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The House Mouse

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I got challenged by a recruiter to join the greatest fighting force of them all, the Marines. I didn't really know what I was getting myself into, but I had got a perfect score on the ASVAB test and I was in great physical shape, so I figured that it couldn't be that hard. I mean I ran the 3 mile in less than 16 minutes, could do 30 pullups and 105 situps in less than 2 minutes. Those were all significantly better than what you needed to max out on the PFT. I was deceptively athletic, but rats like myself always get underestimated. We're wiry but very strong for our size. We also tend to have a lot of endurance. But lots of furs don't realize it because we're not very common in this country.

My folks immigrated to this country from the Asia. We are a different race from the canines that are the majority on this continent and most of them consider us inferior in every way. Every day I have to try to prove that I belong here.

But anyway the day came for me to get on the plane for Beaufort SC. I waved goodbye to my parents as I boarded the plane, I wouldn't see them again for over 3 months. The plane landed in Beaufort at 6 PM, but they kept us at the airport waiting for the bus to take us to Parris Island for 5 hours. Up until this point everyone had been nice to us until we pulled up to the Receiving Barracks. A handsome incredibly fit Doberman calmly entered the bus.

Sit up straight and look at me right now. AYE, AYE SIR! SAY IT!

AYE, AYE SIR!

LOUDER!

AYE, AYE SIR!

LOUDER!

AYE, AYE SIR!

YOU ARE NOW ABOARD MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPO PARRIS ISLAND! FROM NOW ON THE ONLY WORDS THAT ARE TO COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS ARE YES SIR AND NO SIR WHEN WE ASK YOU A QUESTION AND AYE, AYE SIR! WHEN WE GIVE YOU AN ORDER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

YES SIR!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

YES SIR!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

YES SIR!

WHEN I TELL YOU, YOU'RE GONNA STAND UP, GATHER ALL OF YOUR BELONGINGS AND GET OFF MY BUS. I WANT YOU TO HURRY, ONE STEP SLOWER THAN RUNNING AND ONE STEP FASTER THAN WALKING. WHEN YOU GET OFF MY BUS YOU ARE GOING TO GET ON MY YELLOW FOOTPRINTS.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Plyn5YM8zGo

GET OFF MY BUS!

And that's when pandemonium broke out. DI's converged on us yelling and screaming. They were insane, herding us onto the yellow footprints. When we were finally lined up on the yellow footprints the big Doberman came up to us and said.

"You are now aboard Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island South Carolina, and you have just taken the first step toward becoming a member of the world's finest fighting force, the United States Marine Corps."

The rest of the night in the receiving barracks was like a blur. There was paperwork. Screaming DI's. More paperwork. More screaming DI's. Sleep deprivation and more screaming DI's. I think you get the picture.

We finally got placed in our platoon late the next day. We were instructed to our 4 DI's. The Senior DI was Staff Sargent Rodriguez, a German Shepherd who was a little on the short side, but by the way he carried himself you knew he would demand respect. The second most senior was DI S Sgt Wilkerson, a bulldog who looked chiseled out of granite. The third was Sgt. Donovan, a Boxer with a cranky disposition. And last but not least was Cpl. Breaker, a wiry but hard as nails Pitt bull that lived up to the most brutal stereotypes of the breed. I was to find out later that he was ALWAYS the bad cop in any good cop/bad cop game that went on.

We finally got to sleep and it seemed like my head had just hit the pillow when the lights came on and the DI's came out screaming. WAKE UP! GET ON THE LINE!!!!

Cpl. Breaker picked a large metal trash can over his head and threw it down the middle of the squadbay screaming all the while.

We finally got on the line. And they were on us, in our faces for being too slow. Some of the guys were about ready to cry. All they could think was, "What have I gotten myself into?" It wasn't long before they were making us do pushups and bends and thrusts. Yelling and screaming. In case you haven't noticed yet there is a lot of yelling and screaming at Parris Island.

They finally got us to the chow hall for breakfast and when we got back they screamed for us to get on the line in front of our racks.

"THAT'S TOO FUCKING SLOW! GET BACK OUTSIDE AND DO IT AGAIN! Cpl Breaker screamed.

We rushed back out, got into platoon formation and rushed back in to get on the line. This was repeated several times with pushup and bends and thrusts scattered in between. Fifteen minutes later we had accomplished this task to Cpl Breaker's satisfaction.

"We are going to clean this squadbay, it's filthy!" DI S Sgt Wilkerson now said as he walked up and down the lines sizing us up. He stopped in front of me. "I'm looking for a House Mouse. I usually have to settle for a dog for the position, but this time I've got a real rodent..." He looked me over and then he also grabbed Pvt Heggie, a black lab, who was standing beside me. "You two follow me."

I was to learn that being a house mouse meant that while the platoon was cleaning the squadbay, the mice were cleaning the Duty Hut, aka Drill Instructor's House. It was a lot better than cleaning the squadbay with Cpl Breaker and Sgt Donovan screaming at you the whole time. I decided I was going to make sure I didn't lose this position.

I managed to keep a low profile by not fucking up. I made sure to keep my job as a House Mouse by doing all the subtle little things that the DI's noticed and appreciated. I paid attention to detail, but I wasn't a suck up.

The next week we got our rifles. They were M16-A1 rifles and we spent a ton of time tearing them apart, cleaning them, putting them together. Basically we had to know our rifles inside and out, they were the key to your survival in war.

One thing we did learn was to never refer to our rifle as a gun. If anyone did, we all had to recite this cute little ditty.

This is my rifle (point to M16-A1)

This is my Gun (point to penis)

This is for Fighting (point to M16-A1)

This is for Fun (point to penis)

About two weeks in we had our first timed group run. A couple of days before the test DI S Sgt Wilkerson came up to me while I was cleaning the duty hut.

"So Pvt. Measley, I see on your records that you ran track and cross country in high school. How fast did you run the three mile?"

"My best time was 15:15 Sir."

"Really?" He asked, his ears perking up.

"Yes Sir! I was the district champion Sir." I said trying not to let too much pride creep into my voice. To my surprise he just smiled like he was processing a gem of information.

I continued to gather up the clothes from all hampers in the Duty Hut and separated them between colors and whites. As I was getting ready to put the whites in the wash DI S Sgt Wilkerson came into the laundry room and said, "Hold on a second." And to my surprise he stripped down and handed me his skivvies. "Throw these in, I've already been sweating too much today."

I tried not to look, but I couldn't help noticing the "gun" this DI was packing. It was definitely a high caliber weapon with quite a large magazine. It was soft right now but I was sure that when it was ready for action it would have to have a "barrel" of at least 9 inches. He also had a magazine of two huge low hangers that had to be jammed full of ammo. It was still shrouded with his ample sheath, so I really couldn't see it.

I was mesmerized and not just by his armament. He was chiseled out of granite. His arms were massive and like you would expect from a Bulldog he had a huge chest. But it tapered down to a set of washboard abs and then massive muscular thighs. I finally looked up to see him smiling knowingly at me.

I had never really been especially turned on by guys, but I had been curious about dogs with their sheaths and knots. I'd seen plenty of them in locker rooms and would have been game for some mutual wanking to satisfy the curiosity, but it wasn't something I obsessed on. But none of them was more dominant than me. This stud just about made me weak in the knees. Despite myself I started to harden. I quickly turned to put them in the washer, so he wouldn't see my "little Marine" standing at attention. He turned to his room and grabbed a fresh set of skivvies out of his locker. As he bent over to put his skivvies on I could see his tight little pucker under his curly bulldog tail. I quickly readjusted my boner before he could turn around and see it making a bulge in my camo utility pants.

Pvt. Heggie and I continued to work on cleaning the Duty Hut while the rest of the platoon was cleaning the squad bay. One of the big perks of being a house mouse was that you got to listen to the DI's music while you worked. It was the only popular music you would get to hear for the 3 months that you were on Parris Island. But as soon as they were done out in the squad bay we had to go back out to continue our recruit training.

That night as I lay in bed all I could think of was the naked figure of S Sgt. Wilkerson. I couldn't stop thinking about what that mammoth cock would look like erect. I was fortunate that I had the top bunk closest to the duty hut so there was no one on one side of me. It gave me the smallest extra little bit of privacy if I turned and faced the duty hut. I brought a sock with me to bed to cover my dick while I stroked off imagining I was jerking off my favorite DI. After I came I was finally able to get to sleep.

The next day after breakfast all 4 platoons got together to do physical training. It was a simulation of the PFT with pullups first, situps second and finally a 3 mile run. I had told S Sgt Wilkerson about how fast I was, but he hadn't asked how well I could do pullups and situps. I managed 31 pullups and 105 situps in 2 minutes which were both the best in the series. I was not necessarily the strongest, but I was the strongest for my weight and both of these exercises were using your own weight as the resistance.

When S Sgt Wilkerson came along to log the results of our situps, he said, "What The Fuck Pvt. Measley, I'd never have thought with your scrawny little body that you'd be able to put up those numbers. You better not let me down in the run."

Well I had no intention in letting him down. I had been born to run, and I planned on kicking everybody's ass. The circuit we were running on was a half mile loop so it would be 6 laps to finish. It was kind of funny because the best runners congregated at the front as we got ready to get started. But then the extra pressure got dumped on me.

S Sgt. Wilkerson came up to get us started. "OK recruits, this is the 3 mile run. It's six laps around the parade deck. To get the maximum of 100 points you have to run it in 18 minutes or less. I've watched some of you dogs and you think you're hot shit, but I bet none of you can even beat my House Mouse." He said pointing at me. Well he'd thrown the gauntlet down, they'd all be gunning for me but I wasn't afraid.

"Take your marks, set." And the starting gun went off. I took off quickly just so I wouldn't get boxed in. I was going to make them think they had a chance before I just crushed them. I was doing it partially for S Sgt Wilkerson but also to show them that prejudice against us rats wasn't based on performance.

I let a GSD take the lead and I ran easily on his outside shoulder. I was just limbering up my muscles, besides I usually ran negative splits so I planned to take it easy for the first mile. By the end of the first lap a group of a dozen of us were at the front and we were slowly pulling away from the rest of the group. I ran right on the shoulder of the leader until we finished the second lap. I called out to them, "I'll see you guys at the finish line."

I kicked it up into another gear and quickly moved into the lead. A couple of the pups tried to go with me, but that was a mistake on their part. I kept picking up the pace even further, and within half a lap I was running by myself. As I was coming up to the half way point I got a big ear to ear grin from S Sgt Wilkerson. He was enjoying rubbing it in the faces of the DI's from the other platoons as much as I was enjoying rubbing it in the faces of these dogs, most of whom thought they were better than any rat out there.

By the 2 mile mark I was lapping some of the slower ones. I'd never been lapped in a race, it would have to be embarrassing. So my goal was to lap as many of them as possible. By the time I crossed the finish line I had lapped all but 5 of the runners and I almost caught them.

When I crossed the line to my surprise S Sgt Wilkerson to my surprise caught me up in a little hug and whispered, "I'm glad you didn't let me down."

"Yes Sir." I replied with pride, then started to jog a cool down. As I continued my cool down jog I kept thinking about how I'd struck a little bit of a blow for my race. We were looked down on by the dog majority in this country. It was a big surprise to many that a mere rat could win the district title in cross country when I had done it last fall. Most considered it to be a fluke, but when I turned around and won the two mile at the district meet and came in 3rd at state no one could debate my talent. The fact the my DI was rubbing it in everybody's face made it sweeter.

A couple of days later we had to get all of our gear and put it in our packs. They marched us out to the parade deck and announced that we would be going for a 12 mile forced march in full gear. We were just getting ready to move out when S Sgt Wilkerson came out of the squad bay and came over to our formation. He walked over to the Sr. Drill Instructor S Sgt Rodriguez and said.

"I've got some stuff that needs done in the Duty Hut. I need one of the recruits to help me. Pvt Measley is in great shape, he won't need the extra exercise."

"Sure go ahead and take him." The Senior DI replied.

"Pvt Measley follow me." He said to me, then turned and headed back toward the squad bay. I grabbed all of my stuff and hurried behind him. I was going to get out of that wretched march. Nothing about cleaning the Duty Hut could be remotely as bad as a 12 mile march.

We went into the squad bay and he said, "Put away all of your gear, you're not going to be needing it today." Then he went over to the window that faced the parade deck and stared out it as if waiting for something to happen. Soon I could hear the Senior DI calling the cadence as the platoon pulled out from the parade deck to start their march.

I had just finished stowing all of my gear as S Sgt Wilkerson turned from the window. I could hear the platoon moving off into the distance. He continued to walk toward the duty hut, turned his head over his shoulder and said. "Quit lollygagging private. Get your ass in the Duty Hut."

I shut the lid to my foot locker and quickly caught up to him as he neared the door. I followed him into the duty hut. He took a box out that contained a prefabricated desk in it. "Well private the first thing we're gonna do is put this together."

I helped him put it together and when it was done he said, "Since we're gonna be here for another 3 hours before the others get back we can get some other stuff done. Get the hamper of whites out and start a load of laundry."

I grabbed the hamper of whites and dumped them into the laundry. As I was pouring in the detergent and bleach he walked up like he usually did and stripped down to give me his skivvies. He stood there in all his naked glory, a Greek god of a bulldog, hung like Priapus. Despite how hard I tried it was impossible to keep from boning up with the dog of all my fantasies standing naked in front of me. I reached out and took his skivvies from him.

I put them into the washer and while my back was to him I readjusted my rock hard 6 incher before turning around. Hopefully he wouldn't notice that I'd boned up.

When I turned around he grinned at me and said, "Why don't you take yours off and throw them in. There's still room in the washer."

"I just put them on this morning Sir. They're OK." I replied not wanting to take them off and have him see that I was sporting wood.

"Private that's an order, get out of your skivvies right now!" He said in his most commanding voice.

I had no choice. I turned my back to him and stripped down hoping I could put my camo utility pants back on before he saw my erection. I started to put them back on when he said, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Putting my pants back on Sir."

"Did I tell you to put your pant's back on?

"No Sir."

"Turn around Private."

I had no choice but to turn around, but as I did I brought my hands in front of my boner to hide it as best as I could.

"You don't have to cover up, I've seen you naked every night at short arms inspection." He chided.

I had no choice but to drop my hands to my sides while my cock jutted out in front of me.

He looked at me and with a deadly serious voice said, "Do I turn you on Private?"

"No Sir!"

"That's a shame, I was kinda hoping I did." Then he let out a bark like laugh. "I've seen you sneaking peeks at my cock every time I let you see it. Are you sure you aren't turned on by me?" He continued with a big smile.

I let out an audible sigh of relief. I'd been worried that I was going to get kicked out of the corps and here he seemed like he was OK with it. "Well kinda Sir." I finally admitted.

"As hard as that looks" he said pointing at my dick, "my guess is that it's more than just kinda."

"Yes Sir. You're the sexiest dog I've ever seen."

"That's what I want to hear recruit. It's my job to make a man out of you, that's what the Marine Corps pays me to do. But there are other ways to make a man out of you..." He put his paws onto my shoulders. "You know you want it..." He said as he gently pushed me onto my knees in front of him.

There in front of my eyes was the cock that I'd been thinking about every night when I was jerking off into my sock. Down here the musky odor of a stud that had been sweating a bit was obvious. Not rancid day old sweat, but fresh sweat just chock full of pheromones. I looked up at him and said, "I've never done this before Sir, I'm not sure what to do."

"Great! A virgin to break in." He said as his grin got even bigger. And as he did I could see his sheath plump and the head start to poke out of the end. "Go ahead and touch it."

I tentatively reached out and wrapped my paw around his sheath. I could feel the blood pulsing into his cock and I could feel it getting stiffer with each beat of his heart. I started to slide his sheath up and down over his erection. "That's the way to do it." He said, then he moaned.

It wasn't long before he was fully erect. He then put one of his big paws behind my head and pulled it forward. I knew exactly what he wanted, which was also fortunately exactly what I wanted too. I slid his sheath all the way back and took the head of his cock into my muzzle. I knew enough to keep my lips over my teeth as I ran my tongue over the head of his cock. He moaned as pre oozed out of his piss slit onto my tongue. It was just loaded with dominance pheromones.

He pulled my head down further until his head reached the back of my throat. Despite my desire to take the whole thing I couldn't manage it the first time. I gagged. He eased off, then pulled me further down his shaft. This time I tilted my head a little and the head of his dick slipped into my throat. My nose came to rest against his pubes which were emitting a heady musk.

"I've never nailed a rat before." He said as he slowly started to fuck my face. "Don't worry I've performed lots of 'Cherryectomies' before, just never on a rat." He said with a chuckle. His grip with those big paws was firm yet gentle. He knew what he wanted and knew I wouldn't resist. I was hard as a rock, 6 uncut inches just drooling precum down my balls as I eagerly serviced my DI.

Rats don't have sheaths like dogs, it was one of the things that really fascinated me about canines. They were just like feral animals in a rat's opinion. Some of us found it disgusting, but others like myself were fascinated by them. So when he finally pulled out of my mouth I reached up with my long fingers and started sliding his sheath up and down his red rocket. Just watching that bright red member disappearing into his sheath and reappearing was mesmerizing me. His dickhead was a little more pointed than mine which would be a good thing when he started to take my virginity.

His balls were bigger than most of the dogs in the platoon and of the dogs I'd seen in various high school locker rooms. But rats have bigger balls than any dog. We might not be big in the cock department, but we have huge balls and can cum multiple times in a single session. It's a pretty good tradeoff in my opinion...

"Yeah... Just keep stroking it private." He encouraged then growled out his pleasure, before picking me up under my arms and pulling me to my feet. He reached one powerful arm under my knees and one behind my back as he picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. He laid me on the bed before locking the door. "Can't take a chance that we get interrupted."

He crawled on the bed next to me and started to thrust his boner against mine. He pulled my muzzle toward his until our lips touched. I had never kissed someone before. Well I'd kissed my mom and relatives, but I mean a real kiss. I wasn't sure what to do, but that didn't matter since he knew exactly what he was doing and he was used to taking charge. I mean he's a DI and taking charge is what they do. He mashed his lips against mine. The next thing I knew his tongue was pressing against my lips, ordering them to open.

Who was I to disobey a lawful order. My lips surrendered and soon his tongue was giving orders in my muzzle. It was a big thick muscular tongue, just like the rest of him. Mine was much thinner and wiry like I was, and it submitted to his just like my body submitted.

He soon rolled me over on my back and crawled on top of me. His huge cock was now fully hard, completely out of it's sheath and running rampant over mine. He was so big and virile and insistent as he ground his doghood against me. It pulled my foreskin back and forth over my dick head, the sensitive flesh being stimulated beyond my control. My huge balls drew up despite all my efforts to hold back. I could feel the tingle as he ground that thick nine inches against me. He was completely in control and I couldn't have resisted if I had wanted to, but resistance was the absolute last thing I had in mind.

He hadn't broken the kiss the whole while he had been thrusting against me. He was as intense in his love making as he was in everything else he did. I could hold back no longer, my balls could hold back no longer. I cried out, "Aaaarrrghhhh..." into his mouth as my load shot out all over my belly.

When I stopped cumming he broke the kiss. "You liked that didn't you?"

"Yes Sir." I said breathlessly.

"Are the rumors true about rats?"

"What rumors Sir?"

"The ones about you being able to cum so many times because of those huge balls you've got?"

"Yes Sir."

"How many times can you cum?"

"I've cum up to 7 times in an hour Sir, but that was just with my paw. I think I could cum even more with someone as sexy as you."

"Flattery will get you everywhere recruit." He said as he got up off of my body. He slid down the bed to where his head was even with my junk. "I've always been curious about rats' cocks, you don't have a sheath, just that little foreskin." I was still hard. I felt his paw on my cock sliding my foreskin up and down. Then I felt that thick muscular tongue beginning to lick up all of the spooge splattered over my belly. After he got it all cleaned up, he took me into his muzzle. Fortunately the edge had been taken off by my first cum, because it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My cock was only familiar with my paw which wasn't anywhere as warm and moist as his muzzle.

He had obviously sucked a dick or fifty in his life, because he knew just what to do to get me to the edge and keep me there. He cupped my huge balls in one hand and fondled them as he sucked my cock enthusiastically. The feel of his rough tongue on my sensitive glans was mind blowing. Being a bulldog he had a short muzzle and he was taking me into his throat and massaging me with his throat muscle. He slid his middle finger into his mouth beside his cock and sucked on both of them for a few seconds. He removed it from his muzzle and moved it to my virgin asshole. I'd never stuck anything up there even a finger. He circled around it then eased it into my pucker. My sphincter clenched instinctively to hold off the intruder.

He slapped my balls, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make me wince. He pulled his head off of my boner and said, "Don't resist me Private. We're past the point of no return, I'm taking you whether you like it or not. You may as well surrender and enjoy it..."

"I'm sorry Sir. I've just never had anything up there before, it caught me by surprise." I said apologetically. I was more than willing to let him take my virginity.

"Just relax. I know what I'm doing." He ordered and then went back to work on my cock. It only took a moment before I was moaning my appreciation for his skills at fellatio, at least he was a dom that was concerned that his sub was pleasured too. But there was no doubt that he was the one in charge. I felt his finger head back to my nether passage.

This time I gave no resistance, forcing myself to relax when he penetrated me. He pumped his finger in and out a few times and then he concentrated his efforts on something inside me that made my cock jump. He was massaging something with his finger that had my eyes rolling up into my head from the pleasure. He had buried his nose into my pubes and was working on my dick head with his throat muscles while he ran over whatever he was massaging in me. There was no way I could resist, my balls drew up a second time and I filled his gullet with my seed.

He pulled back a little to take the last couple of spurts into his muzzle. He moved back up the bed until we were face to face. He wrapped his arms around me, rolled me onto my back and pulled me into a kiss. When I opened my mouth to accept his tongue I realized that there was more than just his tongue in his muzzle. He hadn't swallowed all of my cum and he let it ooze into my muzzle. I had no choice but to swallow it as it flowed into my muzzle. His tongue followed and was soon dominating mine.

When he broke the kiss he got out of bed and ordered, "GET OUT OF THE RACK RECRUIT!"

"AYE AYE SIR!" I responded as I shot up out of bed. I stood at attention in front of him.

"ON YOUR KNEES RECRUIT!" He barked.

"AYE AYE SIR!" I cried out enthusiastically as I dropped to my knees in front of this dominant stud. If he had been oozing musk and dominance pheromones before he was reeking of them now. They almost made me woozy and were making me even more eager to please him. For the second time I peeled back his sheath exposing the cock of my dreams.

"That's what I like to see, a nice obedient Private on his knees worshiping his Drill Instructor..."

He was still rock hard since he hadn't gotten off yet. I peeled it all the way down this time exposing the slightly thickened area which would form his knot when he was finally ready to cum. I had seen them in XXX rated magazines but this would be the first one I had ever seen in furson. I bobbed up and down on his shaft, my tongue busy the whole time.

"That's it recruit. That's really different. I've had plenty of dogs suck my cock, but they have big thick rough tongues. Yours is almost like being tickle with a feather in comparison." He encouraged.

I was using my hand to slide his sheath up and down the base of his shaft as I sucked and licked the head. He was really starting to lose control, pheromone laced pre was spurting almost nonstop into my mouth. He was grunting and moaning as he neared his orgasm. I could feel his knot start to grow as I slid his sheath up and down over it. I'd read enough porn to realize what to do. I pushed his sheath all the way down and then got a death grip on his cock right below his knot. It was rapidly expanding as he neared the point of no return.

"FUCK YEAH RECRUIT!!!!!" He screamed out as his knot expanded to its full size and became as hard as a rock. And I then got my very first taste of dog cum. The dominance pheromones were almost addicting as jet after jet of his precious essence filled my muzzle. I swallowed it as quickly as I could until he grabbed the base of his knot, pulled out of my muzzle and sprayed the rest of his load all over my face.

When he let go of his knot he stopped cumming almost immediately. He chuckled and said, "That looks good on you recruit." Then he wiped his dickhead clean on a dry area of my cheek. He used his finger to take the cum off of my face and feed it to me.

"Back up on the bed Recruit." He ordered, but there was none of the edge of one of his typical orders in his voice. That said he wasn't asking me, he was telling me. And I was eager to obey his orders, no matter what the tone of his voice.

I crawled back up on the bed and he followed. We were face to face when I said, "Thank you Sir."

"You're welcome. I knew what you wanted ever since the first time you saw my dick." He pulled me close to him and we cuddled for a while. He said quietly, "We're not done yet. I still plan on deflowering that tight little hole of yours as soon as I recover."

I though about that for a moment. I definitely wanted him to take my virginity but after seeing the size of his knot I was starting to get nervous. I mean it was as big as my fist. He had said he was going to make a man out of me, so I would just have to man up and take it no matter how much it hurt.

And while he hadn't quite recovered yet I was hard as a rock. Feeling his strong dominant body next to mine was enough to keep me in a state of perpetual hardness. He could feel my erection against his body.

"I not ready to go again yet, but it looks like you are." He said. "Straddle my waist and facing my feet." I followed his instructions. Then he reached down, grabbed my erection and guided it to the entrance of his sheath. He used his other hand to hold his sheath open as he inserted my dickhead into it. I instinctively slid my dick the rest of the way in. He kept his hand gripping his sheath so I could slide my dick in and out of it. His dick wasn't hard yet, but it was semi hard and even at that it was already much bigger than mine. Feeling my cock rubbing against his inside his sheath was exhilarating.

I leaned over in a pushup type position so I could better thrust into his sheath. All of a sudden I felt something warm and wet on my anus. I realized that he was licking my asshole with that thick rough tongue. Damn did it feel good. It wasn't long before he was poking into my pucker as I continued to fuck his sheath. I was on sensory overload. Even though I had already cum several times I came again into his sheath, my sphincter clenching on his tongue with each spurt.

When I pulled out of his sheath he gripped the tip, keeping my spooge in. He urged me out of the way and bent his head down until he could get his sheath into his muzzle. When he did he sucked my load out of it, savoring every drop.

"Recruit you were right, you rats can just keep cumming and cumming..."

"Well at least us rats are good for something..." I replied wryly. As I moved back up to cuddle with him.

He looked me in the eye and said, "Private you're the most Marine ready recruit I've seen come through here. You're athletic, self controlled, eager and obedient. And you have respect for those who outrank you."

"Sir I've always respected those that have earned respect. You DI's didn't get to where you are without earning respect."

"But most of the recruits have to be taught that, you seem to have arrived at that conclusion before you even got here." And with that he pulled me even closer. "You've earned my respect for you and for rats in general." Then he added, "But that doesn't mean that I'm not going to fuck your tight little virgin ass and have you begging for more..."

He got up and went over to his foot locker. He grabbed a tube of Vaseline and came back over to the bed. "On your belly private." He said. He grabbed the pillows from the top of the bed and placed them under my waist, giving just a little altitude to my ass. He squeezed a little onto my pucker, coated a finger and slipped it into my rectum. It was still lubed a little by his saliva from when he was rimming me so it slid in easily. I didn't resist at all this time. He inserted a second finger and when I was stretched sufficiently he added a third finger. He patiently opened me up and soon I was ready.

Then he lubed up his dick and started running it up and down my ass crack. I felt each time the head ran over my entrance and on one of the passes he changed the angle and the pointy head of his cock angled into me. I was already stretched enough that it didn't take much effort for the head of his cock to slip the whole way in. It didn't hurt much since he'd already stretched me out with his fingers. He slowly pushed until he had about 3 inches of it in me. He eased back another inch and then moved forward until he had a few more inches in me. He did this a few more times until he I felt his balls come to rest against mine.

He leaned forward until he was laying on top of me and he whispered in my ear. "I got you're cherry just like I said I would Private..."

"Yes you did Sir." I said proudly. I had never imagined it would feel this way. Maybe it was because I respected him so much. Just knowing that it was him that deep in me was a huge turn on. "Please fuck me Sir."

"I love it when you beg..." He said as he started to slowly work his doghood in and out of me. It only took a few thrusts over that spot inside me that had given me such pleasure earlier before I shot a load onto his pillow. As I said earlier, rats cum easy and often.

He didn't even pause when I came, he just continued to fuck me. His urgency and virility were obvious as he hammered into me, his balls pounding against mine on each thrust. I could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge.

"You understand when I cum in you you belong to me. Right?" He asked.

"Yes Sir!" I said breathlessly.

And with that he started making short thrusts into me and I could feel his knot starting to grow inside my sphincter. Each little withdrawal was milking the base of his knot against my sphincter. And each hard thrust in was jamming that growing knot against the spot in me that seemed to be the epicenter of my being.

He gave one last thrust and cried out, "FUCK!!! YOU'RE MINE NOW PRIVATE!!!" He gripped my neck in a mating bite making sure I knew that I was his and his alone. I felt him flood my insides with his virile load, bringing me along at the same time. I had been worried that his knot would be painful, but I guess the rectum is elastic enough to handle it. I only felt a fullness and a pleasure from where the knot was pressing up against that spot. We both rode out our orgasms and soon we were just resting, locked together as one. I could feel his cock pulsing with his heart beat inside of me just like another heart.

He rolled us on our sides so we were spooning as we waited for his knot to shrink enough for us to separate. I wasn't in much of a hurry. He had his arms wrapped protectively around me as we cuddled again.

"I just want you to know that I'm not going to give you any preferential treatment because of this. You're going to have to earn the title of Marine, we don't GIVE it to anyone."

"I understand Sir." I paused for a second. "Sir are we ever going to do this again?"

"Of course we are, every chance I get to get you alone."

Maybe the rest of Boot Camp wouldn't be so bad after all...

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