Venugopal's Ordeal Part Ten


by Jawan <Sdas2@hotmail.com>

After the recruits had been cleaning the rifles a while, Gurusamy asked them to form a line, and he began inspecting the fruit of their labor. He had hardly started, when an officer walked up.

Captain Mahindra was an old style officer from the NDA, He and Major Nair regularly visited this section of the sprawling Pioneer Training Regiment. Major Nair was Mahindra's superior. He was a bright young man who had studied at the National Defence Academy and was full of ideas about strategy and the latest research on military training. He abhorred the idea of corporal punishment though he was horrified to half admit to himself that sometimes standing at his office window, squinting out at the parade ground, he has been unexpectedly fiercely excited by the punishment he has watched the NCOs mete on their unfortunate charges.

Mahindra, on the other hand, was a dinosaur. He was a ramrod straight old man with a sweeping silver moustache and slightly bloodshot eyes. He drank too much. Mahindra was a tartar. He belonged to the old school that held that recruits should be punished as much as possible and as fiercely as possible. What made his punishments even more fearsome was that unlike Guruswamy _s_e_x_ didn't have much to do with it. He could not be tempted by a pretty face or a nice arse like Guruswamy.

While Guruswamy and all the other NCOs were deeply respectful in front of the officers, they showed their recruits in a hundred different unconscious ways that they despised the officers. After all in terms of class, the NCOs were much closer to their peasant recruit boys than they were to the upper middle class officers who could afford an education at the NDA and then did graduate work at places like Sandhurst and West Point.

Mahindra stalked up to Guruswamy. Guruswamy saluted. Mahindra barked, "Let me see how these ooloos (owls) are doing?" Then roughly he yanked a rifle out of Akhtar's hand who unfortunately happened to be standing beside him. Akhtar, of course, had not been paying much attention to his rifle because he was aware that he had Guruswamy eating out of the palm of his hand (or do I mean longing to lap at the font head of his susu part and rim his yummy kakoose hole prior to _f_u_c_k_ing it till he bled). Seeing several stains that had not been removed from the butt, Mahindra barked out furiously, "What are you doing baanchooth?"

"I haven't finished cleaning, sir, " said Akhtar, and he smiled ingratiangly at Mahindra. The smile was unplanned and unthought through. Akhtar was such a _c_o_c_k_ tease that he could not help flirting at the most inopportune moments.

"Why are you smiling at me, idiot?" screamed Mahinda, swung back his gnarled fist and punched Akhtar in the stomach. Aktar doubled over with pain, and Mahindra took the opportunity to cuff him bent shaved head savagely about three times as he was bent over in agony. "Go out and kneel over there with the rifle over your head, " screamed Mahindra.

Aktar jogged out of ranks sullenly and knelt a few yards away from the officer and Guruswamy. He was behind Mahindra, and he should have been smart enough to take his punishment quietly. But he was furious. After winning over Guruswamy, how dare this old man treat him like this and be so completely immune to his delectably faggoty charms. Feeling convinced that he was safe, he thrust his tongue out at Mahindra's back.

Most of the other recruits were smart enough to keep expressionless faces, but the idiot Menezes allowed a smirk to cross his face. Mahindra whirled around. While Akhtar's face was expressionless at this point, the old man was no fool. "Put down the rifle, " he barked.

Akhtar laid down the rifle on the parade ground and remained kneeling. His adam's apple bobbed nervously. What did the old man plan to do? Mahnidra strode up behind him and stood behind the hapless recruit looking down at him. "How dare you be insolent to an officer?" he screamed. And with the open palm of his hand, he brutally slapped the left side of Aktar's face so hard that his whole head lurched sideways. Then with his right hand he brutally slapped the other side Akhtar's face, and this time part of his palm connected with Aktar's ear leaving a ringing noise in the soldier's ears.

Mahindra turned back to Guruswamy and said, "I hope you are giving them the full treatment. The jawans of today lack the discipline of my day. These bastards have had the whole evening to clean their rifles and they are still dirty. I am going to check again tomorrow, and I expect to see some imporovement. As for this baanchooth, motioning contemptously with his boot toward Aktar's kneeling figure. "He is not to have play time. Let him kneel out there till it is time for supper, " and with that he stalked away.

Akthar's eyes swam with tears. He avoided looking at Guruswamy. Guruswamy was both aroused by the abject spectacle of Akhtar and annoyed at the officer had been messing with his own bumboy, as he already thought of the recruit.


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