Discipline Unit #1
submitted April 10, 2003
Categories: Military
Growing up, I was your basic juvenile delinquent. If there was a car to be stolen, it was gone together with everything in it. Several of my buddies broke into a house one time and stole stereo equipment, jewelry, and all the liquor we could haul. It became a thrill just to steal. Luckily, we had never been caught…until our senior year in high school.
To make this part of the story short, I got involved in a car theft ring and was promptly caught by the cops. The following day, I was hauled before a judge for a preliminary hearing. My appointed counsel told me I might be facing five to seven years in the penitentiary. This was not good. After a bunch of legal maneuvering, my counsel told me he had stuck a deal. I could serve five years in jail, or be shipped off to the Marine Corps. Both seemed unappealing, but I’m no dummy. The following day, I was released from jail and taken directly to the Marine Recruiting office. From there, I found myself on a bus to boot camp. Shit!
Marine boot camp sucks--too much discipline and no freedom whatsoever! The judge had warned me not to screw up; least I end up back in jail. Well, fuck the judge! I decided to do whatever I damn well pleased, given several limits that even I knew would be out of bounds.
After several weeks, I was perhaps the worst Marine they’d ever seen. Couldn’t march. Couldn’t salute worth a shit. Couldn’t fire a weapon with any accuracy. Could hardly get the word “sir” out of my mouth without laughing. Never could pass inspection. No matter what the Company Commander did to discipline me, I simply took the punishment and then tested his patience again.
In the middle of the third week, after I’d been caught smoking in the latrine, the Company Commander called me into his office. There he announced he’d had it with me, and doubted I could ever “fit” in the military. Well…duh! I could have told the bastard that. Good Lord, what truck did this asshole fall from? “However,” he said, “the Corps will not give up on you that easy. You will be sent to a special unit, WHERE YOU WILL BECOME A MARINE!” He was in my face.
With that, he promptly marched me down the street to another building, marked “Special ”. What the fuck was this all about? I would find out soon enough.
The Company Commander dropped me off at the office, where an asshole corporal took charge. He didn’t look that tough. He then hauled me to a small room, told me to sit down and shut the fuck up. I guessed I was in trouble.
After fifteen minutes later, the Corporal returned with a sergeant. The door slammed as they entered the room. I remained seated.
“Stand up Private!” shouted the Corporal, “and stand at attention!” I kind of stood up, slowly coming to attention, albeit a rather weak attention.
“Sarge, this Marine’s a real fuck-up!” said the corporal, “But between the two of us, I believe we can actually make something of this asshole.”
“I don’t know Corporal,” said the Sarge, “he looks like a wimp to me. Might need some extra discipline. Is it your turn or mine for initiation ceremonies?”
“Ah, I believe it’s mine Sarge,” replied the corporal, now all smiles.
“Yeah, I think you’re right … have at it,” said the Sarge, taking a seat at the desk.
The Corporal walked around me several times. I wasn’t scared of anything or anyone. “Get you clothes off private!” shouted the Corporal, “and put them in this bin.” The Corporal tossed a large plastic bin on the floor, directly in front of me. “And hurry the fuck up!”
Okay, so they were going to put me in an orange jump suit. Big deal. Slowly, I removed my uniform, tossing each article of clothing into the bin. Finally I was down to my underwear. I had assumed they would let me retain my boxers. The Corporal walked up behind me and literally ripped off my shorts. So there I stood, naked before two apparently mean Marines.
“Well, well, well, look at this Sarge … an uncut dick,” said the Corporal, grabbing my manhood and squeezing my balls. “Maybe we should snip him right here and now. Would you like that Private?”
Holy shit! Surely they weren’t considering that! “Ah, no sir!” I said, already becoming a believer.
“That’s some bush the private has Corporal,” said the Sarge, still sitting at the deck.
“Yeah, Sarge, but it won’t be there for long,” replied the Corporal, as he reached in a drawer and pulled out some barber clippers. “Come here Private!” The Corporal jerked me onto the desk, laying me flat on my back. “Hands on your head, Private!” commanded the Corporal. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Within three minutes, the Corporal had completely shaved my pubs, leaving me hairless. In the meantime, I had sprouted an erection.
“Well look at this Sarge,” said the Corporal gleefully, “Our Private has a hard on! Are you queer boy?”
“Ah, no sir,” I responded, now fully engaged in the Marine Corps, mainly out of fear.
“What’d you think Sarge. You think he’s queer?” asked the Corporal.
“Yeah, probably,” replied the Sarge, “but of course there’s only one way to find out.”
“Yeah, right,” said the Corporal, “Off the desk and on your knees Private! Let’s see if you can suck dick!”
Jesus, what had I gotten myself into? The Corporal jerked me from the desk and landed me on the floor, facing his crotch, which he was slowing rubbing. I could see the silhouette of his dick. “Hands behind your back private!” shouted the Corporal, as he unzipped his pants, dropped them to the floor, and exposed a monster dick. Instantaneously, the corporal shoved his dick in my mouth. “Suck it private!” said the Corporal, as his dick became harder, “Suck that dick!”
Man, I had really fucked up now. The Corporal continued to shove his hard dick in my mouth, practically knocking me down with every thrust. God, you think he’d cum in my mouth? “Suck it private!” commanded the Corporal over and over again, “Suck that dick!” The Sarge just sat there, watching as the corporal got his jollies, laughing occasionally.
“Hey Sarge,” asked the Corporal, “You think I ought to serve this guy lunch?” I got the picture. This bastard was going to cum in my mouth!
“Why sure corporal,” said the Sarge, “I’m sure he must be hungry!”
And sure enough, the corporal started to shake. He grabbed my head with both hands, continuing to fuck my mouth unmercifully. I knew it’d be any second now.
“Oh shit!” announced the Corporal, as his legs stiffened and his dick grew harder. “Here it comes!” One second later, a gusher of fluid entered my mouth, practically choking me right then and there. “Suck it private!” said the Corporal, “Suck every drop!” I continued to suck his dick, until at last he pulled out. The Corporal slapped me on the face. “Not bad private! We just might keep you around for a while.” What? And if I didn’t suck dick to his satisfaction, he’d let me go? What an asshole!
The Corporal pulled his pants up, tucking his still erect dick inside his boxers. “Okay Sarge, your turn!” said the Corporal, stepping aside. Oh great, now they’d make me suck the Sarge off. What a bunch of perverts.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” said the Sarge, exiting the chair he’d been sitting in. “Bend the little bastard over the desk corporal.” Jesus, what was he going to do?
The corporal slammed me against the desk, kicking my legs apart. “Looks virgin to me Sarge!” said the Corporal, as he spread my crack open. My God! The Sarge was going to fuck me in the ass!
The next thing I know, I hear the Sarge dropping his pants. The Corporal slams a cold slimly lubricant of sorts on my ass. And then the Sarge jams his dick squarely in my hole. “Fuck his ass Sarge!” said the Corporal, all but delighted with the situation. “Fuck him…fuck him good!”
“He’s tight corporal,” said the Sarge, as he continued to violate my hole.
“Please, stop!” I said, now practically ready to faint. “I’ll do anything … please!”
“Shut the fuck up Private,” shouted the Sarge, as he humped my ass with the vigor of a scud missile, “Take it like a Marine!”
The Sarge didn’t last very long, as I felt his cum shoot up my ass after several minutes. He was grunting all the way. After he pulled out, tears came to my eyes. If they were after discipline, then I guess they’d won.
The Sarge pulled his pants up and ordered the Corporal to “get this asshole showered, fed, and put to bed. We’ll deal with him tomorrow.”
The Corporal shoved me out of the room down the hall to the restroom. Turning on the cold water full blast, the Corporal pushed me into the shower ordering me to “clean up.” My dick was still hard from the outset of my discipline, but the cold water promptly shriveled it to stubble proportions.
The Corporal pulled me from the shower, still wet, and then pushed me down another hall to a small room, which only contained a bed.
“Can I please have my clothes, sir?” I begged.
“Shut up asshole,” said the Corporal, “You’ll be naked for the rest of your stay here!”
About an hour later, the Corporal brought me a tray of food … err, slop, which I reluctantly ate but only because I was starved to death. There I sat, naked, hairless, and humiliated.
Fortunately, my “quarters” had a blanket, which gave me some comfort during the night. My ass hurt like hell after being violated by the Sarge. Someday I’d get that son of a bitch!
The following morning, the asshole Corporal came to collect me. “Time for morning discipline Private,” announced the Corporal as he jerked me through the door down the hall. Wish I could take a piss.
Next thing I knew, the Corporal threw me into a room, which was similar to the one from yesterday. Standing before me was a Marine officer, about the size of the Jolly Green Giant--six-foot four, and at least 240 pounds.
“He’s all yours Lieutenant!” said the Corporal, somewhat snickering.
“Is he a virgin, Corporal?” asked the Lieutenant, as he started to undress.
“Absolutely Sir!” lied the Corporal, as he shoved me against the desk, preparing me for another ass fucking.
“Perfect!” responded the Lieutenant, who by now had dropped his pants, exposing a dick that must have been nine or ten inches long.
Next thing I know, the Lieutenant shoves his dick up my ass, moving swiftly in and out. I couldn’t help it any longer … my bladder emptied on the spot. Well, I did have to take a piss! The Corporal goes nuts, while the Lieutenant couldn’t care less.
“Lieutenant,” said the Corporal, The Private has pissed all over the floor!”
“So what!” replied the Lieutenant, practically out of breath, as he continued to fuck my asshole.
My “discipline” continued for two more days. If it wasn’t the Corporal, then it was the Sarge. Frankly, I preferred the Sarge since he had the smallest dick. On the third day, the Sarge had disappeared for some reason. The day passed without any further discipline. Perhaps the punishment was over. At about 6 pm, the Corporal brought me some slop to eat, noting that there would be more discipline later in the evening. I guess they weren’t through with me yet. As the Corporal left the room, I noticed he forgot to lock the door. Maybe it was a trick. I ate my meal, while continually staring at the door. Was this an opportunity?
After an hour had passed, I simply couldn’t stand it any longer. I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Hearing nothing out of the ordinary, I slowly walked down the hall … still naked. As I turned the corner, I heard the shower running in the restroom. Slowly, I came upon the door, which was slightly ajar. Several showerheads must be running, due to the noise. My heart was pounding. The way I figured it, the Corporal and his buddies couldn’t do much more harm than they’d already inflicted.
Entering the restroom, I peaked around the corner where the communal showers were located. Jesus! There was the Lieutenant butt fucking the Corporal, who looked slightly in pain. The Lieutenant was really banging the Corporal something fierce. Having been the recipient of the Lieutenant’s big dick, I knew what the Corporal was feeling.
Then I had a plan. As I left the restroom, I collected the uniforms of my two butt fuckers, together with all the towels. Walking down the hall, I tossed the clothes and towels in a broom closet. I then went to the Corporal’s office and retrieved my uniform, and quickly dressed. As I walked down the hall, I casually pulled the fire alarm. The bell wasn’t as loud as I had anticipated, which meant the Corporal and Lieutenant might not be able to hear it. I then simply walked out from the facility, and planted myself against a car in the parking lot.
Within 90 seconds, a military fire truck pulled up to the building with six husky Marines heading towards the building. My only wish was to be able to see the faces of the Corporal and Lieutenant, as the firemen burst into the shower room.
About one minute later, two of the firemen were escorting the Corporal and Lieutenant from the building … naked! And the Corporal had a hard on! This was great! They were thrown into the truck temporarily, until a patty wagon came to apparently take them both to the brig. Justice had prevailed.
With that, I slowly walked back to my unit and reported in to the Company Commander. I explained that indeed I had been made a believer, and he’d have no trouble from me in the future. “That’s all well and good Private,” said the Company Commander, “but I think you owe me some type of apology for being such an asshole!”
“What’s that sir?” I asked, assuming an “I’m sorry” would do the trick.
“I think you ought to suck my dick private!” said the Company Commander. Jesus, what in the hell is with these Marines? At that point, I simply dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. The Company Commander then shoved his dick up my throat, and finally complimented me on my newfound obedience as his piss hole unleashed what felt like several quarts of cum.
Well, I guess it beat the penitentiary.