From: cs360x2a@ducvax.auburn.edu (HASH BROWNS)
Subject: STORY: Barracks
Date: 18 Apr 91 15:05:58 GMT

THE BARRACKS

The three guys chained their bikes to a tree...the rest of the way was on
foot.  That's what the note said.  They moved through chest high weeds,and
tried to follow an overgrown trail....the note had said it was the only way
they'd find the place.

And all three wanted to find it.  It was the only way they could join the
upperclassman group that they had envied ever since starting high
school....it was the cadet corps...and all three wanted to wear the
uniforms, and march like the others they had seen.

The weeds scraped their bare legs and chests...the hot air and the long
hike made them sweat....but the note said it was the only way, they'd be
accepted...and they wanted that badly.

The sun began to sink, as they hiked further and further into the brush
away from the road....and finally, they saw the old rundown military
barracks they sought.

The sky was starting to get dark when they approached.  One, Syd, had to
piss, and stopped.  He pulled out his long cock and let the urine escape.
His buddies Tony, and Sam watched.  They had seen Syd's long cock
before..and all three had played with each others cocks...ever since
puberty got them interested in jerking off, hard cocks, and firm buns.
They were fuck buddies...not queer...or so they believed then.

The barracks was dark..the guys checked the number outside again.  "B44"
just like the note said.  They had expressed a desire to enter the corps
through the normal channels...and had an officers review.  They were told
that they would be notified about the final requirements, and soon all
three had similar notes taped to their lockers.

Chilled air began to make the boys shake, and Tony put on his tee
shirt. Syd reminded him the note said they had to be shirtless, but Tony
just muttered.

They entered the barracks..there wasn't anyone around on the first floor,
so they went upstairs.  There, they saw several dark shapes standing
around.  The windows were covered.

Sam said something about reporting, and soon hands were on them. Blindfolds
were tied on them and someone grabbed Tony's illegal tee shirt and ripped
it off.

The three were put into position...and stood there waiting for
sometime...there was some sounds and they heard someone's voice saying much
what Sam had said...a shuffle of feet...and the three guessed more
initiates were being brought in.

Soon....they were told to take off the blindfolds...bright lights were
pointed at them, and prohibiting the boys to see who stood in front of
them.  Tony noted that they were standing in a long line of other
guys...some of whom he recognized.

A voice told them to take off their shorts, shoes and socks.  They all did
so.  A few were told to take off their underwear or jockstraps and were
lectured on not obeying their orders.  The note had instructed the
initiates to wear only shorts...nothing underneath.

Sam was one of the guys who wore underwear....and soon he regretted it.

"We are the officers corps" the unseen voice said.  "All who have been
disobedient so far need to be punished...and nobody will start tonight,
until they are".

The guys were made to get in a pushup position and stay there while one by
one, the disobedient boys were moved beyond the bright lights and smacked
with a paddle.  It seemed to take forever...and whenever one of the
initiates dropped on the floor, he prolonged the situation by having to
wait his turn to get paddled as well.

Soon there was quiet...and the trembling arms of the initiates threatened
to give way.  The initiates had to promise to obey their officers, and do
anything they were told.

Finally an officer yelled "attention" and all the naked plebs struggled to
their feet.  Because they didn't do it quick enough, the entire group had
to repeat their actions until they could do it satisfactory.

Tony, Sam, and Syd felt each others bare arms as they were standing close.
Their cocks seemed to move as each recalled the sex they had shared..and an
officer soon noticed this reaction.

It was Tony who first had to kneel and let each of the other iniates put
their cocks into his mouth...his own cock got harder.

Sam too soon had to do the same...and Syd shortly thereafter.  The other
initiates did the same...till all had tasted each others meat.

Syds long cock got some special attention, the officers tieing it and
yanking the string till Syd begged them to stop.

An officer stopped Syd from saying anything by gagging him with his own
cock..and Syd was told to make him cum...and then they would untie his
tortured penis.  Syd sucked for all he was worth and soon felt the warm
spurts of cum shooting into his throat.

His cock was sore....as he stood at attention.

Tony's bubble butt was next and soon he had to sit on every hard cock in
the room...as each initiate was told to lay on the floor.  Tony had felt
his buddies' cocks up his butt before..but this was torturous since he
could only feel them enter and then had to get up before he could enjoy the
ride.  There were long cocks, shorts ones, fat ones, and pencil thin ones.
He of course recognized Syds long cock and squeezed it real hard with his
asshole just to say hi to his buddy.

Sam spent alot of time sucking cocks.  He liked doing it to Syd and Tony,
and now to the entire barracks full of initiates and officers alike.  Cum
filled his gut that night.

Finally each initiate was taken by an officer...and the three buddies were
separated as they followed their pledge masters into the dark. Tony was
taken to a room in the back, Syd was led downstairs to the pile of
mattresses, and Sam stumbled into the night air and soon found himself on
his hands an knees in the grass..his ass getting plowed and his mouth full
of officer cock.

The whole group was tired, naked, and standing in a row....their wrists
were tied together, and their ankles as well.  The line of naked boys, were
spanked, tits pulled, balls tied to weights, and cocks yanked.

It was almost sunlight when they began to see each others faces, and they
blushed with embarrassment...yet they all had been through the night doing
the same things.  Their tormentors could be recognized as well, and soon
they were untied and in groups of two or more just fucking and sucking for
fun.

The three buddies stumbled to their bikes..the morning air chilling them,
and their sore butts making their hike more difficult.  They were in, and
real members of the corps.

And soon their first weekend bivouac was to happen.  In a real
barracks.. And they would relive their initiation night again and again.