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The Master Sergeant
by Zula (address withheld)
***
A young white officer comes under the influence of his
Master Sergeant when he mislays some important
documents. He is blackmailed into revealing a side of
himself he had never suspected. (MM, reluc, d/s, 1st,
oral, anal, intr, military)
***
Two men dressed in US Army uniforms sat in the hotel
lobby waiting for their driver to show up. They were
on day three of a five day trip. The first two days
had been briefing several spread out reserve units on
new training policy and the third day was to be spent
heading to the annual Command Training conference. The
two men made a stark contrast to each other. Second
Lieutenant Don Stewart was 23 years old, 5 foot eight
and weighed 150 pounds.
Attached temporarily to the Command Headquarters while
waiting for a unit slot to open up, the young white
Second Lieutenant was still green and worried about
impressing the right people. His companion, a big
black Master Sergeant with nearly thirty years in the
service, was more relaxed and relied on his extensive
experience, service contacts and rank to glide through
the meetings and briefings exuding authority and
receiving unquestioned respect.
Master Sergeant Darnell Armstrong was getting ready to
retire. While still fit, he was heavy at over 200
pounds on a 6 foot muscular frame. He was held in some
awe by the young officer, even though he outranked the
older NCO.
"Something the matter, sir," asked Master Sergeant
Darnell Armstrong as he looked up from the newspaper.
"No, Master Sergeant. Just looking for something,"
said the young Second Lieutenant, although the worried
look on his face said otherwise. He was shuffling
frantically through his briefcase and then his
carryall. Obviously looking for something, but not
finding it. "Look, I'm just going to go back up to my
room for a second. I'll be right back.
"Alright, sir. The driver will be here in a few
minutes. We should be hitting the road if we're going
to check out the conference room today." The Master
Sergeant returned to the morning paper and smiled to
himself at the panicked look on Don Stewart's face as
the young Lieutenant scurried off.
By the time he returned, the driver had arrived and
their bags were already loaded. The Master Sergeant
was sitting in the back waiting. With another four
hours ahead on the road, he had removed his tunic keep
it from being creased. Second Lieutenant Stewart did
the same and joined him in the back. With a nod from
the Master Sergeant, the young Hispanic driver,
Private Gomez, pulled out of the hotel parking lot and
onto the Interstate highway.
An hour later, the young officer couldn't stand it
anymore and finally confessed to the Master Sergeant
that he had not only misplaced the General's
presentation, but also a secret document that should
have been secured back at base prior to the trip. He
had been in too much of a hurry to go out on a rare
date the previous weekend before the trip. Rather than
wait for the secret document custodian to return to
his secure area, he had just slipped it in with the
General's presentation and now couldn't find either.
"I swear I had them at our last stop - I know I did,
but I didn't check last night. Nobody would just walk
away with them."
The Master Sergeant looked at him coolly and said,
"Sucks to be you, sir."
"What am I going to do."
The Master Sergeant looked at him long and
thoughtfully. "Well, sir, we should have stayed at the
hotel and completed a full search and back tracked to
the last place you know for sure you had it - then
called in the Military Police if we didn't have any
luck. The shit would have hit the fan, but at least
you reporting it right away would have been in your
favor - but it's way too late for that now. Gomez,
pull into the next gas station, I need to make some
phone calls to some friends."
"Here, use my cell phone," offered the young officer.
"No, I don't think so, sir, we don't want these calls
traced on military phone records. The General not
flying in until the last day of the conference for his
keynote address so we have time to get the
presentation ready. But the secret document, that's a
bit more difficult, However, I think I know what we
can do."
"What?"
"Just leave it to me, sir."
The young Second Lieutenant felt relieved now that the
worry was being shared but he was still scared of the
consequences. His military career could be coming to a
screeching halt before it even began and possibly with
some time in a military prison. His gut churned just
thinking about it. He was grateful for the vastly
experienced Master Sergeant sitting next to him who
was taking control of the situation in such a calm and
assured manner. Mind you, it wasn't his career on the
line.
As they entered the gas station, the Master Sergeant
told Gomez to fill up while he and the young officer
sorted out this mess. He made one call and then asked
the Second Lieutenant to phone information for another
number while he spoke to Gomez. He was back a couple
of minutes later with a small white plastic bag, took
the number from the officer and told him it would best
if he was not privy to the next conversation.
Moving away, Second Lieutenant Stewart wondered what
was being said, but a few minutes later the Master
Sergeant waved him over. "Okay, sir, I think we've
just about got it covered. Just a few more things need
to be done and your officer's commission should be
safe."
"Thank you, Master Sergeant, how..."
The Master Sergeant held up his hand and offered a
half-smile," Can't tell you, sir, I'd have to kill
you." He passed him a small plastic bag. "Go in the
Men's room and put these on if you want to be saved.
Put yours in the trash. Otherwise the deal will fall
through and to be honest with you, Leavenworth here
you come."
Stunned at the threat of the infamous military prison,
the young officer began to open the bag when the
Master Sergeant stopped him and said again, ""Go in
the Men's room and put these on - and put yours in the
trash. I'll meet you at the car"
Confused, he went to the Men's room which was open.
Don fumbled around for the light switch and, locked
the door to the filthy toilet area. Then he opened the
bag. Inside were a pair of boy-cut white panties with
an loosely embroidered front. He was stunned. "What
the hell!"
Don opened the door, but the Master Sergeant wasn't to
be seen. He closed and locked it again while he tried
to figure out what was happening. Where the hell had
the Master Sergeant got the panties from? He tried
weighing the pros and the cons of the situation but
quickly realized he didn't have anything to work with
other than the choices of prison or career salvation.
But what if the Master Sergeant was unable to sort out
the secret document problem? And how was he going to
do it? And why the panties? His gut churned with
indecision and his thinking felt frozen.
Finally, his mind shut down and his body took over,
automatically moving. Don took his trousers and
underwear off and tossed his briefs in the garbage
bin. He pulled the white panties on and looked down at
the front where some his blond pubic hair and parts of
his cock were visible through the embroidered front.
They actually fit which surprised him. He felt the
momentary thrill of a taboo - he was wearing women's
panties and they were comfortable as he felt his satin
smooth buttocks. He felt a distinct arousal in his
prick.
His mind flashed back to when he had been young boy
and would hang around with his tomboy cousin who was
two years older. She use to out wrestle him and then
make him say uncle, or sit on his chest and tickle him
until he peed his pants. One of her favorite tricks
was to make him submit to her demands and wear her
panties.
He smiled ruefully remembering those days and wondered
where she was now. Realizing he was taking too long,
he quickly put his trousers back on and left the
washroom for the car. Getting in the backseat, he
found he could not meet the Master Sergeant's
inquiring gaze. Gomez pulled back onto the highway and
they resumed their trip.
"Well..."
The young officer blushed and the Master Sergeant had
his answer. Still he demanded, "Show me."
Not wanting to draw attention to the backseat, Don
looked nervously at the driver in front of them and
then with shaking hands undid his belt buckle and slid
the zipper down. He was shocked when the Master
Sergeant black hand slid into his trousers and rubbed
his prick through the white panties. Much to his
horror, his penis already slightly engorged, began to
harden further from the contact with the man's hand.
"Oh shit," he thought.
"Very nice, sir. Looks like they're a nice fit.
Probably feel good too, don't they?... Don't they,
sir."
"Yes, Master Sergeant."
The situation was getting weirder by the moment and he
couldn't believe he just said yes to the Master
Sergeant's question and turned even redder in the
face. He tried to restrain the persistent black hand
stroking his cock and whispered so the driver couldn't
hear, "don't... please don't."
"Only pussies wear panties, sir," said Master Sergeant
Armstrong in his normal loud voice, ignoring the
feeble attempt of the Second Lieutenant to stop him
from rubbing the penis. "You a pussy boy, sir?"
The young officer heard the driver snigger at the
question. "No... no, I'm not."
"Well, sir, what are you wearing?"
After what seemed a very long silence came the
whispered and defeated answer, "Panties."
"Well, sir, that makes you a pussy boy then. You're so
excited your wienie is leaking. And we all know what
pussy boys like doing, don't we, sir." Master Sergeant
Armstrong undid his trouser and underwear and pulled
them down his legs, exposing his large black cock and
balls. "Touch it."
"I-I can't..." mumbled the young man mesmerized by the
sight of the large uncut black cock growing harder as
they spoke.
"Yes, you can - and yes, you will, sir. Otherwise, a
certain white boy is going to be turned over to the
military police for losing secret documents and I
think they will find it very interesting that an
officer is wearing women's panties with cum stains on
the front. That should seal your reputation and career
as a pussy. Now touch it!" The large, black hand
grabbed the young officer's hand and held it against
the growing black cock. "There you go, sir. That's not
so bad, is it? Now stroke it"
The Master Sergeant moved both of their hands up and
down the lengthening rod several times. It took a
moment for the young officer to realize that the
Master Sergeant had stopped guiding his hand which was
still stroking the black cock. You're doing fine, sir,
now just pick it up and put your hand around it - just
like you do when you jack your little wienie off.
That's it"
"Ever suck cock before, sir?" The white officer shook
his head "no" as his hand moved up and down the erect
black penis. The Master Sergeant placed a big hand
behind the young officer's head and slowly pulled it
towards his crotch. "Well, today's your day, pussy
boy. We're going to take that cherry mouth right now.
Open up, sir."
Don looked at the Master Sergeant and then at the back
of the driver's head and back to the Master Sergeant
as his head was slowly forced downwards to the waiting
black prick. "Please... no... no... " he whispered. As
his head was forced closer and closer to the black
man's groin, and with no hope of stopping it, "Just
once..."
"Why sure. Now take it in your mouth, sir," he said as
he forced the young officer's head down. "Keep your
eyes on the road, Gomez. Sir needs some privacy and
time while he learns to do his white pussy boy's duty.
Gomez, you'll find what you need in my briefcase
beside you on the front seat. Just pick a good place."
Don Stewart couldn't believe he was actually doing
this as the insistent hand pulled his head closer and
closer to the thick black cock. Unseen by him, Gomez
adjusted his driving mirror so he could watch the
show. Closing his eyes, Don opened his mouth and
allowed the cock to enter.
His mouth ovalled around it. The bulbous head, half
covered by the foreskin, was large but warm and firm
to the touch. It was the first time Don had ever seen
an uncut penis up close and certainly the first to
enter his mouth. It was so different from his own
circumcised prick. The black shaft was hard and the
black balls were loose in the sweaty scrotum.
The scent overwhelmed his senses causing his pulse to
race. Don lowered his mouth over the black cock and
then sealed his lips around it as he drew his head
back up. As he pushed his mouth down the shaft the
second time his lips dragged the foreskin back over
the cock head. He could taste and smell the smegma
under the foreskin.
The Master Sergeant's huge penis began to move in and
out of Don's mouth, each time pressing deeper and
harder against the back of his throat. It made him gag
reflexively and his eyes teared. But the black cock
remained there not moving until the gagging stopped
and then pushing in a little farther. The young
officer struggled to breath but couldn't. Finally the
cock was pulled back slightly as he spluttered and he
could breathe again.
Then the thrusts began again. "You're doing fine, sir.
With a bit more training you'll be a good little white
cocksucker. Now use more tongue on the head and pump
the shaft a bit harder. Lock your lips on the down
stroke so you move the foreskin back. That's it,
sir... you're learning quickly. Enjoying it too,
aren't you? You white kids make great cocksuckers,
especially the officers... Yeah! Suck that cock, pussy
boy. Take my big fat dick! Look up at me, sir."
Don looked up giving the Master Sergeant a good view
of his black cock moving in and out of the young white
man's lips. He felt his balls tightening in his
scrotum. "That's it, sir. You're doing great. Keep
looking up. Now, how about a little deeper. You're
going to take my load, aren't you, sir? That's right,
I'm going to shoot my cum and you're going to swallow
it into your white belly."
A sharp bolt of submission shot through Don's body to
his groin. Oohh God! He was sucking another man's
cock. He was an officer and he was sucking an enlisted
man's cock - a black cock. And there was a witness to
this sex act - another enlisted man. He had never
thought of doing such things. While he had the
occasional success bedding a woman, his sex life had
been pretty ambivalent even as a teenager. Now he was
sucking off a man, his own erect penis twitched in the
smooth panties and leaked more pre-cum. What was he
doing? What could he do? He lowered his head and his
mouth slid back down the cock.
Caught up in the action of the moment, Don hadn't
realized that the car had pulled down a side road and
gently stopped. Suddenly the Master Sergeant's body
tightened and he pulled the young officer's head up by
his hair. With the black cock in his mouth exploding
and the cum dripping from the corners of his mouth,
the young officer was forced to swallow with several
panicky and noisy gulps. As he did so, he looked
directly into the digital camera held by Private Gomez
standing at the open back door of the car taking
pictures.
The black cock jerked out of his mouth and spurted
some more cum onto the shocked officer's face. It was
plastered in Don's eyes, hair and face with cum
hanging from his lips and chin. Gomez took picture
after picture. Finally it was over. And the Master
Sergeant smiled with self-satisfaction. "Did you get
some good action shots of our little pussy boy, Gomez.
I think he likes being a white cocksucker the way he
was swallowing my black dick. Don't you, sir. Just
like one of the girls."
Don could feel the thick semen dripping from his chin
as wiped the cum from his eyes. He was still trying to
recover his breath when the Master Sergeant told him
to lick the cum off his cock. That strange feeling
came back over him in a wave. It was one of total
submissiveness and he didn't hesitate. He began to
lick the black penis clean as it tried to withdraw
into the foreskin. The cum was thick and salty.
"Look this way, sir and lick your lips," commanded
Private Gomez. To his shame and excitement, he did as
the camera clicked rapidly.
Three hours later they arrived at the hotel where they
were both booked in, a perk of the Headquarters staff.
Only Gomez had space in the billets on base. After
checking in, Private Gomez picked up the officer's
luggage and led the way to the elevator. The Master
Sergeant turned to the young officer and said, "Bring
my bags up, sir" and walked away.
The young officer flushed with embarrassment, but did
what he was told. He had a lot of time to think about
what he had done in the car. They hadn't spoken for
the rest of the trip, each caught up in their own
thoughts. Don was very aware of the women's panties he
was wearing and the sexual buzz it gave him. In his
mind, he kept replaying the black cock cumming in his
mouth and on his face.
He had never imagined anything like it. But more than
that, the incredulous horror and excitement of
spurting his own semen into the panties he was wearing
when it happened. Now he wondered if he had already
paid the price needed for the Master Sergeant's help,
or if there were to be more demands. And how the hell
was he going to get the missing secret documents
replaced without being caught; cashiered from the Army
and doing prison time.
The two rooms were side by side. The Master Sergeant
picked one and told Gomez to put the bags inside and
then told the officer to put his bags in the same one.
"Gomez, you've been upgraded from billets to the other
room. Park the car and bring your bags up; then report
to me."
After Gomez left, a self-satisfied Master Sergeant
Armstrong turned to the young officer. "You were a
good pussy boy in the car, sir. Just a natural, cock
sucking white officer enjoying black meat. No shame in
that. Now take your clothes off except for your shirt
and panties. We are going to continue your education,
sir."
A knot of uncertainty sank in his stomach and Don
started to protest but saw the black man scanning
through the pictures on the digital camera and quickly
knew there was no point. Any plea of innocence would
be damned by the photographic evidence. He undressed
and finally stood in front of the Master Sergeant
wearing nothing but his shirt and the white panties.
While he had been naked in his life around other men
before, he had never undressed for another man,
especially one who remained fully clothed. Wearing the
white panties with cum stains on the front, he felt
even more vulnerable and yet his penis was already
semi-engorged with a nervous excitement he could not
explain, nor control. "Undo your shirt and pull it
away so I can see your pretty panties. Look this way.
Smile, sir," said Master Sergeant Armstrong as he took
a picture and didn't say anything about the obvious
cum stain.
Private Gomez returned with a small knock on the door
before entering. Don watched him hang a "do not
disturb" sign on the outside door knob and noticed
Gomez didn't lock it, which just led to his increased
nervousness of discovery. He was about to say
something when he suddenly stopped himself, realizing
he no longer controlled... or perhaps more
disturbingly, didn't want to control anything.
"Gomez, go over and stand behind the officer and put
your arms around his waist and nuzzle his neck like
he's one of your really, really good friends,"
directed the Master Sergeant. "Great picture! Now pull
his panties down around his ankles so we can get a
nice full frontal and resume the position behind him.
Good... Gomez, give sir a full wet kiss."
The young Hispanic stepped in tight and looked into
the young officer's eyes. Gomez's hands sought out
Don's small nipples, pinching them hard and pulling at
them. As Don moaned and his head dropped forward,
Gomez cradled the young officer's face and turned it
for a kiss. Don just stood there motionless, his legs
were hobbled by the white panties pooled around his
ankles.
Gomez's eager tongue pressed against his lips and he
finally and slowly allowed it to enter. A man's mouth
on his... the kiss.....the invading tongue was
demanding, but soft. No different than a woman's,
except he was the one surrendering his mouth. As long
as he didn't see Gomez actually kissing him, it might
be alright. Don closed his eyes; his stiff body seemed
to collapse in surrender to whatever Gomez was doing
to him.
The tongue plunged deeper into his mouth as he stood
awkwardly with his hands by his side, not knowing
quite what to do. Then, slowly, his hands came up and
gently cupped Gomez buttocks and held him closer to
his own body, trying to ignore the camera in video
mode.
Gomez began gently fucking Don's mouth with his tongue
while his hand ravaged first a nipple, and then
dropping, stroked Don's hardening penis. The young
officer let out a little groans as the Hispanic began
to nibble and lick his ear and then nuzzled his neck.
Gomez sucked hard leaving two bright hickies on the
pale skin.
"Take his cock out, sir, give it a kiss," said the
Master Sergeant watching and taking pictures from a
chair.
With Gomez's hands pressing on his shoulder, the young
officer slowly slid to his knees. Don worked the belt
free and the zipper open and pulled Gomez's trousers
down. He suddenly looked up into the young Hispanic's
face with complete surprise. Gomez was wearing pink
panties.
The Master Sergeant laughed at the look on the young
officer's face. "You can thank Gomez for that nice
pair of panties you're wearing, sir. Now pull his
panties down and give his cock a kiss. Don't suck it,
just a kiss, sir"
With shaking hands, Don pulled the pink panties down
Gomez's thin legs. Gomez had no pubic hair or hair on
his legs. His shaved cock was short, fat and almost
fully erect with a drop of pre-cum on the tip.
Mesmerized at the sight, Don's tongue reached out and
licked the tip, then pursed his lips and kissed the
bulbous cock head. Gomez sighed contentedly and pushed
his cock forward against the officer's lips.
"Gomez," warned the Master Sergeant. "Sir, get your
shaving kit and go with Gomez into the bathroom. Let
him make you presentable. As a pussy boy, you don't
need all that excess body hair. There's something
really sexy about a shaved pussy whether it's a man or
a woman. I'll be stepping out in a few minutes and
when I come back, sir, I want you squared away."
After the two had gone into the bathroom and closed
the door, the Master Sergeant made a quick phone call
and then rummaged through his bag and brought out a
large envelope and quickly wrote on it. From his
suitcase, he withdrew the secret document folder and
the hardcopy of the General's speech and placed them
inside the envelope. Satisfied he went down to the
lobby and gave it to the receptionist to hold for
pickup by the person named on the front.
Gomez had the young officer sit on the edge of the
bathroom vanity while he rummaged through Don's
shaving kit and ran water into the sink. "Lift your
arms, chica," he ordered and lightly soaped the white
armpits. He brandished Don's razor, he began to shave
the downy blonde hair away. The light hair on his
chest and around his nipples was next. Gomez handed
him back his own razor and said "You do your legs,
sir, I'll be right back."
Don, resigned to his fate, was still working on his
first leg when Gomez returned carrying his own shaving
bag. Let's get your pussy ready." Don was going to
argue but thought better of it and did what he was
told. Gomez knelt between Chris's legs and using a
small pair of scissors, clipped away as much hair as
he could. They moved to the shower to complete the
job. First Gomez shaved the young officer's other leg
and arms. Satisfied, he lightly soaped up the pubic
hair and penis taking a few extra liberties of
stroking the young officer's prick. Then he began to
remove the hair quickly but carefully with the razor.
When he was finished Gomez turned off the water. "Lie
down on the shower floor, sir. Gomez pushed him flat
on his back and raised his feet until they were
supported by the shower ledge, and he took his time
around the ball sack and penis. Throughout, Don had
said nothing and followed every instruction given to
him, including holding his ass checks apart as Gomez
carefully took off the sparse hair between Don's legs
and around his asshole. Gomez surveyed the job and
expressed his satisfaction.
He turned the hot water back on and watched as the
young man washed away the last traces of soap and body
hair. Then he used a bottle of baby oil, rubbing all
over the young man's body before pushing him back
under the hot shower. Gomez took one of the fluffy
hotel towels and patted him down. He stood there in
front of Gomez shaved clean except for his head. The
body in the mirror looked and felt soft and feminine.
A small tremor of excitement ran through his being.
"Hola, gringa," said Gomez as he took an unresisting
officer into his arms and gave him a deep kiss. His
hands ran over the smooth lightly oiled white skin.
"Have you ever had a man before, chica? No, I didn't
think so. You are lucky to have the Master Sergeant
for your first one. He will be kind to you if you
try... just don't make him angry. "
Gomez picked up the soiled white panties that the
young officer had been wearing. "Fill the sink with
warm water and wash out your panties, sir." As Don
quietly did what he was told, Gomez brought out a pair
of light blue panties and placed them on the young
officer's shaving kit. "Here a second pair of panties
for you, that way you can always have a clean pair
ready. Now I'll help to prepare your virgin boy
pussy."
Gomez took a tube of K-Y from his pants pocket
hanging on the door. Using a large dab he placed the
cool lube against Don's anus, causing him to jerk
away. "Give me your right hand, sir." He guided the
hand down Don's own crack and then guided the thumb
against the anus. "Use your thumb, sir."
When Don did so, Gomez took control of the hand and
had the young officer fucking his ass with his own
thumb. "Now bend over and hold onto the sink with both
hands." The Hispanic added more lube and used first
one finger and then two fingers, always using lots of
lube. "Push back, gringa, that's it... see that makes
it feel better... yes, you are doing good." Don moaned
as a third finger and more lube were added to his
stretched asshole.
The pressure on his prostate and the nerves in his ass
caused his prick to enlarge. Gomez reached around and
stroked the young officer to a soft erection that he
left tantalizingly unfulfilled. Finally he stopped and
turned Don around and looked him softly in the eye.
"We are the same, sir. Just two chicas. But you
haven't said thank you to me for the panties or
helping you to become a little gringa. That is not
very nice . I want you to say thank you."
Gomez's hands pressed slowly down on the young
officer's shoulders and Don slid to his knees in front
of the enlisted man. He automatically opened his mouth
and the short, stubby cock was soon pushed into his
mouth. It was only the second cock he had ever sucked
and he was amazed at how different it was from the
Master Sergeant's. Gomez reached down with his hands
cupping the back the officer's head.
Then he gently started to thrust his cock into my
waiting mouth. The young Hispanic smiled triumphantly
as the white officer bobbed his mouth up and down on
his prick and then began using his hands to stroke the
olive skinned penis. It felt good for Gomez, but to
Don's surprise, he pulled out before ejaculating and
pulled the young officer upright. Gomez gave him
another deep kiss and said, "You're welcome, sir. Now
I think the Master Sergeant is waiting for his new
gringa."
Master Sergeant Armstrong was sitting naked on the
couch watching TV when they came out of the bathroom.
Under the steady gaze of the black man, the young
officer suddenly felt very self-conscious in his new
nakedness and his hands covered his shaven penis and
balls. "Thank you, Gomez," said the Master Sergeant,
"for looking after sir. Looks like you did a very nice
job. Sergeant Tully will be by shortly to see you, so
off you go to your room and we'll see you in the lobby
tomorrow morning at 0700 with the car."
As the room door closed behind Gomez, Master Sergeant
Armstrong looked at the young officer with a stare
that Don could not match. The young man looked down at
the floor. "Come here, sir."
The big black man reached out and brought Don to him
until he straddled the thick black legs. The Master
Sergeant, without effort, pulled the young officer up
onto the couch until he was astride his groin. "You
feel and smell nice. Are you a little white pussy,
sir? Come on, tell me. It's alright, there's no shame
in being a black man's pussy boy."
The strong black arms guided the smaller white body,
pulling Don forward with ease. His thick tongue
pierced the white lips without effort and took control
of the young officer's mouth. Don could only moan as
the tongue explored his mouth. Where Gomez's tongue
had been light and quick, the black man's was slow and
dominant. The Master Sergeant twisted the small, erect
pink nipples hard causing Don to try and pull back,
"Please - not so hard." Darnell Armstrong smiled as he
noted that the young man hadn't said to stop.
"You want me to be gentle, sir? I asked you before.
Are you a little white pussy boy? Come on, tell me,"
demanded the Master Sergeant, "Or do you want me to
hurt you." This time he bent his head and bit the
nipple hard. Don couldn't even move his arms to
protect himself. "No, please don't," he begged.
"Well?"
"Yes... I'm... a... white... pussy... boy...."
"Then I think we'll call you, Donna when we're
together. When we are around other people I will treat
you with the respect your commission deserves even
though we both know that you're a little pussy boy
wearing woman's panties. Now, what's your name, sir!"
"Don... Donna," he whispered, not meeting the Master
Sergeant's eyes.
"That's right. And you're going to be my white pussy-
boy, aren't you, Donna!"
"Y-yes. I'm your pussy boy."
The Master Sergeant smiled and sucked on Don's small
pink nipples gently and then began rubbing his erect
black cock up between the white oiled buttocks. "And
you love sucking black cock... don't you, pussy-boy.
You want it, don't you... I said, don't you."
"Yes... Master Sergeant."
Darnell Armstrong pushed his legs wider, which in turn
spread Don's. "Lift your butt and put my black cock in
your white pussy, sir. Do it." This was the moment
Darnell Armstrong had always loved. He had fucked men
and women of every color, but what he loved best was
taking away a white man's sense of being, his manhood,
on the tip of his black cock. And for it to be a young
white officer made it all the more sweet. When he was
younger he used to physically hurt them and humiliate
them.
Now he just turned them into pussy boy's through
natural intimidation - and a little blackmail if
necessary. He smiled as he watched the young man grasp
with the implication of making himself a white pussy
for real. "What's the matter, Donna, lots of women
enjoy getting fucked in their boy pussies as well as
their girl pussies. Never fuck a woman in her boy
pussy?"
"No, Master Sergeant." There had been one girl who
wanted him to do it, but he had inserted his penis in
her vagina instead. With a small nervous gasp, Don
reached back held it between his buttocks and slowly
lowered himself onto the stiff cock. The Master
Sergeant held him around his slim waist, neither
helping nor hindering the process, just watching him
intently. Darnell wanted the young man himself to put
the black cock in his white ass.
Don gasped as he felt it enter the outer sphincter and
stretch his anus wide. It was tight as it slid part
way in and stopped when it hit the inner sphincter.
Thanks to Gomez's earlier lube job, it wasn't too bad.
His breathing was notably faster. "That's it, sir. Now
just hold it until you're comfortable and then slide
up and down a few times."
The Master Sergeant dropped a hand to the small
engorged white prick and stroked it gently. "Your
little wienie is leaking, Donna. You must be enjoying
it. Don't stop pushing up and down on my cock. That's
it, Donna. You are really getting off on being fucked
by a real man. Aren't you? Now let's go deeper."
Despite adding pressure against his male "hymen", the
inner sphincter held firm. "It hurts," complained the
young white officer, "It hurts." As he tried to squirm
back up, the Master Sergeant grabbed his waist and
pulled him down as he thrust his black cock upwards,
pushing deep into the pink sphincter ring. The pain
was intensely sharp and tears began to stream from
Don's eyes.
His head arched back as he yelped in distress and the
thick black cock was suddenly through and his buttocks
sank downwards. He could feel the black coarse pubic
hair of the Master Sergeant grind against his white
buttocks. The pain gave way to a mix of relief and
discomfort as his sphincter tightly stretched and held
around the black cock. The Master Sergeant held him in
place, not moving, and letting him become use to the
thickness in his boy pussy.
Still absorbing the painful intrusion and breathing
short panting breaths, Don's head fell onto Master
Sergeant's Armstrong's broad shoulder. With a big,
black hand running gently up and down the white back
of the young man, Master Sergeant Armstrong, said
gently, "I've just taken your virginity. Busted your
white cherry, Donna. Now you really are a pussy boy."
He lifted Don's face and kissed him slowly and softly.
"I want you to fuck yourself using your legs. Take it
slow and easy. Stop when you want... Come on... fuck
your little white boy pussy on my cock, sir."
Wiping the tears of pain away from his cheeks, Don
nodded slowly. The white body tentatively began to
move up and down on the black cock. Eventually, Don
raised his hips upwards until just the thick head
remained inside and then he slid slowly down, and
again... and again. A shudder and thrill ran through
his body, his prick engorged with the rubbing of his
prostate.
Master Sergeant Darnell Armstrong was loving every
sensation that the young white officer's tight ass was
giving him. But more than that, he was enjoying his
control over the young man. His domination was nearly
complete as Don's soft rounded hips started to hump
almost eagerly back and forth on the skewering cock.
The Master Sergeant soon stopped him in mid-stroke.
"Okay, Donna, you've had your fun, now it's my turn.
Get off me and onto the bed on your hands and knees.
Face towards the door."
The Master Sergeant added more KY gel to his cock and
clambered up between the legs of the young officer.
It's time, Donna - I want you to be a good fucking
pussy for me." Pressing against the still partially
opened ass, he pushed his black cock firmly into the
waiting boy pussy. Steadily, but gently, the black
cock went forward meeting some resistance but always
moving deeper and deeper as the white ass tried to
readjust to the invading thickness. Don began panting
in anticipation of pain as it pushed back through the
deflowered interior sphincter. "Easy, Donna...easy,
baby. You're doing good."
Darnell Armstrong just kept going, slowly sliding inch
after inch of black cock into Don's white boy pussy.
With the coarse pubic hair brushed Don's ass cheeks,
the Master Sergeant slowly withdrew, before gently
sliding in again. He repeated the action several
times, stopping each time with all but the black
uncircumcised cock head removed... before sliding
smoothly and gently back between the white ass cheeks.
This time Don arched his hips and began to hump
backwards; squeezing his eyes shut as the very strong
emotions of submission and excitement washed over him.
He was being fucked by a man... a black man... an
enlisted black man... in his officer's boy pussy.
"That's it, baby, move those hips, Donna."
They were both beginning to sweat and the young man
was arching his back to meet the black man's thrusts.
Armstrong quickened his pace, thrusting his cock
deeper and harder into the white ass. His balls began
to slap Don's ass with each stroke. The Master
Sergeant drew Don's attention to the mirror across the
room. "Look at yourself, sir...on all fours, being
dog-fucked like a bitch and your white boy pussy being
fucked by a real man.... a black man."
Don was mesmerized by the sight in the mirror. The
large black man, his skin glistening black with sweat,
was holding the white hips in place as he drove his
thick black cock in and out. He looked at the
dominant, conquering face of the Master Sergeant
looming above his white body. The bed was squeaking in
time with the fucking. His own face looked back at him
in the mirror showing his obvious submission and
acceptance of being a white pussy boy for the black
Master Sergeant. He groaned with pleasure and
excitement as the thick shaft stroked against his
prostate. Don's own hard white prick bounced beneath
him with every thrust he was given. His balls were
tightening in the small white sack.
"Yeah, Donna. Take my big black cock up your tight
little pussy hole. Look at yourself! Mounted and
fucked by a real man. You're enjoying every inch,
aren't you sweet cheeks?"
The squelching of the lubrication in his ass from the
pistoning of the Master Sergeant's cock filled Don's
ears obscenely and the heavy black balls slapped
against his upturned ass. Don couldn't help his
reaction. His hips were undulating faster as he met
the thrusting cock in his ass "That's it, Donna. Come
on, sweetheart, be a good pussy boy for me," cooed
Darnell in his ear. "I want you to come for me, sir. I
want you to cum while I'm fucking your pussy."
Don closed his eyes. And he began to squeeze his ass
muscles, not to repulse the thick black invader, but
to stroke it's full length, to squeeze it, and to make
it pump it's hot load of cum into his body. Oooh! God,
he really was a pussy. All of sudden his prick began
spurting as he moaned with the release and the
excruciating pleasure. His arms buckled and his head
dropped to the bed as the Master Sergeant continued
fucking the upturned white ass.
"That's good, Donna. That's alright, sir. You just
came from having a big black bone up your boy pussy.
Just tells me how much you like being pussy fucked by
a real man. Now let's hear you moan, baby."
And Don did.
"You know Donna, we should be on a first name basis,
don't you think?"
"Yes, Master Sergeant," came the moaned reply.
"Good. You can call me Master and I'll call you Donna.
Okay?"
"Yes, Master Serge... Master."
The Master Sergeant was still taking his time,
occasionally slapping the white buttocks to get them
moving again, when the hotel room door opened.
"Johnny, good to see you," boomed Master Sergeant
Armstrong at the dark hulk blocking the doorway.
"Darnell, you old reprobate, what have you got
yourself into now," he said laughing, looking at the
two men on the bed. The lithe white body with its head
and shoulders on the bed and its ass raised on its
knees was being fucked from behind by his old black
friend. Darnell grabbed Don's head by the hair and
raised it to look at his friend. "Johnny, I would like
you to meet Second Lieutenant Donald Stewart. Bit of a
mouthful, so just call him Donna. Grab a beer - hell,
grab a piece of this white pussy boy, too. I've only
just busted both of his cherries today, so be nice to
Donna."
"Thought you'd never ask, but I'll wait until you
finish your ride. Got a package for you." Sergeant
Johnny Tully casually threw a familiar large envelope
onto the room desk before grabbing a beer and
collapsing in a chair. He watched his friend Darnell
pushing his cock in and out of the white boy on the
bed. The young man was moaning with every deep stroke,
his hips hunching back to meet each thrust.
"You just missed me busting the Lieutenant's pussy
cherry about five minutes ago. Donna has already cum.
He just couldn't take the excitement of my big black
tool in his pussy. He didn't even have to use his
hands. Just came like a real pussy. I'm about to give
him his first ever load of cum up his cunt. Enjoying
it ,sir, aren't you." When there was no reply, Darnell
smacked the taunt white buttock hard. "Answer me,
sir."
"Yes," came the moaned and embarrassed reply.
"Yes - what!"
"Yes... Master."
"That's better," smiled the Master Sergeant to Tully.
"Donna and I are on a first names basis now that he
loves having my cock in his white boy pussy. I tell
you this officer is learning how to keep his troops
happy." Darnell Armstrong picked up the pace driving
his cock faster and harder into the upturned white
buttocks until he finally stiffened and shot a large
load of cum into Don's ass. "There you go, Donna, you
sweet little bitch. You've just been bred for the
first time. Keep hunching your hips, sir, milk my cock
dry with your pussy muscles."
Don's hips kept moving to meet the thrusts. "That's
it, sweet cheeks. Good pussy boy, sir."
Collapsing on the bed, Don wasn't allowed to rest.
Sergeant Tully had already stripped and sat back in
the easy chair finishing his beer. Unlike Master
Sergeant Armstrong, his body was flabby with a big gut
and his skin a darker color. He commanded Don off the
bed and to him. He studied the shaved body of the
young officer and the spent white penis and balls that
had nowhere to hide. "Turn around, Donna. Bend over.
Let's see your pussy. Pull your ass cheeks apart.
That's it. Look at that cum leaking out of his
officer's pussy. Darnell, you need a picture of this."
Once pictures had been taken, Sergeant Tully ordered
Don to put on just his uniform shirt with his rank on
the epaulettes explaining he wanted to see an officer
suck his cock rather than just some naked white pussy
boy. "Now get on your knees and crawl between my legs.
Do your duty, sir, make me hard. Hey, Darnell, he's
making a mess on the carpet with your cum. We don't
want the hotel staff to work cleaning it up. Stick the
neck of my empty beer bottle up sir's cunt so he stops
dripping."
"Raise your pussy, sir," said Darnell as he placed the
beer bottle under him. "Now down."
The long necked beer bottle easily entered his
recently opened ass, but Don winced as Tully pressed
down on his shoulders and the broad part of the bottle
began to spread his anal passage. But his body
couldn't go down any farther. Very aware of the bottle
in his ass, Don reached out and stroked the Sergeant's
thick, erect cock. "You love sucking and fucking black
cock... don't you, sir. Answer me, boy."
"Yes..."
"Tell me then. What do you need. Look at me, sir"
"Black cock... I need to fuck and suck black cock,"
the young officer whispered. Intense humiliation and
fear had replaced his submissive excitement. He was
afraid of this new black man. Lowering his head to the
waiting black cock, he struggled to take it in his
mouth. It was much thicker than the Master Sergeant's
and nearly as long. His jaws ached as he opened his
mouth as wide as possible and he looked up over the
flabby stomach into Johnny's Tully's face.
"That's right... open those pretty white officer lips,
sir." Sergeant Tully looked back through half closed
eyes enjoying the sight. A white officer dressed only
in his uniform shirt with his rank epaulettes was
between his legs, on his knees and sucking his growing
black cock. Could life be better?
Oh yes, the moment when he rammed it in the officer's
white boy pussy and made him beg for more. But that
could wait. Instead he watched the young officer's
face, his mouth drooling out the side as he was
bobbing up and down on the black cock. Master Sergeant
Armstrong was right, this kid was a natural born
cocksucker. He smiled at Darnell who was still taking
the occasional picture.
Tully grabbed Don's head and began pumping his cock in
and out of the young officer's mouth. The young
officer watched Tully's wiry pubic hair getting closer
and closer to his lips. The fat cock head hit the
entrance to his throat and he was having trouble
breathing. Tears streamed from his eyes. He could hear
Sergeant Tully shouting in his ear, "That's right,
white boy. Suck my big black cock! Damn that feels so
good. Look at your hot white lips stretched around my
black cock, sir. Loving it, aren't you!"
After several minutes Sergeant Tully suddenly stopped
before he came and pulled out of Don's mouth. "Time
for your pussy hole, sir. "
Darnell was already ahead of Tully and passed a condom
to the young officer. "Sorry old friend, but I'm the
only one who will be riding Donna bareback."
"Aahh! Darnell, come on let me pump my baby jizz into
his pussy."
"No! Put the condom on his cock, Donna," ordered the
Master Sergeant. He was adamant. He had a recent scare
with a trusted partner who turned out to be a careless
slut with HIV. He had himself tested and was relieved
to be found clean of any STD. He wanted to keep it
that way. With this young officer, he was confident
that the sexual risk was nil. If things turned out
alright, he would keep this pussy boy as an exclusive.
Don fumbled with the condom. He had only worn a few
and he had never had to put one on someone else
before. Tully was annoyed with his attempts and more
aggressive by the time he finished placing it on the
erect black cock.
"Get down on your back, bitch. Give me your hole." Not
waiting, he pushed the young officer onto his back,
grabbed the white feet and pulled him to the chair and
took the partially filled beer bottle out of his ass..
Then forcing Don's knees back, Tully rolled him back
onto his shoulders with legs spread wide open and ass
raised and pulled him in tight to the chair. Don's
knees were nearly on his chest and his pink asshole
partially opened.
"What's this?" he laughed as he flicked the small
flaccid white penis. "Shit, my five year old son has a
bigger cock than that. But then you're a pussy boy, so
I guess it really doesn't matter, does it, sir."
Lifting his ass slightly off the chair, Tully placed
his fully erect cock pressing against Don's ass.
"So white boy, like being on your back with your legs
spread. Are you ready for my big black cock. Are you,
sir! Give your hole up to me."
"No... please... your cock is too big! Please,
no...no... please, be gentle," pleaded the young
officer as the thick black cock started to force its
way in. From where he lay the thick cock looked
massive and ready to split him in two. The fierce look
on Tully's face had him convinced that the man hated
all whites - and officers in particular.
"Darnell was semi-amused watching his young officer,
but he didn't want Tully to undo his careful
groundwork. He had a suspicion he could turn Don
Stewart into a willing white pussy boy, but not as
easily if Tully hurt him or really scared him. Picking
up the KY jelly, he warned his friend, "Catch... and
Tully, be nice to Donna. This is only the second cock,
sir has ever had - so don't, I repeat, don't hurt
him."
Don, lying on his back, legs spread, was grateful to
Darnell as he felt the KY jelly being applied to his
already opened anus. Tully reamed his ass with two
thick fingers and then added more jelly. In this face
to face position Don couldn't deny he was having sex
with a man. He was looking up at two pricks - one
rampant black one and his own smaller, spent one.
The thought of a spare prick at a wedding shot through
his mind, except his was the spare prick and he was
about to be fucked as the bride. Don's eyes widened as
Tully pushed down with his thick cock into the young
officer's rectum. It painfully caught for a second and
then Don let out a long groan as it was forced deeper
and deeper. He closed his eyes as Tully started to
withdraw and then plunge back in again and again.
Every time he plunged down with his cock, Tully's
hands pushed Don's knees back into his white chest.
In this position, it felt deeper and much wider than
the Master Sergeant's. His ass had a hard time
adjusting to the thick cock and when it went past the
inner sphincter, it still hurt, but the pain was
temporary and manageable. Don opened his eyes looking
directly into Sgt Tully's leering face, "Come on white
bitch... Come on, sir, be a hot little officer pussy
for me."
Much to Tully's regret, he came much too soon. He was
just starting to enjoy impaling the young officer and
making him groan in pain when it was over before he
had a chance to make him beg properly for his black
cock. When he pulled out with a plop from the juicy
upturned ass, Darnell pulled Don up to his feet. "Go
take a shower, Donna - get cleaned up."
A disappointed Tully watched the young white man
hobble gingerly to the bathroom trying to stop the
semen and a tinge of blood running down his legs.
"Damn! Oh well, Gomez will be getting a long dicking
from me before I cum a second time. Thanks Darnell for
letting me fuck your new officer pussy boy - much
appreciated. Hope to do it again sometime." Sergeant
Tully dressed, took several beers and went next door
looking for Gomez and a night's entertainment.
Before they went out for supper dressed in civilian
clothing, the Master Sergeant made sure Don was
wearing his panties. Ignoring the large envelope on
the room table, Darnell set up their laptop and pulled
up a copy of the General's presentation. Using a
memory stick, they dropped it off at the local copier
store where they were told it would be ready for
pickup before closing, or they could wait until
opening in the morning. They told counter staff they
would pick it up that evening.
Dinner was surreal for Don - just two men sitting
together having supper - one white and one black. They
talked sports as they watched the big screen TV.
Occasionally Don would side glance the big Master
Sergeant who looked equally imposing in civilian
clothing as he did in uniform. Whenever Don took off
his uniform, he always felt his authority slide away.
He even looked and felt younger as he blended in with
everyone else. Now he wondered what Darnell Armstrong
was thinking and what would happen next. He was still
very conscious of his sore ass.
At least he wasn't being outed in public. He had a
mental picture of Sergeant Tully that made him shiver.
If it were Sergeant Tully, he would be probably have
him sucking him off in the booth as the food was being
delivered and everyone would know that he was either
gay or bisexual. Unconsciously, his hand dropped to
his lap and he rubbed his prick through the blue
panties he was wearing under his trousers as he
pictured the scene. He suddenly saw Darnell looking at
him and reacted with a guilty start when he realized
what he was doing.
After dinner, they were walking back to the Staples
when Master Sergeant Armstrong veered down a side
street. The third shop down was a tattoo parlor and he
directed Don inside. "Been a day to remember," he told
the young man and suggested he pick out a tattoo to
mark it. When Don declined, the Master Sergeant told
him he wasn't suggesting - he was telling - now pick
one. He looked at the examples on the wall and did not
really see anything - not that he wanted one at all.
But he wasn't going to piss off the Master Sergeant
who was busy speaking to Jake, the owner. He finally
settled on a small wolf's head.
Don was visibly shaken when the tattoo artist told him
to drop his pants and underwear and hop up on the
table. "What's the matter, sunshine," asked the man
getting his equipment ready.
"I thought you would put it on my arm."
"The Boss man says on your butt - speak to him if you
got a problem."
"No, it's fine." Don said, not wanting to make a
scene. He waited for the man to turn away before he
kicked off his shoes and hurriedly dropped his
trousers and panties as one, leaving only his socks.
He made sure the panties weren't visible before he
quickly lay down on his stomach to hide his shaved
groin. Still, he felt more than just a little exposed
lying there naked except for his shirt and socks and
with his white ass visible to anyone that came in the
back room. He clenched his ass cheeks slightly and
hoped the man wouldn't notice his shaved legs and
butt.
Behind Don, Darnell Armstrong handed the tattooist a
piece of paper with a design on it. Jake nodded and
carried on with his preparation. With the tattoo well
under way and the young man taking the procedure
reasonably well, Armstrong told Jake he would be back
in about twenty minutes. He had to pick up some
material at the Staples. And he was back, just as the
tattoo was being finished up. He nodded his approval
of the tattoo work to Jake and gave a thumbs up.
"Looks good."
Don tried to turn his head to see, but couldn't get
sight of it and stopped trying. He would see it in the
mirror later when he stood up - well maybe not. In
fact now that he was nearly finished, Don started to
think how he was going to dress without Jake seeing
the panties and his shaven groin.
Jake didn't bother showing Don the tattoo with a
mirror. Instead, he was busy slapping an adhesive
patch over the tattoo and telling Don to leave it
covered for 24hours before taking it off. It would
allow the colored ink to set properly. He could
shower, but shouldn't get the patch too wet and dry it
quickly. In case he was wondering how it would look,
he had placed a wolf head decal outside on the patch.
Don thanked him and lay there, waiting for him to turn
around and clean his instruments. But before he did
that the Master Sergeant was behind him telling to
stay put. He felt a slather of KY put onto his rectum
and Darnell was inserting a black butt plug in his
ass. It hurt as it filled his rectum and squeezed
through his stretched inner sphincter. The black base
was flared to stop it going too deep and the
sphincter's grip stopped it from falling out.
Already embarrassed, he slowly eased himself off the
table. And there was Darnell standing next to Jake
handing him just his panties to put on. He flushed
bright red, and quickly stepped into them, pulling
them up over his shaved cock and balls. He dressed
quickly. Jake just smiled and said "You have got
another very nice looking white pussy boy there,
Darnell, I just bet he loves your black cock up his
ass and in his mouth."
"Indeed, he does, Jake, indeed he does." Darnell had
Don pay Jake including a large tip and they walked
back to the hotel with Don very conscious of the butt
plug and the full feeling it gave. He carried the
Staple boxes. When they entered the hotel room, the
Master Sergeant drew the young officer's attention to
the large envelope that Sergeant Tully had dropped off
earlier on the table. "I think that is what you were
waiting for, sir."
Don immediately tore it open - and looked carefully
through it. It was the secret document he had lost -
including the General's presentation. How? He quickly
looked up, but Darnell was already ahead of him.
"Can't tell you, sir, but I trust you have what you
need. Be more careful with secret documents next time.
Make sure you get it back to the custodian. I might
not be there to cover for you next time."
The sense of relief that swept over Don's mind was an
immense natural high and he smiled. "Thank God."
"Or old Master Sergeants, sir" intoned Darnell. They
both laughed. But it didn't last long as Darnell began
undressing, laid his uniform out for the morning and
set the alarm. He climbed into bed leaving Don feeling
more than just a little awkward and wondering what to
do next.
"Get undressed, take the butt plug out and come to
bed, sir."
Don tried to delay as long as he could. He went into
the bathroom to undress, brushed his teeth and had a
piss. He inspected both the patch on his right buttock
and the butt plug in the mirror. Actually the wolf on
the outside of the bandage looked pretty sharp even if
the tattoo would be hidden by his underwear.
As for the butt plug... unable to delay any longer, he
groaned as he pulled it out and then washed it off
with soap and water. The blue panties were damp with
KY jelly and some body fluids that had seeped from his
anus. He hesitated a moment, and then quickly washed
his panties by hand and hung them up to dry. He went
back into the bedroom wondering what was next in a
very eventful day.
Darnell was already snoring loudly. Don pulled the
covers back and quietly slipped into bed beside the
large sleeping black man. Worn out from the emotional
and physical exhaustion of the day, he quickly fell
asleep. Several hours later his shoulder was being
shaken by Darnell. "Wake up."
"Whaa!" cried a startled Don.
"Open your mouth, Donna, suck on a real man's cock."
The Master Sergeant filled the young man's mouth with
his flaccid cock. When he had been sucked to semi-
hardness and Darnell was satisfied, he let Don fall
back to sleep for a short time before repeating the
process. He would start with "Wake up. Open your
mouth, Donna. Suck on a real man's cock."
After the third time, the Master Sergeant smiled as he
noticed the young man no longer hesitated but moved
directly to his waiting cock after being told to wake
up and took it in his mouth and sucked until Darnell
would say, "Okay, Donna, that's a good pussy, you can
stop now." He also had Don masturbate himself each
time while he sucked the Master Sergeant's cock.
He was humping the bed and his hand while bobbing his
head up and down the black cock. Don surprised himself
when he came into the sheets of the bed with a small,
self-satisfying spurt and the black cock between his
lips. Darnell let him fall back to sleep. The last
time, Darnell woke him in the early morning, he didn't
stop him until he came in the young man's mouth.
They were up early that morning. Master Sergeant
Armstrong looked extremely fresh while the young
officer looked tired out. When they met Gomez with the
car the Hispanic driver looked at the young officer
who shyly acknowledged the unasked question with a
nod. Gomez smiled back at the new gringa.
Before they left for the conference to set up, the
Master Sergeant told him to wear the clean panties
under his uniform. He was very conscious of them
throughout the day along with the adhesive patch
covering his tattoo. He found he had to use the toilet
stalls when he wanted a piss because there was always
someone at the urinals who might see what he was
wearing.
The conference wrapped up in the early afternoon. The
General gave a well-received keynote address. The
presentation and visuals were flawless and seamless
even when he had stumbled slightly or gone off script.
A fact duly noted by the General and his senior staff
officer. The Colonel offered the young officer a quick
trip home by helicopter if he wanted to accompany
them. One look from Master Sergeant Armstrong was
enough to have Don be grateful for the offer, but
decline with a quick excuse.
Back at the hotel and finished for the day, Don
checked the room safe to make sure the secret document
was still there. Relieved to see it still there, he
stripped out of his uniform. "Donna, get your pussy in
here," shouted Darnell from the shower. "I need you to
do my back." Dropping his panties, Don entered the
shower and took the soap from the Master Sergeant.
Lathering his hands, he soaped Darnell's back,
shoulders and neck. "Now wash my cock and balls, sir."
Don knelt as Darnell turned around in the shower. The
black cock and balls were directly in front of his
face. For a second, the thought flashed through his
mind to automatically take the cock into his mouth. It
was almost as if the Master Sergeant read his mind.
"Just clean them, Donna. You can suck later.
Embarrassed, disappointed - or both, Don did as he was
told. After washing Darnell's legs and feet, they
stepped out and the Master Sergeant allowed the young
officer to dry him completely with a large towel.
When Darnell walked back into the bedroom, Don quickly
showered, washing his hair. He was toweling off when
the Master Sergeant returned with the bottle of KY
jelly. "Bend over, Donna, time to put your black
reminder in." He added the lubricant to both Don's ass
and the black butt plug. With a bit of effort and Don
pushing back against it, the butt plug suddenly sank
inside and was securely held by his sphincter. His
rectum felt full as he stood upright with his legs
closed. Darnell smiled at him in the mirror and then
left to watch the television news.
While toweling off, Don had rubbed the patch on his
buttock and decided enough time had passed to remove
it and look at his new wolf tattoo. He peeled it off,
throwing it in the waste basket and backed up so he
could look in the mirror. At first glance, it just
didn't look right - a red slash on his buttock. What
the hell! He moved closer to the mirror. It was two
red cherries with a black arrow piercing through them.
The lettering was backwards in the mirror, but he
could make it out. Above in red was the name Donna and
below in black the date that he had first sucked and
been fucked by the Master Sergeant. He had been
branded as a black man's pussy boy. The black butt
plug that filled his rectum as he moved about reminded
him of that fact as well. He kept going back to look
at it. He wished he didn't need a mirror to see it. He
put on his blue panties and went back out to dress in
his civvies. The young man didn't mention his tattoo
to the black man who ignored him as he dressed.
After supper they headed down onto the strip. It was a
Thursday night and the bars were hopping, the strip
joints full and military men wandering around
outnumbering the civilians. The big Master Sergeant
dressed in civilian clothing, pushed his way through
the crowd into one of the bars with Don following in
his wake. They had a beer and watched the young
soldiers getting loud and pissed.
There weren't many girls in attendance and a constant
stream of men went towards the washrooms. After a
beer, they got up and went back towards the washroom.
Instead of entering the Men's room, Darnell knocked
twice and then twice more on the door next to it. It
cracked open slightly and there was Tully. "Hey bro,
wondered when you would get here. Okay, Gomez. Your
relief is here."
They squeezed into the narrow room which was lit by a
single un-shaded bulb. There was a maze of water pipes
and electrical conduits running above a dirty,
concrete floor. "Hola, gringa," smiled Gomez as he
looked back at them, wearing only white panties and
bright red lipstick. He was on his knees with his hand
pumping a white cock sticking through a glory hole and
soon had his mouth back sucking and licking the big
knob.
"This is your final pussy boy test, sir. Strip down to
your panties. When Gomez is finished, go over to that
small hole in the wall and stick a finger through and
let it hang down over the edge. Then wait. You'll hear
someone come into the stall. If they are interested,
they'll stick their cock through and you will service
it. The young men partying next door, sir, are
enlisted men off on foreign operations on Monday. They
won't know that it is a white officer in panties
servicing them.
"And you shouldn't care if it is a white, Hispanic or
black soldier's cock that you are sucking, sir. You'll
be sucking real men's cocks. So do it, Donna - and do
it well. After you've done your patriotic duty to the
troops by sucking off three of them, we'll leave and
let Gomez go back to his fun."
With nervous excitement, but also fearful self-
consciousness caused by Tully standing there, Don
stripped down to his blue panties. Darnell moved
behind him and enfolded the smaller white body into
his. He nuzzled Don's neck, and played with his penis
through the panties as they watched Gomez work. With a
small pat on the butt, Darnell pushed Don towards the
glory hole as Gomez finished sucking the white cock
with loud, wet slobbering sounds and the man on the
other side came in his mouth.
The floor was sticky and felt dirty on his bare feet
as he waited for Gomez to move away. With wide excited
eyes, Gomez stood up and put his arms around the young
officer. Don wondered if the young Hispanic was high
on something other than cock? With one hand behind
Don's head, Gomez mashed his soft red lips against the
white mouth, forcing first his tongue inside and then
some of the cum still left in his mouth. "Hola,
Donna."
Tully passed Gomez a beer and two black men laughed at
the shocked look on Don's face. He smiled wanly and
went to his knees and put his finger through the hole
as he had been told. It didn't take long. The first
cock through the glory hole was black and circumcised.
He paused and looked at it for a moment before he took
it in hand and began to stroke it harder. His mouth
closed over the cock head and he began to lick and
suck. He ignored the flash of the camera as Darnell
took more pictures of his willingness to be a pussy
boy.
The second cock was black and uncut. The foreskin
covered the entire head. His jaws were already sore
from the first effort, but he did his best. The young
black man on the other side of the wall kept up his
trash talk, heaping abuse on the faceless mouth and
hand that was bringing him closer to cumming. The
verbal humiliation had a strange effect on the young
officer as he knelt there wearing panties. "Come on
you cock slut, faster and lick the head more," said a
disembodied voice on the other side of the wall.
He tried to give the young solder what he wanted and
followed the commands given. Suddenly the large black
cock pulled out his mouth and disappeared behind the
wall and in a more conciliatory tone, a disembodied
voice said, "Hey, baby. You've got a nice mouth. How
about a crack at your hole? Just put your pussy up
here against the wall and I'll take you to glory. What
do you say? Oh, come on bitch, send me off right."
There was something exciting about the whole
proposition. It would be easy, faceless and reasonably
quick. Of the three men with him in the room, only
Gomez had never seen him fucked before. The black cock
was smaller than both Tully and Armstrong. The
soldiers had probably been screened medically for STD
and AIDS before their deployment, but even so it just
was not worth the risk.
His hand dropped to the front of his panties and he
rubbed his cock getting excited just visualizing it.
Moaning, he could see it, but he didn't do it. The
Master Sergeant hadn't said anything and Don didn't
want to ask for permission. Finally the soldier gave
up and put his cock back through the hole and
restarted the verbal abuse of "you fucking cunt; you
useless whore, suck my fucking black cock." Don took
it back into his mouth and soon was swallowing a
fountain of cum.
The third and last soldier had an uncut white cock. It
was the first white cock he had ever handled other
than his own. As he was nearing completion, Tully
stepped up behind him and pressed down on the collar
bone pressure point. "When this white shithead cums, I
don't want you to swallow. Just hold his cream in your
mouth. Understand," he said pressing on the pressure
point again and making Don wince.
Don nodded his acquiescence. Moments later the white
cock was spurting in his mouth and he was trying to
contain the sperm. But with the cock still moving in
and out, the cum began to slide out around the edges
and drip from the corners of his mouth.
"Look at us, bitch. Show us what you've got," ordered
Tully.
Don opened his mouth so they could see the cum sitting
there. The camera flashed. On the other side of the
wall, the soldier was complaining that he needed his
cock licked clean. The young officer swallowed his
mouth of cum and immediately went to work licking the
slimy cock clean. By the time Don was finished he had
new respect for Gomez's staying power. His mouth and
knees were both sore as he staggered to his feet.
Darnell ruffled his hair and passed him a can of beer
calling it "a cum chaser."
After Don had dressed and they were leaving the room,
the Master Sergeant told Gomez, "When you've finished
having fun tonight, be ready with the car for 0900
kick off from the hotel. Time to go home."
As they exited the door beside the washroom, several
soldiers looked at them. Don swore they knew it had
been him sucking their cocks and he couldn't help but
turn red in the face as they walked past. Or maybe
they were just waiting for a turn at the glory hole.
It looked like Gomez would be busy tonight.
Back in the hotel room it didn't take the Master
Sergeant long to get ready. He had been nursing a hard
on all night watching his young officer perform. "Now
Donna, drop your panties and lube your pussy. You're
about to get fucked by my big, black snake." He smiled
as he watched Don drop his panties in a pool around
his ankles and remove the black butt plug. He squeezed
the K-Y onto his hand and pushed the jelly into his
already open white ass.
"Do you like your new tattoo, Donna."
"Yes, Master. I was surprised, but I do like it. Could
cause a bit of embarrassment on my next medical,
though... I guess I could cover it up."
"No, you won't, sir. You're a bottom and you shouldn't
feel any shame in taking your natural place under a
black man. Besides, on Base you'll ask to see Dr
Yarrow in future. He understands young white pussy
boys like you and looks after them properly. Now lie
back on the bed with your feet on the floor."
With the smooth shaven white legs hanging off the side
of the bed, Darnell told him to spread and lift his
legs. Darnell took one of the pillows and slid it
under the white bottom, raising it up for better
access. "I want you to open your legs and pull them
back to your tits. That's it, Donna. Show me your bald
pussy. Keep them like that and play with your little
wienie and boy titties."
Darnell took some more pictures as the young officer
lay fully exposed on the bed with his eyes half closed
and open asshole fully exposed, greased and ready.
"Look at the camera, Donna. Lick your lips for me,
baby." Putting down the camera, Darnell grabbed the
white legs and raised them to his shoulders, rubbing
his black cock along the crack of white ass.
Darnell's long hard black uncircumcised cock popped up
from the crack and lay next to Don's smaller white
one. The Master Sergeant stroked Don's penis. "Get
ready to be fucked by a real man, Donna. I can tell
you really love being a pussy for a black cock."
Darnell placed the head of his thick cock at the
opening of Don's ass and slowly pushed in. Steadily
the black cock went forward meeting little resistance,
always moving deeper and deeper as the white ass tried
to adjust to the invading thickness. "That's it, Donna
- let me make your pussy wide. You're feeling mighty
fine."
Finally, Darnell's coarse pubic hair brushed Don's ass
cheeks. Then he slowly withdrew, before gently sliding
in again. He repeated the action slowly several times,
stopping each time with all but the black
uncircumcised cock head removed... before sliding
smoothly and gently back between the white ass cheeks.
This time when Darnell slid in, Don arched his hips
and began to hump upwards, his eyes wide open looking
up at the black man above him.
The Master Sergeant had been supporting his body
weight with both his arms. Now he lowered his large
black chest onto the young man. He thrust his cock in
deeply as he said, "You're a sweet fuck, Donna. I'm
going to fuck you whenever and wherever I want, aren't
I, sir"
"Ah yes, Master," moaned the young officer, looking up
into the dominant and demanding eyes above him,
feeling the black cock moving deep within him. He
opened his lips willingly as the black tongue entered
his mouth. His arms held onto the broad black
shoulders. He did whatever the Master Sergeant asked
of him.
"That's it, baby, move those hips, Donna." Don's hips
undulated as he met the thrusting black cock in his
ass "That's it, Donna. Come on, sweetheart, be a good
pussy boy for me." encouraged Darnell in his ear. "I
want you to come for me, Donna. I want you to cum
while I'm fucking your pussy. Let it happen"
Something was happening alright. His cock began to
swell trapped between the two bodies. His hips were
rising to meet every thrust from the Master Sergeant.
Don just closed his eyes and let the black man fuck
him, moving with him and moaning with submission and
enjoying the sensations. Not even thinking about it,
he slowly wrapped his legs around the black waist and
began to push and pull with the motion that Darnell
dictated. And he began to squeeze his ass muscles,
stroking the black cock's full length, squeezing it,
and to make it pump it's hot load of cum into his
white body.
Don's own penis, trapped between their bodies, began
to spasm and jerk its' load of semen across their
bellies as he came harder than he had ever done in his
life. "Oooh... oooh... yes... yes... I'm coming!" he
cried out as his white body clutched the Master
Sergeant's muscular black frame tightly. A wave of
total and sensuous submission washed through his mind
and body. They both lay there quietly for a moment
before Darnell kissed Don on the lips and thrust his
tongue deep into his mouth. Don closed his eyes,
groaning slightly before he hesitantly returned the
kiss.
Darnell began moving his cock in and out again,
picking up speed. "Oh! You sweet, tight, little boy
cunt, sir." Don felt him jerk, and start to cum hot
and deep inside. And he shook as the hot cum filled
him, bubbling out around the large black cock as the
Master Sergeant continued to pump, making even louder
and wetter squelching sounds with each thrust.
Darnell reached between their bodies and found a pool
of Don's semen in the white belly button. He took a
string of it on his fingers and held it in front of
Don's face. With the unspoken command, the young man's
tongue slowly reached out and cleaned the black
fingers of his own seed. Three more times the Master
Sergeant fed Don his own semen. And each time he
willingly sucked the finger into his ovaled mouth and
cleaned it with his tongue. "That's a good white pussy
boy."
The Master Sergeant kissed him again full on the lips,
and Don opened his mouth submissively for the probing
thick tongue, this time acknowledging with wide open
eyes the black man who had just made him cum by
fucking his ass. Darnell raised himself up on his arms
and looked down into Don's eyes. His broad chest was
glistening with sweat. "You don't have a girlfriend at
the moment - keep it like that. I'm tired of chasing
fresh tail and getting wary of older ones. You're
going to be my full time bitch, sir, my personal white
pussy boy. Now I won't hurt you, or share you, unless
you want me to. I'm running out of time before I
retire. This is what's going to happen.
I retire in less than three years. In four months
you're being posted from the Headquarters across the
base to the supply unit and you'll have at least two
years there. When we get back to base I want you to
move out of Bachelor Officer Quarters and move in with
me. I've got a nice big place with few neighbors. When
I retire to Georgia you can go your own way if you
want and the pictures will disappear with me.
Don lay there with the black cock deep inside him,
listening to Darnell's words. He felt the glow of
submission. Darnell's full time bitch; his own cock
began to engorge again at the thought. Don waited, his
legs still wrapped around the Master Sergeant's broad
back. He was content to lay under him, full of his
cock and cum until Darnell decided he wanted to move.
For the first time in days he could see the future.
The strong sexual excitement and embarrassment of the
past two days eased to sudden certainty. He was a gay
if not bisexual submissive. He wanted to be fucked by
a real man like Master Sergeant Darnell Armstrong. He
was going to be a kept like a white pussy wearing
panties.
"You like being a black man's pussy boy for an old
stud like me, don't you, sir?"
"Yes, Master Sergeant," Don replied.
"You mean yes, Master. You like what, Donna?" the
Master Sergeant demanded.
"Yes, Master, I like being a black man's pussy boy...
for you." He reached up with a shy smile that made him
look even younger and for the first time Don made the
move to kiss a man - his Master.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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