It was late on a Saturday morning. I had slept in after a late night drinking at the enlisted club on base. I was in the shower down the hall from my room in the barracks. It was a large communal shower, but because of the hour, I had the entire bathroom to myself. I was soaping down my nether regions and feeling randy because pretty much any attention paid to my penis made it spring to attention. I had to limit the number of times I shook I after taking a piss, lest I develop a woody. Since I was alone, I decided I would indulge in a wank. Even if someone did come in to use the restroom, the risk was low that they'd head into the shower.
I began to imagine a fantasy girl from one of the men's magazines I kept stashed under my mattress. I had plenty of slippery suds and was feeling like a man in charge of his woman. All seven inches of my cock was quite hard and giving its all to my fantasy pussy.
"You're in violation of Article 134 of the UCMJ sailor," said a stern female voice at the shower entrance. I looked over to see a not unattractive ensign with a cute seaman apprentice holding a clipboard in tow. It put me over the edge. I shot my wad in repeated jets several feet across the shower.
"Nice!" said the seaman apprentice appreciatively.
The Uniform Code of Military Justice was the US Military's version of the Constitution. In fact, for those in the military, it superseded the Constitution. Article 134 was a catch-all article that made any conduct that could bring discredit upon the armed forces not specifically listed in other articles a crime. Wanking in a public place, which was what the communal bathroom was considered, was covered.
"Seaman Miller, restrain this man's hands behind his back. We are taking him into custody."
"But ma'am," I objected, thinking that this was getting out of hand.
"Silence!" she ordered. "You are not to speak unless spoken to. You will answer directly and append the word 'ma'am' to your answer. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am," I answered as seaman Miller fastened a zip tie around my wrists. It was at that moment that I realized I was in much more trouble than I imagined possible.
"Clean him up, Miller" the ensign ordered, tossing her my towel, "and use that cord you have to secure the prisoner."
"Yes ma'am," Miller answered with more enthusiasm than I thought the situation warranted.
Miller knelt in front of me and took the head of my penis, which still had semen dripping from it, into her mouth. She pretended to dry me with the towel, but we all knew what was really going on.
An unfortunate side affect of intense stimulation of the glans after orgasm is an uncontrollable urge to urinate. Miller's practiced tongue fell under the category of intense stimulation. The resulting jet of piss sputtered out of her mouth and, upon her release of my cock, all down the front of her dungarees.
"Nice going, Miller," the Ensign said dryly. "Tie the cord."
Miller didn't look angry when tied the cord around my cock and balls. Her face was flush and she appeared to be turned on. The way she was fondling me with that rope was starting to turn me on, too. It surprised me that she so readily complied with the Ensign's orders. Clearly what was going on was not normal, but I was in no position to argue as Miller finished tying my leash around my genitals.
"Can we stop by the barracks so I can change?" Miller asked hopefully.
"I suppose," the Ensign replied. "It's on the way." Miller brightened and hung my towel back on the hook.
They turned to leave and it occurred to me that the towel would be a very useful accessory given my current state of undress. "Ma'am?" I asked taking a step forward. WHACK! Echoed off the shower walls as the Ensign smacked me squarely across the face.
"I did not give you permission to speak," she said coldly. "Let's go," she said to Miller.
We made our way down the hall, down two flights of stairs to the first floor. We made it to the lounge where there were a few people watching TV. I didn't see anyone I knew, but a chorus of hoots erupted as they noticed me, naked as a jaybird, being led around by my cock.
"Next person to make a sound ends up in the same situation," the Ensign said icily. Instant silence.
We left to walk down the street to the female barracks. At least the weather was nice. It was probably in the lower eighties with a gentle breeze. I trailed behind Seaman Apprentice Miller, careful not to maintain plenty of slack in the lead. Miller had a cute face, as I'd already mentioned, and a pear-shaped figure not altogether unattractive. If her figure had been a little more balanced on top, she would be pretty hot, I thought. Still, her butt didn't look bad in those Navy dungarees. Very few women looked good in Navy dungarees. Thinking along these lines, plus a combination of the gentle breeze and my unfettered genitals, the cord notwithstanding, made my cock spring to life. And that life added synergy to my arousal so that, by the time we arrived at the female barracks, my cock was painfully erect.
"Take your time," the Ensign said to Miller as we entered the female barracks. It was a carbon copy of the male barracks. The entrance opened to a large lounge where residents could lounge, play games, and watch television. Miller handed my leash to the Ensign and went up the stairwell.
"Did you bring us a toy, Ensign Taylor?" said a tall slender girl wearing a revealing tank top and skimpy nylon gym shorts. The tank top revealed that her breasts were not large, but pert, and that she was not wearing a bra. Several other girls turned to gawk at me.
"Nothing that happens here leaves this room," Ensign Taylor said, implicitly granting them permission to do what? Before my imagination had time to kick in, the thin girl had my leash and introduced herself as Sabrina.
"Gather 'round, girls, we're gonna have a party," Sabrina said. "Come here, sailor," she said giving my leash a gentle tug. "Time for inspection."
"He's already standing at attention," another petite girl with dark black skin said.
"Hey Bender," Sabrina called to a freckle-faced, red-haired girl, "Come see what a real cock looks like." A couple other girls gave Bender an encouraging nudge as they made their way over to me. Sabrina knelt in front of me and gave my cock a squeeze. "Nice," she said to no one in particular. She grabbed Bender's arm and directed her to fondle me. As she did so, several approving calls of "go Bender" rang out in encouragement.
It was apparent that Bender had a reputation as the timid virgin who'd never seen a cock before, but she seemed to have good instincts. She stroked my cock gently at first, then more firmly before popping the tip of my cock in her mouth whereupon a chorus of approval sounded.
"Save some for the rest of us," said another girl with dishwater blonde hair after Bender had sucked my cock quite expertly for some time. Bender relinquished my dick and the blonde girl took over.
I was never into blowjobs that much. It was never something I pursued. I wanted to shoot my cum where it counted, deep inside some hot pussy. But standing buck naked with a bunch of girls in front of me taking turns sucking my cock made me rethink my priorities. And blondie knew what she was doing. I could feel the head of my cock penetrating her gullet and it was heavenly.
"My turn," Sabrina said after blondie had had her time. "I want that cock where it counts, she announced. She stripped off the tank top and thumbed the shorts off and bent over a nearby sofa. "Make me cum, or you'll pay," she ordered me.
The reality of my situation, being naked and sexually objectified under the supervision of a Naval Officer, only briefly gave me pause. Sabrina, despite her lithe figure, or perhaps because of it, had a very enticing ass and a pussy visibly dripping wet. I plunged my cock to the hilt into her pussy. After all I'd been through, I wasn't sure how long I could hold out. I hoped that she was as close to an orgasm as her dripping pussy seemed to indicate. The other girls stood around watching my cock impale Sabrina's cunt. When the blonde girl leaned over and gave Sabrina's ass a lick, I lost it. I couldn't recall a time when I'd had a more intense orgasm. I filled Sabrina's cunt to overflowing as I felt her hips buck in the throes of orgasm.
Afterwards, blondie began sucking the cum out of Sabrina's cunt. She had lost her cutoff shorts and was fingering herself furiously.
Bender was back in front of me and was about to take my cock in her mouth again when Ensign Taylor warned her about what happened to Miller earlier. Bender, undeterred, sucked in earnest. Even though my cock had softened considerably, it was still firm enough for her to work magic with her mouth and tongue. Like before, however, too much stimulation of the glans made me spurt pee, but Bender was ready for it. She swallowed. She licked again and swallowed, until at last the dam burst and a steady torrent of piss emerged from my bladder. Bender loved it, aiming the stream all over her face and hair, soaking her tits, which were now visible since she'd basically ripped open her blouse and pulled her bra off. It was amazing. All of the girls seemed to think so too.
