Lt. Diego has already had to deal with the nonsense of his flat mates Antonio and Martin individually; now he has the misfortune (or pleasure, depending on one’s point of view) of having to discipline the wanker duo together.
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Despite due anger driving his dudes-debasing dacks-down derriere discipline doses dispensing there and then, doubt dawned at decent Diego to dutifully do this to these destitute, diploma-less dumbos, obviously signed-on as corps-clueless cadets for lack of better job opportunity, less lucky Latinos then him, who did get enough education to start officer training. Sensible Sir should spare himself the trouble: the duo count themselves lucky, expecting nothing better, rather utterly used to way worse.
Raised in filthy favellas, their dirt-poor fathers never even dreamed of owning any real-estate, humbly living in improvised tents or shacks, not worth investing in as the authorities frequently had them torn down or bulldozered for various projects, or just to ‘clean up the rabble’ for some event or tourist season. Each knave’s wardrobe consisted solely of a single pair of shorts, worn commando in public, hastily taken off at home to minimize wear and tear, and for every spanking, which was whenever a better (any elder male) saw fit, like the copiously-cones-crimson-caning Catholic catechumen in bible class (their only schooling, rather hopeless for illiterate ‘idiots’, hence tail-thrashed when ordered to read), or the switches they cut freshly and bring themselves to any odd job for boss or clients to soundly scarlet-stripe their suitable-sorry-sore-swatted submissively-stripped scoundrel-sterns as Sirs savoured.
Martin’s family counted themselves exceptionally lucky as his heavenly hottie-hinie was hornily heeded by hotel-manager Hernan, who hired him to shine guest – and staff shoes before breakfast, invariably finding fictitious ‘fault’ to flog his fine-featured fanny fast and ‘forever’ enjoy him sexily squirming and submissively sobbing starkers, spanks-showered to strict Sir’s sadistic satisfaction till some serious hotel-duty called him, paying the pitilessly-posterior-pain-purpled perky proletarian puppy with more scraps then his family could eat, so they traded third-hand leftover-surplus with less-lucky lowly louts-lots, like his buddy Antonio’s father, who often end up paying with their ‘tent’, used to treat Martin’s to the ‘rare luxury’ of a ‘boys room’ for both brothers-bunches of five, all sharing it to sleep starkers dog-piled and share everything, including phantasms (mostly about impossible luxury like fresh food or new cloths) and actual masturbation, alas also often lined-up penitentially-prostrated when an annoyed elder doesn’t bother which one(s) actually caused the latest nuisance like noise of farthing, flogging their frockless fannies firmly, putting the ten trembling thralls OTK in turn till it tired him and then enjoying the show as they took ten tearful turns hand-spanking age-counterparts and juniors of the other family, and fearing any father-figure’s frustration as fuck-up followed-up by ‘stress-relief’ by senselessly scolding, stripping and spanking the shivering squirts-squad frankly for flogger-fun, or even worse to bribe or treat some guest, like a debt-collector who returns for daily delay-dues doing to them nude nobody-bodies whatever the pervert fancies, being a bordello-born bastard himself …
So for them, even a y-front feels like a ludicrous luxury, sharing a room with only one puerile peer positively palatial, keeping underpants on indoors absolutely arrogant, they are eager to do their chores but(t) clueless about proper housing like furniture or appliances, feeling it’s only fair their foppish fannies are to be flailed frockless frequently for faults and flaws, priceless practical life-lessons they’re eager to learn by lots of lowly-louts-lower-limbs-lickings, greatly grateful that their duty-officer Diego, though definitely doing his disciplinarian duty -dooming their defrocked-dogsbody-derriere-dermis daily- yet seems to refrain from their fathers’ and further fricking favella fellows’ fucking-frequent frockless-filial-fannies-floggings for fun, for once they are not merely treated as trouserless-trembling teen-thralls to toy thoughtlessly with their two tails to tireless, towering tormentors’ terrifying taste.
While Antonio quickly starts to simply enjoy their luck, Martin actually sort of misses the daily ‘derriere-disciplinary’ absolutely-abject-attire-abandoned-adolescent-arse-abuse by Hernan (and others) on top of pitiless posterior-purple-paining-punishments, and especially -although ambivalently- the amazingly-amassed attention of adults avidly attending his abundant arse-agonies, periodically and paradoxically, perplexingly permutating his perilous puerile pup-position as menial meekly-mounds-mounted mutt meeting merciless martyry into marvellously-marked moments of many, mightier men meticulously minding mutt Martin’s (and manifold mates’) meekly-met martyr-mounds-misery. Martin may, nay must make this much more merciful master consider these crappy cadets’ continuous conditioning to complete compliance by customarily-crueller coverless-cur-cones-crimson-castigations, commending a compatible cure of conditioning them to cadet-condition by comparable corporally-cruel CP as kinky-kind continuity contributing to converting their contemptible country-cretin-conduct cadet-code-compatibly.
Though dreading thus doubled disciplinarian duties, decent Diego decides to do it dutifully, deeming the dejectedly dick-dangling dogsbody’s deference deserves his daily-doubled derriere-discipline to diminish debasing dysfunction decisively to develop into due dutifulness. Dispensing these double due deserts dutifully, it dawns day after day on Diego that this dummy’s doggishly-dejected devotion de-facto develops his dutiful dictates-decisions to devoutly dreaded divine-like despotism, which he thereafter dares to desire as-if deserved by his dutifulness.