“Wake the fuck up! No one gave y’all permission to fucking go to sleep!”
Xavier sat up straight in his chair the second he heard the booming voice of the officers. He quickly looked at the clock and noticed that they were waiting for over three hours. Xavier closed his eyes and scrubbed his face and ran his fingers over his recently closed shaved hair, head already missing his long hair. He felt naked without his hair that used to draw men to him like a moth to a flame. Men loved playing, gripping, and pulling on his hair whenever they fucked him hard from behind. Xavier got a pleasurable thrill whenever he was fucked hard from behind. Xavier loved rough sex period, being bitten, smacked hard on his ass, it was the only time he enjoyed being ordered around. Rough sex did something to him, and with the right partner, Xavier usually came harder, and the afterglow lasted longer in his opinion. He didn’t mind feeling the pain after a good lovemaking session a few days after.
A throat cleared that caused him to pull out of his thoughts and opened his eyes to sheets of papers being shoved in his face. Xavier’s face creased into a frown at being interrupted but didn’t say anything as he took the documents and passed them to the person sitting behind him. He was trying to pretend that everything was okay, but truthfully it wasn’t. Xavier was somewhere he didn’t want to be, and he wanted his old life back where he was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted. Xavier knew that as much as he wanted to run from the fucking room he couldn’t. He was stuck in the military for four years, the judge's words kept ringing in his head jail or the military.He sighed resigning himself that there was nothing he could do, but tough it out for the next four years, and then he was free to go back to his regular life. If he looked at in a positive light, he was killing two birds with one stone. Serving his country and jail sentence at the same time.
“I am Senior Chief Petty Officer Roberts and standing to my left is Senior Chief Petty Officer Greenhawk. You will refer to us as Senior Chief or Senior. For the next eight weeks, we will be your asses belong to us. Look--”
Roberts or whatever his name was kept talking and Xavier had to hold back his gasp; when he noticed the other guy standing to the right of the podium It was the one who had yelled at him earlier. Fuck, he was hot as hell. He wasn’t wearing his cap that hid half of his face, and he was definitely taller than the other guy and Xavier since he was paying attention and wasn’t trying to contemplate his escape. The man had muscles for fucking days that made Xavier want to purr like a kitten and rub his cheek and other things on his body. The man was sexy with the brightest green eyes Xavier had ever seen. He had a tan complexion that Xavier thought was from being out in the sun too long but can tell that it was the other man’s natural skin tone. Xavier knew that he was gay since he was thirteen years old. Some say that's too young, but when he'd rather watch Tommy Simpkins change his clothes for gym than kissing his sister Chrissy, he knew then that he was gay. Xavier had lost his virginity when he was sixteen to a guy he’d barely known and was easy to forget. He’d never been in a relationship and wouldn’t know where to start.Xavier started when he heard yelling in his ears.
“You have wax in your ears recruit! Get the fuck up!”
He looked around everyone else was standing up and jumped to his feet without saying a word. What the hell did I miss? Everyone else started filing out of the room and lining up outside of the classroom. They walked down the hallway silently and to start the rest of his life.
The Recruit Division Commander or RDC hated him, Xavier was sure of that. It’s only been two weeks since he’d been at the recruiting command. He’d been told to drop and do pushups at least twenty times every time he opened his mouth. The last time he was ordered to drop all he did was asked a question. Admittedly, it might have been a stupid question because he was too busy paying attention to Senior Chief’s delectable, mouth wondering what magic could they provide to his cock that was in dire need. This was the longest Xavier had ever gone without sex, and he was fucking dying. He was also tired of using his hand to get him off, to him that was what teenagers did. He needed and wanted the touch of a man.
Xavier wasn’t adjusting to the Navy life, not in the fucking least. He fucked up more times than he could count. Whenever the division commanders spoke, it was if they were speaking in a different language and he wondered if it was only him that thought that. He needed a fucking translator to tell him what the hell his division commanders said even if it was the simplest things. He walked over and threw his cap on his rack which was called a bed in Navy lingo a bane of his existence.Everything was set up as if he and the other recruits were already stationed on a ship which sort of made sense to him. But what if he got stationed on land rather than on a ship? It was a question he was afraid to ask in case his division commander decided it was dumb and put him in the push-up position longer than the last time.
My fucking arms are so sore, he screamed in his head.
It was the only way he could vent his anger these days. Recruits weren’t allowed to do shit without their Recruit Division Commanders say so. He was about to sit down when their Assistant Recruit Chief Petty Officer or AROC called the division to attention. Xavier hurried and stood before his rack standing at attention. He mentally rolled his eyes when he saw that it was Senior Chief Asshole number two as everyone liked to call Roberts behind his back. Senior Chief Asshole number one was Greenhawk who seemed to have it out for Xavier.
“Parade rest,” Senior Chief Roberts ordered.
Everyone stood with their feet about twelve inches apart with their hands clasped behind their backs, and their eyes and head forward. No one spoke or said a word; the recruits were not allowed to speak unless spoken to by the RDC’s.
“Carter, grab your cap and come with me,” he ordered.
Xavier’s eyes widened, and the guy facing him did the same. Nathan Jennings was his name had the same thought of ‘oh shit, what the fuck did I do now' written all over his face. Fuck, probably the rest of his barracks was thinking the same thing.
“Are you fucking deaf, Carter?” Senior Chief asked.
“No, Senior Chief,” Xavier answered.
Bootcamp was harder than what he saw in movies. It was only two weeks, and he was still struggling to come to grips with some things. They were learning a few how things are supposed to be. Especially, after the first few days of their division commanders showing up waking them up, making them exercise until all they could do was drop. The favorite phrase was they wanted to make it rain inside the ship. Which meant that the more he and his fellow recruits sweated and fogged up the windows, making the floors wet from their combined sweats the harder and longer the division commanders drilled them. It was as if they took pleasure out of making their life a living hell. Xavier didn’t know if he would get used to the whole Navy thing, but he didn’t have a choice. He still kept dreaming of escaping, and the only way to do that was to flunk out, but he didn’t know what would happen if he got kicked out. The prospect of jail was still looming over his head. He had to tough it out for one thousand four hundred and some change days.
Xavier was also learning not to ask questions he grabbed his cap and stuck it into the small opening of his pants that were starting to get looser on him as evidence that he as already losing weight and he’d only been there for two weeks. The foot they serve in the mess hall wasn't bad, it was that Xavier didn't have much of an appetite and was in constant worry that he was going to do or say something stupid. He shook his head in disappointment as he stood beside Sr. Chief asshole number two. Xavier hoped he wasn’t being played for a fool again like the last time Senior Chief asshole number two got him into deep shit with Senior Chief asshole number one. It all went back to not understanding Navy lingo. Senior Chief Roberts (asshole number two) had told him to knock on Sr. Chief Greenhawk (asshole number two) office door and ask for the ‘one dee ten tee’ form. Xavier followed the man’s instruction to the letter because that was what he was told to do. But Sr. Chief Greenhawk didn’t even let him finish his sentence before a sexy ass growl left his mouth and told Xavier to hit the deck and stay in the push-up position until he returned. Which was a long fucking time his arms felt as if they were going to fall off the longer Senior Chief took to return.
How the fuck was I supposed to know that there was no such form and that one dee ten tee spelled idiot? Which is why Nick Greenhawk will forever be the biggest asshole in my book.
Xavier was fresh meat, and they knew it and fucked with him all the time. He was starting to get tired of being fucked with when he wasn’t getting any pleasure out of it.
“Follow me, Carter,” he said then scowled as if he smelled something foul. “The rest of you, clean this fucking place up, it’s a mess.”
He turned his back to the room and expected for Xavier to follow without any questions asked.
“Aye, aye, Sr. Chief,” the rest of the barracks yelled coming to attention.
Xavier didn’t dare to look around, he simply followed the man being as quiet as possible. He knew their ship wasn’t dirty they cleaned it every morning before the RDC’s showed up. They got to the door, and Xavier chanced a look in Jennings direction and shrugged his shoulders slightly pretty much answering his friend's question, his guess was as good as anyone else’s, why he was being singled out now when he’d been on his best behavior. He followed asshole number two out of their ship and down the p-way. A hallway was a p-way or passageway. Just as they were passing by the head, which was the bathroom, hatch opened and out walked Sr Chief Greenhawk. He stopped and looked at both Xavier and then at Sr. Chief Roberts. He sighed and shook his head and then turned and walked the other way. Xavier heard a snort and was about to turn around, but stopped when he heard.
“Eyes front, recruit.” Xavier didn’t say a word or move. “Wait here until I call for you,” he instructed. “And don’t lean on my fucking bulkhead, Sr. Chief Roberts told him.”
“Aye, aye, Sr. Chief,” he answered obediently.
Xavier stood with his back to the wall, his legs shoulder length apart and his hands folded in the middle of his back. He kept his eyes forward and was still wondering what the fuck he was doing standing just a couple of away from asshole number one who hated him. Xavier wished he could hate the man back, but he was too fucking sexy and pushed every single one his buttons he just realized he had. Tall, sexy, and fucking dominating. The man’s face would come to him at night when he was in his rack trying desperately but failing miserably not to jerk off. Good thing jacking off wasn’t against the rules since pretty much everyone in his division had their nightly jerk off sessions before falling asleep. It was the only thing both the assholes couldn’t control.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Nick asked when Dave walked into his office.
“Being a good friend,” Dave told him with a smile. “Is this where I’m supposed to say thank you?” Nick snorted.
“You could,” Dave commented. “Here I decide to bring your boy--”
“He’s not my boy, Dave,” Nick cut him off.
“Get off it man, you said you needed help, and I figured why not--”
“Give me recruit fuck up,” Nick finished for him.
Dave chuckled. “It’s only been two weeks, Nick.”
“What’s your fucking point?” Nick asked him.
“You need to give him a chance to prove that he’s not that much of a fuck up.”
Nick gave Dave his best ‘are you fucking kidding me’ look.
“Don’t give me that look,” Dave told him reading his expression correctly.
“Give me one reason I should do this,” Nick said to him.
“We need a ship's yeoman,” Dave answered too easily.
“How long did you practice that answer?” Nick asked his best friend.
“Not long,” Dave answered with a shoulder shrug. “But it’s the truth.”
Boot Camp was where the recruits learned how to work and live in the fleet. Everyone had their rank, rate or designation once they graduated. Nick didn’t mind giving the job of the yeoman to a recruit just not one that he was attracted to. The job required a lot of attention to details, and he didn’t need, recruit fuck up to; well fuck his shit up. The other recruits in his division seemed to pick things up quickly but Carter was one of the worst recruits he’d ever trained, and that was saying a lot. It was as if the boy didn’t know his ass, albeit a nice one. He was naïve, and Nick was afraid that once he went to the fleet, he would be easily influenced to do stupid shit, which landed him in the Navy in the first place. Nick knew that the Navy wasn’t Carter’s choice, but he was mandated by the courts.
“God’s I want to protect him as much as I want to spank his pretty ass for every stupid shit he’s done in the past two weeks,” Nick said out loud.
“You see it too, don’t you?” Dave asked.
“Out of all the recruits in his division, he worries me the most. He’s not stupid, just,” Dave said. “Usually, by now we can figure out a couple of things about the recruits. We can tell who wants to stay and who wants to go. And out of all the recruits, he needs more attention than the rest. We all know he wants to run, but he has nowhere to go and if we end up having to ASMO or gods forbid kick his ass out.” Dave tsked and shook his head. “Shit, Nick, the kid have no idea why he’s even here. One thing we know he'll be able to pass his fit tests.”
Dave was right on all counts, especially, his ability to keep up with the other recruits was what kept him from getting on Nick's bad side. Carter didn't know that his friend pinned the entire drug deal on him or that he almost got thrown in jail for a much more significant crime that should have counted as a misdemeanor. If the arresting officer hadn’t spoken up in Carter's defense Nick wasn’t sure what would have happened. Nick also suspected that either the judge saw Carter as a good kid and took pity on the kid. Nick knew exactly who Carter’s father was he’d done his research after all and figured that the elder Carter greased some palms to get the boy out of his face for a few years. Carter was no longer his father’s problem, but the governments and now, Nick’s. It was up to him to make sure that the boy was ready for life.
“Fuck,” Nick cursed out loud. He would blame himself if word got back to him that something happened to Carter that Nick should have prepared him for. As large as the Navy might seem it was also a small community. “He better not fuck up my perfectly fine-tuned system,” he grumbled and wanted to punch the cheeky grin off his best friend's face.
“If he does, just continue with your new form of spanking,” Dave told him with a shoulder shrug.
“New form of spanking?” He asked in confusion. “What the fuck, Dave. I haven’t touched that boy since he’s been here.” Dave rolled his eyes.
“What do you call all those pushups and planks?”
Nick scoffed. “Training. It's what we're paid to do, asshole.”
Dave started laughing. “You don’t drop all the other’s the way I see you drop, Carter.”
“You’re crazy,” Nick scoffed and shook his head.
“And you’re infatuated, and in denial,” Dave told him as he walked over to the door.
“Let me know the date ahead in advance.”
“The date?” Nick asked. “Will you stop talking in fucking riddles,” he snapped.
“Nope, you’ll figure it out,” he said and opened the door and stuck his head out.
“Carter, get your ass in here.”
Nick stayed seated and tried not to fidget there was no reason for him to be nervous or was he excited. He also had no idea why he was agreeing to Dave’s crazy idea. More potential recruits could do the job of the division's yeoman. But he hated admitting that Dave had a point he needed to make sure all the recruits were ready and that was why he was doing this. He looked up just as Carter walked into his office and cursed mentally the second he saw those ‘fuck me’ blue eyes. And god’s Nick wanted to fuck him, badly. He pasted a scowl on his face, seeing his best friends cocky smile on his face. Dave was having way too much fun at his expense.
“Well, I’ll leave you in Sr. Chief Greenhawk capable hands. Or is he Sr. Chief asshole number two or one?”
Carter’s eyes widened and although Nick thought it was adorable. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.
“Carter push-up position, now!” Glossary: Head- Bathroom Bulkhead- Wall P-way- Hallway Rack- A bed Hatch- Door Mess Hall- Dinning hall ASMO-ASMO stands for Assignment Memorandum Order. These codes are the internal administrative process codes the Navy uses to track the assignment and movement of personnel onboard Recruit Training Command.
Yoeman- Yeoman is an enlisted person within the United States Navy that performs administrative and clerical work. They deal with protocol, naval instructions, enlisted evaluations, commissioned officer fitness reports, naval messages, visitors, telephone calls and mail (both conventional and electronic).