Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2020 13:30:36 -0400
From: Ulf Raynor <ulfr57@gmail.com>
Subject: Devil Dawg Donnelly's Part 13

Devil Dawg Donnelly's

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Part Thirteen:

While helping Cpl. Atticus Walker and his men load the last of the
provisions and equipment into the M1165 troop transport vehicle he had
Atticus pick up this morning, Carl McGregor couldn't help but give a
lustful look over at Msgt. Max Donnelly. For Carl, seeing Max standing
there in his dress blue "D's" was close to a strong dose of viagra. The way
his tan, short-sleeved, well-pressed shirt outlined his very muscular torso
and clung to him like a second skin, triggered all sorts of signals. All of
them X-rated, but not nearly as X-rated as the way Max's huge cock strained
against the crotch and down the inside seam leg of the dark blue and red
pinstripe dress slacks. It was obvious Max wasn't wearing underwear, not
even one of his usual bursting-at-the-seams jockstraps he seemed to prefer.

"Get your men loaded corporal!" Carl instructed Atticus as he broke away
and walked toward the man he'd shared most of his life with so far.

"Being a bit obvious this morning aren't we?" Carl stated, casually looking
back at the group of men now jumping into the back of the transport
carrier, making sure no one saw him as he reached down with his right hand
and lovingly palmed Max's big cock through his pants.

"Unless you want me to fuck you right here in front of these men, I suggest
you stop doing that right now." Max growled, the lustful glare in his eye's
leaving absolutely no doubt in Carl's mind that he would do exactly that.

Despite Max's threat, Carl reluctantly let Max's hardening cock go, though
he knew deep down it wouldn't bother him at all if Max wanted to put on a
little show for the guys. But he had his orders and Marines, if nothing
else, Marines are good at following orders.

"So, who's that for?" Carl queried, glancing down at the very significant
and obscene bulge in Max's trousers, which was now stretching halfway down
his thigh. Knowing Max wouldn't be suited up in his "D's" and putting on
this "display" if it wasn't for a reason.

Max's face twisted into a lecherous sneer. "I'm meeting with Gunny as soon
as I leave here."

Carl just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "So, you're in that kind of
mood today huh?"

Glancing over at the truck and watching as Atticus was securing the last of
his men into the transport carrier, Max responded: "Not at all Carl. Just
tying up a few loose ends."

Carl laughed."I'm betting you actually mean that literally."

Max smiled at him and reached down with his right hand and stuffed his
fingers into the front of Carl's BDU's, hooking his belt and pulled Carl's
crotch to his. "It won't be as much fun as it was last time without you
there!" Carl could feel his own cock stiffen at the memory as Max released
his grip on his trousers. "If everything goes as planned today..."Max
continued, the intensity of his gaze burning into Carl's eye. "Expect
someone to join you and the team Friday before twelve hundred hours."

Before Carl could question what Max meant by that, Atticus called out they
were good to go.

Carl twisted his head sideways, giving Atticus the thumbs up before
returning his focus to Max. But before he could frame his questions Max cut
him off. "You have your orders Marine Hop to it."

Carl's brow furrowed as he resisted the urge to posit a response. As Carl
shrugged his shoulders and turned to join the team, Max grabbed his left
bicep, drawing his attention back to him and softly said: "After the new
arrival Friday, leave Atticus in charge and return home for the weekend
understood?"

Carl grinned ear-to-ear, wanting nothing more than to lean in and give Max
a kiss. But Carl knows Max would think that is inappropriate behavior in
public while on duty. Instead, Carl just gave him a naughty wink and headed
over to hop in the passenger side of the MTVR.

Max stood there and watched as the unit pulled out and was completely out
of sight before jumping in his truck and heading over to the armory where
he had a meeting with Gunnery Sgt. Brock Gryzinski. As Max approached the
armory, he swung around to the back entrance and parked, knowing that Brock
would be waiting there for him in the back storage room the Gunny had set
aside for their secret rendezvous.

As Max entered and headed down the dimly lit corridor, he could feel his
cock begin to once again engorge with blood, stretching down his trouser
leg and strain against the blue fabric of his slacks.

There was no sign of any other personnel, just as Max knew it would be, The
remoteness of the backroom carefully was a secure location set up by
Gysgt. Gryzinski. Max paused briefly, switching the briefcase he carried to
his left hand, before reaching up and knocking on the locked metal door
three times.

Max could hear the jostle of the deadbolt lock as it released. Max
purposely waited a moment, with a huge grin on his face, before grasping
the knob, twisting it, and swinging the door inward.



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Billy was almost bemusedly assisting Gavin Hollis with the leg lift machine
at the base gym, trying to be as encouraging as he could after Gavin had
agreed last night to come with him this morning to work out. JD and Timmy
had also come with them, but had finished up a little while ago and had
headed out to go swimming at the base pool.

As Gavin finished up with the last of his reverse leg curls, he just lay on
his stomach across the incline bench, moaning how much that hurt until
Billy smacked him hard across the left cheek of his plump little
bubble-butt.

"Ouch!" Gavin yelped, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "What was
that for?" he asked, turning to look up at Billy who just stood there
grinning down at him.

"It's called motivation, little buddy."Billy laughed and offered Gavin his
hand as an assist in helping him to a standing position.

"Little buddy?!" Gavin quipped. "What is this, Gilligan's Island?"

"Yeah" Billy chuffed. "It's just like Gilligan's Island, and you know who
that makes you don'tcha?"

Gavin smiled and retorted: "Not the big fat one?!"

Billy bellowed with laughter as he reached over and mussed Gavin's
hair. "Alright smart guy," Billy pulled Gavin to his feet.  "Time for some
more stretching."

"Again, we did that already?" Gavin moaned as his shoulders slumped.

Billy grimaced, his tone more serious. "That was the warm up. Now that
we're done for the day, you have to do your cool-down stretches or you
could start cramping."

Gavin just shook his head and followed Billy over to one of the mats. "I
think you just like torturing me."

"Smart guy like you just figuring that out now?" Billy chortled and began
running Gavin through his stretch routine.

As Gavin sat on the floor, legs spread and leaning forward to touch his
toes, Billy leaned in tight to his left ear and whispered, his reassuring
hand flat against his lower back. "Look at it this way, the sooner you're
done, the sooner you get the added bonus of seeing me naked in the shower."

Gavin moaned louder this time. "I was right, you are a sadist, Billy
Donnelly."

Billy just smiled and then quietly guided Gavin through the cool-down
stretches, allowing his thoughts to drift back to the events of the
previous night.



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Not long after their encounter with Blake and his minions, recalling how
Gavin, Melissa, and he had sat there excitedly going over the whole thing,
laughing not only at how stupid Blake was, but how clueless the rest of his
group had been. They were, of course, laughing at themselves and the way
they'd each reacted as well.

At one point, after Gavin excused himself to go take a leak, Billy had
found himself, for a few moments, alone with Melissa. He recalled how she
smiled at him and listened intently to everything he was saying. How she
would ever so casually place her hand on his forearm when she was making a
point or just to emphasize something, How soft and warm her touch was. He
also remembered the smell, not exactly like the one he perceived from both
Timmy and Gavin, but very very similar. The scent of honey and fresh dug
earth, but tinged with something else. It was harder to distinguish
because, like most girls, Melissa bathed, powdered, and perfumed herself
with all sorts of scented things meant to mask one's natural musk.

But it was still there, underneath it all, just like it was with Timmy and
Gavin. He also was becoming aware of just how much that scent aroused him,
but it also confused him, because it was such a familiar scent. It wasn't
something new he was just beginning to smell, it had been there all along
or at least for as long as he could remember. But just like the other night
with Gavin, or at different times with Timmy, he couldn't place exactly
where he had encountered it before and more importantly, why it seemed only
recently he had started to notice it.

Carl's hand on his shoulder had broken that train of thought. He was
sitting there close to Melissa, listening to her soft gentle voice go quiet
as Carl sought his attention. "Walk me out?" Carl's tone left no doubt that
he fully expected Billy to follow him. Once outside, Carl went to his
truck, Billy was following sheepishly; he knew what was coming.

"I'm not going to lecture you." Carl started, looking Billy sternly in the
eyes, compelling Billy to meet his gaze. "I'm a firm believer that the
worst vice is advice." He continued: "You know the Code and you know how
important it is to your father." Billy held his hand up.

"I'm just talking to her uncle Carl." Billy noted how it sounded more like
he was trying to convince himself as much as Carl.

Carl got into his truck with the bag of food he bought, shutting the door,
and while hanging his head out the side window, he said: "I said I wouldn't
lecture you, and I'm not. But a blind man could see what you were feeling
just now in there."

Billy bowed his head, knowing it was true as Carl added: "All I'm saying
Billy, is think how disappointed your father would be if something did
happen, especially this close to your Birthday."

Billy met Carl's eye again. "I promise it won't." he stammered. "Please
don't say anything to him." Billy had pleaded.

Carl sighed heavily. "You know I won't lie to him Billy!" He paused, seeing
how Billy's head bowed and his shoulders sagged. "I won't bring it up, but
if he asks..."

Billy beamed, jumping over and threw his arms around Carl's neck and hugged
him through the truck window.

"Thanks uncle Carl! I promise to keep the Code; I won't disappoint him
or...you."

Carl had smiled at him as Billy pulled back, and as he started his truck
up, he had instructed Billy: "You and your friend escort that young lady
home and don't be out too late."

Billy had watched him pull away before returning inside to get his
friends. After chatting for a while together, Billy suggested to Gavin that
maybe they could give Melissa a ride home, which Gavin happily agreed too.

Melissa and Billy had both gotten a kick out of how nervous Gavin was going
through the main gate of the Marine base. It was especially funny when the
guard stepped up to his driver side window and asked for his ID card; Gavin
handed him his drivers license.

They could barely contain themselves when he looked at them with wide eyes
after the guard impatiently handed it back and said: "Military ID card,
sir!"

The look of sheer panic on Gavin's face was priceless to Melissa and
Billy. But Melissa was the first to crack and handed over her military
dependent ID to the guard who checked it and had handed it back to her and
motioned them through.

"You assholes!" Gavin yelled. "I almost had a heart attack!" They all
laughed teasing back and forth all the way to Melissa's house. They dropped
her off with the promise they'd all get together again sometime to hang
out.

Billy remembered how he had watched her walk up to her front door, well,
more specifically, how he watched her ass as they pulled away.

"Somebody's got it bad!" Gavin teased.

Billy huffed and bro-punched Gavin's right shoulder.

Gavin smiled and added. "You do know she was checking you out too right?"

"Bullshit!" Billy quipped. "She's like one of the hottest girls in school."

Gavin roared with laughter. "Do I really have to have the whole hot
conversation with you again?!" he exclaimed.

Billy had just shook his head smiling at the recollection but not biting
Gavin's goading.

Gavin's voice took a more serious tone. "Seriously dude, she's into you."

As they approached the gate, Billy handed Gavin his ID card. "Can we just
please drop it dude?" he asked timidly.

Billy recalled how grateful he was when Gavin changed the subject asking
him if he had any suggestions about what they could do next or if he just
wanted to call it a night.

"I could really go for a swim right now." Billy had said halfheartedly
knowing the base pool was closed at this hour.

"I know a place" Gavin smiled while adding: "My family uses this boat dock
down on the Flint River. No one will be there at this time." The excitement
showed on his face. "We could go swimming there, if ya want?"

The more Billy had thought about it, the better the idea seemed to
him. Before he knew it, Gavin was pulling down a dirt road that ended close
to a small dock with a concrete ramp that disappeared into the waters of
the Flint River. There was no artificial light. But the half-moon coming up
well over the horizon provided more than adequate lighting as their eyes
adjusted to the night.

Billy had watched as Gavin had pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the
dock as he waded his toes into the cool water, looking like he fully
intended going in wearing the board shorts he had on. He smiled faintly to
himself as he had noted the surprised look on Gavin's face as he had
completely stripped down butt-ass naked and ran down the dock and jumped
into the river. It had taken him a good deal of taunting and teasing to get
Gavin to finally strip down to his briefs and jump in with him.

Billy had to fight the urge to rough house with Gavin like he always had
with Baxter. Gavin was much smaller than Baxter and Billy feared how Gavin
would take it. Still, he did dunk him under a few times and they had the
usual obligatory splash battle, before hauling themselves out of the water
and laying on the hard concrete surface of the dock to dry off and catch
their breath. Billy couldn't help noting how Gavin kept giving him quick
sideways glances, most notably to his groin area. Billy was also equally
sure Gavin had an erection in his wet, white briefs. It wasn't long before
Gavin had sat up with his legs crossed sitting nearly head level to Billy.

Billy knew that position gave him a better view of his naked body and it
was easier for Gavin to ogle him more openly without Billy noticing. But
Billy did notice. He just pretended not to, deciding to let him look until
he had his fill. Billy had tried to make small talk with him, but before
long, they just fell silent. Gavin was obviously far more focused on
something else. Billy allowed that to continue for a few minutes before he
finally decided to confront Gavin head-on.

"Gavin, can I ask you a personal question?" He had asked cautiously.

He heard Gavin sigh in anticipation of his question, with a sense of
unease.

But Billy had pressed on. "I know a while back there were those rumors
about you and Arliss..."

"They weren't true!" Gavin shot back.

Billy could feel Gavin's body tense up. Billy had turned to face him,
keeping his motions slow and as non-threatening as possible. He tried to
look him in the eye, but Gavin turned his head and avoided the contact.

"I was just going to say, whether it was or wasn't, it doesn't matter to
me." Billy had said trying to sound supportive.

"Can you keep a secret?" Billy had asked him, still trying to get Gavin to
look at him.

Gavin just nodded his head and whispered: "Sure."

"My brother and Timmy do stuff together." He paused before adding: "Not
sure if my brother's gay. But I know Timmy is."

That had gotten Gavin's attention, Billy had watched as his mouth dropped
and he stared wide-eyed at him.

"Wanna hear something even wilder than that?" he had queried. "That guy
that helped us tonight..."Billy had paused before adding: "The other night,
he stayed the night with my dad...in his bedroom."

"Bullshit!" Gavin had said, not believing him.

"Ask my brother." Billy had suggested, then it struck him to ask. " Hey,
there's an idea! Why don't you go to the gym with me tomorrow?"

Gavin just looked at him, before letting his gaze drop. "You still want to
hang out with me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Billy had mused, and continued with a tease. "Besides,
you could stand to spend some time in the gym, nerd."

That had made Gavin laugh. Billy stood up and offered his hand to Gavin,
helping him up.

"Billy?" Gavin's voice went soft again, barely a whisper. "I am, you
know..." His eyes had dropped down again looking at the ground, tentatively
waiting for Billy's response.

"Well duh!" Billy had said playfully. "I knew that by the way you've been
drooling over my big fat dick!"

Billy had to dodge quickly as Gavin swung at his arm. He had begun laughing
as Gavin had chased him. "Asshole!" he shouted, nearly giggling.

"Help! Help!" Billy had cried out feigning terror. "There's a big ol' homo
trying to rape lil' ol' defenseless me!"

Billy had let Gavin catch him and they tumbled to the ground, laughing
until their sides had begun to ache.



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Entering the small, twelve-feet by fourteen-feet room, Max noted how it
reeked with the smell of honey and freshly dug dirt. As usual, kneeling on
the floor naked and with his head bowed and arms behind his lower back was
Gunnery Sgt. Brock Gryzinski. Max turned and shut the door with a loud
clang and twisted the large dead-bolt to the locked position.

Max and Brock had been meeting like this for over two years, not long after
he had transferred here. Brock wasn't that old, he was actually rather
young at only 26; at least for a Gunnery Sergeant. But he was exceptional
at his job. Max would be hard-pressed to find anyone who was equal to, let
alone better at firepower logistics than this man. If you needed any kind
of equipment or machinery, Brock could get it.

There was just one thing that was holding Gysgt. Gryzinski back and Max was
here today to fix that, or at least start him down the right path. This
was, of course, the path Max wanted him on. Max walked past him, and
appeared to completely ignore the naked figure kneeling with his knees
spread wide, fully exposing himself as he was commanded to do per Max's
instructions yesterday. Not that this was anything unusual. This was his
default position when they would get together.

Max walked to the center of the room to the large crate occupying the space
right underneath the single metal dangling light fixture. Max veered
sideways and sat his briefcase on top of one of the two metal barrels off
to the side of the wooden crate. Max moved to the front end of the large
wooden box, swung his left leg over one corner, letting his leg dangle over
the front. As he leaned his left butt cheek on top of the crate, his right
leg planted firmly on the floor. Max leaned forward, resting his left elbow
on the top of his left thigh and clasped his left forearm with his right
hand.

"About face boy." Max commanded in his more restrained baritone voice.

Brock immediately rose and turned, executing a 180, now standing and facing
Max. Whose face instantly turned into an angry grimace; Max practically
roared at the young Gunny.

"WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO STAND FAGGOT!?" Max's voice left no doubt he was
livid.  A horrified Brock dropped to his knees, instantly bowing his head,
hands behind his back, knees spread wide.

"LOWER!" Max ordered, his arms crossing over his chest and watched as the
frightened Marine drop his head to the floor, ass up, hands clasped
together behind his lower back. Max sat there for a moment enjoying the
Gunny's submissive position. "Crawl over here on your fucking hands and
knees boy!" His voice still booming in the dimly lit room.

Instantly Brock rose and did as ordered, knowing there would be
consequences for his previous presumptive actions. Max smiled wickedly as
the Gunny crawled on his hands and knees to him, coming to a stop directly
between his legs, head bowed and waiting for his next command.

"Sit pretty, faggot." Max's ordered, his voice still cool and dripping with
icy venom.

Brock returned to his previous upright knees spread position. Max lifted
his left shin and parked his foot squarely on Brock's chest. "Hold my
ankle, boy." Max muttered, locking his eyes on Brock's face.

The young Gunny grasped Max's left ankle, gently, almost reverently.

Max leaned forward slightly. "Look at how dirty your disgusting floor got
the sole of my nice clean shoe." His tone now almost mocking. "It's your
fucking fault faggot for being such a dirty little bitch." Max snarled,
shoving the toe of his shoe against Brock's lips. "What are you waiting for
faggot? Lick it clean!" Max commanded.

Instantly Brock began earnestly lapping the dirty sole of Max's patent
leather shoe, his tongue dragging enthusiastically over the full length,
heel to toe until the entire sole of his shoe was licked clean and
practically dripped with saliva.

"What are you waiting for?" Max spat in his face. "Take it off, then do the
other one."

Brock did as ordered even removing his socks and carefully folding and
kissing them and placing them neatly into Max's shoes.

Max stood up his hard cock leaving a large, straining, tenting bulge more
than halfway down his thigh. He stepped forward slightly rubbing it across
Brock's face. "I know what you want boy." Max cooed softly, almost
seductively. "It's what all faggots like you want." Max stepped back, his
arms hung loosely at his sides. "Go ahead boy. Remove my uniform."

Max stood there motionless as Gysgt. Gryzinski carefully undressed him,
being extremely cautious when removing each piece of Max's uniform, folding
it neatly, kissing it and placing it reverently on top of the first
barrel. Max shoved Brock backwards ordering him to kneel again. Max walked
around him slowly, until he came full circle.

Max had always admired how ruggedly handsome Brock was. From the light
brown hair on the top of his head to his totally shaved muscular body, Max
had made him keep his entire body shaved from neck to toe for the last two
years, an order given not long after he started using him.

Max admired the thin-set lips and the low arch of his thick, but
well-trimmed eyebrows, his strong jawline, and that small pug nose of his,
with it's upward turned rounded tip. Of course, his ever-present dimples in
his cheeks and the long lashes of his deep hazel colored eyes also added to
the attraction. Then he saw it, glinting at him from the corner of his eye,
reflecting the light from directly above their heads.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, YOU GOD DAMNED FUCKIN' QUEER!?" Max snatched
Brock's left hand up to his face, slapping the young Marine with his own
hand repeatedly.

Brock cowered. In his haste to have everything set up perfectly and get the
place cleared for the arrival of the Master Sergeant, the now very
frightened Gunnery Sergeant was mortified he'd left his wedding ring
on. His Master Sgt. had long ago forbidden him to wear it in his presence
and had always threatened to beat the skin off of his ass if he ever
forgot.

His lips trembled as he softly uttered: "Please forgive me Master Sgt."
Brock tried to yank the ring from his finger with his right hand but Max
had intercepted it and twisted it behind his back, before shoving the Gunny
to the floor. Max angrily walked over to his briefcase and withdrew a pair
of handcuffs then ordered the visibly shaken Gunny to stand and put his
hands behind his back. Max locked Brock's hands behind his back and then
shoved him face-down on the crate.

"You are so going to get what you deserve now, faggot." Max snarled into
his left ear. Max reached over to his pants and picked up his black leather
belt. "Don't you dare fucking move a muscle or make a single sound bitch!"
Commanded Max's deep voice, icy cold and full of purpose now.

Gysgt. Gryzinski waited for his punishment, knowing his Master Sgt. was
about to rain hellfire down on his ass. Even before the first blow hit, he
gritted his teeth, steeling himself so as not to make a sound. Not even a
whimper could escape past his lips or he knew it would be twice as worse
for him. The first hit struck like lightning on his naked ass. Brock knew
it had instantly left a large red welt. "Count them, faggot!" Max bellowed.

"One Master Sgt." Brock whimpered. "Good god, this was going to be bad." he
thought to himself. Indeed it was. Max whipped his ass mercilessly 50
strokes, to be exact, of searing agony. Brock's ass glowed bright red and
thumped with a fiery throbbing pain. Silently he wondered how he would
explain this to his wife, but he knew better than to mention that to the
Master Sgt.

Brock felt Max grip his gold wedding band between his thumb and forefinger
and ripped it from his finger. He felt Max lean over him and spoke right
into his right ear. "I'm just gonna have to make sure this never happens
again huh, faggot?!" It was more of a statement than a question, and Brock
knew it. Max suddenly kicked Brock's legs apart and stepped forcibly
between them. He could feel Max press the gold ring against his asshole,
and too little too late, he realized what Max intended to do.

Without any lubrication at all, Max shoved the gold band into the Gunny's
asshole using his index and middle finger, shoving them and the ring in to
the third knuckle and then ruthlessly twisted his fingers, grinding the
ring in as far as his digits permitted. Brock gritted his teeth and rapidly
hissed his breath through them. His hole now burning almost as much as his
ass cheeks.

"If you thought that hurt..." Max growled, positioning the enormous glans
of his massive 12-inch unlubricated cock at the Gunny's twitching hole. He
then rammed it in to the balls, ripping passed the Gunny's sphincter,
tearing through his inner sphincter in one teeth-jarring jolt.

Brock screamed in absolute anguish, trying as hard as he could to twist
himself away from Max's maypole. Tears of pain poured down his cheeks as
his mouth dribbled spittle between his deafening cry for mercy. Max yanked
him to his feet, throwing his left arm around his waist, his left hand
clasping the base of his ball sack pulling his testes down tight,
protruding passed the index finger and thumb of his fist.

Max held him tighter, and using his right hand, began slapping Brock's
tightly stretched balls held securely in his left hand. The Gunny howled in
renewed anguish, trying desperately to twist and squirm out of Max's strong
grasp. His hole felt like it was being ripped to shreds, his balls began to
swell and tighten as Max continuously pummeled them with nonstop rapid
smacks.

Max snarled into his ear: "I'm gonna destroy your fuckin' faggot pussy on
my dick bitch!"

Brock knew he had to fight past the pain and surrender himself to it and do
as his Master Sgt. ordered. Slowly, Max felt the Gunny's hips start to
move, felt his hole clutch, and suck at the base of his wrist-thick
schlong. Max slapped Brock's balls even harder, each blow making the
Gunny's ass pussy quiver, tighten, and release.

"That's it, you fuckin' queer. Milk that fukin' dick."

Brock howled in agony, thrusting his hips back and forth, ramming his
abused and swollen hole against his Master Sgt.'s pubes, grinding himself
in tight circles with each downward thrust, trying to capture every
fraction of an inch of Max's throbbing monster cock. Max squeezed his balls
even tighter, his slapping hand now turned into a tightened fist that
smashed into his bruised and battered nads. Brock wailed and screamed,
thrusting as hard and fast as he could, actually destroying his hole on his
Master Sgt.s humongous rod, when suddenly, he felt the dam within him
burst, as the first jolts of his orgasm hit him. Brock's 6-inch cock
exploded in a shower of rapid-fire jets of erupting jism, splashing loudly
against the far wall and squirting against the ceiling.

His eyes rolled back in his head and his whole body jerked and spasmed,
caught in the throes of unimaginable ecstasy. Max's arms now encircled him
holding him upright, his cock now erupting torrents of sperm into Brock's
battered cunt, filling him to near overflowing, his huge glans expanding
and contracting as volley after volley fired like a cannon deep into the
depths of Brock's undulating bowels. As their tidal waves of lust and
passion diminished and assuaged the savage beats of their hearts, Max and
Brock collapsed in a heap on the floor beside the large wooden crate. Max
continued to hold Brock, his hands now gently stroked his chest and abs.

Brock spoke first, his throat tight and dry. "That was amazing, Master
Sgt. Thank you, Sir."

"Was it what you wanted?" Max queried.

"Yes Master Sgt.; exactly what I hoped for." He sighed contentedly.

Max eased Brock forward and stood up, reaching for his clothes and started
to dress. Brock continued to sit propped up by the crate.

"Well, I'm glad you had a great time." Max smiled then his face suddenly
grew stern. "Because that was our last time Gunny."

Brock straightened immediately, turning his full attention to Max. He
couldn't hide the near panic that washed over his face suddenly.

"Don't look at me like that Gunny; you knew this day was coming." He said
matter of factly.

"I just thought..." Brock's voice was soft, almost forlorn. His heart raced
anew with a sudden sense of unimaginable loss. Max had practically been his
salvation, his oasis, in a life that was nothing but duty and obligation in
every other facet of his existence. Not only could Max sense the despair
building in the young man, he could smell it.

"Enough!!!" Max ordered, glaring down at Brock. "Get your ass up and get
dressed!" he paused before adding: "We've got things to discuss, not least
of which is your future Gunny."



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A special thanks goes out to Sam again not only for his editing skills and
proof reading but his patient encouragement!

I want to emphasize, that while this story isn't a sci-fi one, it is a
modern day fantasy and though that may not seem so presient thus far, those
fantasy elements will become clearer as it progresses.

As always, comments are always welcome, I love hearing from all of you!



Ulf



Feel free to contact me with your comments or questions at:
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