Army Training Part 2

Author: fistpighole
Title: Army Training Part 2
Date: 19 May 2007

The Brig

My whole body ached and hurt but I was now too shocked to care. It was at least a 10 minute jog back to the dorm to get more clothes and then another 5 minutes back to the parade ground; I would never make it in time for roll-call at 7:30am. That would cause me all kinds of problems if I was late or missed it.

The parade ground was in fact only a couple of minutes walk from the storeroom I was in but I was butt naked and a mess. I had a quick check around the storeroom but there was nothing, not even an old rag or sack. I guessed that the Sarge had earlier made sure there was nothing for me to find. I decided I would get as close to the parade ground as I could and see if I could catch one of my buddies and see if they had any gear in a rucksack or something. I left the storeroom and started walking over to the parade ground. When I got there I hid behind a tree on the edge of the ground. There was around 100 squaddies already gathering for Company roll-call, with more arriving each minute. I saw my buddy Brian, another Private like me in my squad, and managed to get his attention; he came hurrying over. I quickly explained that I had been doing some training during the night and that my clothes had gotten stolen. He did not have a rucksack and I knew he would have nothing extra I could borrow but I asked if he could see if someone else did. He looked a bit surprised to see that I was naked but knew I was part of the special programme and so I think he believed my explanation, although he did keep looking at the ball weight.

Just then Brian noticed that Captain Morgan was making his way towards the field. He quickly undid his trousers and boots and removed his jockstrap and gave it to me. He told me there was no time to get anything else as he put his pants and boots back on. I struggled into his tired old jock but caught my boot on the elastic back strap which then pulled out of the worn stitching. My cock and balls and ball-weight could barely be concealed by the jock as it was but now the broken strap meant they would keep slipping out. Brian rushed off to take his place in the squad. There was nothing else for me to do but make my way over to the squad and stand in line. I heard a couple of snickers as I stood there. Sergeant Ford came over to us and called us to attention. He then walked over to me and asked what I thought I was doing showing up half naked for roll-call. I was puce with embarrassment and stammered that my clothes had got stolen during the night and I found out too late to borrow some.

At that moment Captain Morgan came up to us. He looked me up and down and asked the Sarge what was going on with me. Sarge replied with what I had said. The Captain then said I would spend a day in the brig for being such a useless ass-wipe. He ordered Sarge Ford to send someone to the brig and tell them to get the stool ready, then he walked away. The Sarge gave me cruel little smile before taking hold of the waist band of the jock and ripping it clean off me. Then he walked to the front with all the other Sergeants and roll-call started while I stood there utterly humiliated with what had happened. I was close to tears as it all seemed so unfair but I managed to hold it back. I also tried to rationalise that Sarge was just doing extra training and this was good for me but it was hard, especially as he seemed to enjoy it so much.

When roll-call was over and the Company dismissed, everyone started to disperse to their various tasks for the day. As was the case when ordered to the brig I waited until everyone else had left the parade ground except my squad Sergeant. It took a few minutes but when it was eventually empty Sergeant Ford and Sergeant Brown, one of the other squad Sergeants, came walking slowly over to me with. I remained standing at attention while they spoke to each other and agreed how useless I was and that I had let the Squad down as well as the whole Company. Sergeant Brown then yelled right in my face that I was a fucking waste of time and an ass-wipe and that most especially I had let down Sergeant Ford. That was my worst crime he said because Sergeant Ford now looked like a big dick who could not control his squad. I saw Sergeant Ford standing behind Sergeant Brown and he lifted his finger to his lips and motioned me not to say anything. I was puzzled as I had promised I would never say a word. I just said I was very sorry and it would not happen again. Sergeant Brown snarled how right I was that it would not happen again and ordered me down to do fifty push ups.

I dropped to my knees and then onto my hands and the toes of my boots, spreading my hands wider than my shoulders. I started counting them out loud as we always had to do. I got about eight when a stream of piss landed on my head. Sergeant Brown told me to keep pushing or I would do another fifty. A few seconds later a second stream also hit my head as Sarge Ford also took a piss on me. I kept going as they both covered my body from head to boots in piss, making sure I was completely drenched in piss. I completed my push-ups and waited until they had finished pissing. Sergeant Brown ordered me then to stand up and put my hands behind my back. I did so and he handcuffed my wrists together. He then used a chain about five feet long and a padlock to create a collar around my neck with a lead. With Sergeant Brown holding the chain lead, they then turned and set off for the brig, pulling me along behind like an animal.

I followed along behind feeling more and more humiliated as many of the guys we passed turned to stare at me, naked except for my boots, in handcuffs with a collar and lead, puffy swollen nipples and wet with piss.

When we reached the cells, Sarge Ford asked the duty corporal which cell was ready. The corporal led us over to one which was across from desk he was sitting at. It was about eight feet by eight feet in size and smelled of stale piss like a typical men’s toilet; in the middle of the floor was a short stool made of steel about knee high with a huge butt plug, glistening with lube, strapped onto the seat and what looked like a sizeable ball weight welded onto the edge of it. I was led into the cell and then both Sergeants pushed me into position over the plug and then ordered me to sit on it. I squatted down over the plug so it pressed against my hole and slowly pushed myself onto it, grunting and straining a little as I did so. It took a couple of minutes until my arse had relaxed enough to swallow the plug but the whole time I was being watched by three pairs of eyes. As usual, my cock was reacting to the sensations in my hole and by the time the plug was in, my cock was hard and standing up, my humiliation was extreme. When my butt cheeks were resting on the stool and I was completely impaled on the plug, my balls were then hanging next to the ball weight. Sergeant Brown then went wandering off to get something and while he was gone Sarge Ford told me I better never let him down again and had also better never divulge what took place in the training sessions. I babbled that I was truly sorry and would do anything I could to make up for it. I was scared and near to tears again. We then heard Sergeant Brown coming back and Sarge Ford hissed at me to shut-up; I did so immediately. Sergeant Brown the produced what he had gone to find; it was a cordless screwdriver. Crouching down in front of me he used the screwdriver to remove the two screws holding the ball weight together so that one half came off in his hand. He then pulled my balls forward over the ball weight, stretching hard, and manoeuvred them so that the ball weight I was already wearing was pulled past the ball-weight on the stool. I could not ease the strain on my balls because I was fixed in place with the butt plug but I was at least partly used to the strain by now from Sarge Ford’s training. Sarge Brown then replaced the other half of the ball weight and screwed it back into place, trapping my balls and attaching me to the stool. My balls were now tied off tightly with thin rope and also had two weights around them, they were looking very purple.

Sergeant Brown then took the end of the chain attached to my neck and adjusted it so the lock was at the side of my neck and pulled the chain up and over a hook in the ceiling, pulling it taut as he did so. The end of the chain came back down to meet the one on the other side of my neck which he then locked together with another padlock. This meant my body was now forced upright with my head now between the two chains. Sarge Ford then wrapped duct tape around my head and the chains at the level of my forehead, once again immobilising my head.

My left leg was then lifted up so my leg was bent at the knee and duct tape wrapped around my thigh and shin. A rope was then tied around my ankle and the other end pulled over to the wall on my left and tied to a ring imbedded there. The same was repeated with my right leg. I was now firmly held in place with all my weight sitting on the plug and my balls stretched.

Both Sergeants stood up and checked me over before leaving the cell and slamming it shut and locking it. They walked over to the guard and tossed him the keys and said they would return later that evening. It was going to be a long day.

The guard came over to check out what they had done and let out a low whistle. He was a Corporal and therefore senior to me. He was 5’6” with dark hair and a stocky muscled build. He said I must have really pissed someone off as he had not seen this type of restraint for a long time. I did not know what to say so I kept quiet. He stayed there for a while just watching me before he lost interest and went and sat down at his desk and continued reading his magazine and drinking water from a bottle on the desk.

About an hour later the guard stood up and came and stood at the bars again. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his sizeable cock and aimed it at me. Without a word he started pissing; that explained the smell of stale piss in the cell. I was about four feet back from the front of the cell so he had to aim his piss upwards in an arc to hit me but he did so, making sure I was drenched from head to foot again. When he had finished he pushed his dick back into his pants and went back and sat down.

My ball sack was burning from the stretching but my hole was coping well with the big butt plug – I thought Sarge Ford would be pleased when I told him that as he said that if I was captured then the first torture an enemy would probably try would be to rape and stretch my arse. I could pretend to be hurt but I would easily cope now if I did get raped.

When the guard needed another piss he came over and repeated the same performance but before he finished pissing this time, his duty replacement came in. The first guard told him that I was in deep shit and that he could do what he wanted to me. The second guard grinned evilly and also unbuttoned his trousers, released his cock and took a piss over me too. I kept quiet the whole time as they drenched me.

When they had both finished the first guard told me he was leaving me in the very capable hands of Corporal Jackson. Then they moved off and talked quietly for a few minutes after which the first guard left. The remaining guard came back over to the cell, unlocked it and came in a stood in front of me. He was about 5’10” with short cropped, blond hair, blue eyes and a boyish, very handsome face. He was wearing the usual combats and boots over what looked like a lean and muscled body with wide shoulders and narrow hips. He smiled at me and said I looked like a bit of a pig-boy and that he was going to have some fun with me that afternoon. He flicked my nipples a bit with his fingers and said he could see that they had been regularly worked over.

He then took some alligator clamps linked with a thin chain out of his pocket and attached them to my still sore nipples. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. He left the cell and went over to the desk and grabbed some rope, a two litre bucket, some clear plastic tubing and some more duct tape. He left the bucket just outside the cell, then tied one end of the rope to the chain on the nipple clamps and threaded the other end out through the bars over the top of a horizontal one about waist high. He then stepped outside and tied the bucket to the end of the rope so it was hanging about two feet off the floor. He then put one end of the tube into the bucket and used some duct tape to keep it in place. He pushed the other end of the tube between the bars and into the cell. Stepping back into the cell he pulled the end of the tube over to me and ordered me to open my mouth a little; I did so and he pushed the tube in and then used duct tape to seal it in place, wrapping the tape several times around the tube and the back of my head and over my chin and cheeks to keep it in place. Next he tore some tape into two thin strips and used each piece to wrap tightly around the clamps on my nipples, making the teeth bite hard into my tortured tits and ensuring they would not slip off.

Standing back to admire his handiwork he smiled and told me he was going to have a lot of visitors this afternoon. For someone whose face and smile seemed so innocent, his mind was clearly sick. He left the cell and locked it and returned to the desk where he had a bottle of water which he started gulping down.

About an hour later the first guard came back, this time accompanied by another Corporal. All three came over to the cell to check out what Corporal Jackson had done to me. They all laughed and then the two visitors hauled out their cocks and simultaneously started pissing into the bucket. As the weight increased in the bucket my nipples started to stretch even further until they were burning. The two visitors finished pissing and then peered through the bars to see the state of my nipples which were stretched out taut from my body. They laughed and then left. Corporal Jackson then came and stood by the bucket and undid his trousers again and started to piss. He smiled as he told me that he loved forcing guys to drink his piss. The weight on my nipples was getting too much to bear and I knew I had no choice but to start sucking on the tube. At first nothing happened but then I could see the pale, watery- yellow liquid slowly coming up the tube out of the bucket and then along towards my mouth. Eventually I could taste the piss and started to swallow. Jackson smiled the whole time he was watching me and I then noticed his dick was getting hard. I hated him at that moment but had to continue gulping down the piss to ease the pain on my nipples. He must have had a big bladder because he seemed to piss for ages even though his cock was rising. When his cock was horizontal with the floor he lifted it a bit more and squirted the last bit at me. I continued drinking, even as he told me that he thought the piss probably needed a bit more flavour. Wrapping his hand around his cock he started to wank, working his cock up into a stiff hard-on. I stopped sucking up the piss for a few minutes and watched him as he quickly brought himself to the point of cumming, then he aimed his dick into the bucket and the cum spurted out and into the bucket with the piss. When the last of his cum had dripped into the bucket he smiled at me and said I would probably enjoy it more now. He then pushed his cock into his pants and went back to the desk. A few minutes later a Sergeant arrived and had a quiet chat with Jackson who pointed at me. They both came over to me and the Sergeant checked out the set up. Smiling, he hauled his fat cock out and started to take a piss into the bucket. As he was doing so he asked Jackson what the white stuff was in the bucket. When Jackson told him what it was he howled with laughter. Jackson then told him he thought the bucket of piss needed even more flavouring and the Sergeant grinned knowingly. The pain in my nipples was getting too much again so I started sucking and drinking again. When the Sarge had finished pissing he immediately started to work his dick up into a hard-on. Jackson smiled and watched as the Sergeant grabbed his own balls and pulled on them as he wanked his cock slowly, obviously turned on at the thought of what he was doing. Two more Sergeants then arrived and came over to the cell. They looked bemused as the first Sergeant continued to wank his cock while telling them what was going on. They too howled with laughter and then hauled their cocks out. The one aimed his cock into the bucket and started to piss while the other one just started wanking. All the while I just continued to suck the piss slowly out of the bucket and swallow it to relieve the pulling on my nipples. Just then Sergeant Brown came back accompanied by his squad. He came over to the cell to see what was going on and smirked when he saw the one Sergeant pissing and the other two having a wank. He then told his squad that they would all have to take a piss in the bucket and then finish off with a wank. I noticed some laughing and some looked a bit shocked but they all had to follow orders. One squaddie who had laughed came over and quickly pulled his dick out and started to take a piss just as the Sergeant’s stream slowed and stopped. The Sergeant stepped away from the bucket and over to the other two Sergeants and started to wank along with them. The first Sergeant was obviously getting close so he stepped over to the bucket and shot copious streams of white jizz into it with a loud grunt. At this point I looked over to where Jackson was standing to one side and saw that he had his cock out again and was wanking himself slowly. When he noticed I was looking at him he beamed at me and winked. I was furious; the guy was a fucking pervert but there was nothing I could do.

The two remaining Sergeants then stepped over to the bucket and also shot their loads into it, then the three of them left together laughing.

Sergeant Brown told his squaddies to line up two by two to take a piss, then step aside, get a hard-on and start wanking. He said they should let him know when they needed to cum so he could get them a space to do it into the bucket. One squaddie stepped alongside the one already pissing and aimed his cock into the bucket and started to piss also. He looked a bit uncomfortable and would not look at me but knew better than to disobey his orders.

I was getting a bit anxious as my belly was so swollen from all the piss I was swallowing that I looked like I was pregnant. I was also losing the race and could see the bucket was almost to the brim and my nipples were screaming with the weight. I could drink no more and had to stop. The two pissing squaddies took just a few seconds to fill the bucket all the way and it started to over flow. The floor was sloped towards the middle of the cell so the piss ran towards me and started to pool around the bottom of the stool creating an island with me in the middle.

I was also desperate to take a piss myself and not being able to hold it any longer, I let it go. The two pissing squaddies laughed when they saw what was happening and told the others who all leaned around to take a look. I noticed Jackson had stopped wanking at this point but his cock was standing up like a flag pole and was all red. He was also sweating buckets. I suspected that whilst the others all saw this as a bit of fun he was actually getting off on this shit. I decided that I would report this to Sergeant Ford because my training should not be turning him on.

Over the next hour each squaddie took a piss and then wanked into the bucket. My cock also seemed to piss continuously as I drank what I could out of the bucket trying to ease the weight on my nipples but it was a losing battle, there was just too much piss.

Eventually they finished and all left, leaving Sergeant Brown and Corporal Jackson. Sergeant Brown told me that I was not even close to paying the price for having let down the squad. He stood next to the bucket and pulled out his enormous cock, it must have been at least 9” long but it was the girth that was astonishing, it was fatter than a beer bottle. He started to piss and it sounded like a fire hose there was so much piss gushing out. I started drinking again as the pressure started up on my nipples. All the while he was pissing he was looking right at me and telling me what a useless squaddie I was and that he was gonna break me so I had to leave the Army in disgrace, I was not even good enough to lick his arse. He must have pissed at least two litres before the flow finally slowed and then stopped. Packing his cock away again he noticed that Corporal Jackson was still sporting a raging hard-on. Sergeant Brown told Jackson he needed to take care of it but Corporal Jackson just smiled and said not worry and that he still had an hour here with me before he left.

Sergeant Brown just nodded and left.

Once he had left, Corporal Jackson then turned to me and his smile faded for the first time and his face turned nasty. He told me I was nothing but an ass-wipe and he thought guys like me were not good for the Army. He stripped his gear off completely so he was now naked and walked into the cell, splashing through the piss that was all over the floor. He stood close in front of me and started to wank his cock again. After a few minutes he pushed his cock against my face and started to cum, shooting thick streams of cum all over my face so I was covered in his spunk. When the last drop was forced out of his cock and onto my face he then wiped his cock against my arm.

Then he slowly removed the duct tape and tube and the bucket and finally removed the clamps after ripping off the tape. I screamed at that point and his face lit up again as he smiled. The feeling rushed back into my nipples and I started to cry. I could not hide my shame either but I just wept.

When I managed to pull myself together a bit I looked up to see him dressed and sitting at his desk as if nothing had happened. Just then Sergeant Ford came into the room and asked him how the day had gone and if I had behaved myself. Jackson responded that little had happened since he had gotten there but he did not understand why I was pissing so much all over the floor.

Sergeant Ford came over and looked at me and at the pool of piss. He asked me why I was pissing even as he spoke to me but I just said that I desperate. He smirked and then came into the cell and removed the ropes and duct tape from my ankles and legs. Then he unscrewed the ball-weight holding me down and ordered me to stand up. I was feeling very shaky as I started to rise slowly off the stool, feeling the butt plug slide out and leave me feeling empty. I started to piss again uncontrollably but Sergeant Ford grabbed my dick and squeezed down on it very hard stopping the flow. He ordered me to stop pissing or he would tie up my dick so I could not piss at all. I managed to clench and hold it when he let go.

He then unhooked the chain from the hook in the ceiling and led me back to the dorm. When we got there he undid the duct tape and chain from my head and around my neck and removed the handcuffs but left the ball-weight in place. He warned me not to disappoint him again and walked off. I went straight to the showers, removed my boots and took an hour long shower while waiting for the rest of the squad to return from whatever they had been doing that day.