Raw Recruits

by Zack

  “You really should obey the sergeant,” Jan snapped out.

  His words took the heat out of Luke’s flash of temper. He smiled to himself and relaxed mentally while consciously straightening his spine.

  “You said you knew how to take orders,” the sergeant growled. “Do as the man said—obey. If you need any incentive—and I’m sure you don’t—there’s a first installment of two thousand dollars for each of you if you pass the tests.”

  “Okay, boss.” Luke grinned, suddenly amiable.

  He received a second lash with the swagger stick.

  “Yessir, sergeant, sir!” Whatever turns you on. Nevertheless he was surprised at the thrill that ran through his body at the thought of submission, particularly to the gymnastic Jan. Luke liked to play the master and on the streets it was usually the customer who wanted to crawl and lick ass and boots, but from time to time he could give way to a show of naked power. Harry, he knew, liked to indulge a masochistic streak occasionally and judging by the hard bulge in his fatigue trousers he was looking forward to this one.

  They stripped, efficient and unashamed, proud of their bodies even with a specimen like Jan around. Luke wondered at the relationship between Jan and the sergeant. Who’s the top dog in this outfit? Jan seemed subservient, but only to a degree and it was hard to decipher their relationship at such short notice.

  “Legs wide,” the sergeant barked. They did as ordered and Jan and the sergeant walked around them. Even when they were out of his eyes-forward sight, he could feel their penetrating gazes as a physical presence. They seemed to take no notice of the semi-erections Luke and Harry sported. The sergeant walked behind Luke again and he felt the swagger stick pressed against his asshole then jabbed up a couple of inches. Luke winced but held his ground.

  “Good, that’s a first lesson learned,” the sergeant sneered as he walked around in front of Harry and gave his nipple a vicious twist. Harry hissed at the quick pain and the sergeant spat heavily in his face. Harry made no move to wipe away the gob of spittle that slid down his cheek. “Good,” the sergeant repeated. “Right, let’s see what you two are made of. Flat on your stomachs, arms spread.”

  They stretched out on the cold floor.

  “One hundred push-ups. Fast.”

  Military training and frequent gym workouts made this easy for Luke and Harry and they finished almost in unison.

  “Again.”

  They made two hundred, but slowed toward the end. Luke’s breath came hard now and sweat formed a thin film over his straining body. A sideways glance showed that Harry was in a similar state.

  “Okay, cocksuckers, try this.” The sergeant stood over Harry and placed a black-booted foot on his backside. Harry’s cock twitched into life as the cold, sharp leather heel pressed against his ass cheeks. Jan came over, stood above Luke, and placed a sweaty foot on his butt. The intimate contact of flesh on flesh sent an electric thrill through Luke’s prone body.

  “Another hundred, fuckers,” the sergeant barked.

  The pressure on Luke’s rump remained light for the first few push-ups but increased until every muscle in his trunk, back, and legs strained with the effort. The veins bulged under his skin, hot and pulsing, and sweat poured off him to form pools on the floor. His chest made a squelching noise as it contacted the floor on each downward motion.

  With the sweat streaming down his face and obscuring his vision, Luke could only see occasionally out of the corner of his eye the gradual subjugation of his friend’s body. He was nearing the limits of his physical abilities and so was Harry. His push-ups became more and more painful, and every muscle screamed for release. Then he felt Jan sit on his ass and the gymnast’s big hand slapped over Luke’s face. Jan’s fingers forced their way into his mouth and pulled his head back. Luke wanted to cry out for the man to stop but all he managed was a strangled burble through the painfully gripping bunch of fingers.

  “Push you bastard,” he heard Jan hiss, but he couldn’t lift more than a few inches off the ground.

  “Had enough my young ass licker?”

  Luke tried to nod his submission but his head was held too tightly.

  “You’re almost tamed,” Jan snarled. “It’s time for your last lesson.” He let go of Luke’s head.

  Luke collapsed into the puddle of his own sweat and gasped as Jan kicked his legs wide. He sensed the gymnast kneel between them, felt the pressure of bony knees holding his thighs wide apart. And then Luke gagged as he was grabbed under the jaw with one powerful hand again. Jan yanked his chin up and then used his other hand to grope roughly around Luke’s sweat-sodden asshole. Anticipating what was coming next, a wave of part-fear, part-delirious excitement gripped Luke and he squirmed on the wet floor. He felt two of Jan’s fingers penetrate past his still-tight sphincter and then splay out to force the muscles apart. His ass reared in the air, inviting greater violation. Now three fingers forced his hole into a wide O and a fourth finger slipped its way in. Then all four fingers squeezed and pinched the soft flesh inside him.

  The ecstatic pain cut the last threads of Luke’s control; his body took over and his asshole flared wide open. At once Jan withdrew his invasive digits. There came a moment’s relief and then Luke reeled from the massive blow that penetrated deep into his rectum.

  Ahhh, jeez!

  It was like a tightly-balled fist tearing him apart and Luke believed Jan was fisting him until the gymnast brought both hands into play to force his head almost double on his back. Suddenly, through the blinding haze that flooded his limping mind, he realized that it was the man’s massive meat inside him.

  Jan folded his hot and slippery body on top of Luke and began to pump his ass with an urgency that frightened Luke because of the man’s animal power. He feared that his insides were coming apart, stretched beyond his capability to take this vicious weapon. But in spite of the awesome reaming, Luke ground his cock into the floor in a mind-blowing hump that took him far into the zone of sexual frenzy, where he was too far gone to care what happened deep within him.

  The meat impaling Luke slurped and sucked as Jan withdrew to his swollen cock head and then slammed back up him. Gradually Jan’s strokes become more rhythmic and Luke found his own body moving in synchronization until their two bodies were as one, each plunge of Jan’s cock taking him to new, exquisite highs. When it seemed that no greater summit could be reached and the violator’s weapon was setting his whole abdomen on fire, he felt Jan’s meat pulse as the muscular spasms that signaled the coming eruption began.

  Luke moaned and then screamed as his body jerked convulsively. It was a howl of complete submission, and it was the trigger that released the ass-searing explosion of white-hot cum from Jan’s balls. It seemed to Luke, as the man’s jizz burnt deep inside him, that it was rushing to join his own, now firing up the shaft of his cock, trapped between his flesh and the hard gym floor, to spray beneath him and plaster his abdomen, hot and sticky.

  Jan let go Luke’s head and his body came to rest. Luke could feel the cock inside him gently throbbing in the afterglow and they lay together for a while.

  Jan said quietly, “You’re not doing badly. Now let’s see your friend receive his training. Don’t struggle, or it will go the worse for you.”

  With that he got up from Luke’s prone form, grabbed him up under the armpits and dragged him across the floor to a vaulting horse. He hauled Luke up as though he weighed nothing and dropped him roughly on top of the horse. He pulled him along until Luke’s chin rested on the edge and tied his dangling legs and arms to the four legs of the horse. Luke was like a child in this man’s hands and his bemused admiration had the trappings of an adolescent crush. He would have done anything for him. Jan swiveled the horse around so that it faced the center of the floor where the sergeant continued his training of Harry.

  Through the mists that still lingered before his eyes Luke saw his friend on his hands and knees licking one of the sergeant’s boots; the other booted foot pressed down on his neck
. The sergeant had stripped to the waist and Luke could see that although he was big and barrel-chested, there was virtually no fat at all. He stood arrogantly with his thumbs tucked in the top of his fatigue pants. His tightly strapped cock and balls hung out of his fly and he was rapidly growing stiff.

  * * *

  “Lick, fucker, lick,” Harry heard the sergeant rumble. Harry had been reluctant at first to submit in this way but the sight of Jan violently fucking Luke had driven him wild for a piece of the action. Now to his surprise he was beginning to enjoy the smell and taste of the leather, and the boot on his neck sent thrills all the way along his body and up his straining, erect cock. His mouth brimmed with saliva which dribbled onto the boot, only to be licked up again. Then the pressure on his neck relaxed.

  “Up,” the sergeant commanded. Harry struggled to his knees to be rewarded with the sight of a red, swollen cock head inches from his mouth. Shiny rivulets of clear pre-cum oozed stickily from the flaring piss hole. At the base of the cock he saw a bright metal cock ring squeezing the already expanded flesh so that the whole rod of meat seemed ready to burst out of its skin. Harry licked his lips in anticipation, but without warning the sergeant placed a boot against his chest and pushed him viciously, so that he fell, momentarily winded, on his back.

  The sergeant allowed Harry no time to recover his breath. He stripped quickly, sat on Harry’s chest, and pinned his arms to the floor with cruelly hard knees. He reached out, grabbed Harry’s head and raised it up, then lifted himself slightly off Harry’s chest to ram his cock between the parted lips. Harry’s mouth gaped wide to its limit. He gagged as the mushroom-shaped cock head reached his throat and kept going. The surprise attack never gave his throat muscles time to react. The sergeant was an expert deep-throat fucker. Harry reckoned he’d punked the heads of many a young soldier as a punishment, knowing full well they would be too humiliated to tell anyone about the experience.

  Harry’s mouth flooded with saliva as the last of his resistance evaporated, and still the man pushed his shaft even farther down Harry’s gullet. He let Harry’s head fall to the floor and positioned his face carefully so that it was in just the right position to take the cock well down. Nine rock-hard inches of cock powered between Harry’s overstretched lips and, far down, pushed against and distorted his painfully arched throat as the man’s wiry pubes abraded his chin. Now the sergeant began rhythmically to fuck his face, the big balls, extended and engorged by the leather strap, slapped Harry’s chest and throat, and pungent groin sweat dripped onto his face.

  The Sergeant grasped Harry’s head in both hands so that he could twist his hips with each grinding fuck and drill his cock to the hilt. Harry writhed in delight and just as he thought the sergeant was ready to shoot his load the man pulled from his mouth.

  The sergeant stood up and spun around. He squatted down and shoved his ass into Harry’s face, swiftly pinning Harry’s arms with his legs. Between thumb and forefinger, he pincered Harry’s long, erect nipples and squeezed viciously, digging his nails into the brown flesh at their base. Pain and delight sent alternate spasms through Harry, his body became as rigid as a surf board, his muscles fibrillated in waves of ecstasy and agony. He could feel his own erect cock pulsing so strongly that it slapped his abdomen with audible fwap-fwaps.

  “Let’s feel that tongue of yours, boy!”

  Harry gathered the saliva and sweat from being throat-fucked and spat the lot heavily against the hairy asshole above him, then spread it around with his tongue. He felt the wet ass cheeks press down onto his face as the sergeant centered his lubricated asshole against Harry’s mouth. Harry flashed his tongue out, slipped it easily between the muscle, and up inside the man. He flicked the tip of his tongue around licking up the inner wet taste until the sergeant writhed in pleasure. Again he administered a burst of finger-twisting ecstasy to Harry’s nipples. Harry arched his trunk off the floor in response. Then the sergeant leaned forward to take hold of Harry’s thick meat and began jerking him. He took his own sticky tool in hand while still grinding his asshole in Harry’s face, getting as much of what Harry was giving him as he could.

  Harry grunted continuously in pleasure as repeated surges of heat rushed into his groin. The man had complete control of his body, and Harry abandoned himself to the whirl of sensation. He felt the sergeant’s body begin to quiver. The quiver became a series of shudders and they became a part of Harry. Roller waves of pleasure washed through his body. The sergeant let out a low, deep cry and writhed, his engulfing ass almost asphyxiating Harry. A second later Harry felt and heard the stream of cum erupt and land on his chest, stomach, and over the hand that pumped Harry’s cock.

  The stream flowed down between the sergeant’s fingers and formed a warm, creamy lubrication that allowed the man to deepen his stroke on Harry. At the same time he leaned forward so Harry could gulp in air at last, and see down his body. The feel of the man’s potent sex pouring over him released the dam inside Harry and ropes of cum jetted from his cock. The sergeant leaned far forward to take the fountain. It lammed into his face, matted the hair on his chest with thick white gobs. He bent down and greedily tongued up the cum, then went down to suck the last drops of juice from Harry’s tortured cock.

  The sergeant wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up. “I’d say you pass, boy. Let’s see how Jan feels.” He walked over to the horse, where Luke lay spread and shackled over its back. “He’s all yours,” he announced. By twisting his neck, Luke could see Jan’s smile, lips pressed together in a thin line.

  Jan padded over to where Harry still sprawled on the gym floor. He bent down and wiped some of the cum off Harry’s chest and used it to lubricate his growing cock. He looked down coolly at the exhausted hustler as he massaged it back to a full hard-on. Luke saw for the first time all eleven inches of the hard rod that had fucked him almost into oblivion.

  Jan bent down and rolled an unresisting Harry over on his stomach, then lay down on him and took a hold of his head as he’d done with Luke. With no preliminaries he thrust his cock fast into Harry, who gasped at the shock of it. Jan had taken him instantly and pushed in all the way to his hard balls before Harry could have known what had happened—and now he was being fucked just as fast.

  The sight of his friend being screwed as hard as Jan had fucked him excited Luke wildly. He undulated his middle as much as his bonds allowed to grind his stiff meat against the leather surface of the horse and the glossy material gave his wet cock head a thrilling frisson. Then the sergeant’s hand came down hard on his vulnerable ass cheeks, followed by a pair of hands that gripped his hips firmly.

  Suddenly he felt a fat cock head press against his asshole. But rather than slam it in fast, the sergeant chose to push slowly but relentlessly forward. Luke could feel the great flare of the knob stretching the periphery of his sphincter. The slow violation made him dizzy with painful pleasure and he knew he would come a second time quickly. The sergeant grasped Luke’s thighs so he could press deeper, faster and faster, using the assful of jizz from Luke’s last fuck as lubrication. He gave a final great heave inside Luke and shot his load.

  Almost before he finished jizzing he pulled himself roughly out. He rapidly untied Luke and lifted him to the floor. Kneeling over Luke’s chest, he began to jerk him. Luke realized that it was the cold speed and ease with which these men performed their sex that made you feel submissive. At that thought, and with the feel of the man holding him down, Luke’s loins exploded. As the jet of cum gushed out the sergeant bent down and placed his mouth over the spurting cock head and sucked noisily. He drew his lips over the sensitive edge of the glans and forced gasps of delight from Luke.

  When he had drunk the last oozing drops of Luke’s cum, the sergeant got up and said, “Right boy, go take a shower and get dressed. Then we got some business to discuss.”

  Luke rolled over and sat up. He tucked his feet in and wrapped aching arms around his knees. “You mean that’s it? You don’t want to know
how we make out with guns and stuff?”

  The sergeant grinned wolfishly. “You want some more of that, boy? Don’t worry, you’ll see plenty of action in this army.” He jutted a thumb out. “The shower’s that way.”

  Luke got up and headed toward the door. He saw Jan stand up and pull Harry to his feet. Luke crossed to his friend and saw that although his eyes were glazed a stupid big smile plastered his face.

  “Okay, buddy?”

  “And how!” Harry winked. “Fuck the money—I’ll go anywhere where there’s more like those two.”

  “Let’s shower and hear the rest of it first,” Luke cautioned, keeping his voice low enough not to be overheard by the other two, who followed them toward the locker room area. “There has to be a catch to this somewhere. I never heard of mercenaries getting recruited like this, so what’s behind it? Perhaps they’re just jerking us for a thrill…but I’d like to think not, because I’d sure like a chance to fuck that amazing gymnast.”

  The four men took turns to shower and dressed in silence. When Luke saw Jan putting on his jockstrap and nothing else, he wondered if there were more recruits to be put through their paces that night.

  The sergeant led the way back across the gym and through a door behind a screen. The office on the other side was compact, uncluttered, and scrupulously tidy in military fashion. A modestly sized desk and a chair behind it made up the only furniture, beyond a file cabinet. The desk was clear, except for a large flat-screen computer and a laptop. The sergeant sat down on the desk chair, leaving the two recruits to stand in front of him. Jan leaned cagily against the wall, somehow relaxed and yet as alert as a cat watching a mouse. He fingered the packed pouch of his jock strap and looked at Luke, who in turn tongued the gymnast’s warm places with his eyes. His message was clear. One day, buddy…

  “I want your cell phones.” The sergeant looked up expectantly. “You won’t be needing them on this mission, and there’s to be absolutely no contact with anyone for the duration. Don’t worry, you’ll get them back when we’re all done.”