From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Barracks (M+, gay, anal, oral, spank)
Date: 10 Mar 1996 20:45:44 GMT

			     The Barracks

	The three guys chained their bikes to a tree... the rest of
the way was on foot. That's what the note said. They moved through
chest high weeds,and tried to follow an overgrown trail... the note
had said it was the only way they'd find the place.

	And all three wanted to find it. It was the only way they
could join the upperclassman group that they had envied ever since
starting college... it was the cadet corps... and all three wanted to
wear the uniforms, and march like the others they had seen.

	The weeds scraped their bare legs and chests... the hot air
and the long hike made them sweat... but the note said it was the only
way, they'd be accepted... and they wanted that badly.

	The sun began to sink, as they hiked further and further into
the brush away from the road... and finally, they saw the old rundown
military barracks they sought.

	The sky was starting to get dark when they approached. One,
Syd, had to piss, and stopped. He pulled out his long cock and let the
urine escape. His buddies Tony, and Sam watched. They had seen Syd's
long cock before... and all three had played with each others cocks...
ever since puberty got them interested in jerking off, hard cocks, and
firm buns. They were fuck buddies... not queer... or so they believed
then.

	The barracks was dark... the guys checked the number outside
again. "B44," just like the note said. They had expressed a desire to
enter the corps through the normal channels... and had an officers
review. They were told that they would be notified about the final
requirements, and soon all three had similar notes taped to their
lockers.

	Chilled air began to make the boys shake, and Tony put on his
tee shirt. Syd reminded him the note said they had to be shirtless,
but Tony just muttered.

	They entered the barracks... there wasn't anyone around on the
first floor, so they went upstairs. There, they saw several dark
shapes standing around. The windows were covered.

	Sam said something about reporting, and soon hands were on
them. Blindfolds were tied on them and someone grabbed Tony's illegal
tee shirt and ripped it off.

	The three were put into position... and stood there waiting
for sometime... there was some sounds and they heard someone's voice
saying much what Sam had said... a shuffle of feet... and the three
guessed more initiates were being brought in.

	Soon... they were told to take off the blindfolds... bright
lights were pointed at them, and prohibiting the boys to see who stood
in front of them. Tony noted that they were standing in a long line of
other guys... some of whom he recognized.

	A voice told them to take off their shorts, shoes and socks.
They all did so. A few were told to take off their underwear or
jockstraps and were lectured on not obeying their orders. The note had
instructed the initiates to wear only shorts... nothing underneath.

	Sam was one of the guys who wore underwear... and soon he
regretted it.

	"We are the Officer Corps," the unseen voice said. "All who
have been disobedient so far need to be punished... and nobody will
start tonight, until they are".

	The guys were made to get in a pushup position and stay there
while one by one, the disobedient boys were moved beyond the bright
lights and smacked with a paddle. It seemed to take forever... and
whenever one of the initiates dropped on the floor, he prolonged the
situation by having to wait his turn to get paddled as well.

	Soon there was quiet... and the trembling arms of the
initiates threatened to give way. The initiates had to promise to obey
their officers, and do anything they were told.

	Finally an officer yelled "attention," and all the naked plebs
struggled to their feet. Because they didn't do it quick enough, the
entire group had to repeat their actions until they could do it
satisfactory.

	Tony, Sam, and Syd felt each others bare arms as they were
standing close. Their cocks seemed to move as each recalled the sex
they had shared... and an officer soon noticed this reaction.

	It was Tony who first had to kneel and let each of the other
initiates put their cocks into his mouth... his own cock got harder.

	Sam too soon had to do the same... and Syd shortly thereafter.
The other initiates did the same... till all had tasted each others
meat.

	Syd's long cock got some special attention, the officers tying
it and yanking the string till Syd begged them to stop.

	An officer stopped Syd from saying anything by gagging him
with his own cock... and Syd was told to make him cum... and then they
would untie his tortured penis. Syd sucked for all he was worth and
soon felt the warm spurts of cum shooting into his throat.

	His cock was sore... as he stood at attention.

	Tony's bubble butt was next and soon he had to sit on every
hard cock in the room... as each initiate was told to lie on the
floor. Tony had felt his buddies' cocks up his butt before... but
this was torturous since he could only feel them enter and then had to
get up before he could enjoy the ride. There were long cocks, shorts
ones, fat ones, and pencil thin ones. He of course recognized Syd's
long cock and squeezed it real hard with his asshole just to say hi to
his buddy.

	Sam spent a lot of time sucking cocks. He liked doing it to
Syd and Tony, and now to the entire barracks full of initiates and
officers alike. Cum filled his gut that night.

	Finally each initiate was taken by an officer... and the three
buddies were separated as they followed their pledge masters into the
dark. Tony was taken to a room in the back, Syd was led downstairs to
the pile of mattresses, and Sam stumbled into the night air and soon
found himself on his hands an knees in the grass... his ass getting
plowed and his mouth full of officer cock.

	The whole group was tired, naked, and standing in a row...
their wrists were tied together, and their ankles as well. The line of
naked boys, were spanked, tits pulled, balls tied to weights, and
cocks yanked.

	It was almost sunlight when they began to see each others
faces, and they blushed with embarrassment... yet they all had been
through the night doing the same things. Their tormentors could be
recognized as well, and soon they were untied and in groups of two or
more just fucking and sucking for fun.

	The three buddies stumbled to their bikes... the morning air
chilling them, and their sore butts making their hike more difficult.
They were in, and real members of the corps.

	And soon their first weekend bivouac was to happen. In a real
barracks... And they would relive their initiation night again and
again.