School of Discipline (3 page)

“I know. I owe you, dude. Anything you want, you got it.”

When Cory placed the cold washcloth on Blaine’s ass, he heard a sharp intake of air as Blaine gasped.

“Damn, he really knows how to whip ass, I’ll tell you. Shit, that was harsh.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You wanna know why I got a boner having my ass beat like that, right?”

“Well, yeah. It was the last thing I thought I would see from you. I know my dick wasn’t even thinking about getting hard other than by maybe the thought of being punished in front of you. But… I don’t get sexual pleasure out of pain. Why do you?”

“Don’t know, actually. I was spanked growing up, but I never reacted that way with my dad. Maybe ’cause it was another unrelated male looking at my ass and beating it. Frankly, I think our dear sergeant is more than a little bit gay. I think he likes the sight of a boy bent over his desk taking it like that. It makes me wonder what else he gives to the boys.”

“You mean like whether or not he’s fucking the guys?”

“Yep. He got real intense when he saw little Blaine, did ya notice?”

“Well, I did too! But yeah, I thought he reacted to your hard-on.”

“Okay, the washcloth’s not helping much. Would you put some lotion on my ass?”

“You mean with my hand? You want my hands on your bare ass?” Cory asked.

“Dude, I’m not asking you to bang my hole
—
I’m asking you to put some lotion on my poor beaten ass so I can move in the morning.”

Cory went to his locker, pulled down a bottle of lotion, and walked back over to Blaine. He squirted some around in different spots, and then put both hands on Blaine’s ass.

“Damn, your ass is hot!”

“Thanks, I know it is.”

“Not that way, I meant you’ve got a lot of heat coming off your ass.”

“Please spread the lotion, dude, so I can get some relief.”

Cory rubbed the lotion in, adding more when it seemed to get sucked up by the skin of his roommate’s ass. Cory found that he was enjoying getting to feel Blaine’s ass, something he’d thought would never happen.

“That’s good. Please just keep doing that.”

Cory was more than happy to oblige his hunky roommate with the battered ass. Fifteen minutes later, Cory stopped.

“Does that feel any better?”

“Yeah, it kind of does. How long ’til lights out?”

“Hour and a half and I’ve got to study. You want me to bring one of your books over here so you can do the assigned reading?”

“Yeah, I suppose so. Bring me a couple of aspirin, too, and some water, if you would.”

After getting Blaine set up, Cory got his own books and lay down on his bed. When he plopped down on his ass, he got a sudden reminder that he had also received a spanking, even though it was nothing like the one Blaine had suffered.

As Cory lay there reading the material for class, he occasionally looked over at Blaine, admiring his sweet ass, even though it was red and welted. Each time he looked, he had to suppress sexual thoughts of what he wanted to do with his roommate. If Blaine was into sex with guys, it could complicate things if emotions were involved and they had a falling out over something. It was safer to admire from afar and not get involved.

As lights out approached, it was shower time. Cory checked his ass in the mirror and found that most of the red was now gone, and he doubted anyone would be able to tell he had received strokes with a belt a couple hours ago. He took off his shorts and wrapped a towel around himself while grabbing soap and a brush.

“Are you going to take a shower? Maybe cold water would help,” Cory asked.

“What? And let everyone see that I had my ass beaten tonight for talking shit in the dayroom? I’ll sneak in just before lights out when the showers should be empty and maintain a
little
dignity, at least.”

“Okay, sounds like a plan. Be back shortly.”

The usual crowd was piling into the showers, and everyone wanted to know what happened when the sergeant called Cory and Blaine to his office.

“Oh, nothing really,” Cory said, trying for a casual tone. “We just had to listen to a long talk, and we each picked up a demerit.”

“So where’s Blaine?” one of the guys asked.

“He’s still studying. We lost time when we had to sit in the sergeant’s office, and he’s trying to get his studies done. He’ll shower if there’s time when he’s done reading.”

While everyone didn’t fully believe Cory, no one challenged the explanation for his roommate’s absence. Cory looked around, checking the guys out, but he was already getting bored with that secret little thrill. Once you’ve seen everyone, you’ve seen everyone. No mystery left.

When he got back to the room, he found Blaine in the same position as when he left.

“You gonna shower?”

“Yeah, as soon as the guys clear out of there. When I come back, will you put more lotion on me?”

“Sure, if it helps.”

At ten minutes before lights out, Blaine dashed to the shower, cleaned up, letting the cold water run over his swollen ass cheeks, and got back to the room as quickly as he could without one man seeing him.

“It worked, thankfully. What a pain running around hiding like a little schoolboy. That bastard didn’t have to be so hard on me!”

“Well, since he might be walking down the hall right now doing a bed check, you maybe wanna hold it way down before you end up bent over his desk again?”

“Yeah, I certainly had enough for one night. Put the lotion on?” Blaine asked as the call was heard for lights out.

“Yeah, be right over.”

Cory put his books on his desk, grabbed the lotion, and went over to Blaine’s bed wearing nothing but his underwear. There was no moonlight at all, and Cory stubbed his toe on a bedpost.

“Son of a bitch! Damn, that hurt,” he said as he quickly sat down on the edge of Blaine’s bed.

“Be careful. One of us hurt is enough already.”

Cory squeezed some lotion onto his hand and rubbed it around on his palms.

“Okay, where’s your ass? I can’t see shit. We need to get a night-light or something.”

“Here, give me your hand,” Blaine said.

Blaine pulled Cory’s hand down and placed it on his body, only it wasn’t his ass, it was a massive hard-on. When Cory realized what he was feeling, he jumped up in surprise.

“Very funny, dude! That’s your dick!”

“So? I need a little comfort tonight after what happened. Jack me off?”

“What makes you think I’m gay? And don’t give me any shit about how buddies help each other out. Gay buddies help each other out; straight ones don’t give this kind of help.”

“You seemed to enjoy looking at my dick in the showers and then in the office this evening. It’s alright, I might be gay too. Jack me off, and when I’m feeling better, I might blow you. Deal?”

“Oh my God, I not only get a roommate who’s got a giant ego to go with his giant cock, but he’s also gay!” Cory exclaimed before giving up. “Alright, I think I’m gay. But all I’m doing tonight is giving you a hand job, you hear?”

“That’s all I asked for. They’ll be plenty of other nights when you can suck my cock and take it up the ass,” Blaine said with a chuckle.

“I’m not taking that thing up my ass, so you can forget that right now. If you don’t shut up, I’ll just go to bed.”

“No! Okay, shutting up. Jack me off,
please
.”

Cory lowered his palm with the lotion on it down and found Blaine’s dick. He wrapped his hand around it and slid his fist up and down, getting the entire shaft greased up. He stopped, squirted more lotion on his hand, and then began to jack Blaine off. He loved the sound his hand made as it glided along the slippery shaft, and he sprouted an erection of his own.

He worked the shaft with varying speeds and pressure and stopped at different points. With his other hand, he began to grope himself, enjoying the feeling of Blaine’s dick in one hand and his own in the other. When Blaine guessed what Cory was doing, he reached over Cory’s leg and pushed his hand aside. Taking hold of Cory’s dick, Blaine began to play with it.

“Kick off your shorts. I’ll jack you off.”

By this time, Cory was too aroused for any embarrassment about having sex with his roommate and complied with the request. When he sat back down, he found that Blaine had greased up his hand and when he took hold of Cory’s dick, it was able to slide up and down the shaft with no resistance.

“Move over. I’m getting on the bed with you. I’ll put my feet down at your head and lay with my head towards your feet. That way our dicks will be right where we need them to be.”

Blaine moved over, and Cory got into bed with him. As they lay there in the dark, the only sound was two hands going up and down on their greased-up dicks. Cory’s hand had farther to travel each way than Blaine’s hand did, and as a result, Cory began to feel his climax building already.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum already if you don’t stop,” Cory warned.

Instead of stopping, Blaine sped up, and it was all Cory could do to stay on the bed as his climax erupted and sprayed cum all over his chest, stomach, and Blaine’s hand. When he stopped shooting and caught his breath, he increased his speed on Blaine’s dick. Blaine must have been ready because it only took about another minute. Blaine came with a massive explosion of cum, which covered his face, chest, and abdomen and drenched Cory’s hand. When they were finished, they lay there, wet with cum, which was growing colder by the second.

“Fuck, we’re a mess. How we gonna clean this up?”

“We’re gonna sneak into the shower and rinse off, that’s what we’re going to do. There is no other way to clean all this up,” Blaine said.

“Yeah, but we have cum dripping off of us each step we take, especially you!”

“Hold still,” Blaine said as he scooped up the excess cum from Cory’s body with his hand.

“Now, get us towels—the ones we used already this evening—and we’ll wrap them around us as we haul ass to the showers.”

Cory did as he was told, and together, they practically ran to the showers. In the dark, they could hardly see where to walk, and they were trying not to make too much noise. Once inside the shower, they turned the water on and washed their bodies clean.

After two minutes under the water, they blotted themselves off with the now dirty towels. Making sure their feet were very well dried, they went back to their room where they put the towels in their wash bag and dried off thoroughly with new towels. Once that was done, Blaine came over to Cory and handed him the lotion.

“Not again!”

“No, not dicks this time, ass! Run a layer of that over my ass, and we’ll go to sleep.”

Cory sat on his bed and applied a light coating of lotion all over Blaine’s ass, admitting to himself that he really enjoyed the task. When he ran his hand up the crack, Blaine chuckled and said, “Wishful thinking for the foreseeable future. Not only am I not that gay, my ass is going to take days to heal up right.”

Cory smiled in the dark.
May that day fast approach.

T
HE
next morning, both men got up with their alarm, and the first thing that Cory thought of was that he had engaged in sex the previous night with Blaine. A sense of uneasiness came over Cory as he wondered if Blaine was going to be all weird about it.

But Blaine got out of bed, seeming to have vastly improved from his punishment, and he and Cory slipped on shorts and started the daily routine. No one was late for roll call and everyone was in class on time. The day was starting off on a good note, and everyone hoped it would stay that way, considering the trauma of the inspection the day before.

The daily routine didn’t alter much from day to day, but by the end of the second week of classes, twelve of the men had run up enough demerits for various minor infractions and required corporal punishment. It was time to deal with them on Friday before lights out—on Friday and Saturday nights, the curfew was extended until midnight—and the barracks was called together at nine thirty by the barracks sergeant.

When roll call was announced, the men made their dash into the dayroom, surprised to find both the captain and another barracks sergeant present as well. When everyone found a seat and settled in, Sergeant McDonald began speaking.

“As you can see, the captain is here, along with Sergeant Miller from Bravo barracks. The reason they’re here is because of the sheer amount of infractions handed out by your instructors, the sergeants, and even one by the lieutenant. The captain is concerned enough about the trend developing here that he has issued punishment notices to a dozen of you men. Tonight, those notices will be carried out by me and Sergeant Miller while the captain witnesses his orders carried out.”

The captain moved forward and spoke.

“As Sergeant McDonald has stated, I am, in fact, concerned by the amount of infractions issued in only two weeks! Many of them are for being sloppy… sloppy with your time requirements for being at a certain place at a certain time. You seem to think you can just wander into a class or lecture when you please. This is civilian thinking, and you are here to learn to think like military men.

“Uniform write-ups are also a problem. You are required to maintain your uniforms in a clean, pressed, fully repaired state, and some of you are failing to do so. While the failures given during inspections have dropped from the first few days, infractions are still being turned up by the sergeant. You have charts! How can you not have your rooms together? It is obvious that the military way of doing things is just not important to some of you. That will change. From now on, you will be on time when you’re required to be somewhere and when you get there, you must be in the uniform of the day and it must be properly worn!

“I’ve taken steps to nip this is the bud. Twelve of you will each receive the maximum one-day total of strokes from the sergeants. I leave the choice of instrument up to them. If you become a repeat offender and reach twenty demerits again, your punishment will be double. If there is a third set of demerits at that level, you will be restricted to your room when not in class or on the parade grounds,
and
you will receive thirty punishment strokes.