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.
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.