Title: Day One [Project Zeta]
Title: Day One
Word Count: 748
Challenge: For dearkiki
Rating: PG
Genre: Military BDSM
Characters/Pairings: Master Sergeant, the recruits
Summary: It’s the first day of their new training and one of the recruits has already tried to leave.
The Master Sergeant walked around the post looking at the garbage the Army had given him this time. Hair down to his shoulders in jeans and a blue t-shirt the grunt hadn’t even waited a day to try and make a break for it and now he was tied to a wooden post, arms above his head and a gag in his mouth. “You were warned that leaving was not an option recruit,” the Master Sergeant said as he circled the man again, listening to the muffled sounds from the gag as he did so.
“The Army owns you for two more years and I’m going to make sure the Army gets the best out of you grunt. But first you are out of uniform and that will just not do.” Master Sergeant said pulling out a knife from his belt and watched as the recruit’s eyes widened.
Master Sergeant stopped in front of the recruit bringing the flat of the knife against his trainee’s chest, “This knife is razor sharp, move and it will cut you along with those civvies. Remain still and you won’t, understand?” He then slowly began cutting just under one of the ropes binding the recruit to the post. The recruit drew a sharp breath as the cold steel slid along his newly bared skin, but managed to keep motionless enough to keep from being cut. The shirt started to fall away showing the pale skin under it.
The Master Sergeant kept his eyes focused on the recruit’s own eyes as he cut away more and more of the shirt. He could see the fear and confusion in those eyes, his recruits didn’t understand what was happening, the new ones never did. Someone always had to be made an example of, and this time is was this unlucky bastard.
Master Sergeant lifted the knife and pulled away the last bits of the shirt that was held only by the ropes before stepping back and turning around to look at the other recruits.
Both of them were standing at their sloppy version of attention, he would have to deal with that later, but for now he had another lesson for them. They both had their eyes glued to their third member, “My rules are simple, break them and you will be disciplined. Now recruit take this knife and cut that garbage’s hair off,” Master Sergeant flipped the knife handle to face the gray eyed one.
When the recruit didn’t move he stepped forward thrusting the handle into the recruit’s solar plexus. The recruit’s eyes widened in shock and he staggered backward. The knife now passed, Master Sergeant grabbed the recruit and swung him towards his fellow recruit helplessly bound and fearfully watching. “I gave you an order grunt, now remove that hair from him,” Master Sergeant ordered as the grunt tried to get his wind back.
“Yes Sergeant,” the gray eye grunt wheezed as the he stumbled forward to the post stopping once he reached it to fully catch his breath as the Master Sergeant watched.
The Master Sergeant knew that this recruit would be the hardest to work with, he just wanted to coast, do just enough to get by nothing to get noticed as either highly skilled or lacking in skills, just adequate. And it had worked for 3 years, if the slacker hadn’t gotten into drugs and been busted he would never have been sent to him, but the Master Sergeant had him now and was going to give him drive. “Get cutting grunt and get that hair cut, I want it regulation length, and what is regulation length for this unit!”
The Master Sergeant fought the smirk as the two that could talk just looked at each other unsure, clearly his earlier rundown had been lost on both of them, just as it always was, “drop and give me 20, NOW,” the Master Sergeant added when they were a bit slow to drop.
“Count louder you pansies,” The Master Sergeant yelled after they had reached three in voices he could barley hear, “you will do better then that grunt,” he added as he squatted next to the large dark-skinned recruit and gripped him by the back of the neck, “all the way down and all the way up,” he growled into the man’s ear as he pushed him down almost to the ground before yanking him back up, “and regulation length for this unit is one inch, learn it recruit.”
Word Count: 748
Challenge: For dearkiki
Rating: PG
Genre: Military BDSM
Characters/Pairings: Master Sergeant, the recruits
Summary: It’s the first day of their new training and one of the recruits has already tried to leave.
The Master Sergeant walked around the post looking at the garbage the Army had given him this time. Hair down to his shoulders in jeans and a blue t-shirt the grunt hadn’t even waited a day to try and make a break for it and now he was tied to a wooden post, arms above his head and a gag in his mouth. “You were warned that leaving was not an option recruit,” the Master Sergeant said as he circled the man again, listening to the muffled sounds from the gag as he did so.
“The Army owns you for two more years and I’m going to make sure the Army gets the best out of you grunt. But first you are out of uniform and that will just not do.” Master Sergeant said pulling out a knife from his belt and watched as the recruit’s eyes widened.
Master Sergeant stopped in front of the recruit bringing the flat of the knife against his trainee’s chest, “This knife is razor sharp, move and it will cut you along with those civvies. Remain still and you won’t, understand?” He then slowly began cutting just under one of the ropes binding the recruit to the post. The recruit drew a sharp breath as the cold steel slid along his newly bared skin, but managed to keep motionless enough to keep from being cut. The shirt started to fall away showing the pale skin under it.
The Master Sergeant kept his eyes focused on the recruit’s own eyes as he cut away more and more of the shirt. He could see the fear and confusion in those eyes, his recruits didn’t understand what was happening, the new ones never did. Someone always had to be made an example of, and this time is was this unlucky bastard.
Master Sergeant lifted the knife and pulled away the last bits of the shirt that was held only by the ropes before stepping back and turning around to look at the other recruits.
Both of them were standing at their sloppy version of attention, he would have to deal with that later, but for now he had another lesson for them. They both had their eyes glued to their third member, “My rules are simple, break them and you will be disciplined. Now recruit take this knife and cut that garbage’s hair off,” Master Sergeant flipped the knife handle to face the gray eyed one.
When the recruit didn’t move he stepped forward thrusting the handle into the recruit’s solar plexus. The recruit’s eyes widened in shock and he staggered backward. The knife now passed, Master Sergeant grabbed the recruit and swung him towards his fellow recruit helplessly bound and fearfully watching. “I gave you an order grunt, now remove that hair from him,” Master Sergeant ordered as the grunt tried to get his wind back.
“Yes Sergeant,” the gray eye grunt wheezed as the he stumbled forward to the post stopping once he reached it to fully catch his breath as the Master Sergeant watched.
The Master Sergeant knew that this recruit would be the hardest to work with, he just wanted to coast, do just enough to get by nothing to get noticed as either highly skilled or lacking in skills, just adequate. And it had worked for 3 years, if the slacker hadn’t gotten into drugs and been busted he would never have been sent to him, but the Master Sergeant had him now and was going to give him drive. “Get cutting grunt and get that hair cut, I want it regulation length, and what is regulation length for this unit!”
The Master Sergeant fought the smirk as the two that could talk just looked at each other unsure, clearly his earlier rundown had been lost on both of them, just as it always was, “drop and give me 20, NOW,” the Master Sergeant added when they were a bit slow to drop.
“Count louder you pansies,” The Master Sergeant yelled after they had reached three in voices he could barley hear, “you will do better then that grunt,” he added as he squatted next to the large dark-skinned recruit and gripped him by the back of the neck, “all the way down and all the way up,” he growled into the man’s ear as he pushed him down almost to the ground before yanking him back up, “and regulation length for this unit is one inch, learn it recruit.”