Military Abuse 3 I was appalled by what was happening because I was really just the victim of the other two. So I tried to defend myself and exonerate myself in order to put things back in order, and I related all the successive events, the first obligatory fellatio in the showers then the irruption in my tent during the bivouac and the continuation that the adjutant could see.He listened to me without interrupting me and after a moment of reflection, he added “victim perhaps, but how to explain then that this kind of aggression forces you to satisfy yourself at the end? If it is not that you found a certain pleasure in it…”.He really had seen it all, and I could only kiss his eyes, which was enough to give a positive answer to his question.I allowed myself to sob, begging him not to follow up on this affair, to lecture the three of us, to put us on chores, but not to publicize this event of which he was after all the only witness.He had a moment of reflection after my last argument and he added that indeed he could very well keep it at his level but that he was going to have to sanction despite everything, that it was his duty, as he would do for his own children if they had made themselves responsible for a big fault.I didn't see where he was exactly going with this, but I was reassured to know that he could avoid telling his bosses about this matter.He went to the door of his office to pull the lock and stood in front of me, staring at me then he added "now we are sure we will not be disturbed, you must be punished and I will take care of it" . He had voluntarily adopted the familiarity and this familiar side still increased his power over me.The room that was his office was sparsely furnished but a large work table sat almost in the middle and he ordered me to lean towards it, putting my hands on it. I complied beginning to have an idea of ​​the punishment he intended to inflict on me and which I imagined as a bad time to pass like when I was being punished by my father in the past.I was there leaning on the desk when I received the first spanking of the flat with a vigorous hand. The blow made me jump but the pain wasn't there yet and alternately I got spanked on the right then on the left. I gritted my teeth because after a few blows I began to feel the heat radiating off my buttocks despite the protection of my fatigues pants and my underpants. But in addition to the heating of my buttocks, I felt that despite myself the situation had an effect on my sex because I had the beginning of an erection. The evil side of the situation affected me and the more I thought about it the less I could control this reaction.It was after a good dozen slaps on my buttocks that the sergeant stopped to say "a real spanking is not done in such conditions..." and joining the gesture to the word, he grabbed the belt of my combat pants to undo it and quickly let it descend on my feet. I was red with shame to find myself thus, humiliated in front of this non-commissioned officer who obviously must have taken some pleasure in watching me in this position. He pulled up my fatigues jacket which partly hid my behind still protected by the frail rampart represented by my underpants.What I feared happened, I felt the warrant officer's hands grab my underpants on the other side and begin to pull it down despite my refusal "No, please, not underpants, my warrant officer" and one of my hands who tried to oppose it. But firmly he put my hand back on the table and told me to keep the position, then he lowered my panties. Unfortunately he encountered an obstacle to the descent of this last rampart, in fact the situation had only stiffened my penis even more which disturbed the descent of the piece of fabric. He understood very quickly what was happening and pushed aside the panties a little to let my cock pass which, released, stood up proudly. He then added “I was quite right my boy when I found it curious that you ended up after having sucked off your comrades. So all this seems to exist well for you, you reveal yourself,When the panties had joined the pants on my calves, there was a great moment of silence during which I was certain that the sergeant was enjoying the spectacle of my little buttocks slightly reddened and offered. Hands on the table I was waiting for the next slap to fall on my bare buttocks and I admit that a few tears were flowing from the corner of my eyes as the tension was palpable.But it was suddenly his hand that I felt caressing my buttocks, which was quickly joined by the second each of them playing before a buttock, kneading, stroking. I distinctly heard his breathing which seemed to have accelerated while his hands spread my two lobes to expose my little hole. I couldn't react, I was paralyzed by a situation that was quickly getting out of hand. He declared "you have a particularly horny ass my boy, it would be a shame to spank it more, there is better to do to punish it...". I shudder after those words because it was easy to half-understand where he was coming from.He then presented a finger to my lips, and forced my mouth to lick it and cover it with saliva. Then he put it on my little hole and pushed it into my foundation. I could not suppress a moan after this intrusion. He moved his finger back and forth for a few moments then took it out and showed it to me in the mouth along with a second. Once well wet, he presented them on my washer which had no choice but to swallow them. He moved them in my foundation, pushed them aside, made them slide, making me squeal between pain and pleasure.I now knew the direction my punishment would soon take, and it was no surprise that I understood, from the sound of a belt being undone and a garment falling, that the sergeant was releasing his cock. I allowed myself to say “No my sergeant, I never did it, not that, not that”. Getting caught like a homosexual was by my up ...

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