"Jayachandra, " Guruswamy called out. "Since he's [Venugopal, that is] so interested in this other banchooth's (an obscene term) punishment, let him join us." While he was speaking, Guruswamy, who was still holding Sachdev's burning ears tight in his hairy hands, absent mindedly allowed the back of the boy's head to rest against his crotch. Sachdev forced himself not to fidget though he was sickeningly aware of the hot obvious bulge of Guruswamy's erection resting against the back of his head.
"What's your name 56?" screamed Jayachandra in Venugopal's ear.
The flustered youth responded, "Venugopal, " omitting the obligatory "sahib" (sir).
"Baanchooth, " shrieked Jayachandra. "Who am I? Your mother?"
"No sahib. I'm sorry, sahib," cried out Venugopal a slight tremor in his voice.
"I bet you are sorry, " yelled Jayachandra clouting Venugopal smartly on the head. "I am keeping an eye on you Venugopal. You and I are going to get to know each other."
Venugopal felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Before he had entered the military, he had talked to his uncle who had been in the army years before. The uncle had refused to go into detail about his training, but he had merely with an ambiguous smile said, "Try to remain anonymous; the longer it takes for the NCOs to know your name the better." And here on his very first day, Venugopal miserably reflected, he had drawn Jayachandra's attention to him. Actually, Venugopal needn't have feared. He would receive his fair share of punishment during the hellish period of basic training, but he was bright enough to by no means be the most picked on recruit
"Venugopal, " yelled Jayachandra. "Fall out."
Guruswamy ordered the other recruits to stand at ease. He then released Sachdev's ears. "Stand up, " he ordered. Sachdev was now facing Venugopal who had jogged out of ranks. Both boys looked steadily ahead avoiding each other's eyes. They were too scared to even think about their humiliation. "Sachdev," said Guruswamy. "This prick was enjoying watching you be punished. Now you can punish him. Here," and he extended his swagger stick. Sachdev tried to control the trembling in his hand as he took the swagger stick from Guruswamy.
"Venugopal,," yelled Jayachandra. "About turn" (what Americans would call "about face").
Venugopal swivveled around as smartly as he could. He was now facing the rest of the soldiers, and Sachdev was standing directly behind him. Guruswamy was standing beside Sachdev, and Jayachandra behind Sachdev. "Now Sachdev," said Guruswamy in a conversational tone, "Hit the mother_f_u_c_k_er."
A slightly flustered Sachdev swung the stick half-heartedly and tapped Venugopal's well defined ass. Sachdev was faintly conscious of the welts a little lower on Venugopal's bare thighs and of the the slight flush of embarassment and self-consciousness that he could see creeping up Venugopal's neck (even black boys can visibly blush when they are embarassed).
"You call that punishment?" said Jayachandra. "Just for that, you get two." And he swung back his stick and belted Sachdev twice on the ass with explosive force. The boy could no longer control himself, and to his chagrin he felt a hot tear trickle down his face. "Oh look, " Jayachandra cooed in mock solicitude, "The poor baccha (child) is crying." Then parodically rubbing Sachdev's stinging ass, "Does that hurt, poor thing? Now HIT the banchooth." Sachdev had learned his lesson, and through the blur of his tears, he swung the stick back and hit Venugopal smartly on the ass.
"Again," said Jayachandra. Whack, whack, whack, went Sachdev while Venugopal haplessly squirmed and clenched his fists to prevent himself throwning up a hand to protect his fiercely inflamed behind.
"Now, so you don't feel left out, " chuckled Jayachandra. "Three for you," and Sachdev got three smart blows on his fair hairless thighs which immediately turned pink.
Ah, the incomparable joys of sadistic faggotry!