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In the Army (furryluvah and Chronic Oddity)

Chronic Oddity

Chronic Oddity

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Oct 14, 2019
Walking through the hallway towards what he felt was his doom, Ashton reflected on what had brought him to this point. He certainly hadn't planned on joining the army, though he had felt forced to as the men in his family had all gone through the army at one point or another all dating back to the very founding of the nation. At least, that was what his father had told them all since him and his brothers were babies, and had made very clear that they were all to do the same.

Unfortunately for Ashton, all the manly genes in the family seemed to have skipped right over him. Rather than the thick muscular frame all his male relatives shared, his frame was small and shapely much more like his mother. While his full ass, shapely thighs, and smooth skin were pleasing to the male eye, his small frame and girly voice had not served him well here. He had been so sure the day before that his drill sergeant was going to throw him out, however he had been offered this one last chance. Unsure of what he'd be doing, and very nervous about it he was debating on whether or not his father would toss him out too if he failed in whatever this new task was as well.

Drawing his petite shoulders back to feign confidence he didn't really have, he strode into his commanding officer's office at exactly 1800 hours as instructed. The very least he felt he could do was be punctual, even if he had failed at nearly every single physical task he had been given thus far.

"Sir, Ashton Martin reporting at exactly 1800 hours." He announced, proud of himself for keeping the tremble out of his voice. Sometimes he really hated being 5'6" as it left him feeling that much more like a small, weak compared to all the taller men. It didn't help that he found the drill sergeant to be intimidating personality wise as well.
 
Drill Sergeant Tyrone Jackson was a hulking, 6 foot 4 black man. He heard someone entering his office and looked up, seeing the girly strumpet degenerate walk into his office and salute him. It was his opinion that Private Ashton ought to be working a street corner somewhere with a figure like his. Who in their right mind would ever think he had what it took to be in the Army? With almost no muscle mass and the widest hips and fattest ass Jackson had ever seen on what was technically a man. However, it was for those exact qualities that Jackson didn't simply expel him from the Army right then and there. After all, no one stated that a soldier HAD to serve in a combat role to do his duty to his country. "At ease private." He said in his deep, rumbling voice, standing up from his desk to shut the door behind the femboy, taking the chance to check out his ample backside.

He strode in front of the femboy, hands behind his back, letting his physically intimidating appearance get inside the femboy's head before continuing. He let out a sigh, "Alright private, I'm going to be honest with you, you make a terrible soldier, and I'm convinced you only got let into the Army in the first place because of your family's long history of distinguished service in the armed forces. I seriously considered throwing you out, but then I realized that there's more to the Army than making combat troops. Support roles, big and small, are often overlooked but are no less important to the Army's success. So, I'm going to transfer you to a support role, specifically my personal assistant. You will clean my office, manage my calendar, and basically be an errand boy that does anything I ask, does that sound good?"
 
Ashton held his hands at his side when he received the at ease command, still stiff with nerves especially when the intimidating man strode up to him. Truthfully he was completely oblivious to the man's checking his perky ass out. Nervously, his weight shifted from one foot to the other, and he was unable to keep still. The boy's face visibly showed his discouragement as the man spoke the very words he had been telling his father for years.

The words about support roles had his eyes widening and he actually met the intimidating black man's eyes. "Really? You'd do that for me?" The words were out of his mouth before he realized it and had his cheeks pinkening with embarrassment. "I meant to say, yes please. I'm definitely much better suited for office work than fighting."

Admitting to it did nothing to his pride, though he'd never tell his dad that. He saw this as an easy way out, a method in which he could still serve so as to placate his father without all the failures and bruises he got from combat training. "When do I start?" Ashton couldn't keep the eagerness from his tone and body language, though he had completely missed the implication within the other man's phrasing.
 
Jackson felt a predatory grin spread across his face as Ashton eagerly accepted his new role. "Well, you can get started right now, if you want, provided you sign this standard transferal form." He says, presenting the form on a clipboard with a pen. He watched as the big booty private signed without even reading the clause which stated that he would do anything Jackson said with no questions asked. "Alright, now that we've got that taken care of, let's get you started. We'll give you something easy tonight, just do a little dusting around my office. But first, you need to put on your new Army uniform." Jackson said, walking over to the closet where he pulled out a stereotypical feather duster coupled with a high fetishized maid outfit, complete with fishnet stockings, mini skirt, and high heels. I don't have a changing room in office, so you'll have to change here I'm afraid." Jackson said, his big, black cock beginning to harden, pushing the front of his pants outward as he thought about seeing Ashton's fat, white, girly ass for the first time.
 
The naive boy signed without even reading the contract, simply assuming that Jackson wouldn't cheat him. "A new uniform? The one I have fits just fine though." He protested as the man walked to the closet and pulled out the odd outfit. "Umm... Is this some sort of joke? Are you making fun of me?" Ashton demanded, taking a step back as he noticed the predatory grin and the growing thing in the big black man's pants.

"That looks really impractical anyway... I could so much more effectively in this." He attempted to reason, his small hands resting in his pale elbows as his arms crossed in front of him. "That looks... Uncomfortable."
 
Jackson's eyes went cold as he glared down at the defiant femboy. "I don't have to answer to you, last time I checked I was the commanding officer here, and you signed the contract which clearly said you would do what I said with no questions asked. Now put it on!" He said, shouting the last four words as he would when he was training raw recruits during their daily drills. "And besides," He said, his voice softening. "It's not meant to be practical. I meant it when I said you made a terrible soldier, so I figured the least you could do is put your finest "ass"et to good use and satisfy your superiors." He says, reaching around and giving the femboy's massive ass a squeeze.
 
The reluctant femboy seemed to shrink in his boots at the yelling, though he kicked his boots off quickly. Having grown up with his own personal drill sergeant in his dad, Ashton already had the instinct to obey orders driven into him. Jackson's voice softening threw him off, and he hesitated jumping a little as the man's hand squeezed his ass. He couldn't help but squirm in his superior's grasp, and he looked at the man pleadingly. "You'll throw me out if I don't do this." It was a statement rather than a question, and he eyed the uniform seemingly weighing his options. "You've left me no choice." Reluctantly, he took the outfit from Jackson and made to move away from the man wanting to put some distance. Maybe the desk too, he decided.
 
Jackson nodded as the femboy stated, not asked the obvious. Any soldier worth anything would follow the orders of his superior's to the letter, and even though he might not be a boots on the ground traditional soldier, he was not exempt from those rules. Jackson felt his eyes narrow as the femboy made the attempt to move away, to use his desk to hide his goods. Jackson put a powerful hand on the femboy's slender shoulder, putting on pressure, not enough to hurt or bruise, but a subtle way of showing that he was in fact the boss. "I don't recall giving you permission to move behind my desk maggot." He said in a voice that was much softer than his traditional drill sergeant screaming, but still contained a definitive note of authority all the same. "When I said change, I said right here, right now. When you joined the Army, you became United States property, and when you signed that contract, you became mine, and I will not have you disobey me, understood?"
 
Only a slight hesitation more, and Ashton's hands were gripping the edge of his shirt slowly starting to pull it up. "Fine, then I'll so it here, sir." Figuring if he was going to be forced into undressing in front of the man, he may as well take the chance to tease him a bit. That was, after all, the only way of really getting back at Jackson that he had at the moment. Not to mention, if he was going to do it, he may as well do it as well as he possibly could so Jackson didn't change his mind. "Though you didn't say how fast I had to do it, only that I have to start now, sir." His words were sassy as he finally drew the shirt over his head. Pausing to fold the shirt, he set it on the edge of the desk and turned so his back was to the black man before oh so slowly pulling his pants and boxers down over his full ass. "This is what you wanted to see isn't it, sir?" Ashton asked as he was bent over, freeing his legs from the pants and taking his socks off as he did so. He then began to slip his legs into the stockings, adding the skirt and rest of the maid outfit except the heels. The heels still in hand, he turned to the drill sergeant with one eye brow raised. "May I sit on the edge of your desk to put these things on, or would you rather I sat on the floor, sir?" At that point, he was obviously feeling much more bold.
 
Jackson, despite his intimidating appearance and demeanor, loved being teased. His own personal computer was full of bubbly butt femboy ass worship videos. He nodded, acknowledging that the femboy was technically correct, he never specified just how fast that the femboy needed to undress. Besides, Jackson already had a method of revenge planned for this small amount of insubordination. He watched as the femboy slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his smooth, white skin and perky pink nipples. He watched as Ashton turned around, so his back was to the hulking black man, causing Jackson's cock to begin to stand at attention at his words, "This is what you wanted to see isn't it, sir?" Once more, Jackson nodded as the femboy began to slowly pull down his pants and boxers, exposing his thick, full ass to the black man for the first time. It was as perfect and beautiful as Jackson dared hope. He fought the urge to bury his nose between those wonderful cheeks and take a sniff, he had to appear like he was in control here.

His moment of opportunity didn't last long, however, as the femboy began to slip into his fishnets, and then finally slipping on the skirt that partially hid his massive ass from view, although the bottoms of his ample cheeks were still exposed. Jackson vaguely heard the femboy's question, and had to physically shake his head to free himself from his ass induced daze. "Hmm? Oh yes, sit on the edge of the desk to put them on." He said, his voice a bit shakier than his normally confident, drill sergeant tones. The fact that the femboy was subtly using his feminine charms to throw Jackson off his game barely registered in his own mind, he was much more curious about the femboy's feet right now.
 
Ashton smirked at the drill sergeant's reaction, and hoped up onto the edge of the man's desk making a show of spreading his legs. Carefully he strapped his petite, pale feet into the heels and sat there for a moment with his legs dangling off the side of the desk. He was glad he had snuck out not too long ago for that pedicure, as it had left his small feet much prettier with the feminine shoes. The femboy carefully slid down off the desk and stood there feeling a little ridiculous in the outfit, and a little concerned with being able to actually walk in the shoes. "Well sir. Impractical enough?" He asked with one eyebrow arched. Carefully he gathered up the duster and took one shaky step towards the book case. Making it there without incident, he started running the duster over the top shelf. As he got closer to the bottom, he bent over and stuck his ass out. This position caused the skirt to ride up and reveal more of his plump white ass, which he shook just a little as he dusted.
 
Jackson watched as the femboy took his sweet time putting on his heels, showing off his soft, petite, pale feet before he slipped them into his heels. Jackson felt his big, black cock throb inside his Army issue trousers as the femboy slid off the desk, a bit shaky in his new heels. It didn't worry Jackson, with feet like those this little femslut would have plenty of time to practice walking around in heels. As the black man stared, the femboy fired off yet another snarky, insubordinate question. Jackson nodded, and the femboy then proceeded to take a couple of shaky steps towards the book case. He grabbed the feather duster over the shelves, progressively going lower and lower, causing his ridiculously small skirt to ride up and reveal more of his plump, white ass cheeks, which softly jiggled as he dusted.

Jackson couldn't hold it in any longer, he needed that fat white ass and he needed it now. He unzipped his pants and unlimbered his massive, black cock, made all the more impressive by the bulging veins running along the shaft. He took a few strides forward, and smacked the femboy's fat white ass, making the cheeks bounce and ripple as a pink hand print began to develop on there. Normally, he would've savored the moment, enjoyed Ashton's ass as much as he could, but he had all the teasing he could handle. "Don't think I know what you're doing you fucking slut." He whispered, grabbing the femboy by the shoulders and turning him around, forcing him to his knees. "You think you can tease me like that an I'll just sit there and take it? Well you're dead wrong boy, now you better satisfy this big black cock since you were the one to get it all excited. Understood?" He said, smacking his cock across the femboy's pale white face to accentuate what he was saying.
 
Ashton squeaked in surprise as the hand landed on his fat white ass, as he had not actually expected Jackson to touch him. He couldn't help the spike of arousal that shot through him, and he turned at the large black man's guidance. Sinking to his knees a bit faster than he liked, he gasped upon realizing just how big the black cock in front of him. Smirking as it hit him in the face, one of his small hands wrapping around the large cock. "Well Sergeant Jackson, you didn't last nearly as long as I thought you would." His curious fingers slid down the shaft, exploring it. One eye brow arched and he blinked at the big black man innocently.

"How do you expect me to satisfy your big black cock, sir? Perhaps like so?" The femboy was enjoying provoking the large man, probably more than he really thought he should. Slowly Ashton leaned in to lick the tip, his eyes focusing on the pleasurable contrast between the pale skin of his hand and the much darker skin of the big cock in front of him. He turned his head and licked down the shaft next, one of his hands sliding to tease Jackson's balls.
 
"Well Sergeant Jackson, you didn't last nearly as long as I thought you would."

Jackson felt his cock twitch in the femboy's small hands at that teasing remark. If the femboy didn't catch on that he loved being teased by femboys, he made it pretty obvious now. Jackson hissed in pleasure as the femboy's soft hands slide down his big, black meat pole, Ashton's eyebrow perpetually raised in a teasing, almost mocking gesture. However on the rest of his face was a look of pure innocence. Jackson couldn't think of a reply, other than enjoying the shiver that went up his spine when the femboy dragged his tongue up and down the length of his shaft, the femboy's pale hand making a nice contrast with Jackson's dark big cock. Jackson regained his wits as the femboy reached down to tease his hefty balls. "D-don't play that innocent bullshit act with me, you know exactly how to take care of my big black cock. But since you won't do it on your own, I guess you need a little assistance." Jackson grabbed the femboy by the head, forcing his open mouth down his cock until it was about halfway, when the femboy gave a gag. "Nn fuck, gag reflex ain't what it should be, but don't worry, we've got plenty of time to fix that, don't we? I expect you to look up at your superior officer when I speak to you maggot!" He said forcefully, waiting for the femboy's sapphire blue eyes to meet his dark ones. "Good, now suck this cock the way girly cumsluts like you are supposed to, and swallow every thing. If you let a drop spill on this carpet I will spank that fat ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week, understand?"
 
"But since you won't do it on your own, I guess you need a little assistance."

Ashton's eyes closed as his mouth was stuffed full of big black cock. At the comment about his gag reflex, the femboy wanted to tell him it was just that Jackson's cock was way too big for this. He kept trying to suck it right. At the command, his bright blue eyes drifted open just enough to lock with Jackson's. All he could do was grunt around the cock, one of his hands going back up to wrap around the thick black shaft. He then began to move, sucking and moving his hand along with his mouth as he slid along it.
 
Jackson let out a soft moan as the femboy's bright blue eyes locked with his, his mouth moving up and down his big, black cock, his hand working the rest of the shaft. "I don't remember telling you to use your hands." He says, taking the femboy's hand off his cock, forcing him to use only his mouth. "We're gonna train that gag reflex, you're gonna learn to take this big cock all the way down your slutty throat. Be sure to breathe through your nose." He said, pushing on the back of the femboy's head, slowly inching him down the rest of his shaft as his big cock began to drip pre into the femboy's slutty mouth.
 
The only protest Ashton offered was a small whimper, instead positioning his pale hands on the black man's thighs for better stability. He allowed his head to be pressed down on, only providing a little resistance if it was going a bit too fast. Beyond that, his eyes closed back, figuring Jackson probably wouldn't care as he hadn't said anything in a moment. He was instead focusing on trying to take the big black cock into his throat, the feeling of the precum sliding down his throat turning him on. It surprised him, but he was finding that it was actually turning him on sucking on a cock this big. Breifly he wondered if all black cocks were this big, and resolved to ask Jackson about it later.
 
Once the drill sergeant managed to get the femboy to take him all the way to his base, he relished as the femboy's throat spasmed, his throat muscles massaging his thick, black rod. "Nn fuck that's it, now we're getting somewhere." Jackson stated, pulling out his cock so that only the head remained in Ashton's mouth, before thrusting in again. He started slowly developing a rhythm, his hefty black balls slapping against the femboy's delicate white chin.
 
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