RAW RECRUITS

Author: Angus sugna@sugna.demon.co.uk

It was a hot summers day in 1985 when I, with nine others arrived at the camp of The Gordon Highlanders. This was to be our home for the next six months. Like most of the other newcomers to the regiment I had left school two months previously and I was excited at being away from home and yet terrified of being in a real highland army regiment. The idea of being confined to live with so many other males in such close proximity was to my mind rather awesome.

We arrived at the camp just in time for lunch and after we had been greeted very informally we were ushered into a canteen and given a not unreasonable meal. At the end of the meal we were addressed by the sergeant-major. Whenever he entered the room all eyes turned towards him, he was a splendid sight. He was well over six feet tall and his stature was that of a prize athlete. He was about forty years of age and dressed as he was in full highland dress he commanded the attention of the entire room even before he uttered a single word. I will never forget the way he bellowed at us and instinctively we all sat up straighter in our seats. He informed us of many of the camp rules and after asking each of us to stand and identify ourselves, he informed us where our billet was to be and that we were to report to the stores to have ourselves measured up for uniforms. I hoped that some day in the future I would be able to stand and look as splendid as he did in my kilt.

I was billeted in a hut with two of the other new recruits and what I assumed was about ten other members of the regiment. My two fellow recruits, Bill and Frank were the same age as myself but Bill was like myself tall and dark and had probably taken a keen interest in sport during his school days. Frank on the other hand was what I could only describe as a rather pretty boy. He was as I said my own age (eighteen) but he looked like a rather innocent fourteen year old. He was about two inches shorter than myself and had a very fair complexion with pure blonde hair and very striking blue eyes. The hut was empty when we arrived and we were allocated beds at the far end of the room and told to unpack and report to the stores in thirty minutes. This did not give us much time to chat but the one topic of conversation was naturally the sergeant-major. Bill and I expressed our admiration for such a powerful man but Frank was, from his remarks, most definitely terrified of him. He seemed to think that there was something evil in his eyes but we just laughed at him and told him not to worry.

We arrived at the stores at exactly the time required of us and once inside I held my breathe in amazement, the main room was lined from wall to wall with kilts all of different lengths but of the same tartan. We were very quickly measured by the corporal and issued with a variety of clothes but no kilt. I was very disappointed but once the initial garments had been issued, we were each asked to kneel down on the floor and the corporal measured us for our length of kilt. Within minutes he was standing in front of us with three kilts of the required sizes. He mentioned that since we were all of fairly regular build, we could take delivery at once but that we were to look after them with great care.

I think Frank and Bill were as keen as I was to get back to our billet to try the kilts on. Whenever we entered the room, the other items of clothing were thrown on our respective beds and I like Bill started to undress. We had been warned that it was unacceptable to wear any item of clothing under the kilts and since, as I said, Bill was like myself used to the sports field neither of us thought for a second about stripping off naked and starting to try on our new matching kilts. I remember Frank starting to undress tentatively and turning round to face the wall as if he was ashamed of us seeing him naked. I was just fastening the straps at the top of my kilt when Frank, standing with his back to me, slipped down his underpants and pulled his kilt over two of the roundest whitest arse cheeks that I had ever seen. They were so firm and well shaped that when I got the feeling of growth down in my groin, I was not sure if it was the excitement of the kilt resting against my free cock or the sight of his arse that was causing it.

I should explain that during my many years on the rugby team at school and being involved in athletics I was used to the usual boyish games that took place in the showers and the changing rooms. Wanking in front of each other was something that we had grown out of by the age of thirteen and although many of the guys changed, there was a group of about six of us in the rugby team that had managed to help each other in learning the pleasures of the body. We used to wank each other off and when a new guy joined the team when we were in our fifth year, he did not take long in joining our little group. He had the best developed body of all of us and although his cock was of a respectable size, he never seemed to get erect as quickly as the rest of us. It was only when one of the rest of us touched him that he became hard and after about a month on the team he asked me if any of us were into fucking. I told him that as far as I knew none of us had fucked a girl. He just laughed and said that he actually meant fucking another guy. I was a bit horrified and it was not until later that week when we were the last two in the shower that he started to wank me until my reasonably thick eight incher was rock solid that the subject was mentioned again. He was busy using soap on his left hand while he was wanking my tool very slowly with his right. I could see his hand going behind his back and then I realised that he was fingering his back passage with his soapy hand. I asked him why and he just said that he got really horny when his arse was being fingered and he would really like me to try to stick my cock up him. I was in such a state of excitement by now that the thought of this was not unappealing and when he proceeded to lather my cock with soap I was sure that I was going to shoot all over the floor. He however must have realised this and let my tool go. He then turned round and presented his very firm muscular white cheeks to me. He then moved towards me until my cock was resting against his hole and I am afraid to say that I needed no invitation to start pushing. After quite a struggle and a lot of soap, I had my full eight inches thrust deep into his arse. I then began to slowly thrust in and out, the feeling was magnificent and with about five deep slow thrusts my juices were flowing deep into him. It was not long after that before our small group of wankers were regularly shafting that very firm arse. He was, as far as I could see insatiable, on some occasions all six of us fucked him one after another and he was still wanking away when the sixth guy was shooting into him. He also taught us the benefits of having a blow-job, his mouth was as eager as his arse. He was a very good rugby player with his firm muscular frame and we were all delighted that he remained on the team until we all left school.

Seeing Frank's firm round white buttocks made me think of all those horny sessions we used to have and I had to sit down rather quickly on my bunk as I realised that my new kilt was beginning to have rather a pronounced bulge at the front. After we had inspected each other fully dressed we had to change back into sports kit and report to the training supervisor. While we changing back, I could not help but notice that Bill with his well developed body had an extremely hairy front with a massive amount of hair round a pair of extremely large balls and a rather small cock that looked only about two inches long. I realised that he to was looking over at me and as I had just managed to get rid of my semi-erection, I was sporting a very heavy swinging tool between my legs. He just smiled when our eyes met and nodded over in the direction of Frank who was being as bashful as before. We both winked at each other and I knew what he was thinking.

The first few days in the camp were torture and my body felt as if it would never recover from the physical tasks that had been expected of it. I like Bill had no qualms about acting like the other guys sharing our hut and as we were both used to the showers, it was nothing unusual to see the other guys walking about in the mornings and at night with no clothes on. Frank however always managed to dress and undress out of sight of others and on the few occasions when I saw those round cheeks, my pecker became very hard.

Two of the older guys in the hut told Bill and I that in our second week we would have our full dress parade with kilts on and that our initiation ceremony would take place that night. The idea of a ceremony worried me but the thought of us all parading about in full highland dress was very stimulating. The guys told us that the initiation was just a bit of horse-play and that we would be sore for a couple of days but on no account were we to protest too much or report the ceremony as the guys would never forgive anyone or accept them into the regiment.

When the day for the parade arrived we all got dressed up and I had a quiet word with Frank thinking he should know about the evening ceremony. He seemed in no way worried by it and even managed a smile. I decided that he knew something that neither Bill or I were privy to.

The parade was great, we all spent rather a long time getting dressed, making sure that everything was exact as we knew that the sergeant-major would be there and as he had been in very little evidence over the previous time we were assured that from now on he would be watching us like a hawk. We were paraded up and down and in the heat of the day, we were exhausted after the three hours of hard work under the scrutiny of the sergeant-major. He really put us through our paces and he as usual looked magnificent in his full regalia.

By the time we were dismissed we all went back to our respective huts to stretch out and have a rest prior to our evening meal. The other 'veterans' in our hut were full of the prospect of the evenings entertainment as they put it and we were told that we should be fully dressed in our kilts, ready for their inspection at 9pm prompt. The meal went rather quietly as Bill and I discussed the probably form of the initiation and although Frank was sitting next to us he did not contribute either to the ideas or to our misgivings. What did he know!

At about 8.30pm the three of us started to get dresses up for the inspection and as usual Frank turned his back to us and those white mountains of muscular flesh was presented in our direction. Not having had a wank since I arrived at the camp, it was almost too much for me and my cock started to swell and jerk between my legs. Having trouble controlling myself, I never noticed the others until Bill pointed them out to me. The entire group of soldiers in the hut were all getting rigged out in their kilts, but even stranger was the fact that they were putting kilts on but nothing else. All ten of them were dressed in identical kilts, with no tops on and no shoes or socks. Jim, one of the older members in the hut (about thirty years old) came over and told us to do likewise - kilts and nothing else. Bill and I just looked at each other and when we turned to Frank he was standing as requested, kilt but nothing else.

We did as we were asked and at 9pm exactly, we were ordered to march up to the centre of the room and stand at attention. The other members of our hut then proceeded to walk round and round us as if inspecting every little feature of our bodies. Jim then marched out of the room and groups of three took hold of each of us and when I heard Jim re-enter, we were all forced to bend over double. What was going on, I could feel my heart pounding away. I could see Jim’s legs approaching us and when he was directly behind he ordered our restrainers to lift and I thought that they were just checking if we were as we should be under our kilts. I heard a sigh from someone and wondered if some other pair of eyes had found Frank’s cheeks as appealing as I had. I was sure that was all there was going to be until I remembered what one of the guys had said. 'You will be sore for a couple of days ‘ What were they going to do?

I soon found out, we were allowed to stand up but still restrained when Jim announced that Bill would be first, then me and with a grin he said that they would keep Frank until the last. Within seconds, Bill was marched over to the table and forced to bend over face down. One guy was on each arm and another tied each leg to one of the legs of the table. Once the legs were secured firmly, the two at either side were told to hold him down firmly while the others, secured Frank and I to two chairs. That left me struggling but unable to move. The eight guys who were now left free to move, quickly lined up with Jim taking the front position in the line. I then saw it, Jim had a long black belt hanging from the waist band of his kilt !! Jim shouted ready and they all shouted on mass 'yes'. Jim withdrew the belt from his waist and took four or five steps forward until he was about two feet from Bill's prostrate form. He then ordered his two restrainers to lift Bill's kilt. They were going to thrash us! Bill, not seeing anything behind him was unaware of what was going on and when Jim took a swing with the black belt in the direction of Bill's exposed cheeks, I wanted to close my eyes but knew I had to watch. The belt came down thrashing right across both of his cheeks with a loud crack that was exceeded only by the yell that came from Bill seconds after the impact. Jim shouted next and then I knew, each of the line were to get a crack at his arse, that was the initiation. They all took their turn, some putting more effort into it than others but Bill's bum was like a red brick by the end of it and he had some long broad red bands across his cheeks. My eyes were fixed on what was happening to Bill and I lost count until I realised that they were approaching me. Bill was freed and his two holders joined the line while another two dragged me over to the table. I was laid prostrate just like Bill and knowing what was going to happen made me struggle even more. Jim took command once again and I could hear him ordering the line up and then be shouted to Bill to join in at the end of the line and to make a good job of it or else he would receive a second stretch.

I was going to get nine strokes! The first arrived from I assume Jim with a almighty crack and a stinging sensation shuddered across my cheeks. The problem then was that before the second stroke hit me I could feel my cock starting to twitch underneath the front of my kilt. It was pressed firm against the edge of the table but sure enough when the second and subsequent strokes descended on my exposed arse, my cock grew firmer, thicker and most definitely longer. By the sixth whack I knew the stingers were the best. By the ninth one which was I knew to come from Bill I was ready to shoot spunk all over the inside of my lovely new kilt. I had to get a grip of things or the others would see that I was randy from this and I would never live it down. Bill then helped to untie me and with a concerned face he apologised for using my arse in anger but when I stood up his gaze fell to the front of my kilt where there was a most definite bulge caused by the uncontrolled growth of my eight inch tool. Bill smiled and suggested that I had maybe not been hurt as much as I had let on.

By the time Bill had helped me up and was chatting to me, the other guys had released Frank from his chair and were taking him over to the table for his initiation. Something was wrong, I expected Frank to be squirming and struggling to get free, he was not! He was more or less walking over to the table, no sign of a struggle and there was the smallest glimpse of a grin on his well sculptured face. The blue eyes were wide but with anticipation not fear. They put him face down on the table and before his legs were tied, one of the guys lifted his kilt off his well rounded cheeks. We all stared at the sight of that arse, it was like something you would see on a sculpture or in a painting, it just did not look real, it was so perfect in every detail. When he was properly restrained (not that this looked necessary), the eight free guys along with Bill and I formed a queue. I was having great difficulty controlling my urges and when Jim at the front of the queue pulled the belt back over his shoulder, I held my breathe with anticipation. The leather contacted Franks cheeks with a tremendous crack but no yell from Frank. All that was heard was a deep moan, and then as the red marks began to form on his arse, his cheeks began to squirm about and twitch as if to say 'next please'. By the time he had received four or five whacks, my cock was so hard that I had to pull it up vertically under my sporran in case the other guys saw it. Frank was lying there with a red hot arse that was still wriggling about and nothing but moans were being emitted from deep in has throat. Bill nudged me just before his turn and commented that he thought that Frank was enjoying every little bit of this. I had to agree and we both decided that he was going to get the hardest whacks that we could manage.

Bill then had the belt in his hand and instead of taking a direct swing at the now glowing arse, he swung the belt loosely over to the cheeks to check that his aim and distance were ok. He then slowly swung the strap over the side of his shoulder so that he could get a direct hit across both cheeks at the same time. The belt landed on Frank's arse square across both cheeks with such a crack that I was sure he must have hurt him but no the moan that came from Frank was more like that of someone having a fabulous orgasm. He really enjoyed this. Well I was now going to have a go and with my own cock held firmly in under my kilt, I decided to follow Bill's routine and I managed more or less the same result, the only difference being that I did not quiet manage to hit him just as square on both cheeks. The problem however was not the moans of ecstasy that were coming from Frank but the hot squirts of spunk that were being shot out of my own cock under the waist band of my kilt. I had to move away quickly and make for my locker where I could get some tissues to stuff up my kilt in the hope that it would soak up the creamy juices. I remember thinking that it was a good job I had pulled my tool up into the vertical position otherwise I would have shot spunk all over the floor for all the others to see.

When I made my way over to my bed, I noticed that there was a shadowy figure standing down at the far end of the hut and as I got closer I saw that it was none other than the sergeant-major. He had been watching the floor show and from the bulge he was sporting at the front of his kilt, he must have enjoyed it even more than Frank. He turned away quickly and left but he must have known that I saw him and that worried me.

When I got back over to the centre of the hut, Frank had been released and was sitting on the edge of a nearby bed. Neither Bill or I could even think about sitting. My arse was still numb but every time I moved the kilt rubbed against my cheeks and sent a shiver down my spine. Bill and I moved over to where Frank was seated and asked if he was ok. He just looked up with a smile on his face. He got up and all three of us moved up towards the far end of the hut where our beds were. The other guys were getting changed, ready to go over to the mess for a drinking session.

By the time that the others had left, I had informed Bill and Frank that the sergeant-major had been watching the proceedings. I never said anything about his state of excitement. When we were alone, Bill started to change out of his kilt and I decided to do the same. My cock was now back to normal size and I had managed to extricate the tissues while we were moving up the hut. I was however unaware of the mess inside my kilt, and while talking to Bill I removed my kilt and without thinking lay it down open on the bed between us. Before I looked down, Bill's eyes were on it and the large white marks were so obvious that he must have known what had happened. Frank was as usual standing with his back to us while removing his kilt but when Bill turned to me and asked whether I had shot my load while being whipped or when I was whipping Frank, Frank turned round so fast that he nearly lost his balance. Bill and I turned to face him but instead of our eyes meeting his, they were immediately drawn downwards by the pendulum motion that was taking place. It was his cock, the first time we had seen it and boy was it massive. I having seen many cocks in showers and changing rooms knew that it was not completely flaccid but I had never seen anything like it before. It was swinging from side to side after the quick turning motion of his body. There were very few blonde hairs above this thick piece of meat that seemed to reach half way down to his knees. I had always been quite proud of my own tool but now I felt really inferior. My eight incher although thick was no match for Frank's whopper. It must have been over eleven inches in length and my own thickness of six inches when hard was being matched by this flaccid monster.

I looked at Bill and before we could say anything, Frank was wanting to know if I had shot my load while I hit him. Since we were all naked and I had obviously shot my load I decided to tell the truth. I told them that I had actually got erect while I was being thrashed but when I saw Frank's white cheeks being tackled with such relish, I had not managed to control myself and had shot my load up under the waist of my kilt. Confessions were in the air and whenever I finished, Frank informed us that he had known for years that his well rounded arse was an asset and from the age of fourteen he had been receiving regular belting from a scout master. He said that he really enjoyed it and that he had even been fucked by this guy but he had never had a chance to fuck a women far less a guy. He said he had been showing off his arse to use since we arrived in the hope that one or both of us might enjoy a little C.P. I explained that we had been fucking this guy on the rugby team at school and that he would suck us off but we had never hit each other and when I saw those round cheeks of his I had been getting rather randy but managing to control it rather well until tonight. Bill had said nothing but when Frank and I stopped and looked over to him, his small two inch flaccid cock had grown into a very thick five incher. It was sticking straight out from his hairy groin with two massive big balls sitting there underneath, no doubt full to the brim with hot juicy spunk. He tried to hide it by closing his legs over but it was so hard and firm that he could not press it down between his legs. He then got up and went to his locker and pulled out a towel to cover his manhood and came back over to sit with us.

He told us that he had never been involved with any of the usual horse-play at school but he knew that it had been going on. He just assumed that all the other guys assumed he would not be interested, him being one of the best athletes in the school. He then confessed that he also had been turned on by Frank's arse from the first day he had seen it but that when he was being leathered, he had found it very painful and not in the least enjoyable. Doing it however was another matter.

We chatted away for some time and the conclusions were that Frank liked to be thrashed regularly and had in the past been fucked and had once sucked a cock. Bill did not like getting leathered but he had found giving a thrashing very stimulating and although he had neither sucked or fucked before, he was rather curious. I on the other hand knew that being belted and belting someone was a great turn-on and from past experience, I knew only to well what it was like having my eight inch tool deep inside a tight arse or in a hot juicy mouth.

It only took a little more conversation from the three of us before Bill's tool started to shoot spunk all over the towel that he was holding. We all then decided that we would leave things tonight as we were expected to go over to the mess to meet the other guys but an arrangement was made for the following evening when we all had a pass to go out to the local village for the evening.

As the next evening approached, I had a few involuntary erections thinking of what we might get up to. At about six we were all ready to leave and with a knowing look from Frank, he suggested that he might smuggle his kilt out with him. Bill and I had no objections and as we walked down to the village on this fine autumn evening, Frank walked off to the woods about half way there and hid his kilt. He said that we could all three go and look for it on our way back. We passed a few hours in the local pub having a few pints and it was soon dark. We had to be back at the barracks by 11pm and it was at about 9pm that Frank suggested that we should be on our way.

We walked back along the road watching to make sure that no one else was about and when we got back to the woods, all three of us headed off the road and after Frank retrieved his kilt we made our way deeper into the woods until we were about a mile from the road. when we found a clearing, Frank said that he was going to put his kilt on and within seconds his back was to us and he was rather slowly slipping down his trousers and then his underpants. The moon striking those round white cheeks was magnificent and I was very quickly in an erect state. Whenever he had his kilt on, he came over to Bill and I and going down on his knees, he proceeded to unbuckle our belts and flies, one in each hand. The tension was enormous as well as my swelling crotch. He then slipped our trousers and pants down and with my cock in his right hand, he stretched over to Bill's semi-erection and opening his mouth wide he took its entire length in his mouth. He must have been using his tongue on it as within seconds, I could see Bill's cock get harder and harder and as it was rather thick, Frank's mouth was getting stretched wider and wider. After a few more long deep sucks on Bill, he moved over to me with his wanton mouth wide in anticipation. Boy was his mouth hot and when he moved slowly down my eight inches, I could feel the warmth of the deepest recesses of his throat. I like Bill only got a taste of this pleasure and considering that Bill had never had a mouth round his cock before he was in a very excited state. Frank obviously wanted this to last much longer.

Frank then got up from his position and walking back to where he had placed his clothes, he bent down to expose that beautiful arse as he rummaged about. He then stood up and walking back over I could see that he had taken the belt of his trousers, he wanted us to hit him ! When he got closer, I realised quickly that I was mistaken, that was no trouser belt he was holding, it was a long black three pronged tawse. Where did he get that from I wondered. He got up to us and explained that his uncle had been a teacher and that when he died, he and his mother had been emptying his house when he came across the strap and he had no problem stashing it away for future use. It was about 24 inches long and very supple and when I touched it, I found that it was very smooth and rather exciting. Frank, getting down to business, handed the belt over to Bill and finding an appropriate tree trunk, he stretched over it face down and asked me to hold up the back of his kilt while Bill took a few whacks at his arse. This was no problem to either of us and when Bill took his first swing, I could feel Frank's body twitching in anticipation. The tawse landed with a terrific crack on those round cheeks and with a deep groan from Frank, he twisted his head round and engulfed my rigid tool in his mouth. As the second whack arrived, he just pushed his mouth further down over my cock. I very nearly shot there and then.

After Bill had taken four strikes, he motioned for me to replace him not that he was not enjoying his task but I knew from the way he was watching Frank's mouth working on my cock that he wanted his second try at this. I slipped my rigid cock out of Frank's mouth and swapped places with Bill. Frank had obviously no objections since he had Bill's cock in his mouth before I had even taken aim at those now red buttocks. I stood back so that I could get a good swing at his cheeks and with all the force I could manage I brought the belt down across both his cheeks. The noise was tremendous and when Frank jumped up about six inches from the tree trunk, I thought I had hurt him but no he took his mouth off Bill's now dripping cock and yelled for more of the same. I obliged and he was soon writhing about in a state of what I assumed was ecstasy. I had delivered about ten of these blows to his exposed arse when he pulled away from Bill and bending over towards Bill's rampant tool, he shouted at him to fuck him. Not having done this before, Bill looked over to me and I told him to spit on his hands and wet Frank's hole and then to take it easy just pushing a little at a time. Frank shouted 'no! I He wanted it all a once. So that was how Bill gave his first fuck. He had no sooner wet Frank's arse and stood with his very thick five inch tool at the entrance of this beautiful arse when Frank feeling the wet tip of the cock starting to invade him pushed backwards so hard that they nearly both fell to the ground. He was immediately deep inside. I went round to the front and forced my dock into Frank's mouth and with the deep thrusts that were being administered from behind, he was making a great job of sucking me off. I

was however hoping that I too would get the chance to fuck those cheeks and when after about three minutes, Bill began to moan and groan deeply I knew he was coming and that if I managed not to come in Frank's mouth that I would get my wish.

When Bill was fully spent inside Frank, I pulled my cock out of it's hot enclosure, picked up the belt and took one beautiful crack at Frank's buttocks. He yelled out and started to stand up but catching him by the neck, I pushed back down. I told Bill to hold him still and stroking my wet tool, I walked up to his bum until my cock was resting between his cheeks. I then shoved all of my eight inches deep into his arse. It was marvellous, his arse was still full of Bill's juices and that made it all the more exciting. It did not take me very long to unload my spunk into Frank, I would have liked to fuck him for hours but in the state that I was in there was no holding back. Especially when Bill decided that Frank would stay where he was and getting behind me he started to whack my arse with the tawse. With Bill and I exhausted from our efforts, Frank stood up and lifting the front of his kilt exposed that massive tool of his. It was almost erect and after a bit of coaxing, Bill and I were persuaded to go down and lick it. I took the head and Bill the balls. The head was just about all I could get in my mouth but with my tongue working up and down Frank soon started to moan and the now fully erect cock started to shoot squirt after squirt of come all over Bill and myself. with all three of us spent, we smiled at each other and decided that without planning anything this would most definitely happen again.

Walking back to the barracks, Bill started to rave about how tight Frank's arse was and how he had enjoyed his first fuck. I am sure that if we had not been so near the camp that Bill would have loved a second go there and then. I however was quietly enjoying the tinkling feeling on my cheeks and the content way that my cock was rubbing against my underpants.

When we arrived back, the sergeant-major was standing at the entrance talking to the guard. I thought nothing of this until when we were passing him, he commented on the fact that we had left the pub nearly two hours earlier. Frank just shrugged and said that we had gone for a walk to explore the country-side. That seemed to satisfy him and we walked on up to our hut. Being tired we all started to get undressed for bed and with a quiet word from Bill, Frank and I decided that we had better get undressed with our backs to the wall just in case one of the other guys noticed the now very raw arses that we had. Especially Frank, his was much worse than after the initiation. We climbed into our respective beds and I must admit I had the best nights sleep I had had for a long time and with the erection I was sporting in the morning I had to get out of bed very quickly and under a cold shower. Why was I bothering, some of the other guys climbed out of bed with steaming hard-ons nearly every morning. Maybe I did not want the comments that they used to shout at each other.

Two days later, Frank managed to give both Bill and I a suck in the showers. It was in the evening when the others had gone over to the mess and although Frank wanted thrashed, there was no way we could do it in there. He sucked us both off and I licked away at his enormous tool while Bill fingered his arse. He did not take long to come either. We decided that on our next late pass we would have a repeat of our evening in the woods. Three more days until I got at those white cheeks again.

The night arrived and after checking with Frank that he had his kilt and tawse ready to smuggle out, we departed for the pub as before. Our pass was once again until 11pm and we decided that we could not leave the pub before 9pm in case it looked rather suspicious. At about 8.50pm Frank got up and shouted that he was off to the loo and would see us outside when we were finished. Bill and I rather quickly finished off our pints and after saying goodnight to a few of the other guys from the camp, we stepped out into the evening air. Frank followed us after a few minutes and we set off up the road to the place in the woods where the kilt and belt were hidden.

When we had collected the kilt and belt, we went in search of the clearing that we had found on the previous occasion. Once there, it took only seconds for Frank to get his clothes off and the kilt on. As usual he had his back to us, this randy sod knew how his arse would tempt even a saint. While he was fastening his kilt, Bill started to strip me and he was soon down trying to take my rather rapidly growing cock into his mouth. He was learning fast and when Frank came over he simply pulled Bill trousers down and stuffed his cock into his mouth. After a sucking session of about ten minutes where we all swapped round a couple of times, I was amazed at how much of Frank's eleven inches I could get in my mouth without choking. Frank then decided that he wanted to start by having a whack at Bill and I since he never got the opportunity at the initiation ceremony. Bill was a bit dubious but with the promise of first fuck at Frank's arse, he was not too upset. Frank placed us both over a tree trunk and with our arses exposed to the sky, he proceeded to take five whacks at each of us in turn. He was so quick at it that the noise sounded like a rapid fire gun. Whack after whack in quick succession. I was delirious with the pain when he had finished and judging by the erection that Bill was sporting, he had not found it too difficult to bear. It was now our turn and as on the previous occasion, we took turn about thrashing Frank while he sucked the other. I was managing to control myself much better this time and although Frank was doing a good job with his mouth, I knew that I was going to be able to shaft him later and make it last and last.

It did not take long before Bill decided that he was going to have his promise fulfilled. He was soon behind Frank and there was no need for Frank to push back this time. Bill wet the arse and just grabbed both of Frank's hips and pulled him onto his rampant cock. I knew it was rough as Frank let a yelp rather than his usual moan but he soon relaxed and was enjoying every thrust that was being delivered. I was standing in front of Frank with my cock slipping in and out of his mouth when I heard something behind us. It was a twig breaking, was it an animal or was there someone there! Bill and I pulled out of our respective orifices and all three of us made for the bundle of clothes. We had not even got half way there when out of the darkness appeared the sergeant-major. He was wearing a track suit and since he often went for a run at night we assumed that he had stumbled on us but no he had followed us when we left the camp and seeing Frank stash items in the woods, he had found them and decided to wait on our return. He sounded quite calm but since he must have seen what we were doing and judging by the growth that was all to obvious down the front of his track bottoms, he was very interested in our little get together.

He stopped us from reaching our clothes and told us that since he had seen all the rest, he wanted to see us finish the job. All three of us were standing facing him and when I glimpsed at Bill and Frank I could see that their erections like mine were diminishing rapidly. The SM walked over to Frank and pushed him back over the tree trunk and told Bill and I to get stuck in. With those now red cheeks exposed skywards, I could feel the tension building up in my groin and when the SM handed me the belt, I needed no invitation to proceed. Bill and I both had a few hard whacks at Frank's arse and then we took up our previous position with my cock deep in his mouth and Bill's thick tool plunging in and out of his arse. The SM was standing about two feet away from us rubbing his big manly hands against what looked like a hose pipe inside his track suit bottoms, he was definitely enjoying this!

While we were pumping in and out of either end of Frank, he picked up the belt and before I realised what was going on he brought it down across my cheeks with such force that my entire body shook and my cock sank down into the deepest reaches of Frank's throat. It was fabulous. He then moved round to Bill and when he landed that belt across both cheeks, Bill yelled out in pain and then pleasure as he unloaded his come into Frank's arse. I wanted to hold back and see what the SM had in mind. We did not have to wait long, as whenever Bill pulled his thick spunky cock out of Frank's arse, the SM was round there like a shot. He rubbed those cheeks for what seemed like ever before he started to smack them with his thick hands. Frank was still gobbling away at my tool when the SM took the belt to Frank and boy did he hit him, he took one swing after another landing each with such a crack that Frank was being forced forwards onto my now extremely hot meat. After about ten whacks, the SM moved away and in a loud voice ordered me to fuck Frank. I jumped to it and with one deep thrust, my eight inch tool was up to the hilt in Franks juicy tunnel. I was busy thrusting away when the SM started to undress, he did not have much clothing on but when he exposed his broad manly chest, I nearly came inside Frank. He then pulled down his track suit bottoms and there set in a mass of thick black hair was an almost perfect match of Frank's massive eleven incher with two very low slung balls hanging beneath it. He put his hand round the base of his thick tool and forced the head into Frank's mouth until he nearly choked on it. He then ordered Bill to take the belt and to hit him as hard as he could. Yes the SM wanted thrashed. Bill took a very tentative whack and was severely reprimanded for his efforts, he then started at full belt and by the look on the SM’s face he was enjoying every crack that he got. I was ready to shoot and when Bill took the belt to my arse I emptied my load into Frank. I was immediately pushed aside by the SM, he had moved from Frank's mouth and walked round to the arse with his now fully erect cock sticking straight out from his firm groin. It was like a thick spear and it looked even longer than before. He whacked each cheek with his tool and then very carefully placed the head at the entrance to Frank's tunnel and every so slowly eased the full length deep into Frank. Bill and I held Frank still while the SM took deep thrusts into that now very slippy tunnel. I never thought that Frank could have got it all in but he took it like a man and after the initial shock of the size of the invasion, he seemed to be really enjoying every thrust. It was not long before the SM started to increase his speed and he then started to groan and shout until I knew he was shooting his thick come up into Frank. He pumped away slowly for a while and then slipped his hose pipe like cock out of Frank and when he moved back I saw that his cock was no longer erect but was hanging between his legs with such grace and splendour that I could not resist getting down on my knees and taking this monster into my mouth. It tasted great!

While I was sucking away at this monster, the SM yelled for Frank and Bill to take turns with the belt. They had no trouble at striking the right spot and after about four whacks, the SM's cock was swelling so much in girth that I thought that it would stick in my mouth for good, what a thought, a permanent erect whopper that I could feed on whenever I needed sustenance. All of a sudden he pulled his oozing tool from my eager lips and marched over to the tree and proceeded to bend over it. He wanted fucked, but by whom! The order came soon enough, he wanted us all but in a specific order, Bill's short very thick tool was to be first, then my rampant eight incher and yes finally he wanted the little innocent with the beautiful arse and the whopper of a cock to finish him off.

Bill having shot his load earlier was now very eager and ready to plunge into yet another arse but he first took the belt over the SM's arse a couple of times. He then took a deep thrust at this very muscular hairy arse and I guessed from his moans and the SM's gasp that he had got straight to the hilt in one foul move. Having shot earlier, he was able to take his time and with him pumping away for nearly ten minutes, Frank and I went down on each other before crawling under the SM and sucking his manly rod. Having two such monstrous cock to suck, I was very excited and when Bill came inside the SM with wild yells of pleasure I was up on my feet and taking his place in seconds. Knowing that Bill's cock was as thick as mine if not thicker I guessed that I would have no trouble entering this hot juicy tunnel but I wanted my fuller length to get as deep as possible without coming too soon so I took things slowly. He had very firm arse muscles and although I was working in and out in deep slow thrusts, the muscles were working on me at twice the pace and I knew that I would not be able to hold out as long as Bill. It only took me about four minutes of this pleasure before I felt the spunk rising inside my cock and then it was only a matter of seconds before my tool exploded inside his arse and all my lovely come was shooting up the SM’s bum.

Frank was to be next, I wanted to see this and although the SM had plunged his enormous tool into Frank the thought of Frank fucking the SM with his monster had me starting to get my third erection. The SM moved into the clearing and told Bill and I to stand in front of him so that he could use his mouth on us and the belt on our buttocks while he got fucked. Frank took up position behind the SM and after rubbing his cock up and down between those firm cheeks, he wet his hands and when he had rubbed this on his hefty rod, he eased it inch by inch into the depths of the SM’s arse until all of his eleven inches disappeared. Since Frank had not shot his load, I thought he would shoot very quickly but the lucky devil had fabulous self control and kept hammering in and out for what seemed like an hour. Bill and I had both managed to shoot another load into the eager mouth of the SM before Frank yelled that he was ready. He hit a great tempo and with very rapid thrusts, he shouted and moaned with such pleasure that he must have been heard miles away.

We then all got cleaned up and with the SM and Frank dribbling a fabulous mixture of juicy cum from their respective bums, it took us a while before we were all decent. The SM told us how he always watched the initiation ceremonies each year to see if any of the guys looked as if they were enjoying it and then he occasionally got a score later. This was the first time he had got three guys and all so horny.

We were about an hour late for our pass but the SM spoke to the guy on guard and explained that he had been showing us some recruitment procedures and that he would authorise such passes as and when required. This I took to mean that we were going to meet again and I knew that Frank and Bill would be only too pleased to have a second night like we had just had.