George was a punk kid. That's why the courts gave him the option of going to jail or joining the Army. But to him, the Army was just another form of jail except he could continue to be a wiseass, lying, lazy, punk there too. That is until he met Sgt. Makin. Sgt. Makin had been training young men in boot camp since he returned from the war in Nam. He went there very young himself and had survived the deaths and injuries of war. He saw friends die, he recoiled at his own killing of strangers and yet he never became hardened or psycho like so many other veterans. Clancy Makin was a good friend, clever soldier and pretty smart man. He loved the men around him and knew why. But he never let that surface. Becoming known as a homosexual in the service would have been disasterous. Besides a few discreet encounters, Clancy kept his sexuality activties outside the service. He knew that meant no relationships, no lovers and lots of masturbation until he retired. And he didn't mind. Helping young men mature, learn about life, grow into an organized unit and learning about themselves was rewarding for him. It was better then the priesthood or just volunteering at some youth camp or school. But Clancy wasn't a softie by any stretch of imagination. He had been toughened by training and war. His physical adeptness qualified him as a hand to hand combat instructor and his sharp eye equally qualified him to teach men how to shoot the rifles and machine guns that were part of their infantry training. Clancy knew he had a problem with George. Usually, such individuals eventually behaved themselves by putting pressure on the entire platoon. Punishments and other extra training were dealt out and the soldiers eventually made it clear to whatever trouble maker was involved that they weren't going to take it. The trouble maker would go AWOL, behave or be made to take basic training over again. George didn't seem to be headed in any of these directions. Yet, he seemed to participate in combat training without any trouble. He ran and hiked without exhaustion. And he was agressive in hand to hand training. Clancy knew the kid could be one hell of a soldier except George didn't like taking orders, being part of a unit or cooperating. So early mornings would result in George being literally tossed out of his bunk. KP and other assignments would result in his being punished for one thing or the other. A formal dressing down by the Company First Sgt didn't seem to make any difference and the Company Commander was ready to kick the kid out..which in George's case meant he'd go to jail. Sgt. Makin decided to try yet another time. He reversed all pressures and the usual confrontational activities where George was concerned. He almost ignored George except as part of the unit. "Men it's simple, we will issue orders and you will follow them. If you don't then unit punishment will be administered". None of the men knew what that meant until one of the guys was late three days in a row for formation. "Reform in the barracks" Sgt. Makin ordered. The soldier who had disobeyed was told to strip naked and he obeyed. As he lay across the bunk, each soldier wacked him with their belts, one wack. The kid was totally embarassed and was never late for any formation. If the kid complained Makin would have been in trouble, but that didn't happen. George's turn came later. He seemed to make life for his fellows even more unbearable then before. He wouldn't participate in any cleaning work, hid from KP duty and continued to call attention to himself. "Platoon remain in formation" came the order one day. "Private Ryan one step forward" George hesitated but then took a liesurely step forward. Clancy undid George's belt and zipper. The boys pants fell to his ankles. "Eyes ahead soldier" Makin bellowed. George didn't know what to do. He started to say something, then stopped. Makin got an ammo box and sat on it and pulled George across his lap. Pulling the boys GI boxers down he began to spank the kid in front of the entire platoon. "Quiet!" he bellowed when the rest of the platoon laughed. He heard George curse him, and so Makin kept spanking the kid. "When you shut the fuck up, I'll stop" Makin advised him. It took awhile but soon, he felt the boy's body shaking....he heard the crying and sobbing the boy was doing. Makin had achieved what he hoped would happen. He pushed the boy to his feet and seeing the kid had an erection, he moved in front of him so the rest of the platoon couldn't see. George pulled his pants up and returned to his place. Clancy knew to say nothing about it...just to proceed as normal. George didn't suddenly act like a soldier, but he didn't make any trouble. It was a Saturday afternoon. Morning inspection was over and the soldiers took their passes and left the base. Clancy, too, had the rest of the weekend off. He planned to drink a few beers, mess around the trailer that was his home and nap before putting on jeans and going to one of his favorite Saturday night places.....almost seventy miles from the base. There nobody knew him as a soldier. There, he could enjoy the pleasures of his natural self...sex, companionship, dancing whatever happened. A knock on his trailer interupted his mental plans. "Sargent, can I talk to you?" George Ryan was at the door. He wore a pair of denim cutoffs and a white tank top. If they were in San Francisco, he'd pass for one of the gay community easily. "Just wanted to thank you..." George stammered. Clancy assumed the boy meant the punishment but thought it was too soon for such a turnaround. Either the kid was snowing him or something else was going on. "I didn't want the guys to see me like "that". He looked down at his crotch. "I always got a boner when my step father belted me, don't know why...anyway, thanks" he said. Clancy realized what the boy meant now. Getting a boner after being spanked in public would have branded him for what Clancy was quickly suspecting was the case. "Gay?" Clancy asked amazed he actually said it to another soldier. "I guess" muttered the boy. "Don't deal with that, just get thru training and the next three years and you'll be ok...no jail...no trouble...nothing. And don't DO anything on base, hear?" Clancy advised. George stood there and didn't know what to say. It was obvious to him the Sargant wasn't going to report him for admiting he was gay. They shook hands and George walked away. Clancy couldn't help admire the boys body, his butt, his legs and his youth. The dance music played so loud you could feel it's beat shaking your very body. Clancy liked it like that. Somehow you became part of the music, the night, the animalistic desires and the anonymous physical existance the place was known for. Men, wearing only towels or nothing at all, danced. Not with each other, but not alone either. They moved as a group, in a mass of dancing forms in the semi darkness. Color flashes interupted the darkness and faces could be made out but not recognized. Clancy joined the group to get lost in his own self and would open his eyes to bathe in the company of others doing the same things. The halls were dark inthe maze. Hands, mouths, erections were everywhere. Silent men sat in the hot bubbling water letting their arms, legs feet move against those of others without a word. The thick steam enveloped the sweating bodies that touched, reached, licked, kissed and sucked total strangers. The doors opened and closed down the hall where more intimate meetings went on. Clancy lay on a lounge chair watching the tv screen on which young naked men did what most men were doing that night there. He had enjoyed himself already but knew he'd remain for more. As he watched he dozed and then awoke seeing men around him, and more on the screen. Hands wandered under his towel to explore his interest but withdrew when his dick didn't respond. Clancy moved down the hall to get a nap in his room. He heard some obvious entertainment going on in the public room. There men would sit around and play with themselves or each other while one or two men showed off. Masturbation, sixty nining and other scenes went on. He looked in the room and saw a man with a young boy across his lap. The man was administering a hand spanking and the boy was yelping and fidgeting. "Just like me and George" Clancy thought to himself and then looked closer. He didn't know if he should go back to his room, dress and leave or what. But he was mesmorized watching George totally naked in front of the group of men getting a spanking. As if George heard Clancy's thoughts he looked up and recognized his Sargent watching. As Clancy began to turn away, George was there. And he pulled Clancy's arm. He stood at attention as he was supposed to on the base..but rarely did. Clancy sat on the stool and issued the order. George knelt and the put himself in position. The spanking got quite a lot of attention..more then had watched before. George's hard cock was clearly visable and his tears flowed easlily. Clancy didn't stop.....something inside of him told him to keep going until he couldn't anymore. He felt the boy's strong back with one hand..the muscles were tensed so hard they felt like steel..he heard the boy's sobbing and the muttering of them jacking off men around them. Then he felt the spurts hit his legs and feet as the boy's body convulsed. George had had an orgasm from being spanked. "Follow me" Clancy told him and left the room. He almost paniced. The trouble maker kid could end his entire career he knew. He had lost control and would probably have to pay for it. He unlocked his door and was almost surprised that George had obeyed him and stood totally naked at attention. "In" The boy went inside and stood at attention. Clancy imagined his boys naked whenever they were attention in the barracks or formation. He wondered what it would be like to order them to strip and grab their cocks as he walked down the line. "Why are you here?" he asked in a semi-whisper yet almost his Sargent-type voice. "I thought you might be here, sir" George said in a voice that didn't sound like his. Usually Clancy would admonish a soldier for calling a Sargent "sir". But he ignored it this time. "Why did you think that?" George didn't answer at first. "I hoped you'd be" he said in a somewhat softer voice. Clancy stretched out on the bunk. His towel clearly displayed his own arousal. George remained at attention. The boys cock was growing hard again too. "What we do here is private, understand?" George nodded. "What we do back at the barracks is Army stuff" George nodded. "Come here" George moved to the cot and lay next to the man. He kissed the man's chest and belly and lifted the towel to nurse on the cock of the man who now owned him.
The entire platoon was amazed at the change in George. While he didn't suddenly become gung ho, he didn't make any trouble either. His abilities at the rifle range and combat classes were still good. He appeared for KP or other duties on time and without objection. Like the rest, he did his share of pushups, penalty duty and took his share of yelling from Sargent Makin. The word got around about Makin's embarassing punishment and the First Sargent gave Clancy hell of it. "You crazy? I know it worked, but the kid could have had you up on charges and we'd all be in deep shit" Clancy took the article fifteen the First Sargent gave him..which was a administrative admonishment "Just so nobody can say we didn't do anything about it". He was pissed about getting it..he had never gotten one during his entire career. Word got around and Clancy skipped Parade and took off. He was watching TV when George appeared. The boy was wearing the small towel and stood quietly beside Makin. "Follow me" Clancy led the boy to the public room where he administered another spanking....and George took it, cried, convulsed and licked up his cum from the mans feet and legs and the floor while all watched. He lay against Clancy with the mans arms holding him. Graduation came and George got his orders. So did Clancy. Someone thought it wise to transfer him in case word got around about his public spanking punishment of a recruit. As the two compared orders, Clancy asked the kid "So you got two and a half years left. I have that much till I can retire". It was not only a statement of fact but a question too. Both found themselves at the airport six months later. George had gone on to advanced infantry training and now was arriving to join his new unit. Somehow it was the same unit that Sargent Clancy Makin was in charge of. "It helps to have friends in Washington" Clancy told the boy. And the rest of their time in the Army went by fast.....often not fast enough. George regurlarly lay across his lovers knees and Clancy showed all his love for another man.
Clancy retired, George got discharged and the two moved to San Diego. They're there still. If you go to one of the bath houses and hear someone getting spanked, watch. It'll probably be Clancy and George making love.