Army Assault Course

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Army Assault Course - Part 1

By Simon Taylor

The following experience happened to me when I was twenty-three years old. I was a British army officer at the time, and posted to Australia for a four-month training assignment. I was extremely fit and healthy, so I had jumped at the chance of visiting Australia and spending four months at a large infantry training depot, which was located midway between Melbourne and Sydney.

I had bought an old car to get me out and about at weekends: I liked to drive around and explore the outback and the towns between the depot and Melbourne. One weekend I found myself driving along a dirt-road, it was a Saturday afternoon and bloody hot. The car had no air-conditioning, so I was stripped down to just a pair of white shorts and trainers - I was blond, tanned and fit, so I had no problem in getting the come-on from the local girls in such an outfit.

About four miles along the road, with the dust clinging to my sweat-stained upper body, the car decided to conk out on me, which left me stranded and looking at a clapped-out engine with no idea of what to do.

The sun was blistering hot, and dressed only in skimpy shorts and trainers, I waited for some help to come along the road. Most of the local men would be propping up a bar somewhere and watching the cricket on TV, so I didn't expect to see a lot of traffic on the road that afternoon.

Eventually a large Toyota came by, with five men inside. It drove straight past me, and then came to a halt some 200 yards away, before slowly backing up to my car. I rushed over to the 4x4 as the passenger-side window opened and a middle-aged man leaned out and asked, 'Need any help, mate?'

I explained that the car had just conked out, and that I didn't know the difference between a 'sparky plug' and a whistle. This caused some laugher from the other men in the 4x4, who were between thirty and fifty years old, and who found my English accent rather funny.

'I'll tell you what, matey,' said the man. 'Hop in the back and we'll give you a ride to my farm; it's only about ten miles away. You can call the garage from there.'

'But you're gonna have a long wait,' said the driver. 'The only garage around here is about fifty miles away.'

I became quite despondent at this bit of news, as I had hoped to make it back to the depot before nightfall. One of the men in the back got out; he was tall and good-looking, and seemed to be eyeing me up with an amorous twinkle in his eye. I grabbed my t-shirt from the car and squeezed into the back of the Toyota, sandwiched between the good-looking guy and a smaller man, who looked quite aggressive and surly, and reminded me of a Colour Sergeant I had crossed at Sandhurst, which made me shuddered involuntary.

During the ride to the man's farm, which was utterly isolated and miles from any kind of civilization, I explained that I was from the army depot at Wagga, and that I was using my weekends off to explore the countryside. The men introduced themselves as members of an exclusive club, and that the three in the back were visiting Ian and Ralph, the two men up front. They had just come from the grocery store, where they had stocked up on lager and food for the weekend - it never crossed my mind to ask about the club they belonged to.

The farmhouse was very charming, with several large rooms and a huge lawn that led to a very welcoming swimming pool. Ralph explained that he and Ian didn't actually farm, but liked the seclusion. He said that he was an art dealer, with showrooms in Melbourne and Sydney, but at weekends he liked to stay on the farm with his friends.

He could see that I was eyeing up the pool and suggested that I cool down with a swim. He said he would ring the garage, and then bring out some drinks. Meanwhile, the other men had disappeared into the house with the supplies. Ralph looked at me a little strangely when I told him I had no swimming trunks to wear.

'That's okay,' he said. 'Only boys around here, so no trunks required. I'll get you a towel from the house.'

I didn't give his remark a second thought - it seemed only right to go au naturel in that wonderful scenery, with the hills in the background. So I stripped off and dived into the deliciously cool water.

A few minutes later my three companions from the back of the 4x4 appeared by the pool, carrying a large jug of fruit punch and some lagers. They were all stark-bollock naked and seemed unfazed by the look of surprise on my face. The mean-looking guy I had been sitting next to in the Toyota had a short but very thick penis. His name was John, and he swigged hard on a can of Black Swan as he flopped onto a chaise longue and watched me swim lazily around the pool.

Liam, the good-looking guy, was smooth skinned like me, and had powerful legs and arms - like those of a swimmer I thought. I looked at his cock and was surprised by its length. My own cock measured some five-inches when fully erect, but Liam's flaccid cock was a good seven-inches. The third man, Sam, was plump and balding, and eager to jump in the pool to join me.

For about half-an-hour we all just swam or lazed about in the sun, naked. I had drunk about three glasses of fruit punch, and was feeling very woozy. The other men seemed to be drinking only lager. I was lying on my front, on a chaise longue, when Ralph came up to me and began to rub sun-cream over my back. The sun, the alcohol, or something in the punch was making me feel completely weird, and I seemed almost paralysed.

I think I giggled as Ralph's hands stroked my thighs, before he rubbed sun- cream into the crack between my arse-cheeks. I remember spreading my legs wider as his fingers gently touched my ball-sac. I had never had a homo- sexual experience, so I was totally unprepared to deal the situation, and powerless to resist - my whole body seemed to be made of lead, although my brain and eyes seemed to be working just fine. I couldn't do a thing to stop the man; I tried to speak, but only a girl-like giggle came out.

With an almighty effort, I turned over and came face to face with two fully erect cocks, his and mine. Ralph was now kneeling beside the chaise lounge, and his penis was swaying back and forth like a huge flagpole. I stared at it in awe, as he spread sun-cream over my chest and down, onto my hard- standing cock. I was unable to do or say anything, and with the sun in my eyes, I just shut them and let my mind wander.

I then felt something salty touch my lips, and then press against them urgently. It was Ralph's huge penis, and as I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, the purple knob-head slipped effortlessly between my lips. The man was now straddling my chest, with his cock pointing downward, as he forced the shaft into my mouth. I could only gurgle and splutter as he started to rock back and forth.

In the distance I could hear the other men laughing and shouting encourage- ment as they watched; and I thought I could also hear the sound of a camera shutter working overtime. By now Ralph had got into a rhythm and my mouth seemed to have loosened up somewhat, so he was able to thrust his knob-head down my throat. I could feel his pubic hair touch my nose as his cock ram- med against the back of my throat. Suddenly I felt a salty taste fill my mouth as pre-cum oozed out of the cock's piss-slit, and I could tell he was getting more and more excited as his thrusts became increasingly violent.

I felt his cock suddenly stop, and then heard him yell out, 'Geronimo!' It was then that a hot jet of sperm hit the back of my throat. More jets of hot spunk soon followed, which poured down my throat as he pulled back and allowed his seed to fill my mouth - he ejaculated for a good two minutes before wiping his shiny knob-head over my sweaty face.

When he had finished, he stood up and dangled his flaccid cock over me. I just lay supine beneath him, unable to move and gasping in air, and still trying to swallow the last of his seed. I was still paralysed, unable to move or speak.

'You're a great cock-sucker, matey,' he said. 'I bet you really enjoyed that mouthful of Ozzie spunk. And I bet you want more. Am I right?'

Ralph then turned to the others, who were now standing around me in a wide semi-circle, stroking their hard-standing cocks. I was completely blown away by what had happened, and was totally out of it. It was like a grue- some nightmare.

Looking down at my cock, I could see that it was still fully erect and twitching away like mad, but still my body felt like a lead weight.

It was John who suggested that I be turned on to my side and arranged on the chaise lounge to accommodate two cocks at once. So, with my arse pro- truding from one side of the lounger and my head from the other, John knelt down and took me from behind.

Without any foreplay, he lubricated my arsehole with sun-cream, which he also smeared on to his thick cock, and forced his knob-head between my arse-cheeks. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed a silent scream. He was now inside me.

A burning sensation took hold of my rear end as John ripped into me, widen- ing me up for the cocks that would soon follow. I continued to cry as his cock power-fucked my virgin hole.

A hand grabbed my hair, encouraging me to open my lips for another Ozzie cock. I let my mouth go slack as a thick shaft of muscle began to slowly face-fuck me. I could feel John's hairy belly slap against my firm buttocks as Sam's knob-head hit the back of my throat. Both men began to moan with pleasure as one slapped my arse and the other increased his stroke rate.

'Oh, what a little beauty,' said John, as he slapped my arse again. 'We're gonna fuck your brain out, you beautiful little whore. You won't be able to sit down for a week.'

The pain in my arse had eased a bit: my anus had stretched to accommodate the man's fat cock. But with my own penis going untouched, I was getting no pleasure from this sexual assault.

The excitement of watching me being face-fucked by Ralph had inspired both men to pull out all the stops. Within ten minutes my mouth and arsehole were awash with hot, Ozzie spunk - Sam and John had drained their ball-sacs completely dry, ensuring that I would never forget my first man-on-man fuck sandwich.

A few minutes later, Ian and Liam stepped forward to impale me on their cocks. I remember lying on my back, on the lawn between the house and the swimming pool. By now I had thrown in the towel and given up on doing any- thing to fend off this five-man assault. My body was now theirs, to do with as they wished.

Ian knelt down and gently turned my head to one side, so that he could fill my mouth with his uncut cock. Without any instruction, I parted my lips and welcomed a third cock in to my sticky mouth. Liam knelt between my legs, pushing them wide apart and bending them at the knees. My arse-cheeks lift- ed off the grass to allow his cock to enter my inner sanctum with ease. His hands kept my thighs wide apart as he began to power-fuck me.

Without any warning, my own cock suddenly reacted to the exquisite pain being generated by Liam's awesome length. It involuntarily released a flood of sperm that leapt high into the air and came down on my sweaty chest. The sight of this unexpected ejaculation prompted Ian and Liam to almost shoot their loads in unison. They both grunted like pigs as they pumped more and more spunk into my drugged body.

I lay back, almost comatose, as the sun began to disappear behind the distant hills. I had been fucked by five burly men for well over an hour, and I was truly knackered. I was still unable to move as I lay, spread- eagled on the grass. I drifted off to sleep as the drug, the alcohol, and the fucking took their toll.

It was late morning by the time I woke up. I was lying naked on a large bed, which was covered by a satin sheet. It took me a while to focus, but finally I managed to get some feeling back into my arms and legs. I sat up, and suddenly realized that a steel collar was fastened round my neck, with a chain linking it to a metal ring in the wall. I looked down at myself, and apart from an almighty arse-ache, I seemed unharmed.

Someone had cleaned me up, and more than that, they had shaved off my body hair: my pubic hair, my leg hair, and the hair under my arms. I shouted out for help, and Ian and Liam appeared at the bedroom door within seconds.

'Hello, Simon,' said Ian. 'I expect you are hungry, eh?'

The man spoke to me as though everything was completely normal.

'We'll take you into the living-room,' he continued, 'and you can have a big breakfast. Did you sleep well?'

I was totally taken aback.

'What's going on?' I snapped. 'And why am I chained up like this? What did you lot do to me?'

More questions flooded out of my mouth as Liam released the chain and led me into the living-room, only stopping twice to zap me with an electro-prod to keep me in line.

The other men were sitting in the living-room, chatting. They looked up and grinned as I was led into the room. On the table were scattered some thirty or forty photographs, all of which featured me with either a cock in my mouth or one up my arse.

'I told you I was an art dealer,' said Ralph, 'and this is some of the art I deal in. There's a big market for this sort of stuff in Melbourne and Sydney, and Wagga Wagga.'

Liam pulled me over to the table to get a better look at the photographs. Unfortunately, in all of them, I looked like an active and willing partici- pant: either my hand was wrapped around a cock or I was sitting on one cock and sucking on another.

Ian was squeezing my right buttock as I stared at the photographs in utter disbelief. His other hand then began to fondle my flaccid cock, and I did nothing to stop him until he slid a finger into my arsehole.

'No, no more,' I pleaded. 'Please don't fuck me again.'

'Don't you dare tell me what to do,' Ian barked. 'You wouldn't want these snaps to be seen in the mess, or maybe sent to mater and pater in England.'

'No,' Ralph added. 'He would rather get down on his knees and suck cock. Isn't that right, Simon?'

'Yes, yes,' I whimpered.

'Good boy,' said John, as he offered me his semi-erect cock to suck on. 'Get down on your knees and do what you do best, bum-boy.'

'While you're sucking off John,' said Ralph, 'I'll tell you what is going to happen to you over the next few months.'

I gagged on John's cock as it hit the back of my throat.

'You're going to appear in a few porno movies,' Ralph continued. 'You're going to be seen bending over in all kinds of unusual positions. And you're gonna be fucked up hills and down dales by everyone in the club.'

'You can carry on playing soldier during the week,' Sam added. 'But you belong to us at the weekend. You'll arrive here in the nude and you'll leave here in the nude.'

'We could make him have sex by the numbers,' Liam suggested. 'Open mouth, one, two, three. Suck in cock, one, two three.'

'Good idea,' said Ralph. 'We could even set up an assault course for the boy. Make him run round the farm wearing a gas mask, with a knapsack full of rocks on his back. Now that would be a good seller in Sydney.'

John was getting close to a climax, and by now I was eager for him to be finished with my mouth. To stop him ramming his pubic brush into my nose, I closed my hand over the base of his cock and wanked him off as I sucked. It worked, and within seconds it was all over and my mouth was full of cum.

'I really needed that,' said John.

'This is rape,' I said. 'You can't do this to me.'

'I don't think anyone would call this rape,' said Ralph, as he picked up a photograph from the table and held it in front of my face. It was a photo- graph of me being power-fucked by Liam in the missionary position, whilst sucking on Ian's cock. In the photograph, I had my legs wrapped tightly round Liam's waist. It was clear to anyone that I was enjoying the sex very much.

'Imagine if your commanding officer received this in the post,' Ralph con- tinued. 'What do you think he would say? I don't think he would classify it as rape. And I seem to recall that homosexuality equals jail-time in the army.'

The men knew they had me beat. They held all the cards, so I was now their creature.

'Now stand up, Simon,' said Liam, as he tugged on the chain. 'We need to get you fed and watered before the fuck-fest. You're gonna need a lot of energy to get through the next few hours.'

They used and abused me all day, taking it in turns to fuck me 'up hills and down dales' in front of Ralph's camera. And it was around six in the evening when Ian and Ralph dropped me off outside the depot in Wagga - I remember walking bow-legged pass the sentries on the main gate, holding a piece of paper with instructions for my next visit to the farm.

With my car now repaired and returned to the depot, it didn't take me long, with the aid of a map, to find the farm on the following Saturday morning. I parked by the main gate and had a good look around before I stepped out of the car and stripped off, completely - no rings; no wristwatch; no trainers. The blistering hot walk to the farmhouse was extremely painful underfoot, and so embarrassing.

A deep sense of foreboding overwhelmed me as I neared the house, and this forced me to stop and reconsider my decision to comply with Ian and Ralph's instructions.

'What was I doing?' I thought to myself. 'The bastards were going to drug me again, and then force me to service their needs. I was going to be used and abused, just like last time.'

It was then that I felt my cock start to twitch and harden. The feeling between my legs became more and more intense as I mulled over my dilemma. Suddenly, I realized that there was no turning back now.

However, the shock of being waylaid by a complete stranger did undermine my new-found resolve a bit. The large, bearded man appeared by the house as I was about to knock on the front door.

'Welcome, Simon,' he said coarsely. 'You're a tad early, which is good. I do like a sex slave to be keen and horny.'

He looked down at my semi-erect cock and smiled.

'Now take a swig of this jungle juice,' he ordered, as he handed me a small hip flask. 'Ralph wants you to be nice and relaxed for your first meeting with the other members of the club.'

I looked at the hip flask, knowing that the drug it contained would turn me in to the stranger's sex pet for the weekend, and without saying a word, I swallowed a good measure of the 'jungle juice'.

'Now put on this blindfold and stand to attention,' he ordered.

I did as I was told, and began to sway a little as I stood waiting for my next order.

The man, or someone else, fastened straps around my wrists and neck. The wrist-straps were then linked together behind my back and secured to the collar-strap with a length of chain.

'That's good,' said a voice I had never heard before. 'Now just walk where you are led. We're going to take you over to the barn; to show you off to our mates.'

A length of cord, or rope, was placed around the base of my cock and used to lead me to the barn.

Upon my arrival I was whacked across the arse-cheeks with something hard (a cane or riding crop) and told to 'kneel before the gathering'. On my knees, I waited in silence, listening intently to the sound of clothing being removed by those around me.

'Ralph's bagged us another beauty,' said a man on my right. 'He certainly knows how to look after his mates.'

'He sure does,' said another man. 'This dill has a great looking arse, and a body that looks super fit.'

Compliments about my 'champion donger' and my cock-sucking mouth began to echo round the barn. I had no idea of how many men were in this gathering, but I did count off six, possibly seven complimentary voices - all the men spoke with a strong Ozzie accent, and they all swore like troopers.

My mouth was bone dry, but I knew it wouldn't remain that way for long. The men had a restrained sex slave in their midst, so there was every chance my mouth would be overflowing with spunk real soon.

Someone was standing in front of me - I could smell the musk of his knob- head as it hovered beneath my nose. I then felt a hand on the back of my head as something gently touched my lips. I opened my mouth and the hand pulled my head forward.

'Suck on this, Simon,' growled the man. 'I want you to suck on my donger real good.'

I gulped in most of his cock, until my nose was buried in a mass of thick, wiry pubes. His knob-head was pressing hard against the back of my throat, with his ball-sac resting on my chin. Then, with two hands gripping my head like a vice, he began to face-fuck me.

His cock became a battering ram as it power-fucked my mouth. I gagged on its length as the man was encouraged to 'cock the slut good!' and 'make his ears pop!'

The man began to moan with pleasure as he lowered his stroke rate to stop a premature climax. He clearly wanted to give his audience a good show, but he had miscalculated and was now about to shed his load.

'Fuck it!' he roared, as he slammed my head into his groin, driving his cock down my throat as far as it would go. 'Fuck it!'

Powerful jets of semen shot out of his knob-head and poured down my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose, but the man's pubes put the kibosh on that idea. I recall swallowing hard, which did clear my throat and stop the choking and gurgling sounds I was making.

The man continued to hold my head, until he was quite sure that his ball- sac was completely empty.

'Fucking-A!' he groaned. 'That was fucking awesome.'

He then withdrew his cock to allow me to breathe normally; but that didn't last for long.

Another man was quick to push 'Fucking-A!' aside and step into the fray. He was far less aggressive than his friend, but just as eager to deposit his seed into my open mouth. This process was repeated over and over again, with so many hard-standing cocks.

I remained on my knees for quite some time, but I stopped counting cock after man number seven decorated my face and chest with his load. My mouth was now awash with a gooey cocktail of Ozzie sperm, and I was having real trouble swallowing the stuff.

Sore and exhausted, I was allowed a short respite. This took the form of a precarious walk round the barn, still wearing the blindfold and being led by someone who enjoyed tugging on my cock and watching me bump into things.

My arse became the focus of attention for the second part of the session. Someone removed the cord, or rope, tied round my cock and forced me to kneel down again. A thick, spongy material was now beneath me, so clearly my knees were going to bear the brunt of any humping action.

The chain and metal links holding the wrist-straps together were removed, and I was positioned with the right side of my face resting on the spongy material. My arse was now pointing upward, toward the heavens, and the wrist-straps were linked by chain to a pair of straps around my ankles. I was now in some kind of cheese-wedge position on the floor, with my arse- hole pointing upward and welcoming all-cummers.

A minute or so later I felt the cheeks of my arse being patted, caressed and squeezed. It was then that something cold and gooey was applied to my anus. I struggled in my bonds, and gave out an almighty groan, as cock number one entered my body, via the back door.

'Hump him! Hump him! Hump him!' the gathering chanted. 'Nail his arse to the floor.'

The sheep shagger was pounding away at my back door like a man processed. His hands were on my lower back, and he was whooping away like a Red Indian brave.

I managed to take care of four or five cocks in this uncomfortable position on the floor. I was then fucked by more cocks, doggy style, outside on the lawn. It was after this that I was picked up and thrown in the swimming pool - I nearly drown as two or more men in the pool decided to turn me upside down and bob me up and down, just for a laugh.

And so it went on and on, throughout the entire weekend; I was used and abused by a rota of horny sheep shaggers. They came and went at all hours of the day and night. I was clearly the new shag in town, so everyone in the club wanted a piece of me.

Copyright (c) Simon Taylor, October 2011

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