Fuck, Xavier mentally cursed. He smells as sexy as he looked. Fingers pressed deep into his neck making him moan. Greenhawks cocked brushed against the back of his throat. He was in heaven.
“Hands behind your back boy.” Stopped Xavier when he went to touch the man’s cock. “You don’t get the privilege to touch my dick.
But I get to suck you off until you cum. As if reading his mind, a sharp tug on the back of his hair had him being pulled off Greenhawk’s cock. He whimpered in frustration at being taken away from the forbidden fruit he’d dreamed of for weeks.
“Open your eyes.”
Instantly, he snapped his eyes open and was eye level with Greenhawks hard cock. He could see the veins pulsating as the man jerked off his cock. Xavier licked his lips wanting lick the precum weeping at the head. He wanted to feel the man’s cock back into his mouth.
Slowly, Xavier stood to his feet and Greenhawks hands slipped from his neck. He still hadn’t moved his arms that were clasped on his lower back.
“Strip and do it slowly.”
Xavier didn’t even think about things he did as he was asked. Hearing Greenhawks lust filled commanding voice making him hard. It might have been a long time since he had sex, but this was different. There was something happening, and he was going to fight it. He felt it from the first time they met, and the man scared the shit out of him
“Something wrong with your hands?”
“No sir,” he answered immediately and waited for the I work for a living recruit. This time it didn’t happen, but he also saw the spark in Greenhawks eyes at being called sir. The kind a dominant got when a submissive said the word.
Is Greenhawk a dominant?
Xavier started unbuttoning his clothes slowly.
“Do you know what’s happening?” Greenhawk asked him. Xavier nodded as his shirt fell to the floor. “Use your words boy.”
Xavier lips trembled. “Yes, s. . .”
“Behind these closed door and when no one is around, you may refer to me as Sir.”
“Do you know the rules of the BDSM community?”
“Yes, Sir.” Xavier took off his t-shirt dropping it to the floor. He was about to unbutton his pants next.
“Stop, clasp your fingers behind your neck,” Greenhawk said stopping him. “What are the rules?” He stood to his feet and stood in front of him. His hard cock still hanging out of the front of his pants.
Xavier complied instantly. “Safe, sane, and consensual.”
Greenhawk walked behind and rest his hands lightly on Xavier’s hips. “What are your safe words?”
Xavier closed his eyes and tried not to think of the warm fingers lightly rubbing against his hips. Greenhawks hot breath ghosting across his arms. Fuck, he’d never been so turned on.
“Talk to me boy, or everything stops now.”
“Red,” Xavier said quickly. “Red to stop, yellow to pause, and green to continue.”
“Good,” Greenhawk praised him and he felt as if he’d won a million dollars.
“Were trained, or do you just play?”
He stepped in front of Xavier and tweaked one of his nipples causing him to hiss in pain and pleasure.
“Play,” he answered when his nipple was tweaked again.
It was as if he’d said the word red, Greenhawk removed his hand and stepped back. He tucked his cock back into his pants then sat down. “I’m not looking for someone to play with.”
Shit, if I knew it was a fucking interview I would have said trained.
“What do you want, Sir?”
“That’s a trick question isn’t it? If I said trained, you will tell me you want me to be your dom and to train you for me, just so I can fuck you.” He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t mind training a new submissive. But I don’t want someone who thinks I’m into games. Put your shirt back on.”
Xavier picked up his shirt and pulled it on. “I. . . “
“I want you to think about a few things over the next few days and get back to me. I’m not like all the men you’ve played with. I’m the real deal. I’m a dominant, I get pleasure in seeing my submissive come undone by my hand. I live by a set of rules that goes beyond being in the Navy. If you think you want to stop playing and experience the real thing, let me know and we will work on building something together.” He stood and grabbed Xavier by the back of his neck and pulled him close. “Make no mistake once you become mine you will never belong to anyone else.” He released him and stepped back. “Return to your ship and tell your APOC to come and see me.”
He sat in his chair and turned facing the door as nothing just happened between them. His cock was hard as a rock and he cursed himself for not realizing there were stipulations. Most dominant men he was with loved playing and hated commitments. They would rather spank him lightly and fucked him hard as their real punishment. He knew about BDSM and the lifestyle they led. He heard that most dominants had strict rules for their submissive.
“Why are you still standing there? Do as you're told.”
He jumped at being scared out of his musing. “Yes, Senior Chief.” He dashed out of the man’s office and to his barracks. He really had a lot to think about. He had a feeling he wasn’t being asked for more than just his submission.
Nick threw his pen down in anger, he couldn’t believe that he was going to take a boy without asking the basic fucking questions. It was his rule to never take on a new submissive that only played for fun. He wanted to be in love, but he wanted the control of how he loved. He didn’t not play games with his career and he refuse to play games in his real life. He also wanted his subs to come to him on their own. It had to be their choice to be tied to him. He was not an easy dominant and required absolute submission. The submissive was giving him his trust to take him to new heights, and to care for them. To ensure that he wouldn’t put them in danger whenever they were in a scene. Closing his eyes, trying to calm his thoughts, his cock was still hard. He can still feel the boy’s lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted more. He opened his eyes when there was a knock on his door.
Channing walked into his office and stood in front of his desk.
“You wanted to see me Senior Chief.”
“Yes, stand at ease, Channing.” The recruit did as he was ordered relaxing his stance. “Why didn’t you come to me?”
“I. . .”
“Let me warn you now don’t lie to me.”
“My fiancé is pregnant and is about to have our first child and I needed to make sure she was doing okay.”
Nick relaxed in his chair he cannot sympathize with the recruit, but he could not let the infraction go. “Hand me your pin.” He held out his hand waiting for the young man to hand him the insignias that showed he was the APOC of the division. It took a while for the man to hand them to him. Nick set them on his desk and continued with what he had planned. “You will report here every night unless you are in training to speak with your fiancé for thirty minutes. When is the baby due?”
“In two months.”
A little after they graduate. “Depending on where you go for training you will be there to see you child being born.”
“That’s my hope, senior chief.”
“Good. You may go back to your barracks.”
Channing nodded and turned but stopped. “Is it right for me to ask how you knew it was me?”
“You told me.”
“Your body language when I asked you to name the culprit. You have a tell when you lie.”
Channing looked down knowing the truth of Nick’s words. “Thank you, senior.”
Nick sighed and shook his head. He understood Channing worrying about his family. But he and Dave tried to have an open-door policy that the recruits can come and talk to them.
I guess we aren’t doing a good job if Channing felt he had to hide phone calls to his fiancé. I guess we need to work on that.
“Thanks for not ratting me out,” Channing said to Xavier. He’d noticed when the other guy came back he didn’t have his collar devices on when he returned.
“I wouldn’t do that. It’s keeping my mouth shut that got me in here in the first place.”
“What do you mean?”
Xavier sighed. “I was busted by an undercover cop when I went with my friend to buy some weed. While I didn’t narc on anyone my friend did and here I am. The judge gave me five seconds to decide what I wanted to do with my life. And here I am.”
“Shit, and here I thought you was just an ass kisser.” He smiled hearing the laughter in Channing’s tone.
“Trust me, Greenhawk and Robert’s hate me.”
“I don’t doubt that. The amount of times you’ve hit the deck, I’m afraid one day I’m going to wake up one day and find you asleep in the push up position.”
“Me too,” Xavier said with a smile. “So besides taking away your APOC position what else happened?”
“Thar’s it, I get to call my fiancé every night in the office.”
“So, he takes away one thing you earned for another thing you’re going to get.”
“Yeah, but I’m not that angry about the demotion. One thing I’m learning is I’m not ready for the leadership role.”
“I wonder who he’s going to pick next?”
“I don’t know we just have to see.”
Both he and Channing instantly stood in front of their rack as well as the others. Both senior chiefs walked into the room and stood in silence.
“It’s come to my attention that one of you broke the rule and our trust to leave you alone.” He walked down the middle of the barracks and looked at each face. “We’ve decided to pick a new APOC.”
Roberts slowly walked back up towards the front and again looking in everyone’s face. Xavier wasn’t sure what the man was looking for, it’s not like the man didn’t see them every day. If the recruit commanders had a personal life, he couldn’t say because they were there day and night.
“Senior chief Greenhawk and I have decided to give it to someone who we think deserves it and shows that he has potential leadership skills.”
He stopped in front of Jackson who was standing beside him. Roberts touched his collar and Xavier could feel the guy beside him tense up. He liked Jackson, but he’s not a leader. The guy jumps at his own shadow. He could tell the other recruits felt the same way. They all liked Jackson, but he was a pushover a nice guy, but no backbone. Xavier sighed in relief and he was sure everyone else did as well when Roberts turned away from Jackson and stood in the center of the barracks.
Fuck, he was drawing this shit out.
“I’m proud to see him grow as a person and hopefully one day as a leader in the United States Navy.”
Roberts turned to Xavier and smiled in his face. No. . . no . . .he chanted in his head. What the hell is he doing? I’m not a fucking leader! Xavier wanted to yell that out, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t decline it either. He wanted to look at Greenhawk and wondered if this was his idea. If this was his way to sway him to be his boy well it won’t happen. He was promise time to think about things and that’s what he was going to do.
He was pulled back from his thoughts when his collar was pulled. Roberts chuckled. “Yes, Carter, I know what the fuck I’m doing, and I think you will make an excellent leader.”
“I’m glad someone does, because I don’t,” he said out loud before his brain could catch up with his mouth.
Fuck, he mentally cursed has he went into the push up position.
"What are the fucking rules recruits on personal items?" Nick yelled.
He held up the cell phone as he walked down the middle of the barracks. He'd found it hiding behind one of the stalls in the head. He conducted a surprise inspection of the barracks, and that was how he found the cell phone. It wasn't charged so he couldn't tell exactly who's phone it was. It might have been a minor infraction, but rules are rules, and he was an asshole when it came to them. The recruits got a thirty-minute phone call to their families weekly.
He turned his gaze to the one recruit he could tell when he was lying or not. Carter licked his lips and Nick shouldn’t have found it cute or, even a bit sexy. He’d been watching the boy much more over the past couple of weeks since the boy’s been working for him.
Nick grunted and was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to punish the boy, he was telling the truth. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he enjoyed seeing Carter on his hands and knees. He nodded and walked over to another of the recruit and stood in front of the assistant recruit officer, Channing. The boy got under his skin and not in a right way. He looked too good on paper and in person, but Nick felt the guy was hiding behind the boy next door image.
Nick could have ignored the fact that he saw the cell phone, but he wanted to use this moment as a test. See if they were willing to rat each other out or take the blame for one of their crewmates. Truthfully there’s no right or wrong to the situation. It could work will and against them. Do they keep their mouths shut when they see and know that a shipmate was doing wrong? Or do they speak up thinking it will help their shipmate and in turn looking like a rat to others?
Nick was sure that Channing would give up whomever the phone belonged to. “I see.” He turned and walked over to the table stationed at the front of the barracks. He set the phone down on the table and looked over his shoulder. “I’ll give you all thirty-minutes to send the one whose phone this is.” He tapped the phone and then walked out of the barracks leaving them to argue among themselves.
Xander sighed when the senior chief walked out of the barracks. He leaned against his rack and looked around to his other recruits who had the same expression on their faces. The senior chiefs have been running them ragged for the past couple of weeks. Between their daily training in the classroom and physical training early in the morning before the sun was up and in the evening after the sunset. Xander had to admit; he was starting to like the way he looked in the mirror. With all the push-ups he was starting to bulk up, had even improved in his six-pack turning it into an eight with the sexy “V” everyone like to salivate over. Just like the way he continuously salivate over his recruit commander. Whenever he saw the man in PT gear, he had to fight not to get a hard-on. Working so close to the older man was driving him crazy.
He noticed the way the company commander watched him as well. Especially he bent over to get a file on the lower shelf or if he drops a file on the deck. Since that day, he became a purposeful klutz. Whether it was a file or a pen he had butterfingers. And each time something slipped from his fingers, he made sure the senior chief was standing behind or in front of him. Most assuredly in front so that his face would be directly in front of the senior chief’s crotch. A few times he’d seen signs of an erection. Or heard the change in the man's breathing. He was enjoying his seduction attempts. There were so many times that he wanted to bury his face in the man’s crotch and inhale his scent.
“So, who’s fucking phone is it?” Morgan one of the recruits asked.
Xander had a feeling the phone belonged to Channing. He knew the guy had a pregnant fiancé at home and she was two months away from giving birth and he was worried that he was going to miss his girl giving birth. It begs the question of why Channing was there in the first place and could have simply waited until his girl had given birth to their baby. Xander looked t Channing and knew he was right in what he was thinking. The worried expression on Channing’s face spoke volume. He looked up as if realizing that Xander was staring at him and their eyes connected. He hated the look he was getting back the one that said, ‘take the fall for me, and I’ll pay you back.’
“If the phone doesn’t belong to either one of us, then who does it belong to?” Jameson asked.
“What do you mean?” Channing asked.
“So, what do you think we should do?” Jackson asked.
“How are you so sure about that?” one of the other recruits asked.
They were all silent thinking about what he just said. They knew he was telling the truth.
“They will find ways to see how bad we’re going to fuck up anyway,” Channing said.
“Just like Carter said, we do nothing,” Channing told the group.
Thirty-minutes on the dot Senior Chief Greenhawk walked back into the room.
The recruits were already standing in front of their racks. Nick walked down the center of the room and peered into their faces. Something happened in the thirty-minutes that he was gone. But he was also convinced none of them was going to own up to who the cell phone belonged to.
He smiled and decided to go with his second part of the plan. Interview them one at a time. “Grayson, follow me, now.”
“At ease, Grayson.”
Nick leaned back in his chair and stared at the recruit and knew the boy was scared. He called them all boy no matter their age because that’s how he saw them. He simply had one special boy he wanted. In a couple of weeks, they will be negotiating their orders for their first duty station; he was going to encourage the boy to negotiate for orders closer to him. He put his focus back on the boy.
Grayson looked at him quickly then shifted his gaze but to the nothing in front of him. “We talked about nothing, Senior Chief.”
“Very well, return to your barracks and send in another.”
“Are you question me recruit?”
“Good, now get the fuck out of my face.”
Grayson left, and Nick waited to see who he’d send in. He smirked when he sent in Jackson; Nick asked the person the same question he asked the other. He did the same to all the other’s watching their body language for a telltale sign. None of them gave up the real culprit, and he was sure that at least half of them wasn’t telling the truth and knew who the phone belonged, while the others were utterly clueless. He’d already figured out who’s phone it was but wanted to play his game a little longer. It was well past midnight, and he should have been home long ago, but he had no one waiting at there for him.
Not to mention the times he’d accidentally stood in front of the boy, just as he was standing up and the boy’s face end up being right in front of his crotch. On those days he went home and jerked to of visions of the boy sucking his cock with his arms tied around back. In his imagination the yearned and begged for his cock. Nick shifted in his chair, hoping to take the pressure off his cock.
“On your knees, Carter,” Nick said in the silence in the room.
Nick smirked. “Where do you think?”
“Gods, I’ve been dying to feel your cock in my. . .”
Nick groaned the very second Carter’s mouth surrounded his cock. “Holy fuck, boy your lips feel good around my cock.” It was the words he could utter, and in the second he knew that he was going to get addicted to the boy's mouth.
“Wake the fuck up! No one gave you permission to go to sleep!”
Xavier sat up straight in his chair as soon as he heard the booming voice of the chief petty office. He looked at the clock and noticed that they were waiting for over three hours. He scrubbed his face and ran his fingers over his bald head already missing his long hair. He felt naked without his hair. He looked up when he was passed a sheet of paper he took it and passed the rest to the guy behind him.
“I am Chief Petty Officer King and standing to my left is Chief Petty Officer Roberts. You will refer to us as chief.”
Xavier held back his gasp, it was the chief from earlier. He wasn’t wearing his cap that hid half of his face. He was definitely taller than the other chief and had muscles for days. The man was sexy with the brightest green eyes he’d ever seen. He had a tan complexion that Xavier thought was from being out in the sun too long, but now he realized that it was all natural. Xavier had known he was gay since he was thirteen years old. He’d lost his virginity when he was sixteen to a guy he’d barely knew and was easy to forget. He’d never been in a relationship and wouldn’t know where to start.
He started when he heard yelling in his ears. “You have wax in your ears recruit!”
He looked around everyone else was standing up and jumped to his feet without saying a word. What the hell did I miss? One by one they all 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 division commander hated him, Xavier was sure of that. It’s only been two weeks since he’d been there. He’d been told to drop and do pushups at least twenty times every time he opened his mouth. The last time he was told to drop all he did was ask a question. He walked over and threw his ballcap on his rack 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 Chief Asshole number two as everyone liked to call Roberts behind his back. Chief Asshole number one was King who seemed to have it out for Xavier.
“Carter come with me,” he ordered.
“Aye, aye, chief,” Xavier was learning not to ask questions he grabbed his ballcap and stuck it in the small opening of his pants and stood beside chief asshole number two.
‘The rest of you, clean this fucking place up, it’s a pig sty.”
Xavier didn’t dare to look around, he knew their ship wasn’t dirty they cleaned it every morning before the RDC’s showed up. They’d gotten used to how things went after the first few days of their division commanders showed 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 of the ship. The more they sweat and fogged up the windows and made the floors wet from their sweat the more the division commanders drilled them. It was as if they took pleasure out of making their life a living hell.
“Follow me, Carter.”
Xavier turned and looked at his friends and shrugged his shoulders. Their guess was as good as his. He followed asshole number two out of their ship and down the p-way. Xavier had to get used to Navy lingos. The building they were in was calling the ship. A hallway was a p-way. Just as they were passing by the head which was the bathroom. the door opened and out walked asshole number two. He stopped and looked at both Xavier and then at 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.
“Aye, aye, Chief.”
Xavier stood with his back against 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 too, but he was too fucking sexy and pushed every single one his buttons he was just realizing he had. Tall, sexy, and dominating. The man’s face would come to him at night when he was in his rack trying desperately failing not to jerk off.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Nick asked when Dave walked into his office.
“Being a good shipmate,” Dave told him with a smile.
“Fuck you too,” Nick snorted.
“Get off it man, you said you needed help and I figured why…”
‘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.”
Sr. Chief Petty Officer Nicholas King 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.
“Possible,” he finally answered.
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 to find 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 Submissive 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.
“There might be,” 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 god’s 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.
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.
THE CHEIF'S BOY
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.