Date: Sun, 2 May 2010 19:22:21 -0700 From: J H Subject: A Private's Life, Part III Madsen nodded. "Great. See you tomorrow then, Sir?" "Yeah, Madsen," Parker said. He leaned forward, and the screen went blank. LTC Madsen turned and saw I was bent over the table, my ass still up in the air. "You still here, Private Fuckhole? Get dressed, and get back to the barracks." "Yes Sir," I said. I pulled on my clothes. With only the jockstrap on, I hoped that none of the accumulated jizz would drip out of my hole as I walked back to the barracks. Madsen zipped up his BDUs, and scribbled out note. He folded the note once, and handed it to me. "Give this to the Sergeant," he said. "You can read it on your walk back, Private Fuckhole." I stood there, not sure if I had just been dismissed or not. The LTCq answered my question quickly. "Dismissed Soldier," he said. "And see you soon," he added, an evil grin on his face. I got out of the building as fast as I could. I wondered who else had seen me getting nailed by the LTC, other than the mysterious Parker by video. I didn't want to know if the entire scene had been recorded. As I walked back, I took out the note LTC Madsen had given me, unfolded it and read. "Sgt Hill- "If this is the best piece of ass on base, I don't want to see the worst. At least his hole was full of cum. "He'll do. Send him over tomorrow as we talked. "Madsen" Even completely alone in the middle of a parade field, my face turned red. I had wanted LTC Madsen to enjoy fucking me; his implicit put-down of the fuck was like a punch in the stomach. I dreaded how the Sergeant was going to respond to the note. I had no doubt I'd be doing double PT for the rest of the month. It would probably begin right after the last fuck of tonight. He'd want my body and ass in perfect shape for the next time Madsen was on base. When I got back to the barracks, the Sergeant was waiting for me. I handed over the note wordlessly, and stood stiffly, waiting for him to read the note. He read it over a few times, like he didn't believe what it said. Then he laughed. "You impressed the LTC, Private" he said. "He hasn't like any of the other guys I've sent to him." It was hard for me to suppress my smile at the Sergeant's comment. It seemed the LTC was not one for praise. The Sergeant continued, "But, if he wants you tomorrow, you'll ned to rest up, Private. What he has planned for you won't be an easy experience." With a nod of his head, he dismissed me, and I fell into my bunk, grateful for finally having the chance to sleep. Around 2300, I was shaken awake. The lights in the barracks had already been turned off. One of the many soldiers had come back from patrol duty, and needed relief from his throbbing cock. "Get me off, cocksucker," he said, pulling my head to his crotch. Even before I had completely woken up, I had gotten down on my knees, kneeling in front of him. He pants were unzipped with his cock stikcing out. I took his dick head into my mouth, not bothering to see who it was. It didn't matter. I was going to have to get him off regardless of my desires or needs. Once in my mouth, his cock got hard quickly. He started to fuck my face aggressively, badly needing the release I was going to give him. I did my best to accommodate his manhood, relaxing my throat and letting him slide all the way in. Over the past few months, I had developed more experience in giving head than I had ever wanted. I had lost count of how many guys I had sucked off within the first week of becoming the company cocksucker. But the first guy of the night was still uncomfortable. I had to work to get his cockhead into my throat without gagging. The anonymous soldier I was servicing was determined to get me used to a hard cock jammed down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head, and pushed the entire length of his shaft into me, right down my throat. I was able to get one last gasp of air before his manhood blocked off my aiway. He wasn't going to settle for bad or even avaerage head, and made sure I was right up against his balls, taking the entire length of his cock down my throat. I forced myself to relax, repressing my instinctive urge to gag. After what seemed like an eternity, I got used to the very familiar feeling of a hard dick in my throat. The few times I had been able to see a clock, I knew it took me only about fifteen to thirty seconds to get completely used to the invasion of my throat by another man's penis. But those seconds felt like hours as every part of my body rebelled against its subjugation by another man's phallus. I wondered if women had the same reaction, when they tried to deep throat a man's cock. However, tonight, I didn't have time to ponder such questions. As soon as my unknown dick donor thought I had enough time to get adjusted to his cock, he started a forceful attack on my mouth and throat. His dick slid in and out of my mouth, getting wet with my spit. He held on to my head, making sure that even if I wanted too, I wouldn't be able to avoid choking down his shaft. With his powerful strokes landing his cockhead deep in my throat, it didn't take much for him to cum. A few minutes after he first roused me from my sleep, he grunted, and I felt his warm pre-cum drip into my throat. "Swallow my load, cum dumpster," he told me. Even if he had given me a choice, I knew my place. I wanted his sperm, hoping it would make me a man, a man like him. With a loud moan, his thick jizz spurted into my throat. He pumped out a big wad of dickcream, making sure that every drop ended up in my stomach. Once spent, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and slapped my face with it to get out the last bit of jizz. "Good job, cocksucker," he said and ambled off into the barracks. I thought I knew who it was, but in the dim light, I wasn't completely sure. Not that it really mattered. I had done my job: I had gotten him hard, and given him a warm mouth to fuck and shoot his load. He wouldn't have to jerk off this evening. He was only the first man of the night. I wasn't surprised when another guy showed up at my bed a few minutes later. In the dark, I couldn't tell who it was. I didn't care. I was cocksucker now, just an eager mouth for these men's tools. I dropped to my knees, expertly undoing his pants, and pulling out his shaft. As I pulled out his penis, I felt it was uncut. Only a few guys in the company were uncut, and this one didn't have the familiar feel of a cock I had serviced before. "Go for it, faggot," he said. He had a bit of an accent. I wondered if he was one of the coalition soldiers saying on base. One of them had fucked me a few days ago, and had promised to tell his comrades about me. Or threatened to tell them about me. It was hard to tell. Once more, I couldn't think too hard about how he had found me. His cock needed my undivided attention. I took his cock head into my mouth, running my tongue under his foreskin. It was a little musky, but I didn't care. I was in the zone now, happy to be on my knees and giving my fellow soldiers the pleasure they so richly deserved. My cock was starting to throb, but I knew I wouldn't touch it until tomorrow morning, after the Sargeant got off. It wasn't my position to expect anything from these men other than their cum. It was my position to give them whatever pleasure they needed and wanted. Over the past few short months, I had learned to take my pleasure from their hard cocks pounding my holes and the release they had from shooting inside of me. The uncut man was standing there stiffly, letting me do all the work on his rod. He was getting close, his breathing had gotten shallow, and his balls had pulled up tight.I kept on milking him, trying to get his load out. Finally, he thrust into me and his cock hitting the back of my throat. I could feel the throb of his shaft and the warm spurt of cum hitting my tonsils. I pulled off his cock a bit, letting the next spurt fill my mouth. It was bitter and salty, but I knew what I had to do. I swallowed every drop of his precious jizz. A few spurts later, he was spent. "Thanks, faggot. I'll have to feed you again soon," he said. Then he zipped up and was away before I had even swallowed the last of his spooge. The parade of men went on for several more hours. It never occured to me to worry about who it was I was pleasuring. It was more important to make sure they were getting off. I wanted their cock and sperm too badly to be picky. Men used my mouth and ass, dumping their stored-up jizz into my holes. I didn't care. I knew what I was here for. Finally, around 0300, I got back into bed and no one else disturbed me. My stomach was filled with jizz, and I could feel several loads getting absorbed into my ass. I fell asleep quickly. I was content in the knowledge that I had done my job as a cum dump, but I wondered what the Sergeant, LTC Madsen and Parker had planned for me in the morning.