The first end-of-shift horn blasted right over my head just as I was loading the specimen fridge. It nearly made me jump out of my skin and I barely caught the tray before it headed for the floor. This wouldn’t be good. I was already tired hours ago having spent 14 hours in the lab. Managing a clean up situation was the last thing I needed. Or staying up another hour to write a damage report and sleeping on the lab cot again.
I let out a long breath and leveled up the tray against my chest. All this goes in, and then I go to sleep. In an actual bed. I glanced down at the vials. Some popped out of their holes but no damage was … ah shit! One was broken. The contents leaking onto my overalls. I wanted to scream. Which one was it?
I picked the cracked vial carefully, trying to avoid more spillage, and squinted at the wet label. A neuro receptive tissue spread over a scanner and dipped in something called pheromone 28. One of the non-standard ones, early stages of development, no established effects. OK, it could be worse. Nobody was going to make much fuss about that one, tomorrow I can make a contrite confession about forgetting to prep this experiment. It will be fine.
Lying about research was a new low in my medical career but it hardly mattered anymore. It wasn’t a patient, I wasn’t endangering anybody, and strict adherence to lab procedures didn’t seem all that important now. The invasion changed a lot of views on what was important. I was training to listen to coughs and prescribe soothing creams, now I was working for the military machine and, frankly, doing stuff that seemed ridiculous in the grand scheme of things. It’s not like any of this was hazardous material. I wasn’t high enough in the pecking order to work with that.
I set down the tray, picked the bits of the vial from the bottom, then wiped the spillage with a generous wad of tissue. A few moments later, the mess was relinquished to the incinerator bin, and the tray with the remaining specimens safely stored in the fridge.
A shower would be in order, the stuff got on my clothes and probably on my hands too. I glanced at the door to the decon room and just then the second horn sounded. 15 minutes to get to my sleep hall before lockdown. About 10 minutes to walk there. No time for a shower or it will the cot for me again. So I turned and walked out the door. Who cares about pheromone 28, it doesn’t stink and it does fuck all anyway.
From the medical wing corridor, which was a pleasant oasis of quiet, I made it to the central hub in two minutes and entered the upheaval of the general population. A lot of soldiers didn’t bother rushing to their halls at the first horn so the passage was full of people. It was all fine for them, guys who were happy to go down there and fight whatever was crawling the streets didn’t care much about getting in trouble over bedtime. Those who were caught out wondering the station after lockdown would just be shooed into the overflow halls. But I couldn’t bunk there, and wouldn’t want to even if the sups let me. The offensive force was made up of some scary dudes.
I wriggled through the crowd like a lost dog in a country fair. Nobody paid attention to me, nobody got out of the way either so I lost a few precious minutes maneuvering between the towering bodies. ‘Excuse me’ didn’t work here. Only brute force did but I had none of that. I was swearing under my breath when I finally reached my corner and turned into … a maintenance barrier.
For a moment I stood there blinking in disbelief. The side corridor was blocked. A detour? I had no time for this! Fuck.
I turned and started running, or tried to at least. I bumped into somebody’s back after a few steps and didn’t even get a look, only an annoyed swipe with a massive arm. All right, dude. I’ll go around. I tumbled on, moving as fast as the circumstances allowed which wasn’t very fast. I almost reached the next side corridor when a set of pulsing high pitch sounds announced the doors were closing in one minute.
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t make it. It would be the fucking cot again! A wave passed through the crowd as I stood there like a lame lamb. I was pushed and shoved, caught in a sudden movement of bodies. It carried me to the side and towards a door. When I realised what was happening and tried to break through the push, it was already too late. I went through the door and it closed behind me so fast I didn’t even have time to do something stupid like trying to stop it and losing a hand.
Within about half a minute, it dawned on me that this was worse than the cot. I took my eyes off the door and looked back. I was in one of the soldiers’ sleep halls.
There wasn’t much beside the bunk beds in there, 20 of them. Five open toilets with water fountains beside each of them stood at the opposite wall. The room wasn’t much different from where the medical staff slept, only bigger. And full of half naked soldiers. And smelling of more sweat than non-military personnel was allowed to secrete. A few guys were looking at me already, surprised and amused. I looked back at the door. There was no handle, no intercom, or any visible way of contacting the outside world.
‘What are you doing here? Are we due a medical?’ I jumped and turned around to face a tall, bald man leaning over me. A few sniggering laughs rose from the room.
‘It was a mistake,’ I stated the obvious, looking up at the giant standing much too close for my comfort. ‘If there a way to alert your sergeant? Get the door open?’
‘Not unless someone dies,’ he said with a smirk and a shrug.
I felt a chill in my stomach. Was this a threat? No, why would it be? These guys were just like that. They had no reason to smear a third class medic on the wall just because he was stupid enough to get locked up in their hall. I hoped.
And it looked like I was right. He turned and walked away, leaving me by the implacably locked door to muse on my misfortune. But I still had no idea what to do about this situation so stayed in my spot, my mind blank. I was still there 15 minutes later when somebody threw a pillow at me. ‘Here, Mical never uses this.’
I nodded at the solider without finding words to form a reply. This was nice. I had a pillow. Just a pillow. The cot at the lab seemed like an upgrade now. The doors locked for eight hours!
It was a few more moments of grappling with denial before I elected to lay down. The lights were dimmed but the place was far from dark, and the men didn’t seem ready to turn in. There were a few conversations going and every now and then somebody would walk up to where I was and look at me, usually with a mocking grin and a head shake.
My tiredness was well and truly dispelled by the surge of adrenaline and self-pity so I just lay there, trying not to move or attract any more attention. But soon some side effects of my position were making itself known. First I started to feel cold, no surprise there since I was on bare floor, but quickly a strange feeling of warmth developed low in my stomach. And kept growing.
Probably stress. I stretched for a few minutes to see if this would help but the heat building up inside me didn’t yield. Worse, it was soon supplemented by a sensation of pressure, deep and low in my pelvis. Fuck, I needed to pee. How was I going to pee in an open toilet in front of all these men? The toilets in the medical hall had curtains and it was still a challenge. And here…
I stayed put for a good while longer, refusing to admit there was no way I could make it through the whole night without a relief, while the pressure built. But eventually, I had to go.
I got up as quietly as I could manage. It was pointless. Nobody was asleep. A whole bunch of them was playing some sort of card game on one of the beds and they all looked up at me as I stood up. Almighty gods of anxiety, don’t fail me now.
I trotted to the nearest toilet, unzipped the overalls and whisked my cock out of my shorts. By sheer force of conviction I managed to release a weak stream. Then heard heavy steps and knew someone was right behind me. My stream cut off in an instant while I stood there, motionless, the heat in my belly rising. And I was both confused and horrified to realise the abrupt and premature end to the pissing endeavor wasn’t caused by the unexpected presence by my side but by the fact that I was somehow … getting hard in my hand.
‘I think the doctor is excited to be here,’ said a raspy voice behind my back and I cringed, the odd heat spreading up my body and to my face. Why was this happening? I had enough trouble getting an erection with a sexy girl if all things did not align just right, so why here and now? It made no sense. And then it hit me. No, it couldn’t be…
The pheromone?
It’d been on my clothes and on my skin for what … an hour now? Maybe longer. I stopped breathing. Was this what was happening here?
A hand grabbed me from behind and I was spun around to face the room, my hard cock bouncing through the opening in my overalls. The hall exploded in cheers and laughter as I stood there, feeling like my face was on fire. I could not move or speak. I was part of the furniture, bolted to the floor.
I looked up at the solider who exposed me, a scruffy blonde man with a viking beard, my eyes pleading. But the message didn’t register with him. Instead, he pushed me forward to the near bed and I stumbled along, knees caught in pants. He bent me over the metal frame and the next thing I felt were his hands peeling the overalls off my arms.
‘Got yourself a date, Juuse?’ Somebody asked.
‘Isn’t he too skinny for you?’ A different voice and I could hear it getting closer.
‘Depends how much ass there is under this getup.’ More laughter, closing in. I couldn’t move, not an inch.
His touch left streaks of electricity on my skin, they traveled up to my neck causing all the hairs in their path to rise to attention. My cock was now rock hard and I felt a leak escape from the tip. My hands pressed against the thin military mattress were numb and I didn’t resist when he pulled them out of the sleeves. His hand under my armpit made me shiver and I had to bite my lips to stifle a moan.
After my overalls slid to the floor, he pulled my shorts down with one move. I should have been mortified but this wasn’t what I was feeling when his hand landed on the small of my back. I was trying to catch a breath while my body tingled and too much blood decided to head to my crotch.
‘Wooh!’ They were getting loud.
‘Not much ass though!’
A hand pushed in between my butt cheeks. ‘But it’s tight!’
In some part of my mind I wanted to keep my eyes closed, not to see what was happening, but kept them open all the same. There was a wall of bodies around the bed now, their smell coating my nostrils with every quick, short breath I was able to take.
The hand moved up and down my ass crack and I felt a pressure from a probing finger against my asshole. Another hand, rough and heavy, settled on my the back of my neck, then started traveling down along my spine making me arch against my will.
In a brief moment of clarity a thought passed through my mind - were these men also affected by the pheromone? Because otherwise why would they…? Then the finger entered my hole. My eyes rolled back and all coherent thoughts left my head.
An arm closed around my waist and I was picked off the floor like a rag doll, my overalls and shorts felt behind. I flew though air and ended up on my back on the bed, the blonde viking holding my legs up and spread wide, my ass and ridiculously hard cock on display for everybody to see. My face was burning, shame and excitement blended together to the point I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other started.
I was pushed back across the mattress and somebody’s fingers closed over my mouth. It wasn’t to strangle me though so I opened my mouth and the fingers plunged it. I started sucking on them, throwing my head back to let them get in deeper.
At the other end, hands were spreading my butt cheeks. I felt something warm and wet on my asshole, then a new kind of pressure manifested itself on my ring. I lifted my head just enough to see the blonde man position himself against my ass for entry.
Whatever girth he had was too much for me. My body moved back under the force of his cock on my hole and my head ended up sliding over the side of the bed. I felt an iron grip closing over my hips and with one more assertive push he was inside. A brief moment of pain, the best pain I’d ever felt, and I was full, stuffed to the brim, no more room at the inn. But there was more. More flesh and more stretch beyond acceptable limits but somehow those limits moved and stretched with me, giving way to a new kind of pleasure. My prostate became a punching bag.
My mouth opened and I let out a moan, no stopping it this time. The fingers probing my tongue suddenly disappeared and a hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head down further. All I could see was naked hairy legs behind me, then a cock was shoved into my mouth.
A salty taste coated my tongue as it went down my throat and stayed there, the guys balls resting heavy on my nose. After half a second of shock and a brief gag I swallowed around the thick hard member and started licking the underside like it was my life mission to clean the sweat of his cock. My hands reached back, feeling around until they found the thighs of the man fucking my face, and grabbed hold to keep him close.
While I choked on the cock, my ass was being rammed ever faster and harder, each pumping move kicking off a new wave of bliss inside me. I had never wanted anything more than I wanted a release at this moment. My hand detached from the sweaty thigh behind me and slithered down my body but before I could reach, someone else’s hand closed down on my cock. The sudden grip made me body arch hard, the cock slipped out my ass then rammed back in again and I shot a load over my stomach.
My body became limp, my mind swimming in the waves of an orgasm more intense that I’d ever imagined possible.
‘The doctor looks done,’ a voice boomed above.
‘Nah, he’s not done. Not even close.’
I had to agree with this man. I didn’t feel done. The release didn’t let off any of the lust, if anything, it increased it. Damn, that pheromone 28 was good stuff. All I wanted was more cock. I wanted all the cock in the room. I couldn’t understand why and how there was ever a time when I didn’t want cock.
I focused on the one fucking my head. It was leaking more than I could swallow, the sticky mix of precum and saliva escaping from my mouth, flowing down my face. My eyes were flooded and stinging. Meanwhile, the pounding motion in my asshole changed. It became fast and frantic until I heard a roar and the blondie pushed into me with one final thrust.
He slipped out of my ass and there now was a wet tickling sensation around my hole. The sudden emptiness made me want to beg for more. So I spread my legs wider to send the message and kept slurping on the cock in my mouth. I didn’t have to wait long, somebody was already pushing my legs up until my ass was floating over the bed.
I grabbed under my knees to assist in folding my body into a convenient position. Between the balls riding my face and the sperm in my eyes, I could barely see what was happening but managed to get a glimpse of a tattooed monster moving into position behind me. What I briefly saw in his hand didn’t seem probable as a human penis given the size but when it started to penetrate me, it turned out to be all that and more. He kept pushing in, slowly, and my hole kept yielding to his cock as if there was no final capacity. I gasped by reflex, gargling on the cum flooding my mouth, my throat closing around the cock.
‘It might be time to push, doctor.’ I heard from above. Of course, I knew that. They shouldn’t have to tell me this. So I started pushing down with my abdominal muscles to open up and accommodate the invader conquering my asshole. I was pinned down and panting, my legs up, my mouth blocked. It was like a scene from some gruesome insemination experiment. Only it was me, I was the experiment.
The massive cock drove into me and I felt intense pinching pressure and no less intense wave of pleasure spreading out from deep inside me. A series of inhuman noises, something between squealing and keening, came out of my mouth as I savoured the new overwhelming sensation cruising through my body. I couldn’t help it. With his movements picking up speed and rhythm, the man fucking me was now in control of the sounds I made, and of the new chain-orgasm sweeping through my body.
‘How is it on your end, Massey? Is this the smartest head you fucked in … ever?’
More laughs but none of it bothered me this time. I tightened my lips around the cock I was gobbling up and continued riding the waves of my bliss.
‘Don’t know how smart he is but he’s hungry,’ the guy, must’ve been Massey, muttered in a low growling tone and I felt his load spill over my tongue. I coughed up trying to swallow it all and failed, some went up my nose so I snorted it out and licked the excess off my lips.
A few breaths and I was being fed another cock. My head was being put to the best use it could ever achieve. I opened wide for it, sticking my tongue out to invite it in. I was indeed hungry.
Meanwhile, the man expanding my asshole to new dimensions was plunging into me from above with long, heavy thrusts I could feel at the base of my spine. I didn’t think I could walk again after this but it was worth it.
I sucked and licked until the soldier pulled it out and and placed his ball over my mouth, then I licked them too, spreading my spit and his cum over his hairy sack. His moans were driving me crazy. After a few more moments of mad tongue action he pulled back and started slapping his cock on my lips until it unloaded a festive chain of ropes over my face.
I was still licking my lips in a frenzy of lust when I was grabbed and turned over. I landed on me knees, shaking, and dripping cum from all the orifices. The mattress was soaked in sweat. My cock was twitching, my asshole was flexing, waiting for more. I looked around and smiled. There were so many of them, standing around the bed, waiting for their turn, strong perfect bodies, cocks out and ready to destroy me. 20 bunk beds meant 40 men and I was ready for all of them.
A slap on my ass brought me out of my contemplation and back into action. I scuttled to the end of the bed and leaned over the metal frame. A heavy guy, his body bristling with dark hair, jumped on the bed behind me and I yelped when he tugged on my balls. He was in me the next second, sliding into my loosened hole without much effort.
The bald guy I met at the door in what seemed like ages ago was standing before me. He struck out his tongue playfully, gave me a little slap on the face and turned around pushing his ass into my face. I breathed in the ripe smell and it sent my mind spinning, my tongue was out and finding its way through the hair in his crack before I even knew what I was doing. I made him wet with long passionate licks until I found his hole and plunged in. The thumps from behind pushing my face deeper into his hole which was now the centre of my world.
I ate that shithole until he pulled away and turned to feed me his cum, hands grabbing my head in a vice. All of it went down, I didn’t spill anything this time and my cock was again ready to burst. In the meantime, there was a change over at my back end. Maybe two. My asshole was burping and farting cum. Thick man juice running down my legs, tickling and teasing my senses.
No time to unravel sensations, there was another cock in my mouth already, my nose full of pubes, my tongue busy. Fingers in my asshole now, twisting and reaching further inside with each turn. I pushed against the exploring hand, opening up for him and he followed through, plunging in until I felt his knuckles pop through my ring. I was a hand puppet. His fist rolled inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body and I came hard, my legs weak and shaking uncontrollably.
I still wanted more though. This wasn’t temporary. Whatever pheromone 28 did to me was here to stay. I needed to be filled with cock like I need air. The moment one of my holes was empty, I craved it to be used again. I swallowed so much cum it was coming back up in waves. I let it and kept going, opening my mouth for the next man.
My asshole was a slippery portal to paradise. I should have been sore but didn’t feel sore. All I felt was the insistent, nagging itch for pleasure. Each new cock plugging right into that feeling as if it coming home and making me whole.
A draft of air swept over my skin just as a cock released another load into my mouth and for a moment everything stopped. I looked to the side. The door to the hall was open.
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