Army Recruitment Centre, Part 3
submitted January 16, 2003
Categories: Military
Week 7 – Indentured Servitude “Attention on deck!” Here we go again. The troops slowly shuffled to their bunks and loosely came to attention as the Drill Instructor entered the barracks, holding a clipboard. This was getting old and old fast. Of course it was Sunday afternoon again. I frankly wanted to be left alone to read the sports section of the paper.
“Starting tomorrow men,” said the DI, “You will be participating in Service Week.” We all had heard about this duty. Basically, each man is assigned to a work group on the base for one week, under the supervision of a corporal. The worst duty is working in the kitchen, peeling potatoes and carrots together with constantly cleaning pots and pans. The best duty in my opinion was the porch captain at the chow hall. You could boss people around and make sure no one got out of line. I knew there were other duties, like mowing the lawns and general maintenance around the base.
“I will be assigning duties based on the cumulative number of demerits each of you have!” said the DI. This seemed fair to me, since I only had 5 demerits and I knew of several guys that had in excess of 50. Actually, the only reason I any demerits whatsoever was due to my accidentally farting during one of the personal hygiene inspections. It got quite a laugh from several of the guys, but the DI was not amused. It probably could have been worse, had I farted in the DI’s face while he as examining my asshole.
“Line up as I call your name!” said the DI as he started down the roster. I was the last to be called. This was perfect. Hopefully I’d be assigned to porch captain. What a plum job.
The first six men were assigned to the Kitchen. KP duty had to suck and I kind of felt sorry for those selected. But in fairness, these guys had the worst behavior record so the logic went they should have the nastiest duty. Makes sense to me. The next six men were assigned to base maintenance. I’d seen these guys around the base, mowing lawns, picking up trash, sweeping sidewalks. Not exactly my idea of fun. Four men were selected to clean, on a daily basis, the Bachelor Officers Quarters. This probably involved cleaning toilets all day, dusting furniture, and buffing floors. Hardly something that would stimulate the mind.
The next four men were assigned to be door handlers at the base commanders building. There would be two shifts consisting of seven hour each. While this might have seemed like easy duty, it wasn’t. First, you had to stand at attention all day, open the door for the officers coming and going, and salute each one. We’d heard the general liken himself to royalty, and this was his answer to the guards that stood outside Buckingham Palace. Next, six men were assigned to the induction center, where they would be responsible for the continual arrival of new recruits. I remember these guys when I arrived. They were all assholes, ordering everyone around like they were king shit. Probably not bad duty, since there was no physical effort involved. OK, were down to four men remaining, including myself. Porch captain here I come!
“OK, you three step forward,” said the DI pointing to everyone but me, “You three are assigned to the chow hall as porch captains. Report there tomorrow!” I was now the last man standing.
“Private,” said the DI looking directly at me, “Report to my office, I have a special assignment for you.” The DI started out of the room with me in tow. What could possibly be better than porch captain? I followed the DI into his office and stood at attention before his desk.
“Private,” began the DI, “You are being assigned to be the Major’s driver for the week. You will take him anywhere he needs to go and follow his orders to the letter. Do not fuck this up Private.! The Major is my boss, and any screw-up on your part will be reflected upon me. Do you understand Private?”
“Sir, Yes Sir!” I said, thinking this would be pretty cool duty.
On Monday morning, the DI made sure everyone was dressed for their respective duties. I would be required to dress in my khakis, while the Kitchen pukes had to wear white pants and shirts. They looked like they might have been in prison. Actually, I think the Kitchen was prison. The DI looked me over to make sure all creases were in place and that I looked sharp. Actually I did. Again, the DI admonished me not to fuck up.
After chow, I walked briskly to the motor pool where I picked up the Major’s car. They were expecting me. I was to collect the Major at his apartment, which was actually several blocks from the base. The supervisor at the motor pool gave me directions to the apartment together with a city map in case I got lost.
Driving past the guard as I left the base, the person on duty saluted me; probably thinking the Major was in the back seat. All the windows were tinted black. I quickly found the Major’s Apartment, parked the car, and went to his door and knocked. It was probably inappropriate to honk. The door opened, with the Major standing there in a freshly pressed uniform.
“Good Morning Sir!” I said, “I’ll be your driver for the week!”
“Good!” said the Major, “Let’s go, I don’t want to be late.”
I opened back door for the Major, took my place in the drivers seat, and pulled away from the curb. The Major had directed me downtown, where he would have an all day meeting. My job would be to park the car and wait. After parking the car, I hustled around to open the Major’s door, stood at attention and saluted. The Major walked briskly away.
There were some other pool cars parked next to mine, with the drivers milling about waiting for their passengers. I figured something out right away. The pecking order of the drivers was not necessarily what rank you were, but who your passenger was. As an example, even though I was a Private, had I been driving a General, then that would make me head pupa. Amazing how the military works.
During the day, I chit chatted with some of the other drivers, not letting them know I was only a recruit. One guy was a corporal who thought he was king shit driving a Captain, until he discovered I was driving a Major. He kind of walked away upon that revelation.
There was a hot dog stand down the street, so I at least I would be able to eat something knowing the Major would not return until late that afternoon. While this was actually boring, just standing around and waiting all day, at least I wasn’t in the kitchen, although I still pictured myself as the porch captain.
At 1600 hours, the officers exited the building from their meeting. All the drivers hustled to their respective automobiles and opened the door for their officer, saluting as they entered.
“Where to Sir?” I asked, hoping the day was about done.
“Back to my apartment Private,” said the Major. Guess his day was over.
I pulled in front of the apartment building and ran around to open the door for the Major.
“Why don’t you come in for a beer Private?” asked the Major.
“Ah, I don’t think so Sir, I’d better get back to the base” I said, absolutely salivating at the thought of having a beer.
“Forget it Private. Follow me,” said the Major. I remembered the instructions from my DI. Don’t fuck this up.
So I followed the Major into his apartment, where he offered me a seat on the couch. He emerged from the kitchen with several beers, and told me to make myself comfortable.
“So tell me Private,” said the Major, “How do you like the military?”
“Fine Sir!” I lied.
The Major kept asking me silly little questions as we consumed our beers. I told the Major I’d better get going, since the motor pool closed at 1800 hours. “Nonsense!” said the Major, as he served another round of beers.
“I hear you won Sports Week for your Company, Private,” said the Major.
“Yes Sir, although I’d like to think it was a team effort,” I replied.
“I also heard you had a secret weapon,” commented the Major.
“Ah, Yes Sir,” I responded, “The swimming instructor removed all body hair to prevent drag in the pool.”
“Including your pubes?” ask the Major.
“Well, yes Sir,” I said; now wondering were this was going.
“I don’t believe you Private, stand up and come here!” commanded the Major. This sounded like an order.
I faced the Major, as he remained on the couch.
The Major then removed my belt, unzipped my pants, and slid them to the floor around my ankles together with my boxers. “Well I’ll be damned!” exclaimed the Major, “You’re as smooth as a new born baby! Remove the rest of your clothes Private, I want to see your entire hairless body!”
“Yes Sir!” I said, vividly remembering what the DI had told me.
Within one minute I had removed all my clothes and was standing completely naked before the Major in the living room of his apartment. The Major got up from the couch and walked about me, inspecting every inch of my body. “Did he shave your asshole Private?” ask the Major.
“Ah, Yes Sir,” I said as the Major spread my crack to verify my truthfulness.
The Major then resumed his place on the couch. “Step forward Private, I’m not going to hurt you,” said the Major as I came within one foot of my superior officer. My penis had begun to stiffen. The Major then grabbed my now erect dick, stroking the shaft ever so slowly. “You have a nice dick, Private,” said the Major, “Ever had a blowjob?” I explained that I had not. “Well maybe you ought to have that experience son,” said the Major, as he immediately placed my dick in his mouth. My sexual experience was limited to masturbation, and the sensation of being sucked off was unbelievable! But not having beaten off for the past seven weeks, I knew it wouldn’t be long before my load was released.
“Major Sir,” I said quite excitedly, “I’m about to cum.”
The Major removed my dick from his mouth and masturbated me to climax. My cum went all over the sofa. The Major didn’t seem to care, but did comment on the volume of juice which had just exited from my dick.
“Turn around Private and bend over,” ordered the Major, “I want to check out your asshole.” I was now scared to death. “Nice,” said the Major, “That hole is just screaming for a big dick.” I knew this was “service week, but this activity surely wasn’t part of the playbook
“Ah, Major, I think I’d better be on my way,” I said with a noticeable tremble in my voice.
“Shut up Private!” said the Major, as he commenced to remove his uniform. I guess the one thing you learn in the military is to follow orders. Dutifully, I remained bent over while the Major lubed up and put on a condom. Then it happened. The Major jammed his dick up my hole. I thought I would faint. Pumping away unmercifully, the Major kept slapping my rear end, asking me how I liked it.
“Fine Sir,” I said without any enthusiasm. Finally the Major produced a nut, and the torture was over.
The Major ordered me onto the couch, where he also sat down still sporting an erection. His dick was a monster, and I absolutely could not believe that sucker had penetrated my virgin hole. The Major had enough pubic hair to fashion a rather respectable wig. In fact, he had so much hair it was difficult to even see his balls.
“You liked that, didn’t you Private?” asked the Major.
“Well, not exactly Sir,” I said, truthfully.
“Well get used to it son,” replied the Major. “We’ll be repeating this little episode for the remainder of the week.”
The Major then directed me to the bathroom, where he ordered me in to shower. He followed shortly thereafter. “You’re pretty hot Private,” said the Major as he lathered me up, continuing, “You’re much better than the driver I had last week.”
So this was the story. Every week the Major gets a new recruit to butt fuck--thereby adding variety to his apparent otherwise dull life. Such a deal!
Every day thereafter I picked the Major up promptly at 0800 hours, drove him to his destination, and returned to the apartment. Every afternoon, the Major would give me a blowjob and fuck my ass. Interesting, he never asked for anything else in return…until Friday.
“Private, I think it’s about time you return some favors,” said the Major, as he started to remove his uniform. “Kindly remove your clothes and drop to your knees,” ordered the Major. I had the feeling I was about to give the man a blowjob. And sure enough, the Major inserted his throbbing dick into my mouth, guiding my head with both of his hands. It tasted funny, kind of like salt. I was hoping the Major would spare me the indignity of shooting his load in my mouth. Finally the Major withdrew his penis from my mouth, and promptly shot his load all over my chest. At least the man was in no condition to butt fuck me, as his dick started to go limp.
“That was good Private,” commented the Major as he collapsed in the sofa, “Why don’t you get us a couple of beers?”
The Major and I sat on the couch completely naked, consuming our beers. Actually I kind of liked the Major, even though I didn’t much care for his idea of fun. After about an hour of talking, we took a shower. I got dressed, said good-bye, and returned the car to the motor pool at the base. I assumed the Major and I would never cross paths again.
* * *
Finally we all graduated from Company A. I was hoping to receive orders to either California or Europe for the next level of training. Anything but combat! On our last day on the base, we all gathered in the barracks where the DI handed out a large envelope to each man. Inside the envelope would be our next assignment. Several of the guys ripped open their envelopes and shouted with glee at their next assignment. Others were not so thrilled. The guy who had received over 50 demerits was being sent to Guam. Several of the men had pulled guard duty at the Pentagon. One poor bastard was being sent home, unfit for military service. Lucky him!
Slowly, I opened my orders. This was unbelievable and I could not believe my eyes. I was immediately being promoted to Corporal and would be the permanent driver for the Major. Jesus of Nazareth!