Bootcamp
We all stood there, stark naked, our bodies firm and defiant, our forms supple and defined. I could feel the breeze from the large vent fans in the corners of the ceiling circulating the air across my nipples, now stiff from embarrassment. It didn’t help against the heat, causing sweat to trickle down my bare breasts, over my firm tummy and into the light bush over my crotch. We were all in a line, standing in front of our beds, at attention. The men were on the other side of the room, all clothed in uniform. They, likewise, stood at attention in front of their beds. Like us their bodies were firm and toned, all a product of the same military training. While their bodies stood at attention, their eyes couldn’t help but roam over the display of flesh in front of them. It was hard to tell if the sweat trickling down their necks was a product of the heat or their anticipation.
The commander stood at the entrance to the barracks, eyeing the rows of soldiers. Unlike the men lined up across from us, when he looked at the nude women he did not seem interested. His eyes did not roam over us ludely, memorizing every curve and contour of our bodies, making my nipples harden even more. He walked down the line, making a cursory examination. Finally coming to a stop in the middle of the barracks, he stood, turned toward us and bellowed, “Something is amiss in my barracks; would someone like to explain what that might be?”
The men barely managed to hold back their snickers. The women all shifted nervously, as much as they could without falling out of stance. I spoke up, unafraid, “Sir, the women are all nude, sir.”
His eyes immediately fell on me and he marched to stand but a few feet in front of me. This time he did leer, his eyes taking in every inch of my body and proclaiming his approval of it. My stomach flexed at that look, but I held my stance and my gaze straight ahead, not looking him in the eyes but past him at nothing. “The women are all nude; would you care to explain why that is, recruit?”
“Sir, when we arrived our clothes were all taken and we were refused uniforms. When I enquired they claimed it was at your order, sir.” I replied defiantly. I could see the smirks on the men just across the way, laughing to themselves about our apparently officer imposed predicament.
Once again he looked my body up and down. My nipples ached from the strain of anticipation that would never come. My stomach quivered and my pussy clenched on nothing. “And why do you suppose I would do such a thing?” The commander asked, glaring at me in an authoritarian manner consistent with his position.
I readjusted my stance, taking a deep breath to try to quell the rise of butterflies, “Sir, I believe you don’t have a lot of respect for women. I think this is a way to humiliate us and attempt to scare us out of the military, so we can go home and have babies. I think it’s just an attempt to psyche us out, and I would like to inform you that, for at least this one of us, it is not going to work, sir.”
As I finished, as if stirred by my resolve, all the women in the row saluted and shouted as one, “Sir!”
He took a step back at that, looking up and down the row. Once again his gaze was indifferent, as if a row of nude woman was entirely unremarkable. “Fair enough, I suppose we’ll just have to see what we see,” he said, then simply strode out of the barracks.
We were quickly ushered off to shower and get prepared for drills and marching and whatever we were to do on our first day of training. Just like the barracks the shower was coed. The women, already being naked, went in first while the men stripped and got ready to join them. The shower was, of course, just a large tiled room with shower poles sticking up at uniform locations throughout. We were all just standing around wetting ourselves down when the men walked in, all muscles and cock. There wasn’t a limp man in the room, I assume from spending the last hour being subjected to fit female nudity, and now being thrust together with those same women in a confined space filled with water and intensive rubbing they were fit to bursting.
I found my eyes inexorably drawn to the men’s cocks. There was no other way to describe them. They were large, hard and ready. Before I even knew it I was surrounded by them. I hadn’t even noticed them moving toward me, nor any of the faces to which these cocks belonged. My mind was in a haze, and my mouth was suddenly dry. As I continued staring and rubbing myself with soap I suddenly heard one of the other women gasp. I turned, expecting to see the first casualty in a very real war of the sexes, but instead it appeared one of the girls had dropped her soap. She chided herself and walked over to where it had landed.
“Silly me,” she said, looking back at several of the men near her and bent over to pick it up. She didn’t crouch, like you might expect, she bent at the hips, keeping her legs straight. Once she was all the way over she spread her legs open, baring her slick cunt to the room. One of the men walked over then, laying his big hand on her ass, squeezing it and letting his thumb press against her anus, then slide down along her slit. “Need any help there?” he asked, never removing his hand from her rear.
She didn’t appear offended as she moaned intimately, arching her back just enough to push her pussy back against his groping thumb, slipping it inside her. Without even looking back to see who it might be she whimpered to him, “Think you could brace me, to help me keep my balance?”
His response was to step up behind her so his bulging cock was pressed right up against her slit and crack, his hands slipping up to hold her waist, “How’s this?”
She moaned again, several other men starting to move toward her. “Just a bit tighter, I don’t feel secure yet,” she replied.
He let go of her waist with one hand and reached between them, grabbing his cock and slipping it down along her backside. It actually pressed past her anus for a moment, her ass engulfing and kissing its head, before lining up with her juicy cunt and jerking forward. Water splashed away from them as his hips slapped against her ass. Without even commenting he was fucking her hard and fast. The other men came up around her, the rest in the room slowly migrating closer for their turn.
As she grabbed the cock of a man that had come up in front of her, and shoved it deep down her throat I heard another gasp from a different girl. I turned and saw another girl “accidentally” dropping her soap. Then I heard it again and again as the rest of the girls followed suit. Soon the men were evenly distributed, each having himself a willing girl to fuck.
I realized then that I had been soaping myself up the whole time, spending most of the time rubbing my breasts and the rest pressing against my own slick pussy. As I considered this I felt a man press up behind me, his large cock fitting smoothly between the firm globes of my ass. He reached around me, grasping a breast in his hand as he leaned in to speak, “Need any help over here?”
His other hand was on my hip, ready to bend me over and thrust inside me. It seemed like such a wonderful idea as I responded, “No thanks, I’m alright.”
His fingers gripped and pinched my rock hard nipples, giving them a twist. I gasped at the intensity of it, and then he was gone. Probably off to fuck some other girl instead of me. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. I was lucky for the shower soaking me, masking the trail of juices flowing down the insides of my legs.
The rest of the day went mostly as expected. Running a mile barefoot and naked down a paved road is not the most enjoyable experience in the world. It is less so when the road is not evenly paved. Right after cleaning up and again right before returning to the barracks for bed we exercised. While the men did a more conventional work out, strengthening their muscles, the women did yoga to strengthen flexibility. Watching the men strain and bulge as the women contorted, exposing every inch of our bodies, made me hot to my core. I couldn’t help but imagine them all nude again, like they had been in the shower.
That night, while I was still only half asleep, I was awakened by muffled gasps. I sat up, partially, to look around and realized that the women had all slipped from their beds and were now, each, paired off with one of the men, moaning and rutting in passion. I couldn’t see what they were doing in the dark, but I could hear it, and I could imagine.
As I lay back down, intent to return to sleep now that I knew what the disturbance was, I heard someone come near to my bed, then felt them climb in over me. I didn’t know who, but by the weight of him I assumed it was one of the men. Obviously one who had noticed the treat all the others were getting and decided to locate the girl holding out on him. Looking up into his face I couldn’t make out any features, I could only feel him, and I could smell him. The musk of his naked cock made me dizzy. There was only one thing I could think to do, so I reached down between us, grabbing his firm and ready member, while my legs lifted and spread, wrapping around him. I pulled him into me, joining us together. As he entered me fully I cried out in release. He immediately started pistoning into me and each time he bottomed out into me I saw stars. He grabbed and squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple just like, I realized then, he had in the shower earlier. I still didn’t know who he was though, I hadn’t turned to see him, but just then I didn’t care. My body and mind were so overpowered with pleasure I couldn’t even think.
He leaned into me then, still fucking me hard and fast, as he whispered in my ear. I could barely hear him as he said, “You’re mine now, forever. I’m your master.” I just nodded as more orgasms wracked through me, and then I felt his cock twitch as he sprayed my insides, to which I promptly blacked out in bliss.
The next morning, as we were all standing in line in front of our beds again, I could feel his leavings inside me. My stomach was still fluttering from the pure joy of it. I barely even registered as the commander entered and walked right up before me. “Alright girls, today you get your uniforms. You performed admirably yesterday.” I could see the men actively leering at the girls, and it seemed the girls were returning those stares with unbridled interest.
“You, however,” the commander continued, drawing my attention back to him, “performed above and beyond expectations.” I beamed inside at the praise, though I didn’t know for what, but kept my face placid and professional. “For that you’ll get a treat before the presentation of your uniforms.” At the mention of a treat, I realized, my eyes involuntarily lowered along his body to his crotch. The bulge was large and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. As I slowly brought my eyes back up to his, he had a smirk on his face. He reached down to his belt and undid it, then opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I didn’t even wait for an order, I dropped to my knees and started tenderly suckling on his glorious member. My hands were all over it, his balls and his thighs. I’d never needed it so much in my life as I did just then. “Men,” he bellowed, “present uniforms.”
I couldn’t see what they held, as they each pulled something out from behind them, not with the commander’s delicious cock the center of my attention. Whatever it was, though, each of the girls gasped and moaned. “Go retrieve your uniforms, girls,” he ordered. Rather than simply walking across the room to the man across from her, the girls all scrambled crisscross as if they were all going to a specific person. I didn’t know how they knew who had their size, but apparently they did.
As I bobbed my head, sucking for all I was worth, trying to coax the wonderful nectar from his loins I noticed his hands reach down past my head, holding something. I’d missed what it was, with my attention so focused where it belonged, but I still looked up into his eyes then. He smiled down at me as I felt something close around my neck followed by a complicated series of clicks. At the same moment I heard the clicks echo throughout the room as all the girls were given the same collar I had just been given. Just then I felt his balls seize up and his immaculate cum splash the back of my throat. My eyes went wide as my body shuddered in orgasm. I swallowed as if my life depended on it, worshipping his cock for all I was worth and until he was completely drained.
As I let go of his cock, looking up at him with a bright smile and remaining on my knees where I belonged, he brushed his hand through my hair. “So tell me slave, what do you think of my treatment now?” I beamed up at him, I couldn’t help it, he had been the man in the shower, and especially the one that had claimed me as his own. He had just given me my collar, the only uniform a slave like me would ever need. “Sir, you’re my Master, everything you do is right. I live only to server you, sir.”