Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 09:15:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sailor and Seargeant 13

Chad was hurting. His chute ached every time he moved, a reminder of what
he had gone through in the past day. The ride up to the hills from town
didn't take as long as Ritchie had thought and they were soon at the
gate. An tan uniformed officer leaning against a tan County Park Ranger
truck walked to the car as they pulled off the road onto the gravel
drive. "What can I help you guys with today?" Ritchie said, "Were here to
see Steve". The Ranger nodded at Ritchie and said, "you know the way". They
proceeded on the two mile drive up the gravel road to the main farm house.
After parking the car they walked up the steps to the open front door and
let themselves in.

"Hey gentlemen", the leathered up biker dude sitting behind the front desk
called out. "We're here to see Steve". Nodding as if to be expecting them,
he asked "Which one of you is Chad?". The bounding Sailor stepped forward
and said "I am". The man looked at him admiringly and said, "Good. You need
to go upstairs, Steve is waiting for you".  Chad looked at Surfer
quizzically. "Go ahead, I`ll see ya later on".

Dressed in chamo pants and his favorite gray faded NAVY T-shirt, and black
Doc Martens, Chad walked up the steps with his heart starting to pound.  As
he topped the stairs a man's voice from a room to the left said, "Come
in". Chad's heart raced as he recognized the man who took his
virginity. Sgt Ramos sat in a leather chair behind a large desk.  Wrinkling
his thick brow, "You're Steve?', Chad asked as if uncovering some kind of
joke. "There is no Steve, just me", Ramos answered. "God ahead, have a
seat."

The Sailor sat stiffly in the leather chair in front of the desk as Sgt
Ramos began to talk. "How are you doing there son"? Ramos asked. "I`m
alright. What is this little meeting about?" Chad answered. "Son, you have
showed remarkable character and attitude throughout the events that have
lead you to this room. I know you have been through a lot. I have taken the
opportunity to review your application to the academy, your records and
talked to your superiors in the Navy.

They speak very highly of your qualifications. I know you are going to make
an outstanding police officer." Chad let out a breath of relief for a
moment and nodded in acknowledgement of Ramos's compliments. "I presume
that Ritchie has shared with you that I am planning to help you through the
process at the academy and my hope that you might want to join my
team?". Sensing that he was talking to his future superior officer Chad
took a more professional tone, "Yes sir, that is correct. I really
appreciate your help and I want to be a part of your team", he answered
resolutely.

Sgt Ramos smiled and leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigar.
"Excellent! Then let me tell you a little bit being on my team here." Ramos
offered. "You and me, we share a common desire, a common thread you know?
Being on my team means you need to be a part of the Brotherhood here. All
of us, these men outside share our common thread. We are an Order of sorts
here. We are closer than any family, association, or union out there. Our
common thread is one that is kept between us. We don't talk about it. We
don't have a website. We don't write letters to the editor."

Chad sat still as he listened. Sgt Ramos went on, "We are men of power and
love for our brothers. I know that you having been in the military know
what that means. We take that to a higher level. Once you are one with our
brotherhood, you are always one of us no matter what. We are of one seed."
The Sailor really hungered for what Ramos was laying out, it was this
desire for camaraderie, for a closeness to other men that he felt in the
Navy but rose to the next level of in the past month. It was almost turning
him on as he listened. Ramos continued, "But you to become one of us, you
have to give of yourself and make a commitment to the brothers".

Chad asked looking Sgt Ramos in the eye and said, "So how do I join?"

The Sgt took a long drag off his Cohiba and let out the smoke. Clearing his
throat Ramos answered, "Well, there of course is a formal oath. More
importantly and relevant to this conversation you have to pass an
initiation that starts right now if you accept. It is not an easy one and
there are no do overs. You are going to have to really want this to make it
through the next couple of days. Do you think you have what it takes?" With
a shot of nervous voltage and want Chad stood up and stated
authoritatively, "I want it Sir. I want very much to become part of the
brotherhood Sir" Chad pleaded. Sgt. Ramos smiled, "Then we shall begin the
festivities." Sgt Ramos showed him down the steps.

Two well built men were waiting in the foyer. They were both wearing Levis
and black T-Shirts with bright yellow police logos on the pockets. "Come
with us", one of them said to Chad as they motioned him to follow. Sgt
Ramos smiled at Chad and departed "Good luck son". The two men escorted him
out the door of the farm house and up the small gravel drive to across the
courtyard the barn. A gathered and conversing group of about 20 men dressed
in various get-ups of leather, biker, cop, and militaria were hanging out
at a small outdoor bar drinking beer from a keg. They stopped their
conversations to stare as the Sailor and his escorts passed by.

One of the men tapped the Sailor on the shoulder and said, "Salute them!
They are your superiors right now". Chad felt a pang of nervousness and
intimidation as the collection of rough hewn and masculine buff men began
smiling and ogling at him, some grabbed their crotch and smiled at him
hungrily. The Sailor stopped before them and gave them his best military
salute. They all laughed and jeered. He felt like a new fish entering the
jail.

After they passed through the large open doors of the wooden barn Chad
could see a small raised platform stage with rows of wooden benches arrayed
out from it on a dirt floor. The stage had a few wicked furnishings and
devices he knew were for him. On the either side of the barn walls were
gated horse stalls and various tack storage areas. There was a slight smell
of raw leather, hay and horse shit, but the place was otherwise clean. The
two men led him to the stage and up the steps to the leather bound table
with fixed stirrups.

A man with huge arms that at first looked like a WF wrestler was standing
next to it. The man was bald with a huge bushy brown goatee and leather
straps on his upper arms. He wore a dirtied jock strap under a pair of
brown leather chaps and had a set of leather work-boots big enough to crush
his head.  He had a deeply tanned and defined set of abs, bulging pecs, and
a gold chain around his neck. He asked, "So, this is our new recruit?", and
smiled admiringly at the nervous Sailor.

"I'm your Drill Sergeant this weekend", he said to Chad eyeing him like a
piece of ass. "And you are the my Recruit". The Sailor felt the hands of
his two escorts on his neck and shoulders. In a swift motion, they forced
Chad to his knees. Drill Sergeant was pulling his browned and yellowed jock
aside while the two men held him by the shoulders. "Let's see how well you
show respect to you superiors", he said as he pulled his rubbery uncut cock
from his pants and slapped it against Chad's face. He pumped it a couple of
times to size as Chad made his first attempts at mouthing it.

He inhaled he smelled the rank odor of Drill Sergeant 's hardening tool. He
must not have bathed in days Chad thought. His crotch smelled ripe of sweat
and piss like he had never smelled before. "Suck it Recruit!" Drill
Sergeant ordered as he grabbed Chad's head and forced fed him his fat
cock. Chad felt the stinky shaft slide across his tongue and to the back of
his throat, triggering his gag reflex. The taste his rank shaft made him
hesitate and back away at first. "That wont do boy!" Drill Sergeant barked
and shoved himself back down Chad's throat with force and began fucking his
skull mercilessly.

The smell and taste this man's dirty tool combined with the leather of his
chaps finally sank in. After a minute, Chad caught up with him and began
sucking and slurping his Drill Sergeant cock aggressively while the two men
behind him held him tightly. "That's better!, That's better! Suck that
cock! Get used to it! You got over 20 men to please this weekend!", the
Master taunted as he thrusted Sailor's face with his meat. "Squeeze my
balls", he ordered as Chad was working up a sweat. The Sailor raised one of
his hands and circum-coddled his nuts, giving them a deft pull and
squeeze. "Uuhho, yeah that's it boy, that's good shit!" Drill Sergeant
complimented.

Soon the Drill Sergeant grasped Sailor's buzzed skull tightly and planted
his exploding cock deep into his throat, bucking him hard two or three
times as hot cum escaped around Chad's tight lips. "You better swallow
every last drop boy" Drill Sergeant said, "You are on an all cum diet this
weekend. So unless you want to go hungry, you better savor every last
drop!" As Drill Sergeant 's sticky load ran down his chin, Chad writhed his
tongue to keep it from spurting out all over, licking and slurping at his
warm salty seed. The Drill Sergeant pulled his spent meat from Sailor's
mouth and printed up his red face with the dripping end of his cock. "Clean
out the end of my cock!". Chad followed his order and ran his tongue in and
out of the foreskin folds at the end of his Master's cock, cleaning out
every last drop and bit of salty pasty scum.

Releasing his skull and shoving him away, Drill Sergeant pulled his
shrinking tool back into his jock strap. He looked at the two men behind
him and said, "Okay get him ready for the breeding". He then looked down at
Sailor and nudged his chin up to face him.  Chad swallowed the last streams
of Drill Sergeant`s feeding juice and a sizeable lump of apprehension.
"Good job boy.", Drill Sergeant complimented as he patted him on the head
like a dog. "Do what these men tell you and I'll see you a little later".
He then let himself out of the barn and the two men went to work.

To Be Continued