Private Nathaniel Muckham is in trouble again, writing checks his ass is gonna have to back! That’s cuz his cruel drill sergeant is the legendary Drill Sergeant Manstrong Powers, who’s been known to make his cadets bend over and take it!
Can Private Muckham handle the punishment Sgt. Powers is ready to dish out?!
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Nathaniel started quaking in his boots as soon as he saw Sergeant Powers. That was because Nathaniel had snuck out of the barracks at Fort Rumblemore today to fuck with this slut who had been begging for his cock. He didn’t have any leave, so he was technically AWOL for a couple hours.
But Nathaniel had made it back on base without getting caught. He and the other soldiers in his unit talked and played cards most of the night, and Nathaniel had slyly refused to tell them what he did while teasing them about it. Eventually he had had no choice but to let it slip.
But there was no way his squadmates would have ratted him out. Even if they had wanted to, nobody left the barracks. There was no time for anyone to have squealed to Drill Sergeant Powers.
Now it was past dawn, and everyone was putting their shorts on to get ready for the early morning routine.
Judging from the sweat that clung to his burly body, Sergeant Powers had already begun his morning run. His middle-aged body was craggy and weathered but packed with powerful muscles. Was Sergeant Powers here to yell at Nathaniel? He couldn’t imagine how he would know what had happened last night.
But when Powers stepped in and bellowed, “Atten-tion!”, Nathaniel knew that he had been caught. Powers stared right at Nathaniel, who snapped to his feet and saluted in sync with the other soldiers in the barracks. He wore only thin white briefs, which made him feel naked and vulnerable — if he had known Sergeant Powers was going to come into the barracks, he’d have worn shorts. He didn’t usually come into the barracks this early in the morning though.
Nathaniel had always been the biggest, toughest guy around, but now that he was in the Army, there was always someone stronger and larger not that far away. It had been humbling for him.
Sergeant Powers was one of those men who put Nathaniel to shame. Sergeant Powers was so big he had to send away for Army boots and pants that fit him. He stooped to get into the barracks. The sweat-stained green t-shirt he wore bulged against his muscles like it was too small for him.
He came close to Nathaniel, then came even closer, until they were foot to foot and nose to nose. “Some of you think that this place is like a resort, where you can come and go whenevuh you want,” Sergeant Powers said. He snorted and grabbed his nuts through his boxer shorts. When he moved his hand away, his limp, greasy cock flopped out through the fly.
Everyone else in the barracks gasped. It was impossible that Sergeant Powers didn’t realize what had happened, but he either did it deliberately or decided to roll with it. Nathaniel was shocked by how big it was. He had always kind of assumed that not every part of Sergeant Powers could be gigantic, that the rumors about his cock couldn’t be true. He just hoped the other rumors weren’t true either.
Sergeant Powers was sometimes called — not to his face — Sergeant Sodomy, because he was rumored to ramrod soldiers under his command. Supposedly a private had awoken to Powers fucking him one night, and he ended up needing stitches in his rectum and had to be discharged from the Army because he couldn’t march straight. Nathaniel had never believed those stories, but now he wasn’t so sure.
He gulped. Sergeant Powers screwed up his eyes right in front of him, so close they were practically kissing. He had been talking, but Nathaniel was entranced by that swinging cock. He didn’t know what Sergeant Powers had said.
“Huh? Private Muckham?” Sergeant Powers leaned in close, his toothpaste-scented breath condensing on Nathaniel’s face. It was hot and minty, an odd combination, and it made Nathaniel wrinkle his nose.
Then his massive hand cupped Nathaniel’s cock and balls through his boxers. The other soldiers gasped again, and Nathaniel’s knees went weak. He expected pain, assuming that Powers was going to squeeze his sac, but he didn’t. He just cradled Nathaniel’s genitals gently — but firmly — with one of his big, meaty hands.
“Sir, I’m sorry, sir,” Nathaniel said. He tried to sound confident.
“Did you hear the question I asked you, Private Shitface?”
“Sir… No. I’m sorry, sir,” Nathaniel said. Some of his fellow soldiers snickered.
“I ain’t think so. I asked you a question. I’m gonna pretend you was listenin’ to me and you answered me truthfully, Shitface,” Sergeant Powers said. “That okay with you?” His hands played with Nathaniel’s balls through the thin fabric of the Army-issue briefs he wore.
“Sir, yes, sir.”
“Do you want me to tell the MPs what ya answer was, Private Shitface?”
“Uh… Sir… I don’t know, uh-“
Now he squeezed. He darted his hand beneath the waistband of Nathaniel’s underwear, gripped his cock and balls hard and squeezed, just hard enough to make Nathaniel wince and flash with pain. His knees buckled and he had to take a deep breath to steady himself.
Now everyone gasped. Nathaniel even heard whispering — they were all attention, so that wasn’t allowed — and the term Sergeant Sodomy came out of someone’s mouth. Nathaniel prayed that wasn’t what was going to happen. Nathaniel hadn’t even missed any assignments or duties. It wasn’t a big deal, Nathaniel thought, he’d probably have kitchen duty for a few weeks. He didn’t even hate kitchen duty like most of the other soldiers — Nathaniel had grown up working in his parents’ restaurant, so peeling potatoes reminded him of home.
“Why not? If you happy wit’ me choosing the truthful answer, you should be okay with the military police findin’ out. That’s just logic, ain’t it?”
“Sir, yes, sir.” Nathaniel said. He knew from dealing with Sergeant Powers in the past that it would be better for him to just admit it now. “Sir… I’m sorry. I snuck off-base last night. I shouldn’t have. It was just, there was a girl…”
“A girl?” Sergeant Powers said with a grin. “Why ain’t you say so? A girl. That makes anything okay, Private Shitface.” He took his hand off Nathaniel’s sweaty balls, then held it beneath Nathaniel’s nose. It smelled like stanky cockmeat, and Nathaniel wrinkled his nose. “Suck my hand clean, Private Shitface.”
“Ah shit, he’s doin’ it…”
“I told ya!”
The whispering seemed so loud now, Nathaniel couldn’t imagine why Sergeant Powers wasn’t yelling at them to get back at attention. But his dark, craggy face remained aimed directly at Nathaniel’s face, so close the tips of their noses glancingly touched. After a moment’s hesitation, Nathaniel did as he was told. Sergeant Powers slowly made him suck on all five fingers, and then Nathaniel licked his rough-skinned palm. He gagged at the salty flavor and callused texture of Sergeant Powers’s middle-aged man-flesh.
He thought that would be it. He just took Sergeant Powers’s finger in his mouth, gagged loudly and endured giggling from the other soldiers.
But it didn’t end there.
When Sergeant Powers took his hand away, Nathaniel’s mouth felt dry and dirty. He wanted to go brush his teeth. He could feel grainy dirt or maybe sweat-salt sticking to his tongue, and it made him gag even when he was done sucking Sergeant Powers’s hand.
“You put this whole unit at risk, Private Shitface.” He paused. “You know what? I’m gonna call you Private Fuckup from now on. That’s more appropriate, ain’t it?”
“Uh… Sir, yes, Drill Sergeant, sir, if you think so,” Nathaniel said.
“That’s appropriate cuz I’m gonna fuck you up, private,” Sergeant Powers said. He laughed when the others gasped and Nathaniel went white as a sheet. Sergeant Powers licked Nathaniel’s face from his chin to his forehead. “You taste like pussy. Is that cuz you was eatin’ pussy earlier? Or do you just taste like pussy? Either way, I’m gonna ramrod you.”
“Uh… sir?”
“What? You got a question?” He got up so close to Nathaniel that his massive cock pressed against Nathaniel’s bare thigh. Was it already hard? Nathaniel sure hoped so. It felt a little fleshy, but he couldn’t imagine it would get bigger. It was at least twelve inches long, he thought, maybe more. Nathaniel felt its veiny shaft pulsating against his well-muscled thigh.
“Get down on your knees,” he said with a sneer.
“Holy shit, do we have to watch this?”
“Private Muckham’s about to become Private Punk-’em.”
Nathaniel slid down to the ground amid snorts of muffled laughter. He looked around as though his fellow squadmates might rescue him, but they all stood at attention, trying to avoid looking at Nathaniel.
Then Sergeant Powers flopped his limp cock onto Nathaniel’s face.
Instantly Nathaniel gagged. It smelled so bad he thought something was wrong. A part of his mind recognized that it just smelled like a nasty pussy — which he had gotten drunk and licked before. By its nature penis smelled like vagina, and the only reason Sergeant Powers’s smelled bad was that he had just run two miles and spent an hour lifting weights. Nathaniel would later be told that Sergeant Powers always did that — that was why he hadn’t confronted Nathaniel in the coolness of night, he wanted to be sweaty and nasty when he attemptd at Nathaniel. His cock was jiggly and fatty, and it roped limply over Nathaniel’s face.
“How much do you think you can swallow, Private Fuckup?”
“Uh… sir?”
“Point on my dick. How deep do you think you can take it?”
“I, uh… I dunno, sir.”
“Well, think about it, idiot. Make a fucking prediction,” Sergeant Powers said. He slapped Nathaniel’s face with his cock, and a fresh burst of sweaty smell assaulted Nathaniel’s senses.
That is definitely not erect, that’s how big it is soft, Nathaniel thought and wanted to cry. It wasn’t totally limp either, but it slapped over his face like an uncooked sausage. There is no way anyone takes that whole cock in their throat or their ass, he told himself over and over. Impossible. It left behind a layer of grease and cock-scent on his face, which made him gag.
Blushing at the sound of his fellow squadmates laughing until Sergeant Powers shot them a harsh glare, Nathaniel pointed to a random spot, about a third of the way down the shaft. “There. Sir. I uh… I can swallow to there.”
“There, huh? That ain’t bad,” Sergeant Powers said. He let out an exaggerated moan as he guided Nathaniel’s pointing finger into a circle, which he then wrapped around his cock. Nathaniel gagged again at that fleshy feel.
Nathaniel’s hand remained still, and Sergeant Powers bucked his hips back and forth, giving himself a handjob with Nathaniel’s grip. He took off his shirt to reveal his powerful chest and faded tattoos. He was so tall that crouched-down Nathaniel’s head was beneath his crotch, and Sergeant Powers had to bend his knees to massage Nathaniel’s cheeks.
“Ah damn, sorry Nathaniel…”
He pried Nathaniel’s jaws apart. Nathaniel didn’t mean to resist, he just couldn’t help himself. His chin trembled A few tears trickled down his cheek. He wouldn’t have snuck out if he knew this would be the punishment. It wasn’t fair, he thought.
His mind stopped worrying moments later because potent saltiness invaded his senses, so strong he gagged and his eyes watered. It was just the tip of Sergeant Powers’s cock, and it was salty because he was sweaty from his night-time jog around the base.
“There he goes!”
“Oh shit, I ain’t think he’d really do it.”
Sergeant Powers sighed as he bucked his hips, pushing his dick in deeper. Nathaniel couldn’t stop gagging, even though he was aware it just made this feel even better for Sergeant Powers, whose dick perked up in his mouth.
People had been making “don’t go to prison” jokes since he was young on account of Nathaniel’s big mouth. He never gave it much thought until today. Most men wouldn’t have been able to do anything more than tease the tip of Sergeant Powers’s throbbing cock. But Nathaniel got the entire head in his mouth, and that firm shaft invaded his throat.
The smell was so intense Nathaniel wanted to vomit. He probably would have thrown up if his throat wasn’t plugged up by a rod of military meat leaking precum down his gullet.
“I ain’t never said at ease, boys!” Sergeant Powers bellowed. A few soldiers had crept out of line to watch, and a few others covered their eyes like they couldn’t bear to see it. They all jumped back in position, arms pointed downward at their side. “You too, Private Fuckup,” Sergeant Powers said. “On your knees but at attention. Keep your hands down.”
His hands had been flailing uselessly — Nathaniel wanted to push Sergeant Powers away, but he couldn’t, and he didn’t want to touch any part of Powers’s muscles. He had to force his hands to his side. He straightened his back, trying not to gag with every thrust of Sergeant Powers’s cock into his throat.
He was surprised at how physically easy it was — Nathaniel had thought swallowing cock required effort and concentration. But all he actually had to do was not fight back. That wasn’t easy for him mentally, but when he managed to loosen his throat, Powers’s dick slid most of the way down it. His balls swayed against Nathaniel’s chin.
It was, however, difficult for Nathaniel to accept without panic. It felt like he was being torn up from the inside out. He wanted to vomit but couldn’t. He couldn’t breathe or speak or cough or do anything but taste the sweat and precum trickling into his mouth. He was dizzy from lack of oxygen.
“You doin’ better than you predicted,” Sergeant Powers said. “But I don’t accept nothin’ less than perfect.” He wrapped his fingers over Nathaniel’s scalp and held his head in place.
Nathaniel cried out for air as he choked. He couldn’t help himself from sobbing as he sputtered on the cock invading his throat. Sergeant Powers used his other hand to pinch Nathaniel’s nostrils shut, which opened his throat wide enough that every inch of Sergeant Powers’s cock fit down there. His balls swung and thwacked against Nathaniel’s chin.
“Listen to that sound. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. “
“I know, yeah, Nathaniel swallows dick like a fuckin’ champion. I ain’t know he was talented like that.”
“He got that big mouth…”
“Now stand up and bend over,” Sergeant Powers said. He grimaced like he didn’t want to do this, while the other soldiers snickered nervously.
He pulled out and Nathaniel was overcome by dizziness. He toppled over as he tried to stand. Great gobs of saliva and stomach bile spilled out of Nathaniel’s throat. The only reason he didn’t vomit was that he hadn’t eaten since early the previous evening — he would have been hungry except that he was nauseous and full of precum — so Nathaniel dry-heaved as he tried to stand. Then Sergeant Powers grabbed him by the shoulders and bent him over the bed. Nathaniel retched and fell limp onto his own bunk.
“Stick your ass up,” he barked.
Nathaniel moaned as he did so. His asshole twinkled in anticipation. His mind raced, unable to consider what was about to happen because he still heaved for breath.
“Beg me for it, Private Fuckup.”
“Sir, please… No…”
“What was that?!”
“I mean… yes. Please, uh…”
“Cornhole me. Say it.”
“Cornhole me. Please cornhole me, Sergeant…” Nathaniel’s entire body cringed. He hated showing obedience to anyone, and he especially hated himself for begging to be fucked. Being held down and cornholed was one thing, but Nathaniel was literally begging for it. He would never be able to admit that this happened, he thought, he’d be forever in denial about it — could he even continue working alongside all these witnesses? He felt like he might not be able to. If they teased him about it, he’d hit them. What if he got sent to military prison? They had a hundred Sergeant Sodomys there, he thought, sobbing into his bunk.
Then pain exploded in his ass. Nathaniel screamed and hyperventilated. He stuck his head up high in the air, tears streaming down his cheek. His face was bright red, and his entire body clenched.
Sergeant Powers took his boxers and filled Nathaniel’s mouth with them. He held onto the edges and used them like a bridle, guiding Nathaniel as he tried to crawl away.
“Please, sir…”
“More? You want more? Is that what you’re asking, Private Fuckup? Speak up!” He ground his hips to squeeze more of his cock into Nathaniel’s tight ass. “Maybe I should call you Private Loose-Asshole. How’s that sound?”
“Sir, whatever you want, sir,” Nathaniel said through gritted teeth, the words barely decipherable through the boxers in his mouth. There must have been pubic hairs clinging to the fabric, Nathaniel thought, because he could feel them tickling his throat.
The radio attached to Sergeant Powers’s clothes flickered into life. Powers, you out on your run? It was so loud that it made Nathaniel jump and his asshole loosen a bit, so another inch or so of cockmeat slid into him. Nathaniel wondered how much was left to take, but he was too scared to turn around and check.
Powers slapped one of Nathaniel’s cheeks. He had to stretch to reach the radio on his shorts and his shirt, and when he moved, his cock twitched inside Nathaniel. Whatever it touched must have been sensitive, because Nathaniel felt like he was being torn in two. He screamed until Powers pushed his face into the mattress of his bunk, muffling the sound.
“Yes,” Sergeant Powers said into the radio.
Uh, okay, did you see that note from the duty sergeant last night? About that, uh… Muckham?
“Yes,” Sergeant Powers said with a smile. “I saw that note. I’m taking care of it right now.”
There was a nervous chuckle on the other side of the radio. Oh, so right now, you’re… doling out one of your special punishments?
“That’s right.”
Okay. Just so you know, it’s okay to not answer your radio sometimes. I don’t need to hear this.
“Uh, it’s standard procedure, Paul. What if the Canadians chose today to attack? It would be just like them. Wait a minute, Paul, this is the sound of Inch Thirteen.”
From his vantage point, Nathaniel couldn’t see what Sergeant Powers did. But from everyone’s laughter, he gathered that Powers had placed the radio transmitter near Nathaniel’s ass, pressed the button and then pushed the last inch of his cock into Nathaniel’s tearing ass. There was a moist squishing sound, and Nathaniel moaned in agony.
“That’s what a nice big punishment sounds like.”
Sounds delightful, Powers. Remind me to forbid my wife from ever meeting you. Base out.
Sergeant Powers laughed and threw the radio, and his dirty clothes, onto Nathaniel’s pillow. He grabbed Nathaniel’s chin with one hand and placed his other on the small of Nathaniel’s back. “Okay, Private Fuckup, here we go. I’m all the way in. Can you believe that? Most women can’t take all thirteen inches in their pussy, much less their ass. But then most women aren’t shitheaps like you. Anyway, I’m gonna start really plowing now. This is the part that’s gonna hurt the worst. You ready?”
Blinking back tears, Nathaniel nodded. He thought he was supposed to say yes out loud too, but Sergeant Powers didn’t seem to care. He just started pounding.
His dignity disappeared as Nathaniel screamed. Sergeant Powers forced his head up so everyone could see Nathaniel’s tense, weeping face, while keeping his ass low and submissive. He brought all thirteen inches out, leaving just the tip in, then slammed the entire shaft back in.
He groaned with each thrust of his hips, while Nathaniel couldn’t stop screaming. He finally fell silent only when Sergeant Powers laid atop Nathaniel’s back, grinding his dick within Nathaniel’s ass and cackling into Nathaniel’s ear as he squirmed from the pain.
He had no idea how long that lasted. It felt like forever, Nathaniel thought, and he wondered if his asshole was ruined — it felt like it would never be tight again. He tried to crawl away but Sergeant Powers’s hairy, sweat-slickened muscles weighed him down. Nathaniel could feel every ounce of machismo writhing, flexing above his back, breathing heavy into his ear. He cried, not that anyone could hear him over the sound of Sergeant Powers’s frenzied snorts as he rutted inside Nathaniel’s guts.
Nathaniel was so numb in the ass that he didn’t feel Sergeant Powers’s orgasm began. He just realized it was happening when there was a powerful warming sensation inside him, and Sergeant Powers’s muscles all twitched at once.
He sighed as Nathaniel filled up with his seed. Utter humiliation flowed through Nathaniel’s veins. He cringed and tried to bury his face, but Sergeant Powers forced him to remain upright, looking at his squadmates.
It felt like piss, Nathaniel thought. He could feel Sergeant Powers’s dick softening and pulsating as the cum flowed through it, and he shot such a huge load that it kept going, not in wads but in a constant stream.
More and more cum filled him, so much that Nathaniel imagined he could taste it. His skin felt sticky as though he was covered in it from head to toe. It didn’t hurt any less, even when it was done and Powers’s massive cock gradually limpened.
“I’m waiting for you, private.”
“Uh… Wh-Wh-” Nathaniel didn’t know what he was expected to do. All he could think about was the wrenching pain in his ass. Was he bleeding? He couldn’t tell, but it wouldn’t surprise him. He was in too much agony to turn his head and look, and besides that, he didn’t want to see.
“I’ll remove my cock when you ask me to.”
“Please… uh, take, uh… take your… Uh… Take your cock…” Nathaniel twisted and gasped. His face was bright red, eyes alternating between open wide and squeezed shut. He clawed at the sheets beneath him.
“Say it properly, Private Fuckup. Say it in a complete sentence, like a soldier.”
Nathaniel tried to take a deep breath but that caused an outpouring of pain in his ass. He ground his face into the bunk, then grunted and tried to speak. “Uh… Sir! Please… Please remove… your cock… from my ass.”
“Don’t cuss, Private Fuckup.”
“Sir… Please, uh, remove your penis from… my… anus,” Nathaniel said. That made some of the other soldiers laugh quietly, still standing at attention at the foot of their bunks.
“What have you learned from this experience, Private Fuckup?”
“To, uh, not sneak out! I’ll always follow the rules, I swear,” Nathaniel said. He had never been so humiliated. Back in high school, Nathaniel was a rebel and a punk. He would have killed himself rather than beg for a chance to be obedient. But now he couldn’t think about anything but the splitting pain in his asshole.
Sergeant Powers stood. “Atten-tion!” Nathaniel sighed as he felt that cock slide out of him, like he was taking a massive dump. It tingled, hurt and felt good all at once. His asshole was cold as it gaped, exposed to the air.
“I said ‘At Attention’, Private Fuckup!”
The agony was excruciating as Nathaniel forced himself to stand at attention. He felt cum trickling down his legs. His cock had never seemed smaller. His asscheeks were numb but his asshole screamed with agony.
“Private Fuckup, are you satisfied with the rules of this base?”
“Sir, yes, sir. I’ll never sneak off again.” Nathaniel sniffled and held back tears. He struggled to remain upright and at-attention at the foot of his bed.
Sergeant Powers smiled. He flopped his massive, grimy cock between his fingers. Fluids dripped from it and clung to his trunk-like thighs. “I really hope that ain’t true, boy. Cuz you got a nice ass. I’ll be watchin’ you for another reason to wreck it.”