I awoke the following morning with Rex's arm around me and a desperate need to relieve myself. I extricated myself and left the tent to be greeted by grey skies and a chill in the air. As I attended to my own needs the thought uppermost in my mind was that we were unlikely to able to go rock climbing (which I enjoyed) and that Sergeant Watkins would not be able to carry out his threat of further private retribution.
I returned to the tent to find that the others had arisen and were preparing breakfast. I joined Rex and Mark and inquired as to their well being. Rex was almost fully recovered from his punishment but Mark was still quite surly because of the treatment he had received. I don't think he blamed Rex for his role but when Mark was in a foul mood it was difficult to tell whom he blamed.
After breakfast our company struck camp and trudged off towards the rock-climbing site. As we neared our goal the heavens opened and we scrambled madly to get our coats out. While we huddled under the nearest shelter waiting for a break in the weather, Watkins announced that we would not be rock climbing but rather would go on a forced march around the perimeter of the base until we returned to the main camp. We all groaned.
After about twenty minutes, with no sign of a let up in the weather, we were assembled into two ranks and set off at a quick march on our journey. For six hours and with only one break for lunch we tramped through the bush along narrow trails getting more and more thoroughly soaked as we went. Water seeped into every opening in our clothes and by the time we were on the outskirts of the main camp we were soaked to the skin.
Our spirits lifted as the main camp came into view and elation grew as we neared our barracks and the opportunity to get warm under the showers and change into dry clothes.
As the platoon was dismissed, Watkins yelled: "You three," pointing at Rex, Mark and myself, "Get some dry clothes and report back here".
Confused, we obeyed and soon returned to the edge of the parade ground with a change of clothes wrapped tightly in towels and concealed beneath our raincoats.
"Come with me" Watkins instructed and led us off in the general direction of the officers' quarters.
As we trooped along I had this sinking feeling in my stomach which turned to mild terror as Watkins went directly to the hut occupied by our cadet captain Charles Wilson and knocked on the door.
Charles opened the door after a short interval and ordered us inside.
"Put your dry clothes over there" said Charles, indicating a sofa "and get into the shower. Leave your wet clothes in the bathroom".
Glad of the opportunity the three of us raced to get to the hot water having dumped our fresh clothes in the sitting room. Rex and Mark clambered into the shower stall together, quickly joined by me and we happily let the warm water wash away the cold from our bodies. As my companions washed eachother I decided to leave the warmth of the shower and get dressed. As I dried myself, reality hit.
"_f_u_c_k_, " I exclaimed to my two companions.
What's up?" asked Rex.
"Well, if you could get you head away from your _c_o_c_k_ for just one minute, you would realise that we are in here, our clothes are out there and so are Charles and Grant.
"_f_u_c_k_." said Rex in the universal language of the young.
Foolishly, we looked for the possibility of escape but of course there was only the inevitable path to follow.
With my towel tied tightly around my waist, I opened the door and stuck my head out hoping against hope that Charles and Grant might not be there.
"About time,' said Charles "come on in.
I closed the door behind me and started to reach for my clothes only to be told by Grant: "You won't be needing those for a while. Stand over there" he directed, indicating the longest wall of the hut.
I moved into the place indicated and stood at ease while he summoned Rex and Mark to join me.
Charles sat on the sofa and looked intently at out freshly shower pink bodies.
Without taking his eyes off us he said: "Sergeant, go and get changed. Send the rest of the platoon to the mess hall where there are training films being shown but send Indgy and West over here. You come back when you're finished."
"Yes Sir." replied Watkins and departed.
With a slight laugh in his voice and a mean look in his eye, Charles crossed the room and picked up a riding crop which he used as a swagger stick and moved to face us.
"You know what they say at School about sodomy. Every one does it but only the dummies get caught!" he said. "And what do we have here, three dummies! Sergeant Watkins says that he gave you some mild punishment but I think there's a need for more and I intend to beat you all severely. Now, before we start, let me be absolutely clear about who has done what."
Pointing to Mark he directed: "Why don't you explain who has done what and to whom."
Mark hesitated but when Charles pointed the riding crop at his naked chest suddenly blurted out: "Well Rex was caught with me but Jamie was only watching but Jamie got screwed by Watkins last night and Rex did me again."
The rambling dissertation was sufficient to encapsulate the salient points.
Before Charles could comment there was a knock at the door and Ivor Indyg and Peter West entered.
"Ah!" exclaimed Charles, "the other two lovebirds. Get undressed and join the party gentlemen."
Rex and I exchanged confused glances.
"It seems that these two," said Charles indicating in the general direction of Ivor and Peter, "spent part of last night screwing around in the bushes near your camp site and the ever-vigilant Sergeant Watkins saw them. "So it's a thrashing for the lot of you."
"You," he said pointing at Mark, "drop the towel and be so kind as to push the sofa against the wall and then bend over it.
Protest being pointless, Mark did as directed and soon had his naked backside fully exposed to us all.
Charles walked over and rubbed his hands over the lines which were still evident from Mark's previous beatings. "Nice and firm," he said and looking at Rex, added: "At least you have good taste. The only prettier sight is Ivor's backside."
Rex did not respond but his commencing erection indicated that the sight of Mark's upturned rear was enough to excite him no matter that he was about to be beaten.
"I'll show you what I mean'" Charles continued. "Ivor, you shall join Mark but not too close - I don't want to miss the target."
Ivor dejectedly walk over to the back of the sofa and bent over.
"See what I mean," said Charles to Rex, "Mark's backside is smaller and less pronounced while Ivor's just invites attention.
Not expecting any comment, Charles then went over to the storage closet in the corner of the room and extracted a cane.
"Ivor," he declared, "you should have known that I would have you watched. For being so stupid I shall give you twelve strokes. As for you, Mark, you shall get six for having allowed Chadwick to have his way with you which means twelve for you two since he did it twice according to you own confession."
Incensed, I said firmly: "That's not fair, the second time Watkins forces Rex to screw him."
"Shut up or you'll get extra for impertinence. But the point seems valid so it will be six for having _s_e_x_ the first time, three for being out of bounds at the supply hut and three for the second occasion. Now let's see, oh, that still makes an even dozen. Well, at least I tried." Charles laughed at his own sense of humor.
Neither of the two boys knew when the cane would arrive at their backsides and as Charles swung into action he seemed to delight in the element of surprise. One stroke each was then followed by two more for Ivor and then three for Mark creating confusion, increased anxiety on the part of the victims and mathematical uncertainty.
Time and again the cane was swung in a wide arc and elicited cries from both boys. To my surprise, Ivor appeared to be reacting more violently than Mark yet it was Mark who must have had the more tender posterior.
Finally, Charles ceased the double flogging and told the boys to get up. As they turned toward us I was startled to see that Ivor has a massive erection and that his thrashing about had been more related to _s_e_x_ual excitement than pain. Mark was simply crying.
I was dealt with swiftly. My crime had been to attend the illicit meeting in the storeroom and to have allowed myself to be penetrated. I was advised that "eight should suffice" and duly, if not quite stoically went to assume the required position.
My backside was still tender from the previous day and the first two strokes were all I could take without crying out. Time and again the cane landed on the fleshy part of my arse as Charles aimed for the area where thigh and buttocks meet. His aim appeared to unerring and I simply could not avoid howls of pain as the blood started to trickle down the inside of my thigh. Having drawn blood, Charles appeared to lessen the power of his stokes and altered the target point to the centre of my backside. Even so, as the last two slashes whipped into my bum the pain was truly memorable and it was with great difficulty that I rose and resumed my place.
As Charles paused in the proceedings, Watkins arrived and smiled with a certain degree of satisfaction at the three crying boys who were trying to rub the pain away from their arses.
Ivor, Mark and I were then ordered to leave and we hurriedly dressed and exited. As I departed I gave Rex my "hope you'll be alright" look but could not say anything.
Over an hour later, Peter and Rex returned to our barracks where the three of us had taken refuge. We had no desire to join the rest of our comrades in the mess hall.
Both boys had been crying and both were extremely docile. Peter advised us what had happened.
Rex and Peter had been punished separately. Peter had been locked in the bathroom while Rex was beaten. Through the door separating the bathroom from the scene of the action, Peter said that he could Charles declaring that he was going to be most severe because Rex had been the dominant partner. Peter said that the flogging commenced with a belt and then proceeded to the cane accompanied by the most pitiful cries of pain from Rex. Silence had followed and then another shriek from Rex caused Peter to almost lose control of his bladder. Peter was about to explain what he thought went on when Rex finally decided to tell us what happened.
Rex got up and slowly took down his trousers in the time-honoured tradition to show us the damage. My heart went out to this beautiful boy for whom I had the deepest of _s_e_x_ual and emotional feelings as he turned and we saw livid stripes expending from the top of his beautiful arse to well down his thighs.
"When they had finished doing this," said Rex, "Grant held he down over the sofa while Charles came up behind me and rammed his prick up my arse without any Vaseline or anything. The pig just _f_u_c_k_ed me for all he was worth and tore my arsehole wide apart."
I knew precisely how Rex felt and told him so. I then told him to lie down while I got a towel and some water to clean the blood up.
As I attended to Rex's wounds, Peter advised that he was released from the bathroom only to find Rex lying on the floor covered in stripes and with blood and sperm seeping from his arse.
"I didn't have much of a chance to help Rex," said Peter, "because Charles simply threw me over the back of the sofa and started giving me what Rex had just had - a sound thrashing with the belt and then the cane. This is what they did" he concluded and took down his trousers to reveal much the same damage as Rex.
I continued wiping blood from Rex's backside. As I started to clean between his cheeks he gave a slight whimper and I took great care to try an avoid compounding his pain.
Peter lay down and Ivor started to clean him up as he concluded his narration of events.
"When the beating stopped, after I don't know how many strokes, Charles took hold of me and held me down. Now Grant is not as big as Charles is so I was the lucky one I guess. He rammed into me without any lubrication and, while it hurt, it was nothing compared to what Rex had to take. Fortunately the little _s_h_i_t_ came quickly so the ride wasn't all that long. Like Rex, I simply fell to the floor when they had finished and could barely get dressed when Charles told us to "get out". The bastards were laughing at us when we left."
Peter started crying at the memory as Ivor carefully cleaned him up.
I finished with Rex but as I got up to take away the water and the towel, Rex grabbed my wrist. He pulled me closer to him and said "thanks" moments before kissing me gently on my lips. The pain in my posterior faded away in that moment and I kissed Rex back. He smiled and quietly said "In a day or two" and let go of my wrist. Shaking, not from the pain in my rear but from the joy of that brief moment, I went about removing the towel and bowl.
When I returned, Ivor was finishing his attendance upon Peter while Mark looked on with a dark look on his face. Mark was plotting revenge.