The Recruit - Part 1

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A row of young men, ranging in age from eighteen to twenty one lined up at the foot of their beds. The stern drill sergeant paced before them, his eyes scanning the men and their beds before dismissing them to the showers.

Alexander Tichy, a thirty-three year old drill sergeant in training, watched as the powerful man before him commanded the respect of every single person in the room. He was envious, but he had great respect for the man. He eyed the young trainees as they left the barracks, he remembered his own experience as a recruit, and how terrifyingly exciting it was.

Tichy followed them, it was his favourite part of the day, though that was a secret he would take to the grave. As this was his last group before he took a full one on his own, he continued to do the odd-jobs that the main sergeant had delegated to him, and timing the recruits in the shower was one of them.

"STRIP!" He roared, having nailed the standard, husky, drill sergeant tone.

The group of nervous young men undressed with impressive speed until the tiled shower room was filled with firm bubble butts and various sized cocks. Tichy stole as many glances as he could until each one of them looked ready.

"WATER ON!" He bellowed and an instant later, the multiple shower heads burst to life and began drenching them.

Tichy counted down from thirty in his head. The first thirty seconds were the most entertaining as the recruits gasped and shivered under the stream until the water began to heat up. Many of the previously large cocks quickly shrivelled and Tichy felt his own one stiffen as he took in the beautiful sight.

"WATER OFF!"

As the shower heads dripped to a halt, the men lathered their naked bodies in soap. He watched one young man in particular. Elliot Randolph was one of the youngest in the group, having recently turned eighteen and been forced into the military by his father, it was quite clear that he didn't want to be there.

He was a cute boy, with short blonde hair, cut like all the rest. He looked out of place around the strong, muscular recruits who were rougher, louder and more boisterous than he was. He was shorter too, by a few inches at least.

Tichy had wondered about him since the day he arrived. He was eager to confirm those suspicions, but it was a difficult task within the first few weeks when the recruits were monitored so heavily. He had other means though, and today seemed like the perfect day to test one out.

"WATER ON!"

The showers burst on again and suddenly the tiled floor was covered in suds, foam and soap as the young men rinsed themselves off. A minute later the showers were off and the recruits were free to scurry back to their room and dress. This however, was the only opportunity that Tichy would get until later in the evening.

"Randolph!" He roared, and the young man almost jumped out of his skin as he stepped out of line, naked and soaking, and stood nail straight, with his hands firmly by his side.

Tichy purposely waited until the room had cleared before standing before the trembling recruit. It wasn't unusual to pose unexpected questions to new arrivals. It was a test, something to weed out the liars in the group, because almost always, the drill sergeants knew the answers before they'd even asked the question.

This time however, Tichy's questions would be rather different.

"You got a girlfriend back home?" The man asked sternly, his eyes trailing the lad's dripping wet, lean body.

"Sir, yes Sir!" He yelped and Tichy's lip twitched.

"Did you see that in a movie?" The man asked, finding it as entertaining now as he had when it was he who made the same mistake all those years prior.

"Sorry" Elliot winced, having been reprimanded for the same thing already. "Yes Drill Sergeant".

"You don't want to be here, do you, Randolph?"

The youngster squirmed at the question. The answer was a certain no, but by telling the truth, he would surely get an earful from the man before him, and in his current undressed state, he would much rather avoid that.

"That requires an answer, private" Tichy pressed.

"I... No, Drill Sergeant"

There was something incredibly sweet about the nervous young man stuttering over himself as he stood before Tichy naked.

"Why is that?" He asked, eyeing his modestly sized cock as a bead of water dripped down it.

"I... I'm not... I'm not good enough sir... I mean, Drill Sergeant".

It wasn't unusual for the recruits to doubt themselves so early on, but something about the anxious teen gave Tichy the impression that this self-doubt had been long engrained in the boy, long before he'd arrived at Basic.

"Have you jerked off since you've gotten here, private?" Tichy asked, and instantly noticed the pinch of shame in the young man's face.

"Um... I um... Uh..."

"I suppose you haven't had much time to" Tichy scoffed "but I suggest you crank one out before you become even more emotional. We don't hold hands here, is that understood?"

"Y... Yes Drill Sergeant" Elliot replied, his cheeks blushing as he tried to work out if the man had really just given him permission to wank.

The truth was, it was unlikely that any of the young recruits had busted a nut in the two weeks they were there. Not only that, but it was even more unlikely that they'd do it at all for the remaining eight weeks. They simply didn't have the time nor the energy. Tichy was well aware of this fact, so exploiting it slightly made complete sense.

"Are you straight, Randolph?" Tichy asked simply, and Elliot's brow cocked at the question.

"Yes Drill Sergeant" he replied truthfully.

"Have you ever had thoughts of other men?" Tichy continued "perhaps the men that surround you with their naked bodies in the showers?"

The trembles returned as Elliot cleared his throat.

"N... No, Drill Sergeant" he replied shakily.

"In your bunk at night" the man continued in barely more than a whisper, "do you wonder what it would be like to have one of those handsome, muscular men inside you?"

"NO!" He almost cried, but the trick had worked and Tichy watched as the young man's cock began to swell.

"Remember, recruit" Tichy smirked as he stood back and watched the embarrassed eighteen-year-old shuffle on his feet in an attempt to stem his growing erection.

"We don't tolerate liars in Basic".

With those words, Alexander Tichy left the room and headed toward the canteen. The seed had been planted, and all he needed to do now was nourish it.