Gay Boy Domination

It all starts simply enough: you ship out. Life on the base is easy enough, you make friends in your company, and you all come to know each other well. Your an open book; they know you're bored and they know you're horny. And they've seen what you're packing: a long, thick, uncut cock and a heavy set of low hangers. They've seen it in the showers and they've seen it in the barracks. They can't help but see it. The Sargent won't let anybody masturbate, and every morning since you've been deployed you've woken up at 0500 with morning wood that lasts through drills and the showers an up through breakfast. Your buddies have seen you leaking pre-cum in the early dawn. They know you're rugged, manly, but they cant help teasing about your cock.

"Jackson, if that thing gets any harder we'll use it to drive fence posts!"

"Too bad Jackson can't jack-off, he'd probably cum for a week!"

"If you stain another pair of briefs we just won't let you wear any!"

The Sargent begins making you do push-ups and squats early in the morning until your erection subsides. He's none too pleased.

"Private, if you can't get your dick under control, we will throw you right out of this Army"

"I'm sorry Sir, I can't help it Sir!"

"Well, we'll have to teach you to help it, Private!"

Your battle buddy asks you if you knew what you were signing up for when you joined the Army.

"Yeah man, I knew. I used to cum five or six times a day. Didn't matter where or when. My Pa said he wouldn't support me any more if I didn't learn some discipline. He said there's nothing more disciplined than a man who can put his urges aside and submit to authority."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, but even here I'm having a hard time controlling myself. I'm just being to resistant to the authority maybe."

"Well, maybe I can help turn you into who you need to be."

"Yeah? I'd appreciate any help. I can't get drummed out of here."

"Trust me, I'll help you develop all the discipline you need."

...

It starts simply, with the showers and a camera and a group. 

"What're we doing here?"

"You're gonna take a shower and we're going to watch."

"I already showered today."

"You already disobeying me?"

"...No...Sir..."

"Good, get undressing. Pose for us while you do it."

"Yes, Sir"

You start stripping. First the shirt, then your shorts, and finally your briefs. You feel exposed with the boys watching and the camera in hand. You try to look manly as you pose. For the first time since you've been deployed you reflexively move to cover your dick from view.

"Alright, now drop the towel Jackson."

"I...uh..."

"What's the matter. It ain't like we haven't see your cock before. Drop it!"

You drop the towel as the group looks on. You battle buddy snaps pictures as you try your best to hide your sudden embarrassment. He doesn't simply let you shower though. Each action is a command that has to be followed and repeated.

"Soap up your hand and wash your left pit!"

"Yessir, I'm soaping up my hand and washing my left pit Sir!"

"Soap up your cock and balls and wash them thorough!"

"Yessir, I'm soaping up my cock and balls and washing them thorough!"

"Retract that foreskin and get your cock head nice and clean!"

"Yessir, I'm retracting my foreskin and getting my cock head nice and clean!"

The shower only lasts thirty minutes, but it feels like ages. When you're done and toweled off someone hands you a fresh shirt and shorts.

"No briefs?"

"No Jackson, we told you no more underwear until you stop staining them."

You dress and return to the barracks, painfully aware of your free swinging cock and balls.

...

The shower becomes a daily ritual, and slowly you begin to accept it as a fact of life.

Your confidence begins to grow as you settle into the new way of things. Slowly, the desire to cum is replaced by a desire to do whatever your battle buddy says. You become happier, less withdrawn, more social with the other troops. Everyday they watch you strip down and shower on command. They've started participating in the instructions. You still shower in the mornings in the gang showers, where your body has increasingly become fair game.

"Not so stiff this morning, eh Jackson?" Sully says as he tugs at your cock and balls, making you wince.

"No Sir, not too hard today at all."

"Well, why don't you pull that foreskin back and polish you head up nice and clean today."

"Yessir!" You respond as you begin washing vigorously.

After two months you've stopped getting morning wood altogether. 

One day, after the shower, there's no clothes waiting for you.

"Today we're going on a march Jackson."

"Sir, yessir!"

You battle buddy and the men march you to a supply room, and a forced workout begins. Sit-ups until failure, push-ups until failure. The group watches.

"Jackson you hold that down position. I want your nose and your balls touching the floor and nothing else!"

"Yes...sir!" You grunt through gritted teeth. Eventually you falter and collapse to the ground. 

"Get up!"

Squats, dips, lunges, burpees, jumping jacks. Your dick and balls flop loudly against your torso and you can feel sweat dripping of your limp cock. Finally the workout ends and the men stand you up.

"Who owns your body?"

"You do Sir!"

"Who owns that pathetic dick of yours?"

"You do Sir!"

"Can you even get hard anymore?"

"No Sir I can't get hard anymore!"

"Not without my say so!"

"Yessir"

"On your hands and knees."

You drop to all fours. Your battle buddy pulls up a chair and lays his feet across your aching back. The others pull up seats too, and carry on until lights out, using you as their table.

In the morning, in the showers, someone hands you a razor and shaving cream.

"Now that you're acting like a sub, you're going to start looking like one. Legs, cock, and balls, but leave a little at the base to remember yourself by."

"Yes Sir."

You lather up with the shaving cream and methodically remove the hair, first from the legs and ass, then your balls, and finally around your cock. 

Your shower and workout regiment continues for the next month, and every morning you make sure to keep yourself smooth for the men.

They call for spot checks in the hallway, making you strip down on command to show them your freshly shaven body, and snap pictures to send to your battle buddy.

After your shower one day, you battle buddy marches you into a contractor's room with a bed set up.

"How long's it been since you were hard Jackson?"

"Eight weeks Sir!"

"Well, let's make sure your plumbing still works! Get hard for us, but don't touch your cock."

"Yes Sir."

You begin to focus on getting hard. Initially your cock will only swell to a half chub. 

"Is that all you've got Jackson? Not such a man after all!"

"I can do better Sir..." you say sheepishly.

"What's that?"

"I can get completely hard Sir!"

"Let's see it!"

A few agonizing minutes pass, but finally you're able to get hard.

"Does this make you want to cum Jackson?"

"Yes Sir!" You scream, already pre-cum is dripping from your tip.

"Well start stroking, but don't you dare cum."

You start massaging your dick slowly, fully aware that the men are watching you masturbate for the first time in months. Almost immediately you're at the edge. As soon as you feel yourself getting close though, you stop and wait for it to pass.

"Very good Jackson."

After half an hour of tormenting yourself you battle buddy tells you to stop.

"Get on the bed Jackson!"

You comply, still hard and dripping, knowing what's coming next.

Your battle buddy undresses, his massive dick springing from his briefs as he eyes you.

"Turn over. Ass up, we don't want that dick getting off on these nice sheets."

He hands you a pillow.

"Bite it if you need to, a disciplined boy won't make a sound."

He fucks you hard and fast. Tears fall down your face as you bite the pillow. But your dick stays hard. As he finishes inside you, you can hear others undressing. 

"Jackson, the Sargent might not want us to jack-off, so we'll take the next best thing."

"Sir, I understand Sir."

"Good, if you're lucky maybe one of their cocks will get you off tonight. If not there's always tomorrow. And the rest of the deployment."