DOMINIC'S TRAINING

Author: Brian - bfurse@globalnet.co.uk

Chapter 1

After Dominic had left school, he started his college courses, but soon realised that college life did not suit him, and so he dropped out after a few months. He applied to join the Navy, and sailed (pun intended!) through the selection process, especially the medical, where, after he had pissed in the bottle, found the Medical Officer behind the screen with him, more than willing to give him a helping hand. He was also subjected to an unofficial but very pleasant inspection of his butt-hole, which the Medical Officer was interested to discover could take a number of his fingers. All this was, of course, by way of being a mild flirtation because he was never likely to meet up with the MO again. Still he passed his medical easily, and was soon posted to the shore base where he and the other men in the intake were to do all their basic training over the next few months.

At this shore base, the trainees slept in dormitory huts, with an Instructor who occupied a small single room by the front door of the hut. Dominic was in with a good crowd of guys, and soon an easy camaraderie had developed, with lots of good humour overlying their serious intentions. The Instructor was of course only a couple of years older than the trainees, and Dominic decided privately that he was very handsome, very butch and very desirable.

It loses something in the telling, but one of the standing jokes in the hut was that the Instructor would walk through on a mock inspection and would pick on one of the guys and say very seriously, "Report to my room this evening, trousers neatly folded over the left arm!" This was never taken seriously and was taken as a reference to "poofs". However, one evening Dominic was the butt of the joke and when he found himself alone in the dormitory, the others having gone to the Salvation Army canteen which was the best place on the base, he got to wondering how the Instructor would react if he did report with "trousers neatly folded over the left arm!"

He slipped off his trousers and undershorts, which left all he'd got on show as he was only wearing a short T-shirt, and folding his trousers over his left arm he went to the Instructor's door and knocked. When the Instructor yelled "Come in!" he stepped smartly into the room, and standing just inside the door he said, "Reporting as ordered, Sir!" The Instructor was lying on his bed in just his undershorts and Dominic thought that he was just as gorgeous as he had thought he would. A hard mucular body went with the good looks and there was every indication that he was very well equipped. He looked up in some surprise at the half naked trainee, who looked just as good to him.

"Come for some discipline, have you?"

"Yes Sir" the trainee replied.

"Were you disciplined very much at home?" asked the Instructor, swinging his legs off the bed.

Dominic told him about the bare arse spankings that the Headmaster, the swimming coach, and his father used to delight in giving him until his arse was fiery red and too painful almost to touch. ("Dominic's Day") "Well," said the Instructor with a grin, "you're certainly bare arsed, so perhaps I'd better give you a spanking to make you feel at home."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."

Chapter 2

Spanking was out of the question in the hut because it can be a very noisy operation with the sound of the hand on taut bare arseflesh and the yells of the spankee, so they dressed themselves. The Instructor took a key out of a drawer, and together they left the hut. As it was now dark, there was little chance that anyone would remark on an Instructor and a trainee walking through the base together. Near the perimeter fence, well away from the bright lights of the huts, training rooms and sheds and parade ground, were a series of underground concrete bunkers which had not been used (officially) for many years, but which because this was the Navy had been kept up in perfect condition in case they were ever needed again. The Instructor led the way to one of these bunkers and unlocked the door at the bottom of the steps. As soon as they were both inside, the Instructor closed the door and only then did he put on the lights.

This first room was small and unfurnished. In the far wall a a heavy steel door led into the next chamber, which was simply furnished with a couple of chairs, a table, a row of coathooks on the wall and very little else. It was clean, the air was fresh, and it was pleasantly warm.

As Dominic watched, the Instructor dropped his pants and undershorts, and kicked them into a corner. "Come and kneel here," he ordered, and when Dominic obeyed the Instructor made him suck on his big hard cock. "Thats a punishable offence, lad" said the Instructor wofishly. "Strip off completely and bend over the table." Dominic hurriedly obeyed. "Spread those legs" said the Instructor, putting his hand through and grabbing Dominic's balls, "We want to be able to keep our eyes on those, don't we, lad - wouldn't want them getting squashed on the table!"

Picture the scene, dear reader. If you wish you were Dominic, can't you just imagine the shame of having your bare arse stuck up in the air, with a big beefy Navy Instructor, naked from the waist down, ready to bring his hard hand down on your pale pink arse cheeks. There's no noise at the moment, but just as you think you can't bear the suspense of waiting any longer suddenly the pain shoots through your arse muscles as his hand comes down on your left arse-cheek. You let out a yell, half surprise, half pain, and are rewarded by having the Instructor's undershorts, stained with piss dribbles and precum dribbles, stuffed in your mouth as a gag. Then comes the second slap, followed by another, then another and more, each on exactly the same spot as the last. The left side of your arse feels as though it's on fire, you want to scream and yell in agony, but the gag is doing its work only too well, but the tears are streaming down your face and dripping onto the table.

On the other hand if you wish you were the navy Instructor, you would find yourself looking at this handsome young sailor, bent over the table, legs wide apart,cock and balls hanging down below his round firm arsecheeks, which with their fuzz of fine hairs, look like a ripe peach waiting to be dealt with. You know that he is wondering when you are going to start. He can't see your erction with the first drop of precum oozing out as you anticipate what you are going to do to inflict pain on that waiting arse. Will you start with the left cheek or the right? And will you alternate between them or soundly beat one of them until you don't think he can take much more. Almost lovingly you bring your hand down from above your shoulder height so that it connects viciously with the boy's arse on the left hand side. He yells with pain, so you stuff your dirty undershorts in his mouth as a gag, and then get to work with a will. You're an expert, so each slap lands on exactly the same spot as the last, and you hear the muffled sobs of agony coming through the gag. This spurs you on and soon his left buttock is flaming red, hot as hell, and you are in danger of really injuring him if you don't stop.

The Instructor took the gag out of Dominic's mouth and said "Well, boy?" Dominic, who knew the score, said, "Oh yes, Sir, thank you for my beating, Sir, but I haven't been punished enough for my offence." "You certainly haven't," said the Instructor, "Bend over again and take your punishment like a man."

The boy waited for more and was not disappointed. Soon the blows were raining down on his right arse cheek until it was as sore, hot and red as the left side. Soon he was moaning in pain and once again the tears were streaming down his face. At long last the beating stopped, but when the Instructor gently rubbed his hands over those flaming red arse cheeks, it was almost as painful as the beating.

"Well done, son,"said the Instructor, not unkindly, "You certainly know how to take it. Just one last thing." And then he aimed his nine inch hot hard cock, rammed it in and fucked Dominic soundly - but I'm sure you don't want to hear about that, do you? Do you??

Sent to Lee 12th June 1997

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