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“Boy, I don’t know what your sergeant told you, but now you need to drop your panties. It’s important that every special forces candidate get a thorough ass-cleaning before his final physical examination, which your Captain will be conducting personally. And he made a point of insisting that yours be thorough and deep.”
“Sir, I just don’t know. I mean…I mean I’ve never had an enema and I just don’t know if I’d be comfortable having one right now.”
“Boy, are you telling me you’ve never cleaned out your dirty ass before? Is that what you’re telling me? You’ve never bothered to clean all the crud out of your butthole? You walk around with a dirty ass all the time?”
“I guess so, sir. I mean I’ve never had an enema, but I do wash back there. I do wash my butthole when I’m showering, sir.”
“And you think that’s enough. Cleaning your ass-lips? Boy, every member of a special forces team is expected to adhere to basic hygienic guidelines. And that includes douching himself every day. Every day.”
“But, sir. Douching…that’s what a girl does. With her pussy. I…I never heard of guys douching themselves. Why would they?”
“Well, for one thing, boy, when a soldier is shot and loses consciousness that’s not all he may lose. He may lose control of his alimentary tract as well and, basically, shit himself. If this happens, it not only creates a noxious situation for his teammates, it increases the likelihood of infection, particularly if a leg wound is involved. To obviate this possibility, all special forces members routinely douche their assholes, every day.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know that. I didn’t understand that I should be douching myself every day.”
“Well, now you do, soldier. So, are you going to take your panties off or not?”
“Yes, sir. But, sir, why do you keep calling my underwear ‘panties?’ That’s pretty demeaning, sir.”
“Sorry, boy. Just force of habit. Special forces men never wear underwear. They always go commando. They think that underwear is for wusses and faggots. And they always refer to them as ‘panties.’”
“Oh…Well I’ll take my panties off right now, then.”
“Don’t tell me, boy. Just do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, boy. Now I want you to reach behind yourself and spread your ass-cheeks apart…Yeah, boy just like that. Now I’m going to put the nozzle in and it may pinch a little.”
“Ouch!”
“Sorry, boy. But it’s in now. Now I want you to clamp down hard on it, so it doesn’t come out…Okay, now I’m gonna start the water flowing. It’ll feel a little cold at first but you’ll get used to it.”
“Sir, how much of the water are you going to…to put into me?”
“Why, all of it, boy.”
“All of it? It looks to be a gallon of water at least. I don’t know if that much water can even fit in me.”
“It’s a little more than a gallon, actually. Captain Peters wants you completely cleaned out. But don’t worry. You’ll be surprised how much your stomach can expand when it has to.”
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“Sir…Sir…It’s really filling me up, sir. I feel like my stomach’s about to burst. And…and it’s beginning to cramp up, too.”
“Don’t worry, boy. The bag’s almost empty. And as far as the cramping, that’s to be expected. But, here, let me rub your belly for you; it’ll help with the cramping….There, does that feel better?”
“I…I guess so, sir.”
“Good. And don’t worry about the boner, boy. That frequently happens when you take a big enema…Okay, the bag is empty and I’m gonna pull the nozzle from your asshole. Now I need you to clamp down real hard so you don’t let any of the water escape.”
SMACK!
“I said tighten that ass, boy.”
“I know, sir. And I’m trying. But I’m so full, sir. I’m so full. I don’t know how long I can hold it in.”
“Boy, you need to hold it in a half-hour at least.”
“A half hour? Sir, there’s no way I’ll be able to do that.”
“I was afraid of that, boy. Fortunately, we have a device that will help you out.”
“What is that, sir?”
“It’s called a butt-plug. It will keep you from expelling the enema prematurely.”
“You’re going to stick that up my ass, sir?”
“That’s the plan, boy.”
“But…but it’s huge! I don’t think there’s any way you can get that up my ass.”
“Well, boy, it has to be large to keep all that enema up you. And don’t you worry about it fitting up your ass. I’ll get it up there, you can count on that…Now when you feel the tip pressing against your ass-lips, try to relax a little. Not too much, mind you. You don’t want to let the water out. Just a little.”
“Oh, fuck, sir. It really hurts. It’s so big. Couldn’t you…couldn’t you use some lubrication or something like that on it.”
“Sorry, boy, but if I lubed it up, it might pop out later. You’re just gonna have to take it dry. But try to relax.”
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! It really hurts. It really…OH FUCK!!!”
“There, it’s in you, boy.”
“Sir, it really hurts, sir. It really, really hurts.”
“You just need to tough it out, boy. After all, you want to be a special forces man, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. But…”
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Fuck, sir. What are you doing?”
“Just making sure it’s in there tight.”
“Oh, it’s in there tight, sir. It’s so tight inside me that I don’t know how you’re going to get it out. It’s definitely tight inside me, sir.”
“Good. Now while you’re holding the enema inside, I’ll do a little manscaping. Hold your hands over your head while I get the shaving cream.”
“What…what are you going to do, sir.”
“I’m getting ready to shave your armpits, boy.”
“You’re gonna shave my armpits?”
“Among other things. Captain Peters always insists that all body hair be removed during this physical. It makes it easier to see moles and other skin abnormalities. Don’t worry, boy. The hair will eventually grow back. And so will your pubes.”
“You’re gonna shave my pubes, too? Oh, shit.”
“Actually, boy, you’re pretty hairless as it is. Is that natural or do you shave your body?”
‘It’s natural. I’ve never had a lot of hair.”
“Well, either way, it’s good, boy. We’ll be done a lot quicker here…Okay, your pits are clean, you can lower your hands. Now I’m gonna start on your crotch. Try not to move. You don’t want to get cut down there.”
“I’m trying, sir. But the cramps, they’re getting real bad.”
“I’ll do my best, boy, to avoid nicking you….
“Oh, God. Oh, God…OH, FUCK!....Sir, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened.”
“What happened, boy, is that you shot a load of your ball-slime all over the floor. What’s the matter, boy, you not getting any from your girlfriend?”
“No…yes…I mean…I mean I don’t know what happened. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I’m so sorry, sir. This is really embarrassing.”
“Well, you certainly made a mess. I need to clean it up before someone slips on it.”
“Sir, sir, why are you using my underwear – I mean my panties?”
“Boy, I don’t have anything else to use and, after all, it is your mess, isn’t it?”
“Yes…yes, sir.”
“Okay, boy, let’s get back to business. I’m done in the front, so you’ll need to reach back and spread your cheeks apart again. I need to shave your ass-crack.”
“You have to shave my crack, sir?”
“Everything, boy. I told you that.”
“Oh, shit…”
“Okay, boy. You’re all clean back here.”
“Does that mean I can get rid of the enema, sir. I really need to. The cramps are killing me now. They’re really bad.”
“Boy, you’re nowhere near done with the enema. You’ve got a good fifteen, twenty minutes left.”
“Oh, God, sir. I don’t think there’s anyway I can last that long.”
“Well, in that case, boy. Hold out your hands.”
“What…what are you doing, sir?”
“I’m handcuffing you, boy. Isn’t it obvious?”
“But why? Why are you cuffing me, sir?”
“Well, boy, I’ve got stuff I’ve got to go do and, the way you were talking, I can’t take the chance that you won’t try to remove the plug prematurely. So, this way, no matter how much pain you may be feeling, you won’t be able to remove your butt-plug and that way we won’t have to do the entire procedure all over again.”
“But, sir, I wouldn’t do that. Not without your say so.”
“That’s what you say, boy, but this way, I can be sure of it. Now like I said. I’m going to be gone for a little bit. If the pain gets too much, you can massage your belly like I showed you. Though you probably want to avoid your cock. We don’t want another accident, do we, boy? But really, boy, it’s amazing that you’re hard again, already, considering how much spunk you shot just a few minutes ago. Are you always this horny, boy?”
“No, sir. No way. I…I don’t know what It is. Maybe it has something to do with the enema, sir.”
“I don’t know, boy. I’ve never had that reaction with any of the other special forces candidates. It might be something we need to watch in the future. Whatever. I’m going now. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or so. You just stay put.”
“Yes, sir.”
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“So, how’s it going, doc?”
“Great, sir. He’s had the enema up his pussy a half-hour already. Give him another half hour, and his fuck-hole will be clean as a whistle after we let him void the enema. And he’s all shaved, too. Just the way you like your bitches.”
“What do you think of him, doc? Think he’s got what it takes to be a first class special forces fuck-bitch?”
“Definitely, sir. He’s got a great body, but you already know that. His pussy was real tight when I forced the plug up him. No question he’s cherry. At least right now anyway, right, sir? And he’s got a decent-sized dick on him, too. Not that that’s important on a fuck-bitch. But he shoots a real big load when he cums, and I know how much you enjoy milking your bitches.”
“He still boned-up?”
“Yes, sir. And he’ll stay that way for a while – definitely long enough to last through your entire ‘examination.’ I dissolved three Viagras and one roofie in the saline solution I pumped up his pussy. The Viagra absorbs faster, so it hit him pretty quickly. The roofie should be hitting him just about now. You shouldn’t have any trouble with him, sir, not that you ever do with one of your bitches.”
“You just have to show these bitches who’s in charge and that you’re not gonna take any of their shit. Once you do that, their faggot nature just rises to the surface and they’re as docile and submissive as a kitten staring at a tiger – or a naked faggot kneeling in front of a Real Man. You just gotta know how to handle these bitches.”
“Well, you definitely know how to do that, sir.”
“Yeah, I guess I do. Anyway, from what you say, we’ve got fifteen, twenty more minutes, Let’s step outside and have a smoke, give the roofie a chance to do its work.”
“Whatever you say, sir.”
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‘What the fuck are you doing, boy? Get your faggot ass off that table and give me a proper salute.”
“Oh, sir. I didn’t see you. I’m sorry, sir, but I was feeling kind of woozy. I tried sitting down but that didn’t work, not with the plug in my ass. So I just kind of lay down on the examination table. Sorry, sir, but I’m really unsteady on my feet. Must be the enema, I guess. The cramps are just awful. It’s hard to even stand up straight, sir.”
“Well, we’ll take care of that enema right now. Bend over, boy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And when I pull the plug out of your faggot ass, boy, I want you to clamp down hard on your pussy. You get so much as a single drop of your butt-slime on my uniform, you won’t be sitting down for a week. Understand, faggot?”
“Sir, I’m not a faggot.”
SMACK!
“Don’t you ever contradict me, faggot. You are whatever I tell you you are. And if I say you’re a faggot, you’re a faggot. Understand that, FAGGOT?”
“Yes…yes, sir. But…”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Now I’m gonna ask you one more time. Do you understand that you are whatever I say you are, FAGGOT?”
“Yes…yes, sir. I understand. Sir.”
“That’s good, boy. So, boy, tell me what you are.”
“I’m…I’m a faggot, sir.”
“That’s right, boy. You’re a faggot. Now I’m gonna pull the plug out of your faggot pussy and I want you to close your pussy-lips tight and keep all of that enema up your cunt. Do you understand, faggot?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, faggot. Here goes.”
“OH, FUCK….OH, FUCK!”
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Faggot, didn’t I tell you I didn’t want to see a single drop of your enema squirting out? Didn’t I tell you that, faggot?”
“Yes, sir. But I tried, sir. I tried. But the buttplug was so big, sir, and there’s so much of the enema in my guts, sir, that I wasn’t able to get my asshole closed fast enough.”
SMACK!
“Boy, first of all, you’re a faggot. You don’t have an asshole. You have a pussy-hole, a cunt-hole, a boytwat. Do you understand, faggot?”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir. I understand, sir.”
SMACK!
“And, second, faggot, you need to understand that there’s never an acceptable excuse for a faggot to fail to follow a direct order. A faggot either does what he’s told or he’s punished – as you will be. Do you understand, faggot?”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir. I understand, sir.”
“Good. When this examination is over, you will report to my office for your punishment and, faggot, if you think your faggot butt-cheeks are sore now, you’ll know what sore really feels like when I’m done with you. You’re gonna have trouble sitting down for the next week. Understand, faggot?”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Okay, faggot. You see that pail in the corner.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to go over there and empty the enema into it.”
“You...you want me to empty the enema into that pail, sir.”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Isn’t that what I just said, faggot. I want you to go over there, squat down like a dog over the pail, and spew your faggot slime into the pail while me and Doc Evans watch. Now, faggot. Now.”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir.”
“Yeah, just like that, faggot. Now loosen your pussy-lips and let it rip.”
“Just stay there, faggot. I’m sure there’s more in you.”
“Yes, sir. But, sir, it really hurts. My stomach hurts something awful.”
“Deal with it, faggot. Just deal with it. If we can deal with your stink, you can deal with the pain.”
“Yes, sir.”
WWWWHHHHGGGGGG…PLOP…BBBBBRRRGGGG
“Okay, faggot. That looks to be the end of it. You can stand up now.”
“Yes..yes, sir.”
“Are you crying, faggot?”
“Nnno, sir.”
“You are crying, faggot. What a wuss. What a fucking pansy.”
“I’m…I’m sorry, sir. It’s just…it’s just that it was so humiliating squatting there over a pail, having all my shit and crud cascading out of my belly and asshole…I mean pussyhole, sir, while you and Doctor Evans laughed at me. It was really humiliating, sir.”
“Good, faggot. I wanted it to be humiliating. That’s something you need to get used to – being humiliated all the time. That’s what happens to faggots in the special forces. They get humiliated all the time – among other things. Speaking of which, I want you to climb up on the examination table, belly down. And spread your legs apart, as far as you can get them, and show me your pussy.”
“Wha…What are you going to do, sir?”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Faggot, you don’t ask questions when I give you an order. You just do it. Understand, faggot?”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir.”
“What the fuck are you waiting for, faggot? Get your fag body up on the table and show me your pussy.”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, faggot, I can see that Doc Evans was right. You’’ve got yourself one fine looking faggot-pussy. Doc thinks it’s cherry, faggot. Is he right? Your boycunt still virgin, faggot? Your faggot pussy ever been fucked before?”
“Nnno, sir.”
“Well, I’m gonna put an end to that right now. So prepare yourself, faggot. I’ve got ten hard inches of Man-meat that’s about to bust your cherry to kingdom-come. And virgin or not, I don’t go easy on boypussy. It’s gonna hurt something fierce. And it’s gonna start hurting….right NOW!!”
“OH, FUCK…OH MY GOD…OH, PLEASE, SIR. TAKE IT OUT. TAKE IT OUT. IT’S TOO BIG. IT’S KILLING ME, SIR…OH, PLEASE, SIR, TAKE IT OUT!”
“Scream all you want, faggot. There’s nothing that gets my nads churning more than hearing a faggot screaming and crying as I break his hymen. So scream all you want. I just love hearing it.”
“OH GOD…OH, FUCK…OH, FUCK!!!!”
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“Well, you were right, doc. That faggot’s got himself a great pussy. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed plowing it out. Too bad the faggot passed out twenty minutes into the fuck. I always enjoy hearing them squeal when they feel that first load of a Man’s ball-juice spraying all over the insides of their ravaged cunts. But he’s a definite keeper. And we need him, too. Simpson’s pussy has just about given out. Too bad, though. That faggot was a great fuck in his prime. One of the best.”
“Well, sir, he had a good run of it. Hell, he lasted almost a year, which was pretty amazing considering how popular he was. I’ll miss him, too. Definitely. But I really do think that Rivers will prove to be a good replacement. Of course, I’ll know more once I try his pussy out for myself.”
“I’ll leave you to it, doc. I’ve got work to do. But when you’re done with the faggot, send him down to my office. I’ve got a feeling he’ll be almost as much fun to spank as he was to fuck.”
“Will do. But it may be a while, sir. I don’t want to start in on the faggot until he wakes up.”
“Don’t blame you there, doc. Half the fun of bitching out a new fag is listening to him squeal and cry. Take your time. You know what they say, anticipation just makes the cock grow harder – and the hand swing harder, too. By the way, when you’re done with him, tell the faggot not to bother getting dressed. Little bitch might as well start getting used to being naked. He’s going to be that way for most of the next year.”
“You got it, Captain. I’ll see you later tonight at the initiation party. Wouldn’t want to miss that for the world.”
“Me neither, doc. Me neither.”
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“Boy, I don’t know what your sergeant told you, but now you need to drop your panties. It’s important that every special forces candidate get a thorough ass-cleaning before his final physical examination, which your Captain will be conducting personally. And he made a point of insisting that yours be thorough and deep.”
“Sir, I just don’t know. I mean…I mean I’ve never had an enema and I just don’t know if I’d be comfortable having one right now.”
“Boy, are you telling me you’ve never cleaned out your dirty ass before? Is that what you’re telling me? You’ve never bothered to clean all the crud out of your butthole? You walk around with a dirty ass all the time?”
“I guess so, sir. I mean I’ve never had an enema, but I do wash back there. I do wash my butthole when I’m showering, sir.”
“And you think that’s enough. Cleaning your ass-lips? Boy, every member of a special forces team is expected to adhere to basic hygienic guidelines. And that includes douching himself every day. Every day.”
“But, sir. Douching…that’s what a girl does. With her pussy. I…I never heard of guys douching themselves. Why would they?”
“Well, for one thing, boy, when a soldier is shot and loses consciousness that’s not all he may lose. He may lose control of his alimentary tract as well and, basically, shit himself. If this happens, it not only creates a noxious situation for his teammates, it increases the likelihood of infection, particularly if a leg wound is involved. To obviate this possibility, all special forces members routinely douche their assholes, every day.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know that. I didn’t understand that I should be douching myself every day.”
“Well, now you do, soldier. So, are you going to take your panties off or not?”
“Yes, sir. But, sir, why do you keep calling my underwear ‘panties?’ That’s pretty demeaning, sir.”
“Sorry, boy. Just force of habit. Special forces men never wear underwear. They always go commando. They think that underwear is for wusses and faggots. And they always refer to them as ‘panties.’”
“Oh…Well I’ll take my panties off right now, then.”
“Don’t tell me, boy. Just do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, boy. Now I want you to reach behind yourself and spread your ass-cheeks apart…Yeah, boy just like that. Now I’m going to put the nozzle in and it may pinch a little.”
“Ouch!”
“Sorry, boy. But it’s in now. Now I want you to clamp down hard on it, so it doesn’t come out…Okay, now I’m gonna start the water flowing. It’ll feel a little cold at first but you’ll get used to it.”
“Sir, how much of the water are you going to…to put into me?”
“Why, all of it, boy.”
“All of it? It looks to be a gallon of water at least. I don’t know if that much water can even fit in me.”
“It’s a little more than a gallon, actually. Captain Peters wants you completely cleaned out. But don’t worry. You’ll be surprised how much your stomach can expand when it has to.”
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“Sir…Sir…It’s really filling me up, sir. I feel like my stomach’s about to burst. And…and it’s beginning to cramp up, too.”
“Don’t worry, boy. The bag’s almost empty. And as far as the cramping, that’s to be expected. But, here, let me rub your belly for you; it’ll help with the cramping….There, does that feel better?”
“I…I guess so, sir.”
“Good. And don’t worry about the boner, boy. That frequently happens when you take a big enema…Okay, the bag is empty and I’m gonna pull the nozzle from your asshole. Now I need you to clamp down real hard so you don’t let any of the water escape.”
SMACK!
“I said tighten that ass, boy.”
“I know, sir. And I’m trying. But I’m so full, sir. I’m so full. I don’t know how long I can hold it in.”
“Boy, you need to hold it in a half-hour at least.”
“A half hour? Sir, there’s no way I’ll be able to do that.”
“I was afraid of that, boy. Fortunately, we have a device that will help you out.”
“What is that, sir?”
“It’s called a butt-plug. It will keep you from expelling the enema prematurely.”
“You’re going to stick that up my ass, sir?”
“That’s the plan, boy.”
“But…but it’s huge! I don’t think there’s any way you can get that up my ass.”
“Well, boy, it has to be large to keep all that enema up you. And don’t you worry about it fitting up your ass. I’ll get it up there, you can count on that…Now when you feel the tip pressing against your ass-lips, try to relax a little. Not too much, mind you. You don’t want to let the water out. Just a little.”
“Oh, fuck, sir. It really hurts. It’s so big. Couldn’t you…couldn’t you use some lubrication or something like that on it.”
“Sorry, boy, but if I lubed it up, it might pop out later. You’re just gonna have to take it dry. But try to relax.”
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! It really hurts. It really…OH FUCK!!!”
“There, it’s in you, boy.”
“Sir, it really hurts, sir. It really, really hurts.”
“You just need to tough it out, boy. After all, you want to be a special forces man, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. But…”
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Fuck, sir. What are you doing?”
“Just making sure it’s in there tight.”
“Oh, it’s in there tight, sir. It’s so tight inside me that I don’t know how you’re going to get it out. It’s definitely tight inside me, sir.”
“Good. Now while you’re holding the enema inside, I’ll do a little manscaping. Hold your hands over your head while I get the shaving cream.”
“What…what are you going to do, sir.”
“I’m getting ready to shave your armpits, boy.”
“You’re gonna shave my armpits?”
“Among other things. Captain Peters always insists that all body hair be removed during this physical. It makes it easier to see moles and other skin abnormalities. Don’t worry, boy. The hair will eventually grow back. And so will your pubes.”
“You’re gonna shave my pubes, too? Oh, shit.”
“Actually, boy, you’re pretty hairless as it is. Is that natural or do you shave your body?”
‘It’s natural. I’ve never had a lot of hair.”
“Well, either way, it’s good, boy. We’ll be done a lot quicker here…Okay, your pits are clean, you can lower your hands. Now I’m gonna start on your crotch. Try not to move. You don’t want to get cut down there.”
“I’m trying, sir. But the cramps, they’re getting real bad.”
“I’ll do my best, boy, to avoid nicking you….
“Oh, God. Oh, God…OH, FUCK!....Sir, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened.”
“What happened, boy, is that you shot a load of your ball-slime all over the floor. What’s the matter, boy, you not getting any from your girlfriend?”
“No…yes…I mean…I mean I don’t know what happened. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I’m so sorry, sir. This is really embarrassing.”
“Well, you certainly made a mess. I need to clean it up before someone slips on it.”
“Sir, sir, why are you using my underwear – I mean my panties?”
“Boy, I don’t have anything else to use and, after all, it is your mess, isn’t it?”
“Yes…yes, sir.”
“Okay, boy, let’s get back to business. I’m done in the front, so you’ll need to reach back and spread your cheeks apart again. I need to shave your ass-crack.”
“You have to shave my crack, sir?”
“Everything, boy. I told you that.”
“Oh, shit…”
“Okay, boy. You’re all clean back here.”
“Does that mean I can get rid of the enema, sir. I really need to. The cramps are killing me now. They’re really bad.”
“Boy, you’re nowhere near done with the enema. You’ve got a good fifteen, twenty minutes left.”
“Oh, God, sir. I don’t think there’s anyway I can last that long.”
“Well, in that case, boy. Hold out your hands.”
“What…what are you doing, sir?”
“I’m handcuffing you, boy. Isn’t it obvious?”
“But why? Why are you cuffing me, sir?”
“Well, boy, I’ve got stuff I’ve got to go do and, the way you were talking, I can’t take the chance that you won’t try to remove the plug prematurely. So, this way, no matter how much pain you may be feeling, you won’t be able to remove your butt-plug and that way we won’t have to do the entire procedure all over again.”
“But, sir, I wouldn’t do that. Not without your say so.”
“That’s what you say, boy, but this way, I can be sure of it. Now like I said. I’m going to be gone for a little bit. If the pain gets too much, you can massage your belly like I showed you. Though you probably want to avoid your cock. We don’t want another accident, do we, boy? But really, boy, it’s amazing that you’re hard again, already, considering how much spunk you shot just a few minutes ago. Are you always this horny, boy?”
“No, sir. No way. I…I don’t know what It is. Maybe it has something to do with the enema, sir.”
“I don’t know, boy. I’ve never had that reaction with any of the other special forces candidates. It might be something we need to watch in the future. Whatever. I’m going now. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or so. You just stay put.”
“Yes, sir.”
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“So, how’s it going, doc?”
“Great, sir. He’s had the enema up his pussy a half-hour already. Give him another half hour, and his fuck-hole will be clean as a whistle after we let him void the enema. And he’s all shaved, too. Just the way you like your bitches.”
“What do you think of him, doc? Think he’s got what it takes to be a first class special forces fuck-bitch?”
“Definitely, sir. He’s got a great body, but you already know that. His pussy was real tight when I forced the plug up him. No question he’s cherry. At least right now anyway, right, sir? And he’s got a decent-sized dick on him, too. Not that that’s important on a fuck-bitch. But he shoots a real big load when he cums, and I know how much you enjoy milking your bitches.”
“He still boned-up?”
“Yes, sir. And he’ll stay that way for a while – definitely long enough to last through your entire ‘examination.’ I dissolved three Viagras and one roofie in the saline solution I pumped up his pussy. The Viagra absorbs faster, so it hit him pretty quickly. The roofie should be hitting him just about now. You shouldn’t have any trouble with him, sir, not that you ever do with one of your bitches.”
“You just have to show these bitches who’s in charge and that you’re not gonna take any of their shit. Once you do that, their faggot nature just rises to the surface and they’re as docile and submissive as a kitten staring at a tiger – or a naked faggot kneeling in front of a Real Man. You just gotta know how to handle these bitches.”
“Well, you definitely know how to do that, sir.”
“Yeah, I guess I do. Anyway, from what you say, we’ve got fifteen, twenty more minutes, Let’s step outside and have a smoke, give the roofie a chance to do its work.”
“Whatever you say, sir.”
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‘What the fuck are you doing, boy? Get your faggot ass off that table and give me a proper salute.”
“Oh, sir. I didn’t see you. I’m sorry, sir, but I was feeling kind of woozy. I tried sitting down but that didn’t work, not with the plug in my ass. So I just kind of lay down on the examination table. Sorry, sir, but I’m really unsteady on my feet. Must be the enema, I guess. The cramps are just awful. It’s hard to even stand up straight, sir.”
“Well, we’ll take care of that enema right now. Bend over, boy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And when I pull the plug out of your faggot ass, boy, I want you to clamp down hard on your pussy. You get so much as a single drop of your butt-slime on my uniform, you won’t be sitting down for a week. Understand, faggot?”
“Sir, I’m not a faggot.”
SMACK!
“Don’t you ever contradict me, faggot. You are whatever I tell you you are. And if I say you’re a faggot, you’re a faggot. Understand that, FAGGOT?”
“Yes…yes, sir. But…”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Now I’m gonna ask you one more time. Do you understand that you are whatever I say you are, FAGGOT?”
“Yes…yes, sir. I understand. Sir.”
“That’s good, boy. So, boy, tell me what you are.”
“I’m…I’m a faggot, sir.”
“That’s right, boy. You’re a faggot. Now I’m gonna pull the plug out of your faggot pussy and I want you to close your pussy-lips tight and keep all of that enema up your cunt. Do you understand, faggot?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, faggot. Here goes.”
“OH, FUCK….OH, FUCK!”
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Faggot, didn’t I tell you I didn’t want to see a single drop of your enema squirting out? Didn’t I tell you that, faggot?”
“Yes, sir. But I tried, sir. I tried. But the buttplug was so big, sir, and there’s so much of the enema in my guts, sir, that I wasn’t able to get my asshole closed fast enough.”
SMACK!
“Boy, first of all, you’re a faggot. You don’t have an asshole. You have a pussy-hole, a cunt-hole, a boytwat. Do you understand, faggot?”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir. I understand, sir.”
SMACK!
“And, second, faggot, you need to understand that there’s never an acceptable excuse for a faggot to fail to follow a direct order. A faggot either does what he’s told or he’s punished – as you will be. Do you understand, faggot?”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir. I understand, sir.”
“Good. When this examination is over, you will report to my office for your punishment and, faggot, if you think your faggot butt-cheeks are sore now, you’ll know what sore really feels like when I’m done with you. You’re gonna have trouble sitting down for the next week. Understand, faggot?”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Okay, faggot. You see that pail in the corner.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to go over there and empty the enema into it.”
“You...you want me to empty the enema into that pail, sir.”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Isn’t that what I just said, faggot. I want you to go over there, squat down like a dog over the pail, and spew your faggot slime into the pail while me and Doc Evans watch. Now, faggot. Now.”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir.”
“Yeah, just like that, faggot. Now loosen your pussy-lips and let it rip.”
WWWHHHGGG…BBBBRRRGGG…PLOP…PLOP…PLOP…BBBRRRGG…PLOP…PLOP
“Just stay there, faggot. I’m sure there’s more in you.”
“Yes, sir. But, sir, it really hurts. My stomach hurts something awful.”
“Deal with it, faggot. Just deal with it. If we can deal with your stink, you can deal with the pain.”
“Yes, sir.”
WWWWHHHHGGGGGG…PLOP…BBBBBRRRGGGG
“Okay, faggot. That looks to be the end of it. You can stand up now.”
“Yes..yes, sir.”
“Are you crying, faggot?”
“Nnno, sir.”
“You are crying, faggot. What a wuss. What a fucking pansy.”
“I’m…I’m sorry, sir. It’s just…it’s just that it was so humiliating squatting there over a pail, having all my shit and crud cascading out of my belly and asshole…I mean pussyhole, sir, while you and Doctor Evans laughed at me. It was really humiliating, sir.”
“Good, faggot. I wanted it to be humiliating. That’s something you need to get used to – being humiliated all the time. That’s what happens to faggots in the special forces. They get humiliated all the time – among other things. Speaking of which, I want you to climb up on the examination table, belly down. And spread your legs apart, as far as you can get them, and show me your pussy.”
“Wha…What are you going to do, sir?”
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Faggot, you don’t ask questions when I give you an order. You just do it. Understand, faggot?”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir.”
“What the fuck are you waiting for, faggot? Get your fag body up on the table and show me your pussy.”
SMACK!
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, faggot, I can see that Doc Evans was right. You’’ve got yourself one fine looking faggot-pussy. Doc thinks it’s cherry, faggot. Is he right? Your boycunt still virgin, faggot? Your faggot pussy ever been fucked before?”
“Nnno, sir.”
“Well, I’m gonna put an end to that right now. So prepare yourself, faggot. I’ve got ten hard inches of Man-meat that’s about to bust your cherry to kingdom-come. And virgin or not, I don’t go easy on boypussy. It’s gonna hurt something fierce. And it’s gonna start hurting….right NOW!!”
“OH, FUCK…OH MY GOD…OH, PLEASE, SIR. TAKE IT OUT. TAKE IT OUT. IT’S TOO BIG. IT’S KILLING ME, SIR…OH, PLEASE, SIR, TAKE IT OUT!”
“Scream all you want, faggot. There’s nothing that gets my nads churning more than hearing a faggot screaming and crying as I break his hymen. So scream all you want. I just love hearing it.”
“OH GOD…OH, FUCK…OH, FUCK!!!!”
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“Well, you were right, doc. That faggot’s got himself a great pussy. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed plowing it out. Too bad the faggot passed out twenty minutes into the fuck. I always enjoy hearing them squeal when they feel that first load of a Man’s ball-juice spraying all over the insides of their ravaged cunts. But he’s a definite keeper. And we need him, too. Simpson’s pussy has just about given out. Too bad, though. That faggot was a great fuck in his prime. One of the best.”
“Well, sir, he had a good run of it. Hell, he lasted almost a year, which was pretty amazing considering how popular he was. I’ll miss him, too. Definitely. But I really do think that Rivers will prove to be a good replacement. Of course, I’ll know more once I try his pussy out for myself.”
“I’ll leave you to it, doc. I’ve got work to do. But when you’re done with the faggot, send him down to my office. I’ve got a feeling he’ll be almost as much fun to spank as he was to fuck.”
“Will do. But it may be a while, sir. I don’t want to start in on the faggot until he wakes up.”
“Don’t blame you there, doc. Half the fun of bitching out a new fag is listening to him squeal and cry. Take your time. You know what they say, anticipation just makes the cock grow harder – and the hand swing harder, too. By the way, when you’re done with him, tell the faggot not to bother getting dressed. Little bitch might as well start getting used to being naked. He’s going to be that way for most of the next year.”
“You got it, Captain. I’ll see you later tonight at the initiation party. Wouldn’t want to miss that for the world.”
“Me neither, doc. Me neither.”