SS-1012 Boot Camp
Boot Camp
Stud Series
SS-1012
George Wilson
$2.25
FOREWORD
“The Marines are looking for a few good men!” Sergeant Masters barked at his new recruit. Jeff Carter, only seventeen but built as strong and solid as any man, with a red cock muscle which no other man could equal, stared straight ahead, proud, unafraid of the brutal drill instructor.
“Did you hear me, boot!?” Masters screamed at Jeff. He was giving Jeff ‘the treatment’—a series of punishing, humiliating tortures designed to break down the boy’s spirit and make him the sergeant’s love-slave.
“Yes, sir!” Jeff shouted back.
The sergeant glowered with rage. For all his efforts, the young stud Marine would not yield to him, would not become his willing servant. Why, no other man had ever stood up to the sergeant like that! No other man had dared!
“All right, boot! You’re in for it now!” Masters bellowed.
The sergeant ordered the young Marine to pull his olive-drab fatigues down to his ankles. Then, Jeff was ordered to bend over, his creamy thick asscheeks gleaming white in the pale moonlight. Jeff’s tiny teen shit tube puckered and pulsed. Droplets of juice trickled over his balls.
The sergeant raised his foremost torture instrument, a worn, hard, leather riding crop high in the air. With a quick downward motion he brought the hard stinging whip down forcefully on the recruit’s tender young butt.
Jeff flinched under the pain, as sharp burning waves of hurt flooded his ass and balls. But Jeff endured. It would take more than a good ass whipping to break his spirit!
The sergeant whipped him again and again, raising livid red welts on the Marine’s bare ass. Still, Jeff would not surrender himself to his sex-master.
The sergeant was beside himself with rage! He was infuriated at the boy’s resistance. All of the drill instructor’s brutality and sadism began to boil within him, making his balls chum and his cock throb against the seam of his Marine denims.
“All right. Carter, you asked for this!” he threatened the boy.
The sergeant began to undo his shiny brass belt-buckle and unbutton his fly. He let his pants drop to the floor.
Sergeant Masters’ thick, burgeoning cock stood straight and erect from the coarse, dark hairy patch that grew between his powerful thighs. The meaty male member was thick, thicker than any cock that Jeff had ever seen.
The sergeant moved behind Jeff and spread the teenager’s milky cheeks, fondling the taut flesh roughly between his fingers. He fixed the rough head of his dripping, heaving tool up against the pulsating tight entrance of Jeffs virgin asshole.
The sergeant’s eyes bulged with his blood-lust. He was finally going to take the young boy, rape him up the ass, fuck him furiously.
No man would be able to withstand it! Jeff would soon be his slave!
But Jeff Carter was no ordinary man.
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