Honor Code / Conclusion

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Honor Code
Conclusion
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>

Returning to Red Mountain the last day of Spring Break, Jake, Todd and I were muted to say the least. We all were deep in thought for most of the trip, me about finishing up my senior year towards graduation, planning for the next year for college. Jake slept and we talked some about us, how our relationship would be at Red Mountain for the rest of the school year.

Todd seemed pensive, I was sure over a big decision he still had to make about whether not so much to finish his current year, but to continue on at Red Mountain after summer vacation. Dad would help his new son with that. We arrived at Red Mountain that evening and right away something felt odd or different.

As I walked into my dormitory prepared to re-assume command of my boys, the air just felt tense. I had left one of my third years in charge, Steven Jacobs. Jacobs was technically a very good cadet on the one hand, but on the other got on everyone's nerves with his Christian religion.

Whereas Red Mountain officially promoted diversity, there were undertones of controversy at the cadet level about it which allowed guys like Jacobs to try and push their beliefs off on others. Mostly it was just what we liked to call Christian trash talk.

The only problem I had with religion was the danger of hypocrisy. If you say you are or believe one thing and then do something quite differently counter to your publicly stated beliefs, that simply does not cut it with me. I had always been skeptical of Jacobs in that manner, but as long as he behaved as a cadet, I had no problem with it.

I chose Steven to keep an eye on things because he was going to be on campus over spring break, was flawless militarily otherwise and Commandant Richards favored him to take my place after graduation, fine then.

"How'd things go Jacobs, no problems I trust?" I said encountering him in the hallway just outside of my room, him and several others of his age group.

"I'll see you guys later," he said to the others effectively dismissing them and looked at me, "We need to talk," he said in his thinly disguised southern accent.

I took Jacobs into my room and closed the door, "What's up?" I asked.

"I had a run-in with Dave Carter," he said looking concerned.

Dave was a junior, same year as Jacobs, "What over?"

"He flipped me some shit, disrespect. I told him I was going to report him to you for it. He said I was chicken shit and should deal with it myself."

I was not entirely surprised. Dave could be a handful. I had him over my knee a couple times in the past school year,

"What did you do?" expecting some kind of lighthearted response.

"I paddled him," he said. Officially, Jacobs was not supposed to use corporal punishment as my stand-in. Only a senior cadet can spank, strap or paddle.

"Did he agree to it?" I asked.

"Sure he did. He didn't want to get in trouble with you, but I thought I better tell you."

Knowing Jacobs as I did, it wouldn't hurt if I flipped him some shit as well just then, "Thanks for telling me and next time, no paddling, you're not supposed to without me being there. So, did you jack off afterwards?"

He looked a bit offended, "We're not all like you Baker. Masturbation is a sin in the eyes of the Lord, so is homosexuality," he said.

I smiled nonetheless at his ignorance, "Whatever you say, Jacobs," and ended the conversation.

When I talked to Dave Carter later, he laughed, "Yea, he paddled me. His dick was hard the whole time. I think he beat off after I left his room."

"How do you know?" I asked feeling a bit put off.

"Oh, I didn't close his bedroom door quite all the way and he had his pants down really fast and stared to beat off. I watched him through the crack."

I chuckled, "That's not what he told me."

"Yea, well, Jacobs is fucking hypocrite. Just ask around," Dave said, maybe just out of spite.

Seniors like Jake and I were super busy. We had hardly time to say hello to each other through the following days, but finally about two weeks later, because we were seniors, we got passes to go to the town just down the road for most of the evening.

There was this sleazy motel on the other side of it. We could rent a room for six hours, make out and have some sexy fun together. When we got close to the motel suddenly we spied Steven Jacobs.

"What the hell?" Jake said and I nodded. He was not supposed to be in town, not at all.

"Who is that with him?" I asked.

It was another boy, but seemingly not a Red Mountain cadet. In fact, my wager was that it was one of the young townies that hung out. We followed at a safe distance. They walked quickly way past the motel and then down an alleyway.

We followed down the alley which ended in a small rectangular cul-de-sac, just around the corner and safely hid behind a dumpster. What followed stunned both of us.

"OK man, what's it going to be this time?" the strange boy asked Jacobs.

"Just like last time. I'll take down my pants and shorts, you use your belt and give me a whipping and then fuck me up the ass."

"Fifty bucks," the boy said. I looked at Jake wide-eyed.

"That's too much. I have twenty," Jacobs replied, "Fine!" the boy gave in.

My heart was pounding hard as it started, the sounds of leather crashing into bare ass. Steven Jacobs had just paid to get a whipping from this boy, not to mention to have sex!

We waited until the sounds of sex reached our ears and then walked right in on them. The boy's big hard cock was buried deeply inside of Jacobs hot little ass and seeing us, the guy pulled right out, "What the fuck?" and then took off running.

Jacobs saw us, groaned loudly and then turned away from us in abject shame leaning up against the dirty brick wall for a few long moments.

I glared at him, "Homosexuality is a sin? You fucking hypocrite. Did you jack off after you paddled Carter?"

He looked at us, red faced, "Yes," was all he quietly said. Jake and I marched Jacobs back to school, our evening together totally ruined.

I was beside myself with anger. I could overlook a guy sneaking into town, maybe spank him and let it go, but I would not overlook his self-righteous hypocritical religious bullshit about sexuality. He was getting sex with other males, had been all year long, paying a prostitute for it several times.

I made Jacobs stand up at stiff attention in my room, eyes ahead, as I paced and paced in front of him,

"I should turn your ass into the Commandant. You know he'll call your father. You know you're going to have to tell him what you did and what you are!" I said sternly as I paced.

"Yes sir," Jacobs said with a trembling voice. He was trembling all over actually.

I looked at Jake. I knew by the expression on his face what he was thinking. He was thinking about our Dad. It felt really good to know that Jake was a part of our family and the thought that we shared dad now calmed me down. Dad would not let himself get all riled up. He would be calm and reasoning as I should now be.

"If you had caught Lightman (Jake) or me like that, would you not hesitate to turn us in to Richards?"

"Yes, I would," he admitted.

"Would you not love to see me and Jake back over the horse in the gym in front of the whole school?"

"Yes, I would," he said even quieter.

"Then, I'll bet you would go back to your room and masturbate yourself over it."

He hesitated, "Yes, I would," sounding pretty defeated.

"At least you're honest with me," I said stopping in front of him, "You're not a bad guy Jacobs, not really. I don't buy your religious bullcrap, but that's your thing. I suppose you're trying to live up to your beliefs by preaching it to others, I get that. I don't get you debasing your own beliefs by your real behavior."

"Neither do I," he said softly.

I looked at Jake, "This is a bitch. What should I do?" I asked him.

"I say you and him take care of this together, very severe punishment. I'll witness whatever you decide and support you Greg."

"Don't turn him in?"

"No. He deserves a second chance just like all of us do," Jake said and that is just what dad would have said as well.

"Would you have given Lightman and I a second chance like this Jacobs?" I said fixing his eyes with mine.

He bit his lips, his face turned red, "No," he said his face crumbing a bit and looked away from me in shame. At least he was honest.

"Maybe you wouldn't but I'm going to give you a second chance. This will never reach any other ears Jacobs, but I'm warning you, I am going to punish your ass and punish it damn hard and damn long and enjoy every second of it."

He swallowed, "Thank you Baker, I'm grateful, very grateful," he said with a sincere but nonetheless worried expression.

"We'll see how grateful you are after I turn your butt to hamburger or worse."

Naturally, what I proposed to do to Steven Jacobs was not really legal per se, it was just done now and again between agreeable Red Mountain boys since ages past.

I made, we made Jacobs wait a full 48 hours. He could change his mind and turn himself into the Commandant's office with all the risks thereof if he wanted. It gave me time to cool off and think and plan, Jake at my side. He did not change his mind.

At the appointed time, after lights out in the dormitories, Jake and I marched Steven Jacobs to the gymnasium. As a senior, I had access to the weight room 24/7 through a side door meaning I had access to the entire gym.

I had my paddle and my strap as well as a hairbrush. I was going to improvise Jacob's punishment. I was sure he had no idea the hell, physical and mental that I was going to put him through, not even Jake did.

We headed for the wrestling room. It was isolated from the rest of the main gym and the door could be locked. Once inside, I felt powerful and feral. I had us all walk over in loose sweats, nothing on underneath, just like for punishment at home.

I pulled up a chair, "Strip naked and stand between my knees Jacobs, hands on your head," and I sat down. Jake stood by with everything I had brought with me, things not at all related to ass beating.

He positioned his naked body. His cock was soft, good,

"You can say anything you want, including cursing. You will not fight me. If you leave this room before I am done with you, I will go directly to the Commandant and report to him all that you have done. Mr. Lightman will back me up and say none of this happened and I will make sure that boy in the alleyway is paid good money to tell him and your father what you did with him and others outside of school, are we clear Jacobs?"

"Yes sir," he said looking like he might shit himself.

"It would seem that a certain CHRISTIAN boy is a hypocrite, is that right Jacobs?" I said and then started to play with his cock in front and fingered him in back.

"Yes SIR!" he said loudly and I noticed the expression on his face changed as he could not prevent his cock from fully erecting.

"Lube," I said to Jake and he handed it to me.

I lubed up Jacob's hardening cock as well as around his butthole, "And what should happen to bad little Christian hypocrites?" and then jammed a finger up inside of Jacob's butthole.

He winced but a little as I masturbated him, "They should be punished," he said.

"Is this punishment?" I asked him as the closer he got to coming, the more serene his face became.

"No sirrr!" he blurted as he orgasmed and shot his load into my hand.

"Clean my hand!" I said and held it up to him. He licked it clean and I noticed as he did, that his cock stayed erect.

"Now lay across my knees," I said and as he did, I asked for and received my hairbrush, "Time for some punishment or will it really be punishment and not also pleasure, hey Jacobs?" I asked rhetorically.

I wrapped my arm around his slender waist and looked down on his hot ass cheeks, cheeks that I admit that I had wanted to ravage several times during this past year. Now was my chance. I started to paddle him, hard and without mercy,

"You keep your position Jacobs!" I warned him. He did but soon start to whimper and squirm,

"Do you need this paddling?" I asked him.

"Yes sir!" he said but higher pitched. His butt cheeks were getting beet red in a hurry.

I started to masturbate him again. He got hard as I worked on his penis and then called Jake over, "Jack him off as I paddle his rear. You better cut loose again Jacobs or I'll never stop paddling you!" I warned him.

Jake smiled as he kneeled and grasped Steven Jacob's penis and then I started to wail on him again. Jacobs could not move as Jake had control of his body through his cock.

"Oh sir!" Jacobs wailed and I looked at Jake. He nodded. Jacobs was about to cum again. I blistered him in a flurry of hard swats until I saw his face crumble into submission to his orgasm and his body shuddered all over.

I stopped the paddling and waited as Jacobs spooged Jake's hand,

"Clean off Lightman's hand, Jacobs you little sexy ass fucker," I taunted him.

Jake held his creamed hand in front of Jacob's mouth and he greedily licked it off.

I stood Jacobs up, put two chairs back to back and made him lay over the center, knees on the back chair seat. I got my paddle ready, the big one.

"You will now ask me for paddle licks, twenty of them Jacobs," and observed the pained expression already on his face for the very "administrative" similar amount of licks that he had observed me, Jake and Todd take not that long ago.

"Please sir, may I have a paddle swat!" he finally asked. I wound up and blistered his ass hard. He howled.

We went on like this, the first five and then up to ten swats. His ass was looking pretty beaten by now, but I continued. He howled and bawled through the next five, blubbering out the count and surprisingly not losing position. His cock was soft by now, so I stopped and started to masturbate on him again,

"You like my hand on your cock Jacobs?"

"Yessssirr!" he said and then blubbered more. His cock was getting hard again,

"Do you need a cock jammed up your sorry ass hole, boy?" I got more aggressive.

He hesitated and then said it, "Yessirrr!" he admitted.

"You may get your wish, now finish your swats," I instructed.

I didn't slam my paddle into his ass quite as hard, but they looked to hurt plenty. I let Jacobs stay in place and asked Jake for my belt. I had but one use for it,

"Put your hands back and spread your cheeks Jacobs, you are getting a whipping over your butthole,"

"Please don't sir!" he begged me right away.

"Do it!!" I nearly just screamed at him. He did it, spread his cheeks way wide. It was hot to see it!

I doubled up the belt and started to give him cuts to his hole, not hard, but hard enough to make a very painful impression as he howled and bawled, but didn't move his hands. I blistered his hole, nice and red and a little swollen before I stopped and relieved him of his task.

The room was sweltering now. I was sweating. Jacobs was sweating, even Jake and he was just watching, pawing at his arousal. I had not even noticed how hard my cock was until then.

I kept my fist on Jacob's penis and gently stroked it. His face softened in reflection of my attention and now I had to decide if I wanted to masturbate Jacobs again, draining him of any sexual energy or at least rob him of most of it before I gave him my final demand. He had performed well, so I did not and proceeded,

"It's time Jacobs, time to beg me to fuck your whipped ass," and then waited trying to guess what he would say, do.

He looked at me, his eyes kind of begging me to not answer, but he knew he had to. Face red and wet, forehead furrowed he looked at me actually kind of wildly,

"Please sir, please fuck my whipped cadet ass!!" and the little whore even pointed his ravaged ass up for easy entry.

I growled and shoving down my sweats, kicked them aside. I looked at Jake and his eyes were big and his hand working his bulge twice as hard now. I picked up the lube, squirted some kind of sloppily onto Jacob's red and swollen hole and then some on my erection. I lined Jacobs up and shoved it in, all the way.

Jacobs howled, but did not move. I grabbed his dick and masturbated him and along with my piston thrusts, forced him to cum at the same time as I did planting my semen deep inside the religiously inclined boy. Jake jacked off at the same time as well and then there was dead silence in the room for several very long moments save three heaving sweating cadets.

Shortly after, Jake and I passionately kissed in the shower hot running shower water as Steven Jacobs just stood, hands on the tiles in front of his shower head, glancing over at us. His ass was hamburger and I noticed he pushed it out so it was not in direct contact of the hot stream.

I was unsure if my kissing Jake was offensive to Jacobs and didn't care; but when we finally parted our lip lock, I looked over at him, "Care to kiss a boy?"

Jake mumbled, "Yea, whatever," so that I only could hear his understandable skepticism.

To my surprise, to Jakes and probably to himself, Steven Jacobs stood up, came over to me, put his arm around my waist, "OK, I'll try it."

I put my lips on his and he quickly opened his mouth and let my tongue in. He had obviously done this before. We kissed a moment, then he kissed Jake in the same way and then walked back over to his own shower, "Thanks," he said with a smirky smile.

Needless to say, we heard nothing more about religion from Steven Jacobs. In the weeks ahead, he actually let his hair down and became much more one of the boys than he had been all year.

* * * * * * * * * *

Weeks later, graduation felt great and was fun as well as a huge relief. I had survived and now was surrounded by adoring family and friends. Jake and I received our diplomas, a firm handshake and "well done" from a smiling Commandant Richards and officially I, we, were done with Red Mountain forever.

I bid my squad farewell. Just before my departure, they all bared their butts, bent over and offered me one final paddle swat for each of them. Steven Jacobs was at the end of the long line. He politely asked for two swats and then afterwards not only shook my hand, but also hugged both Jake and I. I had no worries that he would not be a great leader in coming years.

As for Todd Pendergrast, now Todd Baker, he ended up staying on at Red Mountain and thrived. Jake and I would remain lovers and partners for, well, as long as life would allow and it did allow a lot.

My experiences at Red Mountain Military Academy never left me, especially the concept of an honor code. What I learned from that code was to be first and foremost true to yourself, honor yourself and then honor your family. After that, there can be few regrets and life will be worth the living.

The End

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