Anton awoke with a raging hard-on, the need to pee undermined by the need to get off. Damon stirred. He was rubbing his eyes to see the covers kicked down and his dad fondling himself. A new day would bring a new sexual lesson. He would learn to suck his father’s cock.
Anton encouraged his son to squat between his legs and take him in his mouth while masturbating the base of his cock. Adjustments were made to the technique, The boy gagged and choked, almost puked when he ventured to take more length. His dad encouraged him to slow down and enjoy the experience. He told him to find his own comfort level, that it wasn’t the depth that mattered, it was how he performed on what he could handle. His fist smacked his mouth until he got that rhythm in check, his teeth grazed but quickly rectified every time his dad flinched. With a little practice he even learned to gently take a thick testicle in his mouth and roll his tongue around it. Overall, Damon was a quick learner and adapted well to his latest role of surrogate wife, even letting his mouth fill with the bitter fluid and swallowing it, something Anton’s wife would never allow.
* * *
Anton believed in absolute discipline within the rank and file. Boys teased and fought each other, it was a hazard of housing so many in such close confines over the long period of summer. Year after year during their adolescents when they should have been enjoying the summer break like other children, they attended the academy. Many were peasant boys. Their parents would enrolling them in the government funded military training for no other reason than a three-month reprieve from the financial burden of raising teenage boys. Others were misfits, sentenced by the courts to attend the academies in hopes of rehabilitating them, and then others were children of staunch military men believing the program would groom their boys to follow in the legacy of older family members.
Whatever discipline Anton managed to instill during his three-months of custody was erased by the nine-months that the boys were at home. Old habits quickly resurfaced in many which meant that the breaking of their spirit was necessary all over again. The older they got; the more difficult they became to manage.That was natural, however, the young rookies were coming in with even greater, but less than ideal attitudes. Anton chalked it up to modern times; lazy kids playing video games all day and night; plenty of junk food in the pantry; women’s lib diminishing the role of the stay-at-home mom’s influence; and, what had been the watchful eye of neighbors watching over not only their own brood, but those of others and not being afraid to institute capitol punishment when it was deserved regardless of who owned the insolent boy. Schools, where one-third of a boy’s life was spent, were forbidden from using the strap any longer, a good painful hauling to the principal's office by the ear, --all suddenly powerless to control their student body for fear of assault charges.
Even the military-reared boys lacked discipline. Their fathers were often away a great deal of the time when they deserved a good beating for rudeness towards mom or any other adult for that matter. Anton would never have to worry about his Damon becoming out of control because the boy knew full well that the thick leather belt around his father’s waist served a dual purpose and seldom did he ever have to use it.
Anton was at his wits end at the close of the previous summer semester. He had a very proud record to uphold of a top-notch platoon but he saw himself losing ground. The boys were constantly beating on each other. According to the reports of the night guardians he read every morning, it wasn’t, as he thought, the select few bully’s that he was quick to determine would be problematic. It was sometimes unfathomable to think that a certain child would simply attack another boy regardless of age or size. There were no two ways about it; there was increased animosity brewing within the ranks and the new semester would be no different with most of last years cadets returning for another stint.
Privileges were revoked, --no television or movie night, no snacks after dinner, even latrine duty seemed not to have an impact on behavioural deterrents. Anton had no scruples instilling capitol punishment, his belt over a bare-assed boy bent over his desk with their legs spread very wide did nothing but excite him, pink holes winking at him, dangling testicles and penis.
Anton had never had such perverted notions before. Never had he had such evil thoughts about fishing out his hard cock and planting it deep in a boy’s pink, chewed bubblegum-like rectum; or, alternatively, looking down at them on their knees slipping their lips over his leaking cockhead. He resisted the temptation almost daily. Nevertheless, he took pleasure in carrying out the disciplinary measures.
That day after belting two boys, Anton called Boris into his office to orally take care of his erection. Afterwards, he sat the young man down to discuss the growing disciplinary problem within the academy.
“Nothing is working, Boris. The boys have no fear of punishment anymore. They seem to be getting greater enjoyment beating each other knowing the certain consequences of it. Where am I going wrong suddenly after all these years?”
Anton wasn’t looking to Boris for answers, he was simply venting his frustrations fearing he was on the verge of losing his reputation among his peers of running one of the finest academies in the country.
“If I may speak off the record, Sir?”
“Yes, yes, by all means.”
“Times have changed very quickly regarding youth. They are now well above their age in intellect, . . . add two years to their age nowadays. Giving them the belt holds no merit of punishment any more. Matter of fact, they wear the marks as a badge of honor showing their sore asses to others with pride. They’re mocking the system, Sir.”
“Interesting perspective, Boris. But I already know that kids are becoming more insolent. It’s how to counter it.” Anton said, throwing his arms in the air in frustration.
“If I may, Sir. I spent my youth at an all-boys school.” Boris hesitated before going on. “It was a boarding school, Sir. It was much the same as our academy except for the fact that over three-hundred boys were cooped up together in a very remote location for a full school year.”
“I’m all ears, Private Dolyniuk. I think you have a point to make?”
“We would sometimes have dances hosted at either our school or visited the girl’s academy nearby. These dances were heavily chaperoned, of course. The cadets became the perfect gentlemen. They were forbidden to dance too close, only arms around the girl’s back or neck was permitted, . . .if she was fond of you, that is.
There was a moral to the story that Anton knew Boris was skirting around so he bluntly asked, “So what’s your point, lad? That I should find a girl’s school and use that as a revoked privilege? --It might just work, at that!” Anton admitted, quite ambitious about the idea.
“Sssir, some of the boys used to go back to the dormitory . . . well, extremely horny, Sir. They didn’t care how they got off, as long as they got off and many turned to each other for sexual gratification. And it wasn’t only after being teased by girls, . . .it was a very common pastime. Gay was not in their vocabulary, it was simply a way to the means, . . . if you get my meaning.”
Shocked senseless, Anton sat up in his chair. “You mean the whole school of boys had sex with one another?”
“I can’t attest that all the boys were into it, but I can say that a good many were. They would use the vulnerable younger boys for sexual pleasure, mostly blowjobs but, I knew a few who engaged in anal sex. I was one of the younger boys available anytime to a select few. There were many of us who were protected from the many bullies for services rendered.”
Anton was by then aghast, but intrigued, at what the young man divulged. “Go on, I’m sure you have a point to all this, corporal? “
“Sir, the school’s administration turned a blind eye to the sexual activity. Even when boys ratted and made claims of impropriety, they were dismissed and their accusations never investigated. They were beaten severely and raped all the more after that. One learned to keep his mouth shut no matter what was done to him or others.”
Anton was confused, “So how does that relate to our academy, Boris?” he asked, rarely using the young man’s first name unless in intimacy; off the record constituted intimacy.
“Sir, the reason the school ignored the activity was because the boys seldom fought each other, . . . a certain harmony was reached. Not only the younger boy’s were used, --older boys, room mates, were getting it on and, if you can believe it, frequent orgies took place involving many boys, usually in the showers where night time adult supervisors never ventured.”
“I’m flabbergasted to say the least, Boris! Do go on.” Anton’s cock was stirring despite the young man having serviced him not all that long before.
Boris took a deep breath, he leaned over the desk, stared his superior in the eye, and said with confidence, “Sir, I think we can implement that same culture here at the 131st military academy and reduce our disciplinary problems.”
Anton was all ears, intrigued by the young homosexual. “Now how would we go about doing that, private?”
“Since we are off the record, Sir, . . . and I trust you. I know of a few older boys here who are having sex with each other. During evening leisure time, the latrine is the main meeting place. The toilet stalls are the only real privacy on camp. --I was one of them once, Sir, --a cadet here as you know. I know what goes on hasn’t changed over the years. I watch them from a distance going into the latrine for sex. It’s the best kept secret on base, Sir.”
Anton was wide eyed, taken aback. Homosexuaility was practised on his base? Impossible! However, Boris was trustworthy. He would have no reason to make up such nonsense.
“Carry on Private Dolyniuk.”
“Sir, the older boys can be instrumental, if not eager, to show the younger cadets . . . bully survival tactics, and to be blunt, Sir, if not downright raping them into compliance, Sir.”
Anton’s hand cupped his chin in deep thought as he considered what was being presented to him. He weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Definitely, the pros far exceeding the cons. The molestation of his own son was a good example. Damon was even younger than the boys of the academy.
With his erection at full throttle, he asked Boris, “Are you certain you can pull this off without repercussions?”
“Yes, Sir, I am confident of it. We will have a harmonious platoon before long if you give me absolute control over making it happen. I will keep you appraised of the progress.”
“Make it happen, Dolyniuk. We never had this conversation.
“No, Sir. What conversation, Sir?”
* * *
In bed with Damon that night, the boy’s virgin hole was on the agenda. Anton flipped his son over onto his stomach, placed a bunch of pillows under his tummy and commenced to lick the pink puckered hole. He hadn’t planned the event, it just happened. Damon’s cock grew hard in the palm of his father’s hand, the man’s fingers grasped it tightly and slowly massaged the length.
Damon was freaked out at first as to why his father would dare lick his bum-hole. However, it felt very nice once he got over the initial vulgarity, another sex education subject learned, although he hoped his dad would not be expecting the same in return.
Anton licked and sucked ass and jerked his son off. Once the boy was completely relaxed and at his mercy, he applied lube to his cock. Damon didn’t know what his father had in store for him but two inches forced into the unsuspecting boy was all that was needed to forge ahead until his pubic hair was pressed against the boy’s lower spine.
God, he never felt anything as warm and wonderful . He ignored Damon’s screams of pain. Anton knew it wouldn't be easy on the boy, nonetheless, he knew he would get used to it over time. The pillows had collapsed. Anton was on top of the boy and lost in oblivion fucking him. It was so tight, so hot inside his son’s tight ass. Anton lasted only a few minutes before he christened his son’s bowels with one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.
Damon was getting used to being crushed. The pain he had been experiencing was suddenly over with after his dad collapsed atop him. It was a great relief. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do that again, however, the idle cock up his bum felt okay as it deflated and finally slip out of his rectum. He crawled out from under his sleeping father, placed the man’s arm around his chest and went to sleep.
* * *
Damon woke up before his father the next morning. He reached under the covers disappointed to find the man flaccid. It didn’t stop him from exploring his dad’s junk and, to his amazement, it began to expand in his hand. His dad woke up, kicked down the covers and placing a hand on the back of his head guided his head lower but for only a few inches before Damon knew what was expected of him.
Anton was in his glory. He loved his cock sucked as all men did. Training his personal cock-sucker to his likes was the utopia. Damon did everything asked of him, or more to the point, exactly as instructed and never forgot a lesson.
* * *
At that exact time, Boris was cumming in thirteen year-old Fritz’s mouth. The boy was not too pleased about it. However his indiscretion of stealing chocolate bars from the academy store was a minor incident. But, in his case, it was a serious predicament that could send him back to juvenile jail. Under the circumstances, he smartly realized he had no choice but to submit when the man hauled him into a broom closet, his hard cock exposed, and gave him the ultimatum. The extremely handsome boy complied because, having been there once, he never wanted to go back to juvenile detention center again.
Boris was a master at getting boys into bed for sex. He read them well. He knew the vulnerable ones from the more challenging inhabitants, In his two year tenure, he had had more boys than he could count. Now that he had his commanding officer's blessing, he no longer worried about ‘conduct unbecoming’ and exploited the new situation to his advantage. The bossman had shown his weakness to Boris that one day, may or may not, come back to haunt his superior officer. But for now he was free to hit on boys without repercussions because his CO would cover up any wrongdoings.
* * *
For Anton, fucking his son became a nightly activity. This was followed by a morning blowjob. Damon was quickly learning his place and was beginning to, at least, get used to his father’s cock up his bum. It was always painful at first, but he tolerated it because he loved the attention.
* * *
It was at a military soiree at a generals house that Anton met a fellow camp commander, Philippe Kowalski. Philippe was in charge of the largest cadet camp in the country, 1,200 boys.The commander had a reputation for producing well trained cadets sought after by military recruiters.
Anton found himself alone walking leisurely with the infamous man around the vast garden, both admiring the plants and flowers, and both somewhat inebriated. They sat at a bench, cocktails in hand.
“Do tell me? Philippe;” he dared ask, “What is your secret bringing boys through the ranks year after year until the motherland takes many of them off your hands for officer training?”
Philippe took a sip of his vodka, stretched out and remained quiet for several moments before replying, “Boys are like play-dough, Anton. You can mold them into anything you want.” he paused a short while, and said, “They are all horny little fuckers.” frustratingly, he paused again looking up at the stars pointing out Venus and other astrology symbols.
Anton became impatient and pressed the man sitting to his left. “Yes, my boys are certainly that.” he laughed “They jerk off whenever given the chance.” Anton laughed and paused before dare saying, “Like the unwritten military code of conduct, --free to do it in public, just don’t get caught!”
Philippe laughed a laugh that Anton found belittling. “Ah, . . .Anton, you are so naive. Boys are hornier than that.” he looked Anton in the eye and said, “They can be taught other ways to get their rocks off together.”
Anton was perplexed, he heard the man clearly, but needed clarification of exactly what he was implying. “Meaning what?”
“Meaning that boys who play together stay together. Less dissension in the ranks, comrade, Anton. Boys need to be taught early in life that women aren’t the only means of sexual gratification.” he paused, smiled and continued, “My cadets learn to do without girls when they have no other choice.”
Anton was quick to the defensive, “Are you insinuating that homosexual activity should be encouraged?”
“Surely not encouraged as a lifestyle, comrade. Simply . . . a venting of male sexual needs, lets say, during times of female famine, like boot camp, . . . and later, a lonely military life cooped up with males for long periods of time. It only makes good sense, . . . don’t you agree, Comrade Anton?”
Anton wasn’t sure what he thought. He had never considered taking team building measures that far, why would he?. He promoted masturbation as did all camp administrators, but that was purely basic human need.
Homosexuality was clearly defined as intolerable according to written military code of ethics. He had personally expelled a few boys over the years caught engaged in such illicit activity. Philippe Kowalski only added fuel to what Boris claimed in his own experience at the private boys school he attended.
* * *
As fate would have it, Anton read a corporal’s rather long descriptive incident report the next morning after he and Philippe Kowalski had the off the record conversation. The timing could not have been more surreal.
Fourteen year-old Axel Walinski was the grandson of a five-star general. The boy excelled in every aspect of the academy’s curriculum, a shoe-in for transfer to the elite officer training academy. The paper work was already in progress having very little to do with his grandfather’s influence and based on his own merit. .Axel had one weakness, he liked sucking cock, many cocks at that. Evenings would find the boy sitting on a toilet in the latrine with other boys lined up waiting their turn for a blowjob. The entire platoon of boys knew about Axel’s perversion, however, it was kept quiet within the ranks.
A corporal assigned as night supervisor happened to notice his charges absence from leisure time of movie night. They seemed to be spending too much time in the loo, as Boris had admitted, but kept quiet about it. His curiosity got the better of him one night when, during a popular movie, eight boys were noticeably missing. When the young corporal walked in the washroom, six red-faced startled boys began to wash their hands and exit.
The cubicle door was closed, however six legs were seen, grey military issued sweat-shorts and white underwear gathered at their ankles. The corporal stood on the adjoining cubicle toilet and peered down at the scene of the cadet servicing two others, a hand around each cock masturbating them and orally delving over each with zest.
The three boys involved were held overnight in the brig; something Anton was not happy about. However a crime had been committed and protocol was followed, as well as, a military police investigation where the two other boys involved ratted-out young Axel’s vice. Other platoon boy’s were called forth admitting only heresy about what went on in the latrine most nights, of course, never admitting that they used his services and those of others.
Anton was faced with one hell of a predicament, a general’s grandson caught under less than reputable circumstances. Dishonorable discharge was the only option according to military rules. Anton dropped his head; how was he to handle the delicate situation, a five star general’s grandson caught sucking off other boys. Philippe and Boris’ words rang out in his mind, as well as the very possibility of the general’s wrath and military transfer from his beloved academy, and worse, away from his son, Damon.
to be continued . . .
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