Date: Mon, 11 May 2020 22:21:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: bert_carley@yahoo.com
Subject: "DI Training" - Ch 7

  		        DI Training - Chapter 7

The following story is fiction and involves sexually explicit interracial
erotic events between males. I really thought this story was complete after
chapter 2, but... So, here we go again guys with chapter 7 finally making its
way to print. Hope you enjoy. If you are offended by smut material or are too
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Chapter 6 ended with the following:

It was about then I realized Tyrone had slipped me a halogenic of some kind.
Now this was new to me and I wasn't handling the effect it was having on me
well, as I always liked to stay in control of my brain functions. This was
some powerful shit! Everything suddenly was in vivid technicolor now and
Tyrone's talking had changed to absolute nonsense, yea, total nonsense from
anything that made sense. It was gibberish to my brain! Nothing but vivid
colors and psychedelic music filled my head as Tyrone led me into a tent and
turned me over to the big Polish Company Commander, Captain Bruski. He was
shirtless and dressed only in his black boots and leather pants, including a
cod piece, which he removed as I approached. Whatever words he and Tyrone
exchanged my brain couldn't interpret.

It didn't matter, as the moment my eyes zeroed in and recognized this huge
dick as the largest Alpha white dick that I have ever seen in my life hanging
between our Captain's legs where the cod piece had been, it became my only
interest. My total focus switched to that huge uncircumcised Polish Toad
Stabber. Not only was it huge, it was a mass of beautiful veins that ran up,
around and down over the entire surface of the monster. It was like a huge
pendulum swinging as on a grandfather clock flashing like a beacon from a
lighthouse out at sea to me, as I was really tripping now. A huge halo of
light suddenly surrounded it as it transformed into a huge white dragon
monster and became a huge pacifier between my drooling lips. My surroundings
became like a colorful electric lite parade at Disneyland as I tripped out on
the dragon monster leading my parade in joyous wonderment.

I soon was swinging in a sling suspended from the clouds of heaven with the
Polish ass destroyer up my anal canal lighting up my gateway with fantastic
colors and new feelings of sexual fulfillment in the living colors of a gay
parade flag. I was in a very happy place right now and just relaxed and
enjoying the attention I was getting. Talk about a trip I was on for hours
swinging on dick while my head was in the clouds watching the fireworks.
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Chapter 7 – "DI Training"

As my mind began to clear of the strong halogenic that I had been given by
Tyrone off the favors table when we first arrived at this pool party much
earlier, I had lost all concept of time, obviously for hours. Now that I was
slowly returning to Mother Earth and quasi-normalcy, I realized that Tyrone
had returned after leaving me hanging in that leather sling, helpless for all
passing to sample, and he was now balls deep in me again as I continued to
swing in the sling's apparatus suspended from a metal framework that
supported the  cabana's canvas covering.

I had not a clue how long I had been swinging spaced out in that leather
sling at this point. All I knew is I was covered in sweat, cum and totally
waisted and every bone and muscle in my body ached. As I looked around, I
spotted the Company Commander, Captain Bruski, now balls deep in 1st
Lieutenant Finn Janson, the new Company Exec Officer, whom he had swinging in
an adjoining sling. Lt Finn was obviously spaced out on drugs as well, most
likely the same strong halogenic I had been given. He was drooling like an
animal and moaning as the Captain was buried deep in his Exec's ass,
controlling him with his huge Polish Salami.

A panic suddenly struck as I trembled at the thought of what I seemed to be
becoming at the hands of my Black DI and his dominant Bros that had rank and
authority over me. Yea! I was in a full-blown state of shock as I realized
what I had been doing since the DI made me his Assistant. What was I doing?

I suddenly panicked as my mind tried to grasp the gravity of my situation.
Though totally mesmerized watching the Polish Captain Bruski as Tyrone pumped
his BBC into me, I suddenly realized I was super sore, and for the very first
time really scared that I was being groomed for nothing more than a male
whore in this man's Army. I realized I was out of control needing to take
back control of my life or become nothing but a plaything for everyone to
enjoy sexually. Sure, I had been given a title as the DI's assistant, but
what were to be the actual duties included with holding that job title?

Late afternoon had already arrived, and I had no idea how long or how many
guys had used my holes as their battering ram and cum dump as I swung in that
leather sling. All I could do was think of what I was becoming and what I
could do now to reverse my current situation, confused as Tyrone stiffened
and dropped another massive load in my sorry anus. Was I already just pretty
white boy and a military whore in everyone's mind?

About then, Darius and Colin arrived to collect and accompany Tyrone and me
back to the van to join the DI and Long for the trip back to the base. I had
been spread and bred for so very long and hard by leather clad dudes and big
dicked powerful men, kept bound and suspended in that sling, that my muscles,
especially my leg muscles, were barely able to support me as I was lowered
off the sling on to my feet. Tyrone supported me with an arm around my waist
and my arm over his shoulder as we made our way first through the shower area
for a quick clean up, then back to the van for the return trip to our
barracks. It was far too late for the evening meal Saturday night in the mess
hall, so the DI stopped in route at a KFC and we all had the Colonel's extra
crispy before continuing back to the barracks.

Once Tyrone and Darius got the two of us back in our room, I had hoped the DI
would have given them the order to let us all rest and sleep until morning.
Well, the DI obviously had other plans for us that did not include rest or
sleep or the time for much needed recuperation. A couple more pills were
forced into us and we soon found ourselves getting emotionally and physically
charged and actively engaged in sexual horseplay with our two young
enthusiastically sex crazed young black trainers Tyrone and Darius again. The
two guys were impossible to resist, though I tried.

As the pills kicked in again, everything felt well and good as the four of us
continued with more late-night antics under the warm wet sprays of the
showerheads in the clouds of thick invigorating fog engulfing the large
shower area. During this time, we were kept actively engaged, accepting water
sports, throat massages and of course the powerful anal cock injections from
our two masculine and muscled young Ebony Trainers that had been assigned to
us by the DI.

By the time Saturday night had passed and Sunday morning arrived, the
freckled redheaded Company Clerk Colin and I were still being breed after
short periods of slumber curled up in the arms of our two young trainers.
A loud knock on the adjoining wall by the DI, and we were up, watered,
dressed and joining DI Jackson and Sgt Long in the mess hall for creamed beef
on toast, called SOS (Shit-on-a-shingle), another US Army breakfast specialty
along with many cups of the much needed strong coffee.

As we were finishing up breakfast and were preparing to leave the mess hall,
the head chef, another big muscled black dude, took the DI aside as they
talked for a few minutes. Kyle and I soon found ourselves being ushered back
into the bowels of the kitchen and into a storage area where we were told to
strip by the black head chef. He ordered us to service him and the three
other cooks that were already present and had their cocks out stroking them
to massively hard erections. The four converged on us and soon had us once
again spit-roasted on two good sized white and two huge black cocks.

Not just once, but twice, the kitchen crew each rotated positions as they
dropped hot loads in Kyle and me before we were allowed to gather our
clothing, dress and return to our room for what we had hoped would be a bit
of R&R (rest and recuperation). We were both wasted on the drugs we had been
given earlier, but my body still screamed for some serious rest. There was
not a muscle in my body that did not ache needing a rest and sleep. Colin
felt the same way, but pointed out that if I complained or revolted in any
way now they would do as they did with him and start me on Valium which would
turn me into a walking zombie and vegetize me until they had me turned into a
submissive Bottom. Of course, I did not listen to Colin's initial warnings.

When Tyrone and Darius returned and I told him we were through for the day,
as Colin and I were tired and going to sleep for the rest of the day, Tyrone
immediately laughed in my face, then bitch slapped me until I though my eyes
were going to slip out of their sockets. He immediately forced a couple of
pills down my throat and said,

"A few weeks on Valium Blonde, and you won't be saying no to the man again!"
He then savagely fucked me again as I submitted without further protest. I
was then passed to Darius for his rough beef injection. They had me finetuned
and skewered for a long session of their rough sex, as they let Colin curl up
and sleep in his bunk.

Tyrone eventually escorted me alone down the hallway and into another room.
I quickly realized the room was set up as the staging area for a tattoo
artist, all clean, sanitary, and well equipped with the artists tools of the
trade laid out and displayed. It did not take me long to realize why I had
been brought here as a shirtless and muscular white guy stepped out from
behind a curtained area in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting shorts hanging
off his waist. His body was tattooed in colorful designs, both front and
back, legs, and thighs. They rather took my breath away they were so colorful
and beautifully executed. I could not keep my eyes off the artwork that had
been done on his entire body.

Tyrone and he spoke briefly before the guy went right to work. My right ankle
was quickly encircled with a tattooed anklet made of small black spades
large enough to be recognizable as such, but small enough to form the links
of an ankle bracelet. He then numbed and pierced my right ear more times than
I anticipated. He installed a series of small silver rings along the upper
portion of the ear in each hole he had created. Next each nipple was pierced,
and a silver bar was installed.

He made the comment as he installed the silver bars in my nipples, "Those
will keep your libido active as they rub on your clothing or get manipulated.
You will love those prime big nipples of yours as they get sensitive now with
the weight of those bars attached. Guaranteed they will feel wired directly
to your dick and balls! Fuck Yes you handsome devil! You will learn to love
and crave regular nipple play Blonde! Now for my usual partial payment
Sweetie, as negotiated with the DI when I tattoo his ownership on his Boys!"

The next thing I knew, the guy sucked in his stomach and let his shorts drop
to the floor exposing his rising heavy cock and forcing me to my knees
between his muscled thighs. He slid his dick down my throat as he kicked his
shorts aside and said, "My usual down-payment for services ordered by the
DI."  He held my head between his palms and face fucked me, eventually he
stiffened and his jizz was flowing down my throat as Tyrone stood smiling and
watching without saying a word. When he was finished, money passed between
Tyrone and the artist and we left after the guy gave me a sheet of written
instructions how to treat the bandaged areas and the piercings until they
healed.

Tyrone led me back to his room. By this time, I realized my head was cloudy,
hazy, and I was somewhat confused, and it was a bit difficult to understand
Tyrone as he asked.

"How are you feeling now PVT Chase now that the Valium pill has had time to
kick in and make you one happy camper. The man here is going to mold you into
a submissive Cracker Assed Bottom hungry for BBC like your redheaded roommate
Colin has learned to accept. You are special Chase, and I have big plans for
the two of us far beyond what the DI can even contemplate in his devious
mind! You are my Bitch now White Boy!"
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I like to get feedback from readers. Let me know if you enjoyed this story.
This will be the final chapter, but maybe a new story will emerge if I can
get my creative juices flowing again. My other stories can be accessed by
going to 'The Prolific Author's Section' on the Nifty Archives and searching
for my name, Bert Carley.   bert_carley@yahoo.com