Army Training Part 1

Author: fistpighole
Title: Army Training Part 1
Date: 13 February 2007

The Disused Storeroom

It was about 5:30am when I knocked quickly and quietly on the door of what I thought was a disused old store room on the edge of the training fields – a few minutes walk from the squaddies lodgings. Sergeant Ford, my platoon leader, opened the door and I stepped in. Everything about the Sarge was massive; he was about 6’5” tall and wearing combat gear and boots. His shirt was straining to contain his massive chest and was stretched tight across his chest, his big nipples proudly poking the fabric into obvious points at each pec. He had rolled his sleeves right up so his biceps exploded out from the tight wad of fabric, and his massive forearms and hands were like clubs. His trousers were stretched equally tight across his big meaty ass and muscled thighs before narrowing down to get tucked into his mid-calf height boots. He was not wearing any underwear as usual and his massive cock and balls were outlined against his left trouser leg. He had dirty blond hair cut into a short military cut, and steely blue eyes in a handsome strong-jawed face, his lips were almost always curled into a slightly sadistic smile. I’m not gay but I mention his cock and balls because they were so huge that in the showers I noticed everyone would look and then look away quickly with embarrassment. He made no effort to ever conceal himself which is why he never wore underwear and why everyone could not help but notice his crotch.

I had been short-listed with five other squaddies for special operations and this involved an intense training programme of skills we would need to know when we were on a mission. In addition to the usual target shooting, intense fitness training and outdoor survival skills, part of the regular training we were all undertaking involved being subjected to different types of torture in case we were captured whilst out on a mission in the field. Sergeant had advised us that this part of our training was extremely confidential and we were not allowed to discuss it with anyone else, especially not each other. He said this was because it would improve our mental strength if we could not talk about it. We were informed of where to go at what time by a brief note being placed in our gym lockers. This meant we never knew when, where or how often any of the other squaddies were having their training. It was hard going but I was proud that I had not been broken yet. We were also told only three of us would make it through and I was determined to be one of them.

Today was to be a test of my endurance. I did not know what to expect but I always knew it would be more intense than the session before. Once the door had closed I immediately stripped my camouflage gear off but left my boots on as the latest note had ordered. I stood to attention for inspection, boots together, hands at my side and head up. The sarge walked around me, feeling my body as he did so, pinching my tits, pulling on my cock and balls and slapping my ass. He had said in my first session that this was to do with humiliation. I thought it must work as I was now fairly used to being scrutinised and fondled by another man, even if it was not my thing.

Sarge then placed a thick, wide leather collar around my neck and buckled it up so it was very snug. A fat rubber gag that was hollow was pushed into my mouth and strapped into place. A leather head harness was then also strapped firmly around my head. My head from the neck up was now encased in leather strapping with my mouth being forced to remain open wide; swallowing was not easy and I found it easier to breathe through the hollow gag in my mouth. Sarge stood back to inspect then ordered me to stand at ease; I grasped my hands behind my back and eased my boots apart. He moved behind me and buckled thick leather restraints around my wrists, then, pulling my hands up behind my back with my elbows bent, attached the restraints to the collar with steel double ended trigger bolts. My chest was forced forward and my nipples felt exposed and prominent. Sarge then applied snake-bite suction cups to my nipples before tying a thin rope around my ball-sack separating my balls from my cock and stretching my balls away from my body by a good three inches.

Without any word being spoken Sarge then turned and walked further into the store-room; I followed. It was quite dark with only one overhead light. Along one wall was a workbench with a big bag on it, otherwise there was not a lot in the room. Sarge reached into the bag ad pulled out a mouth mask which he then stuffed with a poppers soaked rag and placed it over the opening of the gag. He had told me in previous sessions that this would help me to endure more pain than I would ordinarily be mentally able to handle. I inhaled and quickly felt the familiar head rush. Before I had arrived Sarge had attached a fat butt-plug to a stool so it was sticking straight up in the air. During training I was always addressed as cunt or cunt-pig or sometimes pig-scum, never by my name or rank. Now Sarge ordered me to squat over it and get it into my asshole.

Part of the training up to now had involved loosening up my asshole as Sarge had advised that male rape was a common form of torture when captured and that loosening up would mean that if I got fucked up the ass then it would not hurt as much. Not being able to talk about this or question it with anyone else I had no alternative but to believe him and so I had spent many weeks having my hole regularly stretched. This also included Sarge trying to force his huge fist into me; just recently I had managed to take it for the first time which both shocked me that my ass would stretch that wide and proud that I would be able to endure being raped for my country, no matter what was forced into my ass.

Sarge had also ordered from the beginning that I regularly train my ass and every night I would have to sleep naked with a buttplug up my ass. I would wait for lights out in the barrack room dormitory where all the squaddies slept in small narrow beds, and then lube up my fingers, lift my ass up and slowly open my hole until most of my hand was in, then I would take the large buttplug that Sarge had given me and push it slowly in. I would always get a hard on doing this but Sarge had told me this was only because my prostate which was inside my ass was being massaged and I was not to worry about it.

Sometimes during the night we would have surprise inspections; the lights would suddenly come on and a group of Sergeants would enter the dormitory where we slept and order us to get out of bed and to immediately stand to attention at the end of the bed. One night I did not hear them come in and was sleeping on my stomach with the covers off because it was so hot; I awoke from a strange dream to find that in my sleep I had pushed my obviously plugged ass up into the air and it was being paddled with a leather paddle by one of the other Sergeants to wake me. All the other squaddies were standing at attention and therefore I hoped were not able to see what had happened. I jumped out of bed and stood to attention with a raging hard on and cum dripping out of my dick. I was very embarrassed but nothing was said although I did notice some funny looks.

The buttplug was big and it took me a few minutes to loosen up enough so I could sit down on it so it was all in. All the while this was happening Sarge just stood with his arms folded watching me. When he was satisfied it was in, he crouched down and tied some rope tightly around each ankle leaving a long unused section hanging from each boot. He then untied the butt plug from the stool and ordered me to stand up, keeping the plug in my ass. One end of the thin rope that was still attached to the buttplug was then tied tightly around the base of my cock and balls; the other end was pulled up hard and tied to my wrist restraints. The buttplug was now firmly tied into my ass. Sarge then took a metal ball-weight, about 1.5 inches wide and a screwdriver from the bag and proceeded to attach it over the thin rope that was already tied around my ball-sack. He then screwed to eye-hooks into each side of the ball-weight. Sarge often made me wear a ball-weight and my ball-sack was quite stretched as a result. Sarge then ordered me to kneel down. He attached a chain suspended from the ceiling to a ring in the top of the harness on my head and pulled it taut, forcing me to stretch upright with my knees together.

Sarge then crouched down behind me and lifted my left ankle up towards my ass so the heel of my boot pressed against it. He then tied the rope from my ankle around my thigh and boot several times, strapping them together tightly. The same followed with the other ankle. When this was done, more rope was then wound tightly around both my thighs and ankles so I could not part my legs or move them at all. In this position I was struggling to maintain my balance and could feel the tension through my body as the chain pulled me upright.

Sarge then removed the suction caps from my now engorged nipples and quickly attached elastrator bands around my nipples, keeping them fat and swollen. Over the last few weeks my nipples had become generally much bigger than before and they had also toughened up considerably so now I was able to take a lot of pain in that area; proof to me that the training was working. Sarge had shown me his nipples once which he had said were being trained too. They were fat and very long. Part of the humiliation training that day meant I had had to beg the Sarge to let me suckle his nipples like a pig. My mouth had hurt by the end of that session from all the sucking but the Sarge’s nipples had swelled even bigger and were purple. I also thought he had a hard on whilst I was suckling him but told myself I was just being stupid and must have imagined it. The elastrator bands were followed by some alligator teeth clamps attached together by a short thin chain. A thin rope was attached to the chain and this was pulled across the room and slipped through a steel ring set into the wall and then pulled back towards me. Sarge then tied this rope to the hook-eyes in the ball-weight attached to my balls, but first making sure I was pushing my chest and hips forward before he finally tied the ropes off. Next he attached some weights to the clamps on my nipples so they were now also forced downwards. If I moved backwards then the pain in my nipples was enormous. I was sweating from the struggle to keep the perfect upright position and the tension through my body was high. A thin rope was then tied tightly around the head of my dick making the head go purple. The other end was then threaded through another ring on the wall and then pulled tightly back to be tied to the chain above my head. Now every time my balance wavered and I moved, my cock, balls and nipples would get pulled on. I had never taken this much before and I was anxious not to let the Sarge down. It was hard.

Sarge removed the poppers mask from my mouth, placed a blindfold over my eyes and left the room, locking the door behind him. I was alone and left to endure the torture. Gradually the poppers wore off and my head cleared; I knew then what he meant that the poppers would help endure more than I could normally take. I became aware of every part of my body and the strain it was under as well as the pain in my cock, balls, nipples and stretched ass. Every muscle was hurting and I struggled hard to cope.

After what I thought was about 45 minutes, I heard the door open and the sound of boots entering the room. I was gurgling a bit through the gag as my whole body was screaming pain. Sarge then told me I would not be released yet as the whole point of the training was that I had no say in the matter. He did at least place a poppers mask over the gag and I inhaled deeply. After a few minutes I was able to relax my mind a bit and the session continued.

Sarge removed the blindfold and told me I was doing well and he was proud of me and that if I was ever captured then he knew I would be able to cope, all I had to do was remember this moment when he told me I was his favourite squaddie pig-boy. I was desperate to please him and continue my training. Sarge then told me the next part was an extreme humiliation torture and that I was to become his own personal urinal. He removed the poppers mask, and pushed a plastic tube into the opening of the piss gag; a funnel was attached to the other end of the tube. Sarge then unbuttoned all the buttons down the fly of his combat trousers and pulled his big dick and balls completely out of his pants and flopped his long meat into the wide funnel opening. I was shocked as this was the first time anything was to enter my mouth other than the odd rubber dildo he had made me suck on. After a few seconds I heard the splash of his piss as it hit the funnel and immediately flowed down the tube and into my mouth. I could not bring myself to swallow and blocked my throat with my tongue. I felt the piss flow out of my mouth and splash down my chest. Sarge stopped pissing but did not move away. He removed the funnel and tube and tossed them aside. He lifted his one leg up and over the ropes attached to my nipples so he was straddling them and facing me with his dick level with my face. Sarge then told me that he did not like me spilling his precious piss and that I would now either have to swallow it or choke. He also said that if I was stuck out in the bush with no water then I could recycle my own piss; he said this was an imperative part of my training. He inserted the head of his fat cock into the opening with difficulty and pushed it in as far as he could. Not much of his fat cock went in but it did effectively seal the gag opening. This movement upset my carefully maintained balance and my cock, balls and nipples burned with pain as the ropes tugged hard at them. Once Sarge was satisfied that there would be no leaks he stood still. After a few seconds he said to get ready to swallow and I felt his piss hit my mouth. Immediately I started to swallow as I knew I had no alternative and I kept drinking every drop of piss that came out of his cock. The whole time Sarge kept saying what a good pig-cuntboy I was becoming and that I would learn to love the taste of piss and that I would definitely be picked for the special mission squad. I must have drunk over a litre before he stopped. He then placed a fresh poppers mask over the piss-gag; I took a deep hit and felt myself float away a bit.

Sarge then picked up a candle from the workbench and lit it with a lighter. Stepping forward he gave me an evil grin and said this was punishment torture because I had spilled his piss earlier. I tried to say I was sorry but could only gurgle loudly. Tipping the candle slightly he dripped the hot burning wax onto the head of my stretched cock. I jerked back from the pain but only succeeded in pulling on all the ropes and hurting my nipples and balls in the process. I realised that this was what he had intended and that I would have to try and hold still and take the punishment. I managed to mostly keep it together but only by breathing deeply on the poppers. Sarge continued to smile at me as he dribbled more hot wax all over my cock; I suspected at this point that he might be enjoying this as his cock, which was still hanging out of his pants, started to get harden and thicken. Once my cock was covered in wax Sarge then started on my nipples. It was agony but I did not move a muscle as I knew any movement would only hurt my nipples even more. When my chest was also covered with wax Sarge blew out the candle. I was shaking with the pain of it all. Sarge laughed and said I should be pleased as I had just endured more than any of the other squaddies had been able to; I was well on my way to becoming the best pig-cunt.

At that point Sarge told me the session was coming to an end and that the final part of the torture was that I had to ejaculate to order. He untied the rope above my head that was attached to my cock and let it fall so it was still tied to the end of my dick and looped through the steel ring on the wall. Sarge then unbuckled my right wrist restraint and freed my hand. He then sat on the stool in front of me and grabbed the end of the rope attached to my dick and told me that he would count slowly to 20 and that I must shoot my load at exactly that point, no sooner and no later. I grabbed my floppy dick that was also covered in candle wax and started to wank myself. The movement caused new pain through my nipples and balls but I continued as Sarge started counting. I was taking deep hits of the poppers to try and help with the pain through my body but mostly in my nipples but this meant I was struggling to get a hard-on. Sarge counted slowly to 5 and then stood up, pointed his cock at me and spurted some piss at me at the same time as he pulled on the rope attached to my dick. He then told me that the closer he got to 20 the more he would pull on the rope. My cock was being pulled gently at the moment but each time Sarge counted, he gave the rope a little extra tug. I was still wanking only a semi-hard cock by the time he got to 10. Another longer spurt of piss hit my face and chest and I felt Sarge pull harder on the rope. My cock was now stretched quite hard. I did not know what punishment I would receive if I did not cum at 20 but I also did not want to find out. I yanked at my dick as hard as I could, wanking myself and trying to get close to cumming. Gradually I felt my dick harden as I worked it, all the time my nipples were burning, my balls were sore, my ass hurting because of the butt plug and my whole body aching from the difficult torture I had received. At 15, Sarge let go a longer spurt of piss aimed right at my head. I felt it run down my face and chest and continued to wank my now hard dick. Sarge kept telling me what a useless ass-wipe I was and that I had better not let him down. His verbal abuse continued as he pulled on the rope and kept spurting piss at me. I was close to cumming when he got to 18 and could feel my balls trying to contract against the ropes. I was gasping hard for air and poppers. My whole body was jerking hard with the movement of my wanking and my nipples were on fire but I did not care. I only wanted to cum. Every part of my body was now tensing up to shoot my load as soon as Sarge said 20. He got to 19 and I knew I would only just be able to hold it to 20. Sarge was now pissing on my head and face in an almost continuous stream and pulling hard on the rope stretching my dick to its limit. 19 and a half he said and I gasped with shock. I had expected him to say 20 and so I could not hold back. I wanked my dick as hard as I could and screamed as the cum started up into my dick. I tensed and thrust my hips forward to cum but as my dick head was still tied off with the rope the cum just accumulated in my dick causing fresh pain. Some of it managed to dribble out of my slit. Sarge released the rope and stopped pissing on me. He told me I had just failed and that I was a miserable ass-wipe. I started to cry, I could not help myself, I had tried so hard to please him and had failed right at the end. Every muscle in my body was in agony but it was my nipples that were in the most pain.

Without saying a further word, Sarge gradually released me from all the ropes and gear except the ball-weight and the rope around my ball-sack. My body was red all over from the ropes but my nipples were huge and purple and very angry looking. I was also covered in dried candle wax and smelt of piss. My belly was also swollen from the piss I had drunk. Sarge picked up the bag from the bench and pushed all the bits into it. Moving back to the door with the bag he then picked up my discarded combat gear and also shoved them into the bag. Parade ground roll-call in 5 minutes he said, and walked out.