Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2006 00:11:45 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits.  Chapter 12.

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Raw Recruits.  Chapter 12


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 searing mancock, while his sergeant rammed down
into him in raging, seething cock'sensory neeeeeed!


Raw Recruits.  Chapter  12.

Every cunt in the room surrounding the teen soldier-in-reamage was moist and
dripping as their fingers diddled their boxes. Every mandick was hard, palmed,
and leaking silver seed strings to the floor of the 'Pleasure Trove'.

It seemed like though everyone in the room had seen and been, in similar
erotic joy there before, or SOMEwhere, something said to them all, they were
watching a sensual masterpiece of fuck....power....and lust....unfold.

Soon a second cock probed Robbie's distended lips and rubbed against the
already engorged throat sealer. The men looked at each other and smiled like a
light went off. The guy in Robbie's throat pulled back and the other dude slid
forward. Before there was a second for Robbie to gag or gluck, the hole was once
again sealed with big black cock.
The men got in a rhythm. In and out, back and forth they reamed the kid's
throat.

Even Sarge, in total rut-ram, was awed by the site below him as he watched
the kid's adam's apple get displaced over and over and over.

Five cameras around and above the reddish-blonde Shrumboi silently consumed
every fantastic image.

Sarge was getting the vision of the assignment that Robbie would get after he
completed basic training....his entire insides were smiling......

None of the men closing in around the bag in smelling range of the man scent
of fuck could wait much longer....they all needed in Robbie, and sooooon.

The girls were all shaking within themselves in raging sexual need.....some
had fingers completely up their humping, dripping pussies. They were all
feeling the feels of the kid's skins when they shaved and massaged the young troop
earlier, and their fingers were in pins and needles. They could feel his
smoothe pinky-white quivery skin on their hands and fingers. Their entire bodies
tingled with the sensory knowledge of the sexual tool before them being used and
giving himself to the needs of his masters.

Sarge and the two face fuckers started into a lonnnnnnng, bellowing
sqwallllllll as they gave up their frothy spooooooge inside the face and butt sucking
asshole of the tremoring teen soldier. Even in the throes their fantastic
fucking cums they still kept replacing each other in the kid's throat. Absolutely,
fucking deeelissshussss!!!! Cum splooged and gushed in blurgels out of the
kid's mouth and was fucking spraying and flooging everywhere!

The teen troop jerked and bounced, fluttered and flounced till he fell silent
and slumped head-first down the side of the huge sweat soaked bean bag cover
as the three exhausted but totally sated men were guided to side rooms off the
main entertainment hall.

At this moment a massive black man was crawling up on the bag and lying down
on his back. Four girls lifted Shrummy over top of the man and sank the kid's
cum-droozing boycunt down on the man's ten inch steeled cock. A second dude,
somewhat smaller but handsomely tooled climbed up behind Robbie and slid his
wick right in with the big man's. Whoooosh, there ain't nuthin' smoother than
fresh cum lube! Up and in he went. Three men kneed up to the man on his back
already up inside Robbie and fed each of their dripping pricks through the kid's
lips. Two men moved in to Robbie's left hand and two to the right and wrapped
his trembling sweaty palms and fingers around their fucking pricks.

Robbie was working nine men at once....NINE COCKS were in or served by the
kid trooper!
They started his hands jerking them as they humped....The second dude up
Shrummy's hole took the rut lead and Robbie rose and fell on the lying man's prick
as the rearfucker pummeled his bung.

The three men in his mouth got into a rhythm between them while they worked
the kid's face this way and that, side to side, smooshed and humped, and around
and around. A Broadway choreographer could not have done it better. At the
sight of the syncopated plowing, the Trove manager put on appropriate 'beat'
music which seemed to punctuate every sinking, humping, rut-fucking cock in the
toy soldier.

It was a reamage classic....a thing of beauty to be sure! The manager was on
the phone with a film distributor he knew would fall over backward to get hold
this five-angle twink banging. Shit....the extracted still shots could fill a
magazine series.

The teenboi blond soldier jolted forward, then back and up then down onto the
cocks in all his holes while his hands jerked their cum-sticky magic as well.

"Shhhlkkk! Sssskkkk! Gwallukk! Ullllpp! Phkwukk! Swuppff!" Omigoddddd....it
truly was a thing of beauteeeeeeeee.......


Back at Barracks One, it was sweaty times in the hot afternoon for the seven
remaining whities and Bo Osborne.  Mops, scrub brushes, soap buckets, wax,
floor buffer and toothbrushes for the molding crevices and tile grout were at
work in the hands of the white recruits who were assigned the chore of getting
their two-day fuck palace into shape for Monday morning's next inspection.

While most of the troops had gone off to the recruits' club for some TV and
brew, ten remained back at the barracks. As it turned out, the physical labor
of cleaning the mess
was only a part of the burden for the enslaved soldier boys....invariably a
floor or toilet scrubbing troop's face would be pulled onto some black meaty
hang for service as well.

Mason was the most creative of the black squad leaders....he insisted his
cocksucker continue scrubbing while he serviced cock. So he sat right down in
front of Pvt. Cary who was scrubbing the hall on hands and knees. He made Cary
keep scrubbing while the kid's face was pulled into them heavy hanging nuts for
some fine honky hummin'. The steady scrub  brushing motion gave Cary a super
cocksucking rhythm which Mason just leaned back on his hands, enjoyed and
"Mmmmmmmmmm'ed.

And then suddenly, he was hump-slamming the poor fuck's face like a battering
ram as he reached the point of no return and "Aiiiiyuhhhh! Oh YehOhyeh!!! Eat
me faggot!! Eat meeeeeeeeee!!!!!"

The screams brought snickering troops from everywhere to find Mason on his
back, his cock stuffed up into Cary's pube-mashed face, with spittle cum drool
seeping down the white kid's chin!

The others were hand-slapping like they just watched a fave team score a
touchdown! Welllll, it was a score of sorts.

Part of the sensuousness of the whole scene was the fact that these white
dudes were all naked....shit, all the troops in the barracks, black and white,
were bareass....but when these white troops were put to rut, their every back,
neck, buttcheek and thigh muscle rippled in tune with the service they were
providing, be it humjob or reamage.

Observing eyes enjoyed the additional candy from the glistening black skin
bucking and hunching to an impending joy giving nut.

Any of the black masters who might have been otherwise preoccupied were
brought back to the horns of need with the primal screams of any of his bros
getting off and would be forced to search out a cumdump of convenience.

S-o-o-o-o-o-o, as the sunlight waned to twilight, the hardworking white
plebes were mostly decked right at their work location and drilled in cock service.

Paulie....Pvt Denny, well, he was caught in one of the shit stalls, by
Skorpio....or 'Skorps' as the bro's called him. His head was dunked into the toilet
and Skorps gave him a 'swirly'
when he flushed it. Then with the kid's soaking head still in the bowl as it
refilled, he was burbling in and out of the water as Skorps probed his tool
tunnel.

It didn't help Paulie that the black dudes had found out he was Italian, and
his actual name was Paolo and the family had changed their last name to
'Denny' from its Italian base of "Dennario". So now while they fucked his brains out
for the next five weeks, he would be hearing a whole extra round of abuse
related to heritage. Right at that moment, Skorps was barking "WopWopWop!" in
rapid fire succession like he was firing a machine gun to the rhythm of his
buttslamming pumpage.

To see a finely sculpted power build like Paulie's put to cock over a shitter
was exquisite.
Pvt. Denny was a muscled dude....schoolboy rugby star and a weight-lifter.
Right then, the only lifting he was doing was with his tail being forced to
raise up the fuck itself on Skorp's power-pud. "Ride that cock, woppo! Ride dago,
ride!!!!"

At end, to a curdling scream echoing around the tiled walls, Skorp's pumped
his wad up Paulie's pucker, while he shoved his head back down into the water
with each cumshooting butt snap.

"Falubbbleuph! Fwaluphh! Falmphsshhh!"

Each time Denny's face submerged he sucked in another mouthful of
water.....he was being 'drown-fucked!' A whole new adventure in water sports!

Now Hodge, a big strapping boy, was being double shamed by not only having to
serve cock, but to serve the cock of the smallest slavemaster of the entire
platoon. Here he was splayed out at the foot of a bunk, legs wide and bareballs
out to the center of the first floor aisle, having to pull himself onto
Brownie's hard black 5 1/2 inch dick by gripping the support bar at the foot of the
bed. His butthole spread out under the bar and each time he yanked the bar he
slammed his own teen soldiercunt onto Brownie's tool.

He was rearranging his own innards while pounding his butt against that bar
again and again. Brown had a leather belly-burner to wale him with anytime he
let up on his self-fucking power drive.

The all-white toothy sneer all over Pvt. Brown's sweat-shiny ebony face made
Hodge cringe at how he was at the mercy of such a little punk.

It was almost like every black recruit got horny for honky hole at the same
time. The barracks cleanup had ground to almost a halt in the face of the black
warriors cruising whitie fagpussy.....annnnnnnnnnnnnnd finding it!

Fucking Conway....cumdump of cumdumps....Kanell found his ass in the shower,
working a toothbrush in and around the drain with scouring powder. Kanell came
up behind the poor bastard and black barefooted his neck pushing his face
right down into the soap-scoured drain, and warbashed his nose and cheeks around
and around while Conway was coughing and spitting the scum and smuck out of
his mouth.

Kanell toed the slave troop's mouth and shoved his naked ass over on his back
and pissed right into the kid's facehole. "Gwawwwkkk!! Awwwwkkk!!
Glullkkkkph!!" Conway was drowning and gagging in a golden power spray that would have
made a racehorse proud.

Keeping the boot's mouth open with his toes, meant, of course that Conway
needed to clean off his pissmaster's foot and ankles which were sprayed.

Oh mannnn! It was classic...the kid came flying up onto his knees at the
command and that tongue looked like a fucking anteater's. He groveled and hummed
to the black soldier's shins, ankles, feet and toes. He held onto the back of
the big teen's legs like he was making love to them, while dog-lapping that
sleek black skin up and down and all around....man oh man oh man!!!!

Kanell nudged him away finally and when Conway sat back on his heels he
became acquainted with a rockhard fuck tool raring and ready for toysoldier pussy.
His eyes went wide, and Kanell screamed, "On yer back faggot!! Feet up!
Asshole wide open! Beg for it....tell massah how much you needs this you fuckin'
queerass!" Kanell menaced the trembling teencunt by whipping his prick up and
down and then smacking it again and again into the palm of his hand. Conway
actually looked all around the empty tiled shower in response to the smack-echoes
off all the walls, then flopped onto his back with his feet over his head and
his cheeks pulled wide, "Fuck me master....pleeeeeeze.... FUCKMEEEEEEE!!!"
Tears streamed down the shamed teen soldier's face already discolored and mask
like with the drying soap powder, spit and piss.

"Errrrrrrrrrrnpphhhhhhhh!!! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhh!" Groaned and moaned the
freshly impaled fudge boy.

"Ruhh! Rrrruh! Urrrrmmmmm! Take it you worthless fuck....take it, fucker!"
Kanell growled as he took the measure of Conway's toyboi ass.

And on and on it went...throughout Barracks One....

Upstairs, which was the easiest to clean not having been used as a
lard-greased bowling alley, was left free of any further whitieboi fuckplay. Everything
had moved downstairs.

1st Squad leader Alex, sort of watched all the funs while the others assumed
their master roles with the white boots. He lay back in his bunk, hands behind
his head, almost more interested, than say, excited like the others. He was
truly living up to his top ranked position in the platoon.

One black troop from upstairs was called 'Kenya' because in speed sprints, he
left the entire platoon in his dust, and reminded them of the marathoners
from Africa, especially Kenya.

Anyways, Kenya was running a bit of medieval flogging clinic in the center of
the first floor aisle. He, Pvt. Rood, and Pvt. Sammon had strung up Hinds,
Osborne and Barry on three of the center support posts where they were flogging
them with wet mopheads from collar bone to feet. Of course, there was the
occasional face-slopping with the mophead, too. The white kids' arms were spread
out wide and tied at the wrists to the angled cross pieces above the posts.
Those sheet strips they tore up Friday night were coming in right handy. There
were belts around honky waists to carry most of the weight. The feet hung spread
slightly at the bottom untied. What was cool about the free hanging feet was
that every time the kids pulled their knees up to hide their balls, they bared
their feet bottoms and buttcheeks for whipping, too.

The sting of the water weighted mop strands, while not the leather tines of a
cat 'o nine tails, nevertheless delivered multiple series of body betraying
electrifying stimulation that caused the captives to go hard as steel.

The black troops whuppin' up on them were all wide smiled and showing their
gleaming white teeth in dramatic contrast to their varying shades of glistening
brown skinned faces in full enjoyment of their task. The more that those
white teen cocks rose high and hard against their bellies, the more the whuppers
howled in glee and waled on the stomach-knotting,  cringing, toe-curling,
white-knuckled soldier whities.

"Yiiii! Ohhhhh! Uh! Uh! Acchhhh!" screamed the three dudes wriggling and
wiggling in response to the constant whipping. Kenya seemed to get the most funs
out of wielding his mop across the underside of each slave's standing prick.
The soldier captives were trying to bend into weird contortions and hike up
their knees to protect their pricks from being waled as their bodies continued to
betray them by keeping those handsome mantools standing tall, as if to taunt
their tormenting mophead wielding captors and their stinging cock beaters.

At once the three black kids all but fell to their knees in hysterics at the
site of all three white dick heads seeping pre-fuck. They were still in
stitches as they fingered each kid's gooey cockslit and fed the burbling slop to
each of the others. They promised the kids they could finish each other off
first-hand, later, while the rest of the platoon watched.

Soon, Osborne had his ankles strung up to the binding at his wrists. Kenya
spanked his tail  and then prodded his steely black rod at the kid's chute-lips.
"Arrrrrrrggggchhhhh!!!" groaned Carter. In spite of his being tooled by these
dudes over and over through the week, obviously Kenya hadn't had his ass yet.
He wasn't more than six inches hard, but he was also six inches around! It
took several tries and a tearing fuckboy soldier before Kenya finally got his
cock sleeved inside the trembling Osborne where he went about a wild and
rotating butt-circling whitie boi reamage that was to cum for....and did he
ever.....CUMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! Sweat seeped from every black pore as he raged and screamed
his nut joy.

So happy was he, that he stayed in Osborne for another cum-lubed blowoff.

Rood released Hinds and let the teen troop slip to his knees just bound at
the waist. He gently eased his pricktool to Hinds' lips, and said, "Kisssy
kisssy, l'il whitie boi. You being one fine hose-hound pussylips.
Yahhhh....nowwwwwww....let    it    in    pussymouth....let it in....goooooooodboy. Le's see
you swipe yur tongue out and around that fine tool, boi....I wanna see that
pinky taster go W-I-L-D-D-D-D-D, FUCKERRRRRR!!!!!!"

Hinds was crazed at that dick. He was all over it! Trying to suck up around
the side, the bottom the head and the root all at once and was so fucking out
of breath and so sure he was failing he started to cry! Rood was ecstatic! He
had a trained tongue-wielding seal on the end of his prick!!!!

Sammon was taking out his joys on Barry. He took him down from the post and
retied his wrists to his ankles back behind him making the boot's body a rocker
of sorts. Sammon squatted on the floor under the dude's face, and set Barry
rocking back and forth with his lips locked to his prick. Up and
down....forward and back....in and out....a fuckfeed of beauty. The strain on the bound
cocksucking white slave was terrible as he did everything to make sure he didn't
lose that fat, scraggy-veined, ugly mouth-masher.

So these are the scenes of white fuck spread out like a smorgasbord as the
returning beer clubbers start to return in the late afternoon. The fumes of brew
commingled with scent of manfuck and the whole of the black boots was
immediately on the purple bone.

Each dude nestled up to one of the fucking bros and worked his dick into some
part of the white stooge at his mercy.

Over on Magic's bunk, mannnnnn...it had looked like a love affair all
afternoon. From the moment the rest of the honkyboys set out to cleaning the
barracks, Magic 'invited' Osborne's kid brother to partake of some Grade A Prime dark
meat. Yessss indeeed!!!

When they got back from lunch, exhausting as that experience was at the
chin-up bar, under the tables and the chicken fight on the way back....Magic had
the young dude stand on top of his bunk and shimmy his shorts and tee shirt off
before flogging his dong for a bit. "Lemme see you flap yur dangle their
faggotass!" Magic chided the trembling  tearing teen. The tearing would have truly
been full-fledged crying if the other troops had sat around to be
entertained....but the few who did not head out for the boot club....were into their own
whitebread cunt soon enough.

Magic yanked the kid down to his knees by grabbing his dick and 'Fwumppff'ing
him in a heap to the mattress. Magic pulled Bo's toyteen face to his chest
and rubbed and soothed the kid's head gently with his hands, calming the
whimpering young Bo.

Then in a subtle continuation of his soothing hands, he pressed the boy's
face down his chest and belly, dragging Bo's rasping lips to his hard, standing
naked black cock. Bo gasped and sucked in his breath as he was primed for cock
duty once more.

"Just kiss...kiss it witcher pritty lips, pussyfag. Keep kissing in little
juicy pecks at it under the crown right there....yehhhh THERE!!! Uhnnnghhhh!
Ohman...keep doin' that witcher tongue, cunt....keep on keep-in' onnnnnn!!!!"

"Whewww...yo' sho' getting to be my fav'rit, cock licker!" Magic gasped in
short-breathed ecstasy.

Magic then sat up at the head of the bunk and arranged the naked teen across
the bunk while pressing his face down onto his meat. He gave strong two-handed
guidance to the back of the kid's neck and head, till Bo was ramping over
that cock like a pro, shlicky sucking the engorged boy pleaser. As Bo started to
drool spitty prefuck slop mix into Magic's pubes, ol' Maj was working the
kid's furrow. His fingers ran the gamut of the Bo's crease from tailbone to balls
and back and again and again and now he was spitfingering into Bo's
cocksucking mouth and then going back and slicking him some more fine browneye.

Another moistening, this time with two fingers and Magic eased his diddling
digits up into the moaning pussyboi. He smiled when he felt the teenbutt rut
back onto the fingers. "It looks to me like you was borned to this, my
dude....yayehhhhhh! You borned to it alright. You can count on ol' Magic to gives you
alls you needs, too."

Easing Bo over onto his back, the kid was lying opposite Magic...knees up and
head to the foot of the bunk, his tail rising and falling to the two wildly
frigging black fingers rooted up his toybox. "Uhhh! I-yi...ohh...uhhh!" Bo
moaned.

Magic gooed up in a smile as the fucker shot his wad up his chest to the beat
of the digging digits. Mannnnn...Magic found that boy's buzzer and was
exhausting him relentlessly teasing it and now here was the freshly nutted young
fucker pounding his prick and going after it again!

"You one hot boi, sweetbread....one hot boi!!!" The frigging went on and on
and the kid squirmed and wriggled sweating from every pore bared to the world
trying to blow another load as he sucked and gasped for breath.

Then Maj disenfingered the boycunt and shoved the kid's legs up and over his
head effectively doubling him over, saying, "I bet'chu double jointed and
sucks yer own cock don'tchu, queenie? DON'TCHU!"

"N-nuh-nooooo....sir...I don't nev...Errrrncch!"  Bo groaned from being bent
over with his feet shoved behind his head, his dribbling cockhead pisshole
staring down at him right in the eyes!

"Urrngghh!" grunted Magic, nearly bending the young teen in two as he sat
onto the back of the kid's legs. "Ha! Guess you ain't aftah all. So that's why
you been doin' yur school homies down at thet farm in the loft eh?"

"N-o-o-o-o-o!!!!" Bo screamed so loud all the other troops stopped to take it
all in.

"Shut up you lying, pricktease. You prob'ly muff dive them punks right aftah
you worry the sheep, I bet!" Magic pressed on.

"Ohhhh noooooo! I ...we don't no sir...we really never...."gawulllpphh!" Bo's
mouth was stuffed with Magic's mansized cock. The two guys were nearly the
same age....both teens maybe a  year...year and a half apart, but Magic was so
much bigger. Bo's waify- like look could have passed him for anything short of
16 instead of the high school near-graduate he was. His dick was a fine
specimen as well...a copy of his big brother's six-incher in all respects, cut,
about 5 inches around smoothe as silk.

Bent over in half he was, with Magic feeding him fat dark dong through his
legs into his cocksucking mouth. He was bouncing on the 'springing' of the kid's
legs up and down...each time getting deeper into Bo's face. While Magic was
being serviced, he yelled for big brother Carter Osborne whose soap sudsed
naked form scrambled from scrubbing the stairs to answer the call.

"Eat him fucker! Clean yur bro's pussy and ready it for my fine, big BA-LACK
tool. Git on yer back and tongue up in there till I see a pinky-wiggling
suck-slab of faggot tongue to slide this rammer-jammer in on.

Osborne nearly threw his guts up. If Magic wasn't sure these two hadn't
played '69 yer bunger' together back home, he was all but certain now. He really
was sure these two had been eating each 'n other's cock since they first knowed
they had something needing licking.

Osborne grudgingly turned over on his back and scootched up under his kid
brother's tail   which was being lowered by Magic till Osborne's tongue slid
right over his brother Bo's slot. His tongue darted away. He didn't want to...he
just couldn't....his own brother!!

"Fwullphcc!" and Osborne's mouth was swamped with brother pussytail.

"MISTER! I better see that tongue buried in yur brother's fudge pack by the
count of five or I'm gonna wale you like never got waled. "Sssshlkkkk! Thuck!
Thuwkk!"

Magic smiled. "Yesssss....eatcher bro, boy....or gurl....whutever yo' is!"

Both brothers shuddered at the sound of Magic's implication.

Bo was yanking his prick which tingled excitedly from the work of big
brother's taster. He felt so shamed. He couldn't help it it. He was mumbling
apologies to his brother while he gasped and kicked his curling feet and toes in the
joy of boyhole bung munching.

Magic's smile broadened as he instructed Osborne to flatten the tongue to
provide a cock slide for his fuck meat.

Magic slid back on the slick sweat over the back of Bo's legs and butt cheeks
till he was positioned for farmboy tail toolin'. He whipped himself up extra
good at the sight of Carter Osborne's wided out pink slab, just lying there to
guide his shaft up that fun tunnel....he had to get a grip....squeeze himself
and sit back and relax. He'd almost shot off at the sight of the performance
art he was creating there in his own bunk.

Once again in control, Magic leaned in and lay his hefty piece right on
Carter's tongue. Bo's big brother lay there quaking from his uncontrollable sobs
under his brother's balls as he awaited the ultimate disgrace of his tongue and
his little brother's hole being 'blacked' at the same time! If his dad ever
knew this, he and Bo would never be allowed home again! They wouldn't have a
friend for counties around!

Just the same, there lay what felt like a pound of black cock on a quivering
white farmboy soldier tongue!!!!

Cradle that meat, pussy," Magic barked at Carter, and the kid's tongue curled
up around the sides of Magic's prick. "Guide my prong with yur slider there,
and pull yur faggotass brother onto me." At first, there was no movement.

Magic hawked up a gob of blackboy spit and droozed right onto Carter
Osborne's tongue.
The kid's stomach did flips. He couldn't believe the disgrace after disgrace
he was having to endure at the hands, butts and cocks of these black fuckers.

Finally his trembling hands moved back to Bo's hips and he started to strain
to pull his little brother onto Magic's teen teaser. After very little
progress, Magic wrapped his arms around Bo's legs and while watching the boyhole
target and brother-tongue slide-guide, he worked that young teen up against his
quivering prickknob. Magic had calmed considerably from his near blow-off. He
took Carter's fingers and wrapped them around his peter and instructed him on
the impaling of his brother. Carter squeeze-jacked and pressed the big black
dude's cockhead into and through Bo's outer pussy ring. His still hole-stuffed
tongue eased the strain and avoided the tearing sensation as Magic's huge tool
slid slowly and relentlessly to the roothairs up into Bo's tool box.

That boy's buzzer was amazing.....there he was pulling off like a brandynew
boy jerker whut just found out how goooooood it feels, and he was shooting his
wad all over the place. Magic reached down and scooped cumjam with both hands
and wiped it all over Carter's face and then jimmied his prick on Carter's
tongue up inside Bo.....getting the younger dude going again.

After a few minutes having Carter lick all around his pumping prick inside
his brother, Magic sent Carter back to his barracks clean-up duties.

"Talk to me sweetheart," Magic goaded his fuckditch. "Tell bigdaddy Magic,
how much you fucking just luvs to please him witcher pussybox......tell Magic."

With nothing but tiny whimper squeaks from inside Bo's face, Magic
snap-fucked him deep and hard five times and then the young dude blurted out, "Oh
sir...oh sirrrrr....I luv ...I luv...so hurts....stuffed....oh..uhhh....cock....so
bigggggg....oh...a-yeh...unnghhh... ohhhso
harrrrrrrrd.....ummmahh....mommy....fuckin' me....fuckin'...ohgoddd...fuckin' in me....." he cried out sobbing
finally.

"Oh yes, oh yes oh yessssss....you does be loving it my fuckboy....and....you
does it witcher mommy, too...dat right???" Bo was stunned and even in his
wilding he heard what he yelled and how Magic took it....

"N-O-O-O-O-O-O!!! NOT MY MOM....oh nooooo!!" he cried into himself and sobbed
convulsivey.

Yessss! I knew it!" Magic squealed triumphantly, up into the rafters looking
skyward like they do. I know'd you farmboy faggots was like'at!!! Yahhhh! I
knewwww!.....Ha! Betchu can't keep her outta yur shorts either!!!!"

Suddenly he convulsed and shook violently, before falling forward in a long
low but building moan, "Ohhhhhhhhnngggghhhh! A-yehhhhhhhhhh!"

He had a long building cumblowoff but even in his weakened state, he kept
pounding Bo again and again gunning his spooge up inside his toyhole.

His sweat-soaked nappy head lay below Bo's chin as the kid's innards absorbed
and tried to expel the invading cock and it's joyjelly.

Bo shivered when he felt Magic's tongue working and worrying his titnip.
Magic's head rose up and he lapped at Bo's face .... licking him from chin to
forehead, and then burrowed down into the kid's neck and shoulder breaking out
into full fuckrut one more time. Bo screammmmmmmmed! Their bodies meshed, sweated
and smoldered there together as Magic went for it one more once!

This time, poor fucked up Bo was shooting with Magic as their bodies rubbed
frantically together and between the excitement of Bo's inner boy buzzer and
the friction to his tool against Magic's belly he got his nut for the third time
since Magic put him down that afternoon.

By now, their own needs had consumed all the other troops watching the naked
white boys scrub and buff the floors, head and shower, and couldn't resist
those cocksucking whitebreads anymore. One by one they were pulled from their
cleaning tasks and put to knob polishing and buttholing which they all knew was
their primary duty in this platoon for as long as they were in it.

Magic turned his farmboy ragdoll over and butt-snapped the little fucker's
asshole while biting the kid's toes with his feet resting on his shoulders or
meshed between his fingers. He laid down hard into the kid's face and spit and
dripped fuck sweat as he plowed him toy asshole again and again. Oh man, it was
a clinic. He scissored him....mission-fucked him. He shoved him back onto his
shoulders and banged him backward and forward. He laid him across, then
long-ways, then feet to head, and he fucked and reamed and ravaged and pounded that
kid silly, while all the time demanding  the young teen fucker beg for more
and tell him how much he needed to be 'blacked'.
Then he impaled Bo faceup onto his own belly where he nuzzled the kid's ear
and neck from below while listening to the pleas for more and more black for
him. Then he humped up and up and up into the kid's slicky cum-lubed pussy.

As the sun waned in the sky toward twilight, the dudes coming back from their
club were about getting a share of the spoils, and as Bo was pulled from the
sweating black fucking hulk that was Magic, Bo was still telling him, "I love
it sir. I need it sir! Please sir! Fuck me sir! I need blackfuck sir! I will
only always fuck for black sir!"

The sound of Bo's begging became distant from Bo's ear as he drifted into a
fuck-sated sleep in his cum, spit and sweat soaked bunk, while Bo was still
reciting his litany to the five new black troops who he was servicing on the
other side of the squad bay, in his brother Carter's bunk...."I need to fuck black
sir...please sir, black me "............

At the Trove......Sarge and some of the others were being pampered in side
rooms while Shrummie was dutifully butt, face, feet and palm-fucked by his 'men
of the moment'.

The girls had gone about their other servicing duties...and the seamstress
was now bringing over the gold lamay loin-cloth and the pouch made in part from
Robbie's own hair and cockpubes that they shaved from him earlier.

The men took the boy to the hot tub to scrub him squeaky clean while he
sucked several new men who came in since the whole rodeo started. They loved
watching the bubbles he let out when he blowed them under water. It seemed like men
and their hands were all over the smallish golden dude as he was refitted to
the freshened center beanbag for further 'tooling'.

"Let's have a 'geyser,'" called one of the men.

A girl rushed to a closet and brought a long slender-like plastic implement
to the men before disappearing once again to await any call for service.

It was a plastic tube like thing no wider than a pipe cleaner, but seemed
like a tiny dildo of sorts.

The men had Shrummer lick and suck the end of it. Then it was lubed and
oiled....as was the head of Shrum's cock. The men were tugging and pulling at
Robbie's prick stretching it beyond the limits of his skins again and again.

Then the poor kid screamed bloody murder as they pulled his pee hole slit
wide and stretched it and poured oil and lube into it and spit on it while
digging something into it. Robbie couldn't see anything, except when his tear-filled
eyes cleared once in a while he saw the video of it on the ceiling above
him....but couldn't figure out what all the pain was from. He actually thought for
a moment they were going to either castrate him or mutilate his hanging prize.

But no....n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! That would have been tooooooo good for him.


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