Bagging in the Barracks

 
It’s 2am and Private Berenger is showing his two room mates an AI porn video on his laptop. 
‘I mean - look at the size of that cock!’ He whispers, keeping his voice low so the night duty sergeant at the end of the corridor doesn’t hear. 
Berenger began his army training a week ago and is hating it. He didn’t want to be a soldier but he came back from college without a degree so his father made him join up, or lose his inheritance. So there he is, making the best of it. He’d hung his head out of the dormitory window to smoke a joint earlier, and now he’s pleasantly relaxed. 
But this was not a good idea.  Sergeant Tomkins passed by, smelt the cannabis as he was patrolling the barracks and reported it straight away. Suddenly the door opens and a shaft of bright neon light from the corridor outside illuminates their faces as they sit around the bed staring at the laptop.  A tall silhouette switches on the light dormitory light.  It’s Commander Tyson, a square-chinned brute of a man, with a crew cut and forearms as thick as his neck.  Standing behind him is Tomkins with a self-satisfied smug on his face. Berenger looks up and freezes.  His roommates,  Ryan and Fallon look up too, terrified. Immediately they jump to their feet and stand to attention. Berenger has to do the same. 
Commander Tyson walks over to the bed and glances down at the laptop screen. 
He stares for a moment at an AI video of five naked men, with ridiculously large penises, showering each other with huge spurts of creamy jizz.  He looks over to Berenger’s bedside table, picks up the butt of a spliff and holds it to his nose, places it back on the plate, then he stands in front of the three soldiers standing stiff and nervous in line, dressed in only their boxer shorts.  He looks first at Ryan then at Fallen, before taking in Berenger. 
‘I suspected you were going to be trouble, Berenger. I had you down as weak and depraved the moment I set eyes on you.’
He picks up the laptop and holds the screen close up to Berenger’s face. 
‘Is this what turns you on? This stuff turns a man into a drooling, mindless moron. 
That what you want, Private?’
‘No sir.’
‘It IS what you want. Pull down your shorts. Show me your dick, you sick pervert. 
Let’s see if there is any part of you that’s masculine, or are you a soft cock sissy through and through?’  
Berenger slowly pulls down his shorts. His cock is semi-erect.  He flushes. Closes his eyes. 
‘Keep staring at the screen!’
The sergeant is shouting close to Berenger’s ear.
‘I want to see you masturbate. I want to see how big that sissy cock really is.  Let’s see if it can hang down to the floor, like the guys in your perverted video.  Go on, Berenger - jerk for me.  It’s what you want, boi. One day they’re going to find your naked, pox-ridden body in a trough of stinking piss, with a mouthful of cum and a bleeding ass, so let’s see how far you are progressing..’ 
Berenger licks the palm of his hand and then starts to rub his foreskin up and down over the tip of his cock. 
‘There you are. You’re just a mindless gooning cock-lover. Aren’t you.’
‘Yes sir.’
‘You don’t want to be a soldier.’
‘No sir.’
‘This is all you really want to be.’ 
‘Yes sir.’
The commander puts the laptop down on the floor in front of Berenger.  
‘Kneel down and watch your pervy video. Keep that pathetic sissy dick hard, but if you come before I say, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you, understand?’
‘Yes sir.’
Berenger kneels in front of the video and continues to masturbate, staring blankly at the naked men with enormous cocks, busy fucking each other in a sloppy bog of shit and spunk. 
The commander turns to Ryan, who quickly looks up from Berenger and stares ahead. 
‘And you, private - you like this sick, perverted stuff?  You also want to be a mindless slave?’
‘No sir!’
The commander smells fear oozing from the pores of Ryan’s skin. 
‘That’s not the right answer. Your dick is telling me it’s the wrong answer.  I can see it bulging out through your shorts. You’re finding all this very horny.’
‘No sir.’
‘You like watching little queenie Berenger with his cock out.’
‘No sir!’
‘It’s a nice big dick too, don’t you think?’
‘Yes, sir. No, no sir. ‘
‘Lets see how it compares to yours, Private - pull down your shorts.’
‘Yes sir.’ 
Ryan pulls down his shorts and a long elegant cock bounces out, 
‘See?  Two perverts in the same room. What do you two get up to at night?’
‘Nothing, sir.’ 
The sergeant turns to Fallon.
‘These two keep you awake at night, Fallon?’
‘No sir.’
‘Jerking each other off?’
‘No sir.’ 
‘You never seen their dicks before?’
‘No sir.’
‘They don’t try to put their big dicks in your mouth while you’re asleep?’
‘No sir!’ 
The sergeant turns back to Ryan. 
‘Start jerking for me. Kneel down and show him how you jerk yourself better than Berenger.’
‘But sir!’
I’m giving you an order! Just do it, soldier.’
‘Yes sir!’ 
Ryan drops to his knees starts to rub his cock. The commander turns back to Fallon.
‘Now then, Private Fallon. You got to tell me the truth now.’ 
He points down at the other two and says, 
‘You find this horny, soldier?’
‘Nnnn…No sir!’
‘You’re going to show me your dick now soldier,  and if it’s stiff, you’re gonna have to get down on your knees and start jerking too.’
‘Please sir! Not me, sir!’
‘You’re not getting all steamed up, watching them playing with their dicks?’
‘No sir!’
‘Pull your shorts down.’
Fallon pulls down his shorts. Clearly he is lying. 
‘On your knees!’  says the commander and he takes out his mobile phone and hands it to Private Tomkins standing beside him. 
‘Video this for me, Tomkins. These perverts must never be allowed to forget that they are perverts and that their brains have been corrupted by sin.’ 
The commander looks down to the three soldiers kneeling in a line in front of him. 
‘Now listen to me. You are just going to stay on your knees, all three of you.
You’re gonna keep rubbing your dicks but you’re not gonnna come till I tell you. 
You gonna stare out in front of you and you gonna wipe your mind of everything. 
You gonna be zombies for me. Your heads are gonna be empty.  If you follow orders and empty your minds then nobody is going to remember this happening. You understand? Now open your mouths and stick out your tongues. I wanna see you drooling. If you are thinking, I will see it in your eyes. You need to be vacant. You gonna be mindless goons for me….’
The three men follow orders.  They don’t question anything. They do as they are told. This is the perfect training for a soldier. After a few minutes all three of them become very aroused. 
Commander Tyson gazes down at the cocks one by one. Berenger’s is the biggest, but Ryan’s has a more elegant and refined shaped helmet. Fallon’s cock bends severely to the right, evidence that he’s left handed and started jerking off at a very early age. 
Tyson studies their faces carefully. First Berenger, lost in blissful obedient mindfulness, his eyes glazed over, his tongue hanging out, expectantly. Sparkling tiny rivulets of saliva slide effortlessly off the tip of his tongue and down a silvery spindle, down to the concrete floor of the barracks. Then Ryan, whose vacant eyes are half-closed. There is only one sensation in his body, dull but very pleasant arousal. Nothing else in his head. 
Fallon’s mouth is also wide open and he too is frozen in a lost and contented smile. His head rocks gently back and forth with the rhythm of his pumping wrist. 
Commander Tyson is not immune from all this collective jerking. His cock now aches to burst out through the front of his uniform.  Finally his hand slides down and he starts to unbutton his fly. His cock bounces out. 
He stands in front of them, legs astride and demands they stare at his cock. He tells them they are his cock slaves and the only thing they want in life is to be fucked by his cock. He tells them they must worship his cock and they must dream of filling their mouths with his creamy spunk. 
He studies their faces as their gaze moves to focus on his erect cock,  All three have now sunk into a blissful mindless state. Three vacant heads, three open mouths, three wet tongues hanging out, slimy with drool. 
The commander turns to Tomkins and holds out his hand.
I think that’s enough filming. Give me my phone and then go fetch a roll of clear plastic garbage sacks from the store. Make sure you close the door behind you. 
‘Yes sir!’ 
Tomkins hands back the phone and leaves. The commander is happy to dangle his stiff cock provocatively close to the soldier’s faces, one by one. 
All the time he whispering to them.
‘This is what being in the Army is all about. Blind, mindless obedience. You become a soldier when you switch off your thinking mind. And guess what - it makes you horny. 
No responsibility. Just the desire to please and to obey. That’s what you want. That’s what we want. Now repeat it over and over again - ‘I am Commander Tyson’s obedient Cock slave.’ 
The mindless soldiers obey.  The commander fetches a chair and places it in front of the three men, mumbling away softly. He takes off his boots and trousers. He folds his trouser neatly on the floor beside the chair. He takes off his shorts and places them neatly on top. Then he sits down on the chair. Tomkins returns and hands over the thick roll of bags. 
‘Step outside Tomkins and make sure no-one comes in.’
Tomkins leaves. The commander tears off a sack from the roll and then leans forward. 
‘Now when I was training, the sergeant used to test our obedience with plastic bags…’ 
He opens up a plastic garbage sack and pulls it down over Berenger’s head.
‘Keep both hands on your cock and balls. Do not touch the plastic. Don’t stop repeating what I told you.’
Ryan and Fallon remain on their knees, either side of Berenger, silently wanking while they too have plastic sacks pulled down over their heads. The commander tears off more sacks from the but instead of opening them up, he twists them into cords, which he uses to tie around the soldier’s necks to seal the sacks airtight around their heads. He’s pleased there is no reaction, no resistance. The men stare ahead through the plastic like mindless zombies as the sacks expand and contract with their breathing. Commander Tyson leans back and opens his legs wide.  He pulls out a fat cigar from the inside pocket of his jacket, and a lighter from another pocket. 
Once the cigar is lit and he’s enjoyed the first deep inhalation, he blows smoke out over the plastic covered faces in front of him. 
‘Now then soldiers. You want this cock in your mouth but only one of you is going to get it. So which one will it be?’
Slowly the soldiers edge forward till all three are able to lick at his cock from the inside of their clear plastic garbage sacks. It’s a very pleasurable experience for the Commander, the feel of the plastic bags, inflating and deflating, against his inner thighs, and the sight of the three blank faces inside them, and three mouths wide open, expecting to be filled….
He takes another slow draw from his cigar. Pre-cum from his stiff member smears over the plastic masks, which are starting to steam up a little as the soldier’s breathing becomes progressively faster and deeper. But he can still see their eyes, blank and without emotion, and can still hear them mumbling the mantra softly.
‘That’s better.  This is what turns me on. Total obedience.’

Daniel Guy 
07/26