Chapter 5: The Sergeant Major’s punishment
The Sergeant Major's office was a stark contrast to the steamy, intimate atmosphere of the showers. The room was bathed in the harsh, unforgiving light of fluorescent bulbs, the air thick with the scent of polish and the faint, lingering aroma of cigarettes. The walls were adorned with an array of medals and commendations, each one a testament to the Sergeant Major's illustrious career, while a large, utilitarian metal desk dominated the center of the room, its surface gleaming under the harsh light.
Finn, Jensen, and Lane stood in a rigid line, their backs straight, their eyes fixed on the wall ahead.
They were all still naked from the showers, with droplets of water glistening on their skin.
Finn's heart pounded in his chest, his cock still hard from the encounter in the showers. He could feel the sticky residue of Lane's cum on his skin, the taste still lingering in his mouth. He tried to stand at attention, but his body still betrayed him, his cock twitching at the memory of what had just happened.
Sergeant Major Matthews paced in front of them, his boots echoing on the hardwood floor. His eyes were like ice, his voice a low growl. "I should have you all on report for this. Disgraceful, unseemly behavior.”
He inspected the naked cadets, his mouth twitching slightly as his eyes ran over their bodies.
Finn felt his cheeks flush under the Sergeant Major's intense gaze, his cock twitching as the older man's eyes lingered on him. He tried to focus on the wall ahead, but he could feel the heat of the Sergeant Major's stare, the way it seemed to burn into him.
He felt a rush of relief when the Sergeant Major turned to Jensen.
“All right Cadet Jensen” the Sergeant Major barked. “You’re supposed to be the senior cadet. Explain what happened in there.”
His voice was low, measured, but the undercurrent of fury was unmistakable. His gaze flicked from Jensen to Lane, then back to Finn, lingering on the younger lad’s flushed face, the way his pale chest rose and fell too quickly, the faint smear of cum still glistening on his lower lip.
“Well it’s simple” Jensen explained, throwing Finn a disdainful glance. “As the junior cadet, Finn was supposed to help clean me up. But he got carried away, couldn’t help himself. Scrubbed me so hard till I came all over him. You can hardly blame me when a pretty thing like that is such a cock tease.” Jensen smirked, his eyes flicking to Finn, who blushed furiously at the accusation. “He was all over me, sir. Couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”
Sergeant Major Matthews’ gaze snapped back to Finn, his eyes narrowing as he took in the younger lad’s flushed cheeks, the way his chest heaved with every breath, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.
“Is this true, Cadet?” Matthews’ voice was low, dangerous. “Did you cause this... incident because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself?”
Finn swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Jensen and Matthews.
He could feel the heat of the Sergeant Major's gaze, the way it seemed to strip him bare, to see right through him. He knew he should deny it, should tell the truth—that it was Jensen and Lane who had initiated it, who had used him—but the words stuck in his throat.
Instead, he found himself saying, "Yes, sir. I... I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry."
Matthews' eyes narrowed further, his jaw clenching as he took in Finn's words. He paced back and forth, his boots echoing on the hardwood floor, the sound filling the tense silence of the room.
He turned to Lane abruptly. “And what’s your explanation?” he barked.
His voice was a low, controlled growl, but there was a dangerous edge to it, like a predator sensing weakness. His eyes flicked to Lane, who stood with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Cadet Lane,” Matthews said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “You’re supposed to be a role model. What happened in there?”
Lane’s smirk faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered. He stepped forward, his voice light and teasing. “Sir, it’s not what you think. Finn was just being a little too enthusiastic. He got carried away and couldn’t help himself gorging on my cock.” He gestured vaguely at Finn’s flushed face. “He’s young and inexperienced, and doesn’t know how to manage his appetites yet.” Lane’s smirk deepened as he glanced at Finn, who stood trembling, his cock still hard, the taste of Lane’s cum still thick in his mouth. “I tried to stop him, sir, but he was just so hungry” Lane’s voice dripped with false innocence, his fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to reach out and touch Finn again.
Sergeant Major Matthews’ jaw tightened, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and something darker—something that made Finn’s stomach twist with a shameful, unwanted thrill.
The older man’s gaze raked over Finn’s trembling body, lingering on the faint smears of cum still clinging to his chin, the way his cock twitched despite his humiliation.
“So,” Matthews said slowly, his voice a low growl, “you’re telling me this pretty little thing couldn’t control himself?” His fingers twitched at his sides, as if resisting the urge to reach out and grab Finn by the throat. “That he begged for it?”
Finn’s breath hitched. His cock pulsed, betraying him, as the Sergeant Major’s words sank in.
The older man’s gaze was like a brand, searing into Finn’s skin, and for a moment, he wondered if Matthews could see the way his heart hammered, the way his body still thrummed with the aftershocks of what had just happened in the showers.
Matthews’ lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. “Well, Cadet Jensen, Lane—you’ve both been very helpful.” His voice was a low, dangerous purr, the kind that made Finn’s stomach twist. “Cadet Finn - explain yourself. Do you deny what they’ve said? That you couldn’t stop yourself gorging on these young lads?”
Finn’s breath hitched. His head spun. It was so unfair what the others had said, as if he had driven and instigated it all, when that was the complete opposite of what had happened. But at the same time he knew there was a dark kernel of truth in their stories, that he had been irrepressibly drawn to touch, to feel, to work on Jensen’s cock, that he had wanted Lane to fill him up, to flood him with cum.
He had been so desperate for it, so hungry for the filth of it. He could still taste Lane’s cum in his mouth, still feel the weight of Jensen’s cock in his hands.
He had felt a deep thrill, a profound need being met, while still being deeply humiliated by it all.
“I’m … I’m sorry, Sir” Finn stammered. “I know I took it too far.”
Finn’s voice was barely a whisper, his cheeks burning with shame. His cock twitched against his thigh, betraying him even as he tried to stand at attention. The Sergeant Major’s gaze was like a physical touch, burning into him, and Finn couldn’t help but squirm under its intensity.
Matthews narrowed his eyes to inspect Finn slowly, fastidiously. He inspected Finn’s blond curls, still wet and matted against his temples. His blue eyes were limpid, almost damp, but evasive, avoiding his gaze. A flush of embarrassment or shame heightened the rose of his cheeks. His lips were full, pink and moist, a smear of cum on his chin.
Matthews’ eyes grazed lower, to the cool, creamy white expanse of Finn’s chest, lightly defined, unblemished but for two neat rosy aureoles for his nipples. A tidy punctuation mark of his belly button crowned a dusky trail of fine hairs across Finn’s abdomen, leading to a neat thatch of dark blond pubic hair.
His ball sac hung low, each orb well defined, pendulous, in its hairless, snooth pouch. And Finn’s legs were lean and limber, creamy pale, spread apart.
Matthews’ eyes reverted back to Finn’s groin - and what a contrast it was. For while the lad was shy, anxious, trembling, his cock was hard, proud, confidently jutting forward. While Finn was delicate and pale, his cock was flushed a deep red, angry and swollen.
Matthews arched an eyebrow as he studied Finn’s cock. “It’s got a mind of its own, doesn’t it” he murmured.
“A pretty little thing like you, all flushed and trembling, but your cock’s hard as a rock. You’re practically dripping with need.”
Finn’s breath hitched as the Sergeant Major’s gaze lingered on his throbbing cock. He could feel the heat of the older man’s stare, the way it seemed to sear into his skin. He tried to wish his cock behave, be unobtrusive and discreet, but it refused, following a logic and need of its own. His cock twitched, betraying him, and a fresh bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, sliding across the head. “You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you? Can’t even stand up straight with that cock of yours so hard. You’re practically begging for it, aren’t you?”
Finn’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His cock throbbed painfully, the head slick with pre-cum, his balls aching with the need for release. He could feel the Sergeant Major’s eyes on him, burning into him, and it made his skin tingle with a shameful, unwanted thrill.
“Look at you,” Matthews growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Standing there like a good little boy, but your cock is telling a different story. What do we think we should do about this, and about the disgrace it’s caused you?”
Lane interjected brightly. “Sir, I think I know what the problem is” he said. “His cock really needs some relief. Finn’s taken all this cum, but he hasn’t had any release of his own. So of course he’s going crazy, and his cock is going to explode. I think he needs to be milked, sir, if he is to become properly behaved again. Otherwise his cock will continue to drive him out of control.” Lane’s voice was bright and cheerful, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he glanced at Finn’s throbbing erection. “He needs to be milked, sir. It’s the only way to get him back under control.”
Sergeant Major Matthews’ eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on Finn’s flushed face, the way his chest heaved, the desperate way his cock twitched. He could see the need written all over the young cadet, the way his body betrayed him, the way his cock begged for release.
“Is that so?” Matthews murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Yes I see the argument. He needs to be fully drained if he is to have any chance of being disciplined.”
Matthews turned to his desk, and opened a drawer. He rummaged around and pulled out a contraption, which he held up for all to see.
It was a transparent tube, about a foot long. At one end it had a slick rubber mouth, which then led to a series of ridged rings within its length. At the other end was a clear receptacle, designed to catch and measure liquids.
“This is just the thing,” Matthews murmured “to milk our young cadet and teach him discipline.”
He held up the clear plastic tube, which glistened under the harsh fluorescent lights of his office. The rubber mouth at one end was firm yet flexible, designed to seal tightly around Finn’s cock like a second skin. The ridged rings inside the tube were meant to massage and stimulate as the cum was drawn out, drop by agonizing drop. The other end flared into a wide receptacle, where Finn’s release would pool, collected and visible to all.
Finn’s breath hitched, his cock twitching violently at the sight of it. The idea of being milked like an animal, his cum drained from him in front of everyone, made his stomach clench with shame—and something darker, something that made his balls ache with need.
The sight of the clear tube, the way it glistened under the harsh lights, the way it seemed to promise both pleasure and humiliation, made his cock throb painfully.
"Position yourself against the desk, Cadet," Matthews growled, his voice rough with authority.
Finn hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. Reluctantly he moved toward the desk and perched against it, the cold of the metal surface a sudden flash through his buttocks.
His cock was so hard it ached, the head swollen and angry red, the veins throbbing along its length. He could feel the pre-cum dripping from the slit, sliding down the shaft and giving it a slick, wet sheen.
Sergeant Major Matthews stepped closer, his boots thudding against the floor. "Spread your legs wider, Cadet," he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous purr. Finn obeyed, his thighs trembling as he opened himself up, his balls hanging heavy between his legs, his cock jutting out obscenely.
Matthews held up the milking tube, his fingers tracing the ridges inside.
"This is going to teach you discipline, Cadet. You're going to learn what happens when you can't control yourself."
Finn's breath hitched as Matthews stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against Finn's trembling skin. The Sergeant Major's fingers brushed against Finn's cock, making him gasp. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Finn's balls.
"Look at you," Matthews murmured, his voice rough with something that sounded like desire. "So pretty and needy. You're going to take this like a good little cadet, aren't you?"
Finn couldn't speak. His throat was tight, his lips parted as he panted.
His cock throbbed painfully, the head swollen and slick with pre-cum, the veins bulging along the shaft. He could feel the Sergeant Major’s eyes on him, the burn of his gaze like an iron brand, and it made his balls ache with need.
Matthews didn’t waste time. He gripped Finn’s cock firmly, his fingers rough and calloused, and Finn gasped as the Sergeant Major’s touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him. The older man’s thumb swiped over the slick head, smearing the pre-cum around, and Finn moaned softly, his hips twitching involuntarily.
“Such a pretty little cock,” Matthews murmured, his voice low and rough.
His fingers tightened around Finn’s shaft, stroking slowly, deliberately, as if testing the weight of it. “So hard for me already.” His thumb pressed into the slit, forcing a thick bead of pre-cum to well up and drip down the shaft. “Look at that. You’re leaking like a fucking tap.”
Finn whimpered, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. His cock throbbed in Matthews’ grip, the ridges of the older man’s fingers pressing into the sensitive flesh.
Matthews used his calloused thumb to smear Finn’s leaking pre-cum around then head of his cock and along the shaft, making it slick and shiny.
Watching from the side, Jensen commented archly “Looks like this one is self lubricating.” He gave Finn a disdainful, withering look. “I bet we can milk more out of where that came from” he said with a drawl.
Matthews pressed the mouth of the milking tube against the head of Finn’s cock, causing Finn to flinch, for it was cold and firm against his delicate skin.
“Right” growled Matthews. “Insert that juicy cock of yours into this” he said, as he pushed the rubber mouth against Finn’s cockhead.
Finn gasped, as he felt his cock breach through the tight mouth of the milking tube, lubricated by his own pre-cum. Matthews pushed the milking tube further down Finn’s cock, and his cock penetrated first one, then two, then three of the ridged rings inside the tube.
Finn was fully loaded into the milking tube now. The mouth of the tube was snug around the base of his cock, pressing against his pubic hair and balls. Three ridged rings tightly held the shaft of his cock, and beyond them Finn’s cockhead flared, red and angry, positioned to spill his load into the clear receptacle at the end of the tube.
Finn’s head spun. It was degrading, humiliating to have this contraption attached to him, as if his cock and balls were a resource to be plundered and exploited by a machine. But the mouth and ridges of the milking tube stimulated his cock in ways he’d never felt before, causing spasms of sensation that made him dizzy.
Finn stared down, dumbfounded, at the milking tube that now encased his cock. Finn could see through the transparent tube his cock was harder than it had ever been before, swollen and ready to burst. And strangely, it no longer seemed like his own cock, but had turned into a caged animal, held and possessed by this contraption, and controlled and owned by the Sergeant Major.
“An excellent fit” declared the Sergeant Major. “Let’s make it work to extract the juices.” Matthews said, his voice a low growl.
He stood intimidatingly close to Finn, who was suddenly aware how strong and formidable the Sergeant Major was. With one hand, Matthews grasped the milking tube, and with the other he held Finn’s hip tight so he couldn’t move. Matthews began to pump the milking tube up and down Finn’s cock. As he did so, the ridged rings inside it moved along Finn’s cock in a slow, rhythmic motion, squeezing and releasing Finn’s cock in a steady, unrelenting pace.
Finn gasped, his hips jerking forward as the milking tube began to work its magic. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The ridged rings massaged his cock, squeezing and releasing in a steady rhythm, drawing the cum up from his balls, making him groan with pleasure and discomfort.
“Fuck,” Finn moaned, his fingers digging into the edge of the desk as he tried to hold himself up.
The milking tube worked at Finn’s cock, the ridged rings inside it squeezing his shaft in a way that made his balls ache and his cockhead throb with pleasure. His cock was fully encased, the ridged rings moving up and down his shaft, building the tension in his balls. The sensation was both agonizing and exhilarating, and Finn could feel his cock swelling even more, the veins bulging along its length, the load of cum building up inside him.
“That’s it,” Matthews growled, his voice rough with pleasure. “Take it. Take all of it.”
Finn’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
Matthews pumped the milking tube up and down Finn’s cock like a relentless machine, its ridged rings squeezing and releasing his cock in a steady, unyielding rhythm. Finn could feel the cum building up inside him, his balls aching with the need to release, but the tube was milking him too slowly, too agonizingly, drawing out his pleasure and frustration in equal measure.
“Fuck, please,” Finn begged, his voice ragged. “Please, I can’t... I can’t take it anymore.”
Sergeant Major Matthews’ grip on Finn’s hip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “You can take it, Cadet,” he growled. “You’re going to take it all. I’m milking you slowly so that when you cum, every last drop is squeezed out of you. I’m building the pressure, so your explosion leaves you completely dry.” Matthews’ voice was a low, dangerous growl, his eyes burning into Finn’s as he continued to pump the milking tube up and down his cock.
Finn’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His cock throbbed painfully, the head swollen and slick with pre-cum, the veins bulging along its length. The ridged rings of the milking tube squeezed and released his cock relentlessly, sending spasms of sensation through Finn’s slender body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Finn gasped, his hips jerking forward as the intensity became too much to bear. His vision clouded, and dizzying stars appeared his eyes each time his cock was stimulated.
His cock throbbed inside the milking tube, the ridged rings squeezing and releasing him with a relentless, almost cruel precision. He could feel the cum building up inside him, his balls aching and tightening, his cockhead throbbing with the need to release. The sensation was both agonizing and exhilarating, and Finn could feel himself losing control.
“You’re doing so well, Cadet,” Matthews murmured, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against Finn’s ear. “Look at you. You’re so close. I can see it in your eyes. You are nothing but your cock now, and your cock is completely mine, completely under my control.”
Matthews paused the milking tube, so it held Finn’s cock right at the edge, agonisingly close to release.
Finn whimpered, his hips bucking, trying to fuck the tube for more friction. Matthews chuckled, a low, dark sound. “Not so fast, Cadet. You’re not in charge here. I am.”
He continued to hold Finn’s hip tight with one massive hand, and the milking tube with the other.
“Tell me what you are” Matthews growled in Finn’s ear, “tell me who owns you.” He pumped the milking tube again with a sharp tug, making Finn gasp, keeping him agonisingly on the brink.
“I-I’m yours, Sir” Finn stammered, his voice ragged with need. “You own me. My cock is yours to milk, to use, to do whatever you want with.”
Matthews’ grip on Finn’s hip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re learning. Now, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”
“I-I need to cum, Sir” Finn moaned, his hips jerking forward as the milking tube worked his cock. “Please, I need to cum so bad. Please, Sir, let me cum,” Finn begged, his voice ragged and desperate. His cock throbbed painfully inside the milking tube, the ridged rings squeezing and releasing him in a steady, unyielding rhythm. His balls were tight and aching, his cockhead swollen and ready to burst.
Sergeant Major Matthews chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Finn’s spine. “That’s good, cadet. And before I release you, tell me what I can do to you, now that I own you.” Matthews’ voice was a low, dangerous growl, his breath hot against Finn’s ear. “What do you want me to do to you, Cadet?”
Finn’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. The Sergeant Major’s words sent a thrill of excitement and shame through him. He knew he shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want to be used and humiliated like this, but his body betrayed him, his cock throbbing painfully inside the milking tube.
“You can use me Sir,” Finn stammered, his voice barely a whisper. “Anything you want, Sir. Fill me with your cum. I’m yours to use,” Finn whispered, his voice barely audible. His balls were tight and aching, his cockhead swollen and ready to burst. He could feel the cum building up inside him, the pressure unbearable.
Sergeant Major Matthews chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Finn’s spine. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I like that. I like that you’ll be mine to use,” Matthews growled, his voice sending a shiver down Finn’s spine.
Matthews clicked his tongue. “Now you’ve made your promise, I’ll set you free.”
Matthews resumed pumping Finn’s cock with the milking tube, but now ferociously, unrestrained, with the intent of not holding Finn at the edge but completely pumping him dry.
The ridged rings inside the tube worked Finn’s cock like a relentless machine, squeezing and releasing, building the final pressure in his balls, making him gasp and moan with pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Finn cried out, his hips bucking, his fingers digging into the desk as he tried to hold himself up. His cock throbbed inside the milking tube, the sensation overwhelming, the pressure building up inside him unbearable.
“That’s it, Cadet,” Matthews growled, his voice rough with pleasure. “Cum for me. Cum hard. Cum till you are completely emptied out. Show me what a good little milk machine you are."
Finn cried out, his vision filled with exploding stars, as he reached his climax, his cock bursting in the machine.
A thick rope of cum erupted out of his cock head, splattering across the end of the milking tube.
Another followed, and another, each one thicker and more forceful than the last, filling the clear receptacle with his milky seed. Finn’s body convulsed with each spurt, his hips bucking, his fingers digging into the desk as he rode out his orgasm. He cried out in pain, for he had never cum so hard before, so violently.
Sergeant Major Matthews watched, his eyes dark with satisfaction, as Finn’s cock pumped out its load. “That’s it, Cadet,” he growled. “Give it all to me. Every last drop.”
Finn’s cock continued to spurt, his balls emptying themselves into the milking tube. He could feel the cum being drawn out of him, the ridged rings inside the tube squeezing and releasing his cock, milking him dry.
His balls ached, emptying themselves into the clear receptacle, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He could see the cum filling the tube, the milky liquid swirling around as it was forced out of him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Finn gasped, his hips jerking forward as the last of his cum was milked out of him. His cock continued to pulse, the last orgasms painful and dry, as his balls had been completely emptied.
His cock was sensitive and raw, the ridged rings of the tube rubbing against it, making him wince. He could feel his cock and balls were now hollow and empty, while the tube was filled to the brim with his creamy juices.
Finn collapsed back on the desk, completely spent and used. Sergeant Major Matthews watched, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. He released Finn’s cock from the milking tube, and held up the clear receptacle, now full to the brim with Finn’s load.
The cum inside was thick and creamy, the milky liquid swirling around as it had been forced out of him.
“Look at that,” Matthews murmured, his voice low and rough. “You’ve been drained completely, Cadet. Not a single drop left inside you.” He turned to Jensen and Lane, who had been watching the entire scene with rapt attention. “Cadets, this is what happens when you can’t control yourselves. This is what happens when you act without discipline. You see how he’s been reduced to nothing, with all the boy juices squeezed out of him.” Matthews’ voice was a low, dark purr as he turned to Jensen and Lane, holding up the receptacle filled with Finn’s cum. The thick, creamy fluid oozed inside, glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights.
“An excellent load” Matthews assessed with a keen eye. “The purest essence of boy juices.” He gestured to Jensen to approach, and held out the receptacle of Finn’s cum.
“You should fortify yourself with a sample” the Sergeant Major said.
Jensen approached, his eyes glued to the receptacle filled with Finn's cum. He took it from Matthews and looked at the thick, creamy liquid inside, the way it glistened under the harsh lights.
“Thank you sir” Jensen said, and tilted the receptacle to his lips. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving Finn's, and swallowed. “Your essence is mine now” Jensen said to Finn, asserting his ownership.
Jensen passed the receptacle to Lane, whose eyes shone bright with enthusiasm.
Lane took it, his lips parting slightly as he looked at the thick, milky liquid inside. He tilted the tube to his mouth and took a long, slow sip, savoring the taste of Finn’s cum. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and when he opened them again, they were filled with a new intensity.
“Mmm…” Lane moaned softly, his voice thick with pleasure. “That’s good, Finn. You taste even better than I thought you would.” He licked his lips, and a small bead of cum dripped from the corner of his mouth, glistening in the light.
He passed the receptacle back to the Sergeant Major, who inspected the remaining liquid before raising it to his lips.
Matthews took a long, slow drink, his eyes locked onto Finn's. "You taste like heaven, Cadet," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He licked his lips, savoring the last of Finn's cum. “Your cock, your body, your seed are all mine now, to use as I wish.”
Finn was still prone, collapsed on the table. He looked up at Jensen, Finn and the Sergeant Major. He felt emptied out, hollow, as if he had been consumed by them. He had given them his essence, and he now belonged to them.
“All right men” the Sergeant Major snapped. “The session’s over. Discipline has been restored. I want you back in the barracks, cleaned up and orderly. Quick smart” he barked.
“Get your asses out of here. Dismissed” he said. With a wave of his hand he ordered the three cadets to leave.
They scurried out, Finn the last to leave. As they exited, the Sergeant Major rested his eyes on Finn’s bare buttocks as he walked out, two neat pale globes, smooth and pert, untouched and unblemished. A wisp of a smile haunted the Sergeant Major’s lips, as he pondered what he might do with this cadet he now owned.