Brothers in Arms

 

“Hey boys, look who we got here!” Those words strike fear into every insecure man in a locker room, and for Franklin, this was no exception. Late night workout, 2 AM, no one there. The tubby gent slowly turned, and to his chagrin, three beefcake soldiers stood there, flexing and showing off their physiques. He had seen these three douchebags for the past week or so, taking up all the free weights and just being an all around noisy nuisance. But who’s going to tell three American Army soldiers to fuck off? Certainly not unassuming Franklin.

“Hey guys, I’m really in a rush, so I’m gonna get in the showers and head home.” The three smugly exchanged glances, muttering whispers under their breath. Franklin meagerly tried to pass the three mountains, but to no avail. Every move he made to get to the showers was mirrored by the “heroic” bullies. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why in such a rush, man! We’re shipping off in a few days, and we want some fun.” The color in Franklin’s cheeks flushed to his toes, leaving him a pale, terrified porcelain. “We see you lookin’ at us, man. You like these guns? You like a man in uniform?” The soldiers flexed again, seductively taunting the mortified man.

“I need to shower and get home, so please get out of the way.” The soldiers, amused by small flickers of candor, allowed Franklin to pass, and enter a shower. Franklin slid the curtain closed, and breathed a sigh of relief, as the echoes of the soldier’s laughter slowly subsided. Satisfied they had gone out, he gingerly dropped his towel around his waist, and began taking his anti dandruff shampoo out of his toiletries bag. As he did, it did begin to dawn on him just how much he admired those men. Sure, they were dumb as a bag of rocks, and complete douchebags to the core. But there was a sense of camaraderie and brotherhood there that, for him at least, negated their hyper masculine behaviours. It was… Endearing. 

It was in the midst of this miniature epiphany that the shower curtain was rapidly pulled back, and Franklin realized that he stood in his birthday suit in front of his simpleminded tormentors.

“Ho ho hooo, damn, son! You are tiny as fuck!” Franklin hysterically grabbed for the towel, only to have it snatched from his hands. “Aww, come on, bud. You’re tellin’ me you can resist… this?” One of the soldiers leaned against the tiled wall of the cramped shower stall, flexing his bulging, veiny muscle. Franklin tried to look away, but the sight of huge, strong biceps was too enticing to ignore. “Yeah, boy. You like that shit.” The other two soldiers entered the stall, pulling the curtain closed.

Cramped quarters provided an excellent opportunity for the servicemen to introduce Franklin to their secret weapon. The vocal one, the one who had taken a particular liking to Franklin, smirked as he pulled down his pants, whipping out his pride and joy. Slowly, he reached forward and grabbed his prey’s throbbing member, firmly grasping it in his hand and began to milk it. Franklin gasped in shock, the strong, calloused hands grasping his member sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. As if on cue, two more rough hands began to grope his ass, inching toward his tight, virgin hole.

Knowing full well the empty gym would stay that way for hours, Franklin loudly moaned, just in time for the third soldier to grasp the back of his head, and shove it into his rank, sweaty armpit. The heavy, dank musk of potentially never before deodorized pits bombarded him. Months, years in the hot, sweltering desert had made these boys accustomed to their natural masculine scent, and in fact, they embraced it. They grew to love that stench of sweat and that perfect layer of grime that covered their skin, protecting it from the heat. They were filthy, and they loved it. And they knew that Franklin loved it, as he eagerly inhaled the noxious odor of pure manliness through his sweat-soaked nostrils. Although muffled, a single word destroyed whatever inhibitions lay in wait, and allowed Franklin to fully submerge into the beautiful situation he was in: “Lick.”

His tongue made immediate contact with the droplets of sweat caught in the bushes of hair, tasting that trapped oasis of perspiration, begging to be voraciously licked clean. It tasted of pure testosterone, and sent surges of energy into Franklin. These sensations were compounded by a sudden, unfamiliar sensation on his cock. Was he… Was he fucking one of these beefcakes? He was given one moment of breath, enough to look down at his rod. His cock was docked. He had only seen it in pornos, and here; here was this filthy, manly soldier sharing his sticky, cheesy foreskin with him. 

The moment of breath over, he felt the second soldier’s gigantic cock ram it’s way into his bare, tight hole. Whatever scream that left his mouth was silenced, as Private Pits inserted Franklin’s face back into his damp caves. Every sense was assaulted, each breach was stifled, every pleasure soaked moment lasted for ages; and Franklin relished every second. These men had gifted him a fantasy he had only ever dreamed of imagining. Yet, these “benevolent” soldiers had one final surprise for their newfound brother.

“Aww fuck yeah, bud. You like that?” Franklin cried out in ecstasy in reply. “Fuck yeah. You’re gonna get it alot, bud. You’re gonna give it a lot!” Private pits pulled Franklin’s face out of his pit one final time utilizing his gasping mouth as his spitoon: hocking a huge loogie into his gaping maw. The next slime came from behind, as the second soldier roared, shooting his load into his ass, filling him with his warm, sticky cream. The third and final soldier, smirking at his new brother, laughed as a thick stream of seed streamed out of his cheesy, docked cock, slipping right into Franklin’s accepting slit.

The three soldiers all dismounted Franklin, high fiving each other and bro-ing out over their new conquest. Franklin, doubled over, began his metamorphosis. The three leaned against the walls, legs casually crossed, arms tossed over one and other’s shoulders, enjoying the fruits of their “labour.”

Franklin felt the cum in his soldier cheese-coated cock flow freely into sac, feeling them expand like water balloons with his brother’s seed. The veins bulged and his shaft elongated, finishing off at an impressive 10.5 inches. The soldiers high fived as the foreskin covered up his tip, locking in their cheese against his cockhead.

Franklin cackled in laugher as the warm cum in his ass spread throughout his body, feeling his muscles expand and pulsate with every wave of cum. Layers of fat seemed to melt away, attacked by a fervid new metabolism, the envy of even the most accomplished athletes. He felt his feet burst forward, his hands explode in size, and his height shoot up to match his buds. Pinpricks scattered across his tanning skin as sun-faded tattoos sprawled out over his rock hard muscles. He heard his bros cheering him on as the final stage reared it’s gorgeous head.

That slimy loogie, graciously donated, pushed it’s way into the back of his throat, slithering it’s way into the sinuses, finding it’s way into his head. He could inexplicably feel the sluggish slime wriggle and burrow it’s way into his brain and mind. Absentmindedly, his head found its way to his sweaty, dank pits, and with every breath of thick, masculine musk, he felt his memories and consciousness fade, his self control half, and IQ plummet. He embraced the loud, brotherly, utterly dumb persona flooding his mind, body, and soul; completely giving his very being to his country, and his brothers. Becoming the ultimate, meathead soldier.

The three soldiers cheered and lauded their newly awoken brother, slapping him on the back, whipping his ass, and just roughhousing in the cramped shower. The corporal here would be a welcome addition to the squadron. Another dim-witted, well-meaning, broized soldier for the cause; and another great source of filthy fun in the barracks.