Guruswamy yanked his finger out of Akhtar's bunghole and sniffed it. There was the pleasurable faint whiff of boy_s_h_i_t_. Not that Akhtar hadn't wiped well, but there was just the faintest odor left over from his last _s_h_i_t_, and just the faintest smear of brown on Guruswamy's finger. The NCO leaned over the boy's hunched back and aggressively swiped his finger below Aktar's nostrils. The boy half turned his face away from Guruswamy's finger and got a resounding slap on the cheek closest to Guruswamy's palm.
"Look what you've got on my finger baanchooth. I have your _s_h_i_t_ on my finger, baanchooth. Now suck it off."
The recruit obediently opened his mouth and began sucking on Guruswamy's hairy finger. "Yum yum yum," said Guruswamy mockingly.
Then yanking his finger out of Akhtar's mouth, he dragged the pretty Muslim boy back onto his lap. "Who am I and who are you?" he whispered in Akhtar's pretty boyish ear, taking the opportunity to lick it just before his question. His hot tongue and strong breath flavored by the cheap cigarettes he smoked incessantly wafted into Akhtar's face, and his hot spit tickled the sensitive inner lining of Akhtar's ear.
"You are my NCO sir, and I am your jawan," said Akhtar.
"Is that all?" screamed Guruswamy, playfully twisting Akhtar's ear.
"You are my drill instructor, sir, and I am your servant."
"Is that all?" Twist, twist.
"You are my father, and I am your obedient son, sir" said Akhtar. Almost immediately, he felt Guruswamy's _c_o_c_k_ lift appreciably higher beneath his (A's) soft rounded ass.
Guruswamy added in a whisper, "You mean I am your incestuous father and you are my worthless girlish piece of _s_h_i_t_ son whom I will _f_u_c_k_ till dead."
"Ha Sahib, ha pitha sahib (father sir), " cried out Akhtar smartly, realizing that the dirty talk was turning on Guruswamy.
"Is that all?" cried out Guruswamy, precum staining his shorts, while he twisted Akhtar's soft golden ear.
"You are my husband, and I am your wife, sir."
"You mean, I am your husband. And you are my piece of _s_h_i_t_ worthless whore whose ass I will _f_u_c_k_ till you bleed. Whose _c_o_c_k_ I will cut off, so I have a cunt to _f_u_c_k_. You are my whore whom I will impregnate up the arse with a bubble of cum so large that it will stain your turds for a week, so every time you _s_h_i_t_ you will remember your _f_u_c_k_daddyhusbandnco."
Now thoroughly excited, Guruswamy shoved his _c_o_c_k_ into Akhtar's winking asshole and began to _f_u_c_k_ him vigorously. The boy yelped out with mingled pleasure and pain, as he bounced up and down on Guruswamy's erect _c_o_c_k_.
Note that Guruswamy did not use nor mention a condom. HIV is spreading rapidly in India. It is not surprising that a foolish young boy obsessed with being _f_u_c_k_ed like Akhtar should not worry about safer _s_e_x_. But Guruswamy should have known better. And yet Guruswamy wanted to think of Akhtar as a pure object that he used for his whims and then kicked aside. Not that that was entirely true. He was more infatuated with the boy than he believed. But it added to his erotic excitement to think of the recruit as an object that he was brutally exploiting. It must be said it added to his erotic excitement to think that he might even be endagering the boys' life as he pumped him full of cum. And at the risk of seeming hopelessly unpc it turns the hairy perv on slightly too to think such forbidden, objectifying, Fascist thoughts. So exciting are those thoughts indeed that two lines above he notes that he has spelled "endangering" "endagering." Now there's a crime of monstrous proportions.