Brent Everhard Enlists
by: justjames17

(© 2009 by the author)

 

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Chapter 1

Brent was a tough street kid, his life full of trouble and strife as he roamed the streets taking what he wanted, goods, money or sex; his incredibly cut muscular body was unbelievable. He wasn't tall topping out at 5 foot 7 inches but his body honed by his hard life fighting for his survival was totally awesome, his belly hard and rippling with superb abdominals, arms and legs hard with muscles bulging under his smooth tanned skin, dangerous in any physical confrontation Brett was capable of taking down dudes much larger than himself. The other street dwellers learned to give him a wide berth when they saw him strutting down the dirty byways and lanes of the slum district he hung out in.

Brett's sexual life was full he took what he desired, the street girls loved Brett's incredibly fit hairless body, his skin like silk stretched tautly over his hard vibrant muscles, Brett wasn't behind the door in the cock department either it matched the rest of his sexy body, it was exceptionally large on his short frame boning out to nearly eight fat hard engorged helmeted muscle. The female strays were eager to share Brett's mattress where he slept in a disused workshop on the edge of the old disused docks along the riverbanks.

Brett's reign of terror ended one afternoon when he tried to rob a bloke he thought was a tourist, he pulled his sharp shiny bladed knife and threatened the man demanding his wallet, "Give me your money or I'll do you big damage."

The man backed up slightly and reached into his jacket, Brett grinned superiorly thinking this mark was going to cough up his dosh, his smirking face changed in the blink of an eye when he saw not a wallet but a snub nosed .38 Smith and Wesson pistol in the blokes steady hand. The gaping black muzzle staring unwaveringly between his eyes, Brett felt his bowels loosen with fright; he clamped his muscular buttocks and sphincter to stop the disgrace of soiling himself as the knife fell clattering on the blue stone of the laneway. Brett raised his hands over his head, his camo hoodie lifting with his action exposing his hard belly and the golden treasure trail climbing from his low sagging denims towards his little bubble outie navel.

The gun wielder identified himself, "You are under arrest young fella, you tried to mug a detective of the police force, turn around and put your hands behind your back and don't try anything stupid or you'll be dead before you hit the ground."

Brett lowered his arms and felt the cold steel encircle his wrists as the sound of the metal ratchets closed tight, his broad usually cocky shoulders sagged dejectedly as he realized his years of being cock of the slums were ending so ignominiously. He hoped none of his acquaintances were about to witness his ending as the detective bent down and picked the knife in his handkerchief putting it in his pocket before he gave Brett a hard shove towards the street as the cop radioed in requesting a car to meet them. The two men approached the sunlit street from the gloom of the filthy alley to see a patrol car pull across the entrance and two uniformed officers climbed out.

Brett stopped in front of them, one officer who'd had run ins before with Brett grinned triumphantly, "Well smart arse seems you've cocked up this time, can't wait to get you back to the cells."

Brett cringed as the cop grasped his hoodie nearly tearing it off his body as he roughly propelled Brett towards the open car door, he roughly pushed Brett's close cropped head down before shoving him into the rear seat. Brett grunted in pain as his manacled arms crushed under his weight, the cop grabbed his legs bundling them in before slamming the door. The detective holstered his pistol and said, "He's all yours guys I'll be down to fill in my report shortly."

The car roared away back to the station where Brett was unceremoniously bundled out of the car inside where he was fingerprinted, DNA sampled and led away to the cells out the rear. The hand cuffs were removed by the two cops and he was kicked up the arse sending him head over tit onto the cement floor, he smacked down hard knocking himself out, his body crumpling to the ground as the cell door clanged shut to the sneering laughter of the cops. Brent sat up rubbing his bruises and swore under his breath at the thought of what was going to happen to him, he had horrible visions of being locked up in prison being a bed mate to the older thugs in there, his tight ring clenched at the thought of losing his cherry to some big crime boss.

Three days later he was brought before a magistrate, an old very experienced judge who hated sending down youths to have them waste their young lives in prison and learning more inappropriate ways while incarcerated then returning to the community as hardened criminals. After listening to the evidence from the police he looked down at Brent his eyes twinkling over his glasses as he pursed his lips as if thinking. Mister Justice Carbody had already made up his mind about Brett's punishment but he felt drawing the announcement out added to the lad's punishment.

Brent was sweating up a storm as he sat in the court watching the wily old judge deliberating on his future, his body was shifting about on the hard wooden seat while the two policemen sat one each side to prevent him doing a runner. The judge cleared his throat and spoke, "Brent Everhard, you have been found guilty by this court and now it is time for me to sentence you."

Brent head bowed as he looked at the floor between his feet, he tensed waiting to hear his penalty, the judge dragged out the pause until the lad was nearly ready to scream. Then he said, "Brent I have deliberated on your future and I am not going to send you to jail if you accept my ruling, I require that you present yourself to the army barracks and volunteer your services to defend your country. How say you?"

Brent couldn't believe his ears, the army, not prison? His heart beat slowed and he lifted his head looking up at the white haired old legal eagle, "Judge I'd be glad to join the army if it means no jail."

Judge Carbody smiled at Brent's flushed handsome face, he rapped his gavel on the desk and said, "So be it, officers you will please escort the lad to the barracks and hand him over to Warrant Officer Killmore, who I have been in touch with and who will see to the lad's induction and basic training. Court is adjourned, good luck lad I'll be keeping up with your military training but I must warn you if you mess up you will go to prison."

The policemen grumbled to one another as they led Brent out to their patrol car and drove him to the barracks, "Bloody hell that was a joke of a trial, this young thug should be banged up for around 5 years for his crimes, what a travesty."

The car pulled up to the gates and stopped as an MP in white gaiters and belt approached from the guardhouse, the police got out and pulled Brent out removing his handcuffs saying, "This prisoner is to see some bloke called Killmore."

The MP went to the guardhouse and used a phone then returned saying, "W.O Killmore will be with you shortly."

A few minutes passed with the police getting fidgety then a figure appeared at the barrier, the man was huge, his immaculate uniform fitted like a glove covered in insignia and medal ribbons. He looked at Brett from beneath the shiny visor of his peaked cap, his steely blue eyes boring into the lad's uncertain brown orbs. The man emanated power, it radiated from him in mind cowering waves as he sized up Brent, he saw a self willed youth with a bad attitude and a slovenly way of dressing that needed a heap of training. He also saw that the lad was exceptionally fit and strongly built, this was one big thing in his favour, he didn't need physical training to bring him to military fitness as most recruits did.

He ordered Brent to approach the barrier as the guard raised it allowing the lad to walk through into the compound, the WO growled, "Now lad you are in the armies territory stand up straight and get those shoulders back. ATTENTION!"

Brent stood straight and kept his mouth shut, he wanted to tell this bloke where to go but feared the repercussions, the man scared him and not many people had ever done this before. The next few weeks were a whirlwind of shouted orders, he was made march back and forth around the parade ground and on long route marches carrying a heavy pack and his rifle. Brent was numbed by the experience but slowly his mind conditioned to doing as he was ordered without questioning or resentment. The tough Warrant Officer treated him as a man, fairly but sternly and he earned Brent's respect, his skills with weapons made him a top marksman and he was being groomed for the Special Services as a sniper.

His last night of training he was lying on his bunk shirtless, eyes closed while dreaming of the last sheila he'd had, his camo trousers bulged up like a pup tent as his big young bone stood stiff and proud. W.O. Killmore entered the barrack building to find Brent alone, his fellow recruits out on the town getting pissed but Brent was prohibited from drinking by the court until he was finished basic training. Killmore stood in the entrance watching Brent lying there with his erection poking roof wards, Brent unthinkingly grasped his bone and gave it a good squeeze. The man liked his lips, Killmore had strong desires about the fit muscular lad he fancied that young hard masculine body in his bunk impaled on his cock.

The urge was powerful and he slowly walked the length of the room to where Brent lay unknowing he was being observed, the lad was incredibly horny having had no sex other than his own hand for three months. His body craved sex and the feel of his big bone piercing some hot sheila's fanny, he groped and jerked on his cock then still with eyes closed in his fantasy he undid the fly of his baggy trousers allowing his quivering meat to pulse in the warm night air as he started jacking it. Suddenly he felt a warm wetness on his sensitive sock head, he jerked his head up opening his eyes and stared dumbfounded at the sight of the W.O. sucking his leaking dick.

"What the Fuck!" He yelled startling Killmore who straightened up licking his lips as his huge hand grasped Brent's big sack, he ground Brent's balls together as he hissed, "Shut up and get your daks of lad and be smart about it."

Brent yelped in pain as his tender overfull gonads were painfully squeezed, Killmore released them causing them to ache as Brent pushed off the bed and did as ordered instinctively. His trousers pooled about his feet and he stood there in his military issued khaki y-fronts his big bone pointing up like the flagpole on the parade ground. Killmore's eyes were riveted to the pulsing prick, he thought that it looked fit to explode at any second, the outer skin stretched over that big blood engorged muscle looked ready to split under the stress. He noted Brent's cherry red cock crown was almost fully exposed his foreskin retracted due to his excitement and beads of sweet spunk were drooling from the swollen lips of his urethra.

Brent was trembling with both fear and excitement, he'd never had a man touch him like this, well hardly ever, a couple of dudes had tried it on the streets but learnt at their cost not to tangle with the fit teen. Here he was now both excited by Killmore's touch but scared at what might happen between them. This man wasn't some fairy wimp like he'd dealt with in the past this was one big mean strong man who could probably snap his spine in a flash. What the hell was he to do?

 

To be continued...

Posted: 06/19/09