Sarge IV
By: Half Inch High

Ten guys, two of them ruthless predators, and a violent tempered Sarge ran around the military yard for four hours. Sarge watching for any little sign of weakness in his men. All the time he taunted the eight guys destined to be meals, teasing them about their flavours, how much they’d be enjoyed, and how dark and lonely it was on the way to his stomach. Sarge got a big thrill from scaring his prey, and today he was working up a mighty appetite, plus he wanted the other two members of his pack to be extra hungry, to want to overpower their prey with cold calculating menace. He was instilling their desire and not letting them think about what they did, he wanted to train them that it was instinct, second nature to them. The cruelty wasn’t their concern, they’d have no choice in battle, so why should they bother now?

After four hours, Sarge bellowed out, ‘Right you bunch of fucking women, now you’re all panting and exhausted, I think it’s time you faced the fucking assault course!’

All ten guys groaned, but Sarge gave that wicked grin, and winked at his two charges. They knew at once, like hungry puppies, that Sarge was leading them to another mealtime.

The other eight sensed danger, but knew too well that defying Sarge meant instant punishment, and they all still hoped that they might somehow survive this terror.

Sarge marched them to a massive assault course, ‘What? You want a fucking drink? Drink piss! And with that he dropped his pants and pissed on the guy who’d dared to ask. Sarge was not impressed, and had already earmarked this one to ‘finish’ the assault course early. The guy on the other hand was terrified, for whenever Sarge dropped his pants, another man had always vanished. Not this time; Sarge wanted some fun first.

He called his two favourites across and whispered some instructions to them, they ran off into the distance, leaving eight very scared men standing at the start of the assault course; a very high wall which they had to climb. Sarge roared at them to start the course, and as they scrabbled on the wall, he roared with laughter below them. As the guy who he’d pissed on, started to climb up, Sarge pulled on his boots, and he tumbled to the ground. Stamping his boot on the guys back, holding him to the ground, Sarge hissed low and menacingly, ‘You poor fuck, lost your grip on the fucking wall did you? Poor little shit, there’s no-one left to help you, or see what happened to you, you FUCK!’ The fact that Sarge used the past tense, made the guy start to scream, and on the far side of the wall, his seven comrades feared the worst, but daren’t go back to help, or to look. Sarge hissed again, ‘I feel like a quick snack, just to get my juices going!’ and in a flash, quicker than the guys mind could adapt to, Sarge had whipped him up, ripped off all his clothes, and sucked three quarters of the soldier down his throat. The guy looked at the sky, Sarge’s cruel dark eyes, he looked at his waist inside Sarge’s mouth, and caught the suns reflection from Sarge’s teeth. It was all too much to take in, and he passed out, pleasing Sarge immensely. This brute liked nothing more than terrifying his victims so much that they lost control, and he could have total power. He paused and stood there for a while with the limp man hanging out of his gaping maw, then he strode to the other side of the wall where the waiting squaddies stood, and swallowed hard. They just saw their comrade’s hair vanish into Sarge’s mouth, and a giant lump descending through Sarge’s swollen neck and watched Sarge's belly expand to accommodate his latest meal. He belched in their faces, and pointed to two long tunnels, screaming, ‘The last one in those tunnels is fucking dinner!’

They were really shocked but ran to the tunnels, and on their bellies, they started hauling themselves along the concrete, where the mud and water inside made them gag, it smelled so foul. Outside Sarge laughed loudly.

The first guy into the tunnels, inched himself along, and noticed that the smell was changing, it was getting warmer, the concrete seemed softer, there were spikes sticking out from the top and the bottom, he couldn’t see that they were teeth..... He’d reached the end, and was pushed by the guy behind him, he could hear Sarge laughing, roaring in fact not far away, and as the guy behind him bumped into him again, there seemed to be a sort of ledge, oh god, a trap door which was closing behind him. He scrabbled to try and get out but the trap door was closed, and suddenly he felt himself falling headfirst. How could this be? In his confusion, he felt himself curling up, but still couldn’t think what was happening, and there seemed to be very little air. He heard Sarge congratulating one of the guys outside, and then he heard the screams of his fellow men. They of course could see now that the end of the tunnel was one of their comrades mouths, and one poor guy had gone right in, and been swallowed outright. The guy inside had no idea as he slipped out of consciousness, that he was the food. Sarge was very proud of his latest plan, and the swallower had greatly enjoyed the trick. His cock was rock hard, and he wanted more, he screamed at Sarge, ‘I want more, I want them all, I am their master, they are MY food!!’ Sarge beamed; his latest success was one of his meanest and best ever men. The surviving six terrified soldiers peered out from their tunnel, but there waiting for them was the cock swallowing squaddie, and his cock was engorged and waiting for its next visitor.

He grinned and approached the tunnel, Sarge stood at the other end with his mouth wrapped around it, there was no escape, it was mouth or cock for someone, and Sarge started to tip the tunnel the way of the cock swallower. The six guys screamed and slipped quickly to that end of the tunnel. The cock swallower grinned merrily at Sarge, and suddenly he felt a pair of boots hit his piss slit and slip in. He groaned, it felt a bit strange as he’d only had naked men down there so far, but having someone fully clothed stimulated the inside of his cock, it tickled! Then he realised that there wasn’t one guy, there were two! They’d hugged each other in the tunnel, in their fear, and their feet had slipped in together. Now they’d meet their end in the same position. Sarge continued tilting the tunnel until the two guys, locked in their fatal embrace, were far enough inside the giant cock for the squaddie to start working them for himself. The two men were crying into each others faces, and their new master looked down at them with mock pity. ‘Hey guys, I hope your new home is to your liking, it isn’t that spacious, there’s not much light, and you won’t be getting much time to look around it dudes!!’

He stretched his cock, and softly stroked their heads, like a cat who plays with a mouse before eating it, and all the time was slowly, mercilessly working them in. He felt their pants rubbing the tip of his piss slit, and pulled slowly, their jackets felt even better, tickling and scratching the sensitive shaft; wow this felt hotter than he’d ever felt, two for the price of one, and they were stretching his cock to its limits. Sarge couldn’t believe it, even he’d never been greedy enough to try two at once down his cock. He was standing right over them, savouring every minute. They slipped along nicely, slowly, pleasuring their captor, who was moaning and groaning at every inch, which made them feel sicker than ever. How could he enjoy this, they were going to be cock swallowed, vanish in his balls, and this traitor was loving it? Slowly their shoulders slid down, and the profile of these two men along the shaft of his massive cock was unforgettable. With a heave of his thighs, he sucked them inside. The last they ever saw of the outside world was Sarge grinning at them, and all was dark. They could taste the piss and cum of their prison, and whimpering, felt themselves being slowly pulled down. The squaddie pulled them along from the outside of his cock, coaxing their double embrace to his waiting balls. He could feel tingling down there, and knew how much his nuts were getting excited. He bent double and screamed, willing them down. The long muscular male forms in the shaft begin to disappear into his engorged ball sack, and he stood upright. His jism set to work fizzing around them, dissolving every last trace of the two guys, and within a few minutes the horny guy walked over to Sarge. Sarge bent down, put his mouth over the cock and sucked his man until every last ounce of jism was gone. Smacking his lips, he gave the guy a massive man-hug and remarked how sweet those guys had tasted. ‘Now, how many tasty little fucks are left?’ he roared.

Six guys left, but two of them predators, all of course knew the answer, and how the four prey trembled. The assault course was only half done.

Sarge told them to climb the ropes ahead, and four guys willingly went up. Sarge and his two charges stood below, and started to shake the ropes. The three guys on these ropes clung on for their lives, yelling and screaming, and hugging the piece of rope that really was their lifeline.

The first fell, and Sarge with mouth agape like a crocodile, gulped. The squaddie went in up to his waist, screaming, writhing, flailing his arms. Sarge clamped his jaw, pushing the air, and consequently the fight from his new prey. Tipping his head back, he allowed gravity to kick in. He’d so often taught how gravity is a swallowers best weapon, and now using it to show his charges, let the weakened guy slowly slide down with no effort inside Sarge’s mouth. Sarge stuck his tongue inside his prey’s mouth, savouring the taste (and the irony). He was enjoying this one because the guy was so full of adrenalin, it was coming out in his sweat. Sarge loved the taste of sweat caused by fear, it was sugary, and gave him a high. The guy going inside Sarge was full of anger, and Sarge licking his mouth out was too much, but he was trapped, and knew that all he could do was accept his fate, he resigned himself, closed his eyes, and waited. The guys still on the ropes had a bird’s eye view and watched their colleague’s head as it slipped down. They could even see it as it began to enter Sarge’s stomach, as his mouth was still open so wide. Sarge squashed this one, suffocating him and started to cheer his two charges. Within a couple of minutes, both charges had their mouths full, and as Sarge had taught them, were tasting their food, exploring every inch of their preys body, to the indignation and horror of the prey. Both let gravity kick in, and both swallowed together in stages, watching each other, and learning. Sarge was laughing, cheering, clapping even! With tears in their eyes, the latest meals said goodbye to the world, and began to curl up in their respective stomachs. Sarge shouted, ‘Swallow the air, let them breath, they’ll last for fucking hours’. The two guys obeyed, and gulped down air, sure enough, they felt stirrings inside themselves, and patted their bellies.

‘What to do with the other fuck up there?’ said Sarge.

He’d already decided, and giving the rope and extra tug, the guy fell, Sarge caught him and said ‘Tug of war dudes!’ With that he stuck the lads’ feet into one of his charges mouths, and sucked the head into his own mouth, bidding a tug of war between them They sucked and swallowed until their mouths met halfway, with the terrified prey trapped inside the mouths of TWO guys. Sarge’s fierce eyes looked hotly at his charge, but the other squaddie was hungry, he didn’t care if he pissed off the Sarge. He wanted another meal. Suddenly Sarge let go, and with one massive gulp, like a piece of elastic the prey flew feet first down the throat of the soldier. Sarge stood hands on hips laughing, as the force of the impact threw his charge to the floor. He stood up and swallowed, his prey really fighting him wriggling, swearing and screaming halfway down his throat.

This had to stop, he swallowed, feeling the guys’ arms outside his mouth. He licked them, enjoying the yells of indignation from his stomach, and using his tongue, he worked the arms inside himself. This prey had been angry and tasted quite bitter. He was soon made to stop yelling and fighting, and joined the soft gurgling noises emanating from the squaddies abdomen, from his previous victim. Sarge nodded approvingly, and ushered the two victors back to camp. It had been a really hot fucking afternoon, and the assault course really had been an assault!

To be continued to the conclusion…….