Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 10:06:32 -0500 (CDT) From: reddyone@webtv.net Subject: My Sargent's Fuck Boy This is a true story of servitude and my being used as a fuck toy while in the U.S. Army. It really is true to the best of my recollections. My mother got pregnant before she was ever married but my father would not assume responsibility and left her to fend for herself so I never actually met my real father. I was two years old when she met as guy and married him. She had two more girls in quick succession and our life as a family began. My stepfather tried not to show partiality but his two girls did get most of the attention. I didn't hold it against him as he was good to my mother and I was taken care of also. Even though I was about two years older than the girls they soon out-grew me in size. I have always had a small frame as well as hands and feet. I could tell from the old pictures that my father was a small man too. I was not big enough to play contact sports but I did make the swim team and won a couple of ribbons. But before all this happened I became my sister's favorite pastime. They would get me in their room and put lipstick on me and sometimes dress me in their clothes. I would walk around the house with my mother's over-size shoes dragging as I walked. My mother would kid me and tell me what a pretty little girl I was. I ended up wearing female clothes a lot until my sisters started to get interested in boys and forgot their pranks. Both my sisters were taller and bigger than me and played soccer so I spent a lot of time alone trying to amuse myself. Finally I graduated from school and since I did not have the funds for college I decided to join the military. My mother was not too happy with my decision but I was anxious to get away from the small town and see some of the world as I had no real ideas what it was like, so I was soon boarding an airforce plane and heading for boot-camp at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri. As the pilot circled the small field to land the old DC6 I felt a little alone and a lttle frightened as I knew I was on my own now and my mother was no longer there to comfort me. I was ushered out of the plane along with eight other recruits and a mean looking sargent started to bark oders at us. We were taken to a grubby old wooden building marked "Quartermaster" and we were issued clothes and other gear we needed to become soldiers. I had so many things I could hardly carry the duffle bag they had given me. Soon we were settled down in our training barracks and given a meal. We were allowed to sleep but were awakened at 4:30 the next morning and my Army life began. The following weeks were hard for me as I was small and some of the physical training was tough. I was trying hard to stay with the bigger guys and one day at bayonet training a big sargent came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder and said in a very kind and understanding way; "I am going to try to help you son if you will pay close attention to what I tell you to do." This type of treatment was not normal in traiing because the NCO's really brow-beat you most of the time. We spent eight weeks in training and with his help I made it through. He seemed to have taken a liking to me and he gave me a lot of breaks that the other guys didn't get. At the end of our training all our families were allowed to come on base and watch us graduate. My family could not make it and I felt a little alone on that day as I watched the other guy's hugging and greeting their relatives. I was sitting on a chair away from the crowd when I heard the familiar voice. "What's the matter kid, family couldn't make it?' I turned to see my sargent friend as he sat down beside me. I told him a little about my life and he put his hand on my shoulder and said," We all have a pass to go to town tonight so why don't you join me for a beer there?" I was impressed that this long-time and decorated soldier would want to spend time with me and I agreed almost instantly. I had never drank beer in my life but soon we were sitting in a little bar in a one-horse town named "Waynesville". As I very tentatively put my first bottle of beer to my lips sargent Pomeroy grinned and said, "First time for booze huh," and I nodded my head. It didn't take long for the beer to get to me and soon I was feelig no pain, talking to everyone that walked by and being generally silly. I don't remember much beyond a certain point but I do know I felt very secure with Pomroy as I had started to call him . He just sat and smiled as I had my first experience with booze. I got so drunk that my memory went blank until I woke up about 3 o'clock in the morning from a sharp pain in my groin area. I was lieing face down on a bed in a dimly lit room. My beer clouded brain tried to comprehend what was happening. As I sobered more and more I realiized the pain was excruciating and I struggled to understand what was happening to me. My mouth tasted like dirt and I was being pushed into the sheets as someone on my back kept moving up and down. Then I heard Pomroy speak and he sounded as if he were off in the distance. "Well, my little pussy-boy has come back to life, how do you like this, pussy boy?" Then I felt the mind boggling pain as he rammed me hard. I was an inexperienced kid but I knew what was happening to me!! I was being fucked unmercifully by a thick, eight inch penis and it was ripping my virgin ass wide open! It took my breath away and I tried to scream but my face was pushed into the pillows as I was penetrated like a young female virgin. I bit the sheet between my lips and felt the pain with each thrust of his lust crazed weapon. He was breathing hard on the back of my neck as he forced his hand uder me to pinch and pull my nipples. "Your goin to get to like this bitch as you are being assigned to a unit right here at this fort and you and I are going to see a lot of each other as I love to fuck little girlie-boys!" With that he shoved what felt like all his leaking cock up my ravaged hole and I felt the slick jism flow into me. This was a totally different man than the one who had be-friended me and helped me through basic training. He was making me his own personal whore and I knew I would accomdate him as for the first time in my life I felt I belonged to someone and I realized I loved the feeling of being controlled and used. When he finally cooled down he helped me to the small shower in the little motel room and watched as I let the soothing water run over my body. I stayed there until the water started to cool and then I limped out towards the bed. I could hardly walk and my ass opening burned like fire. I reached carefully behind me and put my finger to the opening and I almost screamed when I touched it. "Don't worry baby, you will be okay in a few days and after I fuck you a few times you will start to love it." "Now get over here and I am going to teach you how to suck your daddy's cock. I knew my nieve life had changed forever as I knelt painfully on the floor in front of him as he slowly forced my open lips down around his now hardening meat. A I sucked more and more of him into my sucktioning mouth he instructed me in the art of cock-sucking and my life as a sub fuck -boy began. When I finally got over my sore pussy he would pick me up nearly every night and we would go back to his private room in his barracks. There he would use my young pussy-hole like a whore and I would be dropped off later at my barracks with a belly full of his cum. My lips started to thicken and my ass eventually strertched wide and his crowning achievement came one night in front of several of his gay friends. All four of them had fucked me almost senseless and I was really stretched open back there. I couldn't believe it when I felt all five of his fingers in my ass and after several minutes of trying his entire huge fist went inside me and soon he had his arm in me almost to the elbow. All the other guys had their turn and soon fisting became a regular part of our activities. Two years later I was transferred but by that time my pussy was huge and just hung open like a small vagina. I could take almost anything inside me. My lips remained puffy and swollen looking all the time now after sucking cock constantly for nearly two years. I could deep throat the biggest cock now and I loved cock-sucking more each time I sucked. I was sent overseas to Germany and it didn't take me long to hook up with a big leather daddy at one of the bars. He was over six foot , five inches tall and made me wear panties all the time and often loaned me out to his friends who would sometimes get drunk and fuck me nearly all night. He only spoke broken English but I learned to love him and I would do anything he wanted me too. He put me in harness one night and ten guys fisted me until I could feel the air blow up inside me. Even after fifteen years I am still a pantied fuck boy and live with two daddys who take care of me. I am their property as well as their friends and I love every minute of it.......I say again, this is a true story and I would love to hear from others who may be interested or into the sub lifestyle...Write me at Reddyone@webtv.net