Hi, I'm Tom. All my life, I've dreamed of becoming a soldier, like my father and grandfather. I knew I was gay, but that didn't concern me. In fact, I thought I had a better chance of finding a boyfriend. I joined the cadets at 16 and enjoyed going on camps, hiking, and orienteering. I worked out and ran since I was younger, in preparation for my chosen career. It was the best day of my short life when I finally signed up for an initial five years.
Boot camp was all I expected, and more. Up at 6 am, square bashing, assault courses, artillery training. The first few weeks went well, and we had a passing out ceremony. My family were there, and I hope I did them proud. My first deployment was to a barracks in the North of England. I was in trouble from the start. My colonel took an apparent dislike to me. My shoes weren't shiny enough, my bed untidy, shit all the time. Then, one day, the lieutenant colonel marched me to the colonel's office. "Well, son, it seems we have a trouble-maker on our hands". I went to protest my innocence, but was told to shut my fucking mouth. He came around and stood so close that I could smell his cigar breath. "You're a faggot, what are you?". "A faggot, Sir". "You like cock, don't you". "Yes Sir, I like cock". "Lieutenant, take your dick out". The lieutenant looked embarrassed, but did as he was told, and flopped out a fat dick. "Suck it", he commanded. I knelt and took an ever hardening cock into my mouth. My own penis struggled in my regulation army pants. "OK, boy, drop your fatigues". While still giving head, I shuffled out of my trousers and underwear. "Hmph, nice backside, poke it in the air". It was fine, if humiliating up till then. "I'm gonna fuck you", he sneered. I pleaded that I was a virgin, but that seemed to excite him even more. The next thing I knew, he spat on my hole, held my waist, and rammed into me. You could have heard my screams in Scotland. With no mercy, he banged me. Any thought of my enjoying it had gone, as had my erection. Fortunately, he didn't last long, holding me tight and cumming deep inside, As he pulled, I realised I was bleeding, with a mixture of semen and blood running down my leg. "Serves you right, you little faggot". They put their cocks away, and left me writhing in pain on the floor.
I eventually got myself together and hobbled back to the dorm. Luckily, my best friend, Kian, was there. I fell into his arms, sobbing. Once I'd calmed down, I told him what had happened. He wanted to report it, but I thought I'd get into more trouble. He took me to the showers and helped me wash. His gentle touch made me feel much better. Then, checking that no one was watching, gave me my first kiss.
I had leave that weekend. Mum met me at the station and we drove home in silence. Sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, she said, "Spit it out, what's the problem?" "Nothing", I ventured, "You'll get no dinner until you tell me". I burst into tears. Through the sobs, I told her of my ordeal. "The bastards!" Mum never swore. She kept me home for a week, and must have told Dad at some point.
When I returned, the colonel was nowhere to be seen. Kian told me he had left. I felt very relieved. The next day, I was brought before the NCO, I thought I was in trouble for going AWOL. He looked serious, but I could tell I was OK. "I'm very sorry for what you went through", he started. "That is not what the modern Army is about, we are a family. The best way we can work is as a unit. Bullies are cowards at heart and would run from an enemy". I realised Dad had been in contact. He still had friends in high places. "I'll be watching out for you, and if you have any more problems, address them to me. OK, dismissed". I thanked him and went to find Kian.
