Chapter 4

“Well, two of the guys in my patrol were just whaling on each other with uhm…. I guess they were paddles, and what’s those things with lotsa strands?” Ellis wiggled his fingers.

“Leather strands? Handle?”

“Yeah.”

“Flogger,” Clark declared.

“That’s it! But they were takin’ turns, seein’ how much they could take, and it seemed to pack a wallop. It was kinda hot watchin’ ‘em, so I wanna try a flogger.”

“Mmm…” Clark shut his eyes for a second as though savoring fine wine. “I hear tell they feel pretty good. Rope, and what you’re talking about’s called ‘impact play.’ Definitely down for that. Anything else?”

“Uhm. Well…” Ellis bit his lower lip, and longing rose in him.

“C’mon, soldier,” Clark said quietly, close again and smiling.

Ellis met Clark’s eyes and found his courage. “Yes, Sarge. You…will you fuck me while you’re at it? I want that, sir.”