Corp Takes All E3 | The marine alpha is down but not out (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“GO FASTER. FASTER MAGGOTS. GET YOUR FAT ASSES UP THERE!” 

Calling the drill instructors’ instructions inspiring would be the wrong word. To be honest, if they cracked upon a teaching book, they would probably find better ways to motivate us than just screaming at us and making us do burpees. 

“Hey!” I cry as I am pushed to the side of the big wooden structure we’re climbing. 

“Out of my way, loser,” Hugo says with a grunt as he climbs past me. “You’re slowing me down.”

It’s been a week of giving Hugo nightly blowjobs. Only once have I succeeded in making him cum by myself. I blame the setting; we have to be quick and there’s not enough room in the utilities closet to change up what we’re doing. I’m pretty sure he only came that one time because he won a call with his girlfriend just before. He was pretty much rearing to go as soon as he got out of that room. 

He was nicer to me briefly after that night. By nice, I mean he didn’t steal the food off my tray for once. But yesterday, he had to jerk himself off again in front of my face so his bull like attitude is back. 

Why do straight guys even need that much ass? I ask myself as I watch his glutes move side to side as he climbs ahead of me. I would kill to have a butt like that. 

“AIN’T NO TIME TO BE ADMIRING YOUR BUDDY’S CRACK!” Drill instructor Anderson shouts in my ear. “IF YOU’RE GOING TO BE A MAN LOVER, YOU BETTER THROW YOURSELF OUT OF MY BOOTCAMP RIGHT NOW.”

Why am I even here? I put my head down and climb without thinking. I see Hugo whip his head back to glare at me. Anderson had said that if I fail, then he fails too. 

“FASTER!” My muscles burn as I climb. Nothing at the gym prepared me for this kind of intensive physical training. 

“OORAH!” I hear the recruits that finished the track shout in unison as each man lands at the finish line. “OORAH!”

I got past the summit of the ladder and climbed downwards. I remember thinking that the worst is over and it’s all smooth sailing from here when I heard a large thud. 

“Ah… FUCK!” 

I look down to see Hugo on the ground, clutching his ankle. I climb down another two steps and hop down to the ground. 

“Hey, are you alright?” 

“Shut up,” Hugo groans in pain. “Help me up.” He basically uses me as a table to get up, and his weight almost crushes me to the ground. “Don’t say anything. Anderson is coming.”

“Everything alright here, ladies? I didn’t hear any soft bones cracking?” He gets real close to Hugo’s face. 

“SIR, NO SIR!” He stands up straight and I join him. Anderson eyes us for another couple seconds before moving on to harass someone else. We make our way back to the platoon and Hugo winces with each step.

“You should go to the infirmary,” I say.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now…” he says through gritted teeth. 

I knew he was hurting. In the showers, his left ankle was twice the size of his right one. Yet, he pretended like that nothing was wrong, and I don’t think the other guys really noticed his limp. And if I wasn’t his bunkmate, I wouldn’t have heard his pained breathing as he tried to sleep. 

The man is quite literally my bully, but I still felt bad for him. I know that the guys who get injured have to go to a different platoon and it takes longer to finish bootcamp or something. Or maybe they leave with non-combative positions. I actually don’t know and couldn’t care less. Basically, if you’re injured but not enough, you still have to get through this hellhole. 

“Fuck…” I hear Hugo groan quietly under me. I peek over the edge to see him raising his foot and trying to rotate his ankle. “Mind your own business, Langford.” I quickly lay back down. 

I fell asleep eventually, and I awoke again when I heard Hugo talking to someone. It must have been sometime in the middle of night. 

“Hell no, man. I need some sleep too,” another man says.

It's Hugo’s turn to do fire watch. I hear the other man leave, and I peek over again to see Hugo sitting up with the fleshlight. He tests putting weight on his ankle and makes an audible pained sound. 

“I'll do it,” I say and he snaps his head to look at me. I climb down and extend my hand to take the flashlight for him. As reluctant as he looks to accept my help, he passes it to me. 

“Why are you being nice to me?” 

“Because I'm a nice person,” I say. “You owe me one.” 

“Fuck that.” Hugo lays back down. “I ain't owing no beta a favour. You're going to ask for some weird ass shit.” 

I had half a mind to toss the flashlight back at him and tell him to figure it out himself, but I held my tongue. 

“Why won't you just go to the infirmary?” 

“Are you going to let me sleep or is this your way to torture me back?” Hugo covers his eyes with his muscular arm. 

“If I'm not going to get weird ass shit, you can at least talk to me for two minutes.” I shine the light over his magnificent masculine body. He's sculpted by God himself. 

“Because I have a real shot at being Guide,” he says and uncovers his eyes, catching my flashlight trail on his bulging abs. “I already won the phone call. Jackson is my only competition and I can outswim him next week.” 

Okay, so he cares about this bullshit. “How are you going to do the course tomorrow with your ankle?” 

“I'll figure it out. I'm not weak.” Hugo sneers at me. Despite his condition, he's still trying to intimidate me. But for the first time in bootcamp, I have the upper hand. 

“Why are you here?” 

“Why are you here, beta? You know your kind don’t belong here,” he retorts. 

“Humour me, and I'll leave you alone.” I shine the flashlight in his face and he shields his eyes with his hands. 

Hugo shook his head and ignored me. But I didn't leave and eventually he cracked. 

“I did some dumb shit out there. It was either jail or this. This is a lot better than jail.” 

Could it really be though? 

“At least I'll get to serve my country. Stop being a fuck up and embarassing my family. And I'm good at this.” 

That, I can't deny. Like I said before, there's no way that Hugo isn't going to pass bootcamp. He probably will get chosen as Guide. 

“That good enough for you?” 

“Yeah,” I say. “Alright, sweet dreams.” I shine the flashlight somewhere else.

“Wait, before you go…” 

I shine the flashlight back at him. 

“I need to blow a wad.” He pulls off the cover and I move the light source to his underpants. 

Hugo is tenting up his marine-issued underwear, and the spotlight showed that he’s soaked through the fabric. 

“Nature’s pain relief,” he says as he sticks his hand under the waistband. “I can’t get up to go to the bathroom.” 

“Ok?”

“Alright, I’m not going to fucking beg, you beta bitch. Don’t act like you don’t want it. Probably the best dick you’ve had in your pathetic life.” 

I almost hate how it works on me. But sucking his dick is the best part of bootcamp. They don’t grow men like this in the circles that I live in. Men that are raw, demanding and full of testosterone. 

“Fine,” I say.

I kneel down, and Hugo pulls down his underwear. He takes the flashlight from me and shines it directly on his cock.

Massive. Veiny. Wet at the tip.

“Oh…” I place my mouth over it and savour how hard he is. It pulses back at me like it’s been edged for a while. I bet he hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep tonight yet. “Come on, recruit. Be a good cocksucker.” He tries to fuck upwards but the bed creaks, so he stops.

I slowly taste his big dick, making sure to not make any slurping noises that would wake our platoon-mates up. Because I have to move so slowly, my antsy hands explore his enormous thighs. 

“More.” He taps my head and I increase my speed ever so slightly. One of my hands moves towards his inner thighs while the other slips under his shirt and feels the 6 muscles that line his abdomen. “Suck it like you mean it.”

There’s no way I can get enough motion to get him to cum while staying quiet. So, I lay my head down on his stomach, and keep his tip in my mouth while I jerk him off. I feel the waves of his body moving and his dick head swell. 

“Keep going.” Hugo places his hand on my skull, and it feels like his fingers span the entire top of my head. “Faster,” he whispers. 

I felt his dick get bigger in my hand. It was tiring my arm out to stroke him like this, but I didn’t want to give up the chance to make him cum by myself. I just ignored the burning feeling and kept going at the same speed. 

“Shit.”

That was the only warning I got before he started spurting in my mouth. Pleased as fuck, I stroke him to the rhythm of his contractions and ate my midnight snack of man protein. I listened to his breathing with my ear on his stomach.

His breathing goes from fast and shallow to slow and deep. Feeling like he's finished, I lift my head. 

“You missed a spot.” Hugo shines the flashlight on his cock and shows me a growing pool of white slime on the slit. I pull his still hard cock back and lick it up while looking at him. The look of sensitivity on his tough face is priceless. 

“Go to sleep.” I squeeze his shaft and another drop of cum appears for me to eat. His eyelids look like they weigh 1000 pounds suddenly. 

“Warren,” he says sleepily. 

“Yeah?” 

“Good job.” His hand taps the side of my bald head twice, then he closes his eyes.