Anton woke early the next morning to see Damon sleeping on his tummy. With a desire to taste the boy’s cock again, he pulled the sheet off the naked cherub’s body. The man gasped when he saw the red inflamed rectum crusted in semen that spilled and trailed down over the partially visible scrotum. He wanted to die in shame for what he had done to his beloved little boy. Anton would have killed any man with his bare hands who dared violate Damon in such a vile way.
Damon awoke, rubbed his eyes and looked over his shoulder at his papa appearing very sad as he gently caressed his fleshy mounds. The boy rolled onto his side, smiled, and a bade a cheery, “Good morning, papa.”
Anton was startled, thankfully taken out of his mind numbed misery and replied, “Good morning my kitten. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, papa.” As if he sensed the reason for his father being morose, he added, “It’s okay, papa. It only owies a little bit.”
Anton’s mood changed for the better in an instant. Patting Damons hip, he said, “You’ll get used to it, son.”
“I know, papa.” is all he said. He was fully aware that his father was going to be doing THAT to him regularly. Despite his young age, Damon realized his papa’s passion; the heavy breathing, the swear words, his mother’s name being repeated, and the man’s forcefulness in his excitement was all part of his papa`s passion. He liked the heavy weight upon his body, the arms under his shoulders holding him tight with the side of his face pressed into the muscular abs. Eventually, the pain did subside to an uncomfortable numbness. Damon was proud of himself for never begging the man to stop; he knew he could have --well maybe.
Anton had noticed the boy’s pee-hard when he rolled onto his side, and had been absently fondling it during their very brief conversation. He rolled Damon onto his back and went down to orally stimulate the boy. Anton wet a finger and worked it into the kid’s already sore rectum, found what Boris had been doing to the boy at the time Anton caught him the day before, explaining later when curiously asked about it.
Damon shuddered and twitched, had it not been for the boy’s purr-like vocals, Anton would have suspected that he was causing him pain. Anton had a gut feeling the boy was on the verge of his first orgasm and that he was not on the verge of receiving another mouthful of piss. He increased his efforts in stimulating both, the inner cavity and the boy`s genitals.
Damon was beside himself in pleasure. He was confused about the new feelings that had tingled his whole body; that curled his toes and fingers before he shook violently; uncaringly and caused him to yell out a dirty word; and, let the strange experience of orgasm overwhelm him. His groin and testicles were hurting, pulsing and throbbing; his dick was twitching in his papa’s mouth.
Anton was beside himself. He had a hand on the boy’s sudden receding orbs. His two fingers of his other hand that circled the base of the shaft felt it expand and begin to twitch.His son’s foul language, forgiven for the moment, only mimicking his father’s use of it. Almost as though the boy was having an epileptic fit, Anton backed off and beat the boy’s cock furiously watching Damon’s body convulse, his head reared back, his face contorted, eyes closed tight, mouth agape. Anton watched with anticipation but nothing escaped the narrow pink eye that appeared to wink at him. It had been a dry orgasm, but an orgasm, nonetheless.
He looked at his son with a grin and said excitedly, “Congratulations, Damon, --you've had your first orgasm!”
Damon wasn’t sure how he felt. One moment it was blissful, the next, even his father’s hand on him was sensitively painful as were his testicles. He felt the energy drained from him, weakened him. He was thankful that he was laying down. The tensed muscles throughout his body were slowly relaxing, he had a cramp in his left calf. Damon was already going through growing pains so severe that his papa would sometimes have to rub him with an oily liniment in the middle of the night; his physio knowledge and masterful hands always easing the pain.
Eerie as it was, Anton was also remembering when, many years ago, he became concerned enough to take the boy to a doctor to see about those recurring muscular cramps. The medical center performed all manner of tests (that) and weeks later they were relieved when the doctor confirmed that muscular disease wasn’t a factor.
The base doctor smiled at him and fluffing Damon’s hair, and said, “Some children have more difficulty than others, Anton. They grow faster than their bodies are prepared for.” Again he ruffled Damon’s hair and concluded, “Damon is going to be a tall and strong in his teen years.”
And the boy was definitely growing. Shoes were replaced to fit his feet every six months and every year saw a new pair of ice-skates being bought a size larger. When Damon complained of being teased at school when his ankles were exposed because of ``flood pants``, Anton always took him to be outfitted with new ones. Anton missed his wife so much. He knew that the boy’s mother would have been more vigilant to the boys growing needs and replaced whatever was necessary in outfitting him regularly and properly.
* * *
Every morning, Boris brought Anton’s 120 cadets to attention when the commander walked into the gymnasium during their morning workout. Naked, they hurried to line up in a regiment of two rows. Anton’s morning inspection of his troops only increased his appreciation for their developing bodies lately, as was his cock inspecting his troops. There were fat boys --rookies, who wouldn’t be fat much longer; boys with attitudes whose spirits would be broken before long; and then there were his loyal young soldiers standing perfectly still saluting him as he strode past their being. Anton looking each cadet in the eye and some he lingered giving the once over, secretly admiring their bodies.
What a delicious smorgasbord of delights he got to witness every day since the strange feelings recently developed. Where once, he walked quickly through the gauntlet of lined up young males, he was now taking his time checking fingernails. It was a clever excuse to ogle and check out the lower extremities of certain cadets.
Coming upon Axel, he sternly said, “My office after showers, cadet!” The other boys may have thought their fellow cadet was in trouble but Axel, on the other hand, knew why the commander was summoning him. “You too, Mr. Doliniuk.” he ordered Boris.
Half hour later, Axel, wearing only a towel around his hips, asked for permission to enter. Boris, on the other hand, had his towel over his shoulder and was unconcerned about entering his commander’s office stark naked. He closed and locked the door behind him.
“At ease, soldiers, sit down.” he ordered as he moved around to sit at his desk.
Both were confused by the sudden change in what they thought was the reason of their presence. Commander Bergski was most serious in his demeanor; staunch, the professional soldier that he was known to be.
“I called both of you in to discuss the future of this academy as a developer of quality soldiers one day… and to consider what must be done in the interim to assure that success.” Anton had decided to be blunt and to the point.
Boris spoke, “Yes, Sir --anything you ask, Sir!”
Anton looked at the naked man sitting before him and the youth with his towel open slightly revealing a partial view of his pink balls and tip of his cock peeking from the foreskin. One more nervous shuffle by Axel would be certain to fully expose the teen’s goods. Anton’s cock stirred in appreciation of the already erotic sight.
The commander went on, choosing his words with caution, although he had had the same conversation with each previously . “As you may be aware, I have a thumb on the pulse of the military.” he boasted for effect. “Sometimes orders come down… unofficially, you might say.” Anton paused a moment gathering his thoughts. “From very good and reliable sources, it seems the military is revisiting its policy on homosexuality within the troops… a secret weapon, you might say actually, to create a less stressed soldier.”
Anton only speculated what he was lead to believe by Commander Philippe Kowalski in his brief conversation not long ago. Everyone knew that Philippe was an insider, who socialized with the brass. It was rumored that he was and soon to be promoted to the rank of general.
Anton sensed what was going through the young cadet’s mind. He had been caught engaged performing an act in violation of military conduct and been exonerated. He was wondering then if his powerful grandfather was not, shocking as it might be, a supporter of Operation Teutonic.
Anton could sense the uncertainty and therefore focussed his attention on the boy and said, “Not all members of the high command are privy to Operation Teutonic. --least of all your grandfather.” Axel’s unasked question answered.
Anton was beginning to fully develop and justify the master plan to himself. “The old guard” he thought of them, will soon retire. Besides, most are so far up in rank that they have no idea what’s going on in the lower ranks, but a few have banded together to see to it that we’d) have a strategic advantage over whatever army we come into conflict with next. Where their soldiers will be sexually frustrated and venturing off to rape women, ours will be content to hold steadfast and be vigilant.”
“Wow!” was all Boris could say. Axel, however, was still struggling to understand.
“I want both of you to promote homosexuality within the base with my utmost support. Anyone who is in opposition I want to know about it. Seems to me that this base is already rife with sexual activity during hazings. I want to see that extended beyond any ritual practises. Understand me, gentlemen?” he asked not as a question, but more as a statement.
Both stood and saluted, Boris’ towel loosely covering his genitals fell from his lap. Anton rose and walked around the desk, looked the young man in the eye and reached down to grope him. His other hand yanked the towel off Axel and played with his genitals, as well. The teen became hard in a second.
Anton chuckled, and said, “Guess I will have to lead by example if we are going to turn this place into a Roman bathhouse, I may be an old dog… but not one that can’t be taught new tricks, gentlemen.”
Boris opened his commander’s trousers pleased to find the man already erect. The circle jerk lasted a few minutes before Anton dropped to his knees to take Axel’s young cock in his mouth. He loved it. For a man who had never sucked a mature cock before, Anton took the five slender inches with ease even daring to suck each of the boy’s rather large ping-pong ball size testicles. He swore that he would never show submissiveness to his subordinates, he would always be seen as the aggressor however, the feel of Axel’s warm goods in his hand caused him to crave a taste of it as well.
Boris grabbed a bottle of hand cream off the commander’s desk, stood behind Axel whose cock seemed to swell a little more in Anton’s mouth in anticipation of what was about to happen. Axel leaned into the desk for support as Boris wormed his way up inside his rectum. The cadet had never had a cock that large fuck him, hell, he had only ever been fucked by a few boys before, and they weren’t all that big. Nonetheless, he wanted it as bad as the man behind him about to give it to him.
Anton wasn’t very comfortable pressed between the side of his desk and the body being pummeled into him. But, he simply kept his mouth around the cock and let himself be face fucked. Axel was grunting and moaning cursing like a drunken sailor and literally begging Boris to fuck him harder.
The young officer was seldom, if ever, rough when he fucked a boy. However, Axel was certainly not like those other boys and if the kid wanted it rough then he was going to get it rough. Boris showing no mercy; he would give no quarter. Axel began panting and howling like a mad dog, rearing to meet Boris’ every thrust.
Anton, with his lips wrapped around Axel’s cock, got his first taste of semen. At first he wasn’t even aware that the boy had had an orgasm until his taste buds detected the sweet-salty fluid and then the texture as it built up in his mouth. Nectar of the gods, he decided, and plenty of it coming from those satiny pink orbs. Remarkably, Axel stayed hard while Boris pounded away in his ass and Anton kept sucking; he would savor the boy-cum for the duration.
Boris yelped and sighed loudly. He had reached the point of no return. The seconds remaining afforded him a few more deep thrusts before he flooded Axel’s insides with a heavy load of his manufactured cream before falling to his knees, exhausted. Reluctantly, Anton released the now withering cock but enjoyed swallowing the juice in two gulps and the after taste. He stood up and Axel went down to his knees. Obviously, the kid hadn’t had enough sex play; his enthusiasm for cock-sucking was unfettered by his own exhaustion and Anton was more than ready to empty his bloated nuts worth into the wanton boy’s mouth.
Once he had splashed the inside of Axel’s mouth and throat with his copious load, Anton stepped away and began to square himself away. “Thank you men, now get dressed and begin your mission, you’ve already convinced me.”
“Corporal, call assembly, I wish to address the cadets at 10:00 hours.”
* * *
“Cadets,” intoned Anton. As you can see before your eyes, Private Cadet Wolenski is still an active member of his unit and this academy well as the two cadets caught participating in sex.” Anton had began his speech to the boys leisurely seated on the floor as he towered above walking among them. “Why, you may ask? Because, firstly, I believe there was no breach of outdated military law; and, secondly, I am unbiased when it comes to homosexuallity. I know of many in the military who are damned good soldiers. What two men, or boys for that matter, do together is their business…”
Boris quietly came up behind his commander and placed a high stool behind him. Anton turned to acknowledge his subordinate and then sat on the stool. Looking at the assembled faces seated on the floor before him, he went on to tell the epic story of the Teutonic Knights formed during the year 1190. He told them that It was a military order of fighting soldiers formed to aid christians on their pilgrimages to the Holy Land and to establish hospitals.From the moment he began the story, you could have heard a pin drop in the gymnasium.
After he had told the story, he ordered the cadets to stand so they could get their circulation moving again. Then after having been called to attention, then placed in the ‘at ease’ position, he said, “It has come to my attention that the hazings have become sexual in nature not only at this academy, but at many others… and you are all guilty in one way or another in promoting it. So, why do boys want to watch boys performing sex acts on other boys? I will tell you why, --because it turns you on! We are all homosexual to some degree.” There was an obvious rustle of fidgeting, the boys were nervous.
He gave them a minute or two to let his words sink in. Then he went on. “Some of you may have watched porno movies with your buddies. Do you block out the men and only see the woman in these films? No, you see both and both sexes cause us to become excited and aroused. When you shower together there is not one of you who doesn’t sneak a peek at a buddy, or at me and Officer Dolyniuk. We see you doing it. It’s a perfectly normal behaviour. Many of you jerk off together in the shower. To some people that might seem rather queer. Is it? Nope! It is, in fact, human nature. All guys do it so why hide it from each other. If we didn’t get that release we’d all be a bunch of very sexually frustrated soldiers.
Homosexuality is rampant in prisons, boys schools and aboard ships at sea; in fact anywhere males are cooped up together for long periods of time. They are certainly not all gay nor would they consider themselves bisexual. In situations such as seclusion or isolation, man’s basic need for sex comes to the fore. It takes the form and there becomes a third sexual identifier known as ‘interim-sex’. Interim-sex is simply guys helping each other out; the buddy system without shame or loss of dignity.
Having said all that, if you happen to see two guys doing things, you have two choices, either turn a blind eye or join them. I do not want to hear of any boys being bullied or beaten up. The old saying, “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it” applies here. What goes on at this academy, stays at this academy, gentlemen. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
An off beat chorus of “Yes, Sir” rang out.
* * *
Anton had met his counterpart Philippe Kowalski for dinner to discuss the military’s latest agenda. They sat at a quiet table away from other diners with good hearing. The first thing Anton mentioned was the incident with General Wolenski's grandson.
The older man listened intently chuckling at the phone conversation Anton had, remarking, “That pompous old bastard should have been put out to pasture years ago. He is very old guard, set in the ways of world war two. He doesn’t understand the new generation and the latest sexual revolution.”
“Would he not be somehow privy to the new vision of soldiering being implemented?”
“Very few of the old guard know anything about it and, come to think of it, not many of the younger ones either. It’s strictly a need to know basis only. Even some of the academy commanders don’t know of it because they can’t be trusted to keep their mouths shut and carry out the plan. They are being removed and replaced by more… liberal minded officers.”
“What about the cadets who are closed minded. What do we do with them?”
“Good question, I was going to go over all that with you. We know we can’t convince every cadet to change his mindset. Upbringing and religion have a very strong influence. But, so does peer pressure. Just leave them be. If you have to, maybe do some unit restructuring if they can’t be persuaded over time. Above all, keep the nonconformists in units with their own kind; you don’t want them intimidating the other unit members simply by their awkward presence in the room when the boys want to have a little fun. Worse case scenario, don’t hesitate to make their lives a living hell until they resign.”
“What if they talk on the outside?”
“Some have tried, it’s their word against many. The accusations soon die out, especially when some of the other cadets come forward and turn the tables on who the real faggot was.” he laughed.
Anton was aghast, “You mean they lie about a boy’s sexuality?”
Philippe laughed, “Not really a lie --lets call it self-protection-- it becomes a CYA project (cover your ass). Two or three boys come forward attesting to being... propositioned…? Well… matters seem to fade away, if you know what I mean.”
Anton knew exactly what the man was implying, --and it was brilliant! Anton then told him of his allies promoting the agenda, one from the inside, an officer on the outside as well as his cadet lecture that morning.
However he had a question that needed asking. “Who exactly in the military’s upper command is supporting our efforts, Philippe?”
The man leaned over the table and looked Anton in the eye, smiled, and said, “I shall put the word out. When you begin receiving phone calls from those above asking for a cadet or two for the weekend to… help out at their home doing chores, you’ll know who the supporters are. --Lets just hope you have cadets capable of fulfilling their requests; and trust me, there will be many, many requests that will be most grateful to you, Anton. --Your career may depend on it.”
The career soldier, commander of a cadet training institution, understood exactly what his counterpart was alluding to. He felt that he’d been had. It wasn’t a military secret agenda. It was a military pedophile ring that he was to groom his cadets for the use of if he didn’t want to be transferred to Lower Slobberbia. Philippe’s evil looking smirk spoke volumes.The man rose from the table, bade farewell and left leaving Anton to pay the bill.
To be continued…
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