Role Models
Henry slowly autopiloted through the halls on the way back from the latrine, processing how his first job in the army went so utterly awry. Not only was this his chance to avoid being stuck wearing diapers, but the disgusting hazing his new platoonmates subjected him to was easily the vilest thing he’d ever experienced. He shuddered at the thought alone. Henry knew the army was going to be a challenge, but this… this was something else entirely. Maybe he didn’t have it in him to survive this after all… If it wasn’t for the Corporal’s quick thinking cleaning up the mess, he’d have been court martialed already. He knew the Corporal was something special, but his perfect timing was nothing short of a comic book hero. Not to mention he was just as handsome and chiseled... Henry’s daydream was cut short as he stood outside the door to his new home, dreading what awaited him on the other side. The Corporal wasn’t always going to be around to protect him from the three thugs he now called his platoon mates.
After a minute of hesitation, Henry turned the doorknob and stepped inside, the ambience quiet after the events of the bathroom. He averted the gaze of Hill and Smith who snickered quietly in the background on their respective cots, no doubt still relishing in his earlier humiliation. Carson however was nowhere to be seen, Henry wondered to himself if the Corporal had pulled him aside for some disciplinary measures. He strolled over to his bed and fell onto it exhausted, suppressing a gag still remembering the view of Carson’s dirty ass only inches from his face, now burned into his brain… not to mention the smell. Henry was still catching whiffs of that piss and shit ridden latrine even now. In fact, it seemed that it was much more real than just in his memory… and why did his back feel so damp? Hill let out a snort, causing Henry to jump out of his bed, his backside damp with what he could only assume came from his welcoming roommates’ bladders.
“You fuckers! What the hell did you do?” Henry turned towards the two, who were now bursting into full laughter. “Hey kid, I had to take a piss and the latrine was closed! Had to improvise, something you learn quick in the army you know.” Hill taunted as Henry felt his had clench into a fist. The burly solider arose from his own bed, easily dwarfing Henry’s tiny stature. “There a problem here, twinky?” Hill said with a menacing undertone, the fight quickly draining from Henry’s gut. He let out a sigh and turned towards his bed, peeling off the not so fresh sheets. The bed was splattered as if a sprinkler had just soaked it, a drop practically on every square inch. Worse even, a new yellow tint on the mattress underneath and a smell which wasn’t going to dissipate overnight. “Laundry room’s in the basement, kiddo.” Smith said nonchalantly. “I’m sure you’ll get a warm welcome.” Henry turned to him with a glare, balling up the sheets and walking out of the room as the two underlings bumped fists with bullyish smiles.
Henry reached the bottom of the steps on floor B1 and looked down the hallway. It was cramped, dark and humid, with only two doors – one labelled Boiler Room and the other Laundry. Henry trudged his balled sheets and pressed his back into the door to push it open. To his surprise, the door wasn’t the only thing he backed up into. “Hey, watch where you’re fuckin going, you nerd…” A familiar voice growled. Carson stood at a sink near the entrance, spraying down the backside of his now misnamed tighty whities, the unmistakable stain of poop smeared up and down the cloth. He never did get the chance to wipe after the latrine debacle shortly before. Henry stifled a laugh of his own as Carsons eyes narrowed. “So what brings you here, got a little… stain on your record?” Henry sneered as he walked across the room to the washer. “Oh fuck off you little shit-stain, don’t think I can’t smell the piss all over those sheets.” Carson set his doomed laundry down and stood above Henry. “That’s pretty rich coming from you, literally scrubbing your own shit-stain.” Henry stood back up to meet his senior’s gaze. The two stared at each other with intense glares, Henry wanting to punch Carson in his smug, picture perfect face. “If you didn’t have a god-damn guardian angel in that corporal, I woulda had you laid out and sent to daycare by now.” Henry gritted his teeth. “Well, then fucking do it then!”
Carson felt his fist clench as Henry felt his feet lift off the ground, the bigger man holding him up effortlessly by his t-shirt. His legs kicked as Carson’s blue eyes pierced his resolve. “The second I leave a mark on you, I know you’re gonna go crying to your Daddy…” Carson said in a low, mocking voice. Henry felt himself drop square on his butt as Carson let him go. “But I can still do this…” Before Henry could react, he looked up to see the back of Carson’s fatigues, well filled out by his muscled ass.
Prrbbbltch.
Henry blinked in a stunned silence, only to cough and gag as the harsh stink of Carson’s gas once again assaulted his nostrils, the stench quickly filling the room. “Ha, fuckin brutal… you like that, fag?” Henry looked up as his eyes watered and his cheeks blushed, . He could never admit it, but deep down the degradation stirred something in him, a pleasure he tried his best to bury. The second Carson saw that sort of weakness in him, it would all be over. Carson looked back down on the humiliated lad with a sadistic smile. “Wh… What the hell is wrong with you…” Henry mumbled as he coughed and stifled a gag, only making Carson laugh. “I gotta make sure the baby boy knows his place in the hierarchy… on his knees.” Henry blushed again in humiliation and scrambled to his feet. Maybe he just imagined it in his passing glance, but was something poking out around Carson’s pocket? “You’re such an asshole…” Henry mumbled as he returned to the real reason he came down here. He poured a hefty amount of detergent and set the washer to ‘Heavy Duty.’ Carson returned to his futile scrubbing. “I’ll take your word for it, you’re well acquainted with them after all.” Carson taunted as he patted his round backside, only making Henry wrinkle his nose again. He couldn’t even tell if they were arguing or flirting at this point.
The two continued in silence until Carson decided to break the air with something other than his gas. “So how do you know the Corporal anyways? Did he get you the job here or something? I know damn well it wasn’t off merit.” Henry looked over, almost surprised Carson approached him with a coherent thought. “I dunno actually… we just ran into each other and he just took a liking to me, I guess. Why do you ask?” Henry waited for a response but Carson held his tongue. He turned to face him, only to see a new look on the affluent jock. His eyes were stoic and cold, and incredibly deep in thought. Whatever he was thinking, it was serious. “Do yourself a favor and stay away from him.”
“What…?” Henry asked, halfway expecting a punchline to a joke. “Why would-“ Carson quickly cut him off. “Listen kid, that man is bad news. Nobody even knows what he does here and yet the army gives him anything he wants. Anything.” Henry blinked at the accusation. “Are you sure you’re talking about the right Corporal? He’s just doing research…” Carson sighed. “He’s not just doing research. It’s HIS research, and whatever it is the army wants it. Last guy I know who got moved to his so called team hadn’t been seen since…” Carson looked to his side, averting Henry’s gaze. “They said he was demoted and transferred to a new department… but I know they’re all full of shit…”
“So why do you even give a fuck, I thought you wanted to get rid of me anyways.” Henry replied with a sting of hurt in his tone. Carson looked back up at the smaller recruit with what Henry could only interpret as a face of concern. “You know you remind me of my little brother.” Carson said stoically. “Smart kid, total fuckin’ dork too… you know I bullied the shit out of him growing up. Thought maybe it would toughen him up a bit. Then we grew up and he cut me out… left me for bigger and better things.” Carson turned back around and looked at his brown tinged underpants, first with a look of pain leaking from old wounds… but then quickly overwritten by anger. “So, what, you see me as your new punching bag?” Henry sarcastically replied, his voice dripping with his own anger. Carson looked wounded for a second, but the fire in his eyes quickly flared. Carson slowly walked towards the meek younger man, his demeanor making Henry back up in response. Carson kept striding closer and closer until Henry felt the cool press of the concrete wall behind him. Carson pressed his hand on the wall above Henry’s shoulder, the wafting body odor of his armpit inches from his nose, causing Henry to shrink in his stance.
“I’m saying you can’t fuckin show weakness here. To anyone. The second you do, they’ll leave you for dead. Or worse… whatever fucked up shit that scientist is cooking up.” Henry paused, the pair inches apart with their eyes locked and a tension in the air that was nearly as thick as Carson’s stink. At this point he couldn’t tell if Carson was taking out his trauma on him or actually showing his own form of care. The Corporal being some mad scientist though? So far, he’s the only person in this damn place who hasn’t utterly humiliated him… he couldn’t be. And yet… there was something painstakingly weird about this place.
The two stood there in tense silence until a beep from the washer snapped the two out of it. Carson sighed and returned to hopelessly working out the stain on his underpants. “I would just throw those away at this point…” Henry said, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah well…” Carson lowered the back of his pants showing the crest of his massive cheeks. “They’re kind of my last pair and they’re required for the uniform. One inspection and I’m fucked without them.” Henry laughed “You only have one pair of underwear? What happened to all the others.” Carson wore a shit-eating grin and bore down, a heavy *SPLRRRT* firing out from below him, making Henry cough once more. “Lets just say I’ve had a few too many misfires.” Henry fanned his nose. “Duly noted…”
The two finished their laundry to the best of their ability. The cheap detergent not doing much to cover the scent of lingering piss on Henry’s sheets, though they were certainly in better condition than the unmistakable brown splotch on Carsons briefs. Before Henry knew it, Carson dropped trough and his pants hit the floor, his manhood flopping out unceremoniously. Henry blushed and stammered as he couldn’t take his eyes off the thick shaft. “Wh-what are you doing?!” Henry squeaked out as he turned his head away, his face flushed as red as a rose. Carson nonchalantly stepped his legs into his not so clean underwear and set them in place, his bulge still yet drawing peeks from Henry’s averted gaze. “Kid, there’s no modesty in the military, you know we take showers together, right?” Carson said with a dirty grin. Henry managed to turn a shade redder.
Carson threw the rest of his clothes back on as Henry balled up his sheets once more, struggling with the heft which did not go unnoticed. “Cmon kid, if you don’t wanna end up crapping pampers for the rest of your service, we gotta bulk you up…” Henry meekly nodded as the two made the return to the room, the warm heat of man musk flowing out as the two reentered. “Looks like the other two went ahead to football practice…” Carson mumbled as Henry refastened his sheets. Henry admired his handiwork as a puff of cloth hit the back of his head. Henry grabbed the piece of clothing, fully expecting a diaper… only to find a pair of military green gym shorts. “What are these… for…” Henry slurred his words as he turned back to Carson, stripping down to just his underwear. He raised an eyebrow with half a devious smile as Henry admired his marbled body, practically in a hypnotic trance. Henry knew he was chiseled, but seeing Carson in all his glory exceeded what was in his imagination. He slowly slid down a green tank top over his head, accentuating his muscular arms and exposing his cresting armpits still emanating his brand of musk. He followed with gym shorts which were cut notably too short, his meaty thighs filling out the leg holes entirely, barely covering his bulge which practically looked like his own padding with how it filled out his crotch.
Henry stared off into space as Carson walked to him. “Get dressed, dork. We’re hitting the gym.” Carson unbuttoned the top of Henry’s fatigues, his nerves firing lighting through his body. “Wh-wh-uh… I… I can do it myself…!” Henry stammered as Carson laughed. “Ha, I’m just kidding kid. You should see your fucking face right now, you look like you’re gonna piss yourself!” Henry stood there stunned, totally under Carson’s spell. He may have been a total asshole… but damn if he knew how to press Henry’s buttons. Not to mention those shorts of his seemed ever so slightly more filled out all of a sudden. Carson was definitely enjoying this more than the average bully… Henry got changed into his gym clothes while Carson sat back on his own bed, sizing up the smaller man. He felt sheepish as he lowered his fatigues and showed off his skin. Underneath all this military garb, he really did look like an oversized boy with how smooth and hairless his body was, not to mention a noticeable difference in muscle definition compared to his superiors.
Henry sighed and looked away as he lowered his own underpants, showing off his less than sizable member, his short-trimmed pubes making him look more like an underdeveloped boy than the man he was supposed to be. He sheepishly looked back to Carson who just leaned back on his bed… still eyeing the lad with a smug look. “If you don’t hurry up, I actually WILL dress you myself. Diaper included.” Henry hoped Carson didn’t notice his cock twitch at his dominance. He quickly slid up his underpants and the gym shorts which were slightly too big on him, followed by a standard military green T-shirt. “Okay, ready.” Henry said as he finished lacing up his shoes. Carson stood up and over him. “Ready what, private?” Henry felt himself sweating already as he let out a small sigh. “Ready, Sir…”
“That’s more like it. Don’t forget I’m still in charge of this platoon.” Carson said with his chest puffed out. “C’mon, gyms this way.” He said as he walked out the door. Henry was a mix of emotions, not sure what was even transpiring between the two of them anymore. Whatever it was, it was sure better than how Carson was acting in the latrine. Henry shuddered at the vile memory. “You coming or not, kid?” Carson yelled from down the hall as Henry picked up the pace after him.
The pair walked into the massive gym, a sprawling double story building the size of a department store. Massive military men were walking around, chatting and working out, Henry could practically feel himself getting a nosebleed from all the testosterone floating in the air here. He did notice one thing in particular about the type of guy who worked out here though. None of them were short, small or scrawny in the same way he was. He was so much the odd one out that the other guys kept glancing at him with perplexed looks on their faces, as if he didn’t belong here. A few even stole a gaze at his crotch… only to look up back at his eyes with confusion or a raised eyebrow. As if they expected there to be padding filling out his shorts.
“C’mon cadet, first up is the bench press.” Carson said as he led him to the area with the chest equipment. Henry stared at the bench and the bar, the concept of the exercise completely foreign to him. Carson pinched his forehead. “Man… you really haven’t lifted a fuckin weight in your entire life, have you…” He said exhausted by the ordeal already. “Alright, lay down on the bench, just like you’re getting your diaper changed.” Henry looked towards the ground sheepishly, drawing the gaze and hushed whispers of the other men around them. Not wanting any more sly comments, he laid down under the bar obediently. “Now, lift up the bar and bring it down to your chest slowly, then lift it back up to me. It’s easy.” Henry inhaled and pushed the bar up. It was heavier than he imagined and he didn’t even have any extra weights on it. He felt it drop heavily towards his chest, and then slowly but surely he raised it back up. He felt himself get winded just off the one lift, much to the disdain of his superior.
“Really… just the one? You know we’ve got at least 9 more to go in this set, right?” Carson sighed as Henry slotted the bar back on the rack. “I’m doing my best…” Henry replied like the kid who was picked last on the playground, much to Carsons dismay. “Then do better.” Henry picked up the bar once again, performing rep after rep, tiring quickly as he reached seven, and then eight. Though by the time the latter reps came, Henry’s arms started to waver. Carson stepped forward ready to spot the wavering cadet, though it came with its downsides…
“Ugh… do you… have to… put your crotch there??” Henry started to lift towards rep nine. “You always have a spotter kid, its standard shit.” Carson retorted, though he certainly didn’t have to put his manhood quite as close as he was. “Besides, I thought maybe it’d motivate you!” Henry cried out as he barely finished rep 9, his arms and chest and heart all screaming for relief. “Why the fuck… would your sweaty dick… motivate me…” Henry lied as he tried to lift towards the final rep. “Well if that doesn’t work, I’ve got something else in mind.” Carson said with a devious glint in his eye, though Henry was exerting too hard to even notice. He pushed upwards with all his might, but he hit a wall. His arms stopped working, the small muscles that were present in his tiny frame decided to quit. Carson quick as ever pushed himself forward to catch the falling bar before Henry realized he was dropping it. Not unintentionally, Henry’s head found itself right under the taint of his own spotter.
BLRRRCH.
Henry started to cough, his body was screaming for oxygen and forcing him to inhale, the stink gassing out his entire nose all the way to his lungs. He felt himself getting dizzy and then… all he knew he couldn’t think straight.
“Aw shit…” He heard Carson mumble with a snicker “Guess I have a knack for pushing things too hard…” Henry started to come to, not sure if he was talking about the workout or the fart. “Wha… What the fuck was that for…” Henry still trying to clear the fog in his head. “Told you I had other ways to motivate you. Next time you don’t finish a workout, I’ll be blasting twice.” Carson extended his hand to lift up his fatigued student, which Henry slowly took. He felt him yanked upwards off the bench. “Or you could just… not…” Henry mumbled as his thoughts were still stuck in a green cloud. Carson rolled his eyes. “Well positive reinforcement didn’t do shit, so… maybe now you’ll think twice before being a quitter. Now come on, next up is biceps.”
The two continued on through a plethora of workouts in the gym. Carson didn’t quite have the heart to tell his cadet that they should be doing at least three times the sets they were actually doing given how quickly Henry was about to keel over, but he at least had some semblance of pride for the kid. Before Carson knew it, they had wrapped up six different workouts and he only had to ‘motivate’ Henry three extra times. Henry was worse for wear though, every muscle in his arm, back, and chest were close to failing. Worse even, his nose lost his sense of smell for a few minutes after he dropped to the floor after a deadlift. Luckily for him, Carson at least spared him the leg muscles so he could walk back to the dorm.
The two walked into the locker room to freshen up after. Henry scanned the room, a few other military members dwarfed him as they walked to the showers. He couldn’t help but look down at their manhood as he peeked into the open shower room, multiple men nonchalantly rinsing off as if it was the most natural thing in the world, yet still utterly foreign to him. Henry turned away from them before he could get any more aroused, making eye contact with Carson standing with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face. He then turned towards his locker and pulled out a shaker bottle filled with a viscous white mixture. Carson gave it a quick shake and then chugged the full amount down, slamming the bottle down on the bench next to him as he let out a satisfied burp. “Protein shake, kid. We’re gonna get you on these too. You gotta bulk up, and I’m not talking about your underwear.” Henry felt his hair stand up, and hurriedly looked around at who might’ve overheard, a few passing glances of burly men meeting his gaze. A tall and muscular nude man with a buzz cut snickered as he walked by “Hey kid, you lost? This is a MEN’s changing room … there’s no changing tables here!” He laughed as he went to a locker on the other side of the room with another burly friend of his. The only thing more emasculating than the two’s dick sizes compared to Henry’s was that everyone seemed to see right through him.
“Can you please stop saying that…” Henry whispered to Carson who shrugged him off. “There’s a vending machine in the lobby, get yourself a shake and drink it. Quicker we get you building muscle the better. I’m not thrilled about everyone thinking I’m here to change your shitty diapers either, you know.” Carson didn’t mince words, much less his volume. Henry heard a rumbling of hushed whispers and laughs as the locker room as Henry walked out back into the lobby, looking straight to the ground. He couldn’t handle making a second of eye contact with the rest of the real men in the room. To peak his embarrassment, as he turned the corner, Henry collided with someone coming into the room.
“Ah! Hey, you okay?” a warm familiar voice said as Henry fell back onto his ass. He looked up to see the friendly smile of Corporal Michael Coy himself, extending a hand to pick the younger lad back up. Henry smiled back and weakly accepted the hand, pulling himself back to his feet despite his exhausted muscles. “Sounds like quite the riot in there… should I ask?” He asked as the rumbling laughter continued to grow at Henry’s expense. “I’d prefer if you didn’t...” Henry mumbled, as he kicked the ground. “Well in any case, it’s great to see you here, I was thinking you were gonna need some motivation to start getting into shape.”
“Yeah well… its either that or… well, you know” Henry blushed as he tried his best to avoid saying the dreaded D word any more in a single day. “Well, I’ve actually got the right thing for you…” the corporal reached into his own gym bag, pulling out a bottle of protein. “I’ve been experimenting with nutrition lately as a bit of a side project. This here is my own blend of protein shake. It should make your muscle growth ten times the easier than anything you’re gonna find in those vending machines. Tastes pretty great too I’d say, and without a bunch of extra sugar!” The Corporal offered the bottle to the smaller cadet. “Give it a try and let me know what you think. It’s still a little experimental so I can use all the feedback I can get.”
Henry shrugged and accepted the bottle, studying the mixture as he sloshed it around. “Ten times better, huh…” Coy smiled with a glint in his eye. “The army is a big fan of my research into this sort of stuff. We’ll have super soldiers running around before you know it!” Henry uncorked the top of the bottle and took a big swig, the milky texture swirling around his mouth before he swallowed. “It tastes kind of… chemically…” The corporal’s smile turned a little disappointed. “Damn… was trying to fix that. Turns out all those sugars are in those shakes for a reason… and it doesn’t help I synthesize my own base… and maybe if…” Coy continued to mutter to himself as Henry gritted his teeth and chugged the whole mixture. With gulp after gulp, he continued to glug it down, the milky paste flowing thickly into his gut. When Henry was done, he let out a massive belch, snapping Coy out of his spiraling science jargon. “Huh… I guess you liked it.” Coy replied as Henry spread a queasy look over his face, the pasty mixture sitting on his stomach like a bowling ball. “It was… okay. Anything to bulk up right?”
“Kid, come on, I’m not gonna wait all… day…” Henry turned around as Carson stood in the locker room doorway, eyes locked on Coy who returned a stern look. “Didn’t realize you were running around with delinquents now Henry.” Coy said with a matter-of-fact superiority. “Oh, fuck off you half rate scientist…” Carson fired off as he grabbed Henry’s arm to leave, only to be matched by Coy grabbing the other. “Henry, you should be more careful about the company you keep… you know what they say about bad apples.” Carson rolled his eyes. “You’re one to talk, you’re more like a shitty diaper stuck in a pantry.” Coy’s eyes narrowed.
Henry felt his arms pull apart in both directions. In another life, being pulled between two burly men would have been his favorite thing in the moment, but the tension in the air was second only to the tension in his stretched tendons. “Guys… can you please let me go…” Henry cried weakly as the two ignored him. “Don’t make me pull rank on you.” Coy said calmly, but with a threat that made Carson falter. He let go of Henry’s arm and started to walk out towards the doors. With a swift hand, Coy reached for the back of Carson’s waistband and snagging and pulling his briefs out, his shame clear to any passersby.
“Nice stain you got there by the way. What’s wrong, couldn’t make it to the latrine on time?” Carson’s face went red, but knew he couldn’t retaliate, instead looked to the ground and grit his teeth. “You know damn well what happened…” He mumbled under his breath as the briefs snapped back to his waist as the Corporal let go of them. Carson walked towards the doors with heavy footsteps and a look of silent fury on his face. “See you in the dorm, Henry…”
Henry wore a look of pity on his face as he looked back to Carson. “Don’t you think that was a little… much?” Corporal Coy stood tall with the same stern look on his face. “Some people are just troublemakers Henry, they get in your way and drag you down. I don’t want that to happen to you, you’ve got potential, I can see it. But that one’s already hit his peak.” Though Henry wasn’t sure if that was totally true, Carson started showing him a new side of him today. He might be grotesque and rough around the edges… not to mention quite smelly… but he still felt an almost brotherly care from him. “I get it… I’ll be careful.” Henry lied, hoping to drop the topic, though Coy only raised an eyebrow and pretended to be convinced. “Well, I’ll let you go Henry, be sure to hit the showers and clean up you hear? The army does value hygiene quite highly, especially when you’re rooming in a pig stye…” Coy tousled Henry’s hair playfully. While he did like the familiar comfort of the stronger man’s touch, he did feel a tad juvenile, like he was just the kid nephew of the higher up. “Thanks Corporal… I’ll see you soon!”
Henry walked back into the locker room to grab his stuff. He knew he should probably take a shower, but there was no shortage of nude men in the washroom who were rinsing off themselves. He could feel a stirring in his pants, and knew deep down the only way things would get worse is if his small manhood at full mast was seen by an entire room of manly, military men. He sprayed himself with a bit of deodorant and decided to head back to the dorms. He took one last look out at the exercise equipment, seeing the Corporal lifting a barbell, his muscles becoming more pronounced with each pump. He gave him a wave, which the Corporal gave him a small salute in response, which made Henry feel fuzzy inside. He autopiloted himself back to the dorms while daydreaming various fantasies of a future with him. First a proposal, then the wedding, then the house with the two and a half kids Henry grasped the door handle to the dorm room and swung it wide, still living in his thoughts.
“Well, its nice of you to finally join us Private!” A commanding voice boom, quickly snapping Henry’s head from out of the clouds. He looked at the room in front of him, Smith and Hill standing at attention in front of their bunks, while Carson shifted nervously in front of his own. In the middle of the room was Sgt. Carter, standing tall and his chest puffed out while a tall man stood behind him with a uniform that was much more decorated than any others he’d seen on the base. He had an aura about him which commanded the gaze of everyone around him, he was older with greying white hair in a short buzzcut, yet had a muscular body which alluded to years upon years of military training. He locked eyes with Henry, with a stern piercing blue stare which penetrated right through Henry’s shields. He knew this man, the strikingly azure eyes unmistakable.
“C-Colonel Scott Sir! Apologies for being late, Sir!” Henry felt himself straighten out as his hand automatically saluted. Even in his short time in the army, he knew this man in front of him was the most important person on the entire base. Everything in one way or another goes through the man in front of him. So yet… why was he here of all places?
“Wh-what do we owe the pleasure Sir?” Henry choked out, feeling suffocated by the man’s no-nonsense demeanor. Sergeant Carter replied instead “Dorm inspections, Private. We’re here to evaluate how things are kept in these halls. These are standardized and random, and any infractions are to be noted for… improvement.” Henry quickly shuffled to the front of his bed, but felt his blood run cold. A wafting scent of stale piss still tickling his nose from Hill’s golden prank earlier in the day, which he doubted would go unnoticed. He locked eyes with Carson who also wore a stone-cold face of anxiety.
“Present!” The Colonel yelled as Smith stood at attention, the thin man’s outfit and cleanliness carefully scrutinized. His bed was well made and his fatigues were well kept, and despite his irritating persona, there were no flaws in how he carried himself. “Now the pants.” Henry’s eyes went wide as Smith unbuckled his belt and dropped trough at the flick of a hat. His plain white briefs on display for all to see, his bulge drawing Henry’s wide eyes. ‘What the fuck is going on…’ Henry thought to himself as the Colonel examined the briefs in front of him. Henry wasn’t sure if his was more akin to a Fraternity hazing, much less the army. “Turn.” The Colonel commanded, as Smith turned around, his backside and briefs now on display to the stern man. Henry’s breath hitched, his eyes turning to Carson who tried to keep a brave face. There was no way in hell that massive brown stain in the back of his shorts were going to go unnoticed now. The two stood in silent horror as time ran short.
“Acceptable.” The Colonel grunted as he moved to Hill, who was next in line. They went through the whole process of looking at the bed and the apparel of the larger man. Though, Hill wasn’t nearly as spotless as Smith was. “You need a shower, Cadet. I can smell those pits from here… Now pants down.” Hill blushed slightly as he lowered his drawers. The Colonel’s gaze narrowed. “Are you aware of these yellow spots on the front of your briefs Cadet?” Hill gulped. “N-no sir… it was just dribbling from the urinal I swear!” The colonel sighed. “Turn.” The burly man turned his massive backside to the presentation of his superior. While his briefs were clinging on for dear life stretching from his massive mounds, they didn’t seem to have any notable skid marks. “Looks clean, but your ass smells worse than the latrine…” Hill looked towards the ground as the older man humiliated him. “Hit the showers once we’re done here… or am I doing to need to have Nurse Trevor look after your bathing now?” A primal fear coursed through Hill’s expression. “No Sir! I’ll be clean as the shine on your boots Sir!” The colonel smiled. “We’ll have your hygiene reassessed by your sergeant in two hours, and he had better not smell a whiff of you. Do I make myself clear, cadet?!” Hill glanced at the Sergeant who looked disgruntled at the mere inconvenience of another inspection. “Crystal, Sir.”
The attention turned to Carson who stared death right in the face. At least, the death of his dignity. Henry wanted to cry out but knew he had to hold his tongue. At the end of the day, Carson was right, you can’t show weakness to anyone, especially not to the man in charge. “Present!” The Colonel directed sternly. Carson stood tall, going down with the ship against his will. The Colonel’s nostrils flared. “You smell too, Cadet… shameful.” Carson didn’t bat an eye. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” He replied, refusing to let his façade crack. “Pants.” Colonel Scott looked like a man who just called Check in Chess, and Carson was one turn away from Mate. He lowered his shorts slowly, grimacing the incoming fury. “The front looks surprisingly clean… now turn.” Carson froze, the delay not going unnoticed. Henry felt the anxiety pangs wracking him, like a fire burning in him, consuming him. He couldn’t bear to watch the impending humiliation unfold. “I said, TURN, Cadet!” Carson braced himself as he lifted his leg and began to pivot. The pit in Henry’s stomach hit a crescendo, a nauseating feeling wracking his entire gut.
Frrrrrrrrrt
The tension could be cut with a knife. Henry stood, stunned at the sudden interruption which came from his own pants. He didn’t even feel the need to fart before it already came flying out. The rest of the men glanced around, wondering if they all heard the same thing. The Colonels attention quickly shifted away from Carson, now striding over to Henry instead. “Did you have something to say Private?” Colonel Scott lectured the smaller lad as the gnawing pit in his stomach made his entire belly feel numb. “N-No sir! Sorry, Si-…” Henry felt a cramp wrack his body.
Prrrrrrp.
Smith and Hill looked at each other, trying to stifle their laugher. “Does this look like a god damn joke to you Cadet?!” Colonel Scott’s face started to turn red, his angle palpable to the entire room, yet Henry couldn’t find it in him to hold it together.
Brrrraap—splrk.
The colonels nose twitched at the wet sound that echoed in the room, and he wasn’t the only one who noticed. The rest of the men in the room looked on, like a car crash in slow motion. Henry didn’t know what was wrong, he felt fine just a few minutes prior, how could his entire body be betraying him from out of nowhere? The Colonel stepped to the side of Henry’s head and spoke directly into his ear. “If this is a fucking game, Private, its not fucking funny.” Henry winced in pain. “It’s not Sir…I- ughhh… I swear!” He cried out as the Colonel took some whiffs in the air around him. “Private, do you want to explain to me why the hell your bed smells like a damn latrine? I’m all too familiar with the smell of piss from an outhouse!” The Colonel didn’t bat an eye as Henry was at a loss for words. “He’s actually on Special Enrollment, Sir. In fact, I found one of his dirty diapers in the latrine garbage.” Sergeant Carter replied matter of fact, as Hill and Smith’s laughter became all the less stifled. Henry felt his entire face go red as the Colonel’s rage hit a tipping point. “IS THAT TRUE CADET? ARE YOU NOTHING MORE THAN A DIRTY DIAPER FAG?!”
Pfffffffff-blarrrrt
Henry felt his entire body convulse as the weight of a bowling ball forced its way out of his ass, the rush of shit coiling and smearing his ass cheeks. The flow of filth squelching and crackling as it piled up in the back of his briefs, forming a growing mound which was more visible by the second. “Oh my god, he’s fucking shitting himself!” Smith and Hill full on laughing at Henry’s utter debasement. Another spasm of his gut and more and more brown mush splattered over his backside, the mess coating his entire ass at this point and struggling to find room to expand. Carson looked at Henry with a haunted look on his face, unable to look away from the grapefruit sized bulge pushing out from the backside of Henry’s fatigues.
Another massive log strained out of Henry’s hole as an audible crackling sound penetrated the room, stretching him painfully as he cried out. The unrelenting dump forcing its way out no matter how much Henry tried to compose himself, the expanding pile smothering his taint, and creeping up his ballsack. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ…” Sergeant Carter plugged his nose as the unmistakable stink of shit clouded the room at a rapid pace. Henry cried out as a final wave of sloppy mess splattered out from his bowels, the semisolid much escaping the confines of his utterly desecrated underwear, now leaking down Henry’s legs. His once light green fatigues quickly staining an unmistakable brown all the way down to his boots, dripping into his socks. Henry dared not to move, lest he disturb the muddy bog barely kept contained in his fatigues.
The world stood still for a few moments as everyone took in the utterly vile scene before them. Carson looked on at Henry with relief, horror, and grief, barely able to process the bullet Henry just took for him, whether he had meant to or not. Henry looked up to the Colonel with tears in his eyes, expecting a court martial, pure unfiltered rage, and the most utterly degrading comments he could think of. Instead, the Colonel stood tall with a nearly expressionless face. Yet, Henry could feel it emanating from his piercing blue eyes. A primal urge surging through the older, dignified man. Like a predator who just trapped his prey. The tip of a sadistic smile curling at his lips, yet trying to keep composed for the rest of the prying eyes. The Colonel grabbed Henry’s wrist with a grip that rivaled handcuffs.
“My office. Now.”
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