Chapter 4: At the barracks
The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon as Sebastian made his way down the winding path towards the barracks. The air was cool and crisp, the dew still clinging to the grass, as he walked, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, that he was going to report for duty at the barracks. But the thought of Commander Walker, of the way he'd spoken to him, the way he'd touched him, made his body ache with a need he couldn't ignore.
As he approached the ancient stone building, he heard the sound of water running, the steam billowing from high-mounted windows.
Sebastian hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He guessed that he must be passing the barracks bathrooms, that on the other side of the high wall, invisible to him, the troops must be showering.
He could hear them talking, the echo of manly voices bouncing off the tiled walls inside.
Sebastian felt a strange, prickling curiosity. He wanted to see. He wanted to catch a glimpse of those muscular bodies, slick with water, the way they looked when they were together. His breath hitched at the thought, his cock twitching under his shorts.
He looked around, scanning the area. The barracks were set in a shallow valley, surrounded by gnarled olive trees and terraced vineyards. There was no one around, no one to see him.
He spotted a tall, gnarled cypress tree growing close to the barracks wall.
Its branches stretched out like skeletal fingers, offering the perfect perch from which to peer over the high sill of the windows.
He knew he shouldn’t, but Sebastian hesitated for only a second before rushing forward, his sneakers crunching on the gravel path. He grabbed the lowest branch and hauled himself up, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach. The tree was slender but sturdy enough to hold his weight; he climbed quickly, his pulse hammering in his throat. Most of the way up, he paused. He could observe through the high bathroom windows now, high enough not to be readily seen.
His heartbeat throbbing in his ears, he peered through the steam. The first figure he could make out was a red headed man.
Private Gavin Weiss, the aide de camp to Commander Walker. He was muscular and solidly built, his creamy white chest and back gleaming with droplets of water the steam from the hot showers keeping it suspended around him like a cloud. His skin was pale, freckled with light dots across his shoulders. His red hair was slicked back off his forehead, neatly trimmed to the nape of his neck.
Sebastian’ watched as Weiss moved in closer to the glass, his hands running through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed with each movement, the water running in rivulets down his chest and torso, carved like ivory.
Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat as Weiss turned slightly, revealing the outline of his cock hanging heavy between his thighs. It was thick, the head glistening, and Sebastian could see the way it twitched slightly, as though the man’s body was already sensing something, even from a distance.
Sebastian’s fingers tightened around the branch, his pulse beating in his ears. He should look away—this was wrong, so wrong—but he couldn’t bring himself to move. His cock swelled against his loose summer shorts, the cotton clinging to his skin as it thickened in arousal. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his body betraying him in the worst way possible.
Sebastian watched, mesmerised, as another man wandered into the shower room, this one tall, dark haired, built like a god.
Corporal James Ogilvy exuded raw masculine power, his body a flawless sculpture of golden muscle. His dark hair was slicked back, water dripping down his angular face, his full lips parted as he panted slightly from the heat. His chest was broad and deeply defined, his abdomen sculpted into a perfect six pack. A dark treasure trail led down his body, disappearing beneath the low-hanging towel he gripped in one hand. His arms were corded and powerful, his biceps flexing as he adjusted the towel.
Sebastian’ nearly gasped as Ogilvy dropped the towel entirely, revealing his long, thick cock hanging heavy between his thighs. The sight made Sebastian’s mouth water. He felt the heat build further in his groin, insistent, compelling.
His cock, already half-hard from the sight of Weiss, now ached, throbbed, the head pushing up, tenting the thin fabric of his shorts. He shifted, his thighs pressing together in a vain attempt to quell the sensation, but the pressure only made it worse. His breath came in shallow pants, his free hand clutching at the rough bark of the cypress to steady himself.
Ogilvy turned, and Sebastian thought he caught his full, dark-eyed gaze through the window.
For a heartbeat, Sebastian froze, certain he’d been seen. But Ogilvy’s expression was distant, distracted—focused internally, on his morning routine.
Then a further two figures, entered the shower room, blond and handsome. Sebastian was struck, stunned as he realised they were identical.
Both of them were Nordic blond, stunningly handsome, with lean athletic bodies. They were Keith Brewer and Derek Brewer the identical twin brothers. Both of them were perfect golden gods, their bodies gleaming under the hot water.
The twin brothers moved with effortless grace, their powerful bodies rippling with each motion. They were lean and muscular, their skin smooth and golden. Their blond hair, slicked back with water, glistened like spun gold, and their bright blue eyes sparkled as they scanned the room.
Sebastian’s throat tightened, his breath hitching audibly as he took in the sight—four naked gods, all glistening, all powerful, one red head, one dark haired, and two identically blond, all utterly unaware of the boy perched in the cypress tree watching above them.
Sebastian watched, stunned, as the twins entered the showers, and began soaping and cleaning each other.
One of the boys, tall, blond and with a confident swagger, ran his hands over his brother’s back as he rubbed a bar of soap over his slick skin. He moved with ease and easy intimacy as he helped his brother with his morning wash.
His hands kneaded the tense muscles of the other’s shoulders, the soap slippery, the friction perfect. The twins were built the same, but where one moved with a quiet confidence the other was more dominant, more forceful in his touch.
Sebastian’s gaze was locked onto the scene below, his breath shallow and quick, as he watched the naked showering men. His cock was swollen fully hard in his shorts now, pressing insistently against the thin fabric of his shorts, feeding an incriminating moist patch, as his pre-cum began to leak.
The sight below him—four powerful, naked men moving with effortless grace, their muscular bodies glistening under the hot spray—was intoxicating. He couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.
He knew he shouldn’t, that the risk was incredible, but Sebastian couldn’t help loosening one hand, to touch the insistent erection in his shorts. It was begging to be relieved.
He could see Ogilvy bending over to scrub his legs, the globes of his ass flexing enticingly with each movement, and his eyes flicking between that tight ass and the thick cock jutting between Ogilvy’s thighs. His breath came out in ragged little puffs against the bark of the cypress, his fingers trembling as he stretched the elastic of his shorts down, working his shaft free from the confining fabric.
Sebastian’s cock snapped upright, hard and flushed and leaking, the head already glistening where his foreskin had rolled back under the pressure. Sebastian bit his lip, his eyes still locked on the showering soldiers below.
He could feel his own cock throbbing in his hand, the heat of it scorching against his palm. He gave it a few slow, deliberate strokes, his breath hitching as he watched Ogilvy bend over farther, his muscular ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as he scrubbed his legs. The sight was maddening, the way the muscles in his thighs flexed, the way his cock hung heavy between them.
Sebastian let out a shaky breath, his fingers tightening around his shaft. He could feel the slickness of pre-cum beading at the tip, the head of his cock sensitive to the slightest touch.
Sebastian's breath came in short, sharp gasps as he began to stroke himself more vigorously, his eyes never leaving the scene below.
Sebastian's cock throbbed in his hand, the veins bulging as he pumped it slowly, his thumb smearing the pre-cum over the sensitive head. His breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. He couldn't look away, couldn't stop watching as the four men moved around in the shower, their bodies glistening, their muscles flexing.
Sebastian flicked his gaze across the four naked, wet bodies, as he tugged urgently at his cock. Faster and faster he pumped, feeling the surge of heat building in his groin.
His cock felt swollen to the point of pain, his balls drawn up tight, aching with the need to release. Below him, the four men continued to wash themselves, unconscious that they were being watched, the soap suds and water continuing to cascade across their bodies.
Sebastian’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips jerking involuntarily against the branch. He could feel it—the pressure, the heat, the building pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. With one hand clutched the branch tighter, his knuckles white against the rough bark. With the other he tugged, faster and faster at his cock.
He was so fucking close now, his balls heavy and tight, his whole body tensed up like a drawn bow. He could hear the guys below him laughing and talking, the sound of their voices muffled by the steam, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to cum.
Sebastian’s breath came in sharp, desperate gasps as he pumped his cock harder, his strokes growing erratic and needy. The friction was delicious, the head of his cock slick with pre-cum, his foreskin rolling back and forth with each drag of his hand. His free hand clutched the branch for dear life, his knuckles white, his entire body trembling with the effort to stay quiet.
Sebastian felt his climax approaching like a freight train, and he struggled to contain the waves of pleasure building inside him. As his climax approached, almost on cue, the four men in the showers turned around, unconsciously angling their bodies toward where Sebastian clung to the tree. Sebastian suppressed a gasp as he took in the sight of all four men’s cocks at once. Each cock hung heavy and low, water dripping off them, each with their own character and power.
Weiss’s was thick and pale, hanging from a bush of red pubic hair, the foreskin creamy pale.
Ogilvy’s was longer in repose, hanging pendulously, his golden foreskin containing a promise of latent force and masculinity.
In contrast, the twin’s cocks were cleanly cut, their exposed heads full and shapely and succulent.
The sight of the men’s cocks, dripping with soap and water, pushed Sebastian to the edge.
His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as he watched the twins’ hands glide over their own bodies, their fingers teasing and cleaning their cocks just enough to make them twitch. His own hand moved faster, his strokes becoming desperate, his grip tightening around his shaft. He could feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin flushed, his heart pounding so hard he was sure they could hear it from below.
Sebastian’s eyes widened as he saw Ogilvy’s hand wrap around his own cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately, pulling back his foreskin to clean his cockhead. The man’s movements were fluid, confident, and Sebastian felt a jolt of further arousal that shot straight to his groin.
And Weiss echoed the movement, pulling back his creamy foreskin to soap his rosy cockhead clean.
The sight of all four men’s hands on themselves—Ogilvy’s strong fingers wrapping around his own cock, the twins’ long fingers teasing and cleaning their shafts back, Weiss’s hand soaping up and down his foreskin—was too much for Sebastian.
His breath came in sharp, desperate gasps as he watched the men soaping themselves, and he bit his lip trying to repress any noise as he reached his climax.
But Sebastian couldn’t contain himself as he brought his cock to erupt in his hand. As he reached his orgasm, toppling over the edge, he was unable to suppress a cry of pain mixed with pleasure.
The noise surprised the men, and they all looked up, puzzled, through the high window, to see Sebastian in his tree, staring back down at them, his exploding cock in his hand.
His face was flushed, his eyes wide with shock and arousal, his mouth open in a silent scream as the first thick ropes of cum shot out of him, splattering against his own tshirt.
Sebastian wanted to stop, horrified, as he realised all the men were looking up at him, but it was too late, and his orgasm was unstoppable, his cock was out of his control. It throbbed violently in his hand, cum shooting out in thick, hot spurts onto his clothes, forcing his body to convulse with each spasm. His eyes were wide, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his fingers clenching around the branch as he tried to hold on, to stay quiet.
But the noise he made was too loud, too raw, and the four men below him froze, their bodies still, their eyes locked onto him through the steam.
Sebastian wanted it to stop, but his cock was still erupting in his hand, cum splattering against himself, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He could feel the cum dripping down his wrist, warm and sticky, his fingers slick with it. His body was still shuddering, his cock twitching, as if it wanted more.
The four men below him were staring up at him, their expressions a mix of shock, curiosity, and something else—something darker, turning to anger.
Sebastian’s breath came in sharp, panicked gasps as he realized he had been caught. His cock was still twitching, cum soaking his tshirt and dripping down his wrist, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the heat of their gazes burning into him, the intensity of their stares making his skin prickle.
Sebastian tried to scramble, to get away, but as he moved hurriedly, the branch he was clinging to made a loud crack, and suddenly he was falling, the branch snapping under his weight.
He barely had time to register that he was falling, that the ground was rapidly approaching, and then everything went black.
***
It might have been a second or an aeon later when Sebastian’s eyes blinked open.
At first, all he could feel was a sharp pain in his head, an ache in his back. But slowly the scene came into focus.
He realised he was lying on a bench somewhere, probably in the barracks he guessed. He was stretched out, his arms above his head. He realised his tshirt and shorts were moist and sticky against his skin, and then the shame and embarrassment grew when he remembered that this was the evidence of his own emission.
He tried to move his arms, but he discovered they were tied in place, stretching him out.
And then he realised there were four figures standing around him, four men watching him, all naked and damp but for the army towels wrapped around each of their waists.
A voice spoke. It was low, cool, measured - Private Weiss’s voice.
"Look what we have here," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "This is the one, I’ve been telling you all about. The peeping tom. The little pervert who can’t help himself.”
Sebastian’s vision swam into focus. He saw that Weiss was crouched close, his red hair slicked back, droplets of moisture on his creamy pale muscles.
Weiss gestured to the others, to Ogilvy and the Brewer twins.
“Look at him, he’s soaked himself with his own cum. He’s completely sodden.”
Weiss’s eyes flicked down to the soaked fabric clinging to the boy’s narrow hips. “And he’s still leaking. It’s like he can’t stop himself,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path across Sebastian’s tshirt following the trail of dried cum.
Sebastian shivered violently, his muscles clenching under Weiss’s scrutiny. He swallowed hard, his throat tight. He tried to speak, but his mouth was too dry, his voice too weak to form words.
His heart was hammering so hard it felt like it might burst free from his chest, his skin prickling with a mix of shame and something far more insidious—heat, desire, even though he knew he should be terrified. His gaze darted between them, and what he saw made his stomach clench with dread and something else entirely.
Weiss was still crouched beside him, his red hair slick with moisture, his naked chest gleaming as he leaned in closer. The towel wrapped around his hips did little to hide the thick outline of his cock, which twitched slightly as if responding to the heat of the moment.
“What do you think we should do with him?” Weiss cocked a glance at the others. “What should we do with a peeping Tom?”
Ogilvy stepped forward.
He was tall and imposing, his dark eyes gleaming with something menacing and dangerous. The man’s physique was carved from marble, every muscle defined, every movement deliberate.
“He needs to be taught a lesson” Ogilvy said. “Given a dose of his own medicine.” Ogilvy’s voice was low and dangerous, his dark eyes never leaving Sebastian’s face. He stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the wooden floor, the towel wrapped around his hips doing nothing to conceal the thick outline of his cock, which twitched as he moved.
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his pulse spiking at the sight of the man’s powerful body, the way his muscles flexed with each step. Ogilvy’s presence was overwhelming, the heat radiating off him like a furnace, his scent—musky, masculine, intoxicating—filling the air around him.
“We should get to inspect him, just as he was looking at us” Ogilvy continued. “Show him what it’s like to be exposed for consumption.” Ogilvy turned towards the Brewer twins.
The twins stepped closer, their identical blond heads tilting in unison, their bright blue eyes burning with intent. Derek, the more outgoing one, smirked, while Keith observed with a quiet intensity, his hands flexing at his sides. Derek stepped forward, his bare chest brushing against Ogilvy’s arm as he leaned over Sebastian.
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his body trembling as Derek’s shadow fell over him. “Let’s see what he’s made of.”
Derek reached down for the hem of Sebastian’s tshirt, and with one quick movement pulled it up and over Sebastian’s head, so that he was now stretched out, his bare torso exposed.
Derek’s eyes raked over the boy’s flushed skin, the trail of cum dried and sticky on his abdomen. Weiss’s hand traced lazy patterns over his chest, his fingers rough against the sensitive skin, trailing lower.
Sebastian’s breath came in sharp gasps, his body arched slightly against the ropes. The air was cool against his exposed skin, but the heat radiating from the four men around him was suffocating, driving him wild with mingled fear and arousal.
Ogilvy chuckled as he inspected Sebastian’s stretched out torso. “He’s a pretty, delicate one, isn’t he” he murmured.
“Keith, do you want a feel?” Derek asked, his long fingers tracing circles around Sebastian’s nipples—already hard and pink from arousal—but the boy flinched at the touch. Derek smirked down at him. His fingers left wet trails on Sebastian’s chest, the heat of his skin branding Sebastian through the haze of fear and lust.
Sebastian jerked against the ropes, his back arching off the bench, a whimper escaping his throat.
Weiss watched, amused, his fingers trailing down further, following the dried trails of cum on Sebastian’s stomach. He cupped the boy’s hip with one hand, squeezing possessively. “Look at this,” he murmured, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh where waist met hip. “He’s soaked clean through. Sticky little peeping Tom,” Weiss murmured as his thumb dragged across the dried semen on Sebastian’s hip bone, pressing deeper into the soft divot where leg met torso. “We’re gonna make sure you get nice and clean too.”
Weiss dipped lower, his breath hot against the damp fabric clinging between Sebastian’s thighs. He could smell the boy’s arousal—sweet and salty, thick in the air—mingling with the heady musk of four aroused soldiers.
Ogilvy stepped forward, his muscular thighs pressing against the edge of the bench, his cock heavy and low against the towel. “Let’s see his Crown Jewels” he said, his voice rough and deep.
“Keith, you can do the honours.” Derek grinned, his teeth flashing white in contrast to his golden skin, his eyes darkening with lust as he looked down at Sebastian’s trembling body.
Keith Brewer stepped forward, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the boy. His hands—strong, capable, with elegantly tapering fingers—traced a slow path down the length of Sebastian’s chest, his long fingers scraping lightly over hardened nipples before moving lower, down the trembling plane of his abdomen. His touch was possessive, dominant, and Sebastian arched involuntarily into the contact, a soft, needy sound escaping his lips.
“Look at that,” Keith murmured, his voice low and rough with arousal.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of Sebastian’s shorts, tugging them down with slow deliberation. The fabric peeled away from Sebastian’s body, revealing the flushed, still-dripping cock that lay against his taut stomach. Keith’s breath hitched at the sight—thick and flushed, leaking pre-cum in a slow, glistening bead.
Sebastian’s entire body trembled, his thighs quivering as Keith pulled the shorts all the way off, leaving him completely bare. His cock was soft yet full, twitching slightly under the scrutiny.
Keith gave a low whistle as he inspected Sebastian carefully.
“Fuck, he’s perfect,” he muttered, his voice thick with approval. His fingers traced lightly along Sebastian’s inner thigh, making the boy shudder violently.
As Keith’s fingers teased their way up Sebastian’s inner thigh, Sebastian tried to will his body not to respond. He wanted to remain in control of his cock, its master not its servant. But his cock wouldn’t obey.
It thickened under Keith’s touch, swelling to half-mast before Keith had even reached it. A thick vein pulsed visibly along its underside and Sebastian’s hips jerked in an involuntary thrust.
“Fuck,” Derek breathed from above him, his voice rough with amusement. “Look at him. He can’t even help himself.” Derek stepped closer, his own cock half-hard under his towel, swaying slightly against his thigh as he leaned in. His fingers joined Keith’s, tracing the same path up Sebastian’s leg, their lightly teasing touches sending sparks of heat through his skin.
Sebastian’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps. His wrists strained against the ropes, his body arched unconsciously toward their touch.
The Brewer twins' hands worked in tandem, mapping every inch of his trembling skin, long fingers teasing the soft flesh of his inner thighs before gliding upward.
Sebastian’s cock jerked violently now, fully hard, the head swollen and dark, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the slit. Keith let out a low growl, “Fuck—look at how much he’s leaking before we’ve even touched him properly.” Keith muttered.
The twins’ inquiring fingers reached Sebastian’s ball sac.
Keith’s hand cradled the heavy orbs, weighing them in his palm. Low, approving noises rumbled in his chest as he massaged them. “Feel these” he said to his brother, “they’re so full and heavy.”
Derek reached out and took Sebastian’s balls in his hand.
He squeezed gently, rolling them in his palm with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Sebastian gasped, his hips jerking at the touch. Keith mirrored his brother’s movements, his fingers joining Derek’s as they both cupped and massaged Sebastian’s heavy balls, their rough palms sending waves of pleasure through him.
“Fuck, he’s responsive,” Derek murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Look at him, he’s already leaking for us.”
Sebastian’s cock twitched violently at their touch, a thick bead of pre-cum welling at the slit. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling under their hands.
“What about his arse, what’s that like?” Ogilvy growled. He pushed Sebastian’s knees apart brusquely and gestured at the twins. “Give him a full inspection and report.” Ogilvy’s voice was low and gravelly, his cock swelling under his towel as he watched the Brewer twins' hands tease Sebastian’s trembling thighs.
Keith nodded, his eyes darkening with raw hunger as he reached down, pushing Sebastian’s legs further apart with a firm but careful grip. The boy’s thighs trembled under his touch, his skin flushed and slick with sweat and nervous tension.
The twins’ fingers reached between Sebastian’s thighs to tease apart his cheeks.
Derek’s breath hitched as he pressed two fingertips against the tightly puckered entrance there. The boy’s body jerked violently, a whimper tearing from his throat at the threat of intrusion.
“He’s really tight” Derek observed. voice was a low, gravelly growl of approval. “Like a rosebud, not yet ready to bloom.” Keith’s voice was husky as he traced a single thick fingertip over the clenched ring of muscle, applying just enough pressure to make Sebastian whimper. The boy’s body jerked against the ropes, his hips twisting in a futile attempt to escape the interrogation.
“And check his cock out” Weiss murmured “it’s ready to explode again.” The twins moved their attention back from Sebastian’s arse to his cock.
Keith let out a low whistle as he wrapped his hand around it. His grip was firm, rough, and possessive. He measured its girth and weight with his hand.
“Fuck, he’s thick,” Keith groaned. He gave the full length a slow pull, making Sebastian arch against the ropes with a broken, keening noise. Derek dropped to his knees at the end of the bench, his mouth hovering just above the glistening tip. He exhaled hot breath across the slit, watching the bead of pre-cum well thicker.
“Already dripping for us again,” Derek murmured before touching the slit with the tip of his finger.
He smeared Sebastian’s pre-cum up and down the underside of the cock, making the boy’s hips buck with a sharp, wordless cry. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured, “he’s exquisite.”
“Ok lads,” Weiss broke in, “we’ve done the inspection, and the boy is clearly gagging for it, bursting to cum again. But we shouldn’t allow him any relief until he’s been properly punished for being a pervert. We shouldn’t let him cum until we’ve finished with him.”
“Let’s use him for target practice,” Weiss continued. “Take turns to jerk off over him. 10 points for cumming on his torso. 20 points for his chest. 50 points for his face. But you get the bonus and 100 points if you hit him in the mouth.”
Weiss looked around at his fellow soldiers, who were grinning now, their cocks brushed up under the towels, clearly eager to get involved. Even the quiet ones, Ogilvy and Keith, had wide smiles on their faces.
Sebastian whimpered, his cock throbbing between his legs, his pulse hammering in his throat.
“Please, don’t—” His voice cracked, his throat tight with humiliation and something darker—something that curled in his stomach like a live thing.
The thought of being used as a target for the men’s cum was humiliating, made him feel nauseous. Yet what was even worse for Sebastian was that under the humiliation he could sense a dull hunger in his body for this to happen to him, to be marked and stained by the men’s discharges.
His cock was already leaking again, his balls heavy and tight, his body betraying him in the worst possible way.
Weiss grinned, his red hair slicked back, his pale, muscular body glistening with water. "Alright, let's make this a battle. I’ll go first.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his throat tight with fear and something else entirely. His eyes darted between the four men, his body trembling as he realized what was about to happen to him.