Disclaimer: On account of a few disturbing e-mails, I would like to make the following statement: The author writing under the name "Reiner Bent" does not, in any way whatsoever, support any form of non-consensual sex between adults. Needless to say that I'm abhorred by any form of rape, child abuse, incest and the like. My stories are a mixture of real life and fiction and they should not be taken at face value...Enjoy!
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In my mid-twenties my career had reached a stalemate. I had failed as a businessman and there seemed to be nothing that I was good at. I couldn't make an honest living and I was extremely short of money. Thus, I came up with the idea of joining the Armed Forces. I had an uncle whose career in the Army was quite admirable and he worked as a role model for me.
In my first couple of days on the training camp I realized that this wasn't going to be an easy task. All the other cadets were much more athletic and virile than me. I had a hard time following the training program and I had become the laughing stock of my group.
Our instructor, Sergeant Robertson, was very strict. He was always accompanied by the Corporal, Mr. Jameson, and he used to carry a leather, riding whip. Naturally the guys had nicknamed him 'The Whip'. I had always wondered why he carried that with him since he wasn't allowed to use it according to Military Law. The Head of the Training School was Colonel Masterdon. He seemed to be a good man and I always thought that if something bad happened I could always rely on him. Soon I found out that things weren't exactly as they seemed to be. In fact, they were even worse than I thought.
The Sergeant was in the habit of inspecting us even when we were taking a shower after another long training day. He would stand in the middle of the shower room, so as to have a full view of all the men, and he would deliver one of his infamous speeches about how the Army would make us real men and the usual macho mambo-jumbo. I thought that it was inappropriate to inspect a bunch of naked men in the shower but I didn't share my opinion with anyone else. Being the worst of all cadets had made me unwilling to trust any of my 'comrades' even though we were all in the same boat.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed towards the dormitories. What I didn't notice was that the Sergeant and his lackey, the Corporal, had been following me. I went inside the dorm and noticed that it was completely empty. I was the only cadet in the room. Without having the time to realize what was going on, I heard a familiar voice:
"Attention!"
It was the Corporal's voice. He had entered the dorm along with the Sergeant. I stood at attention, half-naked, waiting to hear what they had to say.
"Mr. Taylor, once again you've finished last. All the cadets have already showered and are waiting for you in the Training Area", said the Sergeant in a frightening tone.
"I apologize, Sir, but I didn't hear anything from the loudspeaker", I uttered trying to apologize for my delay.
"How could you, since you've been showering for 20 minutes. Where do you think you are, at a spa or something?"
"I'm sorry, Sir, I assure you it won't happen again".
"Well, you are damn right it won't happen again. I will make sure of that!" he said clenching his fist around the whip.
"Take off your towel, cadet! Tonight you're going to learn the true meaning of military discipline!"
I was petrified. I couldn't move. I didn't want to disobey orders, even though they were quite unusual ones. I stood there, frozen...
"You heard the Sergeant, what are you waiting for?" the Corporal growled.
I withdrew the towel from my waist and neatly placed it on my bed. They both took a long good look at me, staring at me from head to toe. Back then I had a slender figure, unlike the other cadets, but I had a round, protruding butt.
"Take a step forward and then turn around!" the Sergeant ordered.
I obeyed. Now I was standing naked before them with my ass facing them. I was still standing at attention but that seemed to be disturbing the view for them.
"Spread your legs, cadet!" the Corporal said.
The Sergeant placed the whip on the back of my neck and began moving downwards. I felt it crossing over my spine and stopping just below the waist. Then, he moved it from my left cheek to the right and back stopping around my asshole. The whip sent chills up and down my spine. I felt it caressing my anal walls and then moving towards my balls.
"Take a step forward and kneel on the side of the bed!" the Sergeant yelled.
I followed his instructions, as if hypnotized, without thinking whether they were appropriate or not or if he had the right or the authority to give me such instructions.
"Now bend over the bed and place your hands on the back of your head!" he continued.
I felt like a prisoner. I was face down on the bed, my chest rested on the mattress and my ass was at their complete mercy. I was afraid. I wondered what was going to happen to me. The Sergeant answered all my unuttered questions.
"You're a disgrace to the Corp, Mr.! Always lagging behind, unable to complete the training program. Well, it's high time someone gave you a lesson. First, you'll receive the proper punishment for your unjustified delay and then we are going to make a man out of your sorry little ass!" the Sergeant said in a decisive manner.
I somehow thought it was fair to be punished for not following the schedule. I wasn't thinking straight. I thought he was going to give me a couple of thrusts with the whip in order to set an example and then he would let me go. Yet, I couldn't perceive what he meant by 'making a man out of my sorry, little ass'.
"I want you to stand still, cadet! If you clench or wiggle your butt, you will get extra strokes! The same goes if you moan or make any other sound. Is this clear?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir!" I shouted trying to appease my superior officer.
The Sergeant began delivering his punishment. First, he gave me a couple of soft ones in order to test his strength. I accepted the first thrusts bravely, thinking that it wasn't so hard to withstand after all. I regretted that thought right away. The Sergeant drove the whip behind his shoulder causing it to land with extreme force on my poor butt. Then came another and another and another. Tears started running down my cheeks, as I tried not to make a sound or move my behind. The beating continued relentlessly. My buttcheeks had turned red and they felt sore. After a few more thrusts, I emitted a little 'aw!' not being able to stand the tremendous pain he was causing me.
The Sergeant became infuriated. I was terrified. He had warned me not to say anything but I couldn't help it.
"Didn't I tell you not to utter any sound, whatsoever?" he shouted.
"Well, Sergeant, desperate situations call for desperate measures", the Corporal said smiling. He had been standing there all along, watching my ass getting a hard thrashing from his boss.
"You're absolutely right, Corporal. Put the towel in his mouth! If he can't stay silent on his own, we ought to help him out", the Sergeant said.
The Corporal shoved the towel in my mouth and pushed my head down. I felt even more imprisoned. I couldn't see what was going on, I couldn't speak and I couldn't resist. Meanwhile, the Sergeant had taken off his pants and his briefs. I couldn't see him but I heard him unzipping his pants. He had a long, thick cock with two nut-sized balls underneath it. He started masturbating at the sight of my bare, virgin butt. His dick soon reached its full length. He grabbed my defenseless ass with both hands spreading my cheeks apart and admiring my pink, wrinkled butthole.
"Look at that, Corporal. A nice, warm hole! And it's all mine!" he said grinning.
"I bet he's a virgin. Aren't you, you little bitch?" the Corporal asked.
I couldn't speak with the towel in my mouth, so I just moaned and tried to nod with my head so as to make them understand that they were absolutely right. I was a virgin and I was about to be violated by my superior officer. My attempts to plead for mercy had just the opposite effect. The Sergeant was now jerking off like a madman. The Corporal urged him to proceed to 'the main course'.
