*This is part two of the* ***New Army Boi*** *series, Part 1 can be found* [*here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/lwlv0l/new_army_boi_part1/) *, Part 2* [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/lx1v3h/new_army_boi_part2/)*. This entry features some more kinks, in order they are:* >!Chastity !<, >!Piss drinking/play!< , >!Gay-pegging!< *And some* >!rimming!< , *not really a warn-able kink but heyo thought I’d mention it ;)*
*If you have any kinks or ideas you’d like seeing put to word, just shoot me a message with details! I’m very open to requests and would love to help bring your fantasies to life on the page.*
*All characters are consenting, over the age of 18, and purely fictional.*
*Enjoy :)*
You wake up with the other recruits, most of them with tents pointing straight from their crotches, but none of you have time to deal with them. You turn onto your side, looking at your clothes. You rub the sleep from your eyes and as your vision focuses your stomach drops through you. On top of the pile is your key, snapped in half. Shit, you think. Taking a deep breath, you glanced around and surely enough every other recruit still had a copy around their necks, dangling, taunting you. You dress yourself quickly, being barked at by multiple officers at either ends of the room. You have no time to revel in the power, righteousness, and pure sense of being that comes from your uniform before you rush out with the rest of the recruits.
The rest of your day goes by as the first one did, being shouted at, being pushed hard, being trained to be the best fucking soldier you can be.
Once it was all done you find yourselves yet again covered in dirt and needing to wash. You all pack into the showers and begin undressing. Looking around you pause, remembering suddenly the heavy metal hanging off your crotch. Before any worry can set in Jackson steps straight up to you and kisses you, his breath is hot, he’s taller than you and his saliva runs into your mouth and down your tongue, making you swoon gently as you take him into you. His hand runs down your body and grabs your crotch, feeling you up, feeling your heavy balls, feeling your cage. He pulls off your mouth and you gasp for air, his hands pulling your cage out over your waistband.
He chuckles slightly, pulling his own hard cock out and pushing it against your cage. You feel the heat from his dick on your own. Your cock is bulging between the bars, straining to get hard.
“Aww.” he whispers to you, tapping your cage with his cock, “is it trying to get hard?”
You nod.
“Good thing it’s locked up, all safe and sound. Don’t want any distractions from your real assets.” With that he reaches around and cups your ass cheek, pulling your hips against his own, his cock rubbing against your stomach, spreading his pre on both of you. He takes your hand and walks the two of you over to a toilet stall, a finger on his lips.
“Sit down, it’s so much comfier trust me” he says with a wink and you sit on the toilet seat, ass protected by the thin fabric of your underwear. He bends down gently and pulls your waistband back over your cage, “No need to have that out, is there?”. You shake your head in agreement.
He points the tip of his cock at your lips and you hungrily suck it down, nearly four inches are in before the tip bumps your throat. Without hesitating you continue down, his large head coating the back of your tongue with salty precum, filling your throat, you feel it stretching you slightly as the top few inches squeeze down inside of you. Quickly your face is buried in his pubes and he lets out a sigh, “Been waiting for this all day” he breathily moans, placing a hand on the back of your head.
He makes a fist and pulls back on your hair, bringing you to the tip of his dick, then fucks forward, shoving the entire length down your throat. You gag, hard. Body retching, throat muscles screaming to accommodate him, your entire crotch seems to contract and throb with pleasure, quickly coating your small bulge in precum. He pulls out and spit falls out of your mouth, down your chin, and onto your bare chest. You take a ragged breath in before he’s fucking you again, this time faster, this time you hold onto the backs of his thighs for dear life trying not to gag again. It’s easier this time, you know what to expect and manage to avoid retching. He pulls out and goes in a third time, you’re starting to notice how his dick twitches constantly, gently bouncing up and down, and how when your nose is pressed hard against his body and he’s balls deep, the base throbs hard and his head flares in your gullet.
He picks up the pace, drool cascading from your mouth, your head going dizzy from lack of air, his cock throbbing harder and harder, he’s letting out small moans, your eyes are watering, he’s gripping your head harder and thrusting faster and faster, he begins moaning loudly, his torso crunches forward and his hips start bucking, you can’t see from the tears, your throat is almost numb, your tongue is overwhelmed with musk, he thrusts even faster, shouting with ecstasy, and then ploughs hard into you, knocking you back, his cock throbbing into your throat, his hands pulling your hair in his fists.
He pulls out, satisfied. You’re a wreck, your chest and stomach covered in drool and precum, tears streaming down your face from your reddened eyes, underwear messy from your own precum and drool from your stomach, your mouth hanging open, limp, tongue drooling too. You slump back against the toilet, legs spread, exhausted. He wipes your spit off his dick and flicks it at you, before winking and leaving the stall. Within seconds another dude walks in.
You can’t quite make him out through the tears but don’t have the energy to wipe your eyes. He’s tall, and wide. Dark complexion, black hair. He grabs your chin, rough hands, and puts his thumb in your mouth. He’s sweaty.
He grunts and unzips, getting his cock out. In your haze you open your mouth and let him shove it in, tasting his musk and sweat mingling on his cock head, he’s cut. He doesn’t stick his dick more than an inch in before letting out a sigh of relief. A second later you taste something salty, warm on your tongue. A lot of it.
No idea what to do you start swallowing, again and again. Over and over. Several gulps over almost a minute. All the whilst you taste the salty, almost acidic taste bathing your tongue and throat. It’s almost pleasant, feeling it fill your stomach and throat. Once he’s done, he pulls back, his dick making a small popping noise as your lips leave it. He tussles your hair and leaves, door slamming shut behind him.
You go to sit up, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes you only end up rubbing more drool into them. Wincing you try and grab some tissue to wipe them. As you fumble around the door opens again and another man grabs your head. This man, a complete blur, pushes your head into his naked, sweaty crotch. You inhale his musk, brain flooding with endorphins, smelling how strong and masculine he is, nose and mouth grinding against his huge balls. You try to suck on them, unable to see properly, and he grabs them, shoving them into your mouth. You can barely fit your mouth around them. They’re glorious. You slip off accidentally and feel his hand, it feels familiar. Leather.
You get back to his balls, feeling his dick occasionally bump against your face as you lick them, suck them, worship them. They’re the only thing in your world right now. As you do you feel him run a gloved hand through your hair and feel his dick resting on your face more now. He lets out a sigh, seemingly to let you know you’re doing a good job. Moments later you feel something warm against your face, it smells acidic and tastes just like before. It’s raining down you, rolling off your chin and down your body, soaking into your underwear, drenching your caged cock, you try to lap it off his balls. The mix of piss, sweat, and musk has you dizzy enough to fall off your seat.
After a few seconds it stops and he taps his cock against your cheek, getting the last few drops out, before turning and leaving you there. Your eyes sting now, the piss isn’t helping them, and you stand up shakily, making your way out of the stall and into the showers. You quickly wash your eyes under them, not sure if any piss actually got in them, but you need to be careful so you wash them thoroughly under the water, throwing off your underwear in the process and washing them too.
You spot Smith in the corner of your eye and smile over at him, he nods back, spending a long time pretending to wash his dick. You casually walk over to him, putting your hand forward and replacing his, wrapped around his fat cock.
“Need a little help?” you smile. He laughs, dryly.
“I’ve gotta be honest dude, this shit’s so difficult,” He places a hand on his hip, “Everyone’s so into fucking and I mean, I’m not against that. The biggest joy in my life is breeding a dude’s tight pussy but fuck man,” he lets out a sigh, his cock somehow growing thicker in your hand, “I’ve gotta be honest if one more dude turns me down for eating their ass I’m gonna fucking lose it”. He’s almost red, clearly frustrated and his eyes almost look hurt.
You give him a kind look and tell him to towel off and join you on your bunk, he eagerly agrees, face lighting up like a kid on Christmas. Before you can even finish showering he’s dry and pulling you out, he towels you down roughly and quickly, picks you up by the waist and effortlessly lifts you, carrying you to the bunk as you shriek with laughter. After all but running with you to your bed he puts you down, jumps onto his back on your bunk, and pulls you on top of him.
“Fuck du-” is all you can get out before he has you kneeling on your pillow, ass pulled back over his face, tongue already an inch inside of you. You let out a loud moan and flop forwards, resting on your hands for support. He doesn’t have this and grabs your torso, pulling you back upright, back onto his eager, strong, skilled tongue. You feel his stubbly chin rubbing and tickling the skin between your cheeks and let off a moan, his arms wrapping around the backs of your thighs and holding you in place. Grabbing the top bunk for support you feel his tongue invade you, probing deep inside, its muscles holding your hole open, sliding in and out, making you wet. His mouth begins opening and closing as he kisses your hole, tongue fucking it, making out with it as your cock leaks and your mouth opens slightly, almost drooling down your chin. He gropes you harder and sticks his tongue in deeper, it’s so big inside of you, and so fucking talented. Your legs shake, he finds every tiny pleasure centre and rubs his tongue down it, moaning up into your ass cheeks. His large nose pushes against your taint, slightly stimulating your prostate. Your mind is racing, the thoughts beaten out by pleasure, you grip his hair and rock your hips, riding his face. This only encourages him more, his tongue fights and wins for dominance in your ass, making you into putty, your whole body melting inside from every lick, every hard grope, every kiss.
In your blissed-out state you didn’t realise anyone else even fucking existed until you feel warm arms wrapped around you. You turn your head to see Taylor straddling Smith, knees on either side of him, legs spread wide into splits. Smith tongues you deep and you lose it again, head lolling forwards, giving Taylor a shot at kissing the back of your neck and you shiver all over. You feel something else probing your ass. You slowly dismount from Smith’s face, seeing it now bright red, the biggest smile, eyes half closed, and back into Taylor, his cockhead pushing against your hole. His head slips in, both his cock and your hole lubed up thanks to Smith, and effortlessly pushes his whole dick inside of you. It’s not very thick, possibly even thinner than your own, but it’s long. It’s not even halfway in before you feel the head dragging over the prostate, bumping into it, a drop of precum falling from your cock and being licked up by an eager Smith. He begins kissing your cock and balls, small butterfly kisses overwhelming your touch-starved crotch. Taylor keeps sinking in, getting as deep as Smith, then Jackson, then deeper than you thought there even was inside of you. He stops, less than an inch between the two of you, the pressure in your ass immense. You’re sweating.
He pulls out halfway before pushing in again, your knees go weak and you lower onto smith’s chest, giving him enough leverage to drag his tongue over your balls, then take them into his mouth and roll them around. You see stars. He thrusts out, then in again, you lean back against him and feel that he’s breathing heavy against your back. He places one hand on either side of your hips and holds you still, face buried in your neck, and begins gently rocking his hips against yours. Feeling the rhythmic pulsing, pressure, pleasure inside of you has your cock and mouth drooling. He picks up the pace, his body still just missing yours, you try and push back but he’s in control, holding you still, driving you crazy. He fucks faster and faster, slightly deeper each time, you feel so much pressure when he’s balls deep, pushing up against something inside of you, bumping into it almost. That’s nothing compared to your hole, beginning to gape from the thrusting, he’s watching as your hole loosens completely around it.
“I’m close” he desperately whines, before with one strong thrust slams into you. You scream out loudly, his head rams into something inside of you, pushing hard, stretching something before suddenly your body gives way. His head pushes past your second ring and your legs convulse, pain and pleasure wracking your lower body. He pulls you back, rocking his hips into Smith’s crotch and legs, you still held against him. He shudders, going limp on you. Still rock hard. “Fuck,” he moans, his hard head still deeper inside of you than you could comprehend and pulls back. There’s some resistance from your body, but he manages it. Sliding his rock-hard dick all the way out, then wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You can feel it wet and rigid against your back, contrasting his satisfied panting on your neck.
“Sorry, Smith”, he’s still out of breath, it’s cute, “Haven’t done that in a long while.”
“It’s okay, friend. Almost ingenious if you ask me.” Smith’s deep voice reverbs through your legs from his chest as he talks.
Taylor and you get off smith and you notice cum all over his abs, matting into his thick body hair. You turn around, almost confused and are taken aback. Taylor’s wearing a strap on. An extremely big, bright pink, dildo. Comical, rainbow striped balls at the base. The head has “FAG TOY” written in thick, black letters, pointing towards to whoever’s being fucked. He bends slightly and pulls out a curved, small, black device from his ass. A prostate massager, with a small protrusion out front to rub his taint. He sighs again, a gleeful expression on his face.
“You’re not the only locked dude around here, ya know.” He gets his cage out over the front of his small black underwear. Now you realise why he was never hard as Jackson and Smith fucked you yesterday, “Husband back home has had me locked for nearly two years. Started a few weeks after we met. He holds the key whilst I’m here,” he winks, “He’s sentimental like that.”
Smith gives a wry laugh to himself, trying fruitlessly to get the cum from his abs. Taylor walks over, bends down and starts sucking it out of his stomach hair hungrily. After a few seconds they both get up, Taylor walking on fucking air back to his bunk, and Smith grabs you, kissing you deeply.
“Fucking angel,” he says, “you and your ass are my fucking angels.”
He taps the side of your face hard, twice, before making his way to his own bunk, hard cock pointing straight up, small smile still on his lips.
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