As they lay in their own shit unable to move there came a shadow at the door.
Sarge one questioned?
You got that right maggot.
As he stepped over the threshold the spell took him over. But not like his men. Sure he got fat but not quickly like they did. He became infatuated with the men and lusted after each and every one of them. The sarge always thought of the recruits as his boys and now they were and he had to clean them up.
Starting with the one closest to him he started licking and sucking the shit around him. Sucking in every ounce till the boy was clean as a whistle.
Moving on to the next one he did the same.
It took hours to clean all his boys up but now their smooth glistening bodies were ready to roll out. The sarge called his fellow Sargents and they pulled up with some heavily armored vehicles. They each were taken by the spell as they entered and picked themselves a boy loaded him onto the hummer and headed to secret locations not known by any of the other sargents.
They kept their boys healthy and clean.