Corps Takes All E2 | My Marine bunkmate's orders are my commands. (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Hugo was snoring by the time I picked myself up from the bathroom floor and rinsed my mouth out. Still, I was extra careful in climbing our bunk bed in case I woke him up again.

He definitely scares me, I’m not going to lie. He’s everything of a man that I’m not. In fact, I think he’s probably at least two times my body mass in pure muscle. No recruit here has a doubt that Hugo is going to make it through bootcamp. Most of us would even consider him top dog.

No one thinks I’m going to make it through bootcamp. Hell, not even I do. 

I’m not particularly shocked that Hugo chose my mouth to shove his dick into. He clocked that I was gay pretty much the first day, like how I clocked that he was an alpha. That man is, let’s say, talented in more ways than one. As much of a walking red flag he is, he’s…kinda my fantasy type. 

“If you don’t keep your eyes to yourself, I’m going to shove this slop into your sockets,” Hugo hissed in my right ear in the cantine. His masculine voice is like a toxin that immediately immobilizes me. “And I’ll be taking this.” He grabs my sandwich from my tray.

By the time I got my body to coordinate with my thoughts again and I turned my head, Hugo had already shoved my lunch into his mouth. He glared at me and gave me the finger, and I turned back around.

“You could tell Anderson,” a guy says while cocking his head towards our drill instructor. I honestly rather go hungry to look that man in the eye. I feel like he's been looking for any reason to get me out of the platoon. 

So, I went hungry. There were some canned peas left on my tray that tasted like old socks, and there's only so much of those I can eat before throwing up. Naturally, I sucked at the next physical challenge (pull ups) and Anderson started screaming in my face. 

“YOU USELESS PIECE OF GARBAGE…”

At some point, it just becomes background noise. I suppose it helps to know that I'm just forced to be here, and my family probably spends the equivalent of his salary on our garden. Anderson is just a meat head that wouldn't be able to do any other career with his oversized shoulders. 

“PATTERSON!” he screams, spit flying in my face, and Hugo trots up. 

“Yes, sir!” Hugo says in his booming voice. 

“You're responsible for this piece of shit! If I have to flush him down the bowl, then you go with him!” our drill instructor says. 

As if I needed Hugo to despise me anymore than he did. We were dismissed shortly after that, and everyone went to do the stupid rotating shower routine. 

“Langford!” Hugo barks at me as I move out of the shower. I turn around and face the gigantique soldier advancing on me. “If you fuck up my chances of being a marine, I'm going …” He takes another step forward and I instinctively cower a step backwards, slipping on something and falling to the wet tiled floor. 

From this angle, his thighs are as thick as a trunk. Water dripped over his hung cock. His pecs contracted as he bent over to look at me. 

“Pathetic. Fucking gross.” Hugo slams his foot beside me which splashes water at me. I look down in embarrassment at my hard cock. It's smaller than his, even at full erection. “You have no fucking pride, beta.” He kicks more dirty floor water at me and leaves. 

I knew I couldn't flunk out of bootcamp after that interaction. Hugo would obliterate me if I dragged him down with me. The next physical challenge was basically trying to pull ourselves through muddy conditions. Anderson placed Hugo behind him so he could push me forward, which he literally did at many occasions. 

But it got me through. Half of it was the adrenaline of Hugo on my ass the whole time. The other half was to prove to everyone, myself included, that I can. We all made it, uniforms muddy as hell, at the finish line. 

“OORAH!!!” I shout with my mates. It was hard to tell who was who since we're all bald and covered in mud. And we were all smiling. 

As we make our way back to the platoon to shower, I chat with some of the other guys for the first time. A couple of them congratulated me, and some others gave me some unsolicited advice. It didn't matter. I was happy to not feel like the big standout gay fairy for once. 

“Langford.” Strong hands grab my elbow as we enter the platoon. Strong enough that it changes the direction that I'm walking in and I find myself in a storage closet before I know it. 

Fuck. Fear rose in me as I looked at Hugo's big chest blocking the only exit. 

“I passed…” I say meekly to the gladiator in front of me. With his face painted with mud, he looks like a warrior straight out of war. 

“And I need to drain the pipes,” he says simply. He spreads his arms, and easily hangs his elbows from the storage shelves. 

“What did you say?” I ask. I might have mud in my ears.

“A blowjob, bitch!” His thunderous voice resonates even in his whisper and I drop to my knees. “Are you really that fucking worthless? Hey! I'm talking to you!” 

“No,” I say and I reach my shaking hands out to take his green trousers off. 

“Hey!” He smacks my hands away and I look up at him. “Do you want to suck a real man’s dick or not?”

“Sir, yes sir!” I say. It came out as a reflex. 

“That's right. Know your place, beta.” He smacks the side of my head. “Go!” 

I rush to take down his pants, which is extremely difficult due to how wet and muddy they are. Because his thighs are so big too, I basically had to peel the fabric off them. 

His crotch smells like sweat and mud. 

“Taking too fucking long. Are you fucking with me?” 

“Sir, no, sir,” I say. The musty smell is more than I usually handle. 

“What, it's not clean enough for the rich boy?” Hugo shoved his cock into my face. “Clean it off then.” 

“Oh…” The soft tissue of his cock pushes into my nose. 

“I said, clean it!” 

“Sir, yes…” He shoves his dick in my mouth and face fucks me. 

It's easy at first, because he was still soft. But after a minute, he had swelled up enough that I needed a hand at the base to stop from choking. 

“You should be at least half good at this.” He sneers down at me. “Take the hand off.” I obey and he makes me deep throat him. 

“GuhHHHh!” 

“You can't even suck dick well. What good are you?” I feel a glob of his spit land on my shaven head. The degradation sparks something inside me. It's like the more he made me feel bad, the more I wanted to prove to him that I'm worth it. 

Plus, his huge cock making my jaw sore is hot. I was getting off just by servicing his model of a dick.

“The fuck? Are you touching yourself?” Hugo kicks my hand roughly. “No wonder you can't suck dick to save your life. Hands on your head!” 

I do the motions, but he isn't satisfied with that. 

“You respond when I talk to you!” Hugo jams his swollen cock head into my throat. 

“Suh…Yus, suh!” I choke on my own spit. 

“That's better. This is what you need to focus on, beta bitch. Sucking cock and nothing more.” He spits on me again and this time it lands on my fingers. “Suck it, bitch.” 

My hands on my head, I use my aching neck to service the beast of a man in front of me. I listen to every breath and every word for clues that can push him over the edge. 

“Still not good enough.” Hugo pulls his cock out of my mouth and strokes it in front of me. I look straight at the swollen cock head, ashamed that I couldn't finish the job. 

I stick out my tongue to lick him, and Hugo pushes on my forehead so that I'm looking up at him. 

“You're disgusting,” he says. The look of disdain burns into my soul, and then warm goo covers my cheek. “Ah…go.” The pressure on my forehead lessens and I dive down onto his cock. “AhHHh!” The first voiced moan comes from him and I suck humbly. 

His jizz tastes almost sweet today. It might be the contrast with all the mud I have on my tongue. 

“Enough.” Hugo pulls out suddenly, and pulls up his pants. “You’re going to wait here for a couple minutes before you go. And, if you tell anyone…” 

“Sir, yes, sir…” I say, his cum dripping down my chin. 

“Good.” He turns around and exits the closet.