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To be a cadet in Governor Macanally's army was surely an honour, but we young boys were far too young to be a match to fight against the black rebels, and we were all well aware of the sexual addiction those big black bastards had with small white bums like ours - they wouldn't just shoot us, oh no: if they caught us they would strip us naked and then they would fuck us to hell and back! This fear never let me sleep at night and I was haunted nightly by sweaty dreams about being captured and raped: I was innocent and had an extremely vivid imagination . . .

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Hentai Jones

Bootcamp Twinks

Cadets have to play it tough but can't hide the softness within!

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Bootcamp Twinks

 

Bootcamp Twinks

by Hentai Jones

BookRix Edition 2017

Copyright by Amé

 

 

Hentai Jones:

BOOTCAMP TWINKS

 

Cadets have to play it tough but

can't hide the softness within!

 

 

Cover photo from Pinterest

without a copyright attached

 

 

 

 

1 - A born Warrior

 

A born Warrior

 

Paule was after me again with his wooden machine gun and was making serial fire noises with his mouth, he wanted to be a general in the army after having all grown up and until then he was taking as many prisoners as possible - and only because I was his best friend he usually took me! He wasn't a bad friend at all, but he had this brilliant military brain and was a hundred percent sure, that all the prisoners of war had to be stripped and bound - some kind of ritual of humiliation I was guessing, but Paule called it the reward of victory! »Got you, little Pete!«, he was yelling behind me, and at that command it was my job to tumble over into the ferns and to pretend to have been shot - not right in the bum to kill me of course, probably only in one leg to slow me down a bit. Paule was a perfect hunter and he got me all the times, and with that he got my shorts too as a trophy of his success - if that was the custom and who was I to change it?

 

Of course this was just a silly game between two juvenile boys, but there were not many white boys to play with in the tiny British Colony of Wasubi in the hot black heart of Africa and I was not too worried about Paule's rather gay attitude: if he wanted to see my bum naked and to pull my dick long I wasn't to scare him away with silly inhibitions, his clumsy manipulation always made me as horny as an alley dog and I would be a liar to deny the secret pleasure I was feeling when he was tickling my asshole! I had fallen in love with a couple of nice girls at the Sunday morning service in church, but because I was small they called me tadpole and because my hair was blond they called me goldfish - there was no doubt left in me, that all those well-dressed virgins in their stiff white petticoats and tight corsets were lusting for the black altar boys and their huge cocks! I didn't really blame them for that injustice: just the idea of marrying one of those spoiled brats and spending the rest of my life with her sent cold shivers up my spine!

 

Paule had caught up with me and was drilling the muzzle of his wooden machine gun into the back of my neck: »You're arrested, traitor, please get up slowly and take your uniform off: I have to search you for hidden weapons!« - there was an idiotic synchronicity in this usual order, which I didn't mind: I loved to be naked and I loved to be touched too! And to be completely honest: I was the perfect prisoner of war, extremely cute and absolutely submissive - I was not really a show-off but I was always getting so aroused by those games, that my little dickel was a prisoner in my shorts himself! As usual I took my kaki shirt off first and gave it to him to search the pockets for knives or bullets - then I had to unbuckle my belt and drop my shorts, and as usual I was quite embarrassed by the big bulge in my underpants! »Ahh!«, Paule said with the normal fake surprise, »there you're hiding your gun, traitor! Push your underwear down at once!« - Paule was absolutely sure, that the situation was calling for a thorough body search!

 

Sadly I had left high school with pretty miserable results and had missed out on any offers for a place at the university at Congoville, but my old uncle Albert wasn't all too worried about my degrees in math and science: he was a retired army general and put much more values into the physical exercises like self-defense and man-to-man combat: »Our nation needs more young men to protect it from the black infidels, little Pete!«, he used to say to me, »you don't have to be a scientist to do your duty, just stand up and grab a gun!« Governor Macanally was well known for his penchant for pale white bums and so were all the black savages in town too: it was probably good for me to learn some defending skills to save mine! I frequently had those bad dreams, in which I was running from bad black guys with the underpants around my knees, always much to slow and always in great danger of getting buggered up the backdoor - luckily I was awaking just in time to avoid the inevitable, drenched in sweat and with a big erection!

 

Sergeant Paule was an expert in guns of all shapes and sizes, but the one I was carrying wasn't just a Mauser or a Colt and was always awakening a special interest: how easy it were to shoot and how quickly to reload? He had tried it out many times before and his recent record was set by two shots in under five minutes - a pretty slow gun in my personal opinion, but Paule was determined to improve its performance today! With a harder squeeze of my ball bag and an additional spanking of my buttocks he was urging me on to better results - he was such a brutal captor and gave me so much pleasure without asking for something in return! He probably wouldn't like it, if I would strip him and pull his dick, but how was I to find out? Should I grab my plastic colt from the toy chest or make myself a cardboard Kalashnikov in my uncle's workroom to shoot back and apprehend the perverted Sergeant? All those weird thoughts were running through my mind whilst Paule was playing with my gun until the first shot rang out!

 

Despite the facts, that my father had been killed by the black rebel forces five years ago and my older brother had perished in the jungle without a trace a bit later Uncle Albert was still holding on to the vision to make a great soldier out of me! Governor Macanally was proud of his small white army corps and he was recruiting the young cadets by himself - probably more for a cute little bum than a huge fighting spirit! I would most possibly be the perfect type in his view with my blond hair and my pale white skin, he would surely love my blue eyes and the freckles on my nose: Macanally would have my bum for breakfast! I was not under any delusion, that one fine day sooner or later I would get fucked - even my sweaty dreams were pointing out the facts clearly: I didn't have the most clever head but I just had a very cute bum, and as sooner as I was accepting that truth I would be fine: gay people didn't fuck their lovers to give them pain - that was a ruse of the priests to scare the little boys to make them run into their own arms!

 

Paule was still going strong: after my second orgasm I grew a bit weak in my knees and needed another spanking - the seconds were ticking away and just at the seven minute mark I was firing my last shot with an ugly grunt! That was our game, simple and erotic enough to make it always a fresh experience, but there was also something missing in the end, which I wasn't willing to name: Paule had spanked my buttocks and touched my asshole with intent for the first time. He had made an unspoken statement: he wanted me to be his lover - as much as I wanted him to take me right there he just told me to dress and to follow him to the headquarters - a small interrogation and torture room in the basement of his father's house. On the way there he was confiding in me, that he had thought about fucking me today and he asked me with a very sheepish look, if that was very bad! »Very bad, Paule: very bad indeed!«, I was answering his stupid question and then we were both laughing about the silly joke all the way back to town!