Sarge III
By: Half Inch High

In the morning Sarge awoke and thought how great things were going. He was down to sixteen men, and now by terrifying his men, he’d drawn out two with great potential. Fear was a great identifier, both of strength and weakness. Now it was up to him to orchestrate the end of the other fourteen fucks, and he could enlist the help of his two new protégés, specialists in fact: one an eater, one a cockswallower. He summoned the two guys to his office.

‘Now listen you fucks; I want an end to all this fucking about! You two have the ability to survive and pass. I want you on final parade in a few days time. You’ve gotta work together with me and we’ll cut the numbers down later today. Those fucking halfwits won’t know what shit they’re gonna face, and they’re afraid. I want you two to start enjoying what you’re good at. It’ll make you better fucks in battle. You’ve a long way to go before you get it right, but I’ll show you how good it really gets!’

The two guys were relieved; they’d thought that maybe Sarge had summoned them to swallow them, in whatever way he chose. Now they realised that they were the favoured two, and it made them feel hot that they were going to get the chance to finish off their unsuspecting comrades. They left the office with cocks hard, and hearts racing.

As they got back to the dorm, Sarge was standing in the doorway, ‘So where’ve you two fucks been hiding?’ He wasn’t showing any favouritism. ‘I told you that fast action is best’. The other fourteen guys started returning from their morning shower. Sarge turned to face them, standing alongside the other two guys, Sarge boomed out, ‘The three of us hunters are going run ya down, so ya better get fucking moving dudes!’ And with a wicked laugh, he lunged out at the nearest guy. All fourteen terrified men began to run away, and Sarge with his two new charges rushed after them.

The fourteen guys were really scared, and after a few minutes of the chase, their legs began to weaken, Sarge and his two new pack members were on them in seconds. They’d hunted their prey like wolves, picking off the weakest ones.

Soon the three of them had a guy each and Sarge ordered that he wanted synchronised swallowing.

Sarge had caught one of the smaller guys, who was sobbing and limp with fear, pleading that he too could learn to swallow, and to be given another chance. Sarge just placed him under his boot, pinned him to the ground, and watched the other two guys with their victims.

The first guy, the cockswallower said that he wanted to try oral, Sarge only grinned and said, ‘Don’t care how they go, just fucking make sure they’re gone!’. He’d also caught a smaller lad, and wasn’t having any problem restraining him.

The second soldier was wrestling with his slightly larger prey, and finally having put him in a half-nelson wrestling hold, awaited instructions from Sarge.

Sarge laughing menacingly, and said, ‘On the count of three I want you to put them in your mouths, but head fucking first!’

The other two waited for the countdown and obeyed Sarge’s order. ONE, TWO, THREE.

With that, they and Sarge hoisted their victims over their mouths, and lowered the heads in. The prey was yet again so terrified that all three victims were stiff with terror. Tears fell from their eyes and straight into their captor’s mouths. Sarge grunted, and lowered his meal into an enormous maw. He licked the guys face all over, and sucked the head down, ready for the hard bit, the shoulders. He could feel the guy’s hair tickling the back of his throat, and as he started to lick the guys’ upper back, he let gravity do its job. This back tasted soapy from the recent shower, but no matter, he felt the shoulders go through his mouth, and worked the arms and then the belly button, which had a unique taste. He groaned with pleasure, and turned to watch the other two. His meal was now slipping down nicely, quite slowly, and it was giving him time to taste all those manly flavours. The thigh and cock were at tongue level now, and he could feel the guys’ erection which he wrapped his tongue around, the guy exploded at once and Sarge tasted the salty cum, and moaned with joy. He then swivelled the guy around and licked his ass, damn it tasted sweaty and hot! The guy was now trying to wriggle, so Sarge swallowed hard and worked his way to the ankles and feet, a flavour he’d always liked, and of course when swallowing a guy head first, it meant their end was near! Soon the guy was slipping down Sarge’s gullet and curling up in Sarge’s stomach. Sarge smacked his lips, and belching heavily he walked over to the other two, his gut sticking out. He intended digesting this one slowly.

The cockswallowing guy had panicked a little and swallowed too quickly, he now had two feet sticking out from his mouth and didn’t know what to do. He looked helplessly at Sarge, who only roared with laugher, ‘Bitten off more than you could chew fuck? Well maybe you should pull him out a little and adjust him, I told you to enjoy it, not make it hard!’ The guy obeyed, and pulled his prey out a bit, then swallowing really powerfully, he pulled the guy right inside himself, but maybe just a little too fast. He felt faint, and gave a tiny burp. It was the first time he’d eaten a guy, and he decided he much preferred his other talent. Still he’d gotten a guy in his stomach, and now he was going to enjoy it! Sarge gave him a man-hug, and went to watch the other guy.

The second guy had savoured this moment, and felt brutal. He lowered the guy towards his mouth, enjoying the screamed protests, the insults, the kicking and swearing. It turned him on to have so much power. How his helpless prey fought, how helpless his prey was! He carefully lowered the guys head into his mouth making sure that the guy could see where he was going to end up, then he swallowed a couple of times until the guy was firmly trapped, with the silhouette of his head outlined inside the squaddies’ neck; he then dropped his pants. With one hand he guided the guy down his throat, and then held him fast, closing his mouth and biting a little, he didn’t want to draw blood, that would spoil the game. With the guy held firmly, although shouting insults down his ulvula, the guy began to jerk off, and as he did so, he let his prey slip down his throat, inch by inch. The guy inside had seen the dark pinkish world that was so ready to welcome him, and now his butt was being bitten by his own fucking comrade; being held so tightly meant he couldn’t struggle, and all he could do was shout. His anger was unabated when his face hit something that stung, and smelled like vomit. He knew at once where he was, and as he felt his spine beginning to curl, he screamed and struggled as his arms were loose. It was no good, the fumes and lack of air were overpowering. In a ball, he was totally submerged in the stomach and covered in digestive acids, instinct telling him that time was running out, and second later it did. His captor belched massively and received another man-hug from Sarge. He felt his meal stop struggling and finished jerking off. It was the best jerk-off of his life.

All three stood there, Sarge’s belly was still moving, he’d swallowed a good supply of air to keep his meal alive. The other two had distended guts, and very satisfied smiles on their faces.

Sarge sternly looked across at the survivors, who’d not dared to run away, as they knew how fatal that would have been. There were eleven of them, all white with terror, and Sarge ominously said, ‘I still feel hungry, but this time I want a volunteer! I want one of you fucks to save his comrades, I want a fucking willing little grunt, to satisfy me. Come on grunts, fucking sort it, who’s gonna step forward?!!’

The eleven men looked at each other, confusion wracked their minds, and in the confusion, the youngest shortest lad stepped forward. He knew that his fate was already sealed and realised that getting it over and done with would be easiest. He didn’t want to die, but knew that he soon would anyway.

The towering giant that was Sarge looked mockingly down at him and asked, ‘In my mouth, up my ass, or down my cock? You get the choice of your own fucking end!’ The guy looked up and with mouth open shook his head, after a few seconds he said he didn’t care!

Sarge dropped his pants and said, ‘You’ll be my little pleasure you fucking runt, I don’t know how you survived so fucking long, you pathetic shit, now stick your hands in my cock!’

That sudden command surprised the guy who’d hardly noticed how gargantuan Sarge’s cock had gotten. It was such a powerful order that he sank his hands into Sarge’s piss slit, which felt moist and warm. Sarge's whole body shook at the contact, and a large wicked grin appeared on his face. ‘Push your arms down my cock’ he shouted, and get your head ready to go in, you fucking piece of filth!’ The guy held his tears back and looked at the head of this massive cock, his soon to be tomb. He thrust his arms into the cock and his face was right up to the cock head, he could taste it, slightly piss, slightly salty, he couldn’t bear to think what was happening, and Sarge ordered him to put his head in. He pushed his face into the piss slit, it felt soft, and somehow welcoming, like a damp sleeping bag, he wanted to go in, and he could feel Sarge pushing his shoulders along. Sarge’s whole body was exploding with pleasure, and he had to restrain himself. ‘Crawl into my cock little fuck! CRAWL on your hands and knees!’ Sarge ordered. And soon the guy had crawled right into Sarge’s massive cock. It was damp and dark, and as Sarge grabbed his throbbing cock, there was no longer any room to move. The guy was held tight. Sarge worked his cock, pressing the sides, teasing his latest victim, but this time his WILLING victim. ‘How’s my little fucking volunteer feel now eh?’ he shouted. The guy inside was crying, he’d joined the army to toughen up, and now here he was inside Sarge’s massive cock, never to see the outside, or his family again. Sarge was a ruthless fucker, and he’d coerced him to his doom. Sarge worked his captive towards his balls, the onlookers watching, ten with horror and fear, and the other two grinning and goading him. His little captives’ head reached his balls, but Sarge stopped it right there and kept his prisoner in place, holding the moment as long as he could.

His prisoner was wondering how much longer this torture would go on for in this dark tomb, where he couldn’t move but felt warm and comfortable. His tears were still flowing, and he longed for it to be over. Sarge seemed to know what effect the delay was having, and enjoyed the moment for longer. How hot it felt, how great it looked to see a man sized lump stretched along the shaft of your massive cock. How awesome it must look to the others, this was one of the hottest fucking times he’d ever had. He forgot himself, and pleasured himself by sticking his hand in his own piss slit and tickling his prisoner’s feet. The prisoner yelped with surprise, and with an unfortunate kick he thrust himself into Sarge’s balls. Sarge groaned long and hard until the prisoner began to dissolve. Then Sarge grabbed the nearest guy and fucked him. ‘You get the remains of your fucking comrade up your ass, grunt!’, then rising, he marched his men for a four hour march around the yard.

‘Who’s gonna be next?’ Sarge screamed at them.

Who indeed?

To be continued…..