The main character in this book is a highly decorated Drill Sergeant who has been given the order to build a special services unit made up of the finest quality of hard core recruits. He has earned this assignment based on his ability to meet the call of action and master minded the physical training programs and sexual exercises that will turn qualified trainees into a troop of proud Sex Soldiers. His trainees follow his ever order as he educates the new recruits under his command on how to take it like a real man. He enjoys getting his cock nasty performing anal intercourse then purifying his rod with the saliva juices of the grunts under his command. This is why the book carries the name "Boot Camp Testimonials of The Special Services Unit - The Sex Soldiers". The main character's name is "Drill Sergeant Abel Rodman". The stories within this book detail the sex drills he imposes on his trainees. Drill Sergeant Abel Rodman has a steel hard rod and refers to it as "The Steel Drill". His drill has a steel shaft that penetrates at the speed of light with the thrust of a jet. Drill Sergeant Abel Rodman is the favorite of all trainees and they devotedly follow his orders in hopes that one day they might become as good a "Sex Soldier" as he. Indulge your nasty and wild imagination as you read this book detailing raw, dirty, male on male sexual adventures. This book is the first by the author but, don't worry ladies, you'll be featured in the next edition "Adventures of Ima Lizbeon & Ura Dyke" that will be released soon for sale to the public at your nearest Adult Rated book store. If you enjoy this book, get ready for "Adventures of Ima Lizbeon & Ura Dyke" as they chronicle the sex lives of Candy Klitorus, Button Snatch, Kitty Kunt, Blossom Juggs, and Tiny Utters.

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Chapter One
Boot Camp Initiation

It was a hot, steamy morning at Fort Polk Louisiana. Drill Sergeant Abel Rodman has been given the task to establish a Special Services Unit of highly trained soldiers mastering in all arts of combat and physical strength endurance. It is his responsibility to develop the most qualified young recruits to become the next Advanced Special Services Unit. The code name for this new Special Services Unit has been given "Sex Soldiers" to set them apart from other Special Service personnel. The United States Military Services have determined they need a special unit of troops who are bonded in ways never before explored that will be key in supporting the safety of freedom for not only the Western World but the Entire World. This training program is being trialed to develop the best qualified and focused personnel who will work behind enemy lines anywhere in the world, support local ground troops safety as well of the safety of every soldier serving in any branch of the United States Active Military Services. Three Top Platoon Leaders have already been appointed to support Drill Sergeant Rodman's training assignment. These young men were the top of their class in a prior advance training program and have been hand picked to lead the first 30 new recruit candidates who were also hand picked for this new Special Services training assignment. These new boot camp recruits are aware they have demonstrated exceptional abilities and met all requirements to be a member of this trial special services program. They anxiously await their name to be called, to find out what barracks and bunk they will be assigned. They will occupy this space for the next 8 weeks of hell.

The recruits wait quietly fearing what their Drill Sergeant would have in store for them. The trainees have heard rumors and frightening stories about the feared "Drill Sergeant Abel Rodman". As the recruits stand at attention and the hot humid full sun beams down on their young, hard, and tense bodies, they are amazed by the sight of this 6'6" hunk of man marching in front of their formation. He carries himself as if he is the Master of all the recruits and they, his slaves, know they will follow any order he gives them. This man has an animal sexual magnetism that even these young trainees can't help but find themselves overwhelmed by desire to please him.

Drill Sergeant Rodman knows that he has total command of these young recruits lives over the course of the next 8 weeks and they will all want to be his number one Training Candidate. Drill Sergeant Abel Rodman has a dark smooth complexion, large bulky shoulders, piercing drum chest, short and sculpted thick black hair, crystal light blue eyes, massive triceps and biceps that takes all the recruits breath away. There is total silence and each of the recruits begin to sweat beads of moisture that inundated from their brows, down their face, and onto their starched and crisp uniforms. They couldn't wait to hear him speak. He marched up and down in front of each recruit in formation, eyeing them up and down looking as if they were a fresh piece of meet on a rack and he was a starved wolf that might rip the flesh from their bones at any moment. The recruits stood solid and straight enduring the heat and fearful of not being man enough to pass this first inspection.

Drill Sergeant Abel Rodman belted out in a firm and shattering command, "At Ease, Soldiers!" and the recruits allowed their tense muscles to relax but still remained in proper formation. Drill Sergeant Rodman approached the first Platoon Leader in formation and commanded, "Trainee, step forward and give me your name!" The Platoon Leader immediately took one step forward and recited, "Sir, Yes Sir, I am Private Jack Acock!" Drill Sergeant Rodman stated, "Well done Private Acock, step back into formation!"

Drill Sergeant Rodman gave the same order to the next Platoon Leader in formation, he stepped forward, stated his name, "Sir, Yes Sir, I am Private Dick Lovette!" Drill Sergeant Rodman stated, "Well done Private Lovette, step back into formation!" Drill Sergeant Rodman gave the same order to the next Platoon Leader in formation, he stepped forward, stated his name, "Sir, Yes Sir, I am Private Peter Needsome!" Drill Sergeant Rodman stated, "Well done Private Needsome, step back into formation!" As Drill Sergeant Rodman went down the rows of new recruits, the shape of his massive swollen cock filled the front of his uniform. He was delighted with the performance of his new Platoon Leaders and his recruits. He couldn't wait to become personally involved in developing each one of them into the finest "Sex Soldier" ever under his command.

Drill Sergeant Rodman's next ordeal is to decide which recruit he will take under his belt first. He was most impressed with the three Platoon Leaders; Jack Acock, Dick Lovette and Peter Needsome. Jack Acock is a handsome young man of 6'2', with a slim athletic build, fair smooth complexion, short cropped thick cotton blonde hair, emerald bright green eyes and he could tell that Jack had the desire to be his best Candidate. Dick Lovette is also a very handsome young man of 6'. He has a muscular build, a dark olive complexion, thick dark brown hair cut in a short bur, thick body hair thrusting above his starched shirt uniform, deep sea blue eyes, and he has deep dimples under his thick shaved facial hair. As for Peter Needsome, he is the shortest of the three standing at 5'11". He has a full framed stout muscular body, short curly red hair, a freckled complexion, eyes as black as a panther, and he appeared not to have any body hair since his face was as smooth as a babies bottom with no signs of body hair on his neck or arms. Who will be Drill Sergeant Rodman's first choice; Jack, Dick or Peter?

Chapter 2
Boot Camp Training Begins

After greeting his new recruits, Drill Sergeant Rodman ordered them to fall into single file and prepare for a 2 mile march. The recruits fell into single file and began marching behind their fearless leader. The steamy hot Louisiana humidity made their bodies sweat like young whores in heat. The weight of their uniforms was increasing with the added moisture as they marched along. When they completed the 2 mile march, Drill Sergeant Rodman order them to begin a mile and one half jog. By now, all the young men were drenched with sweat but they wouldn't let their leader down. They jogged for the mile and half, then Drill Sergeant Rodman had them file in Platoon Order to begin physical training. He worked every inch of their tired, sweaty bodies until they could hardly make it to the Mess Hall for breakfast. They only had 30 minutes to get through the Mess Line, eat and get back in front of their barracks in Platoon File Order for more grueling physical training.

The morning consisted of physical drills and lunch was a short 30 minutes relief period then they were back in the trenches again. The drills continued until early evening when they were dismissed to the Mess Hall for dinner. The young recruits are physically drained but their appetites are full and hardy. These trainees ate like a pack of starving coyotes.

It's now the end of the first day of Basic training and the young men are all exhausted beyond belief. They are so tired and worn they don't even have the energy to talk to one another. All day, their entire focus has been on getting through the day and not letting Drill Sergeant Rodman down. Their fear of him has turned into a need to meet his approval. Every trainee has been captured by his command and will do anything Drill Sergeant Rodman asks them to do. They are his slaves and he knows it!

It's 6 P.M. in the evening and all the recruits are getting their shower. The shower room is full of hot, sweaty young men most of whom have not been this tired or alone in their lives. They are so tired they aren't even thinking about anything but getting showered and in bed. They know Drill Sergeant Rodman has early plans for them the next morning long before the sun rises. They just pray they can get at least 3 or 4 hours sleep before he begins the second day of physical torture.

Drill Sergeant Rodman walks into their barracks and they all jump to their feet and stand at attention. Drill Sergeant Rodman tells them "At Ease Soldiers!" and they relax in place. He then orders Private Acock to step forward. Private Acock is terrified he has done something wrong and that Drill Sergeant Rodman will make him the laughing stock of the unit. Private Acock steps forward reluctantly and states, "Sir, Yes Sir, Private Acock at your command!" Drill Sergeant Rodman calmly states, "Add Ease Soldier, I just want you to come to my quarters for a chat!" The expression on Private Acock's face relaxes and he replies, "Sir, Yes Sir!"

Drill Sergeant Rodman leads Private Acock out of the barracks and to his private quarters. Private Acock follows like a puppy following his Master. Drill Sergeant Rodman opens the door to his quarters and orders Private Acock to come in. Private Acock stands at the door until Drill Sergeant Rodman tells him, "Be At Ease Soldier, I'm not going to kill you!" Private Acock relaxes his body but is still unsure what's going to happen. Drill Sergeant Rodman orders him to "Come a little closer!" Private Acock steps about 2 foot away from Drill Sergeant Rodman. He can feel warmth from this statuesque hunk of man and begins to sweat in fear that Drill Sergeant Rodman might notice the swelling of his personal member.

Drill Sergeant Rodman has a quick eye and has already noticed his recruit's swelling unit and it looks like it is about to burst out of his uniform. Drill Sergeant Rodman decides it's time to begin the second phase of personal and close physical training with Private Acock. He givers Private Acock an order, "Private Acock, remove your uniform and all clothing for a close up and personal inspection. Private Acock begins to undress as ordered. He is anxious about how Drill Sergeant Rodman will react once he unveils his hardened cock.

Drill Sergeant Rodman gives Private Acock an order, "Private Acock, drop to your knees, unzip my uniform trousers, remove my Steel Drill, and let's see what kind of man you are made of and show me if you can live up to your name and Jack A Cock right!" Private Acock was delighted, excited and a willing grunt under his Drill Sergeant's command. He unzipped Drill Sergeant Rodman's trousers, removed his huge 10 to 12 inches of manhood and began to jack it off with a tight grip and hard quick movements.

Drill Sergeant Rodman give Private Acock another order, "Private Acock, touch the end of my Steel Drill with the tip of you tongue so when my torpedo erupts and shoots it's stream of hot semen, you can catch it all in your mouth pack." Private Acock was a willing slave and dedicated to giving Drill Sergeant Rodman the best blow job he's ever had. He so wants to please and be remembered by doing the best job ever performed because he knows there have been many to cum and go before him. Drill Sergeant Rodman's huge tool was almost too much for Private Acock to handle but he gave it his best and as the torpedo launched it's stream of fluid, Private Acock caught ever drop as ordered. Drill Sergeant Rodman gave a sigh of relief as his huge rod thrust the largest wad of cum Private Acock had ever taken. Private Acock knew he had performed well and was proud of his deliverance. Drill Sergeant Rodman gave Private Acock one last order, "Private Acock, you did a fine job but you made a mess on my polished boots and you need to clean it up." Private Acock was totally unaware that he too had cum when he digested Drill Sergeants cum wad. He diligently bent forward licking the polished boots with his tongue, soaked up ever drop like a sponge and gave the boots such a spit shine that he could see the reflection of his face on each boot. He had met the call of duty and was proud to do so.

Drill Sergeant Rodman gave Private Acock his final ordered for the day, "Private Acock, you have done yourself proud. I'm sure you will be a fine Platoon Leaders! You can get dressed and return to your bunk to catch a good night sleep because tomorrow is another hard day of training for you and the other trainees!" Private Acock replied, "Sir, Yes Sir! I thank you for the compliment and I am happy to be under your command!"

Private Acock dresses himself and quietly eases out of Drill Sergeant Rodman's private quarters and rushed back to his bunk for a good night sleep. He was elated with his performance tonight and being complimented by Drill Sergeant Rodman meant as much to him as if he had won a Purple Heart. He knew he had met the call to action and made Drill Sergeant Rodman's manly load lighter in his sack.

Chapter 3
Day Two of Boot Camp - Who's turn is it now?

The call to Reveille came early on this second day of Boot Camp. All the recruits dashed out of their bunks, stripped down to their bear skin, rushed into the showers for a quick rinse, shave and then back to their uniform closet and quickly dressed into their starched fatigues, boots and cap. Everyone was in a frenzy to meet the deadline before Drill Sergeant Rodman entered the barracks for inspection. As Drill Sergeant Rodman approached their barracks, he could hear everyone preparing themselves for inspection. He enters the barracks and everyone came to attention at the foot of their bunks.

Drill Sergeant Rodman gave them the order, "Grunts, fall into line for inspection!" He was proud of this group of young men. They have adapted to following orders and made him proud he was in command of these Young Soldiers. As he stepped from bunk to bunk inspecting his trainees, he gave them each a complete visual inspection. To everyone's surprise, they all passed with flying colors.

Drill Sergeant Rodman gave them the order, "Men, fall into Platoon Order outside the barracks for your morning exercise program!" They all fell immediately into file and Drill Sergeant Rodman began the morning exercise. He worked them hard. It was another hot and sultry Louisiana morning. Even though it was only 6 a.m., the heat index was already 95 degrees and it felt like the humidity could be cut by a knife and the air was wet and heavy. After 30 minutes of vigorous exercise, he ordered them into single file and to begin the mornings 2 mile march followed by a mile and 1/2 jog.

By the time they were finished with their early morning exercise program, they were dismissed to the Mess Hall for breakfast. Breakfast is prepared by the Mess Sergeant that everyone referred to as The Mess Master. Mess Sergeant Willie (Booty) Wanzit is a bulky muscular man with tattoos all over his arms and the crack of his ass is always on display because his full rounded butt is like a mound of hard stone. He is constantly stooping downward in the Mess Hall and this action makes his trousers gravitate toward his thighs. He has full black brows that protrude like wings from his forehead and deep set red laced eyes that make it difficult to tell the real true color of his hazel green eyes. It's obvious that Mess Sergeant (Booty) Wanzit spends lots of time at the nearest Pub, "Man's Landing". He grew up in the French Quarters of New Orleans and prides himself being a true French Quarter Cajun Chef. He can throw a decent meal together but he could never make it in a real restaurant and definitely not in the French Quarters as a Chef. He lacks the skill and culture to be anywhere but in a Mess Hall. He loves to tell stories about how many times he's been so drunk in the Quarters that he had no idea how he got home. Many nights he would wake up and have no idea where he was. He realized he needed discipline and being the Mess Master for new recruits suited him just fine. He liked being there and was able to scope out the new meat and prided himself in providing a staple meal to make his young recruits as strong as they could be. He loved his job and enjoyed the camaraderie of being with young trainees.

After Mess, it is time for more drills until lunch and the same drills again until dinner. Every moment of the day was planned and the recruits had not a moment of spare time to think for themselves or daydream about home. Drill Sergeant Rodman is their MaMa, PaPa, Brother, Sister, Preacher and Lover as far as their concentration would allow. He commands each moment of their lives and he is the man in charge.

It's the end of the physical drills and they have finish dinner and back in the barracks getting ready for a good night sleep. Drill Sergeant Rodman comes to the barracks and gives an order for Private Needsome to follow him to his personal quarters. Private Jack Acock experienced a little jealousy as he hopped he would be called back to Drill Sergeant Rodman's quarters to provide "The Steel Drill" his personal attention. Even though he was disappointed he wasn't called back to service "The Steel Drill" this night, he had the memory of last night. He then realized it's best all his fellow soldier buddies share in the experience of being a dedicated "Sex Soldier" and there is no better training tool than Drill Sergeant Rodman's "Steel Drill" . He just wished he could be there to assist in this training exercise.

Private Needsome was tense and feared he had failed to complete the exercise programs to suit Drill Sergeant Rodman. As he followed Drill Sergeant Rodman, he played back all activities of the day to try to draw to memory any activity he might have failed to complete. Once they arrived at Drill Sergeant Rodman's personal quarters, Drill Sergeant Rodman entered first. He gave Private Needsome an order, "Soldier, enter and stand at attention!" Private Needsome entered as directed and stood at attention. He was nervous, sweating profusely, and felt he could not full his lungs with enough fresh air. Drill Sergeant Rodman noticed he was on edge and gave him an order, "Private Needsome, stand at ease and relax!" Private Needsome began to relax and realized he must not be in trouble.

Drill Sergeant Rodman gave Priave Needsome an order, "Private Needsome, let's see if you can live up to your last name and see how bad you need some? Private Needsome was uneasy. He had no idea where this was going. Drill Sergeant Rodman then gave him an order, "Private Needsome, strip down for a full body inspection!" Private Needsome's expression was that of horror but he began to undress as ordered. Drill Sergeant Rodman watched attentively as Private Needsome undressed. His male unit began to swell as it always does when he is in private with one of his recruits. He viewed Private Needsome's fine hard body with delight. He was proud this young recruit was so well endowed and physically fit. He then gave Private Needsome an order, "Private Needsome, turn, bend over and spread your ass cheeks!" Private Needsome began to get with the program and realized where this exercise was going. He is a handsome young man but not the smartest cock on the walk. He waited with anticipation for the next order knowing it would probably be one he would have to give little thought to. Drill Sergeant Rodman then ordered, "Private Needsome, I'm going to give you my tool, inch by inch, and you tell me when it's deep enough!" Private Needsome was with the program and eager for this exercise. He had taken many tools for his young years and thought this will be a piece of cake. Little did he know about Drill Sergeant Rodman's "Steel Drill" but he would soon get the full thrust of it. Drill Sergeant Rodman penetrated Private Needsome's ass with his first 4 inches. Drill Sergeant Rodman orders, "Private Needsom, is it deep enough?" Private Needsome replies, "Sir, No Sir, take it deeper!" This is just what Drill Sergeant Rodman wanted to hear. He then plunged 4 more inches into Private Needsome's tunnel of deep satisfaction and asked, "Private Needsome, is it deep enough now?" Private Needsome was starting to fill the full thrust of Drill Sergeant's "Steel Drill" but didn't want to let him down. Private Needsom replies, "Sir, No Sir! Take it all the way!" This is the answer Drill Sergeant Rodman wanted to hear, he rammed all the 12 inches of his "Steel Drill" deep into Private Needsome hot sweaty sex tunnel. Private Needsome replies, "Sir, Yes Sir! I hope you are all the way in or I may not be able to take your full "Steel Drill?" Drill Sergeant Rodman was pleased with Private Needsome's wiliness to satisfy. Drill Sergeant Rodman began to thrust the full intensity of his "The Steel Drill" in and out of Private Needsome's ass. As "The Steel Drill" swelled larger and larger as a torpedo being positioned to be launched for battle, Drill Sergeant Rodman continued to thrusts harder and harder. The force and thrusts of "The Steel Drill" got fiercer. Private Needsome began to synchronize the muscles of his butt as "The Steel Drill" forced the walls of his ass. Private Needsome tightened his ass walls around "The Steel Drill" with the tension of a vise grip. As Drill Sergeant Rodman pumped harder and harder, he suddenly blasted the largest wad of cum ever from his fine tooled torpedo. Drill Sergeant Rodman excused Private Needsome to his bunk to get a good night sleep because tomorrow is the third day of Boot Camp. As Private Needsome jogged double time back to his lonely bunk, he had a sense of complete accomplishment in knowing he had taken "The Steel Drill" like a man. He had incubated Drill Sergeant Rodman's "Steel Drill" deep inside his hot and moist body to the best of his ability.