[Gruntraq] Sailor And The Sergeant 16 - The Final Day

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An erotic tale of fiction continued from Sailor And The Sergeant 15

After being gang fucked, pissed on and slurping down the multiple loads of 22 drunk dirty men the Sailor slept like a baby. After his man cult initiation on the Altar Of Fuck last night Master Sergeant’s boys locked him up in one of the barn’s horse stalls. The dirt floored cell had a steel bar gate much like a jail cell with only a canvas cot and a stiff scratchy blanket in which to sleep on alone. He was used to sleeping on a rack in a dark cold hole having spent years in the holds of a Navy ship so he had no problem bedding in.

His new love Ritchie had spent the night in the barrack cabin with the other twenty or so men, satisfying their every twisted desire. He was their kept boy this weekend and he spent little time asleep and little time without a drunk rough cock in him, jumping from bunk to bunk . When day break came the hung-over and well sexed men in the barrack got up and left for breakfast. Ritchie, naked and used rolled over and tried to get some sleep. He knew his Sailor would be the main attraction today and he would be able to get some rest.

Chad awoke the sound of the large wooden barn doors sliding open and the boisterous voices of the men entering through the dusty beams of light. “Time to wake up Sunshine”, he heard Sgt Ramos taunt. The Sailor still dressed only in his socks and black Doc Martens crawled off his cot and walked over to the steel bar gate of his stall to see what was happening. His fuck hole felt raw like sandpaper and ached with a scratchy dullness. It felt swollen and inflated as he clenched his ass muscles tightly.

It was early and he was having a hard time focusing at first as he saw Sgt. Ramos unlocking the gate and swinging it open. He then begun unbuttoning his Levis, a few other men milling up behind him. “Are you hungry for breakfast son?” Sgt Ramos asked him tauntingly as he pulled his fat uncut dick from his pants. “Yes Sir. I’m very hungry and thirsty too,” Sailor said. “Don’t worry son, you’ll get fed well today”. His stomach was indeed sore and growling with emptiness as he had not had not eaten since the fruit smoothie Surfer had made him for lunch yesterday. And then there was the multiple loads of man seed he swallowed last night, but it was hardly a meal.

Sgt Ramos stepped up and stuck his semi erect meat out and said, “Get over here and have some breakfast then”. The Sailor dropped to his knees as ordered and began taking Ramos in his mouth. His cock tasted raunchy with sweat, piss and sex. The tall muscular Latin cop had not showered since last night’s fuck fest and probably fucked more ass since then. Chad worked him hard to get his load and satisfy his new boss. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw more men entering the barn and some had begun jacking off as they watched the action. “Come on, suck that cock!”, Ramos encouraged as he began bucking back and forth. Finally his ripe raunchy cock delivered it‘s prize into the back of Sailor‘s throat. “Uuhhh Yeah! Fuck!“ Ramos grunted. A few of the guys in the background hooted and cheered. Swallowing his warm salty seed as fast has he could, Chad continued licking and slurping each remaining dribble as Ramos squeezed and wrung his cock out.

“Cum and piss is all you get to eat today boy.” Ramos said to the Sailor. “You want that hungry feeling in your stomach to go away, you have to work for it. You make it to the evening without passing out or giving up you get the prize.” With that he walked away and the other men began advancing toward the stall with their dicks in hand and forming a line. One by one Chad sucked the men’s dirty fuck tools to completion until all of them had given them their morning load of cum. Some of them had small loads while others over-filled his sore mouth. When each of them finished they headed off to the farm house for a full sit-down breakfast of bacon and eggs. The Sailor could smell the fresh home cooking in the barn from across the courtyard as he cleaned each on of the 22 men’s dirty dicks.

When the last one of them buttoned up their pants he patted the Sailor’s buzz cut skull locked the gate behind him when he left. The Sailor was once again left alone in the stall. Having to piss himself, he stood in the back corner of the stall and let the warm stream of dark yellow urine flow on the dirt floor from his pierced cock. He laid back down on the cot and began stoking his thick cock. Shutting his eyes and rolling his tongue around in his cum soaked mouth he flashed the images and feelings of the last night through his head. Squeezing and pulling on his cock violently, tabbing the sensitive piercing, and dousing his nose into the thick bushy black hair of his ripe armpit he didn’t take long to explode all over his stomach in a short lived orgasmic high. He culled his fresh warm cum up with his fingers and fed it to himself, licking them clean. He laid back and relaxed for a moment and realized his stomach was no longer begging for attention.

His mind wandered as he laid in silence for the next half and hour until he began hearing voices and feet once again. He sat up and then stood to attention when the two of the men came up to his stall gate and whipped out their dicks. Thinking they wanted him to suck them off again, he got on his knees again before them. It shocked him for a brief second when the warm sour wetness of their piss began streaming onto his face. The two men laughed and joked at him as they drained their bladders.. “Open your mouth fag! Open your mouth and drink it like a man you fuck!”, one of the men hazed. Chad reached inside himself and mustered up the guts to open his mouth and give himself to it as they showering his face with their hard yellow streams of man piss. As they were finishing up more men were making their way up to relieve themselves. Having finished a hearty breakfast with lots of coffee the men arrived one by one over the next 10-15 minutes to take a warm piss on their boy. The Sailor still struggled mentally to swallow the ripe salty urine, but did his best to gratefully accept their pungent warm offering. He manned up, shut his eyes and allowed himself to be owned.

As they filtered out the two bounding muscle studs who had escorted him in yesterday came to get him. Smelling raunchy of urine, sweat and man sex the Sailor was led back to the cleaning stall where he was instructed to remove his boots and socks for a hose down. The men sprayed him down like livestock with a cold garden hose sprayer and handed him a bottle of liquid soap. “Go ahead and lather yourself up”, one of them said. “Thank You Sir”, Chad said dutifully, took the soap and rubbed his sore body down top to bottom. When finished the men sprayed him down again with the cold water until he was fully rinsed. He was then asked to bend over and grab the steel bar on the side of the stall again to receive another thorough wash out of his hole with the cold water. The cold steel enema wand was inserted in his swollen chute and the process of cleaning him out for business began again.

When they were done flushing out his cunt one of the men handed the muscular recruit a towel and allowed him to dry off. Once finished the other man handed him a dry pair of socks. “Here put these on. You need clean socks.” Chad was grateful having had his feet soaked in piss. “Thank you so much Sir”, he said as the sailor sat on the wooden bench with his bare ass once again his sore hole reminded him again how much he had been used last night. Taking on a more casual demeanor one of the man said, “We do care about you. This is just initiation”. Chad nodded knowing that nobody meant him to suffer. In fact while it was torturous and tiring, even mentally challenging he was feeling emotions inside him that had him on a major high.

“So what happens today?”, the Sailor asked the men. They both smirked and one of them simply said, “More”.

To Be Continued

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