Venugopal's Ordeal Part C


by Jawan <Sdas2@hotmail.com>

Jayachandra stepped before Venugopal. The Tamilian gazed straight ahead. First, Jayachandra grabbed his belt and shook up forcefully, in the same way Guruswamy had shaken Montu Sharma. Venugopal gasped but maintained his composure. Then Jayachandra roughly tugged at his collar, "That top button needs to be secured."

"Ha sahib, " cried out Venugopal.

"Do it, " yelled the NCO. "Hurry up."

By now Venugopal should have been used to the yelling, but the volume of that order still had the power to fluster him, and he haplessly fumbled with his button. "I SAID HURRY UP" screamed Jayachandra swinging his hand back and slapping Venugopal's face. He had meant to hit the recruit with his open palm, but Venugopal flinched and the NCO's knuckle painfully made contact with his soft, dark high cheekbone.

The recruit's eyes welled up with tears, much to Jayachandra's satisfaction.

"You need to see that your undershorts cannot be seen riding up beneath your shorts." E

"Ha sahib, " cried Venugopal.

Jayachandra's hands went down, and he began smoothing and adjusting Venugopal's crotch. Ostensibly, his purpose was to smooth out Venugopal's undershorts and adjust them satisfactorily. But the modest peasant boy was horrified. No one had touched him so intimately, not even his uptight fiancee. His hands left their position of attention to drop protectively, reflectively in front of his _c_o_c_k_, that was unaccountably beginning to rise slightly with Jayachandra's insinuating stroking.

"Baanchooth, " shrieked Jayachandra. "Put your hands down. You are at attention."

"Ha sahib," said Venugopal pleadingly, hands still in position, "But please don't touch my privates sir. I promise to adjust my undershorts."

"Mother_f_u_c_k_er, " screamed Jayachandra. "What do you think I am a faggot? A chamcha? Do you think I care about your dirty little black boy thing and balls. Stand at attention _f_u_c_k_er."

Venugopal's arms reluctantly returned to his side.

"Now," said Jayachandra. "I am looking at you mother_f_u_c_k_er, and if you pass the test and have no expression on your face then no punishment drill, but otherwise your arse, your dirty little black boy thing, and everything from your beret to your toejam are mine for punishment drill."

Then he stretched out his rather calloused horny hand and grabbed Venugopal's balls and began twisting them through the khaki and dark blue undershorts. At the same time he leaned forward, so his nose was almost grazing Venugopal's. The boy moaned with agony, "Please sir leave them be. Please sir, it hurts sir."

"You failed the test baanchooth. Akhtar put him down for punishment drill."

"Ha sahib," yelled Akhtar smartly.

Venugopal's balls were so painful that he would have trouble that day marching smartly, and that would gain him even more punishment from Guruswamy and Jayachandra. Horribly unjust no doubt, but what is justice compared to the enduring thrills of sadistic faggotry.


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