Low Rank Private

"Get into the conference room. Strip down to your skivvies and boots. I'll be there in a minute," the LTC said to me. He's smiling, and I could tell he was already looking forward to this.

With no way to avoid this encounter, I shuffled into the conference room. The room has a large flat-screen TV on one end, with a video camera on top, and in the middle, a large boardroom-style table. After the LTC slams the door shut on me, I pulled off my pants and shirt, and stood there between the door and the table. I was wearing only a

jock strap, the same one I had worn for the past week, rank and stained with cum and lube. A bit of jizz dripping out of my hole,

despite my efforts to keep it inside of me. It was a sign of my life that I had no idea who had doneated the cum, or even how many men had worked me over the night before. All I knew was that it was a mixture of all the men from my company, plus the Sergeant's. As I thought about the soldiers power-fucking me the previous night, my cock

started to harden. The LTC chose then to open the door and walk in on me.

"You're in luck, fuckhole," he said. "I found a bottle of hand lotion on someone’s desk. That means you won't enjoy a pure spit fuck. Or, would it be a cum fuck?" He paused, surveying me and the room. "Come on, Private Fuckwad. Show respect for your uniform." I had carelessly tossed the pants and shirt on a chair to the side of the room. "Fold them, Private Fuckhole."

I started to fold them more carefully. I lined up the creases, and stacked them on the table. He's just in BDUs, and makes no move to undress himself. "Hey, fuckwad, what's your name again?" he asked.

"Private Purcell, Sir."

"Good to know. But Private Fuckhole suits you much better. So, how long you been the squad sperm bank?"

"Quite a while, Sir." It had been only about two months, ever since I got assigned to this post.

"Gotten pistol fucked by the Sergeant yet?" he asked me, just as I was finishing up the shirt, putting it on the table.

"Yes sir. Several times, Sir. He did it again to me this morning, Sir." I replied. Done with my clothes, I returned to attention, standing straight in front of him.

"You enjoy it, Fuckhole?"

"To be honest Sir, No."

"You're not alone there, Fuckhole. Most guys hate it. But, don't worry. I didn't teach the Sergeant all of my tricks. With any luck, we'll find something else you hate. Now, bend over fuckhole, spread those firm cheeks and and let me see that hole of yours."

I did as he told me, offering up my ass for his inspection. Bent over, I saw him come up to me, and as he instructed, I spread my ass cheeks. He stared for a few seconds, then ran a finger along my crack.

“I said, hold that ass open for me, Private Fuckhole," he said, slapping my butt hard. I tried to spread them as far apart as I could, feeling acutely exposed and vulnerable. It was a repeat of this morning when I did the same for the Sergeant. I felt his finger against my hole. I knew trying to resist would be pointless.  The LTC slid right in, as first one knuckle, then two, then his entire finger went inside of me. I knew he could feel all the cum already up there. He wiggled his finger inside my hole, getting me opened me up. "How many loads you have up there, Private Fuckhole?"

I knew it would be futile, but I tried to remember how many men had used my hole the previous night. There was the Sergeant. Then there had been Darren, who alone counted for two loads. But there were also a lot of other men, some of whom had shot inside of me several times. I knew I had said 12 guys earlier, but that was a guess. There was no way I could figure out a total. I was the company fuckhole. That was enough. "At least fourteen, Sir."

"Can't even remember how many brave soliders used you last night, fuckhole? Or can't count that high?" He pulled out his finger and sniffed it, savoring the scent of cum and ass juice. His other hand slid to his crotch and he started to rub his bulge. Holding my ass open for him, he worked in two fingers. The fit was a little tighter, but still they slid into me easily. This time I could feel the pool of jizz slosh around inside of me as he fingered me. "We may not even need that cunt's lube after all," the LTC laughed. As he expertly fingered my ass, my cock started to get hard. He noticed, and shoved his fingers into me more aggressively. "Need it from a real man, huh Fuckhole?"

Suddenly, He pulled out his fingers. "Why don't you bend over that table and keep those cheeks spread me. Then I'll stick up your ass what you really want." I stood up, letting go of my cheeks, and walked to the table. As ordered, I bent over and once more spread my ass for him. I turned my head and looked back at him. The LTC unzipped his BDUs, first exposing a well-muscled chest, with a light dusting of hair. As he continued to prepare for the mission at hand, I could see that the hair covered smooth abs, with a thicker trail leading all the way down to his pubes. He carefully unzipped the last part of his BDU, and his cock sprang free. Before I could get a good look at it, the LTC saw me staring. "Private, I want you to keep your head down and your ass spread. And that's an order, Fuckhole." I did as I was ordered, staring at the wood table top. I heard him come up behind me, and could feel his body heat against my asshole. There was the sound of a bit of lotion being squeezed out of the bottle, and then then sound of him stroking his shaft. I was thankful he was lubing it up for my hole, and not relying just on the spooge already inside of me.

He wiped off on my ass cheeks, getting the greasy lotion off of his hands. Then he grabbed something off of the table and played around with it for a bit. I hadn't noticed what had been on the table earlier, and couldn't tell from the sounds what he was doing.

Suddenly, his cockhead was pushing up against my hole. "Get ready Private." he said.

"Yes sir," I said, nodding my head. I kept looking at the table.

"Good. Because I'm ready." He pushed into me in a single, steady stroke. He wasn't too quick about it, like some of the other men in the company. But he didn't pause either. From the feel of his cock and the stretch of my hole, he was a little thicker than most men, and maybe about seven inches long. He wasn't as big as Darren, but he certainly did not have a small cock either. I was glad that Darren had fucked earlier, and had prepared me to take the LTC's cock. Once inside me, he was all business. He explored every inch of my hole, thrusting into every nook of my ass. It was as if a special ops solider was establishing and securing a point of control. He quickly found my strengths and vulnerabilities, and knew his plan of attack. He wasted no time in his patrol of my hole. Within a few minutes had found out what made me tick. He had been able to discover what I liked, and more important for him, what I didn't like.

Armed with this knowledge, he slowed the fuck down a bit and enjoyed his control of this new territory. But it was immediately clear that this fuck was for his pleasure, not at all for mine. Very occasionally, he would do something he knew I enjoyed, but just long enough to tease me and get my cock leaking some pre-cum. Then he'd pause, and start a drawn-out execution of a move that he knew I would hate. I'd do my best to try to squirm out of the position, but it was invariably futile. He always made sure he was enjoying the fuck, no matter what if I was in pleasure or pain.

As he pounded my hole, I quickly lost track of time.  Already, it had been a long night and day, from the men coming in late, to the Sergeant's deep drilling earlier in the morning, to now having to pleasure the LTC's cock with my ass. I tried, as best as I could, to relax and just accept his attack. He did his best to keep me from relaxing. As soon as I would get comfortable with the rhythm of fucking, he'd change something: the depth his stroke, the angle of his attack, or the pace of the pounding. It was always just enough to get me off-balance, and force me to re-adjust.

As the pounding wore on, my legs started to get sore. In order to be bent over the table like he wanted me, I had spread my legs wide. It was an awkward and tiring position. I did my best to stay in position for him, but it was getting increasingly difficult. I tried to stand up a bit, and relieve the stress in my thighs. Almost immediately, I felt Madsen's hand come down firmly on my back, pushing me right back down. "I'm not done yet, Private Fuckhole. Stay in your place." I realized that the position was just one more of the subtle humiliations the LTC was enjoying inflicting upon me.

Just to emphasize his control over me, he gave me a hard thrust, his rock hard cock pushing up against the pool of jizz. He pulled out, almost all the way, then slammed back into me. He hadn't done this before and he clearly liked it. He kept slam-fucking me, each stroke harder and deeper. I tried to count each deep stroke. I promised myself he would stop after first five strokes, then ten strokes. I wouldn't have to endure more than fifteen strokes, or twenty. But at around twenty-five, I lost track of the count.

The LTC was in perfect physical condition, and I knew that my hole would be exhausted far before he would be. I realized that even before I had recovered from the LTC's ass pounding, it would be time for the other men in my company to start using me for their evening release.

He was showing no sign of slowing as he continued slam-fucking my hole. Finally, he slowed down for a second. I thought he was finally getting tired. But he said, "Fuck. The time. Gotta finish up before my next meeting." He slammed back into me. "You will take my load, Private Fuckhole," he said, an order, not a query.

"Yes, Sir," I said, gratefully. I was getting tired, and wanted a chance to relax and recover. I knew getting bred by him was the only way I was ever going to get out of this conference room. "Sir, please breed this Private's ass, Sir," I barked out.

"Good Soldier," he said. "Fuckhole will get what he needs." He grabbed my hips, holding me in place. He pounded my hole, carefully taking an inventory and finding all of the places where I was tender and sore. His strong hands held me in place, keeping me from avoiding his anal assault. I kept my head down, staring at the wood of the table, praying for it to be over soon. His breathing was getting shallow and short. I hoped that he was getting close.

I wasn't far off. A few seconds later, he plunged in deep, and held his cock in me. I felt it surge, and knew that I had just had another fresh load of cum injected into me. Grunting, he thrusted a few more times into me. Each time, he added another spurt of his semen. Finally, he slowed down, and relaxed his grip on my hips. But he kept his cock buried in me, his balls hard up against my ass. With one last spurt, his orgasm was over. Quickly, the LTC caught his breath, and pulled out with no warning, leaving my ass empty of cock, but full of jizz.

"Parker, Sir. You think he'll do?" he said. I looked up quickly, surprised at the LTC using Sir. It was the first time since LTC Madsen had started fucking me that I saw anything but the table. I saw that a video conference had been turned on. On the flat-screen, a handsome black man in uniform was watching us. I assumed he was Parker. The uniform had no insignia or rank on it.

I turned red with embarrassment. The man on-screen had clearly seen the entire fuck, me writhing under LTC Madsen's assault, me taking whatever he dished out, and finally getting spooged in my raw and sore hole. I had no idea for what purpose Parker was watching us, but the calm, almost disinterested look on his face was deeply unsettling. I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet Parker in person. He seemed almost dangerous in his detachment.

"Definitely, Madsen. Just the guy we've been looking for," Parker said.

Madsen nodded. "Great. See you tomorrow then, Sir?"

"Yeah, Madsen," Parker said. He leaned forward, and the screen went blank.

LTC Madsen turned and saw I was bent over the table, my ass still up in the air. "You still here, Private Fuckhole? Get dressed, and get back to the barracks."

"Yes Sir," I said. I pulled on my clothes. With only the jockstrap on, I hoped that none of the accumulated jizz would drip out of my hole as I walked back to the barracks. Madsen zipped up his BDUs, and scribbled out note.

He folded the note once, and handed it to me. "Give this to the Sergeant," he said. "You can read it on your walk back, Private Fuckhole."

I stood there, not sure if I had just been dismissed or not. The LTC answered my question quickly. "Dismissed Soldier," he said. "And see you soon," he added, an evil grin on his face.

I got out of the building as fast as I could. I wondered who else had seen me getting nailed by the LTC, other than the mysterious Parker by video. I didn't want to know if the entire scene had been recorded. As

I walked back, I took out the note LTC Madsen had given me, unfolded it and read.

Sgt Hill-

If this is the best piece of ass on base, I don't want to see the worst. At least his hole was full of cum.

He'll do. Send him over tomorrow as we talked.

-Madsen

Even completely alone in the middle of a parade field, my face turned red. I had wanted LTC Madsen to enjoy fucking me; his implicit put-down of the fuck was like a punch in the stomach. I dreaded how

the Sergeant was going to respond to the note. I had no doubt I'd be doing double PT for the rest of the month. It would probably begin right after the last fuck of tonight. He'd want my body and ass in perfect shape for the next time Madsen was on base.

When I got back to the barracks, the Sergeant was waiting for me. I handed over the note wordlessly, and stood stiffly, waiting for him to read the note. He read it over a few times, like he didn't believe

what it said. Then he laughed. "You impressed the LTC, Private" he said. "He hasn't like any of the other guys I've sent to him."

It was hard for me to suppress my smile at the Sergeant's comment.  It seemed the LTC was not one for praise. The Sergeant continued, "But, if he wants you tomorrow, you'll need to rest up, Private. What he has planned for you won't be an easy experience." With a nod of his head, he dismissed me, and I fell into my bunk, grateful for finally having the chance to sleep.

Around 2300, I was shaken awake. The lights in the barracks had already been turned off. One of the many soldiers had come back from patrol duty, and needed relief from his throbbing cock. "Get me off, cocksucker," he said, pulling my head to his crotch. Even before I had completely woken up, I had gotten down on my knees, kneeling in front of him. He pants were unzipped with his cock stikcing out. I took his dick head into my mouth, not bothering to see who it was. It didn't matter. I was going to have to get him off regardless of my desires or needs.

Once in my mouth, his cock got hard quickly. He started to fuck my face aggressively, badly needing the release I was going to give him. I did my best to accommodate his manhood, relaxing my throat and letting him slide all the way in. Over the past few months, I had developed more experience in giving head than I had ever wanted. I had lost count of how many guys I had sucked off within the first week of becoming the company cocksucker. But the first guy of the night was still uncomfortable. I had to work to get his cockhead into my throat without gagging.

The anonymous soldier I was servicing was determined to get me used to a hard cock jammed down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head, and pushed the entire length of his shaft into me, right down my throat. I was able to get one last gasp of air before his manhood blocked off my airway. He wasn't going to settle for bad or even avaerage head, and made sure I was right up against his balls, taking the entire length of his cock down my throat. I forced myself to relax, repressing my instinctive urge to gag. My tongue lapped his balls as my throat began to give way.

After what seemed like an eternity, I got used to the very familiar feeling of a hard dick in my throat. The few times I had been able to see a clock, I knew it took me only about fifteen to thirty seconds to get completely used to the invasion of my throat by another man's penis. But those seconds felt like hours as every part of my body rebelled against its subjugation by another man's phallus. I wondered if women had the same reaction, when they tried to deep throat a man's cock.

However, tonight, I didn't have time to ponder such questions. As soon as my unknown dick donor thought I had enough time to get adjusted to his cock, he started a forceful attack on my mouth and throat. His dick slid in and out of my mouth, getting wet with my spit. He held on to my head, making sure that even if I wanted too, I wouldn't be able to avoid choking down his shaft.

With his powerful strokes landing his cockhead deep in my throat, it didn't take much for him to cum. A few minutes after he first roused me from my sleep, he grunted, and I felt his warm pre-cum drip into my throat. "Swallow my load, cum dumpster," he told me.  Even if he had given me a choice, I knew my place. I wanted his sperm, hoping it would make me a man, a man like him. With a loud moan, his thick jizz spurted into my throat.  He pumped out a big wad of dickcream, making sure that every drop ended up in my stomach. Once spent, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and slapped my face with it to get out the last bit of jizz. "Good job, cocksucker," he said and ambled off into the barracks.

I thought I knew who it was, but in the dim light, I wasn't completely sure. Not that it really mattered. I had done my job: I had gotten him hard, and given him a warm mouth to fuck and shoot his load. He wouldn't have to jerk off this evening.

He was only the first man of the night. I wasn't surprised when another guy showed up at my bed a few minutes later.  In the dark, I couldn't tell who it was. I didn't care. I was cocksucker now, just an eager mouth for these men's tools. I dropped to my knees, expertly undoing his pants, and pulling out his shaft. As I pulled out his penis, I felt it was uncut. Only a few guys in the company were uncut, and this one didn't have the familiar feel of a cock I had serviced before. "Go for it, faggot," he said.

He had a bit of an accent. I wondered if he was one of the coalition soldiers saying on base. One of them had fucked me a few days ago, and had promised to tell his comrades about me. Or threatened to tell them about me. It was hard to tell. Once more, I couldn't think too hard about how he had found me. His cock needed my undivided attention. I took his cock head into my mouth, running my tongue under his foreskin. It was a little musky, but I didn't care. I was in the zone now, happy to be on my knees and giving my fellow soldiers the pleasure they so richly deserved.

My cock was starting to throb, but I knew I wouldn't touch it until tomorrow morning, after the Sargeant got off. It wasn't my position to expect anything from these men other than their cum. It was my position to give them whatever pleasure they needed and wanted. Over the past few short months, I had learned to take my pleasure from their hard cocks pounding my holes and the release they had from shooting inside of me.

The uncut man was standing there stiffly, letting me do all the work on his rod. He was getting close, his breathing had gotten shallow, and his balls had pulled up tight.  I kept on milking him, trying to get his load out. Finally, he thrust into me and his cock hitting the back of my throat. I could feel the throb of his shaft and the warm spurt of cum hitting my tonsils. I pulled off his cock a bit, letting the next spurt fill my mouth. It was bitter and salty, but I knew what I had to do. I swallowed every drop of his precious jizz. A few spurts later, he was spent. "Thanks, faggot. I'll have to feed you again soon," he said. Then he zipped up and was away before I had even swallowed the last of his spooge.

The parade of men went on for several more hours. It never occured to me to worry about who it was I was pleasuring. It was more important  to make sure they were getting off. I wanted their cock and sperm too badly to be picky. Men used my mouth and ass, dumping their stored-up jizz into my holes. I didn't care. I knew what I was here for. Finally, around 0300, I got back into bed and no one else disturbed me. My stomach was filled with jizz, and I could feel several loads getting absorbed into my ass. I fell asleep quickly. I was content in the knowledge that I had done my job as a cum dump, but I wondered what the Sergeant, LTC Madsen and Parker had planned for me in the morning.