Chapter 3: Finn’s first punishment
The torchlight cast by Sergeant Major Matthews flickered across Finn's face, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. He could feel the heat of Matthews' gaze, the intensity of his scrutiny, as the Sergeant Major pondered what would be appropriate punishment.
“So” Sergeant Major Matthews said slowly, “Cadet Finn broke curfew and was playing some sort of strange game with Cadet Jensen’s briefs. What’s appropriate punishment for that?”
Matthews scrutinised Finn’s trembling form carefully, his pale, smooth torso, his tented boxers stained with pre-cum, his slender, clean legs.
“I have an idea” Jensen offered. “Finn’s obviously a bit too interested in other guys’ equipment. He should be made to find out what that feels like. He should show us his jewels and how they work.” Jensen smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice.
Matthews raised an eyebrow, considering Jensen's suggestion. “Not a bad idea, Cadet Jensen. A suitable punishment that matches the offence.” Matthews’s mouth twitched at the prospect of Finn being forced to strip and put on a display.
Finn felt the colour rising in his cheeks at the prospect of his punishment.
He had never been so embarrassed, so exposed, in front of other people. He could feel the heat of their gazes on him, the weight of their scrutiny. He was a mess, a fucking mess, and he knew it. And his cock continued to betray him, continued to behave with a mind of its own, staying rock hard and staining his shorts, no matter how hard he tried to distract it.
“Ok, Cadet Finn. No dawdling. Punishment’s started. Get on with it and lose your shorts” Matthews said with a crisp tone.
Finn hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had no choice but to comply. He pulled them down slowly, revealing his cock to the room. It was hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum, the shaft flushed and throbbing. He was completely exposed, completely vulnerable.
Lane broke into a broad grin and gave a low whistle on seeing Finn’s cock.
“Fuck me, Finn,” he said, his eyes wide with surprise and admiration. “You’re packing quite a bit of heat there.”
Finn's cheeks flushed redder still, the heat of embarrassment and arousal making his body burn. He stood there, his cock jutting out, hard and proud, glistening with pre-cum. He couldn’t believe he was standing here, fully naked, his cock on display for the Sergeant Major and the other cadets.
Jensen gave Finn a coolly objectifying appraisal.
"Well, well, look at that. A little virgin cock, all flushed and eager. Bet you’ve never shown anyone this before, have you, Finn?" Jensen smirked, his gaze lingering on the way Finn’s cock twitched under his scrutiny. "You’re fucking dripping, lad. You like being watched, don’t you?"
Finn’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing painfully in his hand. He could feel the heat of Jensen’s gaze, the way it burned into him, making his skin prickle with awareness. He was so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet the intense nature of it was intoxicating.
Matthews suppressed the ghost of a smile. The punishment was going well, very pleasingly.
“Right, Cadet Lane. Can you give Cadet Finn a more thorough inspection and tell us what you find” the Sergeant Major ordered.
Lane’s eyes lit up with the prospect, and he eagerly stepped forward. He grabbed Finn's cock, his fingers wrapping around the shaft, his thumb flicking over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was already seeping out.
“Fucking beautiful, Sir,” Lane announced, his eyes locked onto the cock in his hand. “Smooth skin, strong veins running along it. Flushed a nice red, which means it’s fucking hard.”
He looked up at Finn, a wicked grin on his face. “And check out the size, Sir. It’s fucking big. Thick, too. I bet it’s never been inside a man before.” Lane’s fingers tightened around Finn’s cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately, as if he were inspecting a rare artifact. “Look at the way it twitches when I touch it. Bet it’s never been touched like this before, has it, Finn?”
Finn’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling under Lane’s firm grip. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—all he could do was stand there, his cock throbbing in Lane’s hand, his body betraying him with every second that passed.
“Satisfactory appraisal” Matthews responded. “Now what about his balls?” Matthews asked, his voice low and commanding. “Cadet Lane, give us a proper assessment.”
Lane’s grin widened as he let go of Finn’s cock, his fingers trailing down to cup the lad’s heavy, full balls. He gave them a firm squeeze, rolling them in his palm, and Finn let out a choked gasp, his hips jerking forward.
“Fuck, Sir,” Lane said, his voice thick with approval. “They’re so fucking heavy. Full and tight, like they’re ready to burst. Bet they’ve never been played with before, have they, Finn?”
Finn’s breath came in ragged pants, his body trembling under Lane’s touch.
He could feel the heat of Lane’s hand on his balls, the way his fingers squeezed and rolled them, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
“Fuck, Finn,” Lane groaned, his voice low and hungry. “Your balls are so fucking full. I bet they’re just begging to release their load, aren’t they?”
Finn couldn’t speak, couldn’t think straight. He could only nod, his body aching with desire, his cock throbbing in Lane’s other hand.
Lane gave his balls another firm squeeze, making Finn gasp and jerk his hips forward.
“That’s a good assessment, cadet” Matthews responded. “Now what about his ass.” Matthews asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Cadet Lane, I want you to check that out. Make sure there’s nothing amiss there.”
Lane sparkled with enthusiasm, and he eagerly stepped forward. He ran his hands over Finn’s ass, cupping and squeezing the firm cheeks, spreading them apart to inspect the puckered hole between them.
“Fuck me, Sir,” Lane murmured, his voice thick with desire. “His ass is so fucking tight. I can feel it clenching so it won’t let me in. It’s a pretty pucker, but it’s so fucking tight, Sir, it’s gonna need a lot of work before anything fits inside it. It’s gonna take forever to loosen it up. Bet Finn’s never had anything in there before, have you, Finn? Bet you’re a fucking virgin back there, aren’t you?”
Finn’s cheeks burned bright red, his body tense and trembling. He couldn’t bear to look at any of them. He knew what they were doing, what they wanted to do to him. He could feel the heat of their gazes, the intensity of their scrutiny.
Jensen interjected, “I bet I could get that ass trained up.” He gave Finn a disdainful stare. “You’d like me to fuck you, wouldn’t you.”
Finn stammered, and tried to push back.
“I-I don’t think —”
“You don’t think what, Finn?” Jensen interrupted, stepping forward. He was nearly a full head taller than Finn, his lean muscles rippling under his tanned skin. He grabbed Finn’s chin, his grip firm. “Don’t think you can handle a real man’s cock in your ass?”
Finn’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel Jensen’s hand, long strong fingers against his skin. He tried to pull away, but Jensen’s grip was like iron.
The other cadet’s fingers dug into Finn’s jaw, forcing his head up, making him meet those cold, mocking eyes. Jensen’s breath was hot against his face, conveying his strength, his vitality.
“You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” Jensen sneered, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of Finn’s cheek. “Standing there with your cock out, dripping like a fucking faucet. You want it, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to have a real man inside you.”
Finn’s pulse hammered in his throat. he tried to speak but no words came.
But the Sergeant Major interrupted. “Ok, that’s enough Cadet Jensen. That’s more than what the punishment involves.”
Matthews' voice was stern, insistently commanding. Jensen dropped Finn’s chin from his hand, and stepped back.
Finn felt a rush of relief, then quickly dispelled as Matthews turned his attention back to him
“Cadet Finn, you’ve passed the first stage of your punishment, which was to show us your equipment for assessment. Now you need to show us how it works. Give us a show, and stroke yourself till you give us a healthy discharge.” The Sergeant Major’s tone was firm, authoritative.
Finn’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew what he had to do. He had to stroke himself, right there in front of everyone, until he came. He had to give them a show. But he had never done such a thing in front of others before, it had always been something furtive, hidden away that he’d finished as quickly as possible.
He reached down, his trembling fingers wrapping around his cock. It was hot and hard in his hand, the skin smooth and silky. He stroked it slowly, his thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was already beading there. He could feel the eyes of the others on him, their gazes like a physical touch, making his skin prickle with awareness.
But while his cock was eager, his nerves were getting the better of him, his hands shook, and he couldn’t get a firm grip.
He tried to steady himself, to focus on the task at hand, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, all of them centered around the fact that he was naked, that he was being watched, that he was about to perform for an audience.
“Come on, Finn,” Lane urged, his voice bright and encouraging. “You can do this. Show us what you’ve got.”
Finn took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.
“Oh for fuck’s sake” Matthews snapped. “What’s wrong with you, lad? Can’t you even handle your own cock? What sort of man are you?”
Jensen taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. “Can’t even stroke your own cock in front of a few people? Such a beautiful cock, and you can’t even use it properly, Finn.”
Finn felt a surge of anger at Jensen's words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the humiliation he felt at his own inability to perform. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
“Enough faffing” Matthews barked. “Cadet Lane. Give him a hand and show him how to do this properly.” Matthews ordered, his voice brooking no argument.
Lane grinned, stepping forward. He put his hand over Finn's, guiding it to wrap around Finn's cock. Finn could feel the heat of Lane's hand, the strength of his fingers as they wrapped around his own, showing him how to grip his cock properly.
"Like this, Finn," Lane murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "Firm, but not too tight. You don't want to hurt yourself."
Finn could feel Lane's hand moving his, stroking his cock slowly, deliberately. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat in his belly growing with each stroke.
Lane's hand was firm and steady, guiding his own, showing him the rhythm, the pressure, the pace. Finn's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing, his hips jerking forward as the pleasure became too intense to bear.
"Fuck, Finn," Lane groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking close, aren't you? You’ve got there really fast. I can feel it. Your cock is throbbing in my hand. You're gonna come so fucking hard, aren't you?"
Finn couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but feel. He was so close, the pleasure building to a peak, his body tensing, ready to explode.
But just as he was about to come, Lane stopped, his hand stilling on Finn's cock.
"Wait, Finn," Lane said, his voice ragged. "Not yet. Not like this."
Finn let out a frustrated groan, his hips jerking forward, seeking more friction. "What? Why?"
Lane gave him a wicked grin. "Because you need to learn to build up so you cum much harder. You need to savour using a beautiful weapon like this properly.”
Lane took Finn’s other hand, wrapped his hand around it, and guided it to cup his balls.
He rolled them in Finn’s palm, making Finn gasp at the sensation. “Feel these, Finn,” Lane murmured, his voice thick with desire. “They’re so fucking heavy, aren’t they? They’re full of cum, just waiting to be released. You want to feel them, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to have a man’s balls in your hand.”
Finn nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He could feel the heat of Lane's hand on his own, guiding his fingers to roll and squeeze his balls, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
Lane then returned his focus back onto Finn’s cock. He guided Finn to take his foreskin in his fingers, rolling the silky skin back and forth along his hard cock.
Finn gasped at the sensation, his hips jerking forward, seeking more friction.
He could feel the heat of Lane's hand on his own, guiding his fingers to stroke his cock, the silky skin of his foreskin sliding back and forth over the sensitive head. "You're so fucking hard, aren't you? You want to come so fucking bad, don't you?"
Finn could only nod, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He was so close, so fucking close, and he knew that Lane was keeping him at the edge as long as he could.
Lane guided Finn’s fingers to fully slide his foreskin back, so the head of his cock was fully exposed, hot and red and swollen.
“Such a beautiful cock” Lane murmured. He guided Finn’s fingers to circle gently round the slit. The circle gently widened, till Lane was guiding Finn’s fingers around the ridge of his cockhead.
Finn could feel the sensitive skin, the way it throbbed and pulsed under his touch. He could feel the heat of his own body, the way his skin was flushed and hot.
A bead of pre-cum appeared at the top of Finn’s cockhead, clear and shiny. Lane guided Finn’s index finger to take the pre-cum, smear it in a circle around the head of his cock.
Finn’s breath hitched, his body trembling at the sensation. He could feel how the moisture made his cockhead more sensitive, the ripples of sensation as his finger tips circled his cockslit. More pre-cum oozed out of the tip of his cock, and with each drop, Lane guided Finn to smear and moisten it around his cock, increasing its sensitivity.
Finn’s cock was fully slick with pre-cum now, and Lane guided Finn’s hand to fully grip the wet shaft. He held Finn’s hand tight around his cock and set a steadily increasing rhythm.
Finn’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as the pleasure built. He could feel the heat in his belly, the way his balls were tightening, ready to release.
“Fuck, Finn,” Lane groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you? Your cock is throbbing in your hand. You’re gonna come so fucking hard, aren’t you?”
Finn could only nod, his body tensing, ready to explode. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat in his belly growing, his balls tightening, ready to release.
“Do you need to cum, Finn” Lane asked, his voice ragged.
“You need to cum, don’t you? You need to feel that release, don’t you?” He guided Finn’s hand to stroke his cock faster, harder.
Finn’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling as the pleasure built. He was so close, so fucking close, and he knew that he was going to cum, right there in front of everyone.
The Sergeant Major interjected, “beg for it, Cadet Finn. Tell us how much you need it.” Matthews’ voice was stern, his eyes locked onto Finn’s trembling form. “Tell us how much you need to cum.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he tried to find the words. “I-I need to cum,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need to cum so bad.”
Matthews’ mouth twitched, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Louder, Cadet Finn. We need to hear you.”
Finn took a deep breath, trying to steady himself against the surging pressure in his body. “I need to cum,” he said, his voice louder this time. “Please, I need to cum.”
Matthews nodded, his eyes never leaving Finn’s face. He gestured to Lane to help finish Finn off.
Lane grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He firmed his grip around Finn’s hand, so it was tight around his cock, and increased the rhythm to a savage tempo. Finn gasped at the sudden change, his hips jerking forward, seeking more friction.
"Fuck, Finn," Lane growled, his voice low and hungry. You want to come all over yourself, don't you? You want to show us all what you've got."
Finn could only nod, his body trembling as Lane forced Finn’s hand to work his cock with savage force.
"Please," Finn gasped, his voice ragged. “It’s too much, it’s too hard.” Finn’s voice was a desperate whimper, his body trembling as his hand was made to pull his cock with brutal force. The pleasure was too intense, too much to bear, and Finn knew he was going to cum, right there in front of everyone.
“That’s the point, Finn,” Lane growled, his voice low and hungry. “You need to cum. You need to let go. Show us what you’ve got.”
Finn’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing as the pleasure built.
His cock was slick with pre-cum, the head swollen and red, the veins pulsing with blood. “You’re gonna come so fucking hard, aren’t you?”
Finn could only nod, his body trembling as Lane forced his hand to work his cock with savage force.
“That’s it, Finn,” Lane growled, his voice low and hungry. “You’re so fucking close. You’re gonna come so fucking hard, aren’t you?”
Finn’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body on fire.
He let out a cry as the full pressure hit, his cock exploding in his hand.
He could feel the hot, sticky cum shooting out, coating his hand, his stomach, his chest. Thick jet after thick creamy jet spurt out of him, again and again, splattering on his chest and stomach.
Finn’s body convulsed with each spurt, his cock throbbing in Lane’s hand, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He could feel the heat of his cum, the way it stuck to his skin, the way it dripped down his stomach, coating his fingers, his hand.
Lane let out a low groan, his eyes locked onto Finn’s cum-covered chest. He released Finn’s cock, his hand stilling, but Finn was too far gone to notice. He was lost in the pleasure, his body trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Finn's body was still trembling, his cock still throbbing in his hand, when he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his ass. He let out a yelp, his body jerking forward, and he realized that Jensen had slapped his ass, hard.
"Fuck, that stings!" Finn gasped, his hand still wrapped around his sensitive cock.
Jensen just smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "That's the point, pretty boy. You need to learn your place."
Before Finn could respond, Lane was there, his hands on Finn's hips, turning him around to face him. "Ignore him, Finn," he said, his voice low and soothing.
"He's just trying to get a rise out of you. You don't need to let him get to you." Lane's hands were gentle on Finn's hips, his thumbs tracing circles on his skin. "You did great, Finn. You showed us what you've got. You're a fucking natural."
Finn took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He could still feel the sting of Jensen's slap, but Lane's touch was soothing, his hands warm and firm on his hips. He looked up at Lane, his eyes meeting the other cadet's gaze.
"Thank you," Finn said, his voice soft.
“Good job,” the Sergeant Major said briskly. “A punishment well administered.”
“But Cadet Finn is now a bit of a mess isn’t he. Covered in his own discharge. You lads should help clean him up.”
Matthews lent forward and swiped with his forefinger at a splatter of cum on Finn’s chest. He held up his finger, inspected closely the dollop of pearly cream on it. He sniffed at his finger, and then put it in his mouth and sucked it off.
“There’s good nutrition in this,” he assessed. “It shouldn’t be wasted. Cadets Jensen and Lane, help clean the lad up,” he ordered.
Lane broke into a broad grin and Jensen smiled sardonically. They each brought a finger to Finn’s chest and wiped up a smear of his cum.
They both licked their fingers clean, their eyes locked onto Finn’s. Lane’s eyes were bright with excitement, Jensen’s with a cold, calculating hunger. “You taste so fucking good. I can’t wait to get my mouth on your cock,” Lane exclaimed.
Jensen just smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You taste like a fucking dream, pretty boy. I bet you taste even better when you’re filled with my cum.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his body tensing at Jensen’s words. He could feel the heat of their gazes, the way they were looking at him, like they wanted to devour him.
They continued to swipe his chest, his stomach, his torso with their fingers, collecting his cum.
Each time they'd lick their fingers clean, their eyes never leaving Finn's. Lane's gaze was hungry, eager, while Jensen's was cold, calculating. Finn could feel his cock stirring again, despite the sensitivity, at the raw, primal hunger in their eyes.
Within moments Finn was close to clean again, his cum wiped away and ingested by the other lads.
Lane swiped a final drop from Finn’s chin and held it close to Finn’s lips.
“Have you ever tasted yourself before?” he asked.
“Ever had your own cum in your mouth?”
Finn shook his head, his eyes locked onto Lane's finger, the glistening drop of cum balanced on the tip. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his cock stirring again, despite the sensitivity.
Lane's eyes gleamed with excitement. “You want to try it, don't you? You want to know what you taste like.”
Before Finn could respond, Lane brought his finger to Finn's lips, pressing the tip against them. Finn could feel the heat of Lane's finger, the way it pressed against his lips, demanding entry.
“Open up, Finn,” Lane murmured, his voice low and hungry.
“Let me show you how good you taste.”
Finn hesitated for a moment, his eyes locked onto Lane's finger. He could feel the heat of it, the way it pressed against his lips, demanding entry. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, and slowly parted his lips.
Lane slid his finger into Finn's mouth, the tip of it pressing against his tongue. Finn could taste himself, the salty sweetness of his cum coating Lane's finger. He could feel the heat of it, the way it slid against his tongue, the way it filled his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Lane groaned, his eyes locked onto Finn's face. “It’s so hot watching you eat yourself.” Lane’s voice was thick with desire, his eyes locked onto Finn’s mouth, watching as Finn’s tongue swirled around his finger, tasting his own cum.
“You’re so delicious” Lane continued. “Remember that flavour every time you jerk off, and never let it go to waste again. Ok?”
Finn nodded. His mind was all awhirl with experiences he had had, and the needs he had discovered in himself. He had never been interested in other guys’ cocks before, never even thought of their cum. Yet now something had triggered a deep need to see, to touch, to savour.
He was hungry, and he wanted to know what it felt like to have a man's cock in his mouth, to taste another man's cum, to feel it slide down his throat. He wanted to know what it felt like to be filled, to be stretched, to be used.
But Finn’s thoughts were broken by the Sergeant Major, who brought him back with a thud.
“Ok punishment’s over” Matthews barked. “Back to bed, and curfew doesn’t lift till 6am in the morning.” Matthews ordered, his voice stern. “You’re dismissed, Cadets.”
The lads returned to their beds, the lights went out, and soon the dorm was quiet again.