Anton was no fool. He called General Walinski to relay the predicament. He couldn’t wait to have one up on the old man, telling him that his grandson was a cock sucker. He never liked the general much. He considered him a pompous idiot. Of course, the General was appalled, ranting and raving that Anton had made a grave error. He let the man vent for a long while.
“I could not agree more, Sir... Yes, perhaps just a phase, many boys go through… Yes, Sir, that’s what the military is for; making men out of them... , However, I feel the boy was bullied and humiliated by the two older cadets. I must commend young Axel’s integrity, Sir. He is refusing to incriminate his comrades: ... Yes, it’s already in progress, the incident needs to be swept under the carpet. I have already began the paperwork transfers of the two military policemen who investigated, as well as, the corporal who filed the original report... Yes, Sir, the two bullies are packing their belongings and their parents are on the way to collect them... No, Sir, you owe me nothing!” Anton lied through his teeth.
The general instructed Anton to send the transfer paperwork directly to him for immediate expedition and any other rank and file privy to the scandal. Anton saw the opportunity to rid himself of some undesirable officers assigned to the base even though they had nothing to do with or were even knowledgeable of the lurid affair. Those men were the ‘old guard’ he’d inherited when he took over the academy, and who would not be useful in the new direction Anton was going to take the institution..
Anton had all three boys released from the brig back into the general populace immediately and gave the corporal and two military policemen hell for incarcerating the boys overnight. Their crimes did not warrant that punishment, not even the boy, Axel Walinski, whom he ordered brought to his office deserved the brig.
Anton had noticed the boy over the last couple of years attending the academy. He stood out in leadership skills and other military virtues hence his pending honorable transfer to cadet officer training for the following year. Axel was a very handsome lad, well built, although, small for his age. Anton had a name for those small-fry overachievers, --pit bulls; however, the pit bull standing in front of him had a weakness after all, --bones, boy bones to be precise.
A red-faced Axel saluted his commanding officer with due diligence and took a seat before Anton’ desk. that the man was sitting on the edge of arms crossed and appearing somewhat stone-faced.
“We seem to have a very serious matter on our hands, Cadet Wolenski.”
Axel couldn’t look the man in the eye, he peered down at his feet and replied, “Yes, Ssssir.”
“I have already had a conversation with your grandfather.” Anton informed the kid who dropped his shoulders and gasped audibly. It was quite apparent that Alex feared the staunch old general who was, no doubt, his mentor. “Obviously, he is not pleased. He has instructed me to do whatever I have to do in accordance to military protocol in investigating this incident.”
Axel began to sob. He knew what fate awaited him. There would be a dishonorable discharge, and worse, disownment by his grandfather. The old man had never shown much intimacy with any family member, however, Axel knew for sure in his heart that the man had been proud of him. Now, however, he was never so scared and ashamed in his life.
Anton went on, “You have shown great potential here, Private Cadet Wolenski. The potential of becoming a great career military man following in the footsteps of your esteemed grandfather and, of course, your beloved father who gave his life for his country. I must take all that into consideration before issuing my verdict.” Anton fell silent in order to let the boy time to absorb the words, it was easy to see the confusion on Axel’s face; was he going to get a reprieve?
Axel fidgeted, his left foot squashed invisible insects, it seemed. Perhaps up-playing the mention of his father to earn favor, he said, “Thank you, Sir. --Yes, my father died a hero; my mother and I miss him terribly.”
Anton reached over and lifted the boy’s chin, “I can help you, Axel, if you help me by being perfectly honest answering my questions.”
“Anything, Sir!” the boy exclaimed, eyes bright with hope.
“Off the record, I have no issues with gays in the military. Have you always liked other boys, Axel?” he asked blatantly continuing to using)the boy’s first name in order to hopefully gain his trust and instill the idea that the conversation was unofficial. Anton could see the kid struggling with what he was inferring as to Axel’s sexuality.
“I don’t know, Sir. It wasn’t really until I came to the academy, I guess.”
“What do you mean, son?”
“Sir, it was during my rookie initiation month. My ... my unit hazings, Sir.”
A unit was comprised of ten cadets. They trained, ate, shit, and slept together in small, three wall dorm room of five bunk-beds. The many rooms were almost completely exposed from the hallway for supervision purposes.
Anton knew all about the hazings that went on during initiation month. The newbies were humiliated by seasoned cadets in order to test a newbie’s endurance level. Mostly, hazing practises involved nudity. Popular was an ice-cream pail handle tied to a rookies genitals with a string, legs spread wide. Units would band together and vie to see who would be the last rookie standing after tossing hockey pucks from a distance of ten feet into the pail. Many errant pucks struck thighs, groins and genitals, the boy stood with his hands tied behind his back helpless to deflect the hard rubber spheres. A rookie could earn great favor from his unit if he was the last to squat and release the bow-tied string of the weighted bucket.
As well, hazings included the makeup of beds and clean the dorm room or run errands all in the nude. Minor solo sexual acts like jerking off in front of his unit members was common, all of which instilled a boy’s self-confidence in losing his inhibitions and coping in an all-male lack of privacy environment, Of course, all of it was blind-eyed military condoned conduct.
What Axel revealed next almost caused Anton to fall off his desk. “There were two of us rookies in our unit. One night we were told to jerk each other off sitting face to face on the floor. We had a few days of doing that. Later, ... well, we were told to suck each other on a lower bunk.”
Anton had always taken pride in having a thumb on the pulse of his academy. He`d seen situations developing and curtailed them before they surfaced. Usually it was units fighting each other for supremacy. He instilled a sense of competition by kept them busy in sports and mock battle scenarios using paint-guns. The most disciplined unit earning extended TV night time curfew privileges. Nothing seemed to prevent the rivalry between unit corporals and their charges from going fist-to-cuffs in animosity.
Anton knew that the previous commander, and many of his era’s thinking associates, promoted hatred of the enemy even though the hatred was aimed within the same platoon units. Anton had curtailed that by randomly shuffling boys from unit to unit. Eventually a harmony was reached between the ranks, the unit corporals no longer having a stronghold of support over their unit members, yet they continued to battle each other. Through attrition of the older cadets graduating and moving on; younger, more disciplined cadets were promoted in charge of their unit. Anton fought his own subordinate offices who believed the old way was best. He would now have the last say and be rid of those officers, thanks to General Wolanski's nepotistic willingness to cover up his grandson’s sexual improprieties. Anton’s conclusion that bullies were responsible in degrading the general’s grandson was a calculated strategic plan that paid off handsomely. He was determined to meet his famous counterpart in having the best trained and disciplined cadets to his own credit.
Anton was suddenly taken from his daydreaming of the past and future, and forced to reckon with the present when Axel, head down in shame said, “I liked it. I didn’t mind doing that and the others saw it, I guess. I didn’t even know how I knew how to do that. Next thing I knew, they were lined up for a blowjob, Cadet Corporal Travinski was the first to have his way. I didn’t mind him using me, nor did I mind the other unit cadets, although my jaw was sore.”
“How many boys do you know of that engaging in sex with other boys?”
“I can’t say for sure, Sir. The ones that come into the latrine mostly just want a blowjob. A few like to fool around more than that, ... even return the favor.”
“Oh, come on, Axel. You know more than you are saying. I assure you that I am not on a witch-hunt for homosexuals, quite the opposite.” Anton debated whether to elaborate on his plan. He would need Axel’s support in promoting same-sex eventually. “I believe that we can be a much better academy if the cadets were sexually content ... using each other.”
Axel dropped his jaw not believing what he heard. Dumbfounded, the only words he could form was, “What did you just say, Sir?
“You heard me just fine, cadet. And I need your help carrying out my mission, code named operation Teutonic; they were a homosexual germanic army centuries ago who stormed and took Europe for the king who believed that sexually frustrated men who had sex with each other eased tensions within the ranks and made them fight harder in battle to protect lovers fighting beside them.”
Axel had never heard of that army however, it made some sense to him. The commander was asking for his help and he would cooperate fully. “What do you want to know, Sir.”
“Everything you are privy to, or heard rumors of.”
“Sir, the hazing rituals never really stop. Many rookies continue to be used by unit members until a new rookie is initiated and takes over the role. It depends on the unit corporal. Some forbid the activity in their unit; those are the boys who go to the latrine for sex not getting it in their rooms.”
Anton did not doubt a word the boy said. Axel would know what went on in other units because all rookies all form a common bond while they struggle to be accepted by their peers. That initial, lonely summer-long friendship never deteriorates from year to year even though he has earned his respected place within a unit. Naturally, they continue to talk to each other.
“What about anal sex?
“Becoming more popular during hazings, Sir. Depends on where the unit corporal’s stand on it.”
‘How many unit corporals refuse any sexual activity among their men?”
“I know of 5 out of the twelve that won’t allow such conduct in their unit. Last year there were eight but three graduated from the academy and the newly promoted corporals had different views on it, Sir.”
Anton did the quick math in his head, sixty out of 120 cadets assumingly engaged in at least getting a blowjob. The question remained; how many boys were closeted and would put out in order to receive. Axel must have been reading his mind.
“About twenty boys like to mess around, I’d guess. Some nights all ten latrine stalls are occupied with guys getting it on together. It`s the only privacy they have on the base, really.”
Although it was a loaded question that Axel would not necessarily have an answer, he asked, “So! Do you think more cadets would be freer to express their desires if rules and regulations were relaxed?
Axel looked the man in the eye, and replied with confidence, “Oh yes, Sir. They fear getting caught,” he bowed his head, “ just like I was.”
It was time to ease the boy’s conscience. He had been more than honest. Anton said, “Don’t worry about your grandfather, Axel. All he knows is that two boys forced you into submission. Your secret is still safe.
As if Anton had given the boy his own car, Axel’s eyes lit up, sighed, and was at a loss for words.
Anton had a raging hardon jutting his trousers that Alex could not have missed. Matter of fact, Anton saw the nervous boy taking glances at the bulge down his left pant leg, the grey material moistening where the tip of his cock maxed out and oozed, being a heavy secretor.
Anton stood, despite his proper disciplined intentions of moving to sit behind his desk, he stood two feet from Alex, unfastened his belt and trousers letting them drop to his thighs exposing himself full glory to the shocked lad, even pulling up his shirt-tails that partially covered his goods.
The look on Axel’s face was that of shock. He found himself staring at colorless drool suspended a quarter inch and lengthening (gaining). While he had seen many boys erect in his face, Axel had never seen a man’s hard cock. Although a few of the boys compared in size and girth, the allurement of sucking a mature man’s cock was overwhelming. Unquestionably offered to him, he placed a hand around the very warm shaft and leaned forward with it smearing his lips, the dangling excess suddenly clung to his chin.
Axel swallowed hard not believing his commanding officer was urging his lips to spread and teeth to part with his cock. The scent from his groin was heavenly, so manly. He dared to reach under and feel the man’s large, warm, smooth testicles that charged him into taking the offering into his mouth. It was difficult breathing so heavy through his nose alone but he did not daring to release the beautiful cock from the confined of his mouth.
Anton reared his head back in bliss, not expecting Axel to be quite so overzealous in using his mouth and tongue and hands. He had gone beyond his abuse of power over a cadet for the first time. It was but a fleeting thought before he closed his mind. Let the grandfather be damned, he thought, and let the boy take him to quick orgasm.
Anton didn’t know how he felt battling his cock out of the boy’s persistent mouth to pull up his trousers and moved around to sit at his desk where he should have been all along to discipline a cadet. It was several minutes before Anton could gain his composure; his guilty conscience would have to suffer a little longer.
He was flabbergasted that the hazing ritual had gotten out of hand. Surely, he thought, if one unit had taken it to the extreme, they all had. He was angry at himself for not being aware of what was going on right under his nose but, at the same time, pleased by the new-found knowledge.that his academy was already in the preliminary stages of his master plan.
Composing himself and getting back to the business at hand, he asked Axel, “How many boys here at the academy have you had sex with, Axel?”
Anton’s cum must have lubricated Axel’s tongue. Suddenly the boy was more at ease. “Many, Sir. I mean, if I liked the guy and he asked, is it took.”
Anton was sceptical and challenged the boy. “There were at least eight other boys waiting their turn in the latrine according to the duty sergeant. It seems to me that you obliged anyone, Cadet Walenski,” Anton didn’t hold back, adding, “including me!”
His face reddened again, and murmured, “you ... you have a nice cock, Sir.”
It was the second time (that) Anton had been complemented by a cock suckers. He’d never given it much thought before then. He thought back to the night before when he sucking his own son’s cock and the pleasure it gave him. He wondered what Axel would taste like. But, for the moment, that would have to wait, Anton had more questions and he needed more answers, Axel was more than willing then to spill his guts by then.
Anton summoned Boris to his office over the PA system. Surprised to see the boy whose name that he had forgotten the name of was seated before the colonel’s desk, Boris took the other chair. Anton then relayed much of what Axel had told him. Then he advised the man of his operation ‘Teutonic’. Boris was beyond shock and awe. The “old-man” wanted him to promote what he, himself, had kept a secret for all those years.
“Are you with me, then?” Anton asked, knowing the answer,
Boris stood and saluted his superior. “Yes, Sir!”
Anton laughed, “Now take young Cadet Walenski to your private quarters and get to know him each other a little better.” The lurid inference was loud and clear. “I am giving you both (have) the rest of the day off. I want a plan of attack drafted up and left on my desk by morning. Any questions?”
Anton placed another call to General Wolenski. He was not surprised that the man accepted it through his secretary immediately.
“General, I thought you would like to know that other boys have come forward attesting to the two homosexuals improprieties against them. … Yes Sir, I have spoken with Axel and he informs me that he went along with it out of fear and he is well now. I assigned him to an academy project with one one my best officers in order to keep his mind off the ugly affair. … Thank you, Sir.. He sends his warm regards as well, Sir. …No problem, Sir. I did what I had to do. Off the subject, if I may, --I put in a requisition for new gym mats some time ago, ...Thank you, Sir, I know how busy you are, they will be greatly appreciated by the cadets. Good day, Sir.”
Anton gloated, he had a very powerful general in his favor. Five unit-corporals would need immediate transfer to an officer training academy. A conversation for another day with the general, he had enough soldiers to dispose of already.
Anton left the office early that day. He surprised Damon by picking him up after school to take him to the zoo and later, to MacDonalds, Damon’s favorite place. He loved the little toy provided in his Happy Meal no matter what it was or what the fuck it was supposed to be. Anton loved the pimply faced boys taking his order at the cash register when the place was busy, his tray placed aside among others that the boy loaded up as orders from the kitchen came down the shoot. Anton often didn’t complain about getting a Big Mac instead of a Quarter Pounder; or, a small bag of fries suddenly turned into a large just as long as Damon got his ten cent toy-of-the-week.
Anton stopped at the drugstore and bought two bottles; one of which was for home and the other one for the office of what the label on the bottles claimed it was the best personal lubricant and, as it was quite expensive, so he thought it must be good.
Father and son went to bed earlier than usual that night. Damon between his dad’s legs learning what men like. Next thing that he knew, he was flipped onto his belly looking over his shoulder wondering why his papa was spreading the shiny liquid over his cock.. Anton took advantage of the boy not knowing his intentions. After two failed attempts by his cock to locate Damon’s rectum ending up gliding over the boys crack. He finally felt the heat of it on the tip of his cock and, before Damon knew what was happening, had eased in two inches of his hard meat.
“Ooooch, papa, that hurts! Damon complained in wonderment of why his papa was going there.
“It’s okay, son, just relax. It will only hurt for a little while.” At least that’s what the porn mags claimed that Anton had read.
Nor was it as easy as the men described. He didn’t slide in, every inch was an exhausting challenge and his beloved son was screaming bloody murder. Anton somehow blocked out everything and forged his way into Damon’s tight ass. The boy was clutching the bed sheets, his knuckles were white and he was biting the pillow under his head. Anton knew the boy had resigned himself to allowing his papa the pleasures he did not understand. He had faith that his papa knew what he was doing and it would be over soon.
To be continued . . .
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