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The Master Sergeant
by Zula (address withheld)

***

A young white officer comes under the influence of his 
Master Sergeant when he mislays some important 
documents. He is blackmailed into revealing a side of 
himself he had never suspected. (MM, reluc, d/s,  1st, 
oral, anal, intr, military)

***

Two men dressed in US Army uniforms sat in the hotel 
lobby waiting for their driver to show up. They were 
on day three of a five day trip. The first two days 
had been briefing several spread out reserve units on 
new training policy and the third day was to be spent 
heading to the annual Command Training conference. The 
two men made a stark contrast to each other. Second 
Lieutenant Don Stewart was 23 years old, 5 foot eight 
and weighed 150 pounds. 

Attached temporarily to the Command Headquarters while 
waiting for a unit slot to open up, the young white 
Second Lieutenant was still green and worried about 
impressing the right people. His companion, a big 
black Master Sergeant with nearly thirty years in the 
service, was more relaxed and relied on his extensive 
experience, service contacts and rank to glide through 
the meetings and briefings exuding authority and 
receiving unquestioned respect. 

Master Sergeant Darnell Armstrong was getting ready to 
retire. While still fit, he was heavy at over 200 
pounds on a 6 foot muscular frame. He was held in some 
awe by the young officer, even though he outranked the 
older NCO. 

"Something the matter, sir," asked Master Sergeant 
Darnell Armstrong as he looked up from the newspaper.

"No, Master Sergeant. Just looking for something," 
said the young Second Lieutenant, although the worried 
look on his face said otherwise. He was shuffling 
frantically through his briefcase and then his 
carryall. Obviously looking for something, but not 
finding it. "Look, I'm just going to go back up to my 
room for a second. I'll be right back.

"Alright, sir. The driver will be here in a few 
minutes. We should be hitting the road if we're going 
to check out the conference room today." The Master 
Sergeant returned to the morning paper and smiled to 
himself at the panicked look on Don Stewart's face as 
the young Lieutenant scurried off.

By the time he returned, the driver had arrived and 
their bags were already loaded. The Master Sergeant 
was sitting in the back waiting. With another four 
hours ahead on the road, he had removed his tunic keep 
it from being creased. Second Lieutenant Stewart did 
the same and joined him in the back. With a nod from 
the Master Sergeant, the young Hispanic driver, 
Private Gomez, pulled out of the hotel parking lot and 
onto the Interstate highway. 

An hour later, the young officer couldn't stand it 
anymore and finally confessed to the Master Sergeant 
that he had not only misplaced the General's 
presentation, but also a secret document that should 
have been secured back at base prior to the trip. He 
had been in too much of a hurry to go out on a rare 
date the previous weekend before the trip. Rather than 
wait for the secret document custodian to return to 
his secure area, he had just slipped it in with the 
General's presentation and now couldn't find either. 

"I swear I had them at our last stop - I know I did, 
but I didn't check last night. Nobody would just walk 
away with them."

The Master Sergeant looked at him coolly and said, 
"Sucks to be you, sir."

"What am I going to do."

The Master Sergeant looked at him long and 
thoughtfully. "Well, sir, we should have stayed at the 
hotel and completed a full search and back tracked to 
the last place you know for sure you had it - then 
called in the Military Police if we didn't have any 
luck. The shit would have hit the fan, but at least 
you reporting it right away would have been in your 
favor - but it's way too late for that now. Gomez, 
pull into the next gas station, I need to make some 
phone calls to some friends."

"Here, use my cell phone," offered the young officer.

"No, I don't think so, sir, we don't want these calls 
traced on military phone records. The General not 
flying in until the last day of the conference for his 
keynote address so we have time to get the 
presentation ready. But the secret document, that's a 
bit more difficult, However, I think I know what we 
can do."

"What?"

"Just leave it to me, sir."

The young Second Lieutenant felt relieved now that the 
worry was being shared but he was still scared of the 
consequences. His military career could be coming to a 
screeching halt before it even began and possibly with 
some time in a military prison. His gut churned just 
thinking about it. He was grateful for the vastly 
experienced Master Sergeant sitting next to him who 
was taking control of the situation in such a calm and 
assured manner. Mind you, it wasn't his career on the 
line.

As they entered the gas station, the Master Sergeant 
told Gomez to fill up while he and the young officer 
sorted out this mess. He made one call and then asked 
the Second Lieutenant to phone information for another 
number while he spoke to Gomez. He was back a couple 
of minutes later with a small white plastic bag, took 
the number from the officer and told him it would best 
if he was not privy to the next conversation. 

Moving away, Second Lieutenant Stewart wondered what 
was being said, but a few minutes later the Master 
Sergeant waved him over. "Okay, sir, I think we've 
just about got it covered. Just a few more things need 
to be done and your officer's commission should be 
safe."

"Thank you, Master Sergeant, how..."

The Master Sergeant held up his hand and offered a 
half-smile," Can't tell you, sir, I'd have to kill 
you." He passed him a small plastic bag. "Go in the 
Men's room and put these on if you want to be saved. 
Put yours in the trash. Otherwise the deal will fall 
through and to be honest with you, Leavenworth here 
you come."

Stunned at the threat of the infamous military prison, 
the young officer began to open the bag when the 
Master Sergeant stopped him and said again, ""Go in 
the Men's room and put these on - and put yours in the 
trash. I'll meet you at the car"

Confused, he went to the Men's room which was open. 
Don fumbled around for the light switch and, locked 
the door to the filthy toilet area. Then he opened the 
bag. Inside were a pair of boy-cut white panties with 
an loosely embroidered front. He was stunned. "What 
the hell!"

Don opened the door, but the Master Sergeant wasn't to 
be seen. He closed and locked it again while he tried 
to figure out what was happening. Where the hell had 
the Master Sergeant got the panties from? He tried 
weighing the pros and the cons of the situation but 
quickly realized he didn't have anything to work with 
other than the choices of prison or career salvation. 
But what if the Master Sergeant was unable to sort out 
the secret document problem? And how was he going to 
do it? And why the panties? His gut churned with 
indecision and his thinking felt frozen. 

Finally, his mind shut down and his body took over, 
automatically moving. Don took his trousers and 
underwear off and tossed his briefs in the garbage 
bin. He pulled the white panties on and looked down at 
the front where some his blond pubic hair and parts of 
his cock were visible through the embroidered front. 
They actually fit which surprised him. He felt the 
momentary thrill of a taboo - he was wearing women's 
panties and they were comfortable as he felt his satin 
smooth buttocks. He felt a distinct arousal in his 
prick.

His mind flashed back to when he had been young boy 
and would hang around with his tomboy cousin who was 
two years older. She use to out wrestle him and then 
make him say uncle, or sit on his chest and tickle him 
until he peed his pants. One of her favorite tricks 
was to make him submit to her demands and wear her 
panties. 

He smiled ruefully remembering those days and wondered 
where she was now. Realizing he was taking too long, 
he quickly put his trousers back on and left the 
washroom for the car. Getting in the backseat, he 
found he could not meet the Master Sergeant's 
inquiring gaze. Gomez pulled back onto the highway and 
they resumed their trip.

"Well..."

The young officer blushed and the Master Sergeant had 
his answer. Still he demanded, "Show me."

Not wanting to draw attention to the backseat, Don 
looked nervously at the driver in front of them and 
then with shaking hands undid his belt buckle and slid 
the zipper down. He was shocked when the Master 
Sergeant black hand slid into his trousers and rubbed 
his prick through the white panties. Much to his 
horror, his penis already slightly engorged, began to 
harden further from the contact with the man's hand. 
"Oh shit," he thought. 

"Very nice, sir. Looks like they're a nice fit. 
Probably feel good too, don't they?... Don't they, 
sir."

"Yes, Master Sergeant."

The situation was getting weirder by the moment and he 
couldn't believe he just said yes to the Master 
Sergeant's question and turned even redder in the 
face. He tried to restrain the persistent black hand 
stroking his cock and whispered so the driver couldn't 
hear, "don't... please don't." 

"Only pussies wear panties, sir," said Master Sergeant 
Armstrong in his normal loud voice, ignoring the 
feeble attempt of the Second Lieutenant to stop him 
from rubbing the penis. "You a pussy boy, sir?"

The young officer heard the driver snigger at the 
question. "No... no, I'm not."

"Well, sir, what are you wearing?"

After what seemed a very long silence came the 
whispered and defeated answer, "Panties."

"Well, sir, that makes you a pussy boy then. You're so 
excited your wienie is leaking. And we all know what 
pussy boys like doing, don't we, sir." Master Sergeant 
Armstrong undid his trouser and underwear and pulled 
them down his legs, exposing his large black cock and 
balls. "Touch it."

"I-I can't..." mumbled the young man mesmerized by the 
sight of the large uncut black cock growing harder as 
they spoke.

"Yes, you can - and yes, you will, sir. Otherwise, a 
certain white boy is going to be turned over to the 
military police for losing secret documents and I 
think they will find it very interesting that an 
officer is wearing women's panties with cum stains on 
the front. That should seal your reputation and career 
as a pussy. Now touch it!" The large, black hand 
grabbed the young officer's hand and held it against 
the growing black cock. "There you go, sir. That's not 
so bad, is it? Now stroke it"

The Master Sergeant moved both of their hands up and 
down the lengthening rod several times. It took a 
moment for the young officer to realize that the 
Master Sergeant had stopped guiding his hand which was 
still stroking the black cock. You're doing fine, sir, 
now just pick it up and put your hand around it - just 
like you do when you jack your little wienie off. 
That's it"

"Ever suck cock before, sir?" The white officer shook 
his head "no" as his hand moved up and down the erect 
black penis. The Master Sergeant placed a big hand 
behind the young officer's head and slowly pulled it 
towards his crotch. "Well, today's your day, pussy 
boy. We're going to take that cherry mouth right now. 
Open up, sir."
 
Don looked at the Master Sergeant and then at the back 
of the driver's head and back to the Master Sergeant 
as his head was slowly forced downwards to the waiting 
black prick. "Please... no... no... " he whispered. As 
his head was forced closer and closer to the black 
man's groin, and with no hope of stopping it, "Just 
once..."

"Why sure. Now take it in your mouth, sir," he said as 
he forced the young officer's head down. "Keep your 
eyes on the road, Gomez. Sir needs some privacy and 
time while he learns to do his white pussy boy's duty. 
Gomez, you'll find what you need in my briefcase 
beside you on the front seat. Just pick a good place." 

Don Stewart couldn't believe he was actually doing 
this as the insistent hand pulled his head closer and 
closer to the thick black cock. Unseen by him, Gomez 
adjusted his driving mirror so he could watch the 
show. Closing his eyes, Don opened his mouth and 
allowed the cock to enter. 

His mouth ovalled around it. The bulbous head, half 
covered by the foreskin, was large but warm and firm 
to the touch. It was the first time Don had ever seen 
an uncut penis up close and certainly the first to 
enter his mouth. It was so different from his own 
circumcised prick. The black shaft was hard and the 
black balls were loose in the sweaty scrotum. 

The scent overwhelmed his senses causing his pulse to 
race. Don lowered his mouth over the black cock and 
then sealed his lips around it as he drew his head 
back up. As he pushed his mouth down the shaft the 
second time his lips dragged the foreskin back over 
the cock head. He could taste and smell the smegma 
under the foreskin. 

The Master Sergeant's huge penis began to move in and 
out of Don's mouth, each time pressing deeper and 
harder against the back of his throat. It made him gag 
reflexively and his eyes teared. But the black cock 
remained there not moving until the gagging stopped 
and then pushing in a little farther. The young 
officer struggled to breath but couldn't. Finally the 
cock was pulled back slightly as he spluttered and he 
could breathe again. 

Then the thrusts began again. "You're doing fine, sir. 
With a bit more training you'll be a good little white 
cocksucker. Now use more tongue on the head and pump 
the shaft a bit harder. Lock your lips on the down 
stroke so you move the foreskin back. That's it, 
sir... you're learning quickly. Enjoying it too, 
aren't you? You white kids make great cocksuckers, 
especially the officers... Yeah! Suck that cock, pussy 
boy. Take my big fat dick! Look up at me, sir."

Don looked up giving the Master Sergeant a good view 
of his black cock moving in and out of the young white 
man's lips. He felt his balls tightening in his 
scrotum. "That's it, sir. You're doing great. Keep 
looking up. Now, how about a little deeper. You're 
going to take my load, aren't you, sir? That's right, 
I'm going to shoot my cum and you're going to swallow 
it into your white belly." 

A sharp bolt of submission shot through Don's body to 
his groin. Oohh God! He was sucking another man's 
cock. He was an officer and he was sucking an enlisted 
man's cock - a black cock. And there was a witness to 
this sex act - another enlisted man. He had never 
thought of doing such things. While he had the 
occasional success bedding a woman, his sex life had 
been pretty ambivalent even as a teenager. Now he was 
sucking off a man, his own erect penis twitched in the 
smooth panties and leaked more pre-cum. What was he 
doing? What could he do? He lowered his head and his 
mouth slid back down the cock.
 
Caught up in the action of the moment, Don hadn't 
realized that the car had pulled down a side road and 
gently stopped. Suddenly the Master Sergeant's body 
tightened and he pulled the young officer's head up by 
his hair. With the black cock in his mouth exploding 
and the cum dripping from the corners of his mouth, 
the young officer was forced to swallow with several 
panicky and noisy gulps. As he did so, he looked 
directly into the digital camera held by Private Gomez 
standing at the open back door of the car taking 
pictures. 

The black cock jerked out of his mouth and spurted 
some more cum onto the shocked officer's face. It was 
plastered in Don's eyes, hair and face with cum 
hanging from his lips and chin. Gomez took picture 
after picture. Finally it was over. And the Master 
Sergeant smiled with self-satisfaction. "Did you get 
some good action shots of our little pussy boy, Gomez. 
I think he likes being a white cocksucker the way he 
was swallowing my black dick. Don't you, sir. Just 
like one of the girls." 

Don could feel the thick semen dripping from his chin 
as wiped the cum from his eyes. He was still trying to 
recover his breath when the Master Sergeant told him 
to lick the cum off his cock. That strange feeling 
came back over him in a wave. It was one of total 
submissiveness and he didn't hesitate. He began to 
lick the black penis clean as it tried to withdraw 
into the foreskin. The cum was thick and salty. 

"Look this way, sir and lick your lips," commanded 
Private Gomez. To his shame and excitement, he did as 
the camera clicked rapidly.

Three hours later they arrived at the hotel where they 
were both booked in, a perk of the Headquarters staff. 
Only Gomez had space in the billets on base. After 
checking in, Private Gomez picked up the officer's 
luggage and led the way to the elevator. The Master 
Sergeant turned to the young officer and said, "Bring 
my bags up, sir" and walked away. 

The young officer flushed with embarrassment, but did 
what he was told. He had a lot of time to think about 
what he had done in the car. They hadn't spoken for 
the rest of the trip, each caught up in their own 
thoughts. Don was very aware of the women's panties he 
was wearing and the sexual buzz it gave him. In his 
mind, he kept replaying the black cock cumming in his 
mouth and on his face. 

He had never imagined anything like it. But more than 
that, the incredulous horror and excitement of 
spurting his own semen into the panties he was wearing 
when it happened. Now he wondered if he had already 
paid the price needed for the Master Sergeant's help, 
or if there were to be more demands. And how the hell 
was he going to get the missing secret documents 
replaced without being caught; cashiered from the Army 
and doing prison time. 

The two rooms were side by side. The Master Sergeant 
picked one and told Gomez to put the bags inside and 
then told the officer to put his bags in the same one. 
"Gomez, you've been upgraded from billets to the other 
room. Park the car and bring your bags up; then report 
to me." 

After Gomez left, a self-satisfied Master Sergeant 
Armstrong turned to the young officer. "You were a 
good pussy boy in the car, sir. Just a natural, cock 
sucking white officer enjoying black meat. No shame in 
that. Now take your clothes off except for your shirt 
and panties. We are going to continue your education, 
sir."

A knot of uncertainty sank in his stomach and Don 
started to protest but saw the black man scanning 
through the pictures on the digital camera and quickly 
knew there was no point. Any plea of innocence would 
be damned by the photographic evidence. He undressed 
and finally stood in front of the Master Sergeant 
wearing nothing but his shirt and the white panties. 

While he had been naked in his life around other men 
before, he had never undressed for another man, 
especially one who remained fully clothed. Wearing the 
white panties with cum stains on the front, he felt 
even more vulnerable and yet his penis was already 
semi-engorged with a nervous excitement he could not 
explain, nor control. "Undo your shirt and pull it 
away so I can see your pretty panties. Look this way. 
Smile, sir," said Master Sergeant Armstrong as he took 
a picture and didn't say anything about the obvious 
cum stain.

Private Gomez returned with a small knock on the door 
before entering. Don watched him hang a "do not 
disturb" sign on the outside door knob and noticed 
Gomez didn't lock it, which just led to his increased 
nervousness of discovery. He was about to say 
something when he suddenly stopped himself, realizing 
he no longer controlled... or perhaps more 
disturbingly, didn't want to control anything.

"Gomez, go over and stand behind the officer and put 
your arms around his waist and nuzzle his neck like 
he's one of your really, really good friends," 
directed the Master Sergeant. "Great picture! Now pull 
his panties down around his ankles so we can get a 
nice full frontal and resume the position behind him. 
Good... Gomez, give sir a full wet kiss."

The young Hispanic stepped in tight and looked into 
the young officer's eyes. Gomez's hands sought out 
Don's small nipples, pinching them hard and pulling at 
them. As Don moaned and his head dropped forward, 
Gomez cradled the young officer's face and turned it 
for a kiss. Don just stood there motionless, his legs 
were hobbled by the white panties pooled around his 
ankles. 

Gomez's eager tongue pressed against his lips and he 
finally and slowly allowed it to enter. A man's mouth 
on his... the kiss.....the invading tongue was 
demanding, but soft. No different than a woman's, 
except he was the one surrendering his mouth. As long 
as he didn't see Gomez actually kissing him, it might 
be alright. Don closed his eyes; his stiff body seemed 
to collapse in surrender to whatever Gomez was doing 
to him. 

The tongue plunged deeper into his mouth as he stood 
awkwardly with his hands by his side, not knowing 
quite what to do. Then, slowly, his hands came up and 
gently cupped Gomez buttocks and held him closer to 
his own body, trying to ignore the camera in video 
mode.

Gomez began gently fucking Don's mouth with his tongue 
while his hand ravaged first a nipple, and then 
dropping, stroked Don's hardening penis. The young 
officer let out a little groans as the Hispanic began 
to nibble and lick his ear and then nuzzled his neck. 
Gomez sucked hard leaving two bright hickies on the 
pale skin.

"Take his cock out, sir, give it a kiss," said the 
Master Sergeant watching and taking pictures from a 
chair.

With Gomez's hands pressing on his shoulder, the young 
officer slowly slid to his knees. Don worked the belt 
free and the zipper open and pulled Gomez's trousers 
down. He suddenly looked up into the young Hispanic's 
face with complete surprise. Gomez was wearing pink 
panties. 

The Master Sergeant laughed at the look on the young 
officer's face. "You can thank Gomez for that nice 
pair of panties you're wearing, sir. Now pull his 
panties down and give his cock a kiss. Don't suck it, 
just a kiss, sir" 

With shaking hands, Don pulled the pink panties down 
Gomez's thin legs. Gomez had no pubic hair or hair on 
his legs. His shaved cock was short, fat and almost 
fully erect with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. 
Mesmerized at the sight, Don's tongue reached out and 
licked the tip, then pursed his lips and kissed the 
bulbous cock head. Gomez sighed contentedly and pushed 
his cock forward against the officer's lips.

"Gomez," warned the Master Sergeant. "Sir, get your 
shaving kit and go with Gomez into the bathroom. Let 
him make you presentable. As a pussy boy, you don't 
need all that excess body hair. There's something 
really sexy about a shaved pussy whether it's a man or 
a woman. I'll be stepping out in a few minutes and 
when I come back, sir, I want you squared away." 

After the two had gone into the bathroom and closed 
the door, the Master Sergeant made a quick phone call 
and then rummaged through his bag and brought out a 
large envelope and quickly wrote on it. From his 
suitcase, he withdrew the secret document folder and 
the hardcopy of the General's speech and placed them 
inside the envelope. Satisfied he went down to the 
lobby and gave it to the receptionist to hold for 
pickup by the person named on the front. 

Gomez had the young officer sit on the edge of the 
bathroom vanity while he rummaged through Don's 
shaving kit and ran water into the sink. "Lift your 
arms, chica," he ordered and lightly soaped the white 
armpits. He brandished Don's razor, he began to shave 
the downy blonde hair away. The light hair on his 
chest and around his nipples was next. Gomez handed 
him back his own razor and said "You do your legs, 
sir, I'll be right back."

Don, resigned to his fate, was still working on his 
first leg when Gomez returned carrying his own shaving 
bag. Let's get your pussy ready." Don was going to 
argue but thought better of it and did what he was 
told. Gomez knelt between Chris's legs and using a 
small pair of scissors, clipped away as much hair as 
he could. They moved to the shower to complete the 
job. First Gomez shaved the young officer's other leg 
and arms. Satisfied, he lightly soaped up the pubic 
hair and penis taking a few extra liberties of 
stroking the young officer's prick. Then he began to 
remove the hair quickly but carefully with the razor. 

When he was finished Gomez turned off the water. "Lie 
down on the shower floor, sir. Gomez pushed him flat 
on his back and raised his feet until they were 
supported by the shower ledge, and he took his time 
around the ball sack and penis. Throughout, Don had 
said nothing and followed every instruction given to 
him, including holding his ass checks apart as Gomez 
carefully took off the sparse hair between Don's legs 
and around his asshole. Gomez surveyed the job and 
expressed his satisfaction. 

He turned the hot water back on and watched as the 
young man washed away the last traces of soap and body 
hair. Then he used a bottle of baby oil, rubbing all 
over the young man's body before pushing him back 
under the hot shower. Gomez took one of the fluffy 
hotel towels and patted him down. He stood there in 
front of Gomez shaved clean except for his head. The 
body in the mirror looked and felt soft and feminine. 
A small tremor of excitement ran through his being.

"Hola, gringa," said Gomez as he took an unresisting 
officer into his arms and gave him a deep kiss. His 
hands ran over the smooth lightly oiled white skin. 
"Have you ever had a man before, chica? No, I didn't 
think so. You are lucky to have the Master Sergeant 
for your first one. He will be kind to you if you 
try... just don't make him angry. "

Gomez picked up the soiled white panties that the 
young officer had been wearing. "Fill the sink with 
warm water and wash out your panties, sir." As Don 
quietly did what he was told, Gomez brought out a pair 
of light blue panties and placed them on the young 
officer's shaving kit. "Here a second pair of panties 
for you, that way you can always have a clean pair 
ready. Now I'll help to prepare your virgin boy 
pussy."

 Gomez took a tube of K-Y from his pants pocket 
hanging on the door. Using a large dab he placed the 
cool lube against Don's anus, causing him to jerk 
away. "Give me your right hand, sir." He guided the 
hand down Don's own crack and then guided the thumb 
against the anus. "Use your thumb, sir."

When Don did so, Gomez took control of the hand and 
had the young officer fucking his ass with his own 
thumb. "Now bend over and hold onto the sink with both 
hands." The Hispanic added more lube and used first 
one finger and then two fingers, always using lots of 
lube. "Push back, gringa, that's it... see that makes 
it feel better... yes, you are doing good." Don moaned 
as a third finger and more lube were added to his 
stretched asshole. 

The pressure on his prostate and the nerves in his ass 
caused his prick to enlarge. Gomez reached around and 
stroked the young officer to a soft erection that he 
left tantalizingly unfulfilled. Finally he stopped and 
turned Don around and looked him softly in the eye. 
"We are the same, sir. Just two chicas. But you 
haven't said thank you to me for the panties or 
helping you to become a little gringa. That is not 
very nice . I want you to say thank you." 

Gomez's hands pressed slowly down on the young 
officer's shoulders and Don slid to his knees in front 
of the enlisted man. He automatically opened his mouth 
and the short, stubby cock was soon pushed into his 
mouth. It was only the second cock he had ever sucked 
and he was amazed at how different it was from the 
Master Sergeant's. Gomez reached down with his hands 
cupping the back the officer's head. 

Then he gently started to thrust his cock into my 
waiting mouth. The young Hispanic smiled triumphantly 
as the white officer bobbed his mouth up and down on 
his prick and then began using his hands to stroke the 
olive skinned penis. It felt good for Gomez, but to 
Don's surprise, he pulled out before ejaculating and 
pulled the young officer upright. Gomez gave him 
another deep kiss and said, "You're welcome, sir. Now 
I think the Master Sergeant is waiting for his new 
gringa."

Master Sergeant Armstrong was sitting naked on the 
couch watching TV when they came out of the bathroom. 
Under the steady gaze of the black man, the young 
officer suddenly felt very self-conscious in his new 
nakedness and his hands covered his shaven penis and 
balls. "Thank you, Gomez," said the Master Sergeant, 
"for looking after sir. Looks like you did a very nice 
job. Sergeant Tully will be by shortly to see you, so 
off you go to your room and we'll see you in the lobby 
tomorrow morning at 0700 with the car."

As the room door closed behind Gomez, Master Sergeant 
Armstrong looked at the young officer with a stare 
that Don could not match. The young man looked down at 
the floor. "Come here, sir."

The big black man reached out and brought Don to him 
until he straddled the thick black legs. The Master 
Sergeant, without effort, pulled the young officer up 
onto the couch until he was astride his groin. "You 
feel and smell nice. Are you a little white pussy, 
sir? Come on, tell me. It's alright, there's no shame 
in being a black man's pussy boy."

The strong black arms guided the smaller white body, 
pulling Don forward with ease. His thick tongue 
pierced the white lips without effort and took control 
of the young officer's mouth. Don could only moan as 
the tongue explored his mouth. Where Gomez's tongue 
had been light and quick, the black man's was slow and 
dominant. The Master Sergeant twisted the small, erect 
pink nipples hard causing Don to try and pull back, 
"Please - not so hard." Darnell Armstrong smiled as he 
noted that the young man hadn't said to stop.

"You want me to be gentle, sir? I asked you before. 
Are you a little white pussy boy? Come on, tell me," 
demanded the Master Sergeant, "Or do you want me to 
hurt you." This time he bent his head and bit the 
nipple hard. Don couldn't even move his arms to 
protect himself. "No, please don't," he begged.

"Well?" 

"Yes... I'm... a... white... pussy... boy...."

"Then I think we'll call you, Donna when we're 
together. When we are around other people I will treat 
you with the respect your commission deserves even 
though we both know that you're a little pussy boy 
wearing woman's panties. Now, what's your name, sir!"

"Don... Donna," he whispered, not meeting the Master 
Sergeant's eyes.

"That's right. And you're going to be my white pussy-
boy, aren't you, Donna!"

"Y-yes. I'm your pussy boy."

The Master Sergeant smiled and sucked on Don's small 
pink nipples gently and then began rubbing his erect 
black cock up between the white oiled buttocks. "And 
you love sucking black cock... don't you, pussy-boy. 
You want it, don't you... I said, don't you."

"Yes... Master Sergeant."

Darnell Armstrong pushed his legs wider, which in turn 
spread Don's. "Lift your butt and put my black cock in 
your white pussy, sir. Do it." This was the moment 
Darnell Armstrong had always loved. He had fucked men 
and women of every color, but what he loved best was 
taking away a white man's sense of being, his manhood, 
on the tip of his black cock. And for it to be a young 
white officer made it all the more sweet. When he was 
younger he used to physically hurt them and humiliate 
them. 

Now he just turned them into pussy boy's through 
natural intimidation - and a little blackmail if 
necessary. He smiled as he watched the young man grasp 
with the implication of making himself a white pussy 
for real. "What's the matter, Donna, lots of women 
enjoy getting fucked in their boy pussies as well as 
their girl pussies. Never fuck a woman in her boy 
pussy?"

"No, Master Sergeant." There had been one girl who 
wanted him to do it, but he had inserted his penis in 
her vagina instead. With a small nervous gasp, Don 
reached back held it between his buttocks and slowly 
lowered himself onto the stiff cock. The Master 
Sergeant held him around his slim waist, neither 
helping nor hindering the process, just watching him 
intently. Darnell wanted the young man himself to put 
the black cock in his white ass. 

Don gasped as he felt it enter the outer sphincter and 
stretch his anus wide. It was tight as it slid part 
way in and stopped when it hit the inner sphincter. 
Thanks to Gomez's earlier lube job, it wasn't too bad. 
His breathing was notably faster. "That's it, sir. Now 
just hold it until you're comfortable and then slide 
up and down a few times." 

The Master Sergeant dropped a hand to the small 
engorged white prick and stroked it gently. "Your 
little wienie is leaking, Donna. You must be enjoying 
it. Don't stop pushing up and down on my cock. That's 
it, Donna. You are really getting off on being fucked 
by a real man. Aren't you? Now let's go deeper."

Despite adding pressure against his male "hymen", the 
inner sphincter held firm. "It hurts," complained the 
young white officer, "It hurts." As he tried to squirm 
back up, the Master Sergeant grabbed his waist and 
pulled him down as he thrust his black cock upwards, 
pushing deep into the pink sphincter ring. The pain 
was intensely sharp and tears began to stream from 
Don's eyes. 

His head arched back as he yelped in distress and the 
thick black cock was suddenly through and his buttocks 
sank downwards. He could feel the black coarse pubic 
hair of the Master Sergeant grind against his white 
buttocks. The pain gave way to a mix of relief and 
discomfort as his sphincter tightly stretched and held 
around the black cock. The Master Sergeant held him in 
place, not moving, and letting him become use to the 
thickness in his boy pussy. 

Still absorbing the painful intrusion and breathing 
short panting breaths, Don's head fell onto Master 
Sergeant's Armstrong's broad shoulder. With a big, 
black hand running gently up and down the white back 
of the young man, Master Sergeant Armstrong, said 
gently, "I've just taken your virginity. Busted your 
white cherry, Donna. Now you really are a pussy boy." 
 
He lifted Don's face and kissed him slowly and softly. 
"I want you to fuck yourself using your legs. Take it 
slow and easy. Stop when you want... Come on... fuck 
your little white boy pussy on my cock, sir."

Wiping the tears of pain away from his cheeks, Don 
nodded slowly. The white body tentatively began to 
move up and down on the black cock. Eventually, Don 
raised his hips upwards until just the thick head 
remained inside and then he slid slowly down, and 
again... and again. A shudder and thrill ran through 
his body, his prick engorged with the rubbing of his 
prostate.

Master Sergeant Darnell Armstrong was loving every 
sensation that the young white officer's tight ass was 
giving him. But more than that, he was enjoying his 
control over the young man. His domination was nearly 
complete as Don's soft rounded hips started to hump 
almost eagerly back and forth on the skewering cock. 
The Master Sergeant soon stopped him in mid-stroke. 
"Okay, Donna, you've had your fun, now it's my turn. 
Get off me and onto the bed on your hands and knees. 
Face towards the door."

The Master Sergeant added more KY gel to his cock and 
clambered up between the legs of the young officer. 
It's time, Donna - I want you to be a good fucking 
pussy for me." Pressing against the still partially 
opened ass, he pushed his black cock firmly into the 
waiting boy pussy. Steadily, but gently, the black 
cock went forward meeting some resistance but always 
moving deeper and deeper as the white ass tried to 
readjust to the invading thickness. Don began panting 
in anticipation of pain as it pushed back through the 
deflowered interior sphincter. "Easy, Donna...easy, 
baby. You're doing good." 

Darnell Armstrong just kept going, slowly sliding inch 
after inch of black cock into Don's white boy pussy. 
With the coarse pubic hair brushed Don's ass cheeks, 
the Master Sergeant slowly withdrew, before gently 
sliding in again. He repeated the action several 
times, stopping each time with all but the black 
uncircumcised cock head removed... before sliding 
smoothly and gently back between the white ass cheeks. 
This time Don arched his hips and began to hump 
backwards; squeezing his eyes shut as the very strong 
emotions of submission and excitement washed over him. 
He was being fucked by a man... a black man... an 
enlisted black man... in his officer's boy pussy.

"That's it, baby, move those hips, Donna." 

They were both beginning to sweat and the young man 
was arching his back to meet the black man's thrusts. 
Armstrong quickened his pace, thrusting his cock 
deeper and harder into the white ass. His balls began 
to slap Don's ass with each stroke. The Master 
Sergeant drew Don's attention to the mirror across the 
room. "Look at yourself, sir...on all fours, being 
dog-fucked like a bitch and your white boy pussy being 
fucked by a real man.... a black man." 

Don was mesmerized by the sight in the mirror. The 
large black man, his skin glistening black with sweat, 
was holding the white hips in place as he drove his 
thick black cock in and out. He looked at the 
dominant, conquering face of the Master Sergeant 
looming above his white body. The bed was squeaking in 
time with the fucking. His own face looked back at him 
in the mirror showing his obvious submission and 
acceptance of being a white pussy boy for the black 
Master Sergeant. He groaned with pleasure and 
excitement as the thick shaft stroked against his 
prostate. Don's own hard white prick bounced beneath 
him with every thrust he was given. His balls were 
tightening in the small white sack.

"Yeah, Donna. Take my big black cock up your tight 
little pussy hole. Look at yourself! Mounted and 
fucked by a real man. You're enjoying every inch, 
aren't you sweet cheeks?" 

 The squelching of the lubrication in his ass from the 
pistoning of the Master Sergeant's cock filled Don's 
ears obscenely and the heavy black balls slapped 
against his upturned ass. Don couldn't help his 
reaction. His hips were undulating faster as he met 
the thrusting cock in his ass "That's it, Donna. Come 
on, sweetheart, be a good pussy boy for me," cooed 
Darnell in his ear. "I want you to come for me, sir. I 
want you to cum while I'm fucking your pussy." 

Don closed his eyes. And he began to squeeze his ass 
muscles, not to repulse the thick black invader, but 
to stroke it's full length, to squeeze it, and to make 
it pump it's hot load of cum into his body. Oooh! God, 
he really was a pussy. All of sudden his prick began 
spurting as he moaned with the release and the 
excruciating pleasure. His arms buckled and his head 
dropped to the bed as the Master Sergeant continued 
fucking the upturned white ass.

"That's good, Donna. That's alright, sir. You just 
came from having a big black bone up your boy pussy. 
Just tells me how much you like being pussy fucked by 
a real man. Now let's hear you moan, baby." 

And Don did.

"You know Donna, we should be on a first name basis, 
don't you think?"

"Yes, Master Sergeant," came the moaned reply.

"Good. You can call me Master and I'll call you Donna. 
Okay?"

"Yes, Master Serge... Master."

The Master Sergeant was still taking his time, 
occasionally slapping the white buttocks to get them 
moving again, when the hotel room door opened. 

"Johnny, good to see you," boomed Master Sergeant 
Armstrong at the dark hulk blocking the doorway.

"Darnell, you old reprobate, what have you got 
yourself into now," he said laughing, looking at the 
two men on the bed. The lithe white body with its head 
and shoulders on the bed and its ass raised on its 
knees was being fucked from behind by his old black 
friend. Darnell grabbed Don's head by the hair and 
raised it to look at his friend. "Johnny, I would like 
you to meet Second Lieutenant Donald Stewart. Bit of a 
mouthful, so just call him Donna. Grab a beer - hell, 
grab a piece of this white pussy boy, too. I've only 
just busted both of his cherries today, so be nice to 
Donna."

"Thought you'd never ask, but I'll wait until you 
finish your ride. Got a package for you." Sergeant 
Johnny Tully casually threw a familiar large envelope 
onto the room desk before grabbing a beer and 
collapsing in a chair. He watched his friend Darnell 
pushing his cock in and out of the white boy on the 
bed. The young man was moaning with every deep stroke, 
his hips hunching back to meet each thrust.

"You just missed me busting the Lieutenant's pussy 
cherry about five minutes ago. Donna has already cum. 
He just couldn't take the excitement of my big black 
tool in his pussy. He didn't even have to use his 
hands. Just came like a real pussy. I'm about to give 
him his first ever load of cum up his cunt. Enjoying 
it ,sir, aren't you." When there was no reply, Darnell 
smacked the taunt white buttock hard. "Answer me, 
sir."

"Yes," came the moaned and embarrassed reply.

"Yes - what!"

"Yes... Master."

"That's better," smiled the Master Sergeant to Tully. 
"Donna and I are on a first names basis now that he 
loves having my cock in his white boy pussy. I tell 
you this officer is learning how to keep his troops 
happy." Darnell Armstrong picked up the pace driving 
his cock faster and harder into the upturned white 
buttocks until he finally stiffened and shot a large 
load of cum into Don's ass. "There you go, Donna, you 
sweet little bitch. You've just been bred for the 
first time. Keep hunching your hips, sir, milk my cock 
dry with your pussy muscles."

Don's hips kept moving to meet the thrusts. "That's 
it, sweet cheeks. Good pussy boy, sir."

Collapsing on the bed, Don wasn't allowed to rest. 
Sergeant Tully had already stripped and sat back in 
the easy chair finishing his beer. Unlike Master 
Sergeant Armstrong, his body was flabby with a big gut 
and his skin a darker color. He commanded Don off the 
bed and to him. He studied the shaved body of the 
young officer and the spent white penis and balls that 
had nowhere to hide. "Turn around, Donna. Bend over. 
Let's see your pussy. Pull your ass cheeks apart. 
That's it. Look at that cum leaking out of his 
officer's pussy. Darnell, you need a picture of this." 

Once pictures had been taken, Sergeant Tully ordered 
Don to put on just his uniform shirt with his rank on 
the epaulettes explaining he wanted to see an officer 
suck his cock rather than just some naked white pussy 
boy. "Now get on your knees and crawl between my legs. 
Do your duty, sir, make me hard. Hey, Darnell, he's 
making a mess on the carpet with your cum. We don't 
want the hotel staff to work cleaning it up. Stick the 
neck of my empty beer bottle up sir's cunt so he stops 
dripping." 

"Raise your pussy, sir," said Darnell as he placed the 
beer bottle under him. "Now down."

The long necked beer bottle easily entered his 
recently opened ass, but Don winced as Tully pressed 
down on his shoulders and the broad part of the bottle 
began to spread his anal passage. But his body 
couldn't go down any farther. Very aware of the bottle 
in his ass, Don reached out and stroked the Sergeant's 
thick, erect cock. "You love sucking and fucking black 
cock... don't you, sir. Answer me, boy."

"Yes..."

"Tell me then. What do you need. Look at me, sir"

"Black cock... I need to fuck and suck black cock," 
the young officer whispered. Intense humiliation and 
fear had replaced his submissive excitement. He was 
afraid of this new black man. Lowering his head to the 
waiting black cock, he struggled to take it in his 
mouth. It was much thicker than the Master Sergeant's 
and nearly as long. His jaws ached as he opened his 
mouth as wide as possible and he looked up over the 
flabby stomach into Johnny's Tully's face. 

"That's right... open those pretty white officer lips, 
sir." Sergeant Tully looked back through half closed 
eyes enjoying the sight. A white officer dressed only 
in his uniform shirt with his rank epaulettes was 
between his legs, on his knees and sucking his growing 
black cock. Could life be better? 

Oh yes, the moment when he rammed it in the officer's 
white boy pussy and made him beg for more. But that 
could wait. Instead he watched the young officer's 
face, his mouth drooling out the side as he was 
bobbing up and down on the black cock. Master Sergeant 
Armstrong was right, this kid was a natural born 
cocksucker. He smiled at Darnell who was still taking 
the occasional picture. 

Tully grabbed Don's head and began pumping his cock in 
and out of the young officer's mouth. The young 
officer watched Tully's wiry pubic hair getting closer 
and closer to his lips. The fat cock head hit the 
entrance to his throat and he was having trouble 
breathing. Tears streamed from his eyes. He could hear 
Sergeant Tully shouting in his ear, "That's right, 
white boy. Suck my big black cock! Damn that feels so 
good. Look at your hot white lips stretched around my 
black cock, sir. Loving it, aren't you!" 

After several minutes Sergeant Tully suddenly stopped 
before he came and pulled out of Don's mouth. "Time 
for your pussy hole, sir. "

Darnell was already ahead of Tully and passed a condom 
to the young officer. "Sorry old friend, but I'm the 
only one who will be riding Donna bareback."

"Aahh! Darnell, come on let me pump my baby jizz into 
his pussy."

"No! Put the condom on his cock, Donna," ordered the 
Master Sergeant. He was adamant. He had a recent scare 
with a trusted partner who turned out to be a careless 
slut with HIV. He had himself tested and was relieved 
to be found clean of any STD. He wanted to keep it 
that way. With this young officer, he was confident 
that the sexual risk was nil. If things turned out 
alright, he would keep this pussy boy as an exclusive.

Don fumbled with the condom. He had only worn a few 
and he had never had to put one on someone else 
before. Tully was annoyed with his attempts and more 
aggressive by the time he finished placing it on the 
erect black cock.

"Get down on your back, bitch. Give me your hole." Not 
waiting, he pushed the young officer onto his back, 
grabbed the white feet and pulled him to the chair and 
took the partially filled beer bottle out of his ass.. 
Then forcing Don's knees back, Tully rolled him back 
onto his shoulders with legs spread wide open and ass 
raised and pulled him in tight to the chair. Don's 
knees were nearly on his chest and his pink asshole 
partially opened.

"What's this?" he laughed as he flicked the small 
flaccid white penis. "Shit, my five year old son has a 
bigger cock than that. But then you're a pussy boy, so 
I guess it really doesn't matter, does it, sir."

Lifting his ass slightly off the chair, Tully placed 
his fully erect cock pressing against Don's ass. 
"So white boy, like being on your back with your legs 
spread. Are you ready for my big black cock. Are you, 
sir! Give your hole up to me."

"No... please... your cock is too big! Please, 
no...no... please, be gentle," pleaded the young 
officer as the thick black cock started to force its 
way in. From where he lay the thick cock looked 
massive and ready to split him in two. The fierce look 
on Tully's face had him convinced that the man hated 
all whites - and officers in particular.

"Darnell was semi-amused watching his young officer, 
but he didn't want Tully to undo his careful 
groundwork. He had a suspicion he could turn Don 
Stewart into a willing white pussy boy, but not as 
easily if Tully hurt him or really scared him. Picking 
up the KY jelly, he warned his friend, "Catch... and 
Tully, be nice to Donna. This is only the second cock, 
sir has ever had - so don't, I repeat, don't hurt 
him." 

Don, lying on his back, legs spread, was grateful to 
Darnell as he felt the KY jelly being applied to his 
already opened anus. Tully reamed his ass with two 
thick fingers and then added more jelly. In this face 
to face position Don couldn't deny he was having sex 
with a man. He was looking up at two pricks - one 
rampant black one and his own smaller, spent one. 

The thought of a spare prick at a wedding shot through 
his mind, except his was the spare prick and he was 
about to be fucked as the bride. Don's eyes widened as 
Tully pushed down with his thick cock into the young 
officer's rectum. It painfully caught for a second and 
then Don let out a long groan as it was forced deeper 
and deeper. He closed his eyes as Tully started to 
withdraw and then plunge back in again and again. 
Every time he plunged down with his cock, Tully's 
hands pushed Don's knees back into his white chest. 

In this position, it felt deeper and much wider than 
the Master Sergeant's. His ass had a hard time 
adjusting to the thick cock and when it went past the 
inner sphincter, it still hurt, but the pain was 
temporary and manageable. Don opened his eyes looking 
directly into Sgt Tully's leering face, "Come on white 
bitch... Come on, sir, be a hot little officer pussy 
for me."

Much to Tully's regret, he came much too soon. He was 
just starting to enjoy impaling the young officer and 
making him groan in pain when it was over before he 
had a chance to make him beg properly for his black 
cock. When he pulled out with a plop from the juicy 
upturned ass, Darnell pulled Don up to his feet. "Go 
take a shower, Donna - get cleaned up."

A disappointed Tully watched the young white man 
hobble gingerly to the bathroom trying to stop the 
semen and a tinge of blood running down his legs. 
"Damn! Oh well, Gomez will be getting a long dicking 
from me before I cum a second time. Thanks Darnell for 
letting me fuck your new officer pussy boy - much 
appreciated. Hope to do it again sometime." Sergeant 
Tully dressed, took several beers and went next door 
looking for Gomez and a night's entertainment. 

Before they went out for supper dressed in civilian 
clothing, the Master Sergeant made sure Don was 
wearing his panties. Ignoring the large envelope on 
the room table, Darnell set up their laptop and pulled 
up a copy of the General's presentation. Using a 
memory stick, they dropped it off at the local copier 
store where they were told it would be ready for 
pickup before closing, or they could wait until 
opening in the morning. They told counter staff they 
would pick it up that evening.

Dinner was surreal for Don - just two men sitting 
together having supper - one white and one black. They 
talked sports as they watched the big screen TV. 
Occasionally Don would side glance the big Master 
Sergeant who looked equally imposing in civilian 
clothing as he did in uniform. Whenever Don took off 
his uniform, he always felt his authority slide away. 
He even looked and felt younger as he blended in with 
everyone else. Now he wondered what Darnell Armstrong 
was thinking and what would happen next. He was still 
very conscious of his sore ass. 

At least he wasn't being outed in public. He had a 
mental picture of Sergeant Tully that made him shiver. 
If it were Sergeant Tully, he would be probably have 
him sucking him off in the booth as the food was being 
delivered and everyone would know that he was either 
gay or bisexual. Unconsciously, his hand dropped to 
his lap and he rubbed his prick through the blue 
panties he was wearing under his trousers as he 
pictured the scene. He suddenly saw Darnell looking at 
him and reacted with a guilty start when he realized 
what he was doing. 

After dinner, they were walking back to the Staples 
when Master Sergeant Armstrong veered down a side 
street. The third shop down was a tattoo parlor and he 
directed Don inside. "Been a day to remember," he told 
the young man and suggested he pick out a tattoo to 
mark it. When Don declined, the Master Sergeant told 
him he wasn't suggesting - he was telling - now pick 
one. He looked at the examples on the wall and did not 
really see anything - not that he wanted one at all. 
But he wasn't going to piss off the Master Sergeant 
who was busy speaking to Jake, the owner. He finally 
settled on a small wolf's head. 

Don was visibly shaken when the tattoo artist told him 
to drop his pants and underwear and hop up on the 
table. "What's the matter, sunshine," asked the man 
getting his equipment ready.
 
"I thought you would put it on my arm."

"The Boss man says on your butt - speak to him if you 
got a problem."

"No, it's fine." Don said, not wanting to make a 
scene. He waited for the man to turn away before he 
kicked off his shoes and hurriedly dropped his 
trousers and panties as one, leaving only his socks. 
He made sure the panties weren't visible before he 
quickly lay down on his stomach to hide his shaved 
groin. Still, he felt more than just a little exposed 
lying there naked except for his shirt and socks and 
with his white ass visible to anyone that came in the 
back room. He clenched his ass cheeks slightly and 
hoped the man wouldn't notice his shaved legs and 
butt.

Behind Don, Darnell Armstrong handed the tattooist a 
piece of paper with a design on it. Jake nodded and 
carried on with his preparation. With the tattoo well 
under way and the young man taking the procedure 
reasonably well, Armstrong told Jake he would be back 
in about twenty minutes. He had to pick up some 
material at the Staples. And he was back, just as the 
tattoo was being finished up. He nodded his approval 
of the tattoo work to Jake and gave a thumbs up. 
"Looks good."

Don tried to turn his head to see, but couldn't get 
sight of it and stopped trying. He would see it in the 
mirror later when he stood up - well maybe not. In 
fact now that he was nearly finished, Don started to 
think how he was going to dress without Jake seeing 
the panties and his shaven groin. 

Jake didn't bother showing Don the tattoo with a 
mirror. Instead, he was busy slapping an adhesive 
patch over the tattoo and telling Don to leave it 
covered for 24hours before taking it off. It would 
allow the colored ink to set properly. He could 
shower, but shouldn't get the patch too wet and dry it 
quickly. In case he was wondering how it would look, 
he had placed a wolf head decal outside on the patch.

Don thanked him and lay there, waiting for him to turn 
around and clean his instruments. But before he did 
that the Master Sergeant was behind him telling to 
stay put. He felt a slather of KY put onto his rectum 
and Darnell was inserting a black butt plug in his 
ass. It hurt as it filled his rectum and squeezed 
through his stretched inner sphincter. The black base 
was flared to stop it going too deep and the 
sphincter's grip stopped it from falling out.

Already embarrassed, he slowly eased himself off the 
table. And there was Darnell standing next to Jake 
handing him just his panties to put on. He flushed 
bright red, and quickly stepped into them, pulling 
them up over his shaved cock and balls. He dressed 
quickly. Jake just smiled and said "You have got 
another very nice looking white pussy boy there, 
Darnell, I just bet he loves your black cock up his 
ass and in his mouth." 

"Indeed, he does, Jake, indeed he does." Darnell had 
Don pay Jake including a large tip and they walked 
back to the hotel with Don very conscious of the butt 
plug and the full feeling it gave. He carried the 
Staple boxes. When they entered the hotel room, the 
Master Sergeant drew the young officer's attention to 
the large envelope that Sergeant Tully had dropped off 
earlier on the table. "I think that is what you were 
waiting for, sir." 

Don immediately tore it open - and looked carefully 
through it. It was the secret document he had lost - 
including the General's presentation. How? He quickly 
looked up, but Darnell was already ahead of him. 
"Can't tell you, sir, but I trust you have what you 
need. Be more careful with secret documents next time. 
Make sure you get it back to the custodian. I might 
not be there to cover for you next time."

The sense of relief that swept over Don's mind was an 
immense natural high and he smiled. "Thank God."

"Or old Master Sergeants, sir" intoned Darnell. They 
both laughed. But it didn't last long as Darnell began 
undressing, laid his uniform out for the morning and 
set the alarm. He climbed into bed leaving Don feeling 
more than just a little awkward and wondering what to 
do next. 

"Get undressed, take the butt plug out and come to 
bed, sir."

Don tried to delay as long as he could. He went into 
the bathroom to undress, brushed his teeth and had a 
piss. He inspected both the patch on his right buttock 
and the butt plug in the mirror. Actually the wolf on 
the outside of the bandage looked pretty sharp even if 
the tattoo would be hidden by his underwear. 

As for the butt plug... unable to delay any longer, he 
groaned as he pulled it out and then washed it off 
with soap and water. The blue panties were damp with 
KY jelly and some body fluids that had seeped from his 
anus. He hesitated a moment, and then quickly washed 
his panties by hand and hung them up to dry. He went 
back into the bedroom wondering what was next in a 
very eventful day.

Darnell was already snoring loudly. Don pulled the 
covers back and quietly slipped into bed beside the 
large sleeping black man. Worn out from the emotional 
and physical exhaustion of the day, he quickly fell 
asleep. Several hours later his shoulder was being 
shaken by Darnell. "Wake up."

"Whaa!" cried a startled Don.

"Open your mouth, Donna, suck on a real man's cock." 

The Master Sergeant filled the young man's mouth with 
his flaccid cock. When he had been sucked to semi-
hardness and Darnell was satisfied, he let Don fall 
back to sleep for a short time before repeating the 
process. He would start with "Wake up. Open your 
mouth, Donna. Suck on a real man's cock." 

After the third time, the Master Sergeant smiled as he 
noticed the young man no longer hesitated but moved 
directly to his waiting cock after being told to wake 
up and took it in his mouth and sucked until Darnell 
would say, "Okay, Donna, that's a good pussy, you can 
stop now." He also had Don masturbate himself each 
time while he sucked the Master Sergeant's cock. 

He was humping the bed and his hand while bobbing his 
head up and down the black cock. Don surprised himself 
when he came into the sheets of the bed with a small, 
self-satisfying spurt and the black cock between his 
lips. Darnell let him fall back to sleep. The last 
time, Darnell woke him in the early morning, he didn't 
stop him until he came in the young man's mouth. 

They were up early that morning. Master Sergeant 
Armstrong looked extremely fresh while the young 
officer looked tired out. When they met Gomez with the 
car the Hispanic driver looked at the young officer 
who shyly acknowledged the unasked question with a 
nod. Gomez smiled back at the new gringa. 

Before they left for the conference to set up, the 
Master Sergeant told him to wear the clean panties 
under his uniform. He was very conscious of them 
throughout the day along with the adhesive patch 
covering his tattoo. He found he had to use the toilet 
stalls when he wanted a piss because there was always 
someone at the urinals who might see what he was 
wearing. 

The conference wrapped up in the early afternoon. The 
General gave a well-received keynote address. The 
presentation and visuals were flawless and seamless 
even when he had stumbled slightly or gone off script. 
A fact duly noted by the General and his senior staff 
officer. The Colonel offered the young officer a quick 
trip home by helicopter if he wanted to accompany 
them. One look from Master Sergeant Armstrong was 
enough to have Don be grateful for the offer, but 
decline with a quick excuse. 

Back at the hotel and finished for the day, Don 
checked the room safe to make sure the secret document 
was still there. Relieved to see it still there, he 
stripped out of his uniform. "Donna, get your pussy in 
here," shouted Darnell from the shower. "I need you to 
do my back." Dropping his panties, Don entered the 
shower and took the soap from the Master Sergeant. 
Lathering his hands, he soaped Darnell's back, 
shoulders and neck. "Now wash my cock and balls, sir." 

Don knelt as Darnell turned around in the shower. The 
black cock and balls were directly in front of his 
face. For a second, the thought flashed through his 
mind to automatically take the cock into his mouth. It 
was almost as if the Master Sergeant read his mind. 
"Just clean them, Donna. You can suck later. 
Embarrassed, disappointed - or both, Don did as he was 
told. After washing Darnell's legs and feet, they 
stepped out and the Master Sergeant allowed the young 
officer to dry him completely with a large towel. 

When Darnell walked back into the bedroom, Don quickly 
showered, washing his hair. He was toweling off when 
the Master Sergeant returned with the bottle of KY 
jelly. "Bend over, Donna, time to put your black 
reminder in." He added the lubricant to both Don's ass 
and the black butt plug. With a bit of effort and Don 
pushing back against it, the butt plug suddenly sank 
inside and was securely held by his sphincter. His 
rectum felt full as he stood upright with his legs 
closed. Darnell smiled at him in the mirror and then 
left to watch the television news.

While toweling off, Don had rubbed the patch on his 
buttock and decided enough time had passed to remove 
it and look at his new wolf tattoo. He peeled it off, 
throwing it in the waste basket and backed up so he 
could look in the mirror. At first glance, it just 
didn't look right - a red slash on his buttock. What 
the hell! He moved closer to the mirror. It was two 
red cherries with a black arrow piercing through them. 

The lettering was backwards in the mirror, but he 
could make it out. Above in red was the name Donna and 
below in black the date that he had first sucked and 
been fucked by the Master Sergeant. He had been 
branded as a black man's pussy boy. The black butt 
plug that filled his rectum as he moved about reminded 
him of that fact as well. He kept going back to look 
at it. He wished he didn't need a mirror to see it. He 
put on his blue panties and went back out to dress in 
his civvies. The young man didn't mention his tattoo 
to the black man who ignored him as he dressed.

After supper they headed down onto the strip. It was a 
Thursday night and the bars were hopping, the strip 
joints full and military men wandering around 
outnumbering the civilians. The big Master Sergeant 
dressed in civilian clothing, pushed his way through 
the crowd into one of the bars with Don following in 
his wake. They had a beer and watched the young 
soldiers getting loud and pissed. 

There weren't many girls in attendance and a constant 
stream of men went towards the washrooms. After a 
beer, they got up and went back towards the washroom. 
Instead of entering the Men's room, Darnell knocked 
twice and then twice more on the door next to it. It 
cracked open slightly and there was Tully. "Hey bro, 
wondered when you would get here. Okay, Gomez. Your 
relief is here."

They squeezed into the narrow room which was lit by a 
single un-shaded bulb. There was a maze of water pipes 
and electrical conduits running above a dirty, 
concrete floor. "Hola, gringa," smiled Gomez as he 
looked back at them, wearing only white panties and 
bright red lipstick. He was on his knees with his hand 
pumping a white cock sticking through a glory hole and 
soon had his mouth back sucking and licking the big 
knob.

"This is your final pussy boy test, sir. Strip down to 
your panties. When Gomez is finished, go over to that 
small hole in the wall and stick a finger through and 
let it hang down over the edge. Then wait. You'll hear 
someone come into the stall. If they are interested, 
they'll stick their cock through and you will service 
it. The young men partying next door, sir, are 
enlisted men off on foreign operations on Monday. They 
won't know that it is a white officer in panties 
servicing them. 

"And you shouldn't care if it is a white, Hispanic or 
black soldier's cock that you are sucking, sir. You'll 
be sucking real men's cocks. So do it, Donna - and do 
it well. After you've done your patriotic duty to the 
troops by sucking off three of them, we'll leave and 
let Gomez go back to his fun."

With nervous excitement, but also fearful self-
consciousness caused by Tully standing there, Don 
stripped down to his blue panties. Darnell moved 
behind him and enfolded the smaller white body into 
his. He nuzzled Don's neck, and played with his penis 
through the panties as they watched Gomez work. With a 
small pat on the butt, Darnell pushed Don towards the 
glory hole as Gomez finished sucking the white cock 
with loud, wet slobbering sounds and the man on the 
other side came in his mouth. 

The floor was sticky and felt dirty on his bare feet 
as he waited for Gomez to move away. With wide excited 
eyes, Gomez stood up and put his arms around the young 
officer. Don wondered if the young Hispanic was high 
on something other than cock? With one hand behind 
Don's head, Gomez mashed his soft red lips against the 
white mouth, forcing first his tongue inside and then 
some of the cum still left in his mouth. "Hola, 
Donna."

Tully passed Gomez a beer and two black men laughed at 
the shocked look on Don's face. He smiled wanly and 
went to his knees and put his finger through the hole 
as he had been told. It didn't take long. The first 
cock through the glory hole was black and circumcised. 
He paused and looked at it for a moment before he took 
it in hand and began to stroke it harder. His mouth 
closed over the cock head and he began to lick and 
suck. He ignored the flash of the camera as Darnell 
took more pictures of his willingness to be a pussy 
boy.

The second cock was black and uncut. The foreskin 
covered the entire head. His jaws were already sore 
from the first effort, but he did his best. The young 
black man on the other side of the wall kept up his 
trash talk, heaping abuse on the faceless mouth and 
hand that was bringing him closer to cumming. The 
verbal humiliation had a strange effect on the young 
officer as he knelt there wearing panties. "Come on 
you cock slut, faster and lick the head more," said a 
disembodied voice on the other side of the wall.

He tried to give the young solder what he wanted and 
followed the commands given. Suddenly the large black 
cock pulled out his mouth and disappeared behind the 
wall and in a more conciliatory tone, a disembodied 
voice said, "Hey, baby. You've got a nice mouth. How 
about a crack at your hole? Just put your pussy up 
here against the wall and I'll take you to glory. What 
do you say? Oh, come on bitch, send me off right." 

There was something exciting about the whole 
proposition. It would be easy, faceless and reasonably 
quick. Of the three men with him in the room, only 
Gomez had never seen him fucked before. The black cock 
was smaller than both Tully and Armstrong. The 
soldiers had probably been screened medically for STD 
and AIDS before their deployment, but even so it just 
was not worth the risk. 

His hand dropped to the front of his panties and he 
rubbed his cock getting excited just visualizing it. 
Moaning, he could see it, but he didn't do it. The 
Master Sergeant hadn't said anything and Don didn't 
want to ask for permission. Finally the soldier gave 
up and put his cock back through the hole and 
restarted the verbal abuse of "you fucking cunt; you 
useless whore, suck my fucking black cock." Don took 
it back into his mouth and soon was swallowing a 
fountain of cum. 

The third and last soldier had an uncut white cock. It 
was the first white cock he had ever handled other 
than his own. As he was nearing completion, Tully 
stepped up behind him and pressed down on the collar 
bone pressure point. "When this white shithead cums, I 
don't want you to swallow. Just hold his cream in your 
mouth. Understand," he said pressing on the pressure 
point again and making Don wince. 

Don nodded his acquiescence. Moments later the white 
cock was spurting in his mouth and he was trying to 
contain the sperm. But with the cock still moving in 
and out, the cum began to slide out around the edges 
and drip from the corners of his mouth. 

"Look at us, bitch. Show us what you've got," ordered 
Tully.

Don opened his mouth so they could see the cum sitting 
there. The camera flashed. On the other side of the 
wall, the soldier was complaining that he needed his 
cock licked clean. The young officer swallowed his 
mouth of cum and immediately went to work licking the 
slimy cock clean. By the time Don was finished he had 
new respect for Gomez's staying power. His mouth and 
knees were both sore as he staggered to his feet. 
Darnell ruffled his hair and passed him a can of beer 
calling it "a cum chaser."

After Don had dressed and they were leaving the room, 
the Master Sergeant told Gomez, "When you've finished 
having fun tonight, be ready with the car for 0900 
kick off from the hotel. Time to go home."

As they exited the door beside the washroom, several 
soldiers looked at them. Don swore they knew it had 
been him sucking their cocks and he couldn't help but 
turn red in the face as they walked past. Or maybe 
they were just waiting for a turn at the glory hole. 
It looked like Gomez would be busy tonight.

Back in the hotel room it didn't take the Master 
Sergeant long to get ready. He had been nursing a hard 
on all night watching his young officer perform. "Now 
Donna, drop your panties and lube your pussy. You're 
about to get fucked by my big, black snake." He smiled 
as he watched Don drop his panties in a pool around 
his ankles and remove the black butt plug. He squeezed 
the K-Y onto his hand and pushed the jelly into his 
already open white ass. 

"Do you like your new tattoo, Donna."

"Yes, Master. I was surprised, but I do like it. Could 
cause a bit of embarrassment on my next medical, 
though... I guess I could cover it up."

"No, you won't, sir. You're a bottom and you shouldn't 
feel any shame in taking your natural place under a 
black man. Besides, on Base you'll ask to see Dr 
Yarrow in future. He understands young white pussy 
boys like you and looks after them properly. Now lie 
back on the bed with your feet on the floor."

With the smooth shaven white legs hanging off the side 
of the bed, Darnell told him to spread and lift his 
legs. Darnell took one of the pillows and slid it 
under the white bottom, raising it up for better 
access. "I want you to open your legs and pull them 
back to your tits. That's it, Donna. Show me your bald 
pussy. Keep them like that and play with your little 
wienie and boy titties." 

Darnell took some more pictures as the young officer 
lay fully exposed on the bed with his eyes half closed 
and open asshole fully exposed, greased and ready. 
"Look at the camera, Donna. Lick your lips for me, 
baby." Putting down the camera, Darnell grabbed the 
white legs and raised them to his shoulders, rubbing 
his black cock along the crack of white ass. 

Darnell's long hard black uncircumcised cock popped up 
from the crack and lay next to Don's smaller white 
one. The Master Sergeant stroked Don's penis. "Get 
ready to be fucked by a real man, Donna. I can tell 
you really love being a pussy for a black cock." 

Darnell placed the head of his thick cock at the 
opening of Don's ass and slowly pushed in. Steadily 
the black cock went forward meeting little resistance, 
always moving deeper and deeper as the white ass tried 
to adjust to the invading thickness. "That's it, Donna 
- let me make your pussy wide. You're feeling mighty 
fine." 

Finally, Darnell's coarse pubic hair brushed Don's ass 
cheeks. Then he slowly withdrew, before gently sliding 
in again. He repeated the action slowly several times, 
stopping each time with all but the black 
uncircumcised cock head removed... before sliding 
smoothly and gently back between the white ass cheeks. 
This time when Darnell slid in, Don arched his hips 
and began to hump upwards, his eyes wide open looking 
up at the black man above him. 

The Master Sergeant had been supporting his body 
weight with both his arms. Now he lowered his large 
black chest onto the young man. He thrust his cock in 
deeply as he said, "You're a sweet fuck, Donna. I'm 
going to fuck you whenever and wherever I want, aren't 
I, sir"

"Ah yes, Master," moaned the young officer, looking up 
into the dominant and demanding eyes above him, 
feeling the black cock moving deep within him. He 
opened his lips willingly as the black tongue entered 
his mouth. His arms held onto the broad black 
shoulders. He did whatever the Master Sergeant asked 
of him. 

"That's it, baby, move those hips, Donna." Don's hips 
undulated as he met the thrusting black cock in his 
ass "That's it, Donna. Come on, sweetheart, be a good 
pussy boy for me." encouraged Darnell in his ear. "I 
want you to come for me, Donna. I want you to cum 
while I'm fucking your pussy. Let it happen" 

Something was happening alright. His cock began to 
swell trapped between the two bodies. His hips were 
rising to meet every thrust from the Master Sergeant. 
Don just closed his eyes and let the black man fuck 
him, moving with him and moaning with submission and 
enjoying the sensations. Not even thinking about it, 
he slowly wrapped his legs around the black waist and 
began to push and pull with the motion that Darnell 
dictated. And he began to squeeze his ass muscles, 
stroking the black cock's full length, squeezing it, 
and to make it pump it's hot load of cum into his 
white body.

Don's own penis, trapped between their bodies, began 
to spasm and jerk its' load of semen across their 
bellies as he came harder than he had ever done in his 
life. "Oooh... oooh... yes... yes... I'm coming!" he 
cried out as his white body clutched the Master 
Sergeant's muscular black frame tightly. A wave of 
total and sensuous submission washed through his mind 
and body. They both lay there quietly for a moment 
before Darnell kissed Don on the lips and thrust his 
tongue deep into his mouth. Don closed his eyes, 
groaning slightly before he hesitantly returned the 
kiss. 

Darnell began moving his cock in and out again, 
picking up speed. "Oh! You sweet, tight, little boy 
cunt, sir." Don felt him jerk, and start to cum hot 
and deep inside. And he shook as the hot cum filled 
him, bubbling out around the large black cock as the 
Master Sergeant continued to pump, making even louder 
and wetter squelching sounds with each thrust. 

Darnell reached between their bodies and found a pool 
of Don's semen in the white belly button. He took a 
string of it on his fingers and held it in front of 
Don's face. With the unspoken command, the young man's 
tongue slowly reached out and cleaned the black 
fingers of his own seed. Three more times the Master 
Sergeant fed Don his own semen. And each time he 
willingly sucked the finger into his ovaled mouth and 
cleaned it with his tongue. "That's a good white pussy 
boy." 

The Master Sergeant kissed him again full on the lips, 
and Don opened his mouth submissively for the probing 
thick tongue, this time acknowledging with wide open 
eyes the black man who had just made him cum by 
fucking his ass. Darnell raised himself up on his arms 
and looked down into Don's eyes. His broad chest was 
glistening with sweat. "You don't have a girlfriend at 
the moment - keep it like that. I'm tired of chasing 
fresh tail and getting wary of older ones. You're 
going to be my full time bitch, sir, my personal white 
pussy boy. Now I won't hurt you, or share you, unless 
you want me to. I'm running out of time before I 
retire. This is what's going to happen. 

I retire in less than three years. In four months 
you're being posted from the Headquarters across the 
base to the supply unit and you'll have at least two 
years there. When we get back to base I want you to 
move out of Bachelor Officer Quarters and move in with 
me. I've got a nice big place with few neighbors. When 
I retire to Georgia you can go your own way if you 
want and the pictures will disappear with me.

Don lay there with the black cock deep inside him, 
listening to Darnell's words. He felt the glow of 
submission. Darnell's full time bitch; his own cock 
began to engorge again at the thought. Don waited, his 
legs still wrapped around the Master Sergeant's broad 
back. He was content to lay under him, full of his 
cock and cum until Darnell decided he wanted to move. 

For the first time in days he could see the future. 
The strong sexual excitement and embarrassment of the 
past two days eased to sudden certainty. He was a gay 
if not bisexual submissive. He wanted to be fucked by 
a real man like Master Sergeant Darnell Armstrong. He 
was going to be a kept like a white pussy wearing 
panties.

"You like being a black man's pussy boy for an old 
stud like me, don't you, sir?"

"Yes, Master Sergeant," Don replied.

"You mean yes, Master. You like what, Donna?" the 
Master Sergeant demanded.

"Yes, Master, I like being a black man's pussy boy... 
for you." He reached up with a shy smile that made him 
look even younger and for the first time Don made the 
move to kiss a man - his Master. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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