Title: Night Workout [Project Zeta]
Title: Night Workout
Word Count:
Rating: R
Warning: D/s, forced workout,
Characters/Pairings: Master Sergeant, the recruit (grey eyed one)
Series: Project Zeta
Summary: Not all the recruits are putting in the effort that the Master Sergeant demands
Author's Notes: I wrote this for a friend a bit ago but thought some others might like it. I’ve never written anything like it before but I’ve been reading a book on military BDSM and it gave me ideas.
The Master Sergeant looked up from his pushup when one of the recruits arrived and stood at attention.
Or he tried to, “And just what do you call that stance,” the Master Sergeant barked as he jumped up from the pushup up position and stood back straight, “Get that back straight, eyes forward and shoulders back.”
“Yes Master Sergeant,”
The Master Sergeant watched as the recruit adjusted his stance as the Master Sergeant grabbed his training rod from the bench he had laid it on. With a whistle and a sharp snap he struck the recruit’s upper leg with the leather covered hard plastic rod.
“Legs straight!” he barked as he saw the recruit flinch and ball his hands in fist for a moment, that would have to be worked on another time, he thought with an inner smile.
“Why did I order you here tonight, recruit?”
“Master Sergeant, I don’t know, Master Sergeant.”
The Master Sergeant started walking around the recruit as he took in the answer, “What are you wearing, recruit?” he asked looking at the white shirt the recruit had on.
“Master Sergeant, recruit is wearing the workout uniform, as ordered, Master Sergeant.”
“And what room are you in, recruit?” the Master Sergeant asked as he stopped behind the recruit talking in the view.
“The workout room?” Came the recruit’s confused response.
The recruit wasn’t tall, merely 5’7” or 5’8” and his frame had potential but right now it was flabby and pathetic with only the hints of muscles that was left over from boot camp; it was time to fix that.
With lightning reflexes the Master Sergeant tapped the back of the recruit’s knees as he stepped forward grabbing the recruit’s collared neck pushing him forward and down until the recruit’s head smacked into the hard mat floor of the workout room with the Master Sergeant kneeling beside him, “that’s “the workout room, Master Sergeant ”
“Master Sergeant, the workout room, Master Sergeant.”
“Better recruit,” the Master Sergeant said as he lowered his head to be eye to eye with the gray eyed recruit, “you’ve been slacking off recruit, you haven’t been putting in the effort that the Army and I expect. That ends tonight,” the Master Sergeant explained pushing hard on the recruit’s neck when the recruit tried to push up.
“You will become all you can be, push up position now!” The Master Sergeant ordered as he let up on the recruit’s neck.
“Master Sergeant, yes Master Sergeant.”
The Master Sergeant lend back as he looked over the recruit’s form. It was good, not perfect but good, “Count them off recruit, down-up,” he ordered
“One, Master Sergeant.”
The Master Sergeant called them off as the recruit counted them until the seventh one. The training rod made a smack when it hit the recruit’s ass which had been slowly rising, “You’re not asking to be fucked, you’re doing pushups now keep that ass down.”
“Yes, Master Sergeant. Sorry, Master Sergeant.”
“Not yet but you will be,” The Master Sergeant said as he ordered the next pushup. They weren’t going to be done any time soon.
Word Count:
Rating: R
Warning: D/s, forced workout,
Characters/Pairings: Master Sergeant, the recruit (grey eyed one)
Series: Project Zeta
Summary: Not all the recruits are putting in the effort that the Master Sergeant demands
Author's Notes: I wrote this for a friend a bit ago but thought some others might like it. I’ve never written anything like it before but I’ve been reading a book on military BDSM and it gave me ideas.
The Master Sergeant looked up from his pushup when one of the recruits arrived and stood at attention.
Or he tried to, “And just what do you call that stance,” the Master Sergeant barked as he jumped up from the pushup up position and stood back straight, “Get that back straight, eyes forward and shoulders back.”
“Yes Master Sergeant,”
The Master Sergeant watched as the recruit adjusted his stance as the Master Sergeant grabbed his training rod from the bench he had laid it on. With a whistle and a sharp snap he struck the recruit’s upper leg with the leather covered hard plastic rod.
“Legs straight!” he barked as he saw the recruit flinch and ball his hands in fist for a moment, that would have to be worked on another time, he thought with an inner smile.
“Why did I order you here tonight, recruit?”
“Master Sergeant, I don’t know, Master Sergeant.”
The Master Sergeant started walking around the recruit as he took in the answer, “What are you wearing, recruit?” he asked looking at the white shirt the recruit had on.
“Master Sergeant, recruit is wearing the workout uniform, as ordered, Master Sergeant.”
“And what room are you in, recruit?” the Master Sergeant asked as he stopped behind the recruit talking in the view.
“The workout room?” Came the recruit’s confused response.
The recruit wasn’t tall, merely 5’7” or 5’8” and his frame had potential but right now it was flabby and pathetic with only the hints of muscles that was left over from boot camp; it was time to fix that.
With lightning reflexes the Master Sergeant tapped the back of the recruit’s knees as he stepped forward grabbing the recruit’s collared neck pushing him forward and down until the recruit’s head smacked into the hard mat floor of the workout room with the Master Sergeant kneeling beside him, “that’s “the workout room, Master Sergeant ”
“Master Sergeant, the workout room, Master Sergeant.”
“Better recruit,” the Master Sergeant said as he lowered his head to be eye to eye with the gray eyed recruit, “you’ve been slacking off recruit, you haven’t been putting in the effort that the Army and I expect. That ends tonight,” the Master Sergeant explained pushing hard on the recruit’s neck when the recruit tried to push up.
“You will become all you can be, push up position now!” The Master Sergeant ordered as he let up on the recruit’s neck.
“Master Sergeant, yes Master Sergeant.”
The Master Sergeant lend back as he looked over the recruit’s form. It was good, not perfect but good, “Count them off recruit, down-up,” he ordered
“One, Master Sergeant.”
The Master Sergeant called them off as the recruit counted them until the seventh one. The training rod made a smack when it hit the recruit’s ass which had been slowly rising, “You’re not asking to be fucked, you’re doing pushups now keep that ass down.”
“Yes, Master Sergeant. Sorry, Master Sergeant.”
“Not yet but you will be,” The Master Sergeant said as he ordered the next pushup. They weren’t going to be done any time soon.