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Private Donut is at the red base, tiding up. He enjoys cleaning the red base, only because it take his mind off 'other stuff'. And, hey, the rest of the red team doesn't mind, they liked not having to pick up after themselves.
"Oh, Grif" donut sighs to himself. he doesn't mind cleaning up after the team members, but when it came to Grif's 'magazines', well, it didn't help the cause. Hoping that the full body arousal will subside quickly, he put the magazines away.
After a few more minuets of cleaning, donut needed to use the restroom. along he went, bladder full of yellow liquid, to the only restroom on base. lord, did the other team members hated having only one bathroom. It took Donut forever to get ready in the morning.
"Oh, C'mon, Private! This is war here!" Sarge yells every morning when he needs to take a pit stop.
"But, Sarge! If I ever need to be hospitalized, or if I die, I need to look my best!"
A few more meters and a door separate Donut from an empty bladder. Everyone knows that the only true privacy on base is locking the bathroom door when going. It's unspoken code that you don't need to knock, just test the handle. If it's locked, the bathroom is occupied; If the bathroom door opens, it's un-occupied.
Donut turned the handle, hoping it would be unlocked, and it was. He swung the door open only to see Sarge emptying his bladder.
"Omigod!! S- Sarge- I- uh- I didn't mean to walk in on you- I -uh- just- I'm going to leave now.." Sarge has never seen Donut red before.
Donut forgot about his bladder that needed to be emptied, and left for his room, redder than a tomato.
In his room, he sat on his bed, shaking uncontrollably. He's never been this embarrassed before, and, let's be honest here, Donut's done some pretty stupid s**t.
If it were Simmons or Grif he walked in on, he wouldn't be so embarrassed. But it was SARGE! Sarge hated Donut. He criticized him every chance he got. Grif even noticed that Sarge was picking on Donut more than him.
A few more moments (er, a few hours)of self-composure, it was time for Donut to make supper. The other guys didn't mind Donut cooking, that's just one less chore for them.
He went out into the tiny kitchen that has only a small cupboard, a sink, a stove, a fridge, and just enough space to set up a card table when it was time to eat.
Slowly, Donut made supper, still shaking in fear. War didn't startle him as much as the thought of being bullied by Sarge.
Grif waked in at the smell of another "base-made" meal. He stops, mid-stroll, at the sight of Donut having a silent emotional breakdown. Normally, Grif wouldn't care, he's heartless. But this time it was different...
"hey, Donut," Grif was determined. He was gong to find out what was wrong.
"H- Hey Grif."
"Is, uh, something wrong?"
"No," Donut couldn't hide the fear in his voice.
"C'mon, buddy, you can tell me. Is it about Sarge? Is Sarge bothering you?"
Donut looked around for any witnesses, and poked his head out of all doorways checking for an eavesdropping Sarge. When the coast was clear, he looked Grif in the eye and nodded 'yes'.
Grif motioned for Donut to give him a much needed hug. Grif held the silently sobbing Donut, rubbing the small of his back in comfort. He looked down at the crying pink soldier, mid-hug, and thought 'Poor guy, he's so vulnerable. Maybe I could convince Simmons to talk to Sarge. I know I'm to chicken to do it.'
"Lemme finish supper tonight, okay?"
"unkay," The pink soldier moaned, cleaning the tears up with his forearm. As donut sat down, and as Grif stirred the noodles, Simmons walked into the kitchen to await his next meal.
"Hey, Dumbass"
"Hey, Kissass," Grif answered. As the maroon soldier took his seat, Grif said to him "I need you to talk to someone for me,"
"who?"
Grif looked to see if Donut was watching, and then mouthed the word "Sarge".
"Is he being mean again?" When they talked about Sarge with Donut in the room, they tried to make it vague, so Donut doesn't figure it out. Most of the time Donut thinks they're talking about someone on the blue team.
Grif paused, taking the time to dump the yellow powder into the drained noodles. As he was string the noodles to a cheesy mixture, he looked over at Simmons, and nodded 'yes'
Simmons huffed, taking the time to telepathically tell Sarge how much he hated him for this.
"Good afternoon, ladies." Sarge joked, walking in to eat.
Donut sat there, hands folded in his lap, staring at the intertwined fingers, trying to hold in the tears. 'oh, no' Donut thought to himself, 'god, please no. Just let my die in war. I don't care any more, kill me now, I don't even care if it's a painful death, just take me away from this war junkie! please, lord?'
As the Lord Donut believes in continues to ignore him, Sarge takes his seat. Donut looked up from his lap just long enough to take a quick peek at Sarge. Sarge saw Donut looking at him and smiled. Not the usual snarl that foreshadowed a deflated pride, a friendlier smile. A warm, inviting one. Donut unconsciously smiled back.
When Sarge saw the twitch that was really a smile, he winked at Donut, and put his index finger against his lips, which was the universal symbol for 'shh'.
Donut quickly understood what that meant: 'I won't tell them, if you won't'. Donut told Sarge he understood by giving him one of his big cheesy Donut smiles. Sarge replied with a father-like smile.
'maybe I should let up on the kid,' Sarge thought to himself.
"I- is the bathroom un-occupied?" donut asked the other soldiers.
"Donut," Grif began. "how many people are on the red team?"
"four,"
"And how many people are in the kitchen?"
"Oh! okay. I'm going to go to the bathroom" Donut left, some red showing in his cheeks. 'Lord, I'm so stupid. How come you won't let me die in war?' Donut asked his god silently, reaching the door.
Donut and his empty bladder reached the kitchen card table to eat Grif's cheesy noodles.
After about a few minuets of silent eating, which is taboo for the red base, everyone was finished with dishes in the sink, waiting for Donut to clean them.
When the dishes were cleaned, dried, and put away where they belonged, Donut went to finish cleaning the entire base. He loved cleaning when he was wearing his apron. It was yellow with white lace. Donut specifically ordered it yellow to remind him of his first true friend in Blood Gulch.
Lord, did Donut miss Sister. She was a sex addict just like Donut was. If it wasn't for sister, Donut's apron would be pink.
When it was time for bed, Donut did the last thing he does every night (well, at least everyone else thinks it is): he took a bunch of vitamins. But what everyone doesn't know, is that Donut has a diary. It hides under his mattress, waiting to know the day's events. Every night he makes an effort to put a page worth of memories down. This way, hundreds of years from know, the current generation can learn from the war in Blood Gulch.
He sat there, on his bed scribbling the day's events down, until he got to the embarrassing part of the day.
Except, now as he's recalling the day's events, it wasn't embarrassment that he was felling, it was something else....
It was lust.
Man, did Sarge have a member. Donut licked his lips slowly, the thought of taking in that long and thick Sarge arousing him.
'I don't care anymore,' Donut thought to himself. 'No matter how much sarge hates me, I will have him....in me'
Suddenly, the urge to write in his diary diminished, and all he could think about was how to seduce the aging Jarhead.
he forced himself to finish with his diary, and began plotting how he was going to have the man to himself.
'Come on, Franklin, think! What does Sarge like?' Donut thought to himself as he put the diary away.
'Okay, Franklin, Sarge likes war. Yeah, war and guns. And wrestling! Sarge said something about wrestling in high school.' Donut got into his bed, covering himself in the thin sheets they were forced to call a blanket. Inside the bed Donut continued to think. Suddenly, his thought processes stopped altogether. He ached all over, and the need to seduce himself was strong.
He reached down and calmed his nerves until he passed out, sweet ecstasy ringing in his body.
The next morning, Simmons was giving everyone a mandatory physical. Donut thought to himself 'Okay, Simmons is able to talk to Sarge freely. Maybe I could have Simmons put in a good word for me,'
"Donut! Time for your physical!" normally Donut would run and hide when it was physical time, so when Donut walked into Simmons room voluntarily, he knew immediately that something was wrong.
"Close the door, Donut, and sit down," Simmons thought that by not reacting differently he could not worry the rookie.
"yeah, yeah. 'get on the cot, take a deep breath, turn and cough'" Donut mimicked.
"alright, somethings up! you HATE physicals. what's going on?!"
The pink solder's face fell to the floor. turning pink, then red. "S- Simmons...I need you to do something for me" Donut paused, waiting for his team member to respond, with approval.
Slowly Simmons took in a deep breath, only to huff it out again. "Okay, Donut. What do you need me to do?"
"Ineeuputwirdin" Donut said quickly, face turning even redder.
"Donut, take a deep breath, calm down, say it again, but slowly."
Donut took a deep breath in, as he was told and said, calm as he can "Simmons, I need you to put in a good word for me,"
"I don't understand. A word? With who, and why?"
"for- er- with sarge."
"Donut, Why?"
"Because, I- er-" Donut paused. He knew he could tell Simmons anything, but his pride stopped him. "I like sarge." Donut said, emotionless.
"I'll see what I can do" Simmons replied, with a calming smile.
"Thanks, Simmons."
Simmons continued with the physical, and Donut left feeling slightly better.
"Oh! Donut, one more thing: tell Grif I need him, again." Simmons said as he raised his eyebrows in a way that said it wasn't about the physical.
'Why lord?' donut thought to himself. 'of all people, why me? and sarge? why? lord do you hate me? are you punishing me?'
"Simmons needs you," Donut said to the air as he passed Grif's room, as he's walking to his own.
'Yes! I'm about to get laid!' Grif thought to himself as he nonchalantly rushed to Simmons's room.
-Dear diary,
today in blood gulch I asked Simmons to put in a good word for me. Oh, I hope
this works. If not I'll have to use 'plan B'. Other than that, Simmons had his
bi-yearly physicals today, and I'm clean, as usual. But today, for some reason, the
blue team didn't fight, negotiate, surrender, or anything. ********, SARGE didn't even
pick up a ******** gun! How weird is that? Although I'm happy for Grif and Simmons,
I'm Kinda jealous. They have each other, but all I have is a crush on Sarge, and
only because I walked in on him! I hope I get over this soon.
Till next day
+Franklin Delano Donut,
Petty Officer First class.-
To Be Continued...