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Subject: My Boss Steve 2 Chapter 8 My Boss Steve 2 Chapter 8 Hi, and thanks for reading my story this far. I’d love to hear what you think of the tale: my email aol The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. Nifty can only continue with donations, so please give any Pounds, Dollars, Yen or Euros etc. that you can. They set off on the short 20 minute walk down the lane that led out of town towards the old country house now converted into flats that Stu called home. “I think I should say what I need to first Steve”, Stu told his boss. “Stu, this has been burning a hole in my brain for years. Please, I need to tell someone. I’ve told you everything in my past, about my experiences in the army, with Donkey Don and about that tennis match. This is something from my army days that I swore I would never tell anyone. But I know you won’t tell anyone and you don’t even know the name of my unit so please allow me this.” Stu knew he would have to tell his boss about the big decision he’d made following his Prague visit, and preferably before they got to his flat. “OK boss. I’m all ears,” he said lightly, then realised the big man at his side had a pained and very serious expression on his handsome face. Steve began to speak, the memory in every detail, clear in his mind. The chain of events began, he recalled, when one of his most promising men came to see him. “I want to leave the force,” he had said, “it just isn’t for me as it turns out Capt.. I’ll just buy myself out as soon as I can.” The soldier could barely look him in the eye and was clearly very upset. Steve had tried his best to find out what the matter was; to try to talk him round. He was one of his best men, but he was unable to change the private’s mind, neither could he get him to tell him the real reason. A few days later, another of his better, more valuable men also told him he’d had enough and planned to go. It had been just over a week later that he’d been called into the office of his commanding officer. “This is a bit delicate and will need the most careful handling,” he’d said. Steve stood there not sure what to expect.” I’ve received a couple of serious allegations from the village. It’s about one of your Sergeants. Smith. You’d better sit down.” Sgt. Smith, he’d always thought, was not a pleasant man. He’d had to reprimand him a few times due to his behaviour. The men under him were suitably disciplined and well drilled, but he was extremely heavy handed; verging on bullying, which was why Steve knew he had to pull him up on, on numerous occasions. “I’ve had a visit from some people from the town. They said that their son has been sexually abused by Sergeant Smith. The seventeen year-old had come home, clearly upset and barely able to walk. It had taken them a week before they got the story out of him. Apparently, Smith had frog marched the poor lad into a barn, pushed him up against a stack of hay bales and raped him, forcing himself upon the boy and buggering him. It seems it happened several times.” “Several times sir?” Steve had asked,” doesn’t that suggest the boy was complicit; actually wanted it?” “The lad was underage, though a strapping specimen; they showed me a photograph. Anyway, don’t interrupt. The other woman had a similar story. Her son was in the derelict factory on the edge of the town, when `your’ Sergeant walked in and forced himself on him. Her son had said that he’d had to perform “unnatural acts” with the soldier including fellatio and several acts of anal sex. The boy had said that this had happened every time he’d met the Sergeant there.” “Every time….?” Steve had started, then thought better of it. He knew of the old factory. A friend in the local police had told him that gangs of youths hung out there and it was notorious for drugs. “The point is,” the chief continued, looking a little overheated now, “the boys were underage and are alleging rape. We can’t let this get out, think of our reputation; the reputation of the whole British Army!” “So what do you think we should do” Steve had asked “I’m going to leave it to you as officer-in-charge. It’ll be good for you; see how you shape up. One thing though, you can’t publicly accuse him of sexual assault. It’ll have to be seen publicly as simply a disciplinary matter. Do you understand?” He of course, didn’t give Steve a chance to answer, simply dismissed him with, “Good. OK. Good man. Off you go then; come and see me when you’ve sorted out this mess. I’ll be watching how you handle it with interest.” Steve had been very successful as a trainee officer so far; in fact the army suited him well. He’d been a good child, always paying attention to what his business consultant mother and his major general father and told him. He’s been good at school too; a bright boy, always following his teachers’ instructions. In the army, he’d found it straightforward and easy to carry on as he always had; obeying instructions and orders. It made for an easy life, not having to think for yourself too much. In fact, in officer training, pretty much every situation you could find yourself in was covered by rules or laid down procedures. There had been no rules nor help or even suggestions on how to deal with a situation such as this. He had no idea what to do. Things got worse for Steve later that day. Walking back to the mess after a brief armaments exercise, he saw the two men who were threatening to resign in a huddle with four others; all good men in his regiment. They were deep in a serious conversation and all six of them looked worried and a couple of them looked like they were about to cry. They barely noticed their superior officer as Steve walked over. “Is everything all right?” he’d asked. All six jumped at seeing him; shocked that he was there and jolted upright, raising their eyes to his. Each pair of eyes that looked into his own, revealed not exactly guilt, but almost panic. “So what’s going on here then?” Steve raised himself to his full 6′ 2”. “Nothing sir”, one of them stuttered and looked at his feet. “OK. You, soldier. Come and see me at 1600 hours,” he commanded the soldier who was the first of the two wanting to resign. He’d busied himself with paperwork for a while, then on the dot of 4, yelled “Come” in response to a nervous tap on the office door. “I want to know what’s going on Richards”, he said to the young recruit, trying to sound as authoritative as he could. After a bit of an exchange of “It’s a bit personal sir”, and “I’m not sure I can tell you sir”, Steve said, “Look Richards. You must think of me not just as your commanding officer. Here in the Army, I’m both your Mother and your Father, your brother and your sister. Now sit down and tell me.” The young soldier sat down on the second office chair. “I wouldn’t be able to tell this to my Mum or my Dad.” The poor lad looked more like a lost little boy now, but Steve knew he had to sort this out. He had more pressing matters to sort out now in the form of the disgusting Sergeant Smith. “OK. Forget all that. Tell me what it is soldier; that’s an order.” The lad slumped in the chair. “Sir, we’ve been kocaeli escort trying to work out what to do, and I guess we have no option now to just complain officially.” “Complain about what? And who’s `we’?” “Well sir, the six of us have been sort of, er, kind of, um I guess, abused. Sergeant Smith has made all of us erm, do things, all six of us as it turns out. It’s why I want to leave; if this is what the Army is like.” “You’d better tell me exactly what the Sergeant has done Richards, then we can see how we can sort things out for you. You’re one of my best men. I don’t want to lose you, believe me. Do you mean he hits his men?” “Well Sir, the sergeant was angry with me because he said I hadn’t tried hard enough when he’d taken us out on an exercise, and called me into his office. He walked right up to me, his face only inches away from mine. He’s a powerful man sir and hits us regularly for even minor things, but this time was different. He said I needed punishing and pushed me over his desk. He then pulled my trousers down and bared my bum. He smacked me with his hand, which I thought was the punishment, but he didn’t stop there. He began then to stroke me as if to soothe where he’d hit, but then sucked his finger and pushed inside me.” “I see”, Steve had said, feeling uncomfortable. You’d better carry on and tell me everything Richards.” “He opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of something and the next thing I knew, he was shoving his dirty big fat prick up my arse. He fucked me sir. He fucked me hard, pounding away for a good ten minutes before he spunked his filthy cum deep inside. It hurt like hell sir, he’s um, he’s a big guy if you know what I mean. I didn’t deserve that did I sir?” “No Richards. That’s awful. I’m genuinely sorry this happened.” “Thanks you sir, but it wasn’t just me. The other five were also raped by Sergeant Smith. A couple of the others had similar experiences to my own; the Sarge told Mike, er, Private Sanderson, that he needed extra training and persuaded him to go to his quarters. He got him to do some squats or something, then told him he had to tie his hands to the banister rail for a `special’ routine. Of course, that was when he pulled his clothes down and forced his dick up him. Mike told me he hadn’t used any cream or anything and had just carried on despite him screaming out in pain. The next day, the Sergeant was angry with him again because he couldn’t manage the obstacle course training. God, the poor guy could barely walk, but later in the showers, he’d been pushed against the tiled wall and Smith had fucked him hard again, sliding his grubby cock in and out relentlessly, this time luckily, using some soap as lube, though he said it hadn’t helped much.” Steve was now even more unsure of how to deal with this. In fact he really didn’t have a clue at all. He was ashamed however, to find he was getting an erection listening to the soldier recounting these events. He crossed his legs awkwardly. “Anything else you need to tell me soldier?” “I think all of us think it would be better if we left the Army sir, but Sergeant Smith needs to be exposed. He hasn’t touched any of us again, but I know he hasn’t stopped. We reckon he’s working his way through the rest of the men sir, only most of the younger guys are too ashamed or frightened to do anything about it. I heard also, the dirty bastard has been fucking kids in the village. Sorry about my language sir.” “Thank you private Richards,” Steve had eventually responded, “thank you for your honesty. It’s really appreciated. I’ll let you know how I’m going to deal with this in due course. In the meantime, please tell the others I want you to keep it to yourselves. I will of course, have to interview Sergeant Smith before I can progress the issue. Dismissed.” Steve relaxed back in his chair as the young lad closed the door behind him. He was dreading it, but knew he’d have to confront Smith. He called one of his men in and asked him to get a message to the Sergeant. There were at least some Army guidelines on how to deal with disciplinary matters. Sergeant Kenneth Smith stood to attention in Steve’s office later that day while Steve had related the list of accusations the soldiers had made. “So what do you have to say for yourself Sergeant?” “It’s all made up Sir,” he said, a smug expression on his face. “They obviously all got together and came up with these trumped-up stories.” “Smith, you need to know each of them has told me what you did to them, independently of the others. Do you deny you hit your men?” “They are difficult to discipline sometimes Sir. I only give them a gentle slap if they deserve it.” “OK, Smith. What about the serious allegations of your sexually abusing boys in the town?” The Sergeant squirmed visibly. “It wasn’t abuse Sir, they were gagging for it. They loved it. I only did it with a handful of boys from the town.” “How may boys exactly were their Smith?” “There were only six Sir, they all wanted it, they were all asking for it in their tight little shorts or their sagging jeans, showing off their little arses.” Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Six? You do realise some of them were underage don’t you. This is a serious criminal offence, you would go to jail if this was to get out and the reputation of the regiment, of the whole Army is at stake. You’re a disgrace man. I’m ashamed to call you a soldier. Now get out of my sight. I’ll be talking to you again very soon, now go.” The man had showed no sign of remorse, or even any understanding that he’d done anything wrong. Steve remembered he’d never been so cross and had not been that angry since. That night he lay in bed for what seemed like hours, his mind going round in circles but unable to come up with any useful thoughts. Eventually he fell asleep. He’d had some disquieting dreams that night and had woken up early feeling more unsettled that ever. He lay there for a while hoping he could grab a few more minutes’ sleep, then sat up with a start. `Of course’, he thought. After breakfast alone in the officer’s mess, he called Private Richards and told him to report to his office at 1000 hours and to bring the other five men with him. The six soldiers assembled in Steve’s office later. They all looked very handsome in their smart uniforms but, like Richards, all looked a lot younger that their years. Maybe that was the appeal for Sergeant Smith, Steve thought. “At ease men”, Steve began. “Look, I know this is difficult for you to talk about, but we have to find a suitable solution. I have my orders that however this business is resolved, it cannot be allowed to affect the reputation of the unit. I’ve been told it must be dealt with as a disciplinary issue, and that the sexual abuse incidents must not be mentioned. So, what I want you to do, is to spend the rest of today discussing amongst yourselves how you want me to progress. Any questions?” The six young lads just stood there looking dejected. “I’ll consider any and all suggestions you come up with. I’m on your side men. I want you to feel that justice has been done.” Steve watched the group leave and hoped he was doing the right thing. He needed their help to decide what to do, and above all, to feel that these poor boys kocaeli escort bayan felt suitably avenged. The next day, the six young soldiers filed in. After the `at ease’ command, they all stood looking at their feet except Richards, who seemed to have been nominated as spokesman for the group. “Sir,” he began,”We spent a long time thinking about what to do, and all of us agree that Sergeant Smith needs to be punished for what he’s done. We reckon that any punishment must be a suitable one, bearing in mind what he did to us and the boys from the town; in other words, the punishment must fit the crime.” “So what have you in mind?” Steve was becoming intrigued. “Erm, we wanted him to receive corporal punishment.” “For god’s sake Richards,” one of the other lads almost shouted,” tell him. We want to tie the bastard up and beat his naked sorry arse. Sir.” the lad looked embarrassed at his outburst now. Steve thought for a while, then said,” If I allow you to do this, it can’t be inside the camp. It’ll have to be away from Army grounds.” The men all nodded or mumbled their agreement and by the following evening, everything was in place. As it was getting dark, Steve summoned the Sergeant. “OK Smith, follow me.” They left the office and Steve indicated that the Sergeant should open the driver’s door for him, then get in the back. They drove though the nearby town to the old derelict factory buildings and waited. Soon after, a second car drew up and the shadowy figures of the six soldiers climbed out. Each man was wearing a balaclava over their heads so only their eyes were visible. Steve pulled one for himself from his glovebox. In an alley between two deserted buildings was an abandoned car; pretty smashed up, with no glass in its windows. Smith was now looking a bit panicked as he was manhandled to the front of it. Two of the men pulled the Sergeant’s hands forwards while a third bent him over the car’s bonnet, standing close behind him so the front of the worried man’s legs were squashed tight against the radiator grill. Between them, they managed to pull the arms of the struggling man forwards and tie his hands to the pillars of the missing windscreen, then they lashed his calves to the rusty bumper and pulled his trousers and briefs below his knees. All this time, the Sergeant was shouting abuse at the men, and worried about them being heard, one of them cut a strip of the wide tape and found it made an effective gag. “So who’s going first?” one of the young men asked. “He fucked me first, so I reckon I’m entitled.” It was Richards. Steve wondered if the soldiers had brought a cane or something to carry out their revenge beating and was surprised to see that Richards just used the flat palm of his hand, he guessed which was what his Sergeant had done to him, but it didn’t stop there. The angry young man clearly planned to carry out a revenge not completely revealed to his officer who watched in alarm as he undid the zip of his fly and pulled out a sizeable erection. One of the others handed him a tub of Vaseline and he smeared a couple of fingers-full over his organ. The Sergeant managed to make a surprising amount of noise yelling in pain as the stiff cock was pushed savagely into his rear; all the way in. A small cheer ran around the assembled group. This was what they clearly thought of as acceptable justice and Steve could not bring himself to disagree. He watched intrigued as the soldier plunged his stiff dick in and out; a real revenge fuck, his strongly muscled young buttocks hammering rapidly until with one vengeful thrust, he reached his climax, yelling, ” take it you fucker. See how you like it eh. Take my cum up your dirty arse.” Behind him, Sanderson was getting impatient, waving his extremely large organ about, showily and making the others giggly boyishly. Steve knew he was well built from seeing him naked in the showers, but was impressed at the length and girth of it hard. “That’s going to hurt”, he blurted out as the group crowded round to get a closer look. As soon as Richards had pulled out of the squirming man’s hole, Sanderson positioned the tip of his organ there, and pulling apart the large, white buttocks, pushed in hard. The gag across the man’s mouth must have slipped slightly, as the loud groan they heard, was witness to the pain caused. The rhythm of Sanderson’s hammering was much faster than Richards’s, his thrusts appeared shorter, but due to his superior length, probably much the same. His rapid movements meant his bum was a blur. The other soldiers cheered him on loudly. “Yeah, that’s it Sandy, give it to him, show him what it means to get fucked by a British soldier, a real man.” Although in a softer voice, Steve was sure he heard the tied and bound Sergeant’s voice. “Fuck. Oh yes. That’s it.” Then,”Mmm, push it in deeper. Deeper. All the way up my hole. Yes, yes, fuck me harder. Harder, big soldier-boy.” The words jarred in Steve’s brain. The bastard was enjoying this. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Then a feeling of deja vu. He’d heard those same words gasped out before. They were the same words he remembered, whispered by that dirty slag he’s fucked all that time ago on his old base in the small copse when he went for a run after Donkey Don had left. He watched as one after the other, the group of young, healthy men took their revenge, clearly enjoying degrading this sadistic man. Steve watched, intrigued, finding the scene erotic in the extreme; like watching a gay pornographic video. He was unable to do anything to stop the burgeoning erection lengthening down his thigh and tenting his sweatpants. Still he heard the slutty tied man moaning words of encouragement the men didn’t seem to hear or maybe just ignored in their frenzied fuck-fest. Sanderson was clearly ready and keen to take a second shot at the restrained bent form, then a couple of the others stood behind him waiting impatiently for another go at the man’s sloppy arse. Eventually, the men had had their fill; the six soldiers looked satiated, happy that they’d got their revenge on this hateful man that had made their lives unbearable for so long. One of them turned and looked gratefully at Steve. His expression showing what looked like affection for the man who had facilitated this, then looking down as Steve slowly stroking the engorged member in his trousers. “Come on sir. I reckon you should take a turn. With that thing, he’d really know he’d been fucked. You’d split him in two with what you’re packing…… Sir.” His face reddened. “Yes, go on sir, give it to him,” one of the others joined, then there was more encouragement and cajoling. Watching all these strong, fit, healthy young soldiers in action Steve had found such a turn-on, their erections so completely hard. He pushed down on the waistband of his grey trackies as his men watched. “Woah. That’s going to wreck his hole. Jeez,” one of them blurted out. “Fucking hell. That’s a whopper…….. sorry sir”, said another. Steve knew he shouldn’t be seen by his men joining in on their retribution exercise, but he knew this whole thing was something none of them could ever speak about to another living soul, and he was entitled, they were his men, his soldiers that izmit escort had been wronged. Yes he could justify to himself what he wanted to do, though in truth, he wanted to enjoy belittling this awful man and show him he was the superior, alpha male and he was in charge. He moved closer. Sticky ejaculate was running down the legs of the shackled sergeant and his hole looked red and swollen, hardly surprising after the number of men that had taken their satisfaction out on him; he’d been fucked pretty much non stop for almost an hour. He seemed to be asleep as Steve lined his aching, mammoth organ up between his cheeks and pushed in hard. The whole of the man’s body jerked against the wrecked car’s bonnet and immediately, the guy let out a blood-curdling shriek; a squeal he thought no human was capable of making. Again that feeling of deja vu. The sound the man had made, the animal-like yell. Could this be….? The same slutty sex-mad soldier from way back? Steve found himself enjoying the sound, the gasps and whimpers as he slid his entire length up, along the much-abused tube that now gripped so tightly. His protestations and loud begging for Steve to stop just made it more exciting. He began to thrust faster and as deep as he could. The tied Sergeant was now shouting with each penetration which only served to excite Steve more and to elicit much cheering and encouragement from the men standing closely round. Steve found the angle that got the loudest pained protests, the massive girth of his prick stretching the already damaged muscle. The position also meant he got the most pleasure; the combination of the maximum tightness of the grip and the man’s loud, rhythmic groans of pain combining to drive him on. One of the unforeseen impacts of this, his complete loss of control, had the effect of immensely impressing his men. They were more proud now than they’d ever been of their leader and called out encouragement, egging him on to try to achieve even louder cries from the man he was enjoying. “Yeah, fuck his arse chief. Fuck him harder. That’s it, give it to him, shove that fucking whopping great dick of yours hard up him. Make him scream. Fuck yeah.” Steve plunged as deep as he could up the arse-hole of the whimpering man, hammering into him faster and faster. He knew, when he began to realise all his other senses were shutting down, that he couldn’t hold out much longer, that he’d soon be getting the blissful release that he’d sweated for. “Oh fuck. Oh yes, Jeezus.” He rammed in as hard and as deep as he could one final time as his long, thick cock pumped its load far up inside the long-suffering recipient. Steve slumped over the Sergeant’s body as he recovered and, as his brain began to function once again, felt some very conflicting feelings. The utter joy that the physical relief gave him was there alongside the realisation that he had not lost his enjoyment of totally dominating another man; of showing him who was the alpha, who was the boss despite all the efforts he’d made to quash them. As he pulled out, and stuffed his wet, sticky and still semi-hard length back inside his briefs, he saw a couple of his soldiers, clearly excited after watching his performance, their cocks jutting out obscenely, ready for another bout of enjoyment. But then they heard the sound of voices. It sounded like a number of young lads were approaching and, knowing they could not be found here in this situation, hurriedly dressed and scurried back to the cars. Steve took one final look back at the bent form tied down over the front of the wrecked car. “Leave him,” he told his men, “I’ll come back for him in the morning. It’ll do the bastard good to think he’ll die here.” The voices were getting closer now and Steve took a quick last look back as they rounded the dilapidated building and saw Richards carefully placing the tub of Vaseline on the Sergeant’s back, and finding a discarded beer bottle on the ground, shoved it up the hole that they’d all just used, then quickly joined the others. The seven balaclava-clad soldiers pressed themselves against the outside corrugated iron of the rusting building, hoping the group of lads would move. They listened with growing interest to what the youths were saying. “What the fuck? Look at this lads”, they heard one of the young men call out. ” What’s been going on here eh?” “Hold on”, another voice joined, “its that soldier that fucked our Jimmy.” “Fuck me, it is too. He had my brother too. My mum and yours went to the camp to complain, remember?” “So what’s he doing here, tied up to your old Vauxhall?” “Fuck me sideways, he’s got a fucking bottle shoved up his arse!” “He has too. I could stick my dick up there instead. It’s much thicker than any bottle-neck. Reckon he’d like that much more eh?” “Jeez, me too. Go on then, you do ‘im first.” Steve felt he should at least check on Sergeant Smith, trying to suppress the feeling of guilt that he didn’t welcome and peered slowly around the steel frame to see what was happening. The gang of youngsters moved closer and he watched with great interest as the bottle was pulled out of the tied man. It seemed that he’d fallen asleep after his prolonged pounding by the soldiers and woke with a jolt as he must have felt the relief of his hole now finally able to close. “Untie me now, please”, the gruff voice pleaded. “I need to get back to the camp.” “So how come you’re here like that?” A younger voice. “Oh it was just some of the lads having a bit of a laugh”, the man sounded anything but convincing, his voice shaky. One of the group spotted the tub of grease conveniently there, pulled out his slim member and slathered it with the contents. “Likely story mate”, he said and slapped the side of the older man’s head hard. “You’ve been playing sex games haven’t you. You’ve been getting yourself a bit of action eh mate. Well I guess it’s your lucky day cos here’s some more”. “No, no please. Please let me go.” “Fat fuckin’ chance. We know who you are you dirty perv. You’ve got this coming to ya, fuckin’ dirty old man”. “Yeah, that’s it Todge, fuckin’ give ‘im one.” The lad pushed slowly in. “Fuck that’s nice,” he called out and started moving faster, his loose jeans sliding down his legs, revealing small white buttocks. Steve watched intrigued at the speed of the boy’s deep thrusting. The young lad’s assault didn’t last long before he was shuddering and yelling out his climax, ejaculating his youthful load inside the protesting soldier. He was hastily hauled off and one of the others eagerly took his place, plunging without pause as deep as he could push his stiffness. Steve could see that the first boy was still pumping the last of his cum as he was forced to withdraw, he could also see Sergeant Smith’s body shaking, not only by the violent fucking he was getting, but also by the sobbing he was unable to control wracked by pain as he was. Steve silently joined his men and they left for the Base, content that they had their own revenge and now seemingly, the suffering of the boys in the village was being avenged by its own. Steve and Stu walked up the few steps to the front door of Stu’s flat. “So you’ll understand, we’ve all, for the sake of the regiment, kept this strictly to ourselves ever since. The last words spoken about the whole affair was to reach agreement that none of us could ever speak of it to anyone else ever. Our secret, never to be shared. I’ve kept that promise until now.

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