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By *j1981 OP Man
7 days ago
Redruth |
Come on I said to myself, you can do this, the strain on my arms was starting to take its toll, but i knew i had to persevere.
Sgt Napier grinned, keep those arms out straight and above your shoulders soldier, he barked.
Id been in the courtyard for field punishment for over 3 hours now, the sun had curved round in an arc and now beat down mercilessly on the close hot and dusty yard.
I gritted my teeth and focused my arms outstretched either side i gripped the heavy water filled Gerry cans keeping them above my shoulder line.
Good lad , bellowed Sgt Napier his face beaming with satisfaction at my suffering.
He was a mean bastard, the toughest PTI Sgt in the Regiment, his forte was disciplinary field punishments and he enjoyed his work.
He stood arms crossed, his chest tightly clad in Army PT vest huge tanned arms, veined and lightly furred crossed his broad chest, bulging pecs and washboard abs.
He grinned staring out from behind his shades.
I was roasting now , beads of sweat trickled down my brow my mouth dry and salty, my biceps ached begging for a break, my shoulders felt heavy as lead my back ached and sweat trickled down soaking my khaki t shirt, my PT shorts clung to my thighs.
Up ! Bellowed Napier , come on lad, dont have me make you start over again lad!
The bastard was enjoying this, we all new he got some kinda kick out of this, it was common knowledge amongst us squaddies that if Napier was about there was in a mood someone was in for it.
Relief came after what seemed like days when he told me to drop the Gerry cans, i lowered them to the dusty sandy ground and my arms screamed relief at last.
Top off Soldier! He orderdd
Seconds later i stood topless as he circled me his Rayban clad eyes assessing my body.
Hands behind your head, he barked
Soon i felt his cold unforgiving hands exploring me , he ran them over my biceps and shoulders over my shoulder blades , he made no sound but i knew what he was doing, I swallowed keeping my head high and looking ahead.
His hand swept down my back gliding over fresh sweat.
He stood in front of me and placing a finger under my chin tilted my head up
Good soldier, very good , you took this well he said
Lowering his finger he ran down over my adams apple ,down between my pectorals and over my abs his fingertip brushing my treasure trail now rested on the waist of my shorts.
I swallowed again.
What was he gonna do now.
He leant in toward my ear, i could smell his aftershave now and feel the heat from his body
Drop your shorts Soldier, he whispered. |
