The barrack was cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the line of young, naked, and shivering men before me. Their heads were shaved clean, leaving only the soft pink skin of their scalps visible. Their faces were a deep shade of embarrassed red, and they avoided eye contact with one another, focusing instead on the ground beneath their feet.
I couldn't help but smirk as I entered the room, my eyes scanning over the line of new conscripts. I was younger than most of the corporals, but I had been given this position of power and I was determined to enjoy it.
"Well, well, well," I began, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "What do we have here? A bunch of scared little boys, or a line of future soldiers?"
They all flinched at my words, but not one of them dared to talk back. I walked up and down the line, making playful insults about their thin bodies and young age. They were just kids, really, but they had signed up for this, and I was going to make sure they were ready.
"You there," I said, pointing to a young man at the end of the line. "Get over here and jerk off in front of your friends. Consider it a form of hazing."
His face turned an even deeper shade of red, but he didn't argue. He did as he was told, and the other conscripts watched in silence. Some looked away, unable to meet his gaze, while others couldn't tear their eyes away from the spectacle.
I laughed, enjoying the control I had over the situation. "Alright, who's next? Let's make a game of it. Who can do it the fastest?"
They started to relax, some of them even laughing at the absurdity of the situation. They made playful insults back at me, their confidence growing. I was taken aback by their boldness, but I quickly regained my composure. I couldn't let them think they had the upper hand.
"Alright, alright," I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. "You guys are tougher than I thought. But let's take it to the next level. Do it in pairs."
They complied, but this time they were more relaxed. They made playful insults at each other, laughing and joking. I was surprised by their resilience, but I knew I had to keep pushing.
"Okay, okay," I said, clapping my hands together. "I see you're not backing down. But let's really get to know each other. Tell me about your lives, your dreams. I want to know who I'm leading."
As they opened up to me, I started to respect them. The hazing turned into a bonding experience, and I became their leader, not their tormentor. We talked and laughed, and by the end of the chapter, we were no longer embarrassed and red-faced, but confident and strong.
I looked at them, proud of how they had grown. I knew they would make great soldiers, and I was glad to be their leader.
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