A Perverse Passage to India Part Nine


by Jawan <Sdas2@hotmail.com>

Realizing that I was getting suspcious looks from soldiers around, I decided that it was time for me to leave the Pioneer Training Ground. I began walking away. As I wandered around the enormous military facility, I got lost.

Suddenly, as I approached an exit, I saw a sight that made me stop dead and gawp. Lined up against a wall were a row of recruits. Their legs were in the air, military boots resting against the wall. The full weights of their bodies were resting on the palms of their hands. Their _s_e_x_y little black and brown faces were hanging down, and the blood must have been rushing down to their heads. Their cute little round arses were yummily on display.

There must have been two squads, and they were so tightly stacked up on that wall that one recruit could not fit on the punishment wall, and he had been made to do pultis (somersaults) for punishment instead. While the recruits paid for their sins on the walls, two obese NCOs stalked up and down, yelling abuse at them. One raised his swagger stick, and in his excitement, managed to get his foot caught in a hole and to twist his ankle. It seemed as though he blamed the unfortunate recruits for his clumsiness from the savage way in which he brought down that swagger stick on the nearest _s_e_x_y little khaki tushes around him.

CRACK! Gasp of pain. CRACK! Muted yelp. CRACK! Cum seeps through the perv's trouser fronts. Military faggotry for ever.

This is the last entry in the set of stories called A Perverse Passage to India. Once I got off the military base, I returned home and had no more c/p voyeuristic adventures that summer. But what a lot of jerk off pleasure that one day provided.


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