Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2007 10:46:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bert Carley <bert_carley@yahoo.com>
Subject: Virgin Army Boy Deflowered - Ch 4

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events
between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live
where it is not allowed, please don't read the story. In the world of this
story, the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect
yourself from disease in the real world in which we all live today by
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Virgin Army Boy Deflowered -- Chapter 3 ended with:

Sarge said, "Hell Babe, it is Friday night, let's get stoned and maybe have
a shot of Wild Turkey too before Rolf gets here. Tomorrow the three of us
are going into Seattle so you can meet a couple of friends of ours --
Lenny, one of my ex pussy-boys from a couple of years ago, and his Top
Jaraald that runs a big stable of honeys, both boys and girls of all
ages. Jaraald has been a friend for years, knew him when I was growing up
in Philly. Wait until you see the dude. He is what even I have to say is
awesome and runs a first class business supplying the upper class male
citizens of Seattle with any kind of services they may need for the right
price."

Virgin Army Boy Deflowered -- Chapter 4

"Sarge, those Valium pills you been giving me all week really have me
screwed up big time. I'm spaced out, floating in a bizarre lustful
dreamland most of the time thinking of you and Rolf -- you are fucking me
and Rolf has those beautiful big lips kissing me all over. I'm so turned on
to you both I can't concentrate on anything else. Earlier today when
Mr. Lowe was exposing himself to me, I couldn't keep my eyes off his big
black boa. I think I even blew a few kisses at it I got so turned on. I'm
not sure if even that was a dream or reality. I don't like this feeling of
being out of control of my own actions and the emotions I keep having.  I
don't want you giving me those damn pills anymore. Half the time I don't
know if what is being said is a dream or reality. For example, you know,
Sunday night I had a strange dream where Rolf's was telling you a story
about this Lenny and Jaraald you just said we were going to visit in
Seattle tomorrow, because in the dream Rolf was telling you about a
transsexual called Lenny that use to be one of your pussy-boys. I've been
thinking all week about what Rolf told you about this girly boy Lenny and
his black boyfriend Jaraald.  The whole thing was too uncanny to possibly
be true. It was like a dream; however, I'm still not sure if what I heard
is what he really said to you, especially now that you say you and Rolf are
going to take me to visit Lenny and Jaraald in Seattle tomorrow. In the
dream Rolf also said that when Lenny was discharged from the service, you
two took him to Seattle and sold him to Jaraald to turn into one of his
male prostitutes in a brothel he operates. Now, isn't that one peculiar and
wacky dream? You and Rolf wouldn't sell someone to a house of
prostitution. Tell me it was just a bizarre dream Sarge."

"Well Babe, that wasn't a dream -- it really happened! It was the best
thing we could do for Lenny, actually for all of us at the time. He was
becoming a real embarrassment, a real drain on all of us trying to keep him
sexually satisfied and safe from real harm. He got so he wouldn't take
orders and we never knew who was fucking him on the side. He had turned
into a total slut and nymphomaniac a few months before his discharge date
arrived. He liked the real rough stuff and was sneaking off at night to
Tacoma and hitting the ghettos and the straight all black bars picking up
rough trade, dock workers, any guys that would knock him around and use him
for their pleasure. Unfortunately, they would get real violent and beat the
shit out of him for being a fucking honky faggot after they got their rocks
off. He would return back to the base after getting gang banged all
bruised, fucked up on drugs, bleeding and hurting. He even had a couple of
cracked ribs and a broken nose once. He just couldn't be trusted, so we had
no choice but to take his pussy ass to Jaraald to put to work full time
after his 18 months in the military ended and he was discharged. We did him
a big favor doing that too, as we knew Jaraald could keep him satisfied
sexually, busy and out of trouble. He would probably be six foot under now
had we not found him a safe place to do his thing. The fact that Jaraald
paid us for bringing him another male whore just made it better. Where do
you think I would ever get enough money saved up to buy that new van a
couple of years ago I now have?"

"So it wasn't a dream after all! Well Sarge, I want you to know that I have
absolutely no intention of ever allowing you guys to start me on those
hormone and estrogen shots to give me boobs like Rolf suggested and wants
you to do to me, if that part was true too. No way! I may be getting more
effeminate, acquiring a taste for sucking cock and like getting my ass
fucked by your big black dicks, but I'm still a guy and won't submit to
being turned into a transvestite or a transsexual with boobs, and certainly
not a street whore for you two, this Jaraald, or anyone else. You and Rolf
best not even go there with further ideas of changing me into a girl or
half girl with or without a dick! I'll just find me another couple of
boyfriends that like me the way I am thank you!"

"Oh you think so do you Babe! Just listen to you giving me orders! You'll
do exactly what this nigger tells you to do to get his big black nigger
dick shooting hot jizz down your throat and up that boy-pussy. The minute I
popped your cherry, opened you up and turned you on to my big dick, I
virtually turned your boring life around, changed it forever for the
better. You're getting exactly what you want girl. You're still learning to
enjoy all the real pleasures that my big nigger dick can deliver. The fact
is, you are my white pussy-boy and cock-sucking bitch already and you love
how Rolf and I make you feel. You will never be able to ignore the cravings
you're having for our black muscled bodies, the taste and smell of us, and
especially our big juicy nigger dicks. These feelings that you have for us
will just keep getting stronger and stronger each day now that you have
experienced the pleasures we can give you, so get use to being submissive
and taking orders from me girl, as that's how it is going to be from now on
that you have experienced the very best. There's no denying who and what
you are now Baby, so just surrender yourself to me and let your sexual
desires blossom into a full fledged beautiful pussy-boy worshiping the
masculine guys that know how to make love to your sexy body and keep your
white newly discovered pussy happy, busy and constantly craving our nigger
dicks! If I decide to give you drugs that will give you boobs and big
sensitive nipples, that's exactly what is going to happen to you Babe!"  He
paused a moment, opened his pants and flopped out his huge flaccid dick and
balls and let them hang out so Michael had full view of his equipment. He
grabbed Michael by the hair and pushed him to the floor on his knees and
rubbed his cock and balls all over the kids face as he hardened and pre-cum
started oozing from under his foreskin and covered the boy's face, eyes,
and lips. When Michael tried to grab it and put it between his lips Sarge
stepped back and took it away from the kid watching his eyes follow the
huge juicy cock and long meaty danglers get placed back inside Sarge's
trousers, covered up and out of sight. Michael looked up into Sarge's eyes
with a longing in his eyes, they glazed over and tears formed and dripped
down his cheeks.

Sarge continued, "What I've given you can be taken away just that quick
Bitch! I'm only going to tell you this once Babe, so open your ears, stop
your sniffling and pay attention to what I have to say. Never disobey me
when I give you an order. Don't make me hurt you to get you to obey me, as
I can be one mean mother-fucking nigger when my bitch or pussy-boy starts
giving me shit, telling me what they want in our relationship and putting
demands on me before they will submit to my sexual appetite. I'm your
superior, your dominant Alpha male and assertive Master. Your entire
existence and future is under my total control.  I give the orders and
decide what's best for you -- you will learn to follow them without
hesitation, without sass, backtalk or looks of disapproval or disgust. Once
you learn this well, you will be where you need to be to be happy and
contented; fight me and I'll cut you off and discipline you until you learn
your place at my feet worshiping my nigger dick and balls, as I am your
Master and your new found life force. Now get your Valium pills out of my
locker, as they seem to be doing exactly what I want them to do. In fact, I
am going to double up on them for awhile after listening to you spout off,
thinking you can put demands on my plans for your future.  Will you ever
learn -- and here I thought we were past this stage in your development!
How dare you to ever question my position as your dominant TOP, your Master
and Big Nigger Daddy ever again!"

Sarge bitch slapped Michael's face hard a couple of times when he hesitated
and glared back at Sarge and stood there with a look of defiance in his
eyes, but he knew better than to say a single word. Sarge shouted, "Now get
nude and get the fucking Valium capsules out of my locker bitch like a good
girl and bring them to me before I really loose my temper and put some real
marks on that pretty girlie body where they won't show, but hurt real bad
for a few days as a constant reminder of what you are and who turned your
life around and bring you pleasure. I am the man and your Master now
Bitch. In fact, I want you to call me MASTER from now on when we are alone,
with my buddy Rolf or my other close Bros and friends. Do you understand
what I just told you Bitch-Boy?"

The tears flowed from Michael's eyes as he looked at Sarge who was holding
him by both shoulders and looking down into his glazed over eyes just
inches from his face. "YES MASTER!" Michael turned and headed to Sarge's
locker, rubbing his jaw. He returned with the capsules and handed them to
Axel.

"Get the bottled water too!" Michael turned and retrieved the water from
the top of the desk and returned to Sarge's side, still crying and softly
rubbing his sore jaw. Sarge pushed two pills into the kid's mouth. He
watched Michael swallow them with a couple of swigs of water, ran a finger
around inside his mouth to make sure he had swallowed them both and said,
"That's better girl, now tell me who I am and that you are sorry you upset
me and won't act up and put demands like that again on me or hesitate when
I give you an order."

"I'm sorry Master Sarge! I'll try to be better and not put demands on you."

"No, it's not Master Sarge -- just MASTER for now! Now get out of those
cloths; I'm horny and need to drop a load down your throat, maybe get some
of that pretty white boy-pussy too. You learn to take care of your Master's
needs and I will protect and take care of keeping you sexually satisfied
and happy too after you give me pleasure. Any questions Pussy-Boy?"

"No Master, except I don't like being called a Bitch, Cunt or...." Sarge
immediately cut off Mike's conversation before he could expand or add
anything more to his sentence.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP MOTORMOUTH! NO MORE small talk or whining. I don't want
to hear another word out of you unless I ask you a question. UNDERSTOOD! I
call em how I see em and right now you are definitely being a BITCH and a
FIRST CLASS CUNT! I hear the defiance in your voice even yet, and it HAS TO
GO!" He Bitch-Slapped Mike, popped him hard on the ass a couple of times
and knocked him across the room with his big foot to crash against his
metal locker before he continued. "NOW GET MOVING BITCH!" Michael
undressed, folded his clothing and placed them on a chair, then turned,
returned to Sarge's side and started to undress him, hanging his clothing
properly in his locker as he had been trained, sniffing at the wonderful
scent filling the air around Sarge's sweaty nude body as it became fully
exposed. Eventually Michael could hold back no longer and just buried his
nose in the big guy's chest and rubbed it back and forth in the tight
little circles of moist kinky hair that covered his chest and abdomen,
ending up lifting Sarge's one arm and burying his nostrils in the longer
coarse damp hair of his armpit. The aroma of sweat and male pheromones
acted as an aphrodisiac to Michael's nervous system.  Sarge allowed him to
sniff, lick and suck in his pits for awhile, then pulled away and pushed
down on Michael's shoulders and head, running his long fingers through the
soft blond hair on the boy's head directing him toward his hairy crotch and
the Crown Jewels.

"Now get on your knees cock-sucker, get my big black dick on your tongue,
as I am going to teach you to be a depository for all my juices. You drink
it down and don't spit it out or spill any or you will be cleaning it up on
your hands and knees with your tongue. You will soon love this taste of me
too" Again Michael balked and pulled back and away. Sarge grabbed him by
the hair and pulled him back into place, forced his mouth open with his
thumbs and shoved his flaccid dick into Mike's mouth. "What did I just
finish telling you about not hesitating when I give you an order? Don't you
ever listen? Now don't you dare bite me bitch or you will be Bitch Slapped
more and Gut Punched until you're rolled up in the fetal position on the
floor at my feet." Slowly he started to release small amounts of his strong
tasting liquid into Mike's mouth telling him to swallow, constantly
releasing a stronger flow of the strong tasting yellow liquid until Mike
was able to keep up with swallowing a larger flow of the cutting, acrid
taste filling his mouth. Small amounts did drip from the corners of the
boy's lips, ran down over his chin and dripped to the floor. Sarge saw what
was happening so just shoved his dick down Mike's throat and let it blast
down directly into his esophagus and down into his stomach straight
away. Michael was fighting for oxygen by the time Sarge was drained and
pulled back to let the kid suck in enough air to get back in control of his
breathing.

"Good bitch - now for your reward. Suck my dick, get it hard, inhale and
swallow it down your throat and I'll give you a good load of cream to put a
big head of jizz on that warm load of yellow piss in your stomach." The
minute Michael got him hard Sarge started to push his full length down the
boy's throat, long dicking his throat, bouncing his low hangers on the kids
chin, watching his throat expand and contract and the Adam's apple protrude
recede with each entry and exit, as his thick manhood took full possession
of his bitch's piss and cum depository.

"Suck it Baby -- I'm about to put the head of cream on that stomach full of
my tasty piss. Fuck yes, here it comes girl!" He stiffened, his legs
shuddered uncontrollably, and he released a torrent of cream down Mike's
throat, pulled back and gave him a good taste of the balance of his load
over his tongue and taste receptors. As Sarge relaxed and his dick slowly
went flaccid, he pulled out of the boy's mouth.

"Clean me up with your tongue girl. Pull the skin back and clean the head
and glands up good too. Don't forget what tricked down into my pubes and on
to my hangers. Then get down there and lick up that mess you let spill on
the clean tile floor." Sarge was sitting at his desk rolling joints when
Michael rose from his hands and knees from cleaning up the floor. He stood
behind Sarge and laid his head on his shoulder and kissed Sarge on the
neck. Sarge pushed him away with a look of disgust on his face.

"Damn girl, you stink, smell like piss and cum. Put on your pants and go
take a shower and brush your teeth and gargle with something. Take one of
those containers of Fleet Enema in the bottom of my locker too and clean
yourself out inside real good. Bro Rolf will be here before long and you
know how he likes to kiss and make out with you with those big nigger lips
of his. I remember you saying he has the biggest lips and was the best
kisser, but with that breath of yours right now, I doubt he would touch
your mouth with his suction cup wall hangers. Get moving and get back here
quickly. I want you squeaky clean and all lubed up when you return. In fact
I want that pussy kept nice and clean, lubed and ready for action 24/7 from
now on girl."

While Michael was gone Rolf arrived and they discussed Lenny's big breasts
and nipples. Sarge told Rolf about Michael's being awake and overhearing
the entire conversation when they thought he was asleep. He told Rolf that
Michael must have heard everything, even the part about Jaraald's plans on
taking Lenny to Mexico to perform a partial Penectomy of his genitalia.

A half hour had passed and Michael was all squeaky clean, had lubed himself
well, changed into a pair of sexy long nylon running shorts, a silky-smooth
tee to match, and of course, his new leather sandals. He was walking down
the hallway to return to Sarge's room when he passed an open doorway. He
gazed into the room and saw a huge Confederate Flag hanging over the far
windowed wall just before the room went completely dark. Suddenly a figure
rushed out of the dark, grabbed him and pulled him into the pitch dark room
into the arms of another guy that held him in place. It all happened in an
instant. Coming from the well lit corridor, he was temporarily blinded and
unable to see either assailant clearly. The door slammed shut and the
familiar sound of a deadbolt being engaged registered. Total darkness was
all Michael experienced other than the feel of arms holding him as a
blindfold was placed over his eyes. A deep voice with a heavy southern
drawl bellowed in the darkness just inches from his face.

"You best remain quiet, not a peep out of your Nigger loving lips. It's
despicable what you been doing with those niggers, Boy. I see you running
every night to be with that black ass nigger and his buddy. Well, you're
going to find out what we do with white trash in the south that let the
nigger bucks have their way with them. You're a disgrace to the human race
boy, and you best mend your ways." They pulled Michael's tee shirt off,
dropped his drawers and removed his sandals, leaving him completely
nude. The deep southern voice continued, "Light the candles at the cross
boys."  Michael was gut punched, fell forward and was caught by another,
rotated 190 degrees and sent headlong into another barrage of punches to
the gut, chest and to the head, knocking him out. When Michael came to, he
was spread eagle sprawled on the floor on his knees and one guy was holding
his face waiting for him to come around. The minute he showed signs of life
the guy had him by the ears face fucking him. Someone else was already
ramming what felt like a telephone pole size cock up his ass. He kept
slipping in and out of consciousness as he was molested and called white
trash, nigger lover, fucking queer and pussy-boy.

Michael was not sure, but figured at least three guys, maybe four screwed
him before they propped him up in a chair and began a ritual of chanting
and humming that had to be right from some Ku Klux Klan ceremonial
handbook. He could tell by the feel that they were drawing or writing on
his body with what felt like stiff bristled brushes and felt pens. What
ever it was it was they were painting on him, it was still warm and smelled
like rotting road kill. When they were finished they punched him out
again. He awoke nude, laying in his bunk in his cubical, his clothing and
sandals in a pile at his side and Sarge and Rolf nursing him back to
consciousness with a damp washcloth on his forehead and face.

Sarge whispered, "When you were gone for an hour, Rolf and I started
looking for you Baby. We looked here first, but you weren't here in your
cubicle, the showers or bathroom; so we separated and started looking other
places. You've been gone for just under two hours now. By the look of you,
those mother- fucking southern boys have been fucking with you with their
Klan shit. I've just about had it with those fuckers and their sick
southern christen values, the confederate flags they all display in their
lockers and rooms, and the hatred they have for blacks, Jews and any other
minorities. It turns my stomach. I know who their ringleader is and he and
I are going to have a showdown now that I am a Master Sergeant like him.
They have done this to others, even Lenny a few years back, but the
mother-fucker out ranked me and I could have been court marshaled if I
tangled with him. His day has come Babe! I'm going to fuck him up real good
for doing this to you Baby - not today, but soon. I'll just wait until he
thinks we don't know who he and his group are, then strike and fuck him up
real proper, end with fucking his Klan ass until he bleeds and cries for
mercy.  Just look at the sick shit they drew and wrote all over your body
in what looks and smells like rotten chicken blood. They even drew a big
Nazi Swastika on your back and a red target around your pussy hole with a
red marker pen. They are really sick fuckers preaching their hatred and
bigotry!"

Rolf added, "Let's get Mike in the showers and clean him up Sarge before
this shit dries and sets up as a permanent stain on his smooth white
skin. Damn that blood stinks they put on him; it makes me want to
puke. Someone in here had to have seen them when they brought him back to
his cubicle. They are probably afraid to say anything knowing that they
would be punished too. There wasn't a sole in sight when we got back in
here and found him, but there were guys everywhere when we first looked in
his empty cubicle earlier."

Sarge carried Michael to his room as Rolf gathered his shorts, tee and
sandals and followed. Once the two had Michael in the showers cleaning him
up, they could see the many bruises that were forming and the reddened anus
that was still dilated and puffy, proof that he had been severely raped by
the group of southern rebels. When they got Michael back to Sarge's room
the big guy put liniment on his cuts, bruises and worked a good amount over
his anus and up into his anal cavity feeling for any tearing or damage.
Finding none, Sarge turned back his bed and put Michael in and covered him
up, gave him a kiss and told him to rest and go to sleep. Rolf followed by
leaning over and putting his lips to Michael's and giving him a long
sensuous kiss. Michael quickly dropped off to sleep.

Sarge and Rolf smoked a couple of joints and sucked up Wild Turkey playing
cards far into the night.  Occasionally one or the other would set their
cards down on the desk, rise to their feet and walk over and check on
Michael when he would moan or stir in his sleep, stroking the boy's blond
hair and sniffing at the clean smell of Irish Spring soap before kissing
him on the forehead and returning to the cards. By 0200 hour they were both
stoned and feeling no pain. Neither had bothered to dress after they came
from the showers and bedded Michael for the night. They even removed the
damp towels they had around their waists the minute they entered Sarge's
room. With both the marijuana and the Wild Turkey in their system, they
both periodically were sporting semi's and occasionally stroking themselves
as they tossed cards and passed money back and forth into their individual
piles of mostly dimes, nickels, quarters and single greenbacks.

They both looked at each other in astonishment as there was a light tapping
on the door. Sarge said, "Now who the fuck could that be, it's after 0200
hour and I'm not expecting anyone this late?"

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