Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
FOREWORD
Mike Johnson hadn’t expected the Army to be as easy as it turned out to be. Basic training wasn’t nearly the ordeal that it had been portrayed to be.
But that fact was irrelevant now as he and Danny Fulton leaned over Sergeant Andrews’s desk. Both of the youths were naked, and the sergeant was standing behind them with a thick leather whip clutched in one hand.
The sergeant’s other hand was grasped around his huge, throbbing cock.
Mike Johnson cursed the indiscretion that had placed himself in this position. But there was nothing that he could do about it now. He was at the sergeant’s mercy, and he knew it.
Then Mike Johnson heard the whip whistle through the air.
As it came into contact with his buttocks, Mike realized that the sergeant wasn’t going to show them any mercy. It was a word and a concept that was utterly foreign to the man who now controlled Mike’s destiny.
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