Of Service

Author’s Note: This story was written around a decade ago inspired by a “sex show” drawing done by Brute by Simon (that I’ve been unable to find again to give its possible title). Though the drawing itself had nothing to do with military men or men of color, it was the undeniable spark for the story and its written conveyance (to the best of my then ability) made a brief appearance in the story.

P.S. To Mr. James Rozo, 

This was my second attempt at writing a military story. Like I mentioned before, the first story “Never Bet Against Army” was lightening in a bottle. So much so that it was one of the reasons a second military project was greenlit by way of the then-impressed publisher, and I was asked to write another story. Whether I succeeded or failed with execution is another story. But when I came across your stories, I felt, at the very least, I got an “A” for effort, seeing that as a top I’ve never felt my top-protagonist stories shined as well as my bottom-protagonist stories. Whereas your stories just shine! Nevertheless, I’ll give myself a pat on the back, and plan to send you this story in novel form once I avail myself time to write it if you offer still stands by then.

“Lance Corporal Roderick Stevens was that man.”

Captain Ronald Goodwin halted briefly, listening to the agreeable grunts of fifteen or so servicemen of color, mostly commissioned officers, who stood out of uniform naked in the enclosed circle jerk around the fire dancing out of the rusted barrel on a star-lit beach in the South Pacific. Captain Goodwin attempted to hold back a simper from his otherwise stoic face. He tried his damnedest—like a Marine should—but couldn’t stop those carnal memories from flooding back instantly.

He wasn’t alone. There were about four or five other officers that did the same thing, only less subtle, with one officer choosing to pump his cock a little faster in his honor.

Each man had their own special memory of the Lance Corporal, but none stood out more iconic than the Lance Corporal in that dark room whimpering with his head in the crook of his arm as he fitted another big cock up in his tight rear.

“If the boy was a bitch, he would’ve been pretty. Orangey brown skin that glowed like buffed clay, a brilliant bald head that shined like a light post, and a body of a nineteen-year-old just proving its worth.”

“He had the hope of America right there in his eyes and helped us serve this country just a little bit better,” offered the Master Gunnery Sergeant.

“And he was just for us,” beamed one of the Colonels, with a sophisticatedly youthful face.

“Huh?”

“Black and brown servicemen only,” the Master Gunnery Sergeant offered to the Second Lieutenant who just transferred onto base.

Captain Goodwin took over, and added, “Most of the white sluts around here will take care of one or two black men without being forced to. Other than that, the rest have to fend for themselves elsewhere or resort to other means. Of course, that is nothing new to the Corps, it is just that some officers don’t like sharing their toys and want to bitch about it through official means.”

Captain Goodwin reflected bitterly. If he had known these lessons beforehand, he proudly would have been a General of some kind instead of being demoted from his former position as a Colonel.

“That’s what made the Lance Corporal so special? He was one of ours?” The Second Lieutenant asked.

“That and so much more!” said Captain Goodwin with a smirk, “that and so much more.”

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Captain Goodwin was sitting at his desk when he received the call. He was glad to hear that in his short absence that the third and fifth in command spearhead the effort to draw in more recruits for his specialized training program. Training that set itself apart from the official guidelines of the Corps for its covert operation. He didn’t expect the program to fall short of expectations since he wasn’t there to oversee every detail like he had been doing continuously for years. He was just delighted that his men had fortitude to work harder in his absence to make him proud. Scheduling him to report by twenty-three hundred to be introduced to his newest inductees.

He looked forward to the stress relief later that night. He needed something to take his mind off his current work and the havoc of his recent leave proved to be on his psyche.

Captain Goodwin had just returned from overseas. He wasn’t there to enjoy the Christmas Holiday with his family so much as he was there to walk his youngest daughter Reagan down the aisle. He thought his job was extremely simple: Show up and dress in uniform. Not so. After having to come out of pocket an extra ten grand (after he specifically gave the blushing bride and affable ex-wife a reasonable set budget), he was forced to meet with his daughter’s fiancee’s hippie parents who tried everything in their power to hurl every insult they could at his profession and his beliefs while underhandedly adding to the expense without offering to contribute a dime. His only morsel of joy to come out of the ordeal was this heavy cat-and-mouse game he played with one of the younger groomsmen on the sly. He swore on the honor of his country he was going to make sweet love to that tauntingly high bubble butt. A mission he failed at accomplishing because his ex-military wife interfered with a sexually-suggestive agenda of her own. It didn’t matter anyhow. It seemed every family member he ever had came together and decided they wanted to cook him a home cook meal. He spent so much time catching up with everybody he wasn’t able to sneak in a side trip to a local bathhouse he likes to frequent whenever he is back in the States. He fancied the place because of its historic grandeur, or its replication of one. He fancied it even greater because every time he stepped foot in the place he was treated like royalty. Men ran to dry him off after a soothing soak. Other men generously offered to pay for his massages, if only they could watch the expensive oils being slathered onto his flawless umber flesh.

His body was magnetically magnificent to warrant such admirable attention, of course. Taut definitions like his couldn’t have been attempted by some of the finest sculptors out of Italy. Some could chisel the muscles from the photos but never do them quite the justice nor get the intricate details of the snaking veins that slithered across his hardened body like encapsulated lightening bolts; great storms of it in some places, simple but commanding strikes in others. All work harnessed by more than three decades of a bodybuilding regimen.

Everything about Captain Goodwin was worth taking in. If he had a particular prize, it was his clean-shaven face. Hard with clear cut lines that didn’t lend itself at all to a slight feminine beauty. It was immovably masculine in its rawest form.

It was the face above that magnificent body that made every man take notice when he stepped into the usual space that night, a dark wide place with a low ceiling and high window, filled with the dizzying almost suffocating heat of shirtless military men standing about. Marines that were predominately black and brown in color with hues of red and yellow dotted in between.

Captain Goodwin was quite pleased with the spectacle array. Against one wall were several men standing at attention. Their nipples clipped to a long gray bar that ran above their heads to a pulley wheel controlled by a commanding officer relishing in their contorted expressions. Another wall promised a different scene, men being bounded and whipped along a variety of wooden posts and steel platforms enduring the torture leveled against them. And a third was buffered by a dark thin curtain that showed the clandestine actions of some of his graduates wolfishly molesting some of the newer recruits.

Of course, his primary focus was garnered underneath the sole light that illuminated from the middle the room. Directly underneath it was a beefy reddish-brown man that looked to be just a few reps away from being an ultimate cage fighter in another life. Here he was just a maggot dangling from the ceiling by a wooden plank with the tip of his feet barely touching the flat wooden post. His balls tied to an old-fashioned pale bucket below with a steady cascade of water and piss washing over his bald head from the showerhead above. Captain Goodwin was anxious to see where this might lead although he had seen the end result of these kinds of exhibitions too many times to really count. When he wasn’t terribly disappointed when his third in command pulled him to a side room. It was in there he saw his newest star pupil bent double over a padded horse with his legs spread and a long rubber tube shooting out of his tight rear. It was connected to a valve that was connected to a barrel of oil.

“What’s this one’s story?” Captain Goodwin asked of his subordinate, unfazed the young man in from of him happened to have his limbs chained to the floor. And unlike the bald-headed man underneath the light, this bald-headed kid was compact and wiry and appeared to be younger by a full decade.

“Lance Corporal Roderick Stevens, sir. Nineteen years old. He came to the Corps looking to be toughened up. He got heart and skill but can’t seem to keep his cocksucking eyes off of other Marines in and out of uniform.”

“No, sir, not true, sir,” Lance Corporal Stevens whimpered.

“Speak when spoken to Lance Corporal,” the other officer barked.

“Yes, sir,” Lance Corporal Stevens answered with the bass back in his tone.

“Willing or unwilling,” Captain Goodwin inquired.

As the Captain’s training program went under the radar with a large number of other top brass, it was infamously known amongst other soldiers. Many outside of the tight-knit group of pledges really didn’t know much about it, only hearing that it was considered a part of special operations and possibly a fast track up the Corps ladder, bringing a slight smirk to any soldier given a secret invitation to join. That is right before learning the scope of their sacrifice in order to become a part of their brotherhood.

“Like the rest of them. Willing, but wanting to renege on his honored commitment after he learned of his specific requirements were going to be from here on out.”

Captain Goodwin understood his fears. He was brief about the specialized collective and jumped through enough hoops to feel like he belonged. He did everything right, above and beyond the call of duty. He assumed he was being separated from the pack because of his ability. Not because something more sinister was in mind.

“Doesn’t sound like the heart of a Marine, Maggot.” Captain Goodwin dutifully noted. “Not the heart of a Marine at all.”

“Sorry, Sir,” Lance Corporal Stevens said with a slight sob in his voice.

Captain Goodwin motioned for his lesser command to shut off the valve connected to the barrel and removed the tubing out of the cheeky rear of the bowed soldier while he undid his belt to reveal a long slender penis that beautifully pointed downward with an unflattering tip that angled up.

“I guess your drill sergeant let you slip through the cracks, Maggot. I guess as your Captain I have to show you what a Marine’s heart is all about. I’ll start by teaching you how to take it like a Marine!” Captain Goodwin retorted, rearing behind the lubed soldier for the very first time with no leniency.

*          *          *          *

“Stop running from it, maggot! Take this dick,” barked the Master Gunnery Sergeant, holding tight to the ankles of the nineteen-year-old in the wheelbarrow position, face down on the cot.

The Master Gunnery Sergeant was pummeling the boy’s tender hole this way, getting a good squeal out of him with every plunge. Alternating between thrusting as hard as he could with his long stodgy dick to putting his hands behind his head and letting the young soldier bounce off his crotch with his pinched cheeks.

“That’s it. Rub those nuts. Make me feel real good in front of these fine men. Show all these Marines how you can be of service. Your fellow countrymen count on this great ass and throat.” The Master Gunnery Sergeant said for the benefit of the fifty-two naked soldiers standing around possibly waiting their turn.

Captain Goodwin had spent the better part of three months keeping the best kept secret Lance Corporal Stevens under wraps between him and his most trusted commands. He was reluctant to share such a wonderful gift with the rest of his operations after training him so well to the pleasures of men. His student was a natural, and he had to accept he awaken an insatiable beast inside of the boy that went far beyond the limited scope of him and his handful of men.

Lance Corporal Stevens started out crying like a little maggot, crying that his commanding officer had forced himself onto him. He wasn’t a fag. He had a girlfriend somewhere expecting his first child in a few weeks. Captain Goodwin comforted the young man like he comforted other young men before him, telling him the way he chose to use the young man had nothing to do with him being gay or not. He was just the most viable option to service his men in the tightest of spots. These words brought very little comfort to the ears of the Lance Corporal, just a great amount of soreness throughout his frame, even things that should have never hurt to begin with after the fact.

The tide soon changed.

Lance Corporal Stevens began to resent the way his body had turned on him. He hated that he got hard thinking about something long and hard teasing the outer lips of his butthole or that his mouth knew well what to do when a cock stood at attention before his lips. He hated that his body thirst for every glob of gunk that spewed out of it and did whatever it took to get it out, and the sheer number ceased to matter.

“You’re getting this load, Stevens. Open up! Open that ass up.” Master Gunnery Sergeant howled, pumping a few times more.

He surprised his audience by not unloading into the kid, but rather spinning him on his dick where he laid flat on his back.

Master Gunnery Sergeant made sure the bed was rocking again pinning the kid behind his knees over to his side, spreading him wide enough to let every man know he was greater than his given rank.

“Thought we were done, maggot? You’re getting this load…just not this second!”

Master Gunnery Sergeant pulled his dick far enough out for the neighboring men around to watch the puckered asshole twitch open and close starving to be filled again.

“That’s it. Talk to me, Stevens. Talk to me real good, son.” Master Gunnery Sergeant said choking his dick in and out of the throbbing gap to get the same result for the obscenely impatient crowd.

Lance Corporal Stevens was holding back his own leg while stretching out another behind the Master Gunnery Sergeant urgently thrusting faster and more calculating between them, driving in deeper and harder.

“You’re getting this fucking nutt, maggot. You’re getting every drop of it!” The Master Gunnery Sergeant howled again, only this time staying in the same place and spreading his hot seed into the sodden muddle of the fifteen or so other colored men before him.

The Master Gunnery Sergeant pulled out of the hole with a sickening pop, with no warmth or a thank you afterwards, just as a commissioned officer quickly took his place.

The sight brought a huge smile over the man overseeing the whole event, Captain Goodwin, standing there at the end of the cot stroking his meat and smelling the distinct deposits of so many horny soldiers snaking out from the bottomless pit that it was quite dizzying.

Lance Corporal Stevens took it every way possible on that cot, sometimes being forced to take it on both ends at the same time like a human rotisserie; on his front, his back, and his side in constant rotation. With so many men using him so, it was next to impossible for him to keep a soft dick. Forcing him to holler grunts and scream obscenities and squirt involuntarily all over the place as each man proved to be a different fit and his prostate tender to them all.

Captain Goodwin had to give it to the soldier. He showed a lot of heart. He was as good as he got when he started, men desperately wanting to be the one to rip him a new one. He held out longer than anyone expected, especially when one soldier sported a wine bottle that sprang out of his musty crotch. He looked fatigue nearly halfway through, finding burst of energy nearing the finish line. He looked like he was about to give up as the final five took their place.

It was one by one by then. His mouth too tired to really work anybody over with decent head other than be a soggy opening to muffle the incoherent noise still rattling out of it. Even that wasn’t extremely necessary with his throat being sore from screaming the acclaim of half a hundred men and shamelessly chugging down a canal of soldier cream in between.

His mouth was finished and so was his used rear. Slimy and sore, crusty and bruise, there wasn’t much of a show to give them other than be a certified cumbucket stretched far beyond belief. The men would’ve had a tighter more satisfying grip using a missing doorknob opening. But it wouldn’t have provided the warm center that the power bottom had built up in his guts fucking all those piston-forced men.

“C’mon soldier,” Captain Goodwin offered tiredly stroking his meat, after listening to two other men rapidly slosh inside of the slutty soldier as a third tried to get his balance.

Lance Corporal Stevens looked as if he passed out again. Though, he hadn’t. He was still in the game barely, and down for the count. He was going when the fourth man took his time emptying his load and was practically gone by the time the first man finished with him.

Captain Goodwin wanted to laugh, looking at the boy rolling his neck back to the cot stuck with his legs wide open from the last position he had been so thoroughly fucked in. He was so far gone he probably didn’t notice that his dick was hard and running a thick cloudy stream from the arched tip. Captain Goodwin took a bit of it onto his fingers and ran it over the lips of his fully stuffed lay. Captain Goodwin only thought the Lance Corporal was tired as the nineteen-year-old licked and sucked them hungrily like he did every dick shoved into his mouth that night. When he slowed down after cleaning them of the salty spew, Captain Goodwin stuffed his fingers down into the well used hole covering them in gummy goo only to be rewarded with the same tongue-bathed result.

He did this a few times to see how much the kid was going to take before his dick stayed hard. He had jumped in and out of line a few times that night, so he thought he was too spent to do anything else.

He guessed he was wrong.

Captain Goodwin did like he did several times before, and like the other men before him, drilling his dick back into that saturated hole.

Lance Corporal Stevens whimpered.

Captain Goodwin was a bit bewildered that the kid had closed enough to feel his walls, which meant the kid felt his cock inside of him. The Lance Corporal grinded his hips on him doing none of the work that were often expected of him in their private sessions. The Lance Corporal felt warm and good and naturally sticky, fully understanding the dirty joke about warm apple pie for the first time.

“I’ll tell you what, soldier,” Captain Goodwin offered. “If you can make yourself cum just like that on my dick without grabbing yourself, I’ll let you stand in line with the rest of the soldiers to initiate the next recruit for my program.”

Lance Corporal Stevens looked up at Captain Goodwin and gave him a slight smile for introducing him into this world.

“You’re going to come for the Captain?”

Lance Corporal Stevens slowly rolled his hips again, this time in a hard rocking motion before picking up the smooth speed like a raging twister fully concentrated.

“You’re trying to come for the Captain?” Captain Goodwin huffed, putting his hands behind his back trusting that his star pupil had him covered.

Lance Corporal Stevens did, shifting gears to get at the spot that had him going a few times that night. He was tired as fuck, and under any other circumstances wouldn’t think he had it in him. But he had to give more than the best to the first man that ever plowed him, his commanding officer.

“Take it deep.” Captain Goodwin coached. “Breathe, Stevens.”

Lance Corporal Steven moaned, letting the black pipe scrape against his spot bringing about a renewed sensation he hadn’t felt since earlier that night. He wanted to slow down and savor it. Not so much savor it but he was scared to death to ride the feeling over its edge again. He heard stories of people not being able to reach certain peaks anymore after such sensory overload. He had done it a few times for the first time that night already. It hadn’t escaped his mind in the least the number of men he fucked that night or that some had automatically made him do exactly what his captain was requesting of him. He just didn’t want it to be a requirement he had to take that many men at once to ever get off again.

Even as he turned over in his mind on what to do, his body took the wheel edging the feeling tempting to go over it and hold back just enough. He looked over at his captain shirtless and muscular and can’t help but to feel honor that a man like him still want to use him like this after everything he saw.

“Owwwwwww. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Nnnnghhhhhhh!” Lance Corporal Stevens shouted his lights out.

It was only short of a miracle that the kid shot anything short of a ghost load, but he sent a very narrow ribbon of white slime back at his face. It looked more like a filament from a spider’s web than anything else.  

Lance Corporal Stevens barely had a second to recover when he felt the dick inside of him pump rigorously a few minutes more. He looked up to find his captain scrunching his face.

“Uuuuurrrrrrrghhhhhhh!” Captain Goodwin screamed louder than he shot, probably adding no more than a drop into the hole.

It was over, both men thought.

Captain Goodwin eased his sore dick out and slapped Lance Corporal Stevens on the thigh, leaving him to sleep just like he left him with his legs proudly pulled back to his sides.

*          *          *          *

“What became of Lance Corporal Stevens?” The Second Lieutenant asked.

Captain Goodwin sighed along with some of the others.

“He proved to be of service elsewhere.” Captain Goodwin spoke with tearful honor, holding onto the last memory of walking in on the young soldier steadily sawing into a top brass official using what he learned from the program to fuck his way high up the military ladder.

“Once a boy learns how to be a stud, he doesn’t bend double so well to ever take it again like he used to.”