New Army Boi

Hey so I like writing stories for people and thought I'd upload part 1 of this story! Almost none of the kinks are my own in these, but I do my best to make them as hot as I can. If you like this, or part two (coming tomorrow) and want some stuff written about your kinks and/or fantasies please shoot me a message! I love doing this shit lol. Still quite new to it tho so please excuse me if this reads a bit rusty, part two is much better imo.

All characters are 18+ and are purely fictional.

You're sat on the edge of your bunk, trying to keep your eyes on the floor. Every man around you, every fucking tall, muscular, powerful fucking man is distracting. Every time they go to fold a sheet you watch their arm muscles bulge, their t-shirt sleeves rolling up and over their biceps slightly; every time they lean over you watch their back stretch, shirt slipping up, giving you a peak at the top of their ass. And fuck, those asses. Every fucking one of them round, hard, could bounce a fucking penny off of them.

The dude you're trying not to focus on turns around, you can see a tiny bit of stubble on his hard jawline. You look down slightly, strong pecs bulging through his shirt, his arms like fucking tree trunks. The sheer fucking power.

You look further down at his large hands before he grabs his belt and the blood rushes to your cock. Before you can pull your eyes away a hand goes down his waistband and rearranges his, fuck, large crotch. He's fucking packing. You can just about make out the outline of his cock before

he coughs

You look up and he's looking straight at you, still holding his cock. A small smirk creases over his lips and he removes his hand.

You realise everyone is dressing into the uniforms, you go to stand but pause when you realise the wet spot in front of you. The hard, twitching, wet spot in your lap.

Your cock aches.

You quickly glance back at him, he's pulling down his bottoms, his bulge bounces once it's over his waistband and your chest soars. As he bends down to further remove them, you watch as his leg muscles almost ripple with power. He slides them off of his large feet and turns to pack them away, his ass facing you.

You look around quickly, nobody else is looking, and stand up hurriedly. You face the wall as you grab your uniform off the bed and start dressing yourself in the jacket. In your flustered state you try and save time by at least getting your trousers on before anyone notices your hard cock. With the jacket still open, hanging off your shoulders, you slip out of your bottoms and turn to grab the pair of camo trousers and thick belt off the bunk.

Then you hear a small chuckle. You turn reflexively and see him all-but-sneering at you. His huge shoulders, arms, chest, crotch, and legs barely contained by his uniform. He's looking through your eyes into your fucking soul. You're frozen. Placing a hand on his thick belt he slowly strolls over to you, before stopping less than a foot away, leaning on the upper bunk.

"You okay?" he says, his smile growing, "you seem a little... flustered"

You hear some of the other recruits chuckle behind him. Some people are looking at you now.

You go to talk but can't, the words stuck in your throat.

"Here," he grabs your trousers, undoes the zipper, and slowly hands them to you, "put these on."

It's an order. He may be smiling; the others may be laughing along innocently but there's something about his cold blue eyes. Looking at you like a predator. An animalistic urge behind them. It's an order.

You gulp hard and feel your cock throb so hard it's difficult to stand. A clear line pointing straight towards him, twitching through your underwear. Glossy, wet tip in the grey fabric.

You don the trousers quickly, feeling them hug your legs, the heavy camo fabric perfectly moulding your muscles. As you zip yourself up you pause before awkwardly rearranging your cock to the side and pulling the zipper all the way up. He's still staring you down, eyes locked. Not once glancing away. You fasten the belt tight.

At this point he stands closer, allowing you to feel the heat radiating from his torso. He pulls the two sides of your jacket together at the bottom, one of his large hands grazing your crotch in the process and fastens the two sides of your jacket together. It's about as tight as his, not uncomfortable but definitely designed to show off your strength. As one of his hands glides up, fastening, his other hand follows behind; gliding up your torso, over your nipple, and when both hands are at the top one, briefly, wraps around your throat gently, the other firm on your shoulder. It lasts less than a second, his hot, firm grip on your neck, holding you still, holding you in your place.

He pulls back and turns away, hoisting up his trousers, making his round arse bounce slightly. He half turns to glance back at you, you're almost fucking drooling, smirks and walks back to his bunk. You fumble with your boots, putting them on, and your beret on your head. Then it hits you. This power. A sense of righteousness. Your face flushes yet again and you pull down on your jacket to straighten it. _This is right_, you think to yourself.

Looking around most of the other recruits are now fully dressed, chatting in groups, laughing, two of them are looking at you. They break into a huge smile each and you smile back. Then their smile turns into a stifled laugh and they look away. You look down, you're still hard. Twitching. Leaking into your uniform enough precum to drown a country. A recruit walks by and seeing your tent lewdly grabs his own bulge before raising his hand to high five you.

He's a little over six-foot-tall, tanned skin, slim shoulders but a huge chest and arms. He fills his uniform perfectly. Friendly, hazel eyes look at you.

You high-five him back and he grabs your hand, stepping closer and pushing his body against yours. He's hard too. Before anything can happen, his arms wrap around you in a bear hug, before they drop to your waist, and then again to grab at your firm ass.

"Nice!" he grins, nodding in approval, "name's Taylor."

He pulls off and extends a hand, you take it.

"Adam"

"Awesome" he's still smiling from ear to ear and grabs his belt before walking back to his bunk.

The rest of the day goes on as usual, everything you'd been briefed on by the recruiters went as planned, and by the end of the day you're fucking exhausted, dirty, and ready to pass the fuck out.

Heading into the showers, already dressed down to just a t-shirt and underwear, you were all rubbing together in a rush to be the first under the water.

You quickly slip out of your clothes, keeping your eyes relatively to the floor, and find a shower head to stand under. The water hits your muscles and you have to stifle a moan, the water's weak and cold but feels so good against your skin. The recruit next to you, Jackson, doesn't seem to have as much shame though. He lets out a long, chesty, groan. Your knees buckle and you grab the wall. Looking towards him he's a Greek god without a uniform.

Large arms, pecs, and a perfect six pack. His cock was so heavy it fucking swayed, 6 inches soft and a thick head. He looks at you and chuckles, jokingly waving it about under the water. You laugh back, washing your own cock, both your dicks look similar right now. You're mostly hard, however.

Another cadet, Smith, stands to your other side. He's muscular and has some fluff to him. Hairy as fuck, you can barely make out his cock through his pubes.

As you're checking out Smith, Jackson steps closer and puts his body against your back. You let out a small yelp, stifled by your lips. He runs his hands up and down your sides, half of you says to run, the other half is purely confused. You let out a loud, involuntary, moan.

fuck, you think.

Something pokes against your lower back as Jackson leans in more, wrapping his arms around your chest. His cock slides between your ass cheeks, up and down, as he gently rocks his hips. You're still motionless, frozen. Looking forward, Smith is rubbing his cock. It's built like him, standing tall, and thick, and veiny. He walks towards you.

"What?", his voice is a deep bass, "most of us haven't been able to fuck anyone for weeks,"

He's cut off by Jackson letting out a breathy moan against your neck, causing you to shiver

"and let's be honest, you've been fucking dreaming of this for years, haven't you?"

Suddenly a hand grabs your cock and you shudder, jumping back into Jackson's torso and cock. It's Taylor. He starts stroking you, the same wide smile, ear to ear.

"This is going to feel so fucking good." Taylor says, breathless already. He's all but naked, wearing a pair of black underwear, cupping his bulge into a nice firm package. He steps forward, now touching your side. You're all but boxed in. Jackson behind you, fucking his cock between your ass cheeks, Smith in front of you moaning gently, stroking himself, and Taylor on your left, jerking you off.

"I've got an idea, to make it more fun for Adam" Jackson says, breathing hot against your ear with every word.

They all perk up, eager to hear it, but Jackson simply pulls back off of you, his cock still rock hard pointing straight up, and ushers the other two to the other side of the showers.

You're confused, almost worried, but full of excitement as you finish washing yourself and getting back into clothing. You rush back to the bunk, sit yourself down, and pull off your shirt. You get it halfway off your head before a hand pulls it back on.

"Get dressed, properly" It's Jackson. He's wearing camo trousers, a green top, and his heavy boots. You notice the bunks are almost empty, only you and the three recruits from the shower are present.

You eagerly oblige, standing at the end of your bunk in full uniform. Around you the three men are also in full garb, apart from Jackson. He's wearing black, leather gloves.

"Kneel."

You obey Jackson and drop to your knees. You look up at him. Looking up at him feels fucking right.

He grabs your face with his gloved hand, you feel the smooth, shiny leather against your chin. He looks down at you, his face like stone. Moving his hand around your head he grabs your hair and pulls you down and back, making you stare up at the ceiling. Smith walks around to behind you, and you hear his zipper.

The next thing you know his balls are resting on your face. His scent covering you, all you can see, or smell is his heavy balls and thick pubes. Instinctively, you stick out your tongue and lap his balls. Jackson removes his hand and you stay fucking put. Smith grabs you and awkwardly turns you around, before you can get your bearings, he's stuffing his fat cock into your mouth. The head barely fits, but he manages to get almost four inches in before it's too wide for your jaw.

"Fucking hell" you splutter once you pull off his dick.

"I know, right?" Taylor adds in, his jacket open, now rubbing one of his nipples.

"Wanna swap?" Smith says; Jackson nods.

They both slowly walk around you until you're face to face with Jackson's slender, long cock. You reach up to grab it, but he bats your hand away. You get the message. Leaning in you put your lips to his cock and expertly uncover his head with your lips as you push forward. His precum gushes onto your tongue, it's almost sweet.

All the while, Smith was undoing your trousers and pulling them down just enough to reveal your round ass. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube.

"You think you're good to..." he asks you, tapping your ass with his cock.

You try and nod but only end up further on Jackson's cock. Smith lubes up his dick and pushes the head against your hole. You wince around Jackson's dick. Smith pushes harder and his slightly tapered cock head slides in, the ring of your ass twinging with pain as it was violated, forced open. You pull off of Jackson's cock to try and get him to slow down but it's no use, Jackson grabs you firmly by the hair, making you let out a small gasp of pain, and buries your mouth into his crotch. You're practically drunk on their musk at this point.

Smith continues pushing in, further and further, you moan and whimper besides Jackson's huge cock resting on your cheek. Once Smith is finally in fully, Jackson gently positions your lips on the tip of his cock and looks behind you. You can only enjoy the feeling of his warm leather gloves for a second, as he winks at Smith and suddenly, you're plunging down onto Jackson's huge cock. It pushes through your mouth into your throat, your gag reflex screams, you wretch around it but it's no use, Smith is holding you down onto Jackson's cock.

"Awh fuck yeah!" Smith moans, his voice deep enough to reverb through your whole body, obviously enjoying your hole contracting around and milking his cock from your gagging.

He pulled his cock out slightly before thrusting back in, hard.

The scream is trapped in your lungs, held back by Jackson's throbbing cock gently thrusting back and forth now.

Smith pulls out further and thrusts back in, before pulling out even further, and further again with every thrust. Eventually you can feel only his head inside of you with each thrust, the wet slapping noise filling the bunks as he fucks you on the cold concrete floor.

Jackson finally pulls his dick out of your mouth half way, you're dizzy and gasp around his cock once, on the second breath he uses it to pull his cock back into your throat and your whole body wretches around its invasion, eliciting another loud moan from Smith, and more painfully vigorous fucking.

Taylor kneels down next to you and uses one of his hands to scoop up the spit and precum running down your chin. He gets a good amount of it before, with the other hand, getting out your cock. He wraps his hot hand around your shaft, and you start seeing stars. His wet, hot hand gliding up and down, the entire shaft to the head. The pleasure builds and builds. Jackson still fucking your throat, only pulling off when absolutely necessary, and Smith still railing painfully into your ass, letting off deep guttural groans of pleasure.

"You want to cum?" Taylor asks, and before you can get a word out Jackson thrusts back into your mouth.

"What was that?" Taylor's smile taunts you, "didn't quite hear it".

Jackson pulls off and Smith stops. They both look at you expectedly.

"You want to cum, Adam?"

"Yes!" You cry out.

"Now now," Jackson calls out, waggling his long cock in front of your face, "don't be so greedy. What do you say? Yes..." he trails off.

You think for a second, face and chest going red. You can't believe you're begging to cum.

"Yes, pl-" is all you can get out before you let out a wail, Smith thrusting balls deep inside of you.

"Didn't quite catch that." Taylor all but laughs at you.

"Pl-" you pause, worried what will happen.

"Say it. Say 'Please' or you won't get to cum." says Jackson.

"Yes, pl-" this time Jackson rams his cock into your mouth, until the tip bludgeons your throat and you gag.

"Fuck..." Smith groans, falling forwards, resting his muscular stomach, wrapped tightly in his camo jacket, against your back and thrusting his hips, keeping his cock deep inside you as he fucks.

"I mean, we gave him two chances, right?" Taylor asks the other two, still gently stroking your cock.

"Only seems fair" says Jackson, his hand still on the back of your head, bobbing you up and down on an inch of his cock.

Smith picks up the pace, as does Jackson. Violating on both ends you're squirming, trying to get free but also trying to get Smith's cock to rub against your prostate. He catches you and leans in even more, angling his hips down with every new thrust.

You let out a long, lustful moan around Jackson's cock.

"Found it" Smith growls, with a slight chuckle.

Jackson picks up pace, fucking your throat until you're drooling, crying, and gagging with every single fuck into your lips. His breathing gets ragged, he grips your hair harder with his tight, smooth leather gloves and suddenly you hear him let out a loud, high pitched throaty moan. He fucks hard into your throat with one final thrust, holding you down so hard you can't move off his cock. You're in ecstasy, he's cumming straight down your throat and neither Smith nor Taylor have let up, your prostate being pounded and cock being expertly teased.

Jackson pulls out, his cock deflating, still huge against your face. Taylor let's go of your cock and pulls out his phone, snapping a shot of your face and Jackson's cock. He silently slips it back into his pocket and gets back to massaging your glands.

You're moaning into the air now, face pushed against Jackson's abs. Smith rearranges himself behind you, Jackson moves off and puts your own pillow below your chest. Smith begins truly pounding into your ass. Nothing for you, just using you to fuck a hole as hard as he could. Your entire body shakes with every thrust, Taylor rubbing your cock faster now.

Smith groans, grunts, and finally you hear an animalistic roar as he unloads inside of you. Filling your ass with his hot, thick cum. His cock pulsing, breeding you, pushing rope after rope of his seed into your tight ass. He stays in you for a second before pulling out. You gape wide, cold air rushing around your anus. Your hole trying to wince shut but simply unable from being cored out around his fat cock. He rummages through a bag for a second before you're stuffed full again, moaning.

A cold, large metal butt plug is spreading your ass out, holding the cum inside of you. Smith smacks your ass and stands up; Taylor follows suit and you moan. As Smith walks away, Taylor takes his place behind you. He slaps your ass again, you let out a small moan.

"Oh, you like that?"

You grimace inside slightly, realising that with each slap you'd leant back into it, not away from it.

"I said," he slaps your ass again, harder, "do you like that?"

"Yeah" you muster

SMACK, his hand comes down, hard. "Yes, what".

You look back and his smile's gone, Taylor is fully serious.

"Yes, Sir" you whimper.

SMACK, even harder, this time stinging still whilst he speaks, "Say it properly, recruit."

"Yes, Sir!" you bark out, only to receive another hard slap.

"Good." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A huge, red handprint against your tan skin flares up on your ass cheek. The pain rolls through you, you'd been spanked by exes a few times but never this hard. He really wasn't holding back at all. He wanted these to hurt you, a lot.

"Thank you" slips from your lips mindlessly as your brain fogs with pleasure.

Five, harder smacks. This time your eyes swell up from the pain and shock.

"Thank you..." Taylor trails off and you get the point.

"Thank you, Sir!!" You shout, a smile creeping over your own face.

Then it came. Ten, hardest, slaps. They echoed through the bunks, running through your body, on each cheek. Your entire lower body was vibrating with electricity, your brain fogged, a few tears running down your face. Being on the floor, filled with cum, hard edged up cock, and being spanked whilst being put beneath all the other men in the barracks. You felt at fucking home. With this Taylor gives you one final slap on each cheek, pulls your trousers up, stands up and kicks you right where his hardest slap was so you fell straight onto your face, and off your pillow. He walks back to his bunk.

Within seconds you hear the doors open and men filing back into the room. You rush up, throwing your pillow on the bed and trying to find some way of hiding what just happens. The other three men are still naked, two of them sweaty from the fucking, still with semis. They start chatting to the other recruits. You get stares, recruits holding themselves, some with puffed out chests, others clearly flirting with one another, some flat out rubbing their cocks under their uniform. But they all, at least once, stare straight at you.