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Chapter 6


Passing through the gateway, walking behind the great General Zaphara in amongst his troop of men, I felt a huge sense of euphoria wash over me. Yay! No more early morning wake up calls. No more boring marching practises. And no more damn annoying Commander Jake to piss me off… well, at least not for a few weeks, at any rate!

Oh, I couldn’t believe that the gods had been kind to me for once, and had detained everyone until I got there. Normally, with my stupid luck, I would have gotten to the parade ground and found it empty, deserted. Today was looking like it was going to be a very rare, lucky day for me.

I glanced up nervously at the tall pair of soldiers marching in front of me, only too aware of the equally tall pair of soldiers marching behind me. All of them were powerfully built, their triceps and biceps bulging and straining. I gazed at them with apprehension, and also a touch of jealousy too. I really hoped I looked like them one day.

Huh! But judging by my puny frame, it was going to take me years to get anywhere near to their physical perfection. And that was if I could stand the course! Even at this gentle jog we were keeping, I could feel myself getting a little short of breath, and the straps of my backpack were beginning to rub.

“Bath or shower?”

I looked blankly at the boy jogging next to me. The button boy. He was taller than me. Not by much, about a head or so taller. His eyes matched the colour of his short brown hair, and I looked in envy at the way his muscles had developed. I always seemed to pull the short straws in life. It was so unfair.

“Bath or shower?” he repeated again, smiling. “Which do you prefer?”

“Ummm, depends,” I answered. What a stupid question!

“On what?” he pressed.

“On how much time I have,” I replied.

“Oh, so you do like having a bath then?” he said, grinning at me. “Do you use bubbles?”

“NO!” I denied quickly, feeling my cheeks redden. “Of course I don’t.” Of course, I did… but there was no way I was telling my bathroom secrets to him. He just grinned wider, and winked at me. I frowned at him… why would he do that?

“Cat or dog?” Another random, stupid question. I guessed he was just making small talk, to help our journey go quicker. Well, if it helped to take my mind off my chaffing shoulders, I was game.

“Dog,” I said.

Someone ran past us, a very large, muscled bound someone. He turned his head to look in our direction as he passed by. I was quite taken aback by the sight of the mans grey blue eyes. They were huge, and girly looking, and so out of character with the rest of what I saw of him. Then, just as suddenly, he was gone, continuing onwards and upwards towards the front of the troop, up towards where General Zaphara was.

“You know who that is, don’t you?” the boy next to me whispered, in a conspiratorial tone of voice. I didn’t have a clue, so I shook my head. “That’s first class soldier, Lieutenant Pike… our leader's boyfriend!” he informed me, knowledgably.

“Boyfriend?” Intrigued, I turned to look forward, trying to peer in between the massive bodies in front of me, trying to get a glimpse of the General and his ‘boyfriend’ together. But all I caught were occasional flashes of long, silver hair, or the back of Lieutenant Pikes bald head……

I don’t know why, but I was amazed that someone like the General would choose a man for a lover… and such a beefy, meaty man at that! Lieutenant Pike certainly wasn’t someone I envisioned the General making love to. Although, what would I know about it?… Me, someone who had never, ever, even had a lover!

Although, I had gotten close, once, to one of the local girls. She had actually let me touch her, below the waist! But I had blown my big chance of being with a girl… by giggling. Oh, I still felt the shame of that night, even now. I don’t know what came over me, why I couldn’t do the things that she was begging me to do to her…. I guess it was because I could hear the cautionary words of my mother echoing in my ears…. ‘Son, you NEVER touch a young lady….not unless you love her, and are prepared to marry her if she falls pregnant.’… I certainly didn’t ‘love’ the young girl I was with that night, and I definitely had no intention of marrying her….

So I guess it was the voice of my mother, ringing round and round in my head, that had stopped me from discovering the joy of losing my virginity that night….‘Don’t do it son….Don’t do it son’……

A sharp nudge in my side snapped me out of my morose thoughts.

“Looks like they’ve had a lovers tiff. I just saw General Zaphara slap at Lieutenant Pikes arm,” the boy told me. How the hell had he seen that? Even straining on my tip-toes, I couldn’t see past the man-wall in front of me.

“Utt… No… it’s alright…. They’ve made up! Zaphara’s smiling at him now.”

We jogged along in silence for while, until…

“Favourite colour?”

I sighed, resigning myself to another round of his stupid question and answer game. Why would he want to know what my favourite colour was?….What I liked to eat for breakfast in the morning…..Or even what I preferred to wear in bed?….My mind raced at that question. Should I tell him the truth, that I preferred to sleep naked?…Or should I lie?….But I didn’t like lying. I’d never been any good at it anyway, my face always seemed to give me away.

“You sleep in the buff, don’t you?” he said grinning, guessing anyway. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you in on a little secret…….SO DO I!” He looked at me for a long time. Even though I kept my face staring forward, I could feel his eyes upon me. I thought that, at any minute, he would trip over if he didn’t watch where he was going!

“Favourite season?”

“Spring.”

“Something you always wanted to be?”

“A soldier”

“Name of your boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend…..” I stuttered indignantly, turning now to look at him.

“Nooooo?” I wasn’t sure about the weird look on his face as he said it.

Luckily for me, the ones in front seemed to have upped the pace of our jog, and soon we were both too tired just trying to keep up to continue talking to one another. I wondered how long I could maintain the faster pace, my calf muscles were beginning to kill me.

“Want me to carry your pack for you?” the boy asked, still grinning despite the gruelling run we were doing. “Looks like you’re struggling a bit there.”

“I can……manage,” I panted out through a dry mouth. God, I needed a drink! I could feel my heart pounding, my head felt fuzzy…..and the straps of my backpack seemed to burn into my shoulders. But I was determined to prove myself worthy of being asked here on this mission. Someone had faith in me, and I wasn’t going to let that person down.

Finally!

At last, we were able to stop the mad march, the troop pulling up before a couple of military trucks that appeared to be waiting for us. I was sweating buckets, and could feel my clothing sticking to my back. I looked up at the burning sky, taking my cap off to wipe the sweat out of my eyes. I really, really, needed a bath.

The huge ranks of men in front of me broke apart, affording me a view of my General and his lover, and I watched as the big, burly man offered the General his water flask, licking at my lips a little, wishing he were offering it to me. I continued to watch, bemused, as the General refused his offer, pushing him away and walking off, leaving the big man looking like a heart-broken child, staring after him.

Ha! The dark haired boy had been wrong! They hadn’t made up, like he’d thought they had. The General was obviously still very annoyed, and I wondered what had been the cause of their argument.

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CHAPTER 7


I stormed off towards the awaiting vehicles. The two drivers jumped out immediately at my approach, giving the required stance and salute that befitted my rank.

“Sir,” they chorused, awaiting my orders.

I eyed them. Both were fine specimens of men, not as physically fit as any of my own hand-picked troop, but good looking in their own right, none the less. The taller of the two, Shears, had short, pale red hair, and freckles. He also had a small stud earring in his left ear. Unauthorised, no doubt. I would have to take him to task about that later. The other man, Wells, had dark hair, which he had loosely tied back from his sharp featured face in a pony-tail. His eyes were hid by dark sunglasses. Both men appeared a little nervous at my approach, as well they might, the scowl I was wearing.

“At ease men,” I ordered, my tension with Pike slowly abating as I began the customary habit of checking over both vehicles, wasting time with an idle inspection of the interior of the motors. A waste of time because I’d already decided which vehicle I was taking, Shears. Of the two, I knew he was the better, safer driver. And I wanted to ensure my little cadet reached first camp in one piece, didn’t I?

Thinking of the boy, I leaned back against the side of my chosen transport, folded my arms across my chest, and tried to appear as if I were bored, while all the while my eyes were scanning the group of men just a little way away from me, until my eyes settled on the one I wanted, the one I needed...badly. The one I yearned for...desperately.

He was sitting cross-legged upon the hard baked mud floor, fanning himself with his cap. He had taken off his military jacket, and had undone several of the buttons of his shirt. My eyes were drawn and held to the patch of smooth chest that showed in the small gap each time he moved his hand back and forth, watching mesmerized as the cloth twitched slightly with each sway of his hand. I ached to go across to him, to undo the rest of his buttons, to slide the shirt down over his slender shoulders and pull it from his arms, to lay him back against the ground, to position myself on top of his lean body, and cup him within my hand, kissing his soft lips as I teased him with my fingers...

My eyes narrowed as Pike appeared to approach him. But he veered off at the last minute, casting a hesitant glance in my direction. I smiled back at him innocently, giving a small wave of my hand. He’d better stay away from the boy, or a little slap on the arm would be the least of his problems.

“AAHHHHH...”

The shrill scream startled us all, and I had pushed myself away from the truck ready to face the enemy before the sound of laughter convinced me that we weren’t under attack. Although, thinking about it, who would dare have the guts to attack a troop of 1st Class soldiers? Especially with me among them!

All eyes were now fastened upon the source of the commotion. The brown haired mongrel was standing beside the young cadet, a hand holding his stomach as he laughed, tears streaming down his face. In his other hand he held a large, empty jug.

The little blond had risen to his knees, utter shock on his face. His head and upper body were dripping wet, his hair plastered down around his delectable face. The cold water that had been tipped over him made his clothing cling to him like a second skin, and his firm nipples pushed out against the thin fabric of his shirt. Oh, to bite down hard on those little beauties...

“What the…… That was fucking freezing you stupid...”

More laughter, this time from several of my men, and the soaked youngster lunged and attacked the laughing boy that stood over him, grabbing him around his waist in a bear hug and pulling him down to the floor, wrestling with him, and trying to rub the laughing face in the now wet mud beneath them.

Oh god, but he was even more beautiful when he was angry!

His blue eyes flashed, and his nostrils flared. I was going to have to take him like that, fighting me, punching and kicking, biting and scratching, as if he were trying desperately to protect and hold on to his virginity.

I would pin him to the floor, holding his hands fast above his head with one of my own. I would lower my mouth towards his, pushing my tongue against, and past, his resisting lips, while I thrust myself against him, forcing his legs apart with my knee, and ripping at his clothing with my other hand. I would pull his pants from his thrashing limbs, and release him from the confines of his underwear. Still holding tightly to his hands, I would lower my head down and encompass his entire length within my mouth, sucking on him until he became aroused, until the fight in him died. Then I would...

A circle of tall, muscular bodies suddenly shielded the two grappling boys from my sight, snatching away the vision of my fantasy. I heard the roaring and the cheering of the onlookers, as they watched the two cadets continue to fight each other, none bothering to intervene, none bothering to break it up.

I couldn’t see what was happening! What if that filthy mongrel was hurting my little cadet? I raced towards the tight circle, pushing my way through, just as a loud cheer rose up through the ranks of watching men.

Aspen was on his back, helplessly held fast to the floor by the brown haired boy straddled upon his upper body. The little cadet’s chest was heaving, and his eyes sparked with anger and frustration. The mongrel’s eyes just sparkled with lust, even I could see that. He grinned at the helpless boy beneath him, saying something, and then, as if in slow motion, he began to lower his head down, down towards the slightly parted mouth below him. Aspen began bucking his body, twisting and turning, trying to throw the other from atop him. The men began cheering again.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I yelled, never surprised that the sound of my voice silenced all others. The laughter stopped, the cheering stopped, and the fighting stopped.

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLDIERS!” I roared, treating them all to a look of utter disgust. They dropped their heads in shame, just as I knew they would. Bah……so bloody predictable.

The mongrel got quickly to his feet, offering his hand to the blond. I was pleased to see the boy push it away, standing up on his own, glancing at me but for the briefest moment, before he lowered his eyes to the floor, his pretty face a rosy shade of crimson.

I turned to glare at my troop of men, keeping silent. Leave it awhile, I thought, let them all squirm a bit longer. MAKE THEM SUFFER!...

The men began to shuffle their feet, and a few murmurings of ‘Sorry Sir’ could be heard.

“Break-time’s over. Get to the vehicles, all of you...NOW!” I spat. Oh yes, delivered with just the right amount of authority, just the right amount of scorn!

“And you...” I said, grabbing the mongrel by his lapels as he passed by me, hauling him up close to my face, his feet dangling in mid air. “You get in the same truck as me. I’m going to be keeping an eye on you,” I warned him, satisfied at the way he gulped, at the way in which his big brown eyes widened in fear. I let him go, dropping him like the trash he was onto the floor. He picked himself up, running quickly to catch up with the others, to try and distance himself from me and my anger.

I watched, amused, as they all made their way to the trucks. Not a word was spoken. My amusement dried up as I saw Pike about to climb into the front seat of the vehicle I had already pre-chosen.

“Pike!” I called, striding forward quickly. He turned to me with an expectant look upon his face. “You take the other one,” I ordered, simply. His face fell, but without a word, he climbed back out, and made his way to the front of the opposite truck, while the men began piling into the backs quickly, sitting along the side benches, glad of the shade that the canopy covers above their heads, provided.

Taking my place at the front of my chosen vehicle, next to Shears, I twisted in my seat to see where Aspen had gotten to. I couldn’t see him. I had presumed he would be with the mongrel, who had already parked himself down on the bench behind me. But all I saw was a moving wall of green clad muscle men, climbing into the truck and sitting quietly.

Then I saw him. He was at the rear of the other truck, being pushed and jostled by the larger men, as they forced him out of the way, shoving him to the back of the queue, making sure he knew his place, as far as they were concerned. I knew where his place was...and it certainly wasn’t at the back of a queue...

Finally the truck he was trying to get into was full, and the blond was stood outside, on his own, and I smiled, knowing he had no other choice but to make his way back, to me. I watched, as he trudged reluctantly across the small gap separating the two vehicles, keeping his head lowered, dragging his backpack along behind him on the floor.

He looked into the back of the truck, with dismay written all over his face. There was nowhere for him to sit in here either.

Oh Aspen, as long as I have a face, you’ll have somewhere to sit...

I was just about to call out to him, to tell him to make his way up to the front of the vehicle, when another voice beat me to it.

“Hey, come on, you can fit your little butt in here,” I heard the mongrel say. I cast an angry glare at the impudent pup, and saw him trying to squeeze up to make room on the bench beside himself.

The squeal of tyres, and a haze of dust indicated that Wells had pulled away. Now realising there was no other option available to him, other than being left here alone in the heat, the blond quickly scrambled into the back. His large eyes caught mine watching him, and I saw the blue orbs flash with unease and apprehension.

I opened my mouth and was just about to offer him the comfort of sitting next to me, when Shears slammed the accelerator down, causing the boy to pitch backwards. A hand shot out and grabbed him. The dark haired boy, pulling him down into the safety of the truck, pulling him down onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around Aspen’s tiny waist and pinioning him tightly to his chest.

“Whoa...Steady there! Can’t afford to go losing you, can we, Sweetie?”

Sweetie?

I slapped Shears across the back of his head, angry at him for the abrupt start. He looked at me, wondering what he had done wrong, slowing the truck down slightly.

“Stop, you bloody fool,” I ordered, brashly. He did so immediately, bringing his foot down hard on the brake, causing everyone to jerk abruptly forward this time. I gritted my teeth.

“Thanks to your stupidity, we almost lost one of Commander Jake’s cadets. Would you be the one he’d fucking blame, if anything had happened to him?” I yelled, angrily. Shears looked back miserably towards the men sitting in the rear. I turned to look at them too. All eyes were upon me, waiting to see what I would do next. His eyes bored into mine. He looked like a frightened animal, caught within the arms of a predator. Well, I would be the one to free him!

“You Boy...Get up here, in the front with me. Where it’s...safer.”

The little blond cadet pulled out of the hands that held him, and scrambled from the truck, walking towards the front, his face blushing red, his beautiful eyes looking downwards at the ground. I opened the door for him, scooting over and patting the space beside me. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I tried!

“Sir...Thank you Sir,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the damn floor as he climbed in, slamming the door closed. I could feel the heat from his thighs as they pressed against my own within the narrow space we were in. His long, slim, slender thighs,thighs that really needed to be pried open, and kissed on the inside, and...

My gloved hand reached out, and I placed it gently upon his knee, which was slightly shaking. I gave it a squeeze, wanting nothing more than to slide my hand up,up,up... He raised his face, and turned those wonderfully amazing blue eyes of his upon me. His bottom lip was quivering.

Oh god yeah...he wanted me so badly!

A cough, and I withdrew my hand quickly from the blonds knee, suddenly remembering I was in a truck full of soldiers, not the ideal place for a ravishing...

“Would it be okay to go now, Sir?” Shears asked, coughing nervously again, one finger drumming impatiently on the steering wheel. I didn’t want to ‘go’ anywhere. I was enjoying the closeness of the boy, my fingertips still tingling from where I had touched him.

“Sir?”

I gave a deep sigh. I didn’t want to get to first camp quickly, I didn’t want to let the boy out of reach of my touch...not yet!

“It’s not a fucking race you know, Shears……Take your time.”

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Chapter 8


I was absolutely boiling after that quick march we had just done, and oh fuck, I so desperately needed a drink of water. I watched as Lieutenant Pike came towards us, his face still showing the hurt he felt at the brush-off he’d just gotten from the General. My dry tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth as I thought of how he’d offered his water bottle to his lover. An offer I couldn’t believe had been refused!

“Fifteen minute rest break men,” he snapped, before walking off. Looking around me, at all the other men, it seemed I was the only one struggling to cope in this stifling heat. Even the brown haired boy hadn’t broken out into much of a sweat, whereas me, the stuff seemed to be just pouring off my body.

Opening my flask, I drank greedily, glad of the soothing, cooling water as it hit my burning mouth and throat. I dropped onto the hard floor, panting. I really needed to sit down, before I fell down. Even after gulping the entire contents of my water bottle, I still felt I was going to pass out if I got any hotter. There was no shade around anywhere, nowhere to get out of the merciless heat and cool off.

Not caring whether or not it was against regulations, I took off my heavy jacket, and laid it on the floor beside me, folding it up neatly first. Undoing a couple of buttons on my shirt, I fanned myself with my cap, relishing the feel of the fresher air the action generated. I closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the cooler breeze as it brushed against my hot skin, totally unaware of the others around me, totally oblivious of someone creeping up behind me, until….

I cried out in shock, as freezing water was poured over my head, catching my breath at the coldness of it. Then I heard laughter. Turning, I saw ‘button boy’, holding himself as he laughed at me, a large, and now very empty pitcher, at his side.

“What the……That was fucking freezing you stupid……” I yelled. I couldn’t help myself. My hair was drenched, my clothes were saturated, and all he could do was stand there and laugh at me?

“Oh god,” he sputtered. “Oh god……The look on your face….That was so fucking funny.”

Funny? Who the hell was he kidding? What was so funny about soaking me in ice cold water? Why would he do that? What was wrong with him?

Gradually, I became aware that he wasn’t the only one stood laughing at me. My yelp had been heard by others in the troop. Several heads turned to look at me, and as soon as they saw the state I was in, their laughter joined with his. Because of what he’d done to me, I had become an object of ridicule!

Suddenly I saw red, and without stopping to think about what I was doing, I lunged at him. I just felt so hurt, so betrayed. I had thought he was a friend!……

But, I guess he was no better than a number of others back at the barracks, ones who had nothing better to do in their free time other than make fun of me, to scoff at my attempts to try and become a soldier.

All the anger I felt towards them, I channelled into hurting him. I managed to get him to the floor, throwing a few good punches at him, before I realized something….. He was stronger than me!

I thought I was doing well too, until I suddenly felt myself being flipped over. He straddled himself across my chest, easily pinning me down on my back. It hardly took him any effort to do it either. I was panting, and the weight of him sitting upon me pressed the air from my lungs, and pushed my spine into the hard floor, the sharp little stones and pebbles beneath me digging into my skin.

I realised I was totally helpless, unable to move……and I also became aware of something else. We were now the focus of attention for the entire troop! During our tussle, they had formed a circle around us…and were now calling and cheering, wanting the fight to continue.

“Get the fuck off me,” I hissed, glaring at the gloating boy above me. He just laughed again, grinning down at me. Although my ears were pounding with the sound of my thudding heartbeat, I still heard some of the comments made by the heckling men.

“See?….I told you the brunette one was going to win.”

“Aw fuck! I thought for sure the cute looking blonde would have put up more of a fight than that!”

Someone thought that I hadn’t tried?….How could he think that?

“Perhaps the pretty boy didn’t put up much of a fight, because he wanted to end up beneath his little lover boy,” one laughed.

“Yeah….I bet that’s a position he loves being in,” jeered another, his remark causing the others to make more lewd comments about me.

I shook my head vigorously from side to side, trying to enforce upon them my denial….NOOOOOOOO…..My face was burning with shame and humiliation. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Well, I think the winner should claim his prize….” a voice rang out. “Go on….Take a kiss from your little ‘girlfriend’ …you can see he’s gagging for it!” A riotous cheer went up.

The boy on top of me smiled at the men….then he turned to me, beaming like a fool.

“Would you like that? Would you like for me to kiss you?”

NO! …….I fucking would NOT!…….

I just glared up at him, anger and confusion robbing me of speech. Why would they tell him to kiss me? Why would he even WANT to kiss me? That was just sick! My reply was to give him the most evil stare I could muster.

“Well….It doesn’t matter. I’m going to kiss you anyway, and I won’t stop until you do like it!”

At first, I thought he was just larking about, showing off in front of the others….proud of the fact that he had proven he was stronger than me. But then, to my horror, he placed his hands either side of my head, and he started to lean down towards me. As he neared my face, he paused, staring straight into my eyes, a serious look coming over his features, his smile disappearing…..

“You…..You do know how much I like you, don’t you?…..I’m claiming you as my boyfriend Aspen. And this….This is going to be our first kiss.”

He closed his eyes. He closed his fucking eyes… and started coming towards my face once again, as the men around us cheered him on to do it. I panicked…..I had to get him off me. I didn’t want him kissing me….I didn’t want him touching me. But he held me fast beneath him.

With renewed vigour, I did everything I could to throw him off. I tried twisting and turning….I tried bucking and kicking. Nothing worked. Still he advanced towards me. I felt demoralized, as angry tears of frustration begin welling up in my eyes.

Oh God……Help me!…

“What the fuck is going on here?”…….. Everyone suddenly seemed to freeze.

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLDIERS!”

The sound of the General’s angry voice seemed to ricochet off the now silent wall of human flesh. The boy on top of me quickly stood up, holding out his hand. I slapped it away. He’d be lucky if I ever spoke to him again!

I scrambled to my feet, grateful for the Generals timely intervention. He had answered my prayers….I couldn’t believe it. I felt so indebted to him. I looked at him, and saw he was staring straight at me. I dropped my face. I didn’t want him to see me with tears in my eyes. I felt a big enough fool as it was!

Then I wondered……What would the General do to us for fighting? He would probably question each of us, wanting to know who had thrown the first punch. I would have to be honest with him. As much as I disliked the dark haired boy, it was me who had instigated the fight. My heart sank, as I realised he had the power to send me back to the barracks, back to Commander Jake, in disgrace.

“Break-time’s over….Get to the vehicles….All of you…..NOW!”

I didn’t know what to do! He wasn’t going to punish us? Should I still own up anyway? ….. The angry tone of his voice, and the way in which the others hurried to carry out his order made my decision for me. If he were going to punish us, he’d do it when he was ready, and not before. I decided to hold my silence, until I was asked to explain!

As I bent down to pick up, and dust off my jacket, I saw the General grab my provoker, his normally unruffled face contorting into a snarl as he easily lifted the brown haired boy bodily off the ground. And feeling glad that I had escaped his angry attention for now, I quickly sped towards the trucks with the other men… praying that I didn’t feel his hand on the scruff of my neck, hauling me backwards and up off my feet, glaring at me with that same look of disgust and contempt.

I reached the small truck unscathed and waited in line, as the others slowly climbed in. A hand brushed along my lower back, and I spun around quickly, my heart in my mouth, thinking the General had finally caught up to me. But it was ‘button boy’ again, the grin back on his stupid face. General Zaphara walked past quickly, ignoring me, and got into the front of the truck I was stood beside.

The boy beside me touched me again. “Hey, Aspen…Come on…” he said, his fingers tugging at my clothing as he pushed forward. I pulled harshly from his grip. “I have to get in this one….Get in with me.” He wanted me to sit next to him? Like fuck I would.

Turning, I stomped off towards the other truck, wanting to stay as far away from him as possible….But, as soon as I got there, I began to wish I hadn’t, as the men began pushing and mocking me.

“Will you look at this…. The pretty little ‘girl’ wants to sit in with us.”

“What’s the matter?….You and your little lover boy rowed already?“

“Come here sweetheart. Let me show you what a real mans got between his legs…You’ll love it!”

They laughed, as the last one pushed me out of the way, taking the only remaining seat inside.

Oh crap! I felt my heart sink as I looked back dismally towards the truck ‘he’ was in. I had no choice. I had to make my way back over there.

With the sound of catcalls and wolf-whistles following me, I made my way across, dragging my backpack forlornly behind me, slowly approaching the vehicle with trepidation.

Still, I thought a little brightly….One good thing…..At least I wouldn’t be sitting right next to ‘button boy’ …… At least I’d be near the back door.

That happy thought lifted me, until I looked into the back of the truck…and saw that there was nowhere to sit in here either. The huge men seemed to fill the space on the benches to capacity. Even ‘button boy’ looked uncomfortable, wedged up against the front seat and the hard body of the soldier next to him. He looked at me, and began shuffling along the seat as much as he could…..

“Hey, come on…you can fit your little butt in here,” he said, trying to make room on the bench beside him.

I glanced back towards the other truck…maybe I could still try squeezing in that one?…But even as the thought crossed my mind, it had started up and pulled away. Now there was no other options available to me, I had to get into this one.

Tossing my back pack in first… I clambered in…. And saw General Zaphara staring at me….an angry look on his face. Oh great….First he catches me fighting….and now I’m delaying his departure. I had the feeling I wasn’t going to last much longer on this mission!

As soon as I had gotten my feet into the truck, the driver put his foot down hard on the accelerator. Totally unprepared for the movement, I lost my balance and felt myself toppling backwards, almost tumbling out of the gaping back door….I threw out my arms ….And breathed a huge sigh of relief as a strong grip caught hold of me……pulling me back safely into the truck….pulling me down to sit………..ON BUTTON BOYS LAP….

“Whoa……Steady there! Can’t afford to go losing you, can we, Sweetie.”

……SWEETIE?

As soon as I realised who had grabbed me, I tried to pull away….but he’d wrapped his arms around me and locked them together, trapping me within his tight embrace. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck….and I squirmed, trying to get off him….I’d sit on the floor, anywhere, just to be away from him….Then I heard him whisper in my ear….

“Oh god….Stop it baby….You’re making me so hard….Can you feel it?”

For a moment, I stopped moving, as my shocked brain slowly registered what he’d said….Then, to my utter horror…I felt it… I felt him…..Hard as rock beneath my ass, he was thrusting himself inconspicuously up against me. Christ, I had to get away from him… before anyone noticed what he was doing. I tried desperately to pull his fingers apart, as the swaying of the truck seemed to make the contact of him against me seem even closer.

Suddenly, the truck lurched forward…before coming to an abrupt halt. I heard General Zaphara cussing the driver about something…I wasn’t taking too much notice, still trying desperately to escape the clutches of the boy…. Until I heard his voice raise into a shout. Then I looked up… a little afraid at the depth of anger in his voice.

He was staring into the back of the truck, and I knew, I just knew, that it had to have been me that had pissed him off, put him in this foul mood.

Please don’t send me back… please don’t send me back… That’s all I could think of, as I looked into his cold, emerald green eyes…I didn’t want to return to the barracks. I would try so much harder not to cause any more trouble, even if it meant I had to sit here quietly and let ‘button boy’……… I shuddered.

“You Boy…..Get up here, in the front with me. Where it’s safer.”

For a moment I froze. How did the General know I was in peril? Then I realized that the tight hold ‘button boy’ had on me had loosened, and I grabbed the opportunity the general had gifted me with to bolt from his arms. Grabbing at my backpack, I scrambled out as quickly as I could, hardly daring to believe my luck.

For the second time today, General Zaphara had saved me from the boy. I couldn’t believe it….the great General, coming to my rescue again….like a knight in shining armour. No wonder Lieutenant Pike was so enamoured with him.

As I walked along the side of the truck, up towards the front, I thought back to the first time, just moments earlier. Me, laying prone on my back…..Him, standing there, so erect…so tall. His voice so forceful…so masterful. I recalled the way his green eyes had sparkled, the way his lips had compressed into a snarl…and I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have his lips pressed hard against my own.

Oh my god! I couldn’t believe I’d just thought something like that…and about my General too!

I felt myself blushing…and dropped my head shamefully to the floor. I didn’t want anyone to see my face….They’d know, they’d know straight away what it was I had been thinking.

He pushed open the side door for me, sliding back along the seat and giving me room to sit. I climbed in, tossing my backpack to the floor and slammed the door shut, keeping my eyes fixed to the small rubber mat beneath my feet.

“Sir…Thank you Sir,“ I said, gnawing at my inner lip, afraid to look at him…afraid he would know what I had been thinking. And even though I could feel him staring at me, I couldn’t bring myself to return his gaze.

‘BUTTON BOY’….This was all his fault! It was because of him the general was angry at me now. And boy, was he angry! Angry enough to shout…to raise his normally calm, controlled voice and bellow in rage against his men. Angry because I couldn’t control my temper. Angry because I had stupidly almost fallen out of the truck!

God, why was I so… useless?

Was he, even now, thinking up the report he would give me to hand in to Commander Jake when he ordered me to leave, telling him of what a complete and utter failure I had turned out to be? Was he, even now, regretting having ever allowed me to accompany him on this mission?

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand falling upon my knee…a large, gloved hand…… His hand. Was it now? Was it now that he was going to tell me of my dismissal? Was he trying to be gentle about it?

I gulped back the tears that threatened to choke me, turning pleading eyes toward him, biting down hard on my lip, to stop it from trembling. He stared at me, his deep emerald orbs piercing into mine.

Please let him see how much I wanted to stay.

His fingers gently squeezed my knee. His way, I guess of preparing me for the bad news he was about to give me.

“Ahem… Would it be okay to go now, Sir?” the driver asked.

The General removed his hand. I wondered why I felt disappointed at the loss of contact.

“Sir?” The driver seemed in a hurry to go. General Zaphara gave a deep sigh, as if he were making up his mind about something. I swear I heard a hint of resignation in the generals voice as he gave permission for the driver to continue.

I took a deep breath. At least, despite everything, it seemed that I had made it to first camp.

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Chapter 9

Each little hump and bump in the road that Shears hit, caused me to push and jostle up against the soft young body beside me. And I was in heaven! Every time that our arms and legs, our hips, even our knees made the briefest of contact with one another, I felt a thrill of electricity rush through my body, and head straight to my groin. I cast my eyes down towards my crotch, smiling at the bulge forming there.

Shears’ gaze was fixed firmly on the road ahead…he’d have had my fist in his face if it wasn’t. But the boys eyes….I wanted him to notice what I was offering. I wanted to see his beautiful blue orbs turn starry with lust for me, when he looked upon the size of the gift I had waiting.

I glanced at him. He still had his head lowered, seemingly fascinated with something on the floor. He didn’t look up, and he didn’t look to either side. I needed to attract his attention.

I shifted my ass forward a little in the seat, positioning myself more on the edge, exposing my hard-on for the boy to glimpse. As I had hoped, my movement caused him to instinctively look to see what I was doing, and I watched, a smile on my face, as his eyes fell for a moment upon my erection. Admittedly, he only looked for a second or two, before he quickly turned his head away again… But, he had looked!

I stole another peek at him. He was now staring out of the window of the door, his face turned from me so that I couldn’t see his expression. His body was tense and rigid, and I noticed the tiny tremors his knee was making, and the way his fisted hand was trying to hold the shaking limb still. He was excited!

At the next bump we hit, I deliberately opened my legs wider, making sure to ‘accidentally’ knock his knee a little harder. The smile I had on my face waiting to greet him with turned into a scowl, as the response I expected from him didn’t happen. Instead of jumping straight into my lap, and grinding his little ass down upon my rampant shaft… he moved away from me.

He actually shifted his body as close to the door as he could, making a cold gap in between us, closing his legs tight and folding his hands in his lap like he was some damn innocent little maiden about to be violated. And he kept his pretty face fixed looking out the window…. Was he testing me?

I was flummoxed for a few seconds. This wasn’t the reaction I had been expecting. I had hoped the boy would have had his little fist securely wrapped around my cock by now….I had thought that he would be licking his lips in anticipation of knowing where his next meal was coming from.
Instead, I had the ice queen sat beside me.

Just turn around and look at it, damn it! What?….Was he waiting for me to get it out and waggle it in front of his face?

Ah…

Slowly, realization set in… The boy was just playing hard to get! I smiled again, knowingly. He wanted a little verbal foreplay before introducing himself to my stiff member. Ok… I could do that. I could play along with him…for a while.

“Aspen… An unusual name,” I commented. He barely turned his head as he mumbled a…‘yes sir.’

Aspen….Aspen….Aspen……

I could say his name all day and not tire of it. It was a unique name, a beautiful name. A name that rolled so eloquently off the tongue. I wanted to know if his name still sounded as good when I screamed it out loud in ecstasy….. When I pushed myself deep inside him and released my hot seed within his luscious body.

“Had any trouble settling in?” I asked the back of his head.

“No Sir.”

“And you’re keeping up with your studies?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Not finding it all too difficult?”

“No Sir.”

Yes Sir…No Sir….What was wrong with the boy? It was almost as if he were afraid of me. What possible reason could he have to be afraid of me? I wasn’t going to hurt him. I was going to kiss him, yes….. I was going to suck and bite at his nipples, definitely…. I was going to slam his body down to the floor, and push his legs up as high as they’d go…. And I was going to shove myself in as hard, and as far up into his ass as I could, without lubrication…….

Okay…..that might hurt, a bit….But surely what I wanted to do to him was nothing that Jake hadn’t already done?

Jake……

The reason for the boy’s reluctance was suddenly becoming clear. Jake had warned his little cadet not to lose his heart to me! Ah… how wonderful! The boy was just trying to stay faithful to his lover…. Oh, the sweet bliss….It was going to be all the more pleasurable when I took the little blond now, when he found himself unable to resist me…When he found himself willingly falling into my arms and opening his legs wide to me.

But, a little niggle of self-doubt still lingered in my mind. What if….What if the boy….just didn’t….fancy me? Could he really be the first one, ever, that found me…..unattractive? Hard to believe, I know….But it could be possible.

I had to know…I had to find out if this was simply him being coy….Or if he really, genuinely, wasn’t interested in me. I decided to try a test…..

“So… Commander Jake… Has he… ‘instructed’ you how to behave while you’re here… with me?”

The boy didn’t need to reply to my question…his face told me everything I needed to know. As soon as I had mentioned Jake’s name, his little head had shot round to face me, his eyes taking on a pleading look that almost made my heart melt. So, I had been right…..Jake had warned his little cadet against me…..

As if that was going to stop me from trying it on with the boy!

Jake should have known better…..He was a fool if he thought his playmate was safe from me. Just because he had given an order to his little fuck-toy to keep his pants up, didn’t mean I couldn’t try to get them down!

Now I knew for certain that the blond wasn’t abhorrent towards me personally, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to break through his fragile barriers….wear down any of the weak and feeble protestations he’d make. By tonight, he would be laying beneath me in my bunk, thrusting his hips up against me as I slipped my hardness into him, wrapping those perfect legs of his around my waist and allowing me to pound into him in a way Jake could never dream possible. Tonight, I would show him such exhilaration, Jake would never be able to satisfy him again!

“Sir? I’ll try so hard to be good….You won’t be disappointed with me, I swear….” He almost whispered the words. I had to lean towards him a little to hear what he was saying, his lips trembled so much!

I was captivated by the soft expression in his eyes, by the way his lips were parted slightly. So tempting…so irresistible. My own lips yearned to touch his.

I leaned in closer……

And nearly lost my head through the windshield as Shears slammed on the brakes once again and brought the truck to a halt.

“We’re here, Sir,” he announced, as if I needed to be informed that we had reached our destination for the night.

“I thought I fucking told you to take your time?” I shouted, turning to face Shears, the scowl on my face plain to see. So close….I had been so close…and this moron had to go and stop the damn truck right at the crucial moment. I so badly needed to hurt him. I raised my hand, and ripped the earring he had in his earlobe completely out.

“And this is against regulations,” I stormed, tossing the offending jewel at him as he quickly held his hand up against his torn and bloodied lobe, not uttering a word or a sound, in either pain or complaint. If he had dared, I would have hurt him some more, and he knew that.

The men had already started scrambling out of the vehicles, and the boy was no exception, gathering up his backpack from the floor and vacating his place by my side as if his damn ass were on fire. I sat and watched as he ran away from me, a smile beginning to play upon my face…..

Because I knew, come morning, his delectable little ass would most definitely be burning!

“Give me a moment Sir, and I’ll have the kettle brewing in no time,” Shears informed me, as he too got out of the truck, preparing to continue his duties towards me as chauffeur and valet. I watched for awhile, as he put up the simple sun canopy for me, snapping open my lounge chair in the newly acquired shade of the parasol, and unfolding the small table I would use as my desk. When everything was ready for me, then and only then, did I leave my seat in the hot truck, and go and sit in my comfy chair under the cool shade he had provided for me.

“Go and clean up your damn ear, Shears….You’re dripping blood everywhere,” I snapped, as he hovered over me, placing my teacup and saucer on the table, fussing with the sugar and milk.

“Yes Sir…Thank you Sir,” he said, as he backed away quickly, heading for one of the first-aid boxes that was always kept in the dashboard of the trucks.

All around me, in the heat of the late afternoon sun, the men were busy assembling the tents we would be sleeping in tonight. My tent would be the first one put up…standard procedure. After all, I was the most important person here.

I watched, as one by one, my big burly army of soldiers stripped off to the waist in the heat…their bulging muscles and hairy flesh glistening with sweat. I let my eyes linger a moment, enjoying watching their perfectly formed physiques as they hammered the ties and posts of our temporary accommodation into the hard ground using all their power, strength and brute force. Their crafted bodies truly were works of art.

But then, a masterpiece of pure perfection walked across my line of vision…

His spiky blond locks had lost none of its sharpness, despite the heat and humidity, and his deep blue eyes sparkled, putting the shine of the sun to shame. Like the others, he too had discarded his upper clothing, and he worked semi naked, helping to erect our sleeping quarters. I felt myself becoming erect, as I sat and watched him through half closed lids. His beauty shone with such brilliance, it hurt my eyes just to look at him. But I would suffer anything to gaze at his exquisiteness…to drink in the loveliness of his face….to applaud the magnificence of his bare upper torso, with his tiny little rosebud nipples…. to admire the perfect roundness and swell of his firm young buttocks…..as he bent over to hammer in yet another tent-peg …

“Sir…its erected.”

Started by the stealthy approach of Shears at my shoulder, I instinctively looked down at my hard-on, quickly wrapping the folds of my long coat around myself, covering it up.

“Your tent Sir….It’s been erected. You can go and rest now Sir, if you wish…..I’ll bring your personal effects in shortly.”

Ah…..for a moment there, I had thought …..

With one last glance at the small cadet, I walked to my elected lodging. Entering, I lay back on the single bunk, an arm across my eyes, as if trying to blot out the image of the boy from my sight…I was tempted, sorely tempted, to take care of my needs myself….

“Sir?” Shears again, coming into the tent and bringing with him my small case. I lifted the arm from my face, and quirked an eyebrow at him. He lifted the case up a little, as if to show me the reason for his interruption.

“Over there,” I said, waving my hand aimlessly. He dropped the case at the foot of the bunk.

“Is there anything I can get you Sir?”

Yeah, how about one hot, horny blond cadet?

“Tea Sir? Coffee? Or how about a glass of cold water Sir?”

None of those options appealed to me, so I just turned my back to him and waited for him to leave. I lay there and listened as the men outside worked, laughing and joking amongst themselves… striving to hear his laughter, his voice… but I couldn’t.

I must have dozed off….The sound of singing waking me from my slumber. It had gotten quite dark outside, and at some point Shears must have come in and lit the lamp that was now gently lighting up the inside of my tent.

The songs the men were singing were bawdy ones…telling of how soldiers liked their sex rough and ready. And I smiled as I listened, and thought immediately of the boy. Yes, he was going to be mine tonight, taken ‘rough and ready’…And he’d be mine tomorrow night as well…and the next…and the next….

How should I take him first?…I thought. Should I lay him on his back on my narrow bunk, his legs up over my shoulders?…Or should I lay down first and let him straddle me? Maybe I could bend him over, and penetrate him that way….Or I could sit on the edge of the bed and have him slowly … slowly … slide himself down upon my lap…..

Oh the possibilities were endless….and it didn’t really matter anyway, because I was going to make damn sure we tried every position known to man….and then some!

But first, I had to get him to come in here…..

My mind worked frantically on ways to tempt the reluctant cadet into my bed chamber….Until it suddenly hit me! I could simply order him into my tent. I could demand he disrespect the instructions that his commanding officer had given to him…..and force him to yield to me!

Excited now, I stood up and flung open the flaps of my tent. All the men, including Shears and Wells, were sitting around a roaring campfire. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. In the dim evening twilight, I could make out the smaller form of two bodies, pressed up close together, on the further side of the circle.

The mongrel was singing as loudly as the others…and he had one arm draped casually around Aspen’s shoulders… as if it belonged there! I couldn’t see the small cadets expression on his face, the flickering flames dancing between us kept his countenance hidden, but he seemed relaxed, he wasn’t struggling against the other boy. It looked like he had chosen who to sleep with tonight. Even so, I had made a decision…he was to be mine tonight. Maybe, maybe tomorrow night I might feel like letting him choose who to bed with, but not tonight…..

As I made to step out of my tent, to go and fetch him in and order him to strip for me, suddenly the mongrel stood up…and held out his hand towards the spiky blond. I just stood there and watched, as the little cadet looked up at the taller boy for a moment. Then he turned his big blue eyes towards me and held my gaze….before reaching out and letting the mongrel pull him to his feet, let him wrap an arm around his waist and hold him tightly, and he let himself be led towards one of the smaller tents.

I stood there and watched, as the mongrel held the flap of the tent open for him to pass through first. I stood there and watched, as the dark haired little pricks face lit up with a smile of triumph. And I stood and watched as he too disappeared inside the tent….and closed the flaps.

I was dumbfounded. How in the world…..What on earth……Aspen had chosen the mongrel? The fucking… Mongrel? Of all the men in this camp, including me, who would willingly screw him senseless… he had chosen that sorry excuse of a man! WHY? I didn’t know….But thinking about it, perhaps he thought that his lover, Jake, would feel less threatened by him finding sexual release with a lesser man, not wanting to upset Jake’s enormous bloody ego by sharing his body with someone better than his commander.

Looking at the small tent, I heard a huge thud come from within, followed by several smaller thuds and groans. They were at it like wild animals.

That lucky little bastard…he was probably leaning over Aspen’s back now….holding on tightly to the little cadets hips as he pummelled forwards, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper within that tight luscious body beneath his with each and every push…..

I felt so strongly the desire to storm in there and yank him off, push him out of the way and lay claim to the blond myself. It took all my willpower to restrain myself. I looked down at the massively straining bulge in my pants….I desperately needed release of my own.

I glanced up again at the circle of men, still singing, still happy.

“PIKE….” I yelled loudly, stepping back into the privacy of my own shelter.

He looked back at me straight away, a confused look on his face as he slowly stood to attention.

“Yes Sir?”

“Get your ass in here…….It’s needed….”

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