Title: That Night [Project Zeta]
Title: That Night
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Challenge: For dearkiki
Rating: PG
Genre: Military BDSM
Characters/Pairings: Master Sergeant, the recruits
Summary: The first night Master Sergeant needs to empress on one of the recruits the rules.
The Master Sergeant slowly walked around the blond haired soldier. He watched as the muscular man strained as he pulled at the metal chains tying him to the twin posts that were set up in the center of the hanger. He allowed the recruit to wear himself out a little, waiting while the man struggled till sweat stood out on his chest and arms. The Master Sergeant stopped behind the grunt and unhooked the whip hanging from his belt, “Those chains are more then able to hold you grunt.”
“I didn’t sign up for this, who the hell are you?”
The Master Sergeant just listened, impassive and unimpressed as the grunt ranted and raved for a few minutes before he cut the grunt off, “You signed up for service, I’m going to make sure the Army gets it’s worth out of you grunt. Now you do not leave without authorization, something you do not have. NOW COUNT THEM GRUNT.” The Master Sergeant ordered as he flipped his wrist and listened to the sound of leather on flesh as the whip hit the shoulder of the grunt.
The Master Sergeant paused for a moment listening to the grunt yell and scream in surprise and pain but he didn’t hear a number. “I said COUNT GRUNT,” he bellowed as he flicked his wrist again, this could be a long night.
Word Count:
Challenge: For dearkiki
Rating: PG
Genre: Military BDSM
Characters/Pairings: Master Sergeant, the recruits
Summary: The first night Master Sergeant needs to empress on one of the recruits the rules.
The Master Sergeant slowly walked around the blond haired soldier. He watched as the muscular man strained as he pulled at the metal chains tying him to the twin posts that were set up in the center of the hanger. He allowed the recruit to wear himself out a little, waiting while the man struggled till sweat stood out on his chest and arms. The Master Sergeant stopped behind the grunt and unhooked the whip hanging from his belt, “Those chains are more then able to hold you grunt.”
“I didn’t sign up for this, who the hell are you?”
The Master Sergeant just listened, impassive and unimpressed as the grunt ranted and raved for a few minutes before he cut the grunt off, “You signed up for service, I’m going to make sure the Army gets it’s worth out of you grunt. Now you do not leave without authorization, something you do not have. NOW COUNT THEM GRUNT.” The Master Sergeant ordered as he flipped his wrist and listened to the sound of leather on flesh as the whip hit the shoulder of the grunt.
The Master Sergeant paused for a moment listening to the grunt yell and scream in surprise and pain but he didn’t hear a number. “I said COUNT GRUNT,” he bellowed as he flicked his wrist again, this could be a long night.