Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 10:07:46 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits.  Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Sarge let the dudes dress and leave in decent order so as to mask their
goings on in his quarters that morning. The snickering black troops out in the bay
were clustered all around awaiting Sarge's departure, and for the two
faggots....the soldier-whitie, and his bro, to come out and get into  'squad training'
with the other white queens.

Sarge stepped out of his doorway and barked, "SHRUM! Front and center!"

"SHRUM!" was screamed out up the stairs to the second floor where Shrummy was
bareassed eating out his squad leader Mason's butthole.

The kid jumped through his skin....so did Mason. Mason grabbed the kid's face
and rubbed it into a bunk blanket to dry the spitslop, and they both scurried
to get a pair of shorts on the buttplugged kid's ass before sending him on
downstairs to report to the Sarge.

In a burrumble of bare feet thumping the steps, Shrum flew down the stairs
and hightailed it up the aisle sliding to a stop before the sergeant where he
saluted and reported breathlessly.

"Hey, pussystud...." Sarge greeted Shrum's crimson face, as he reached behind
to pat his butt in search of the buttplug. Smiling that it was in place, he
told Shrum to get dressed in casual street clothes for a trip to town with the
sergeant, and to be ready to go in 5 minutes.

Saluting again and flying back up the stairs to his locker, Mason came back
over to get some more action and when Shrum told him he had to go with the
sergeant, Mason still made the kid take his piss anyways on his knees, before
letting him get dressed. Shrum shook his head thinking of how much cum, cock and
piss he'd taken these last six days as he rushed downstairs again on the run
taking two and three steps at a time.

When he got to Sarge's door, he waited outside and soon Sarge opened the
door, let him in and closed it.

"Just so we unnerstands each'n other, fagboi....knees!"

Shrum dropped like a rock, opened his sergeant's fly, took out his massive
cock and kissed it right on the piss hole, then swabbed his tongue all around
the head before replacing it in Sarge's pants again.

"Goooood boyyyyyy!" Sarge growled as he pulled the kid up by his ear,
pinching it till he screeled in a tiny whinging whine.... "Dey gonna love you down at
the Pleasure Trove, studpussy!"

Then he was spun around and booted in the ass to the door.

The rest of the boots watched as Shrum went out into the afternoon sun with
Sarge and was gone.

Immediately the other white troops....annnnnd, Osborne's brother were lined
up to leave for the mess hall lunch....on hands and knees. Osborne was so
pained for what his brother got caught up in.

The whitebreads was spanked and booted down the road to mess, to the
snickering and outright laughter of their black masters. Lunch for them was under the
table again....and all of them this time between the thighs of the bruthas.

Bo Osborne no longer had a chance to look in question, or horror for that
matter at his brother, Carter....with his face so constantly buried into soldier
balls.

Raw Recruits.  Chapter 11

As if the pushups before lunch weren't enough with a heavy black foot
pressing down on each of the eight dudes' necks...the crawl back to the barracks
became a horse race with the white troops carrying a black recruit each on his
back and galloping as fast as they could up the strip on hands and
toes....complete with butt whipping and black 'cowboys' barking, 'Move out'!

They brought back cans of lard and grease to coat the faggots and the
barracks floor.
They set the white kids up in a 5 guy pyramid at one end of the greased
floor, and kept three troops back at the other end to use as 'bowling balls'. Two
man brutha teams would heave a white troop by his wrists and ankles down the
floor on his ass at the pyramid. When hit, if the 5 kids were knocked down it
was a 'strike'. Any kids standing made for a 'spare' try with the next 'ballfag'.

All the white kids were swapped around so every sweetbread was a 'ballfag' at
least once. The worst of the 'strikes' was when the whole pyramid fell
forward on top of the 'ball'.

The eight white kids took a bruising over the hour-long match, till the bros
tired of just too much fucking fun with their white charges, and while they
took showers, and some headed out to the club....the white boots were all
assigned to clean, wash and wax the barracks so they'd be ready for Monday morning's
inspection.

The squad leaders had met and decided to keep the rest of the 'fun' to the
bunks and shower room, so there'd be no mess in the barracks on Sunday, their
last break day.


Sarge had a car on the post for his personal use. He and Shrum headed for the
parking area together with no obvious servitude for Shrum. The kid even
started strutting and feeling his oats. After all, he was the only boot recruit
fucker probably on the whole post getting a trip to town....and as the guest of
one of the tough-ass sergeants, at that!

Ha! Not so fast!

Sergeant Carter pointed at the passenger side door, and Shrum hopped to and
jumped in. Sarge got in, started the engine, and they headed off post through
the guard shack gates. A casual salute as he passed the corporal on duty, and
they headed for the main road to town. "Shirt, sneaks, socks..." Sarge said as
he looked straight ahead.

Shrummy stripped without a word or a question.

"You wearing underwear, pussy?" Sarge asked.

"Yes, sergeant," Robbie Shrum answered.

"Take a note, you fuckin' dick! No underwear when you with me. GOT IT??!"

Shrum nodded, and Sarge told him to get the outer shorts off and stay in his
boxers.
"Smiling at Robbie, Sarge looked at him, and said, "Pull it out, and show
Sarge how good you wack that tool 'a yurs."

As Shrum went to work on his handsome meat, Sarge cupped his palm over the
moist cockhead and rubbed around on it. Robbie nearly blowed off and shrunk into
the seat in a crumble of trembling toy soldier. Sarge smooshed his precummed
slick palm across Robbie's face, and then concentrated on his driving as
Shrumboi went back to his wacking. Sarge cautioned that he not blow, but stay right
on the edge all the way to town.

Robbie nodded and was getting close to beatoff rapture, but successfully let
go and just shivered in the seat watching his teen pud bob and throb out of
his fly....drooling precum. Sarge smiled watching the kid's toes tighten up and
curl under digging into the floor boards when he got close....then jabbed
Rob's elbow to get him going again. By the time they got to town, Shrum was a
shuddering mess at the very brink of blowing that forbidden wad from a teen cock
that should have looked like hamburger by then.

Into the back lot of the Treasure Trove, Sarge parked in a close-in space,
marked Employees.

Robbie was almost speechless from his steady nut-wracking wacking, and
stumbled out of the car on rubbery knees as Sarge stood by waiting. Rob's knees
buckled on him as he shoved his cock back into his boxers. Sarge was shaking his
head. Robbie looked up like the little kid in the store with Mommie when he got
caught doing something wrong.

"You won't need yur boxers....throw 'em in the car and get on all fours."

Staggered by being told to get naked in a public lot, Shrum's pleading face
said it all. Sarge's stare made clear there were no options, and Robbie dropped
his shorts, threw them in the car, and shut the door as he went to the ground.

Sarge pointed ahead and Shrum headed for the door marked 'Treasure Trove
deliveries'.

He reached out and opened the door himself, crawled in ahead of Sarge, then
waited for which way to go. A side door led to a stairway. Sarge led the way as
the young recruit crawled behind.

At the top of the stairs, the door had a sign, PLEASURE TROVE.  So it was a
club within a club it seemed. Sarge strolled in  in an exaggerated, "Here I
is!" strut, as the teen trooper crawled right behind and up close to his heels,
like he was hiding from view.

Three comely cunt squealed at the sight of the owner of that nine inch tool,
and rushed up to Sarge like a bunch of high schoolers.

All the girls were naked except for a mere thong up their cracks, barely
covering their pelts.

Sarge sucked on the first tit to reach him, and slid two long black fingers
up the twats of each of the other cunts. Within seconds of Sarge's arrival the
three girls were hissing and seething, hunching their finely honed bodies
against Sarge.

Sarge pulled his fingers from both the cunt he was diddling, and shoved them
into Shrum's mouth as he turned to introduce his boot camp fagtoy to the
Pleasure Trove.

The girls all screamed in glee at the sight of the naked, shamey white boy
scrunched up on the floor. As the girls swarmed over Shrum, Sarge was telling
them that he is not to cum, and not to get laid.

In a left-handed mock salute, the lead girl, with her left hand around
Robbie's dick, said, "Yayyys, Sergeant, suhhhhh!"

Sarge went over to a row of ornate wooden lockers where he was undressed by
several other girls, while one girl sucked his cock and another licked his butt.

Shrum looked back over a shoulder as he was picked up off the floor and
carried to a huge furry round beanbag looking thing. It's height when Shrum was
laid over it made the troop tit high to the girls. As Sarge disappeared with
about seven other giggling girls,
Robbie was splayed out over the big round beanbag. The girls, joined by a few
others, went about 'toying' with Robbie's parts. They were feeling, kneading,
squeezing, pulling, and generally diddling the increasingly freaking teen boy
soldier.

He was amazed in short order and actually started to calm and relax. Veteran
of cunt that he was, he was accustomed to being serviced by the twat around
school back home. I mean after all, wasn't he town cuntman? Taker of 40
cunt...some 500 plus times since he was a tiny little fucker?

These girls were no different, he mused. He was actually starting to feel all
his cunt fucking oats, sprouting that fine rod, as they each took his feet
and hands and washed, moisturized, and then began both pedicures and manicures.

Then he jerked and almost got cut by the toe and finger nail clipping girls.
Several other girls showed up with a cart that looked like a wet bar of
sorts....but while it did have some beer, liquor, ice and mixers....it even had
running hot and cold water.

At first Robbie stayed calm thinking the girls were coating his cock and
balls with whipped cream. He was in ecstasy! One of the girls back home that he
used bang while she was babysitting for neighbor kids....she'd strip him on the
kitchen table and pour all kinds of syrups and creme on him and then lick him
off till he was out his mind with his cock streaming
prefuck....whee-ewww....she even put cherries and strawberries in his mouth and asshole before eating
them out of him....then they'd fuck like minks for the hours.

He jumped up when he saw....shaving implements! He was trying to kick and
fight his way off the bag. No dice. What the girls had done so smoothly while
they were manicuring him, was fasten his wrists and ankles loosely with cuffed
restraints. What looked like a towel across his belly, was a belt
restraint....same with hot towel across his forehead and neck.

His head was raised slightly and a black leather collar with gold piping-like
edge was clamped around his neck....and his forehead. A big to do was made of
a leash that the girls brought out to attach to the collar. A chain and
leather thong and waist band were fitted around him and there was a cock 'cage'
hanging off it to the side....with a key. A slave band much like the collar was
fitted around his upper right arm. The right arm of course signified
'subordinate' to all who would see it.

Now he saw the razor up close...it was a straight razor...mannn...one of
those free form lonnnnng razors like a barber uses....and here they were about to
shave his pubes....he had visions of his severed cock and balls! Blood
everywhere!

All the formerly loose restraints were tightened down. HE WAS TOTALLY
IMMOBILZED!

The girl with the razor was stropping it using the sharpening strap! Robbie
passed out as the razor came to his cock.

They snapped him out of it. They told him he was to be awake for every hair
they removed.....and they would stop till he was roused every time. He couldn't
calm himself. He was screaming.....crying....the tears streamed down his
face. The sweat beaded over his entire body. He went wild when they coated his
head with creme too....then his pits....his arms and legs....omigoddddd...they
were gonna take his every fucking hair....Acccchhhh!!!
That had to mean his butt and asshole, too! The poor teen trooper was out of
his mind.
Girls cutting on him!!! They'd bleed him to death!!!

They kept jacking his cock now and again, too. He was soon totally mindless.
Screaming like a patient in mental ward. The girls loved it! They kept saying
Shrummy was the most fun they'd had in years.

The actual 'shoring of the Shrum' took a full two hours! Except for his head,
there wasn't one hair on Robbie when they were done. When he calmed, his
whole body ached from straining against the bindings. He tried to feel for or see
his cock...but they wouldn't let him. It felt so smoothe and all his skins
were soooooo slippery soft with the hair removed and the moisturizer laid on.
Girls were up on Robbie's legs and arms and chest and massaging him with oils.
Those on the floor worked his feet, hands, neck, face and upper back and
shoulders as well.

When they shaved his tail they eased his plug out and fed it to him to lick
and clean. To do that they had tied his feet to his wrists while four girls
pulled his cheeks wide to bare the hole and his entire crease.

They would massage and oil his pussy and back similarly later.....but now he
jerked his head and looked back behind him as best he could when he heard the
whirr of an electric shaver.

It wasn't a shaver....it was a CLIPPERS!!!! His short, but wavy blond hairs
were soon shorn to a 1/16th of an inch buzzer. The creme on his head earlier
was shampoo. They had washed, and rinsed him before they fleeced him! The girls
were making sheep
'B-a-a-a-a-a' sounds as they denuded his head. One of the girls was making a
hair jock pouch out his cock and head hair! It would be ready before he
left....whenever that was.

Just then there was wild giggly screaming as three of the girls serving Sarge
came running from the room with their fingers in their pussies.

Shrum could just hear and wonder as the girls now massaged and moisturized
his nearly bald head.

Then he felt a kind of brush on the top of his head and a distinctly pleasant
scent. The girls were one after the other, climbing up on the bag behind the
kid's head. Then they worked their pussies around and around against his oiled
burr-head, giggling as they went. The pleasant smell reminded him of one of
his favorite conquests back home. She always used the best cunt scent when they
went out. It sort of smelled like vanilla....and he literally ate her alive!

Some of the girls were oozing from their excitement and were coating Robbie's
head with cunt juice. It was giving Robbie a stir and his bare cock came up
hard and snapped tight to his belly. The girls were always kissing and licking
at it and giggling.

A video of Robbie's denuding was being played on the ceiling to his
continuing shame.

Every girl had now gotten a pussy swab across and around Robbie's head. Even
the girls who were serving the other men in the 'Trove' came by to 'buzz'
their pussies.  Some of those girls had been putting out for their men and many
were laden with cum loads which oozed out over Shrummy's burrhead.

Then there was a round of cunt suckling for our fine feathered trooper. Girls
would climb up on Robby from his face to his feet. The lead girl would nuzzle
her box into Robbie's kissing lips and sucking tongue. Robbie was swabbed in
pussy jam and stale cum shot. He was eating no end of the cocksnot that had
seeded these young cunts earlier.  His tonguing would even add to the mess in
and on his face and mouth. The girls would coax more tongue from young Shrum. In
his crazed and gassed out stupor, he would comply.

His belly was doing flips with the varying scents, smegma and funk he had to
deal with yet still he sucked on. His sergeant and sponsor was nowhere to be
seen to come to his aid. The one thing he did have going for him, was that he
was really into cunt from his earliest days, and he was getting into eating
pussy like he never did before.


Somewhere after 3 PM Sarge reappeared and stood ominously over Rob, now
restruck with fear.  The girls slid Robbie down the bag headfirst till he was face
high to Sarge's nine inch baby soldier pleaser. Two girls kissed Sarge's cock
and then fed it to Robbie's mouth. His burrhead slid under and against Sarge's
balls. Sarge was titillated with the change and the new feel of his cuntboy's
head. It made him ram hard and jab his dick deep and early to the back of
Robbie's mouth.

Several other men, 'clients', were also in the 'club' at the same time.
Generally, all the girls served all the men until one dude indicated he wanted
attention from one girl in particular.

The girls were all colors....indian, black, white, oriental....the men, well
they were all bruthas.

When a client brought along a 'toy', like Sarge brought Robbie, the 'toy' is
available for play with and by all other clients, as well as his master who
always has dibs on at least one 'hole'.

Sarge pulled up on Shrummy's chin. The girls knew....they knew the feel in
the back Robbie's throat as that monstrous black manpole seared through those
delicate membranes as it sought the kid's belly passage. The men now surrounding
the big blondie-boy draped bean bag....they knew how that tight throat muscle
felt when it clamped onto their own meat. It was almost like their meat was
saluting the effort as they all steeled in response to the gagging and gwalking
sword swallower.

Robbie's neck arched up, distending....there were small 'gluckk! uhhccwullp!
gwulkk! sounds after the initial "gawallppf!" from deep inside the boy's face.
His eyes were saucered....their cobalt blue color seemed to glow.

When Robbie's cock raged hard, and bobbed in heartbeat throbbing pulses off
the flat of his sucked in belly it seemed to close Sarge's circuit....he
sqwalllllled soooo loudddddd!!!!
"Arwwwrrrrrrrrooaaarrrrrrrrr!!!!!" as his long, naked, gleaming torso bucked
and fucked that boy throat in machine gun rapid fire! His rutting, flexing
butt muscles sensuously consumed the entire cadre of onlooking studs and girls
whose bodies were all in small trembly bucking motion in synch with Sarge and
the jerking, quivering teen soldier.

"Ssssqqqqweeeusssssskkkkkkkkkkk!"  Robbie's throat finally was voided as
Sarge pulled slowly back. The the blue-eyed ragdoll stared up that long body past
his sergeant's bobbing spit-sopped impaler. The look on the kid's face was
amazing! It seemed to be a cross between love...and loss............and despair.

"Uhh! Uh! Unnggh!" three of the dudes watching the scene unfold, were in
knee-buckling cumshot at the mere sight of what that young dude just did for his
sergeant!

Sarge was now feeding the dripping fuckrod over Robbie's tongue....three
girls were on their knees doing the same to the men who lost their loads from just
the sight of it all.

The dregs of Sarge's spooge dribbled from his pulsing piss hole which was
deeply imbedded in a wide slot at the tip of the man's prick. The drizz mingled
in a pearly syrup with the spitslop that had built up in Robbie's mouth through
the neck fucking he took.

Sarge was not nearly finished enjoying his teen recruit though. With a girl
on each arm licking his tits and armpits, and another behind him eating his
crease out, he glided to the other side of the bag and climbed right the fuck
into Robbie Shrum. His still after-cum quivering tool sank through that boypussy
like a sizzling knife through butter.... "Owwwwwoalllllllllllllphhh!" wailed
Robbie as that grand ebony probe surged balls deep through him.

Drool oozed out the corners of Robbie's mouth. His eyes glowed. His flushed
and sweated face had that look of sated need....the achievement of his body's
desires....a sense of completeness radiated from the teen trooper's kiddie-boy
face.

Two other men had moved to the kid's head now....and as his chin was once
more pulled back to clear his facehole, another black mantool began the long
tongue ride to that super tight cunt throat...."Gawulllffkk..." was all the crowd
heard as Robbie's eyes bugged and tears streamed from their
corners.....a-g-a-i-n-n-n-n-n!

His body bounced and rose higher and higher off the big bean bag as Sarge
ham-slammed the young fucker like an artillery battery from an almost straight up
and down position. Rock and reamage! The kid was on his neck, which was
impaled on about 8 1/2 inches of new searing mancock, while his sergeant rammed
down into him in raging, seething cock'sensory neeeeeed!


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