[Gruntraq] Sailor And The Sergeant 13

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An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor And The Sergeant 12

Chad was hurting. His chute ached every time he moved, a reminder of what he had gone through in the past day. The ride up to the hills from town didn’t take as long as Ritchie had thought and they were soon at the gate. An uniformed officer leaning against a tan County Park Ranger truck walked to the car as they pulled off the road onto the gravel drive. “What can I help you guys with today?” Ritchie said, “Were here for the party”. The Ranger nodded at Ritchie and said, “you know the way”. He then walked over and swung the steel gate open for them. Ritchie and the Sailor proceeded on the 1.5 mile drive up the gravel road to the main farm house. After parking the car they walked up the steps to the open front door and let themselves in.

“Hey gentlemen”, the leathered up bear stud sitting behind the front desk called out. “Which one of you is Chad?”. The bounding Sailor stepped forward and said “I am”. The man looked at him up and down admiringly and said, “Good. You need to go upstairs, and see Sgt. Ramos in his office”. Chad looked at Surfer quizzically. “Go ahead, I‘ll see ya later on”.

Dressed in camo pants, his favorite gray faded NAVY T-shirt, and black Doc Martens, Chad walked up the steps with his heart starting to pound. As he topped the stairs a man’s voice from a room to the left said, “Come on in son”. Chad’s heart raced as he recognized the man who took his virginity. Sgt Ramos sat in a leather chair behind a large desk. “God ahead, have a seat,” Ramos said.

The Sailor sat stiffly in the leather chair in front of the desk as Sgt Ramos began to talk. ”How are you doing there son“? Ramos asked. “I‘m alright Sir. Thank you for asking,” Chad answered. “Son, you have showed remarkable character and attitude since we first me. I know you have been through a lot. I have taken the opportunity to review your application to the academy, your records and talked to your superiors in the Navy.

They speak very highly of your qualifications. I know you are going to make an outstanding police officer.” Chad let out a breath of relief for a moment and nodded in acknowledgement of Ramos’s compliments. “I presume that Ritchie has shared with you that I am planning to help you through the process at the academy and my expectation that you will join my team?”. Sensing that he was talking to his future superior officer Chad took a more professional tone, “Yes sir, that is correct. I really appreciate your help and I want to be a part of your team”, he answered resolutely.

Sgt Ramos smiled and leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigar. “Excellent! Then let me tell you a little bit being on my team.” Ramos offered. “You and me, we share a common desire, a common thread you know? Being on my team means you need to be a part of the Brotherhood here. All of us, these men outside share our common thread. We are an Family here. We are closer than any squad, association, or union out there. Our common thread is one that is kept between us. We don’t talk about it. We don’t have a website. We don’t write letters to the editor. Understand?”

Chad nodded as he listened. Sgt Ramos went on, “We are men of love for our brothers. I know that you having been in the military know what that means. We take that to a higher level. Once you are one with our brotherhood, you are always one of us no matter what. We are of one seed.” The Sailor really hungered for what Ramos was laying out, it was this desire for camaraderie, for a closeness to other men that he felt in the Navy but rose to sex, spirit and soul. It was almost turning him on as he listened. Ramos continued, “But for you to become one of us, you have to give of yourself and make a commitment to the Brothers”.

Chad asked looking Sgt Ramos in the eye and said, “So what do I need to do Sir?”

The Sgt took a long puff off his Cohiba and let out the smoke. Clearing his throat Ramos answered, “Well, there of course is a formal oath. More importantly and relevant to this conversation you have to pass an initiation that starts right now if you accept. You are going to have to really want this because you will be hurting pretty badly before it's over. You will be challenged. Do you think you have what it takes?” With a shot of nervous voltage and want Chad stood up and stated authoritatively, “I will not disappoint you Sir” Sgt. Ramos smiled, “Then we shall begin the festivities.” Sgt Ramos showed him down the steps.

Two well stacked studs were waiting in the foyer. They were both wearing Levis and black T-Shirts with bright yellow police logos on the pockets. “Come with us”, one of them said to Chad as they motioned him to follow. Sgt Ramos smiled at Chad and departed “Good luck son”. The two men escorted him out the door of the farm house and up the small gravel drive to across a courtyard to the a large wooden barn. A gathered and conversing group of about 20 men dressed in various get-ups of leather, biker, cop, and militaria were hanging out at a small outdoor bar drinking beer from a keg. They stopped their conversations to stare as the Sailor and his escorts passed by.

One of the men tapped the Sailor on the shoulder and said, “Salute them!”. Chad felt a pang of nervousness and intimidation as the collection of rough hewn and masculine buff men began smiling and ogling at him, some grabbed their crotch and smiled at him hungrily. The Sailor stopped before them and gave them his best military salute. They all laughed and jeered, some mock saluting him back. He felt like a new fish entering the jail.

After they passed through the large open doors of the wooden barn Chad could see a small raised platform stage with rows of wooden benches arrayed out from it on a dirt floor. The stage had a few wicked furnishings and devices he knew were for him. On the either side of the barn walls were gated horse stalls and various tack storage areas. There was a slight smell of raw leather, hay and horse shit, but the place was otherwise clean. The two men led him to the stage and up the steps to the leather bound table with fixed stirrups.

A man with huge arms that at first looked like a WF wrestler was standing next to it. The man was bald with a huge bushy brown goatee and leather straps on his upper left arm. He wore a dirtied jock strap under a pair of brown leather chaps and had a set of leather work-boots big enough to crush his head. He had a deeply tanned and defined set of abs, bulging pecs, and a gold chain around his neck. He asked, “So, this is our new recruit?”, and smiled admiringly at the nervous Sailor.

“I’m your Master Sergeant this weekend”, he said to Chad eyeing him like a piece of ass. “And you are my Recruit”. The Sailor felt the hands of his two escorts on his neck and shoulders. In a swift motion, they forced Chad to his knees. Drill Sergeant was pulling his browned and yellowed jock aside while the two men held him by the shoulders. “Let’s see how well you show respect to you superiors”, he said as he pulled his rubbery uncut cock from his pants and slapped it against Chad’s face. He pumped it a couple of times to size as Chad made his first attempts at mouthing it.

He inhaled he smelled the rank odor of Master Sergeant ’s hardening tool. He must not have bathed in days Chad thought. His crotch smelled ripe of sweat and piss like he had never smelled before. “Suck it Recruit!” Master Sergeant ordered as he grabbed Chad’s head and forced fed him his fat cock. Chad felt the stinky shaft slide across his tongue and to the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. The taste his rank tool made him hesitate and back away at first. “That wont do boy!” Master Sergeant barked and shoved himself back down Chad’s throat with force and began fucking his skull mercilessly.

The smell and taste this man’s dirty tool combined with the leather of his chaps finally sank in. After a minute, Chad caught up with him and began sucking and slurping his Master Sergeant's cock aggressively while the two men behind him held him tightly. “That’s better! That’s better! Suck that cock! Get used to it! You got over 20 men to please this weekend!” the Master taunted as he thrusted Sailor’s face with his meat. “Squeeze my balls”, he ordered as Chad was working up a sweat. The Sailor raised one of his hands and circum-coddled his bushy haired nuts, giving them a deft pull and squeeze. “Uuhho, yeah that’s it boy, that’s good shit!” Master Sergeant complimented.

Soon the Master Sergeant grasped Sailor’s buzzed skull tightly and planted his exploding cock deep into his throat, bucking him hard two or three times as hot cum escaped around Chad’s tight lips. “You better swallow every last drop boy” Drill Sergeant said, “You're on an all cum diet this weekend. So unless you want to go hungry, you better savor every last drop!“ As Master Sergeant ’s sticky load ran down his chin, Chad writhed his tongue to keep it from spurting out all over, licking and slurping at his warm salty seed. The Drill Sergeant pulled his spent meat from Sailor’s mouth and printed up his red face with the dripping end of his cock. “Clean out the end of my cock!”. Chad followed his order and ran his tongue in and out of the foreskin folds at the end of his Master’s cock, cleaning out every last drop and bit of salty pasty scum.

Releasing his skull and shoving him away, Master Sergeant pulled his shrinking tool back into his jock strap. He looked at the two men behind him and said, “Okay get him ready for breeding”. He then looked down at Sailor and nudged his chin up to face him. Chad swallowed the last streams of Master Sergeant‘s feeding and a sizeable lump of apprehension. “Good job boy.”, Master Sergeant complimented as he patted him on the head like a dog. “Do what these men tell you and I’ll see you a little later”. He then let himself out of the barn and the two men went to work on their Recruit.

To Be Continued

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