****** A Marine's Slave Training - Part 1: Rebellion by biker ******
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A Marine's Slave Training - Part 1: Rebellion


It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. The Sarge was going too far
again, twenty mile runs, actual physical abuse and I had figured that if I
stood up to him he might ease off a little, I mean after all that's what he
wants isn't it? Wrong. Wrong by a mile and a half. After the letting me take
the first swing it was a sucker punch to the stomach, a knee to the face and
his boot on my throat as I lay there on the floor. The whole thing took maybe
ten seconds tops, and I was a slave to his will. The other grunts in training
had thought it was a good idea when I brought it up last night; now the cowards
were all practicing looking shocked like they didn't know me. Timid sheep. This
was when I got to see first hand exactly how much control the Sarge had over
these other, so called men in my outfit. He ordered the others in my outfit to
strip me bare. He had four other members hold me down while he stepped on me
like a walkway, and got off when he reached my crotch!

Without and ceremony at all, he stepped on my balls, with his leather boots,
hard. I let out a scream of pain that rang through the barracks he ordered one
of the men to sit on my face. "If he screams again shit in the loud mouth of
his, if he tries to spit it out of keep his mouth closed punch him in the
stomach." Following orders like a mindless drone he did just that, he hunkered
down and sat with his bare sphincter open to my mouth. I don't know how to
describe what I felt then, part of me was screaming in pain and outrage, but my
penis was slowly gaining erection. So Sarge stepped on my balls again, harder
than before, and I wasn't ready. Again I screamed, but this time the ass flesh
muffled nearly all of it. The guy sitting on top of me knew that was his cue,
and one sharp glance from Sarge let him know, that this could just as easily be
him down there. So fear opened that asshole up wide, fear also shut my mouth up
tight. I might be starting to like this, but I knew I would vomit if I were
forced to take shit into my mouth. Now, looking back it seems so obvious that
was the plan all along, but at the time I was just struggling to get through
this hell. So also according to orders, he bent over and punched me in the
stomach, hard. Hard enough to knock the wind out of me, and force my mouth
open. So in came that rich bitter bar of shit. I was right though, the first
thing I did once that log found it's way inside my mouth way vomit the whole
thing, plus dinner, right back up the shit hole of the guy who fed me. He must
have really had a hard time of it, considering the size of the shit plus the
size of my dinner. Well the first thing he did was shit it back into me, while
I was puking into him. Well, the taste of stomach acid went a long way to dull
the taste of the shit. " If you know what's good for you, you'll swallow while
you can before the rest of what you put threw up comes into your mouth a second
time.

Well needless to say that by this time tears were forming in my eyes and I
could barely breathe because my nose was so full of snot. So I swallowed, that
I might at least be able to breathe through my mouth, and I got a good couple
of breathes in before Sarge gave the guy on top of me the look that said,
continue with your orders private. So he let the rest of the contents of his
ass flow back into me. I might have been able to take the muted taste of my own
shit now, but my own vomit mixed with it, not very likely. So everything came
up again only this time that Sarge told the private "Don't stop until he
swallows everything."

So I had to deal with the fact that all this stuff was going to come back down,
or I was going to suffocate, and I thought to myself, "I'm not gonna die". I
made the swallowing motion over and over; I put my mind somewhere else and let
the stuff start coming down into my throat. I didn't pay attention to what it
tasted like or felt like all I wanted t do was get the shit and vomit away from
my mouth so I could breathe. So I managed, and after a few seconds I could
breathe again. The Sarge ordered the guy off top of me so I could catch my
breath, and said I was allowed to sit up for a few minutes. That's when I came
to two realizations. One, the guy on top of me also had to piss as well,
because my chest and stomach was well slicked with the yellow urine. Two, all
of the members of my troop and stood by idly while I was raped (as far as they
knew) by a commanding officer. But it wasn't over yet, oh no, not by a long
shot.

As I was catching my breath the Sarge ordered everyone to strip until they were
completely naked and then assemble in a line. When he saw that I had recovered,
he ordered on of my better-endowed comrades to the front, and I was ordered to
lie down again. I was smart enough by this time to realize that the only way I
would get through this is by following Sarge's orders, bastard or not, he knew
what he was doing. The Sarge ordered him to get into the 69 position on top of
me and fuck my face, while he sucked my cock. Eight marines were ordered to
hold the two of us down. We proceeded, and I could tell that I was mediocre at
least because he started getting hard. I also realized that I enjoyed the fell
of a man's mouth on my cock, and I too started to become hard. That was the
last peaceful moment of the experience. With no more warning than, "Deep breath
now everyone", the Sarge stepped on the mans ass and shoved his cock all the
way down my throat. My gag reflex started to kick in, but so did Sarge. He
ordered the private to keep sucking while I vomited and if he didn't keep his
dick sealed in my mouth and started pissing he would be next. So this time with
my air cut off I had to swallow all the vomit and shit again. I didn't want to
and my body rebelled against it, but the stuff had no other place to go but
back down, so eventually, but with increasing urgency due to my rapidly
dwindling air supply, I swallowed it all back down, with the new piss as well.

The man on top was then instructed to pull out, allow me to take a gulp of air,
and then repeat the process until I no longer vomited at all. Also too scared
to do anything but follow orders, he complied. Meanwhile as my gag reflex was
being pounded into oblivion, the Sarge decided to make the most of this
opportunity and put his boot back on my balls. He knew I knew better than to
scream this time, and showed no mercy in crushing my testicles beneath his
boots. All I could do was sit there while I slowly learned to control my gag
reflex, and build my tolerance to ball pain. I dealt with pain faster than
reflexes. An hour later I was still gagging my guts out on cock when I had
learned to deal with the pain that comes from ball torture. I could ignore it
now, and Sarge saw this. He got his boots off of my balls and started rudely
shove a finger up my ass. There was no ceremony, no lube, only a violent
burning feeling as I was anally violated. He shoved hard and moved his finger
in a wide range of motion. Then he started fucking me with his finger, while my
fight for survival prevented my screams. He then pulled out and went over to
one private's footlocker. The particular one always kept a few bottles of beer
in the bottom stashed for special occasions. He opened the bottle, kicked the
private who had the stash in the stomach, so he doubled over on the ground and
came back to me. "Listen up dip shit, if you don't want the inside of your ass
to get cut up by broken bottle pieces, I recommend you relax that hole quick
before you break it with your ass. With that he put the bottle up to my ass and
shoved, not gently. The only thing that I could think of to relax was taking a
shit. If I was wrong I know soon enough.

So I bore down and started to let the shit go. The Sarge smiled when he saw
this. He said to the guy on top of me, "When he starts to piss, you better
swallow it cocksucker, or I'll have to discipline you myself". Heartened by
these words I let I rich yellow stream go.

By this time, I was able to swallow my own vomit easily; I just had to learn
how to stop the reflex. I was glad when I saw him choke in the first few
seconds, let the fucker choke, he deserved it. So I got fucked with the neck of
a beer bottle, until the fires of pain subsided and I could take that easily
too. It took me a while longer before I was able control my gag reflex, but I
did, and I was able to take his dick down my throat without vomiting from
gagging or panicking from my air being cut off. The Sarge ordered the guy off
me, and gave me the shit cover beer bottle. I knew what he was expecting, so I
put the neck in my mouth and cleaned the fucker, then, sat back and drank
looking at my stomach which was covered with the cum from multiple orgasms, cum
from my own dick. I guess I enjoyed it more than I realized.