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Arriving in California, I took the military bus from the airport to the base where this all started. In addition to a recruitment center, the base also served other functions such as logistics and commissioned officer training. Nothing much had changed at the base since I had left.

Once on the base, I headed to the administration building to check in. There was a corporal at the desk.

“Ah … Sergeant Cooper, reporting for duty.”

“Yes sergeant … let me find your file.” The corporal rummaged through a stack of files … several times in fact … and apparently wasn’t finding what he was looking for. Had I fucked this up? Did my paperwork not arrive? Was I about to be busted?

Finally, the corporal found my file. “Ah … here it is sergeant. Let’s see …” The corporal opened the file, noting that I was here on a general assignment.

“Let’s see, sergeant … looks like you’ll be needing to speak to the captain about your assignment.” Shit! Why would I need to see an officer? “However, the captain is out of the office today … but he’ll see you promptly at 0900 hours tomorrow. That OK?”

“Sure … no problem.” I was probably worrying for nothing.

”Now, let’s see sergeant … let’s get you a temporary bunk assignment.” The corporal gave me directions to the barracks, noting that the chow hall was open 24/7 if I was hungry. I thanked the corporal, grabbed my stuff, and headed off to the barracks.

The following morning, I got up early, took a shower, and got dressed. Man, did I look sharp! After having morning chow, I headed back to the administration building to meet with the captain. Whatever the assignment was, I was hopeful it would allow me to be promoted again. Why, before you know it, I’d be a general!

“Sergeant Cooper to see the captain!” There was a different corporal on duty.

“Ah … yes sergeant … he’s expecting you. Come with me!”

Entering the captain’s office, the corporal made introductions.

“Have a seat, Cooper.” The captain was a young man, probably about 28 years old. He looked to be in pretty good shape too … wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of his cock, provided of course it would benefit my career.

“Cooper, I’ve been looking over your record. Pretty impressive for someone barely 20 years old!”

“Ah … thank you sir!”

“You seem to have a good head on your shoulders … and some good common sense.”

“Well sir, I like to think so!” Suck up to the captain … just keep it going!

“Now then Cooper, I have a rather dicey assignment for you. This will require your utmost skills in providing leadership and discipline. You think you’re up for that?”

“Certainly, sir!”

“OK … here’s the deal. We are holding eight recruits at the brig, all of which have demonstrated absolutely no aptitude for military life. They are all disciplinary problems. The easy way out is to simply discharge them and send them on their way. However, the colonel is demanding we make military men out of these total fuck ups. You think you can handle this?”

“Sir … yes sir!”

“Good! The men will be ready shortly before noon. You need to pick them up at the brig, get them fed at the chow hall, and return them to barrack number 589. You have complete discretion on how to handle these men. Remember, you job is to turn these assholes into full fledged military men.”

The captain went on to explain that he would dispatch some privates to move my gear to barrack number 589. Additionally, the gear belong to the “eight men from hell” would be delivered as well.

Prior to collecting my troops, I went over to the barracks to check things out. It was rather small, and would hold no more than 12 or 14 men. There was a latrine with several stools, urinals, and lavatories. As was the custom in the military, there was the traditional communal shower. My quarters were down a narrow hall, consisting of a bunk, desk, and small closet. A private bath was connected to the room.

Shortly before noon, I reported to the brig to begin my duties. The corporal on duty brought all eight men to the lobby. “Good luck sergeant …” He kind of laughed as I signed for the men. It was time to get tough.

“OK men! Follow me!” I marched them out of the brig onto the parking lot.

“Now listen up assholes! I have been charged with making men out of you wimps. Follow my orders and there’ll be no trouble. Failure to obey my orders will result in severe punishment. DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?

The response was rather weak. “Ah … sir … sir … yeah.” “YOU DUMB SHITS! WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION THAT REQUIRES AN AFFIRMATIVE ANSWER, I WANT TO HEAR ‘SIR, YES SIR’. DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?”

“SIR, YES SIR!”

“Now that’s better. Now get in formation. We’re heading to the chow hall.” I marched the men to the chow hall. Looked as if we’d need to practice our marching. There was one guy who refused to keep in step, and I immediately got right in his face. It looked as if these guys would respond to scare tactics.

After chow, I marched my men back to the barracks. “PICK A BUNK AND STAND AT ATTENTION!” Slowly the eight men fell into line in front of a bunk. These men looked pathetic. Not only were their uniforms untidy, but also they hadn’t shaved for at least several days. Time to get ‘em cleaned up. Maybe if they looked halfway sharp, they might behave in more of a military manner.

“OK MEN, LISTEN UP! You men look pathetic! The first thing were going to do is get you assholes cleaned up. I want everyone to strip out of those filthy uniforms and hit the showers. And get your ass shaved. YOU HAVE 30 MINUTES TO ACCOMPLISH THIS! WHEN I RETURN, I WANT EVERYONE STANDING BUCK NAKED AT ATTENTION IN FRONT OF YOUR BUNK! DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?”

“Sir … yes sir!”

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

“SIR, YES SIR!”

“That’s better … NOW MOVE!” While the men were moving slowly, I think they were getting the message … or let’s hope. While the men were getting cleaned up, I returned to my quarters to unpack. Thirty minutes later, I returned to the barracks, only to find the men milling around, shooting the shit.

“ATTENTION ON DECK ASSHOLES!” The men snapped to attention (if you could call it that) and then slowly moved to the front of their bunk. They all had underwear on.

“GET THOSE BOXER OFF! NOW! PREPARE FOR INSPECTION!” It was apparent these men had no conception of how to follow instructions. Once I had the men naked, I allowed them to stand at ease.

Starting with the first man, I inspected his presumably clean body from head to toe. This didn’t start out too good. “WHERE’D YOU LEARN TO SHAVE, RECRUIT?”

“Ah … I don’t know … sir.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW SIR? GET YOU ASS BACK TO THE LATRINE … AND THIS TIME, GET RID OF THOSE WHISKERS!” The recruit grabbed his shaving kit and headed off to the latrine.

The next man had done a fairly good job shaving, but he had apparently forgot to wash his armpits, which stunk to high heaven. I too sent him off to the bathroom.

Of the eight men, five flunked the inspection. One man started to laugh when I was chewing out another recruit, who had failed to get the gunk out from between his toes. I immediately stood before him, grabbed his balls and cock, and squeezed them.

“YOU GOT A PROBLEM, SON?” I kept my grip on his nuts.

“NO SIR … NO SIR!” These men need to know I would put up with no shit whatsoever.

After the inspection, I got the men dressed in a clean uniform and shined boots. It was now time for an explanation of the rules. “STAND AT ATTENTION. LISTEN UP!”

Standing at attention for several hours was a subtle disciplinary procedure. I started rattling off the rules.

“FIRST, gentlemen, you will only speak when spoken too. Failure to obey this rule will result in punishment!”

“SECOND, you will obey all orders given to you. Should you disobey my orders, you will be punished!”

And on and on I went, noting everything from how their bunks were to be made up and how their uniforms were to be hanged in the lockers.

“And one more thing, men. There will be no masturbation. If you are caught masturbating yourself or anyone else for that matter, you will be severely punished. DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?”

“SIR, YES SIR!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the parking lot, trying to teach these fuck ups how to march. And it wasn’t easy. After three hours of intense drill, I had managed to whip these assholes into reasonable shape. It would take daily training to result in perfection however.

That evening, I put the men to bed about 2200 hours. I warned them that there would be no talking. At that point, I returned to my quarters. It’d been a long day, and I needed some sleep. Lying in bed, it occurred to me that it’d been several days since I’d had a blowjob (from Frankland). I decided to jack off, but figured one of my boys would fuck up momentarily, which would result in some ‘punishment’ so to speak … like sucking my dick maybe.

For the next several days, I worked the men unmercifully. There was no way I would fail at making these men the pride of the military. Besides, I knew the captain and colonel were following my progress on these men, so it was important that I not fail.

By the end of the week, most of the men had shaped up. I had handed out a number of demerits, warning the men there would be punishment on Sunday evening. No one seemed to be alarmed by this, since these men were used to being abused. Unfortunately, they had never dealt with Sergeant Cooper.

On Sunday evening after chow, I lined all the men up in front of their bunks. All eight had demerits, which meant all the men would be punished. And while push-ups are the punishment of choice for most drill instructors, I prefer a more severe level of torture. Like getting their ass whipped. For this purpose, I had obtained a wood paddle with numerous holes drilled in it for maximum effect. I stood before the men, slapping the paddle in my hand. Finally, I think I had their attention.

“OK men, turn around, drop your pants and boxers, grab you ankles, and prepare for you punishment.” Horrified, the men obeyed my order but somewhat slowly.

So one by one, I went down the line with my paddle. Some men got more spats than others, depending on their ‘crime.’ By the time I had finished, all the men had shiny red butts, which was my objective in the beginning.

“NOW TURN AROUND AND STAND UP!” Slowly, the men turned around. One man started to pull up his pants.

“DID I TELL YOU TO PULL UP YOUR PANTS?” The offending soldier acknowledged that I had indeed not given that order, and dropped his pants back to his ankles. So there stood eight soldiers, with their dicks hanging out. Which reminded me, I needed a blowjob … and fairly soon.

After I lectured the men for several minutes about following orders and the fact the punishment would not stop anytime soon, I ordered the men to pull their pants up and compose themselves. It was now time to select my victim.

“YOU! FOLLOW ME! THE REST OF YOU GET YOUR BOOTS SHINED AND BUCKLES POLISHED!” I picked the biggest man in the troop, just to show my superiority. We got down to my quarters.

“What’s your name?”

“Foster … sir.”

“Well Foster, you certainly managed to fuck up this past week … what don’t you understand about my rules?” Foster had taken twelve spats on the butt, the most of any administered that evening.

“Sir … I’m trying … it’s just that … well …”

“WELL WHAT?”

“Well … I’m just not used to following orders.”

“BEST GET USED TO IT FOSTER … IT AIN’T GOING STOP ANYTIME SOON.”

“Yes sir … I’ll try.”

“Good! Now then, why do you think I brought you in here?”

“Ah … gee, I don’t know … sir.”

“Well your sergeant, Foster, needs a litter servicing.”

“Sir?”

“You ever suck a dick, Foster?”

“Certainly not … sir!”

“Well, you’re fixing to have the experience. NOW DROP TO YOUR KNEES! HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!” Foster complied with my order, as I stepped forward and unzipped my pants. With one hand, I grabbed his head; with the other I fetched out my cock.

“OPEN YOU MOUTH, ASSHOLE!” I then jammed my cock into Foster’s mouth, commanding him to suck my dick. I continued to jerk his head back and forth, as his mouth accommodated my throbbing cock. Several minutes passed, but Foster was continuing to choke on every thrust. Best change my method of delivery. I jerked my dick from his mouth and quickly dropped my pants down.

“STAND UP FOSTER! GET THAT FUCKING UNIFORM OFF!” Foster quickly undressed as I stroked my cock in anticipation of entering Foster’s asshole. “ON ALL FOURS!” Foster positioned himself on the floor, with his still red butt sticking straight up in the air.

“Are you going to fuck me sir?”

“Damn straight …” I jammed my dick into Foster’s butthole, which was tighter than you can imagine. “Sir … you’re hurting me.” Foster was whimpering like a wet dog.

“Shut the fuck up … take it like a man!” I continued to ream his asshole out, making sure my dick went in the entire length, thus inflicting as much pain as possible. Within several minutes, I lost my load, straight up Foster’s asshole.

“Get dressed and get the fuck out of here!” Foster looked a bit shaken, but this type of punishment would instill him with the discipline necessary to become a real military man.

And so it continued. Every Sunday evening, I administered punishment to the men for the past week’s infractions, and then selecting one of the troops for additional discipline. By the eighth week of training, I had butt fucked every one of the troops. Actually, all the men had shaped up beyond my expectations, and I was able to report to the captain that they were ready to graduate.

The night before graduation, one of the men was so grateful that I had turned him around, he actually offered to give me a blowjob, which of course I accepted. It was with great sadness that the training of these rowdy men had come to a close, but I was extremely proud that I had made real men out of them.

The day after graduation, the captain called me to his office.

“Cooper, you have done a magnificent job with those eight fuck-ups. I am extremely proud of you.”

“Ah … thank you sir …” And then it struck me: this would be a perfect time to ask for a promotion.

“Sir … I was hoping my performance would rate a promotion to full sergeant.” The most he could do was say no. The captain stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, facing me directly.

“You are aware, Cooper, the requirements for a promotion … aren’t you?” The captain was rubbing his crotch.

“Indeed I am sir.” It was then I dropped to my knees, unzipped the captain’s pants, and gave him the best blowjob he’d ever had …

The end.