Xavier Carter life changed when he made one stupid mistake. At the age of twenty, he should have a purpose in life. After starting college, he realized it wasn’t for him. Ignored by his parents Xavier lashes out by hanging out with the wrong kind of people to gain their attention. But the one time he wasn’t looking for trouble shit goes wrong and not in a good way, it all boiled down to being at the wrong place at the wrong time when he was arrested and standing before a judge who gave him the option before he banged his gavel. Jail or the United States Navy.
Meet Nick Greenhawk, he’s a Senior Chief in the United States Navy. He’s committed to serving twenty years or more with honor, courage, and commitment. As a recruit division commander, Nick is responsible for training and molding the minds of the new recruits for thirteen weeks before they are set pushed out in the real world. Within the Navy, there is an exclusive club that Nick belongs to. Not only is committed to the Navy but he belongs to an exclusive BDSM club within the military as a dominant who one day hoped to have a boy as his own. Follow Xavier and Nick as they find their way to each other.
Disclaimer: This story will be uploaded (hopefully) on a monthly basis. This also contains BDSM elements. Mpreg (maybe)
Xavier stood up in his seat on the bus and looked out of the window at the big building trying to figure out what the hell he was doing there. He was also scared shitless and didn’t know what was about to happen. He was only given a short time to decide what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Xavier had only had two choices, and he was, looking around and wondering if he made the right decision.
“Come on recruits, get off the damn bus!”
Xavier jumped seeing the hulking man standing at the bottom of the open door dressed in his Navy white uniform with a red rope on the left side of his uniform looking down at the clipboard in his hands. Xavier was a bit scared to get off the bus. He never had plans to join any of the military branches.
“Name?” He asked without looking up. His voice was hoarse, and Xavier figured it was from yelling too much.
“X... Xavier Smith, sir,” he answered.
“Do I look like a fucking sir to you recruit?” The chief yelled in his face surprising the hell out of Xavier. What the hell was he supposed to say? He knew nothing about the military etiquette. He was going off what he’d seen on televisions over the years. He’d always been attracted to men in uniforms and the man yelling in his face, although scary as hell, but he was also the sexiest thing Xavier had ever seen.
“Y...no, S...I mean…” he stuttered finally answering and hoped he didn’t sound like a fool.
“Just get off the fucking bus and line up with the others,” the officer instructed, then looked back down at his clipboard.
Xavier followed his instructions and went to stand with the others that arrived with him on the bus with him. He couldn’t believe it, but just a few hours earlier, he was a free man and could have done anything he wanted. But he was trying to decide how far he would be able to run before they caught him.
The fucking judge didn't give me much time to consider my options.It was either jail or the military.
In the courthouse, he looked at his father with pleading eyes begging him to get him out of this. But his father fixed his glasses and gently herded his mother out of the courtroom.
Because in reality, it wasn’t his fault. Xavier knew it was a bad idea when Benny had made the suggestion that they went to a different part of town to buy their weed instead of getting it from their regular guy. All he did was stand there while his friend was making a deal with the drug dealer that turned out to be an undercover cop. He didn't say anything Benny was the one that did all the talking.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong here.
In actuality, Xavier didn’t know where he belonged. He sighed and looked around at the other guys standing in line with him as the officers stood off to the side observing them. A few of the officers were talking to each other, and at least one or two were standing still. Xavier saw looked at their uniforms and there was some in khaki, whites, and blueberry camouflage with gold anchors on their collars and he wondered what the hell they meant. The sound of the bus pulling off told Xavier that this was real.
One of the officers walked over to them and stood in front staring them down from the start of the line to the end. He stood with his legs apart, and his hands behind his back and Xavier could tell he was in charge. “I am Master Chief Norton. I am the commanding master chief of this base. You will not call me sir, I work for a fucking living. You will refer to me as master chief. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master Chief!” The others shouted while Xavier stayed silent, he was still shocked at what was happening to his life.
In all of his twenty years, Xavier has never been too far away from home before. He’d fucked up over the years, but nothing bad enough for him to be thrown in the Navy. He was in fucking Michigan, where the damn weather could never make up its mind. If he traveled, it was with his parents He’d never thought to join the military. He didn’t know if he liked the idea of someone one no matter how sexy they were yelling in his face and ordering him around. Xavier knew he wasn’t focused, he dropped out of college and started hanging out with the wrong crowd. His father never paid much attention to him. It seemed that he was always too busy with work. And as for his mother was too focused with feeding the hungry in some other country to worry about him.
He will freely admit that he acted out when he was younger for his parents to see him. Like when he’d dropped out of school, he was expecting his father to be mad and yell the fires of hell down on him, but nothing happened. His father only told him he’d rather not waste money on a good for nothing son that didn’t want to do anything with their life. His parents came from old money and had influence in all social circles. Xavier knew for certain that his father could have bought off the judge or the cop that arrested him. Maybe he did pay the judge off to get their embarrassment of a son out of their face.
Out of mind out of sight kind of thing.
He was jarred out of his thoughts when someone bumped into him.
“Come on man, move your fucking ass,” the guy said as he walked around him.
He looked around and realized that everyone else was walking into a building.
“You have a problem, recruit?” Xavier looked up, and it was the same Chief that was standing at the entrance of the bus.
“No...s... I mean Chief,” he stuttered again.
“I’m a Sr. Chief, don’t you see the fucking star on my anchor recruit,”
“Yes Sr. Chief,” Xavier said and felt his feet shaking. I really don’t want to get on their shit list on my first day.
“Then move your fucking ass!”
Without thinking, Xavier ran and got caught up with everyone else. He was standing in the back of the line. He couldn’t tell what was going on because he was shorter than some of the guys in front of him. Everyone was silent as they followed instructions getting their temporary uniforms yellow sweat-shirts with NAVY in large white print in the center and blue sweatpants with NAVY written in white going down the left side of one leg. They were given sneakers and white socks. He heard someone called it their smurf suits. When it was his turn, he was also given a box and a few other things and directed into another room, where they were told to strip down to their underwear and put on their smurf suits.
I need to find a way to get the fuck out of here.
Once they were dressed in their new sweats, they were instructed to put their civilian clothes inside of it with and the address they wanted it to go to. Across the hall was a long line of guys waiting to get their haircut. Xavier flinched hearing the buzz of the clippers going and knowing that he would be among the others. After all, that was done, they were directed to a classroom and told to be seated. Once sitting, Xavier observed the other recruits, some had the same frightened and what the fuck look on their face. And others seemed as if they wanted to be there. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that they were only sitting in the room for only a few minutes. All they have to do is wait.
Sr. Chief Petty Officer Nicholas Greenhawk stood in the hall looking inside the classroom. He had the files of the new recruits in his hands. There was a mix of good and bad eggs and some that just needed their ass kicked. Every eight weeks there was a batch of new recruits, some make it almost to the finish line only to be sent back to the beginning for being fuck ups.
And there were the ones that didn’t make it through the second week. But the recruits who really want to be a part of one of the best branches of the military family push through it and all the torture. It was up to Nick and the rest of the other RDC’s to make sure that these kids were turned into men and ready for the Navy ship life at the end of graduation. Personally, in Nick's opinion, eight weeks wasn’t enough to adequately train the recruits, but it had to be done.
“How does this batch look?” His best friend Dave Roberts since grade school asked him.
They’d done everything together when Nick told Dave that planned on joining the Navy, he was right there with him. They moved up in the ranks side by side. Starting out as seamen to Sr. Chief petty officers. They made sure to pick the same duties alternating between sea and shore duty. Being a recruit division commander wasn’t his choice, he would have preferred going back to sea, but it was Dave’s choice to pick. They’d just completed their first year and had another to go. Although there was an upside to being an RDC, it was seeing the proud faces of the recruits and their families on graduation day. It made the very long days and nights worth it.
“There's a possible in there,” he finally answered titling his head towards the closed door. He knew what Dave was asking, and it had nothing to do with Navy professional training. Dave was talking about the secret community within the Navy that only individual members knew about. The Navy was filled with all kinds of kinky fuckers, and it was a shock to him when he was introduced to the world of BDSM. He was introduced to it during his processing days or P days when he was in boot camp. Just like the ones sitting in the classroom waiting on him. It was his recruit division commander that introduced him and Dave to the world they were now a part of.
They both started out as submissive and decided that they would rather be the ones in charge. He reached up and touched his left pocket where his coin sat snugly inside. To anyone who saw it, would think it resembled a regular Navy coin that most of his fellow shipmates liked to trade. The coins came in two different colors, silver for submissives and gold for Dominants. Showing that coin got them through the doors of their secret clubs. On every Naval base and vessels. Like any club, it had rules and dues that needed to be paid monthly for the upkeep and refreshments along with BDSM tools that are required.
Besides equipment’s, there were also funds set aside for emergency matters. Such as, an abused Submissive who might need help leaving their Dominant. Rules must also be followed, which means any Dominant or Submissive that enter into a relationship, whether it was for one night or one year must have a contract between each other. There must also be two witnesses a Dominant and a Submissive. All contracts are held by the highest-ranking member of the command. One of the most important rules that everyone must follow; Dominant and a submissive must enter into their contract sober and must play sober.
Another important rule gender doesn’t matter and what happens in the club stays in the club. To try and out anyone, whether it’s dealing with gender or their club affiliation will be immediately excommunicated from the club and its many other resources and privileges that came with being a member of the club. Some might not think that being in a BDSM lifestyle that you could find love. But love came in all forms. Dave was a perfect example, he was able tofind himself a steady twenty-four hours submissive from the last batch of recruits. The BDSM community spread throughout the Navy. It was how he and Dave were able to move from command to command together. There was also a detailer or two apart of their community stationed in Millington, Tennessee willing to help members to fill particular command billets. Along with keeping Submissives and Dominants that want to stay together. “Don’t you already have your own sub?” Nick asked Dave.
“Yup, and I wouldn’t trade his sexy ass for nothing in the world. But I was talking about you.”
Nick scoffed and looked at his best friend. “He’d also kick your ass if you looked at another man.”
Dave smiled. “That he would, and then I get to spank that ass red before fucking the life out of him afterward.”
Nick shook his head, then looked back into the classroom and spotted the kid from earlier, the one with the I’m so fucked expression on his face.
Some of the other recruits had fallen asleep. Making them wait was part of the mind games that Nick and his fellow division commanders liked to play. Let them worry and sweat wondering what the fuck was coming next. The Navy wasn’t as bad as the Marines when it came to training, but they sure tried to scare the living shit out of them for the next eight weeks.
“Fine, there might be at least one,” he mumbled.
Nick continued to stare at the kid with the dark hair and blue eyes. The kid had the I need to be disciplined for attention look written all over him. Nick could always pick out the submissive in the new batch of recruits. Dave called it his subby-sense. Some of the submissive got to explore their nature before they graduated from boot camp and other’s found out about the kink lifestyle when they went to the fleet. Nick watched the kid bite on his bottom lip and fidgeted a couple more times. The kid was more than nervous, he was scared as hell. If the boy had the opportunity to run he would have booked it a long time ago.
“Why do I get the feeling you’ve already used your subby-sense and finally picked one out for yourself already?” Dave asked him.
“Would you, stop calling it that” he snapped without any anger. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nick said to him.
“Yeah, play the fool with someone else who doesn’t know you.”
“Look, man, I’m not as lonely as you might think,” he told his best friend.
“Yes, you are, so stop lying to yourself,” Dave scolded. “I’ve known since we were kids. You’re my fucking brother for gods sake, and I know when you’re hurting. So I know how lonely you are right now, you’re just being stubborn about finding a submissive.”
“Nothing I can say that would convince you that I’m fine is there?”
“Nope,” Dave said to him. “You are a great person, and you deserve a sub of your own.”
Nick sighed. “I’m not going to try and change your mind. Dave, there is a slew of subs I can choose from on any given night that I get lonely.” He stopped and noticed the expression on his friend's face. “I can see that you’re about to go on one of your little rants and all I’m going to do is stand and listen.”
“I do not rant,” Dave said with an eye roll. Nick quirked an eyebrow pretty much saying yeah right. “Fine, you want to hear my rant here it is. Yeah, there are subs, some good looking ones, and some well-trained ones. But they are not yours, they were trained by someone else. It’s the reason you stick to your personal rule of never taking anyone of them you will take home for one night. The furthest you would go is playing with them at the club, and that’s it. You want a sub. No, make that you need a sub, one that you can mold and call yours.”
“I hear what you’re saying,” Nick told him.
Nick refused to tell Dave that he was right about one thing. He had a personal rule to not take any of the club Submissive home with him. They were beautiful and trained, but not the way he wanted. Nick was picky, he wanted fresh meat, someone he could nurture from the beginning and see them blossom and ultimately become his by accepting his collar. Nick looked at the kid again, watching as he fidgeted some more. Nick’s palm itched to spank him so that he could stop moving.
Fuck, it’s only the first day, and I want to punish him already. Not counting that he pushes all of my buttons of what I’m looking for in a sub. “Let’s get this shit done and over with,” he told Dave shaking his head clearing his thoughts. His best friend nodded and put on his I’m the fucking shit look on his face. He had to admit trying to scare the fuck out of the recruits was always fun. The first day was always the longest with paperwork and division assignments. But truthfully the entire eight weeks seem like one long fucking day.