I learned, you got to have back-up plan." He had a small brown bottle in his hand, the opening covered with his thumb. He held it up snug to one of Briarose's right nostril and forced him to inhale a lung full. "Deep breaths, pussy boy. We got to get you ready for round two." The general managed to cough out around Bolt's gut stretcher, "Round two, what the fuck are you--? OOOOOOOOOhhhh, God!" Followed by something that sounded distinctly like "Glaawwwhhh," as Bolt sheathed his saber in the guy's gullet up to the balls. I thought Briarose's eyes were going to roll back in his head. Bolt just laughed and grabbed a handful of the general's perfectly cut hair, using it as a handle to maneuver his handsome face up and down the thick length of the cop's pud. The general looked much more interested in his task this time around. Bolt snorted, "Blaine, here, is going to be quite the little piggy, once we get him all broken in. He's a natural. Hey, Hap, reach in my bag, I think it's time we started getting some souvenirs of this special occasion." I found what he meant in the doctor's bag, an instant camera and lots of film. As much as I wanted to join in I thought documenting the action was more important. Bolt's plan was becoming more clear to me. I took careful pain to make sure that none of the two Airman's faces were in any of my shots but took plenty of the general looking like he was blissfully chowing down on tube steak, and riding the peg like trailer park hooker. The poor bastard was too fucked up from the poppers, the booze, and whatever Bolt had put up his ass to do anything other than stare lustfully into the camera. While this was going on Thumper had composed his own little song that he was singing under his breath as he excavated our prisoner's inner depths with jarring shoves. "Unh, unh, gonna fuck me some general pussy -- ooowww, yeah -- gonna fuck me some officer snatch -- gonna make this turkey walk bowlegged -- and that's a fact." While his rhyming ability lacked, his stamina was awe-inspiring. He'd already been pounding away for forty-five minutes by my count and showed no sign of slowing down. There was a real good chance the general would be walking bow legged for a while. Bolt flashed me that sleazy grin, "I think he's working up quite a thirst." I knew what he was getting at but figured he was just trying to scare the BG. "Thirsty boy?" he asked pulling his dick out of the frantically sucking mouth. Briarose's eyes had that same mad gleam. "Yessss," he hissed. "Yes, what?" Bolt taunted as his ran his cock head across the prisoner's face. The general tried to kiss it. "Yes, sir" he answered finally. Bolt nearly crowed, "I think we have a breakthrough. Now, are you going to swallow everything, boy? I don't want any mess on Uncle Sam's clean bunk." The general nodded, careful to not look up. Bolt expertly squeezed his dick in such a way as to make his erection go down, and then began to piss down Briaroses's throat. He moved back and forth, making the general work to keep slurping it down. I'd never seen anything like it. I was so stunned I forgot to take any more pictures. My pole, which was still hanging out of my pants, returned to full staff. I began jerking it frantically. Bolt turned to me and sighed, "A pig is born." Looking at Thumper pumping away and my own stiff rod, I figured that was an understatement. I reached for something else I'd seen in Bolt's toybag, a pair of wicked looking tit clamps. I'd never seen some of the things he had in there, when this was done we were going to have a little talk. I had intended to put them to use on our new friend, but was distracted by the way Bolt's nipples stood up out of his chest hair. Using both hands I clipped them in place at the same time and tugged on the connecting chain. They were the kind that tighten when you pull on them. "Oh, yeah, you know what daddy needs." Bolt moaned. "Work those babies -- there's another set in there for Briarose, see if you can find them." Thumper's eyes had gotten wide when I pulled out the nipple clamps. "You guys are fags," he announced as if it had hit him on the head like an apple. "Well, duh," Briarose spit out, along with Bolt's now empty spigot. "All your blood must be in that cock, because none of it gets anywhere near your brain." He gasped between thrusts. "Now get busy, I'm so close. It's never been like this, man. I'm afraid I'll blow a nut when I come. And you, Stance, find that other set of tit clamps." Bolt hauled off and slapped the BGs ass till it glowed. The leather glove looked very black against the white and red cheeks. "Now, is that how good boy's ask for favors? I thought you were a going to be a good boy. What do we say?" The general faced me but looked at my feet. Sweat was running in rivulets down his face. "Please, sir. Use my tits. I deserve it. I've disappointed Daddy." He looked at Bolt out of the corner of his eyes. "I'm ready for whatever punishment Daddy thinks is best. Please Daddy, your boy needs to cum." Bolt smiled at Thumper, "You getting there, Airman?" Thumper was biting his lips and using long slow strokes again. "Oh, yeah Staff Sergeant, I'm almost there. This is the hottest, tightest pussy I've ever had, even if it is fag shit." Briarose managed to get out, "Probably the only pussy you've ever had, dick boy," before Bolt offered up his recharged boner. The general started working it in long spiral motions up and down. His evening's practice was starting to show. Bolt put his hands on both sides of the BG's head, grabbing him by the ears in a painful looking manner. "You are so much hotter when your mouth is full of dick. I can tell you are going to need some heavy duty training to learn your place. Maybe at my Superbowl party next week. Would my doggy like to eat a whole roomful of unwashed enlisted cop dick?" I had attached the other set of tit clamps and gave them a sharp jerk just about that same moment. Either the pain or the thought of being a cock slave to the Security Police Squadron put him over, but Briarose practically spun around on Thumper's rod like something from the Exorcist. If the cuffs hadn't held him in place I don't know what would have happened. He shook and babbled and flung spit all over Bolt's crotch. After three or four minutes dancing on the bunk like a worm on a hot sidewalk, and shooting spunk all over himself, he collapsed in a panting mess. Thumper pulled out shortly after and for some unknown reason shot all over the general's butt cheeks. I think he'd seen too many porno films. I watched his syrupy spooge flow down into the general's crack. I still couldn't get over how scary that humungous crank of his looked. Bolt, of course went one better, he not only shot off in the BG's mouth, but finished me off (a first, he claimed straight guys didn't suck) and then dribbled my spooge from his mouth down into the general's. They kissed (another straight boy no-no) long and hard, sucking both loads back and forth. I figured that was the end of the evening's entertainment. The pictures I had taken which showed the BG more or less enthusiastically enjoying the attentions of a trio of stiffers would trump any claims of rape he might make. Of course, we would pretty much have to forget about turning him in as well. It seemed like a standoff, although I sure had a better time on guard shift than I'd expected. Briarose haughty demeanor was returning. "Let me go now, you boys have had your fun, and we don't have to tell anyone about this. Staff Sergeant, undo these cuffs, that's an order!" Bolt just laughed, "You still don't get it, do you? Wait a minute, the light will come on." The general lay there a little while as if considering what the cop had said. I saw his sticky cheeks start to twitch. He slowly began to rub his thighs back and forth together. His eyes grew wide. "What did you do to me. I--I-- Oh fucking hell, I need it again." He was starting to hump the bed slowly. Bolt grabbed his head and turned it to us. "You need what again, pussy boy?" I pulled on the tit clamps hanging from the general's chest. "I need you to fuck me again, sir." He practically sobbed. "I need it again. I need it now." He was practically keening. "Please." He was writhing in frustration. "Tell me what you need me to do, puppy. Be creative, Daddy wants to feel appreciated." "I need you to shove that thick cock up my ass-- up my pussy! Please sirs, one of you, all of you -- just fuck me. God, I'm no faggot, but I've got to have your big dick, pushing up inside me. It must have be that liquid you put up my ass." Thumper was looking at him in amazement. "You turned him queer!" "I told you I was going to change your life." Bolt told the BG. "I put you in touch with some feelings you probably didn't know you had, just a little voice in the back of your head whispering. But now that you've heard it once, it will never shut up again. I know you, you pompous prick. You are nothing but a pathetic cock pig. You've been asking for it for a long time. And now you know it, too. So ask nice if you want Daddy's dick pounding your scrawny officer butt, or Daddy just may kick your sorry ass out." He started to finger fuck the general's oozing hole. The prisoner rotated his hips and kissed Bolt's fingers with his ass lips. He wanted it bad. "Thank you, sir. Get me ready for your dick. Fuck your boy, sir" He continued to pant and fuck himself on Bolt's fingers. "I think it's Hap's turn first. You and Thumper get the rest of your clothes off and let's get busy. I think I'll even make our guest more comfortable." As the two of us undressed he released Briarose's ankles from the cuffs. The general started to stand but Bolt pushed him roughly to the floor. "Bag doggy, doggies belong on all fours! Why don't you get over here and show Staff Sergeant Stance how much you want his chubby stretching your snatch?" He kicked the general in the butt. "Move it, dog boy. When your masters speak, you listen." Within moments I was leaning back on the bunk receiving a pretty credible blow job. He was definitely improving with practice. Looked like he was starting to take a little pride in his work, or maybe he realized that, after coming twice, he was going to have to put in a little effort if he wanted my cock knocking at his prostate. It was almost as much of a turn-on watching Thumper strip out of his uniform. He did this blushing virgin thing, which at six foot whatever and over 250 pounds was pretty comical. His cock was not bashful however, it stood, huge and proud, practically demanding worship. Bolt pulled the Airman over to the bunk by the hips. Thumper moved cautiously, afraid of this "fag shit" but also afraid his monstrous billyclub was gonna miss out on some major lip work. "I can't let you blow me, Sarge, you're my superior." Thumper blurted out. What a time to find your military bearing. "Didn't stop you from reaming the general till his cunt smoked." "Yeah, but he's a major dick-head. He deserved it." "So am I, son, so am I. And believe me, I deserve it. Don't miss your chance to tell your buddies your sergeant sucked your cock." Bolt was trying to keep from laughing, as was the general, strangely enough. The rippling of his throat muscles felt awesome. Thumper finally surrendered and Bolt began the enviable task of trying to get that thing in his mouth. After being relatively quiet, now it seemed like Thumper couldn't shut up. "Oh, Sarge, no one's ever done that to me before -- uh, not that good." He added hastily. He was huffing and puffing like a train going up a mountainside. It seemed to me that Bolt should have been the one having trouble breathing, that thing had to block his airway on the way down. I could see the sides of his neck bulge, like a snake unhinging its jaws to get an egg down its throat. Far from feeling discomfort he seemed to revel in the sensation, he certainly had no gag reflex left. So much for Bolt's "straight boys don't suck cock" bull shit. Ah, the military, where the closets are large and strangely furnished. I had gotten lengthways on the bunk and pulled Briarose on top of me. He not only didn't resist, his sphincter found my cock like a docking module on the space shuttle. Considering the stretching it had received, he still managed an almost airtight seal. I swear I could feel his colon clutching my prick. He was a fast learner. The wet noise of him posting almost drowned out Thumper's vocal appreciation for Bolt's rim job. By this time the older cop had turned him around and was tongue fucking the big kid's asshole. Apparently this was a new concept to the lad. "Yessss. Oh, Sarge, that's the best. Do me Sarge, eat my butthole! Yesss, sir!" Ah, the bright enthusiasm of youth. I had a feeling he might not be so enthusiastic about what came next. Sure enough, I heard a yelp like a strangled wiener dog and Thumper almost climbed up over me onto the bunk. Seizing my chance, I popped his plum sized glans into my mouth, only to distract him, of course. "Sarge, please don't cornhole me. You and your queer buddies can play these games, but if you butt-fuck me that means I'm a fag. My momma didn't raise me to be no fag. I mean your dick feels real good and all, but don't make me into a queer, Sarge. It would break my momma's heart." I was tempted to bite down on his prod just to shut him up, though I really couldn't move my jaws very much. About that time the general made a command decision. With his wrists still handcuffed together, he grabbed Thumper's head and yanked it toward his crotch, shoving his dick into the boy's yap with a mercifully (for us) quick lunge. It seemed to calm the airman down, because for some time after that the only sounds were the moist slurpings of various membranes rubbing together. I wished someone was left to take a picture for my scrapbook. I can see it in my imagination. Me on my back on the bunk with my head hanging over the edge and Thumper's thumper in my mouth, Bolt doing him standing up from behind, and finally Thumper being face-fucked over my groin by the General who was bouncing on my cock like a carousel pony. It was a very spiritual moment. There's no point in dragging the story out. Within minutes I achieved an orgasm that left me sore for days. Of course it could have been the three I'd just had, too. I can only assume that everyone else got their nuts off as well, because when my eyes snapped back into focus it felt like someone had dumped a bucket of cum all over us. At that moment I knew that if there is a God, he likes gay people, cause he'd given me a taste of paradise. At least that's what I think it was. It sure tasted salty and it damn near choked me. We pulled ourselves together as soon as we could. The day shift would be getting in soon, it was almost five o'clock. There were no sentimental goodbyes, just an understanding between us and the general. I kept the pictures. Bolt kept the girl's statement and the blood alcohol results. Thumper didn't seem to want to look anyone in the eye and kind of slunk out. I guess he recovered, though. He seemed really happy with the new assignment he got shortly after: general's aide. Bolt and I made out OK, too. I ended up with a week's pass for my great job on additional duty. Bolt won NCO of the quarter. After the ceremony where he got his award, I asked him what was in that liquid he'd squirted up the general's ass. As I was slipping the old pork sword home in his sweet furry buns, he replied, "Just lube -- strawberry lube. He convinced himself that it had be some drug, that gave him permission to do what he really wanted to do." I gave a long slow tug on the tit clamps nestled up against his hairy chest. "Where did you learn how to break someone down like that? You practically reprogrammed him." He laughed, "Haven't you guessed? They pulled the same thing on me in Security Police training to cure me of my attitude problem. Changed my life. I used to be a real asshole." As we rocked the headboard against the wall he added, "So, do you think you'd like to come to my Superbowl party?"