Final Seperation
By: GoodManRN

It was Private (Pvt.) Wayne's last days of his enlistment. In fact, his very last day in the Army was tomorrow. Pvt. Wayne was now a 22 year old guy, average build and look. He was toned because of his military training but not “buff” by any means.

Today he was cleaning out his locker and saying good bye to his mates. He’d already finished his separation paperwork and, as we say in the military, he was “short,” that is he had only a short time left in service.

Before going to bed he went to the barrack’s latrine to take a piss. While pissing Sergeant (Sgt) Brown came in and went into one of the stalls. Pvt. Wayne always liked the look of him. He was build like a brick shithouse, had a fine looking face, and (for a man of about 50 or so) still looked damn hot (and for you British types: “Bloody hot.”)

When Pvt. Wayne finished his wiz he washed up and before he got to the door of the latrine he heard Sgt. Brown’s booming voice say, “Hold it right there Private!”

Pvt. Wayne stopped in his tracks, thought, “What the fuck?” and then said, “Sorry Sergeant! What do you need, Sergeant?”

Sgt. Brown opened the door of the shitter and approached Pvt. Wayne.

“Sgt. Brown, what can I do for you?”

Sgt. Brown said, “So tomorrow you’re a fuckin’ civilian. What are you going to do with the rest of your life Private?”

Pvt. Wayne replied, “I don’t know but....

“Blah, blah, blah,” said Sgt. Brown. “You’ll figure that out later. Fuck, you shits always want to get out of the service but you have no fucken clue on what you’re goin’ to do. What’s your plan Private?”

Pvt. Wayne nervously said, “What?”

Sgt. Brown, “Just as I thought. No fucken plan for the rest of your life except getting out of the Army: RIGHT!?” His powerful, dominating voice booming again echoing throughout the room.

Sgt. Brown, “So where are ya’ going to go? Where are your folks? I already know you don’t have any pussy wife and kids on the outside. So Pvt. Wayne, Tell me your plan!”

“I’ll go back to Fort Worth and get a job. My folks are gone and I’ve got a sister somewhere in Oregon, I think.”

Sgt. Brown walked up to Pvt. Wayne and stood about a foot in front of him. Pvt. Wayne was a nice 5 foot 9 or so but Sgt. Brown towered over him. It seemed to Pvt. Wayne that Sgt. Brown was more than a foot taller than he was.

Sgt Brown boomed out again, “So, when you leave here you’re fucked. You ain’t got anybody on the outside, you ain’t going to do squat with your life and you ain’t got shit! I’ll bet you don’t have a damn penny in the bank for a place to live. You’re just goin’ to get off the fucken bus and go from there. Aren’t you!?”

“Sir, I...”

“Don’t ever call me ‘Sir’ I WORK for a fucken living boy!”

Pvt. Wayne got scared and stood at attention and as still as he could.

Pvt. Wayne said, “Sergeant Brown, what do you want? What can I do for you Sir? I’m mean Sergeant?”

Sgt. Brown said slowly, “Old solders never die, they just fade away. Solders like you never die they just DIGEST away!”

Sergeant Brown quickly reached around and locked the latrine door and said, “STRIP BOY!”

“What,” said Pvt. Wayne?

“You didn’t hear me right, Maggot? I said FUCKEN GET YOUR FUCKEN SELF OUT OF THOSE FUCKEN FATIGUES THIS INSTANT BOY! IF YOU DON’T DO IT RIGHT NOW I’LL FUCKEN RIP ‘EM OFF OF YOUR ASS MYSELF!”

Pvt. Wayne figured that this must be a part of the Army’s usual separation procedure. There must be some sort of requirement that one is supposed to turn over his G.I. issue like your military uniform and such. He could understand that but how could it be a normal part of the military separation to do it in the shitter? He didn’t care at this point and did as he was ordered. He stripped to his underwear and carefully folded his fatigues and put them on a nearby sink.

Sgt. Brown then strangely cooed, “Yes I'm going to let you out of active duty. I’m going to consume you. You’ll never really leave the Army ‘cuz I’ll never leave the Army!”

Pvt. Wayne said, as he stood there in his skivvies, “Sergeant Brown, May I ask what you meant by ‘Consume’?”

Sgt. Brown's latch his arms around the poor private’s body with the strength of 50 men taking his breath away. He reached down and ripped off Pvt. Wayne’s underwear and it came off in a single, quick move.

Sgt. Brown began to caress Pvt. Wayne's body with his powerful hands. Sgt. Brown said, “I’m going to chow down on you boy and eat you alive!”

Even though Pvt. Wayne was shocked by what he heard the powerful man say he suddenly got an uncontrolled and raging hard-on. His mind raced! He didn’t know what was going on but the power of Sgt. Brown’s embrace and his smell was intoxicating!

Sgt. Brown placed his mouth on Pvt. Wayne’s forehead like a rough kiss. Then he began to devour Pvt. Wayne. Sgt. Brown's mouth began to expand and Pvt. Wayne felt his face and then his head get sucked into Sgt. Brown's ever expanding mouth.

Sgt. Brown had the advantage of being quite a bit taller than Pvt. Wayne all he had to do was simply pushed himself forward onto the poor Private. Doing this he quickly worked his way down over Pvt. Wayne's head stopping at his shoulders. Suddenly Pvt. Wayne actually realized what might be happening to him. Although his struggling was futile he able to say, “Sergeant Brown, what are you doing?”

Those futile words were muffled and lost in the cavern of Sgt. Brown’s mouth. Sgt. Brown quickly grabbed Pvt. Wayne’s arms again and locked them to his side. He bent his great bulk forward and quickly worked his way over and then past Pvt. Wayne's shoulders. He had to pause for a second to take a breath and at that point Pvt. Wayne wondered again what was happening to him. He had no conception or experience to tell him what was going on. What was this? What was happening now? Because without any warning whatsoever Sgt. Brown, using his muscular bulk, hoisted Pvt. Wayne over his head and the blood rushed to Pvt. Wayne’s head. Then Pvt. Wayne felt a warm, wet sucking feeling from Sgt. Brown's throat.

“Shit,” thought the private, “I’M ACTUALLY BEING SWALLOWED!”

Sgt. Brown sat himself down on the floor and now balanced his meal into a more comfortable position. He now had the squirming Pvt. Wayne above him, always in perfect control of him.

Even though Pvt. Wayne’s mind kept racing; not knowing where and what was going on. He suddenly realized for some reason he liked it. He liked it a lot! “What was this all about,” he thought.

Now aided with gravity Sgt. Brown’s swallowing was now going easier. Sgt. Brown slurped in Pvt. Wayne's chest. As he did this he lapped Pvt. Wayne’s body with his tongue. He continued to taste Pvt. Wayne’s body as a python would taste it’s pray. All of this caused Pvt. Wayne to struggle like a son-of-a-bitch but to no avail. With Pvt. Wayne’s struggling Sgt. Brown was able to more quickly suck in more of his prize. The continual gulping of Pvt. Wayne into Sgt. Brown’s body went on until Pvt. Wayne's crotch entered the great mouth.

At this point Sgt. Brown stopped. He took several breaths and then began to work on Pvt. Wayne's dick with his tongue. He tasted it and licked far enough to reach Pvt. Wayne’s ass (those were such wonderful tastes). Pvt. Wayne began to squirm more vigorously. Pvt. Wayne didn’t know what was happening to him but his dick seemed to grow even harder. It must have been some sort of primal sexual reaction, no, a powerful fucken’ sexual reaction! It was glorious! He didn’t know what to do, what to think, what even to feel. He simply let nature take its course. That coupled with the sensation of the tightly muscular throat Pvt. Wayne suddenly began a massive climax. Pvt. Wayne’s whole being spasmed and he felt the most glorious orgasm in his life begin. He began unloading himself into Sgt. Brown! He came again and again. Then he was spent.

Then Pvt. Wayne’s mind snapped back into reality for a moment and he actually yelled out within his Sergeant, “What’s happing? What I’m I doing? Where am I? Oh, Shit! I’M BEING EATING!”

These and so many other confusing things went through Pvt. Wayne’s head. None of this mattered. He was now well within Sgt. Brown’s body and his head began passing through the imprisoning sphincter and he easily entering into Sgt. Brown’s stomach. He was now doomed!

Sgt. Brown continued to swallow hard and more of Pvt. Wayne was being pushed into his stomach. As Pvt. Wayne entered Sgt. Brown’s stomach he naturally began to curl up. Like any snake Sgt. Brown continue to gulp, swallow and consume his meal. Finally Sgt. Brown only had the legs to devour and then he began sucking and then vigorously gulping the last of Pvt. Wayne's until only the Private’s feet were visible to the outside world. Sgt. Brown stretched out his nick and Pvt. Wayne simply disappeared into Sgt. Brown's mouth. Sgt. Brown’s mouth closed easily and he took one last deep breath and swallowed hard. Pvt. Wayne soon disappeared totally into his Sgt. Brown’s waiting stomach. He was finally and fully consumed as promised!

Once all of Pvt. Wayne's body had entered Sgt. Brown’s stomach Pvt. Wayne struggled with all his might. Sgt. Brown liked this part best. It meant that one more would never go way. They were always a part of the military, they would never separate.

Sgt. Brown strokes his now distended gut and said, “That's a good boy. Just relax. I’m responsible for making sure you’re always a part of the service. Don’t worry. It’s okay boy, it’ll be over for you soon enough.”

Like anything consumed Pvt. Wayne quickly began succumbing to consumption; his struggles could only subside. Sgt. Brown simply got up and returned to his own room. To him here was no difference between a hardy meal and a consumed man. Orders are orders. His did like these orders and he smiled as he remembered that the commander had another soldier in mind for his future attention.

Just before he entered his room Sgt. Brown then let out a gigantic belch that reverberated down the hall. This, of course, instantly removed all the air from his stomach and Pvt. Wayne quickly began fading out. Sgt. Brown felt it, he felt the final struggle weaken and Pvt. Wayne's life force and service agreement go silent. When Pvt. Wayne's body finally and fully relaxed Sgt. Brown's stomach contracted and forced Pvt. Wayne's body into a now more digestible mass. There was only a final and slight twitching coming from Pvt. Wayne but, “that’s what they always do,” thought the Sergeant.

He liked those sensations. But he also liked pizza. Men, food, orders: all the same. Just different, pleasurable sensations. From the outside it now looked as though Sgt. Brown had just eaten a grotesque meal at the Mess Hall. No one would ever know that he was in fact now digesting someone.

No regrets, no sympathy. He was, again, only following orders.

“Damn, the Army has been good to me,” he thought and went to bed.

The End