Sarge Dominates the Corpsman to Submission

Wilcox was a good marine corpsman, no doubt about it. He was tops in everything during the first tough weeks of boot camp, and now that our training was almost over, he still was number one. He came into the Corps with a damn fine body. Firm, muscular arms and legs, a broad chest and meaty shoulders, a tough gut and a good round ass. Blond, blue-eyed Wilcox was a stud, the kind of guy you see on the recruiting posters. More than one horn recruit had eyed his long, thick shaft and heavy balls as we stripped down to shower in the barracks. He had a light cover of blond chest hair that went down his front, down the firm ripples of his gut, covering his crotch and balls.

A few of us guys had gotten it on during boot. First, it was just jack-off sessions in the showers at night. Five or six guys standing under the water, working their tools, pretending not to be too interested in each other. Gradually we got into playing with each other's cocks, bringing each other off and spraying our cum on the shower wall.

And then a couple of guys started sucking each other, right there in front of us all. It was a new experience for me, and I took awhile getting into it. First off, it seemed weird, putting another guy's meat in my mouth. But I learned to like it, especially the taste of some corpsman's hot cum as it slid down my throat. I started looking forward to sucking-off my buddies and having one of them go down on my own hard cock.

Wilcox never took part in the sucking, as much as I wanted to take his cock in my mouth. Trouble was that Wilcox was the meanest bastard in the barracks. His ego was bigger than the nine inches of meat swinging between his legs, and he had a temper to match. At least seven guys had fought him since training began, and he beat the shit out of each one. It was like he was trying to prove something to everybody, like he had to let us know he could kick our asses if he wanted to. He didn't have a buddy in the whole barracks. Even though I wanted the taste of his man-juice and sweat, I avoided him like the rest of the guys.

But Bartlett couldn't avoid him. Bartlett was the drill instructor. He was tall, lean and solid, as much of a stud as Wilcox. His broad chest and shoulders tapered to a firm waist, thick veins covered his arms and hands. Except for his armpits and crotch, his body was almost hairless. He worked out nights in the barracks , wearing a jockstrap under his sweaty shorts.

From my bunk, I'd watch him work with the weights, imagining what it'd be like to suck his tool. A couple of times I almost asked to wrestle him on the barracks mat, but each time I backed off, satisfied with a hand-job in my bunk once the lights were out.

Bartlett had taken Wilcox aside a few times to try to straighten him out. He put Wilcox through physical torture, running him to the point of exhaustion. But it didn't change him. If anything, Wilcox seemed meaner. Sweaty, dog- tired and gasping for air, Wilcox would smile and ask, "Anything else, Drill Sergeant?"

It was like a challenge but the DI wouldn't go for it. Instead, he'd say, "Wilcox, you got a lot to learn about being a marine corpsman, and I guess you're going to have to learn the hard way."

One afternoon we all hit the barracks showers at the same time, coming in from a long day on the obstacle course. Twenty or so lean recruits crowded into the head, bare-assed, filthy and tired. The smell of man-sweat and soap filled the shower room as we lathered up. It was the best part of the day, one of the things that had drawn a lot of us to the Corps in the first place .

The shower area was small, and cocks and asses couldn't help but touch as we tried to wash. I hoped a soapy recruit would goose somebody up the ass, signalling the start of some horseplay that might turn into a circle-jerk or, better still, a suck-off session. As tired as I was, I wanted the taste of marine cum on my tongue.

Wilcox crowded in with the rest of us, his heavy balls bouncing against his legs. A guy accidentally brushed against Wilcox's ass. Hot and sweaty from one of Bartlett's extra assignments, Wilcox turned on the guy, punched his shoulder and pushed him hard against the shower wall.

"Get your fuckin' cock off my ass, you goddamn queer!" Wilcox shouted. We all got quiet, waiting for Wilcox to explode. The guy looked frightened.

"What the fuck are you doin?" he said, "I didn't mean to bump you, man."

Wilcox pushed him again, daring him to make a move. "You wanna bump into me, wise ass," he said, "I'll let you bump into me. I'll let you bump your fuckin' faggot head on my fist. How 'bout it?"

Bartlett, stripped-down and ready to shower, walked into the area.

"What's going on here?" he asked. "You up to some more shit, Wilcox?"

"This guy tried to feel up my goddamned ass," Wilcox said, "I want a fight with him. I want to settle it with a fight."

Bartlett sized up the situation, running his hand through the hair in his crotch. "You always want a fight with somebody, Wilcox. Wash up," Bartlett said, motioning to the frightened recruit.

Wilcox decided to keep talking. "Well, if not him, how 'bout you, Sergeant?"

Wilcox grinned, looked Bartlett in the eye, and said, "You been ridin' my ass in front of these guys long enough. I want a shot at you. I want a fair fight in the gym. Gloves and a goddamned referee. How 'bout it?"

Bartlett's face was expressionless, and he continued to pull at his crotch hair and the head of his uncut cock. "I've been waiting for this, Wilcox," he said, "but it's not going to be in the gym. . It's going to be right here in the barracks where these guys can see you get beat. You know how to wrestle?"

Wilcox nodded. "Then get your bare ass onto the mat, 'cause I'm going to pin you."

"I need a jockstrap," Wilcox said.

"No, you don't, "Bartlett said, grinning. "What's the matter? You afraid to wrestle bare assed? Afraid you'll get a hard-on?"

Without warning, Wilcox lunged at Bartlett's legs and dropped him to the mat in a hold. Soon Bartlett was free and working his strong arms and legs around Wilcox's shoulders and crotch. The two men struggled hard, their muscles tense and straining, each seeking a chance to pin the other. Bartlett's shoulder pressed into Wilcox's belly and crotch, rubbing against his shaft.

"Kick his ass," a guy called out to Bartlett. "Pin his fuckin' ass, Sergeant!"

Bartlett caught Wilcox in a strong hold and had the recruit's shoulders turning, their cocks rubbing against each other, their sweat glistening and filling the area with a strong, musky odor. I could see they were both getting hard.

Pushing slowly with his powerful legs, Bartlett had Wilcox's shoulders moving to the mat. The blond recruit struggled, straining against the DI's muscular body, but Bartlett made one last push and pinned Wilcox to the sweaty mat, laying on top of him spread eagle, their cocks and balls pressed together. A few guys cheered.

"You two grab his shoulders," Bartlett ordered a couple of recruits, "I'm going to give you a lesson, Wilcox, a man-sized lesson," he said, sweat dripping off his face onto Wilcox's heaving chest. "Somebody get me some dick grease. Hurry up. Get me something to loosen this recruit's tight asshole."

As two guys held Wilcox down, Bartlett got on his knees between the pinned marine's legs. Bartlett's cock was hard and wet, a good eight inches and real meat. A thick vein went down the shaft, like the veins in his arms. I dropped my towel and started rubbing my balls, aching for a taste of cum.

Bartlett took some spit in his hand and stroked Wilcox's tool. "Like that, buddy? I'm going to give you something you've wanted for a long time. You think you can take a good ass-fucking?"

Wilcox was dazed. He said nothing as the DI rubbed their hard cocks together. Naked recruits pushed closer around the mat, playing with their cocks. "Fuck his ass," somebody said, "Yeah, fuck his cherry asshole, Sarge."

Bartlett was handed a jar of lube. He spread some on his stiff cock.

He took some on his fingers and said, "You been asking for it, buddy. Here it comes."

He pushed one finger up the pinned marine's asshole. Wilcox struggled in pain and arched his back, but the two guys holding his shoulders kept him on the mat.

"Lift his legs in the air," Bartlett ordered. "Put his legs over my shoulders and hold them there."

The DI continued fingering Wilcox's asshole, and once the silent recruit's legs were in position, Bartlett said, "It'll hurt at first, but you'll like it after awhile. Take it like a man, like a stud marine."

Bartlett slowly slipped his meaty tool into Wilcox's virgin ass, gently pushing the thick shaft about halfway to its hairy base. Wilcox moaned and tightened his muscles. "Don't fight it, buddy," Bartlett said, "Let it happen. You want it bad, so let me fuck your pretty-boy asshole. I'm gonna have your cherry, Wilcox. I'm gonna pop it in front of your buddies here."

Wilcox loosened up a bit, meeting Bartlett's strokes. "Somebody work this recruit's cock," Bartlett ordered. I got on my knees and started pumping Wilcox's shaft, my hand coated with lube. My own cock was stiff now, like the other guys surrounding the mat. We handed the lube around, each guy pounding his own cock, a couple of recruits stretched out on the barracks floor, sucking each other, and all of us watching the DI hump Wilcox's lubricated ass.

"Good. Keep pumping him," Bartlett said, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, Wilcox, and I want to see a good load shoot out of that marine cock of yours." He pushed his cock in up to the base and started humping harder, slapping Wilcox's beefy thighs.

Soon Wilcox picked up the rhythm of Bartlett's thrusts. "Fuck it," he mumbled. "Fuck my asshole, Sergeant. I want it."

"Say it louder," Bartlett ordered, "Say it so your buddies can hear you."

"Fuck me, Sergeant! Fuck my asshole! I want your come up my ass! I want to feel it in my guts!"

Two guys stood over Wilcox's head, pumping their cocks and pulling on each other's balls. They leaned back, moaning and shooting their cum into Wilcox's face.

"Lick it, buddy," Bartlett said. "Let me see you lick that fuck-juice off your face. Do it!"

Wilcox tasted the white drops collected around his mouth, and a few other guys stood over him, pounding themselves. Soon Wilcox was covered with marine cum, guys shooting on his face and belly, as Bartlett's thrusts quickened and Wilcox's back arched to take the drive. With one hand tight on Wilcox's tool, I pumped myself harder. I grabbed Wilcox's hand and held it on my balls.

He squeezed my sac, pulling it at the base, and then ran his fingers through my crotch hair. I felt a wave of cum quiver through my guts, and I sent a long arc of the stuff shooting across Wilcox's belly and chest, just as another recruit shot his load. I mixed my cum with the other guy's, working it into the matted blond hair on Wilcox's sweaty front.

"Squeeze his tits," Bartlett commanded, and I reached for one, holding it tightly between my fingers, keeping up with the pace on his cock. Bartlett's ass tightened up, his fists clenched Wilcox's legs.

"Here it comes, buddy," he said. "Take my fucking load!"

"Give it to me," Wilcox said, "I want it all!"

I pumped Wilcox harder and faster, and his belly tensed. Bartlett gave a deep moan and a quick final thrust. "Take it buddy," he said. "Take my cum."

And he shot his stuff deep into the recruit's ass, Wilcox arching his back to meet the DI's final move.

"I'm coming!" Wilcox shouted. "Pound it, man. Pound it hard."

I gripped his tool and dug my fingers into his crotch. Wilcox moaned and shot a steady stream of cum. I kept pumping and leaned down to taste his juice. I put my mouth on his wet dickhead and sucked hard, jacking him off with my fist. Another shot poured into my mouth. It was sweet and salty, and I swallowed it as I licked his shaft and belly.

Bartlett slipped out his limp tool, leaving a stream of cum slowly oozing from Wilcox's asshole. His body glistened with sweat as he lowered Wilcox's legs. I tongued the fucked marine's asshole, tasting Bartlett's jism, smelling the sharp odor of Wilcox's crotch. A couple of guys finally brought themselves off, shooting two streams of hot cum on the DI's strong back.

Bartlett stood up on the wrestling mat and pulled Wilcox up beside him. He ran his hand through Wilcox's wet chest hair and down across his belly to his cock. He squeezed a few drops of cum from Wilcox's limp dick and tasted it.

"Now the next time you're feeling mean," he said, "you just come to me or to one of your fellow corpsmen, and tell us you need a hot marine cock up your ass."

Wilcox smiled and grabbed the DI's balls, gently fondling them.

No more worry here, I thought, still tasting his cum in my mouth. We all headed back to the showers and washed up.

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written by tbeck