THE PUNISHED RECRUIT

JOHN BOTTOM RANDY TOP KINKY

Sergeant Randy Orton was a hard man. He had to be to keep his men in line and get the job done. At this present moment all of his attentions were focused on one new recruit by the name of John Cena. John had broken one of the biggest rules on the base: no sex with other recruits. He had been caught by two other recruits fucking a sweet little man by the name of Evan Bourne. The two men had informed Orton of John's activities which was why the man was now standing face to face with Randy dressed only in his army issue underwear and dog tags.

"So," Randy faced his red-faced recruit with an intense glare. "You know the rules about sex on this base, Maggot. You have the nerve to go behind my back and think that I won't find out about it?"

"With all due respect, Sergeant, you wouldn't have found out if it wasn't for those two little bastards Ted Dibiase and Cody Rhodes." Cena's blue eyes flashed in rebellion. And rebellion of any kind Randy Orton would not tolerate.

"Hit the deck and give me twenty, Cena!" Randy bellowed.

John got down as ordered but the sergeant could tell that the recruit's heart was not in it. He was the most stubborn man Randy had ever had the displeasure of meeting.

"Forget it, Soldier. I want you to get up and strip off your underwear. Then I want you to go stand against that wall at attention with your hands folded behind your head POW style. And if you refuse anything I tell you to do I will personally see that you are given a dishonorable discharge for defying authority."

John frowned but obeyed reluctantly pulling down his underwear. His large cock hung down limp and spent between his legs.

"I see by your dick that whatever little slut you fucked must have really worn you out, Cena." Sergeant Orton sneered. "Too bad it won't stop me from having my fun. We'll see if we can't get that cock ready to go again."

"W-what Sergeant?" John stuttered some of his former fight leaving him. He was not usually a bottom and he knew in his gut that Sergeant Orton would not bottom for anyone.

"You want to fuck with little boys, Cena?" Randy pushed the man toward the wall. "Well, we'll just have to punish that offending dick of yours. Now, get into position or you're done. That's my final warning."

John leaned against the wall, standing straight at attention with his hands folded behind his head wearing nothing but his dog tags.

Sergeant Orton stripped off his shirt and picked up a riding crop in his hand. "Now" He continued swinging the crop in his hands. "I'm going to make the punishment fit the crime. You want to fuck around with that cock we'll just have to teach you a lesson. You will not remove your hands or say anything other than what I tell you to." Randy struck Cena right on his limp cock with the crop and was impressed to hear a hiss intake of breath but Cena remembered his orders and stayed silent otherwise. Orton continued to tease and smack the recruit's chest, thighs, cock and balls paying special attention to the offending body part. "Beg me to hit your cock and balls harder, Soldier!" Randy reached down and squeezed the large member in his hand.

"Please Sergeant, will you bring more pain to my cock and balls, Sir?" John choked out feeling the blood rushing to his now throbbing cock and balls.

Orton swung and struck the panting man with a hard blow and he let a word slip unwanted. "F-Fuck!" "You disobeyed me, Boy. I was going to let you off the hook after that last hit but now you are getting more punishment. Come with me." Randy pulled the soldier's hands behind his back cuffing them together with handcuffs.

John followed obediently into the next room. There was an examination table set up. "On the table, Cena!" Randy ordered in a stern voice.

John climbed onto the table and laid on his back forced to put his weight on his bound arms. "W-what are you going to do?" He asked nervously.

Sergeant Orton pulled out a tens unit. It was a device used for sending electric currents of various strengths to chosen body parts by placing pads in the location of choice. A dial on the side of the box could be adjusted to either raise or lower the strength of the current. "Oh, we're just going to play a bit, Boy." He grinned evilly. "You are going to get a lesson you will never forget. Every time you are tempted to fuck another twink recruit like Bourne you are going to remember what it felt like when Sergeant Orton fried your balls."

John's eyes grew large and he started to get up off the table. "Get the fuck back on that table, Soldier! Or I will make sure that you are sent home a disgrace and ashamed to face your family." John laid back down slowly blinking back his tears. He had waited his entire life to join the service and no matter what he was going to stick this shit out. "That's more like it." Randy cooed placing a small white pad on each of John's balls and one on th center of his cock. "I'll start slow and see if we can't get that dick rock hard." He turned the dial one notch and John felt a small jolt run through his sensitive balls and dick. It was not too unpleasant only a strange sensation foreign to him. Randy turned the dial two more notches and John let out a low moan. The electricity flowing to his manhood was causing his once limp member to harden and grow hot. Randy was enjoying himself watching John's cock twitch and harden turning red and warm to the touch. But still he was not getting his desired reaction. He turned the dial almost to full strength and got the ear shattering scream he was looking for.

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT!" John breathed through his nose to try to deal with the painful feeling. His dick felt like it was literally on fire. But it was still erect and harder than ever if that were possible.

Randy removed the pads from Cena much to his great relief. It was to be a short-lived relief however as the next order filled him with dread. "Turn over on your stomach, Soldier. I want to see that big ass up close." Randy had to help the cuffed man turn over on the narrow table. Once he was eye level with the perfection that was Cena's ass he placed two electric pads on each ample cheek. "I want you to be able to feel them" He teased "But as huge as that ass of yours is Cena, I probably need four pads on each cheek for you to feel anything."

John huffed at that remark but knew better than to back talk the sergeant any further. Again, Orton turned on the tens unit and John felt his ass muscles contract and tighten. Randy leaned over and pushed his wet tongue inside of John's pucker rimming him as the electric ran through his cheeks. John was a moaning sweating mess. His cock was so damn hard from all the stimulation but with his hands cuffed and his hard dick trapped under him against the table the only hope of getting relief was for his sergeant to take pity on him. "Please Sergeant, I promise never to fuck a recruit again! Please just fuck me! I have to cum now or I'll explode.

Orton turned off the tens unit and pulled off his pants. He flipped John over again onto his back and pulled him to the edge of the table. He raised John's legs over his shoulders and plunged into his welcoming heat. "Oh shit, it feels so good, Sergeant! Fuck me harder!" John threw back his head as Randy drilled into him with all his might. John felt his sergeant filling him up so completely and he had never begged for a man's cock like he was Sergeant Orton's. The man had turned him into a cockslut in only a few minutes. The men were both so aroused from the erotic torture that they came hard together within a few minutes.

Randy unlocked John from the handcuffs. "Mine! You are all mine John!" Randy broke character for the first time in one of their role plays as he allowed two small tears to trickle down his face. It broke John's heart in two. He took Randy's bearded face into his hands and rubbed the tears from his eyes with his fingertips. "I'm so fucking sorry I hurt you, Baby. I am such a damn fool." Randy turned his head, ashamed of his weakness and tears. He hated it that John had kissed Evan at the club even if Evan had been the one to initiate the kiss. John had told him that he needed to be punished for his actions and doing it as another character in a fantasy setting was the only way Randy could bring himself to cause any pain to his baby. It had broke his heart when he had walked in on John sharing a kiss with the high flyer in the center of the club floor. John and Randy had only kissed one another for the past years that they had been a couple.

"Please, baby, punish me more!" John cried kneeling down to take Randy's trembling hands into his own, tears of regret streaming from his blue eyes. "You didn't hurt me enough! I still feel so dirty for what I did to you! I need to bleed." To look into those sad sorrowful eyes of his Viper made John want to crawl under a rock and die. He wished a thousand times over he would have pushed Evan away as soon as the innocent dance had turned into something more. The two men had kissed and rubbed their cloths cocks together until John had gasped and released into his constricting jeans. John had fallen prey to the passion of the moment but he had felt his world come crashing down at his feet the minute he saw Randy enter the club and showing none of his violent temper just walking out wiping away the tears. He had hurt the man that he would give his life for. "Please, Randy, tie me up! Spank me! Use me like the dirty slut I am!" John lowered his head into Randy's lap at his lover's mercy.

"No" For the moment there was no fantasy, no kinky play, just Randy and John two men completely in love. He pulled John up and pulled him close. "You are not a slut, John. You are my world."

If it were possible John felt even more guilty to hear his man's rare declaration of love. "Hurt me, Randy. I fucking deserve it." He cried broken.

"No" Randy repeated softly. "I'm going to love you."