Surrogate Sexual Awakenings

   By Rob Loveboy

   Chapter 2, The power of sex, a hidden military agenda

   Anton awoke with a raging hard-on, the need to pee undermined by the
need to get off.  Damon stirred.  He was rubbing his eyes to see the covers
kicked down and his dad fondling himself.  A new day would bring a new
sexual lesson.  He would learn to suck his father's cock.

   Anton encouraged his son to squat between his legs and take him in his
mouth while masturbating the base of his cock.  Adjustments were made to
the technique, The boy gagged and choked, almost puked when he ventured to
take more length.  His dad encouraged him to slow down and enjoy the
experience.  He told him to find his own comfort level, that it wasn't the
depth that mattered, it was how he performed on what he could handle.  His
fist smacked his mouth until he got that rhythm in check, his teeth grazed
but quickly rectified every time his dad flinched.  With a little practice
he even learned to gently take a thick testicle in his mouth and roll his
tongue around it.  Overall, Damon was a quick learner and adapted well to
his latest role of surrogate wife, even letting his mouth fill with the
bitter fluid and swallowing it, something Anton's wife would never allow.

   * * *

   Anton believed in absolute discipline within the rank and file.  Boys
teased and fought each other, it was a hazard of housing so many in such
close confines over the long period of summer.  Year after year during
their adolescents when they should have been enjoying the summer break like
other children, they attended the academy.  Many were peasant boys.  Their
parents would enrolling them in the government funded military training for
no other reason than a three-month reprieve from the financial burden of
raising teenage boys.  Others were misfits, sentenced by the courts to
attend the academies in hopes of rehabilitating them, and then others were
children of staunch military men believing the program would groom their
boys to follow in the legacy of older family members.

   Whatever discipline Anton managed to instill during his three-months of
custody was erased by the nine-months that the boys were at home.  Old
habits quickly resurfaced in many which meant that the breaking of their
spirit was necessary all over again.  The older they got; the more
difficult they became to manage.That was natural, however, the young
rookies were coming in with even greater, but less than ideal attitudes. 
Anton chalked it up to modern times; lazy kids playing video games all day
and night; plenty of junk food in the pantry; women's lib diminishing the
role of the stay-at-home mom's influence; and, what had been the watchful
eye of neighbors watching over not only their own brood, but those of
others and not being afraid to institute capitol punishment when it was
deserved regardless of who owned the insolent boy.  Schools, where
one-third of a boy's life was spent, were forbidden from using the strap
any longer, a good painful hauling to the principal's office by the ear,
--all suddenly powerless to control their student body for fear of assault
charges.

   Even the military-reared boys lacked discipline.  Their fathers were
often away a great deal of the time when they deserved a good beating for
rudeness towards mom or any other adult for that matter.  Anton would never
have to worry about his Damon becoming out of control because the boy knew
full well that the thick leather belt around his father's waist served a
dual purpose and seldom did he ever have to use it.

   Anton was at his wits end at the close of the previous summer semester.
He had a very proud record to uphold of a top-notch platoon but he saw
himself losing ground.  The boys were constantly beating on each other. 
According to the reports of the night guardians he read every morning, it
wasn't, as he thought, the select few bully's that he was quick to
determine would be problematic.  It was sometimes unfathomable to think
that a certain child would simply attack another boy regardless of age or
size.  There were no two ways about it; there was increased animosity
brewing within the ranks and the new semester would be no different with
most of last years cadets returning for another stint.

   Privileges were revoked, --no television or movie night, no snacks after
dinner, even latrine duty seemed not to have an impact on behavioral
deterrents.  Anton had no scruples instilling capitol punishment, his belt
over a bare-assed boy bent over his desk with their legs spread very wide
did nothing but excite him, pink holes winking at him, dangling testicles
and penis.

   Anton had never had such perverted notions before.  Never had he had
such evil thoughts about fishing out his hard cock and planting it deep in
a boy's pink, chewed bubblegum-like rectum; or, alternatively, looking down
at them on their knees slipping their lips over his leaking cockhead.  He
resisted the temptation almost daily.  Nevertheless, he took pleasure in
carrying out the disciplinary measures.

   That day after belting two boys, Anton called Boris into his office to
orally take care of his erection.  Afterwards, he sat the young man down to
discuss the growing disciplinary problem within the academy.

   "Nothing is working, Boris.  The boys have no fear of punishment
anymore. They seem to be getting greater enjoyment beating each other
knowing the certain consequences of it.  Where am I going wrong suddenly
after all these years?"

   Anton wasn't looking to Boris for answers, he was simply venting his
frustrations fearing he was on the verge of losing his reputation among his
peers of running one of the finest academies in the country.

   "If I may speak off the record, Sir?"

   "Yes, yes, by all means."

   "Times have changed very quickly regarding youth.  They are now well
above their age in intellect, . . .  add two years to their age nowadays.
Giving them the belt holds no merit of punishment any more.  Matter of
fact, they wear the marks as a badge of honor showing their sore asses to
others with pride.  They're mocking the system, Sir."

   "Interesting perspective, Boris.  But I already know that kids are
becoming more insolent.  It's how to counter it." Anton said, throwing his
arms in the air in frustration.

   "If I may, Sir.  I spent my youth at an all-boys school." Boris
hesitated before going on.  "It was a boarding school, Sir.  It was much
the same as our academy except for the fact that over three-hundred boys
were cooped up together in a very remote location for a full school year."

   "I'm all ears, Private Dolyniuk.  I think you have a point to make?"

   "We would sometimes have dances hosted at either our school or visited
the girl's academy nearby.  These dances were heavily chaperoned, of
course. The cadets became the perfect gentlemen.  They were forbidden to
dance too close, only arms around the girl's back or neck was permitted, .
. .if she was fond of you, that is.

   There was a moral to the story that Anton knew Boris was skirting around
so he bluntly asked, "So what's your point, lad?  That I should find a
girl's school and use that as a revoked privilege?  --It might just work,
at that!" Anton admitted, quite ambitious about the idea.

   "Sssir, some of the boys used to go back to the dormitory . . .  well,
extremely horny, Sir.  They didn't care how they got off, as long as they
got off and many turned to each other for sexual gratification.  And it
wasn't only after being teased by girls, . . .it was a very common pastime.
Gay was not in their vocabulary, it was simply a way to the means, . . . 
if you get my meaning."

   Shocked senseless, Anton sat up in his chair.  "You mean the whole
school of boys had sex with one another?"

   "I can't attest that all the boys were into it, but I can say that a
good many were.  They would use the vulnerable younger boys for sexual
pleasure, mostly blowjobs but, I knew a few who engaged in anal sex.  I was
one of the younger boys available anytime to a select few.  There were many
of us who were protected from the many bullies for services rendered."

   Anton was by then aghast, but intrigued, at what the young man divulged.
"Go on, I'm sure you have a point to all this, corporal?  "

   "Sir, the school's administration turned a blind eye to the sexual
activity.  Even when boys ratted and made claims of impropriety, they were
dismissed and their accusations never investigated.  They were beaten
severely and raped all the more after that.  One learned to keep his mouth
shut no matter what was done to him or others."

   Anton was confused, "So how does that relate to our academy, Boris?" he
asked, rarely using the young man's first name unless in intimacy; off the
record constituted intimacy.

   "Sir, the reason the school ignored the activity was because the boys
seldom fought each other, . . .  a certain harmony was reached.  Not only
the younger boy's were used, --older boys, room mates, were getting it on
and, if you can believe it, frequent orgies took place involving many boys,
usually in the showers where night time adult supervisors never ventured."

   "I'm flabbergasted to say the least, Boris!  Do go on." Anton's cock was
stirring despite the young man having serviced him not all that long
before.

   Boris took a deep breath, he leaned over the desk, stared his superior
in the eye, and said with confidence, "Sir, I think we can implement that
same culture here at the 131st military academy and reduce our disciplinary
problems."

   Anton was all ears, intrigued by the young homosexual.  "Now how would
we go about doing that, private?"

   "Since we are off the record, Sir, . . .  and I trust you.  I know of a
few older boys here who are having sex with each other.  During evening
leisure time, the latrine is the main meeting place.  The toilet stalls are
the only real privacy on camp.  --I was one of them once, Sir, --a cadet
here as you know.  I know what goes on hasn't changed over the years.  I
watch them from a distance going into the latrine for sex.  It's the best
kept secret on base, Sir."

   Anton was wide eyed, taken aback.  Homosexuality was practiced on his
base?  Impossible!  However, Boris was trustworthy.  He would have no
reason to make up such nonsense.

   "Carry on Private Dolyniuk."

   "Sir, the older boys can be instrumental, if not eager, to show the
younger cadets . . .  bully survival tactics, and to be blunt, Sir, if not
downright raping them into compliance, Sir."

   Anton's hand cupped his chin in deep thought as he considered what was
being presented to him.  He weighed the pros and cons in his mind. 
Definitely, the pros far exceeding the cons.  The molestation of his own
son was a good example.  Damon was even younger than the boys of the
academy.

   With his erection at full throttle, he asked Boris, "Are you certain you
can pull this off without repercussions?"

   "Yes, Sir, I am confident of it.  We will have a harmonious platoon
before long if you give me absolute control over making it happen.  I will
keep you appraised of the progress."

   "Make it happen, Dolyniuk.  We never had this conversation.

   "No, Sir.  What conversation, Sir?"

   * * *

   In bed with Damon that night, the boy's virgin hole was on the agenda.
Anton flipped his son over onto his stomach, placed a bunch of pillows
under his tummy and commenced to lick the pink puckered hole.  He hadn't
planned the event, it just happened.  Damon's cock grew hard in the palm of
his father's hand, the man's fingers grasped it tightly and slowly massaged
the length.

   Damon was freaked out at first as to why his father would dare lick his
bum-hole.  However, it felt very nice once he got over the initial
vulgarity, another sex education subject learned, although he hoped his dad
would not be expecting the same in return.

   Anton licked and sucked ass and jerked his son off.  Once the boy was
completely relaxed and at his mercy, he applied lube to his cock.  Damon
didn't know what his father had in store for him but two inches forced into
the unsuspecting boy was all that was needed to forge ahead until his pubic
hair was pressed against the boy's lower spine.

   God, he never felt anything as warm and wonderful .  He ignored Damon's
screams of pain.  Anton knew it wouldn't be easy on the boy, nonetheless,
he knew he would get used to it over time.  The pillows had collapsed. 
Anton was on top of the boy and lost in oblivion fucking him.  It was so
tight, so hot inside his son's tight ass.  Anton lasted only a few minutes
before he christened his son's bowels with one of the most powerful orgasms
of his life.

   Damon was getting used to being crushed.  The pain he had been
experiencing was suddenly over with after his dad collapsed atop him.  It
was a great relief.  He wasn't sure he wanted to do that again, however,
the idle cock up his bum felt okay as it deflated and finally slip out of
his rectum.  He crawled out from under his sleeping father, placed the
man's arm around his chest and went to sleep.

   * * *

   Damon woke up before his father the next morning.  He reached under the
covers disappointed to find the man flaccid.  It didn't stop him from
exploring his dad's junk and, to his amazement, it began to expand in his
hand.  His dad woke up, kicked down the covers and placing a hand on the
back of his head guided his head lower but for only a few inches before
Damon knew what was expected of him.

   Anton was in his glory.  He loved his cock sucked as all men did. 
Training his personal cock-sucker to his likes was the utopia.  Damon did
everything asked of him, or more to the point, exactly as instructed and
never forgot a lesson.

   * * *

   At that exact time, Boris was cumming in thirteen year-old Fritz's
mouth. The boy was not too pleased about it.  However his indiscretion of
stealing chocolate bars from the academy store was a minor incident.  But,
in his case, it was a serious predicament that could send him back to
juvenile jail.  Under the circumstances, he smartly realized he had no
choice but to submit when the man hauled him into a broom closet, his hard
cock exposed, and gave him the ultimatum.  The extremely handsome boy
complied because, having been there once, he never wanted to go back to
juvenile detention center again.

   Boris was a master at getting boys into bed for sex.  He read them well.
He knew the vulnerable ones from the more challenging inhabitants, In his
two year tenure, he had had more boys than he could count.  Now that he had
his commanding officer's blessing, he no longer worried about `conduct
unbecoming' and exploited the new situation to his advantage.  The bossman
had shown his weakness to Boris that one day, may or may not, come back to
haunt his superior officer.  But for now he was free to hit on boys without
repercussions because his CO would cover up any wrongdoings.

   * * *

   For Anton, fucking his son became a nightly activity.  This was followed
by a morning blowjob.  Damon was quickly learning his place and was
beginning to, at least, get used to his father's cock up his bum.  It was
always painful at first, but he tolerated it because he loved the
attention.

   * * *

   It was at a military soiree at a generals house that Anton met a fellow
camp commander, Philippe Kowalski.  Philippe was in charge of the largest
cadet camp in the country, 1,200 boys.The commander had a reputation for
producing well trained cadets sought after by military recruiters.

   Anton found himself alone walking leisurely with the infamous man around
the vast garden, both admiring the plants and flowers, and both somewhat
inebriated.  They sat at a bench, cocktails in hand.

   "Do tell me?  Philippe;" he dared ask, "What is your secret bringing
boys through the ranks year after year until the motherland takes many of
them off your hands for officer training?"

   Philippe took a sip of his vodka, stretched out and remained quiet for
several moments before replying, "Boys are like play-dough, Anton.  You can
mold them into anything you want." he paused a short while, and said, "They
are all horny little fuckers." frustratingly, he paused again looking up at
the stars pointing out Venus and other astrology symbols.

   Anton became impatient and pressed the man sitting to his left.  "Yes,
my boys are certainly that." he laughed "They jerk off whenever given the
chance." Anton laughed and paused before dare saying, "Like the unwritten
military code of conduct, --free to do it in public, just don't get
caught!"

   Philippe laughed a laugh that Anton found belittling.  "Ah, . . .Anton,
you are so naive.  Boys are hornier than that." he looked Anton in the eye
and said, "They can be taught other ways to get their rocks off together."

   Anton was perplexed, he heard the man clearly, but needed clarification
of exactly what he was implying.  "Meaning what?"

   "Meaning that boys who play together stay together.  Less dissension in
the ranks, comrade, Anton.  Boys need to be taught early in life that women
aren't the only means of sexual gratification." he paused, smiled and
continued, "My cadets learn to do without girls when they have no other
choice."

   Anton was quick to the defensive, "Are you insinuating that homosexual
activity should be encouraged?"

   "Surely not encouraged as a lifestyle, comrade.  Simply . . .  a venting
of male sexual needs, lets say, during times of female famine, like boot
camp, . . .  and later, a lonely military life cooped up with males for
long periods of time.  It only makes good sense, . . .  don't you agree,
Comrade Anton?"

   Anton wasn't sure what he thought.  He had never considered taking team
building measures that far, why would he?.  He promoted masturbation as did
all camp administrators, but that was purely basic human need.

   Homosexuality was clearly defined as intolerable according to written
military code of ethics.  He had personally expelled a few boys over the
years caught engaged in such illicit activity.  Philippe Kowalski only
added fuel to what Boris claimed in his own experience at the private boys
school he attended.

   * * *

   As fate would have it, Anton read a corporal's rather long descriptive
incident report the next morning after he and Philippe Kowalski had the off
the record conversation.  The timing could not have been more surreal.

   Fourteen year-old Axel Walinski was the grandson of a five-star general.
The boy excelled in every aspect of the academy's curriculum, a shoe-in for
transfer to the elite officer training academy.  The paper work was already
in progress having very little to do with his grandfather's influence and
based on his own merit. .Axel had one weakness, he liked sucking cock, many
cocks at that.  Evenings would find the boy sitting on a toilet in the
latrine with other boys lined up waiting their turn for a blowjob.  The
entire platoon of boys knew about Axel's perversion, however, it was kept
quiet within the ranks.

   A corporal assigned as night supervisor happened to notice his charges
absence from leisure time of movie night.  They seemed to be spending too
much time in the loo, as Boris had admitted, but kept quiet about it.  His
curiosity got the better of him one night when, during a popular movie,
eight boys were noticeably missing.  When the young corporal walked in the
washroom, six red-faced startled boys began to wash their hands and exit.

   The cubicle door was closed, however six legs were seen, grey military
issued sweat-shorts and white underwear gathered at their ankles.  The
corporal stood on the adjoining cubicle toilet and peered down at the scene
of the cadet servicing two others, a hand around each cock masturbating
them and orally delving over each with zest.

   The three boys involved were held overnight in the brig; something Anton
was not happy about.  However a crime had been committed and protocol was
followed, as well as, a military police investigation where the two other
boys involved ratted-out young Axel's vice.  Other platoon boy's were
called forth admitting only heresy about what went on in the latrine most
nights, of course, never admitting that they used his services and those of
others.

   Anton was faced with one hell of a predicament, a general's grandson
caught under less than reputable circumstances.  Dishonorable discharge was
the only option according to military rules.  Anton dropped his head; how
was he to handle the delicate situation, a five star general's grandson
caught sucking off other boys.  Philippe and Boris' words rang out in his
mind, as well as the very possibility of the general's wrath and military
transfer from his beloved academy, and worse, away from his son, Damon.

   to be continued . . .

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