Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2006 11:26:41 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Raw Recruits.  Chapter 16.

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Recruits. Chapter 16.

In Sarge's quarters at the barracks:

Once the spittle soaked kid's mouth was 'O'd open wide by the ring, Sarge
tightened the strap behind his head. He cuffed Stevie and hung him by chains on
Shrummie's hooks, just the right height to feed on Robbie's toy soldier dick,
and his toes dragged the floor.

With all the training the whitie boots had been getting from their black
platoon 'buddies' and Sarge it was becoming less and less of a chore to deep a
dude's cock. It always was a bit of a challenge with all the spit and gagging but
they all 'sank' to the task. As did Stevie....hanging mouth high into Shrum's
cock....

Sarge stood to the side and ordered Shrummer to fuck his 'O' ringed suckbuddy
in the face and to deep him every fifth stroke. The strain was incredible as
the boy started to rock his body forward and back to feedfuck his wick to
Stevie's wide open mouth.

Steve was slow to get with the tongue swirl cock sucking and Sarge took to
waling his ass with the poly tines till he 'remembered' how to do it.

In response, Steve dove so hard onto Shrummie's cock he gagged right off when
the kid's dickhead filled his throathole that first time. Without his lips to
slow the intrusion he was shocked by the sudden force of his own thrust...his
mouth was just an open gaping hole now with nothing to slow his approach but
that raspy tongue that he'd avoided swabbing boyprick with earlier. The
dryness of the open air 'cavern' redoubled the pain of boycock'sertion, too.

As the twilight shaded to darkness outside, there was the constant 'Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack!' to be heard throughout the two rooms of Sarge's suite of toy
teen soldier training. The 'Gwawk! Gwulup!' of fine tooled boy throat-deeping
kep' on keepin' on through the evening.

Sarge freed one of Stevie's hands from the chain it was hooked to and gave
him the tines to whip Shrummy's inner thighs every few moments while Sarge
grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned on the TV.

When Sarge came back from the other room, Stevie was just hung there by one
hand, mouth so wide and numbed, spit collecting on and under his tongue. His
free hand hung limp just holding onto the whipping tines while Stevie stared up
at Robbie's soulful being trembling there.

"DO YU LUV YUR BUDDY TROOP LIKE A BRO, FAGGOT?"

"G-gskirr!" was all the 'O' ring woud allow in the way of an answer while
nodding.

"DO YOU WANNA SEE HIM CRY LIKE A PUSSY ALL NIGHT???"

"Oh-uh-ooshur!" Carey answered shaking his head.

"I guess that means 'No?' ....that right?" Sarge asked him and the distorted
teen face nodded slowly.

"You can stop it if'n you whip him. Whip him! Whip him till yur arm is sore!
WHIP HIM GODDAMIT til he CAIN'T cry no mo'!!! GET IT!!!!???"

Carey was shattered and hung there twisting by his one wrist convulsing from
the battering head games of his sergeant who wanted him to whip his buddy
boot. He just couldn't. He couldn't do it. He cried and jerked around on his chain
tether with all the spitgoo drooling out of his wide open mouth. The fact
that he couldn't swallow was enough torture in itself.

Sarge was shaking his head as he grabbed onto the kid's nuts and squeezed
till not only did Carey come out of his hanging slump, but he was all the way up
his tip toes and trying to get higher, peddling his teenboi feet in the air to
get away from the terrible nutcrunching pain his sergeant was inflicting on
him for not whipping Robbie.

"Uhcc...ahm orreh...ahya....obba or ahl....hak 'ake uch ahamuh", Stevie tried
to apologize for failing his friend....and Robbie just closed his eyes and
shook all over as the first tines struck him lightly....and as Sarge yelled
louder and louder for him to whip Shrummie as hard as he could and till his arm
fell off...he waled Shrummie harder and harder and harder and
harderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..................

Rolling along in the intersate coach:

Hobbs popped the button and the pants flaps seemed to fold back on their own.
The man was in army green boxers....Bo looked up into his big shiny face and
said, "Yuh-yuh in the Army, m-m-mister???"

"'At's right boi...ain'tchu too?" Hobbs asked as he tightened his fingers on
Bo's wrist and fed the kid's fingers through his fly hole.

"N-N-Noo-ooo...uhh...my broth---I was visit---seeing my brother for the
weekend is all," Bo replied as his eyes went wide as saucers....spit collected in
his mouth....he never felt anything like that on ANY of the dudes that past
weekend.....or anytime in the farmboy funs back home neither!

Hobbs got that big proud shit eating grin across his face, leaned into Bo's
ear and whispered loud enough for the teen in the seat ahead of them to
hear...."It's EEE-LEVEN
inches my man....and eight around!!!!"

Bo's clammy hand dragged up and down the huge black member guided by Hobbs'
own hand. Hobbs kissed the top of Bo's head, and said, "Give it a kiss
boi....be REEEEEEAL friendly....heahhhhh???!"

HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! What was making these black dudes attract to him.
He was becoming a magnet for their attentions. Could it be he somehow
'invited' this attention? Did he WANT it? He thought....."Phwummpphhkk!" He was
snorfin' musky man pubes after Hobbs rammed his prod through Bo's innocent kissing
lips to the back of his mouth.

Hobbs pressed his big lips into the back of Bo's neck, "Yayeeess, boy,
yayessss! You do thet right fine."

The hum of the big tires on the roadway was like background music to the
hummin' ol' Hobbs was gettin' on his tool.

The businessman to their right couldn't get himself under control. The spoo
leaking through his underwears was spotting a half dollar sized silvery wetness
on the front of his dress slacks. His hand is under his balls from outside
his pants. His butthole is fuckin' itchin' like crazy. Mannnnn, whut's got this
dude?

Is it the cute chickenboi cunt working out in fronna him? Or is it the twinky
boi cock hang that makes him drool? O-r-r-r-r-r.....is it Hobbs' black,
spit-slippery, humongo whitie man and boy pleaser? Uhm! Uhm! Uhm! Whut it
beeeeeeeeee???

"Sshhlkkkt! Ssquwaluppk!" Bo wolfed him some BLACK. Oh yeh! Young Bo has been
reborned indeeeeed!!!!

But Hobbs was a broadminded, freethinking, if rabid buttfucking
facefeeder....and while he was surely enjoying the feel of Bo's swirling, sucking tongue
serving his tool, the sight of the pretty boy banging Bo's ass was equally not
lost. Maybe they could make a pit stop overnight at Bo's stop where Hobbs could
advance his breeding of suck-u-lent honky pullets.

Hmmmm.......

Scenes fum the recruits' beer club:

As  dude after dude bought beers for all of the troops of First Platoon,
Brownie and the others reveled in the joy of farming out their five cocksuckers
for trade....this truly was the 'BLACK MARKET!'

Each group of five dudes from First Platoon had one sweetbread butt up at his
table. Trade agreements was made with black boots from the other platoons,
and one after the other, their white pussies, who were still in the fingers and
toes position, hit their knees to 'pay up.'

A look around and it didn't take a whole lotta smarts to see that as more and
more black troops streamed through the door, the club clientele was getting
blacker....and blacker!
With the writing on the wall, so to speak, the white boots from platoons
other than First Platoon enjoying a beer, started slipping out one by one. It
wasn't clear if any other unit in basic training had as large a number of black
recruits to whites as did First Platoon.

The white kids sneaking their asses out of the club were all but on the dead
run leaving half full beers on the bar and at the tables.....they were taking
n-o-o-o-o chances.

Ten minutes after Kanell, Brownie and the rest marched their whitieboi posse
into the club, there wasn't another white dude there! Several of the other
black dudes were getting together and figgerin' out how many blacks to whites was
in their own platoons.

Ohmannnnn! Can yuh stand it????


Raw Recruits. Chapter 16.

Hobbs pulled the suctioning cock puppy off his monster masher and shoved him
to the floor on his knees.

He looked over at the salesman who had a stream of bubbly spittle oozing from
the corner of his mouth while his hand diddled the sticky mess of goo seeping
through the front of his suit pants. There was no shame left for this dude.
He knew what he needed...and it was hanging off Hobbs....and Hobbs knew it too!

In a flash of arm spread and a grasp of the faggot man's shirt at the neck he
had pulled the fucker off his seat on the fly and to his knees against the
floor-pasted Bo to stare up the leaking fuck monster Hobbs had bobbing in front
of the dude's face.

Slowly....s-l-o-w-l-y...the boyman's mouth gaped open and his tongue snaked
out so slowly it was almost agonizing to watch....the guy was trembling for
joy...and fear....and need....and a dream about to be fulfilled.

As he got within a half-inch of the piss hole he could smell it. Tears ran
down his cheeks. He was soooooooo happy it was finally gonna happen!

'SSSSMACKKKK!' Hobbs bashed the poor fucker's forehead with a thunderous
roundhouse slap that knocked the senses out of him and he slumped into Bo's
balls-naked crotch there crumpled against him on the floor.

Even the bash to his head did not knock enough out of him to not realize
where his face was....and Bo jerked up with the sensations of the man's tongue
snoofing his cock into his sweat-drooly face.

The twinker hanging over the seat who had been reaming Bo's bunger smiled as
he saw Bo getting a little thrill in the darkness between Hobbs' feet on the
floor. If Bo could even think anymore he'd be smiling and shaking his head too
at the sight of this grown up, young dude, not more than 10 years older than
himself, reduced to snerfling cocksucker on the floor of a public interstate
cruiser with the lights of passing cars strobing over the bucking body of young
Bo and the bobbing head of his shameless cocksucker.

"Eulaffa! Eulaffa depot ladies and gentlemen. Please remain seated until the
coach has shut down at the gate....thank you for riding with us," came the
announcement of Bo's stop.

Hobbs was merciless. With his boot foot under the neck of the sucking face,
he shoved the young cocksucking salesman out into the aisle sprawled on his
back. "My duffle's in the baggage compartment....get out and get it from the
driver, shithole, and wait at attention there until me and these here pullets
joins yuh," Hobbs ordered him.

Bo didn't have any bags with him of course. It was only to have been a really
short weekend for him to be with his brother, and he could use Carter's stuff
if necessary at the barracks.....showers, too. Of course, who'd a thought
he'd get to be 'used' his own self? Fuckin' EVERYwhere from the minute Sarge
spied him at the orderly room when he checked in looking for his bro, Carter
Osborne, Private boot, newly, any and every black man's cumdump!

Hobbs zipped himself, and told the twinker in the seat ahead he was joining
them on departure. The kid flustered up, and Hobbs said, "Shaddup! Grab yur
gear, give it to the faggot there to carry and get the fuck off the bus. Yu'll
get the next one coming through in the morning. Sullenly, the now fearful punk
slinked up the aisle and off the bus with a weak nod and smile to the driver as
he tromped down the steps onto the pavement.

Hobbs had Bo take off the rest of his duds down to his boxers and bare feet.
The shamey kid was told to roll his stuff inside his jeans like a swimming
towel and give it the other faggot on the floor with him.

"Whusyuh name, bitch?" Hobbs asked the floor-borne cocksucker.

"J-Juh-Jam-e-son, s-s-sir.....B-Barry J-Jameson," he answered.

"'At's fine, faggot...I mean the SIR part...that's a'kay...but yur name's
'BITCH'...got it?!!"

Shivers ran up the young dude's spine through the sweat stream down soaking
his dress shirt, as he nodded gratefully, and said, "Yes-yayesssir....Bitch..
...sir....I.....I got it."

Jameson took the rolled up clothes from Bo and trundled up the aisle a
disheveled mess to get the big black man's duffle and wait for him in the depot
parking lot.

As bad a shape as he was, he knew he could handle the twink's backpack, Bo's
clothes roll and Hobbs' duffle all alone. Presence of mind had him ask the
driver to have his own bags checked to his own stop further up the route.

The driver was stunned at the sight of the dude and his clothes but didn't
say anything. Barry started to explain, and figured it wasn't worth the effort
as the driver dropped Hobbs' huge heavy duffle at his feet.

Throwing the twinky's pack over his shoulder, and stuffing Bo's jeans roll in
as far as he could into the backpack, he gave himself half a chance to handle
the big duffle with both arms and hands.

He dragged it off to the side and leaned it against his leg as he stood erect
and at attention with his clothes hanging like so many rags off his frame.
One shirt tail in, one out...tie twisted to one side, and collar open wide and
wrinkled....

The twink who had already gotten off, had gone for a soda and was sucking it
down in gulp after gulp making the erect stranger carrying his pack feel even
thirstier as he watched the kid's adam's apple rocking up and down his slender
neck.

Soon enough Bo came nimbly down the steps in his barefeet flinching and
jerkin every time he stepped on a pebble in the lot. Hobbs pushed him ahead of him
and they made their way to where his 'bitch' was waiting with the luggage.

He shoved the three malecunt into a row, shoulder to shoulder and stood
before them like the sergeant he was at inspection snickering to himself at what
he'd be screaming if he was back at the post and these three poor excuses for
human drek had appeared before him at roll call.

Madding up, he asked Bo where the nearest digs was to 'hole up' for the
night. Bo nervously pointed up the street from the depot to a flickering neon sign
that flashed above a motel out of another era in time.....the 'Vacancy' sign
said, "V c ncy" and flickered irregularly looking like it was gonna blow any
second.

He grabbed at Barry's shirt collar again and pulled him forward then shoved
him ahead....and as Barry stumbled forward, Hobbs raged, "You stupid
mothahfukkah...you forgot the duffle!"

But before Barry could even turn around Hobbs had picked the heavy bag up
with one hand and heaved it into Jameson's upper back sending him sprawling on
his face with the bag pancaking over top of him after he planted.

Hobbs laughed...and the two kids didn't know if they better laugh...knowing
the next bad news from Hobbs could very well befall them.

They started to hold onto each other in spite of the twinkyboi having plowed
Bo a new asshole on the bus.

Hobbs would have none of that and yanked them apart and shoved them forward
in single file ahead of him with the duffle-bearing, wiped out older guy trying
to make it the few blocks up the street.

Some saving grace was the fact that these old southern towns roll up the sid
ewalks in the evening and there is little or no street lighting. Just a half
block from the depot they were in the dark following the flicker of the motel
sign.

Hobbs pulled Jameson's wallet from his pocket and took a credit card out to
pay for the room, and all of the cash.

These kind of places usually have young kids manning the desk who'll do
anything for a coupl'a bucks. After signing in, he gave the kid ten bucks and told
him when he frees up, to go get some beer and bring it the room. The kid's
face lit up at the sight of the two fives waving before him, and before Hobbs
took two steps out the office door, the kid was hightailing it up the road to get
the beer for Hobbs.

Hobbs had barely lined the kids and Jameson up shoulder to shoulder at the
foot of the bed, butt naked, when the office flunky was banging at the door with
the beer.

Hobbs stepped outside and took the beer, and smoothed a big black hand up
around the kid's shoulder to his neck and asked, "When's yur shift over, kid?"

"6 in'a mawnin' suh....'n muh relief comes....but I got a hour's break at
midnight and I usually hang here and my buds bring over some pizza, or we raise
hell through town with  our cars.

"Good...bring me some mo' beer during yur break, and maybe some burgers 'n
dogs. Get me some breakfast somewheres when you get off, and I take care'a yuh
then."
Hobbs directed like he was one of his troops.

"Yessir...ah will....an' it won't cawss yuh much neither, cuz my sissuh works
the diner here," the doof responded, and Hobbs turned back into the room
leaving the kid trying to look around him to see if anyone else was in the room.

Failing that, the kid shrugged and fondled the change money Hobbs let him
keep in his pants pocket....getting a little funnin' at his dickhead at the same
time as he walked back to the office getting more bowlegged as he went. You
right. He'll be wanking that thing in about 30 seconds bareass behind the
counter with his tongue floopin' out and gaspin' calls to his honey hole, Amy
Lou.....oh yehhhhh!

Back at the room, Hobbs had ambled over before his 'troops' and with both
hands clasped behind, he.....'SMACK! SMACK!            SMACK!'  he rotated back
to the right and whipped first the right hand from behind waling the twinky's
left cheek...then a smart side step left as his right hand returned behind his
back and a quarter swivel back to his left and out came the big black left
hand to Bo's right cheek....another sidestep and the same 1/4 turn back to the
right, and Jameson flinched, jerking his head away. Hobbs faked the slap move
and when Jameson opened his clenched eyes after ducking back, he took a right
AND a left. Both cheeks glowed crimson after blanching bright pinky white at
first, outlining every finger and the palm.

Tears streamed from all three of the whitie dorfs.

Their trembling bodies could barely stay up and erect on their sore
knees....but kneel at attention they did.

In the middle of the three, Bo felt the arms of the others slump into him
time and again before the young dudes re-stronged and stiffed up straight on
their knees.

Hobbs, his white teeth glowing out of that coal black face, asked first
'twinky', and then Bo, what was the lowest form of 'almost' fuckin' human in their
eyes.

They both shivered thinking he was goading them into saying something that
Hobbs, or black dudes, was. Not biting, they just stared up like puppies waiting
for treats, lips quivering wordlessly.

Hobbs laughed and said, "I guess y'awl needs a learning that you won't never
ferget."

He stuck three fingers through Barry's lips and pulled him forward, then
flipped him over backwards to the floor with his head down between Bo and the
twinker, with the rest of him out away, his knees bent back with his feet under
him. The strain was horrible on his super-extended knees as he lay back arched
up at the belly, his head on the floor.

Hobbs then said, "Okay pullets, sit up on the bed and hug together so you can
get all four of your feet on the faggotass's face."

Rushing to get up and do as they were told the kids kept bumping each other
and staggering on their weakened knees till they were finally huddled with arms
around each others' shoulders and pushing their feet onto Barry Jameson's
face. "Lick them feets, boi!" screamed Hobbs. "THAT my fine feathered
sweetbreads, THAT is the lowest of the human form....a fuckin' whitey-assed, foot suckin'
queer!"

The kids couldn't help it, but they giggled from the tickly tongue working
into the soles, insteps and wiggly toes of their squirmy, face mashing feet. It
got harder and harder for Barry as Hobbs made the boys press hard into and all
over the young dude's face. For his part Hobbs was working a combat boot up
and under Barry's nuts and stepping down on the flesh around his butthole.
Muffled screams emerged from between naked boy feet each time Hobbs
'hobnail-scrunched' Barry's butthole skins to the floor.

Soon he dragged the two kids off into the bathroom and flopped them on the
floor of the tub. Whipping out his meaty black dong he blasted the two of them
from hair to balls to toes with his piss. "HAWWWWWWWWWWWW! Betchu redneck
faggots cain't wait to tell yo' asshole buddies how yo' loves niggah piss!!!
HAWWWWWWW!!!!" he roared as the kids ducked and dodged the firehose-like manstream.

"Get them tongues out you fucking queens, and lick that sweet 'lixir!"
Roaring again in the sheer pleasure of what he was doing to these honky dweebs, he
reached in and turned the cold water on to blast over them shocking a new round
of screams out of them. He gave them the soap and told them to wash each
other's body clean without getting off the floor of the tub and then dry off and
come back into the bedroom within five minutes, "...and that includes fingerin'
out yur bungholes too, faggots!" Hobbs ordered as he went back into the
bedroom....but not before he pushed Bo's face into the twink's crease and bellowed
for him to "...suck out that shit box, boy!! Then SWAP!!"

Shamed to be sloshing around in piss, and worse, eating each'n other's
assholes out, the kids washed themselves in record time including finger-frigging
each other's hole. While still drying themselves, shivering from the cold
water, they gawked at the sight as they shuffled, naked-assed back to report to
Hobbs.

Barry was crouched on his haunches in an easy chair by the bed....his head
was bent back over the seat back with his adam's apple facing the ceiling
bobbing back and forth in his neck as he swallowed over and over again on Hobbs'
meaty black dong!

There were "Squisskks! Skwuckks! Gwawllkss! Cucchhs!" from deep in the dude's
throat. His lips could barely close on the meat with his mouth seemingly
hinged at the
forced-open throat.

Hobbs was rocking up and back from above and behind the poor guy's head and
face. His huge mooshy balls spread all over Barry's forehead, eyes and nose.
The dude's hands clenched the arms the chair so tightly they were
white-knuckled....same with his curled under toes digging into and out over the front edge
of the cushion.

The poor fucker was trying to push himself up and back further to ease the
pressure on his neck while he gasped for air, only to have Hobbs lean back, take
another slug of beer down his own gullet and ram the kid's throat that much
deeper and harder, shoving his massive fingers deep into the kid's cock-stuffed
mouth, roaring "SWALLER IT, FUCKAH!!!"

Finishing the last of his first beer, Hobbs flipped the can at the boys
coming out of the bathroom and twinker boi caught it after fumbling it up in the
air twice, and dumped it into the trash.

He motioned for the kids to bring him another beer and come to the chair and
had Bo wrap a hand around Barry's nuts and squeeze till he screamed. The
blood-curdling scream, muffled by deep-dived mandick, made Hobbs smile. He looked
at twinkster and said, "You'll learn how fun that is boy, to fuck face while
you squeeze yur cocksucker's balls....the screaming vibrates over yur cock and
"Uh! Unnnnnngghhh! Uh! Uh! Ohyeh! Sooogooood!" ....... and then after a long
silent moment, Hobbs finished saying, ".......and then....yuh cums....and
cumms....and cummmmmmmms!!!

Hobbs mercilessly yanked his seed-feeder out of Barry's throat and the poor
gagging, gasping motherfucker thought his insides were coming out with it.

Without much time to think about it, Hobbs reached over Barry, yanked his
ankles up dropped him onto his neck pulling his feet over the back of the chair
where he installed the twinkboi to hold them immobile. Hobbs went to his duffle
and foraged around till a big shiteating grin came over his face and he
pulled out a huge dildo....thick....black...angry with gnarly veins and knots, and
maybe eight or nine inches long.

He walked over and squeezed his upper arm around the top of Bo's head as he
fed the big dong into his mouth, "Suck on it crackahboi....slick it up real
nice."

Bo wolfed over the huge rubber dong and slobber-gooed it to please Hobbs as
fast as he could. After-while Hobbs wrenched him by the head still vice-gripped
in that big upper arm and told him to feed it through Jameson's virgin
pussyhole.

"Lemme see whutchu knows, boi. Fuck him wid'dat! Fuck him H-A-R-D!"

His neck and face bent up into the cushion and seatback of the chair, Barry
was wide eyed in new fear as the big dildo sought entry into his brandy new,
never been touched, boy box.

"You married, dere, doe-eyes?" Hobbs barked at the soulful looking Barry.

"Y-Y-Yahhowwwwwwawwww!" Barry sqwalled then groaned from Bo's first attempt
to get the black rubber dickhead through his sensitive bunger petals of flesh.

"Ha! Now yu gonna find out whut yur wife feels like when she puts out for all
that black cock in town when you away!! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaha!"  Hobbs was
hysterical. Barry cried. Hobbs took hold of Bo's hand and speed-deeped the
hardfuck of Barry's butt till the young dude was bouncing up and down in the
cushion and soon he was rocking on and into the fucking he was taking...."Yahh!"
he boasted, "Ol' Hobbs knows his faggots....they fuckin' NEEDS it!"

Hobbs went around behind the chair, picked up twinkee like he was a toothpick
with one arm around the waist, and sat him down into crease at the back of
the chair on top of Jameson's bent up beet-red, sweat-soaked face. "Eat that
faghole, bitch!" Hobbs roared at Barry who was 'gwulph'ing up into the smaller
white kid's toybox.

He stepped back and admired his production set....bent up queer in the base
of a big cushioned chair taking a dil-dong up his hole from a teen reamer, and
feeding on teenboi asshole at the same time....but something was missing....he
looked around and then spied a pencil on the desk which he gave to Bo. "While
you rammin' him queenie, here, beat his balls with this.....and beat good so
I can hear him crying into that faggot ass he's eatin' out."

He did not want to have the boys' dicks serviced. He wanted their balls to
ache, their pissholes leaking streams of fuckgoo, but no cummin...no way, no
fuckin' how!

Both boys' pricks were already drooling prefuck jizz, and the panting wasn't
just from getting an ass eaten out or getting to ream another. These dudes was
really gettin' intuh this!


Back at camp, what an afternoon it was down at the beer club! 1st Platoon
made out like bandits. There was no end of black cock lined up around each table
where they supplied a white-assed faggot mouth for suckin'. At $5 a load, the
boyz did themselves right fine and they'd surely be kept in beer money for the
rest of camp. They were even negotiating deals with some of the bro's. One
kid for instance said he could blow three loads in 10 minutes and contracted for
3 for $10.

Others were signing up on a waiting list to get them some whiteboi pussy!
There was even talk of inter-barracks overnight whitie rentals!

At the barracks, tuff and muscled Pvt. Paulie Hodge, beaten numb and pliable
while he was strapped up to the shower head, was getting the ram-butt reamage
of a lifetime. As luck would have it, when Sgt. Fenwick left Sergeant Carter
and Shrummie, he walked through the back of the barracks and heard the action
in the head. The sight of an upside down whitebread randy and ready to give up
his toolbox was just too much for ol' Fenny. He stepped in reopening his pants
and floppin' a meaty hog at Paulie's quivering tongue for some fine
fuck-readyin' slickin'.....ohhhh yehhhhhhh!

This was the first time any of the non-coms running the barracks got sight of
the bruthas of 1st Platoon putting the white boot fellow recruits through
service to their black counterparts. Fenwick kept looking from one sweat-shiny
black face to the next, not sure what was going through his mind which was now
driven by his raging cock firing fuck wad pellets through them sluppin'
sweetbread lips and over that honky tongue. Fenny would be thinking hard about that
later that night and would be seeking out Sergeant Carter to brainstorm the
next steps. This whole white-tool faggin' had clearly moved to a higher plane.

Speaking of Sergeant Carter....whewwww! He couldn't get past having Pvt.
Carey work Shrummie's body while the troop hung from the wall of Sarge's quarters.
Talk about moving to another plane....Sarge seemed to be driven by something
newly wicked...a need to let these white punkboys know their new place in the
order of things from here on.

He snatched Carey by the nape of his neck lifting him from his tether where
he had been hanging one-armed against Shrum who he was having to suck and whip
at the same time.   He flung him to his feet and told the bootboi buttwipe to
"Get suckin' on them big black toes'o mine, whitie!" This to be done with that
'O'-ring still affixed into Stevie's mouth.

Meanwhile, Sarge licked a smoothe spot across Robbie's quiver-strained tummy.
Then he  moved his palm in ever widening circles over the shiny spot he made
there. Shrummer was almost purring in the soothing feels of his Sarge. Just
like abused kids, he'd do anything to make his Sarge love him. Sooooo nice was
his Sarge rubbing the toytool's belly.

Then the smoothing hand, while Sarge nuzzled into Shrum's neck under his left
ear, where he tongued the kid's neck............balled a fist and pummeled
Shrummy's belly, doubling the sad fuck-up against the wall. The kid's knees came
up in reflex and he completly deflated while 'Gwalwk'ing from the pain, shock
and force of Sarge's brutal assault.

The shrieking screams from Shrum had Carey licking ravenously and faster and
harder into Sarge's toes to hopefully so please the big man to keep his own
self from being 'deflated' as well.

Sarge stood back from Shrum with Carey crawling all around the floor so as
not to let his tongue leave touch with those spitshined ebony feet.

Sarge was just about to kick the annoying drag on his foot before he realized
he was being serviced.

Looking down at the dumbass white tool, he wiggled his toes into the kid's
mouth a little, gripping behind the kid's bottom teeth and 'O'-ring, and pulling
him a ways across the floor snickering. Soon enough he grabbed Stevie up by
his arm, heaving him into a newly gasping Shrum where he hung from his arms
wrapped around the kid up against the wall.

As Sarge lay back on the bed he flipped his riding crop at the two doofs hang
ing to each other by the wall. Shrum's legs curled around behind Carey and he
hugged his buddy into him while tugging in vain at his arm restraints. The
whip bounced off Carey's butt to the floor. Sarge liked the sight of Shrum
leg-hugging Carey into him like he was, and got up taking hold of the riding crop he
initially wanted Carey to beat the other dude's feet with.

Now he still was gonna beat Shrum's soles again, but with Carey feeling every
twinge and jerk of the foot-beaten toy soldier.

Pretty soon Robbie's already well-beaten feet were jerking hard into Carey's
back as he vainly tried to pull them back and away from the menacing leather
horse whip.

Tears streamed down Shrummie's face as his feet were unmercifully whipped.

Back in the head, Fenwick got control of what was doin' with the black troops
putting whitie to service, and then pulled his meat from Paulie's face and
stood back juicing it with his fingers while directing the five black troops to
show him how they gang whitebread ass and face. Fucking elated, the black kids
mounted Paulie Hodge's upturned ass while he lay on his back on the shower
room floor and fed his face as well. Fenwick was rock hard and seeping prejack
while giving orders...."You dere! Get the honky's ass up higher and get yur
dick in there 'longside yur bro's.....DOUBLE bang that mutha! MOVE IT!!!!"

The excited black boots were steeled taking orders to plow whitieboy tail.
They were delirious! "Andju...FUCKAH! Get yo' ass on his chest and feed yur dick
in that queer mouth with yur bro's meat!"

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Hodge was getting a double bangin' up
his bung and down his face!!!! His body was jerking uncontrollably from all
the sensations he was feeling in the fevered petals of his tailhole and the need
for air to breath through the mass of blackboi cock flesh filling his
facehole!

Fenwick was crazed with what he was choreographing! He was standing over the
four bucking soldiers pumping his massive peter like mad, crouching into his
own palmfuck as that blackboi team took Paulie down and deep. The feel of their
own cocks rubbing through and against each other....the sensuously gripping
bungwalls of whitepussy and the tongue and lip massage of honky mouth was
sending them all to new highs that could only lead to the wildest, breathless
fuckshot these bruthas ever had in their lives!

Their cockjoy screams echoed out of the head out through the squadbay. At the
other end, and in their own version of sextoy joy, Sarge was now nine inches
deep up into Carey's trooperbox. Heaving, humping and panting in raging
rut-thrust, Sarge had Shrummie's feet hoisted up on top of Carey's shoulders where
he continued to beat them about the tops and toes with orders to Robbie that he
had better not pull them away just because he feels a 'little' pains from the
whip.

Shrummer was screamed out....he was cried out. The tops of his feet and toes
were numb. So were Carey's shoulders fum when Sarge 'missed' Robbie's feet and
hit Carey instead.

It was fabulous! EVERY time he struck Carey's shoulder, the kid soldier
squeezed his sphincter around Sarge's prodding probe and Sarge would get whole new
chills and thrills from his totally absorbing toy soldier buttfuck.

It was not long before roll call and inspection before the start of the
platoon's first ever field problem, but the sextoy workouts went on and on deep
into the night.

It was tough for the newly wallet fattened other troops to sleep in the bay
with all the racket from both the head at one end, and Sarge's quarters at the
other end of the barracks. Every black trooper knew who was getting treated to
the likes of soldier-black. They all had gotten sight of Paulie Hodge being
plowed into next week under the tutelage of Sgt. Fenwick in the bathroom....and
with two other bunks empty, it was academic that Sarge had both Carey and
Shrum, his fave toolhole, in his rooms.

The shrieks, yowls and roaring laughter had every ebony tool in the barracks
hard as steel and leaking big time.

It would only be a matter of time...tired and boozed up as they were, that
they would be having white ass and face toyplay to calm those savage fuck rods
drooling in their boxers.....


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