Venugopal's Ordeal Part F


by Jawan <Sdas2@hotmail.com>

Jayachandra felt a damp spot over his bulging _c_o_c_k_. He looked down and sure enough there was a distinct spot on the hot, throbbing bulge of his erection. Excited by torturing Sachdev, his precum had seeped through his thick undershorts to appear on his creased khaki trousers (the NCOs wore trousers with full length pant sleeves to distinguish them from the recruits who wore shorts, a distinction meant to further infantilize the recruits. Of course, given the hot Indian summers, the NCOs paid in other ways for that sartorial distinction of rank.)

"Baanchooth," shrieked Jayachandra swivelling around again to confront Sachdev who was now standing and furiously jogging along with the other recruits, screaming at the top of their lungs, " Eighk dho, eighk dho (one-two; one-two).

"Ha sahib," cried out the terrified boy.

"You have left some of your _f_u_c_k_ing snot on my pants. Dirty mother_f_u_c_k_er." With that, Jayachandra shot out a calloused hand and grabbed Sachdev's delicate white nose. With fierce energy, he pulled the terrified boy forward by his nose. "Fall on your knees again, baanchooth."

The boy dropped to his knees, and Jayachandra released his nose.

"Now," snapped the NCO. "You see that spot of snot on my pants. Lick it off."

"Sahib," gasped Sachdev in disbelief.

"You heard me _f_u_c_k_er. Lick it off."

"But sahib," protested Sachdev.

"Are you disobeying an order _f_u_c_k_er?" screamed Jayachandra, whapping Sachdev twice furiously across his left and then his right cheek.

Eyes swimming with tears, Sachdev tentatively darted out a very pink tongue and half heartedly lapped at the hot, growing bulge in Jayachandra's trousers. Rather than drying the moisture, that tantalizing lapping of the hapless recruit's tongue seemed to make the moist patch grow even further.

"All right," said Jayachandra gruffly, "That's enough." He was worried that he might involuntarily ejaculate with that maddeningly exciting oral stimulation and that would be embarassing. "Stand up and jog with the others."

"Ha sahib," whimpered the horrified Punjabi. Thoroughly sheltered, utterly virginal, Sachdev could not belief that he had been reduced to lapping an older man's susu part (urine part) like some abject dog. When Jayachandra had joined the military many years ago, the recruiter had enthusiastically told him about the many rewards that the military would provide him. But even that wily recruiter eager to enlist a relatively educated, smart young man had not mentioned the possibility of free oral service by sweet, terrified, babyish Punjabi recruits.

Ah, the inimitable joys of sadistic phaggotry.


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