“Cadet, I’ve got to say you’re showing some real potential and it’s not often that I give out that kind of praise.”
Putting his hand to his head he salutes the Officer who has been leading his intakes training.
“Thank you, that really means a lot.” And it does, training is brutal. Physical, mentally, virtually and just in general. Training Officers are picked with the intention of breaking you down rather than bringing you up. If you can’t meet their constantly increasing expectations then you’re just not cut out for the job that’s the facts of the matter. “I’ve been giving it my all, being a member of the VSF has been a dream of mine so when I was selected for the academy I wasn’t about to throw away my chances.”
He hides the urge to smile at such praise, keeping a straight face as he shows his gratitude. At the ripe young age of 15 he’s still naïve to a lot of the world but he know by the time he graduates he’ll be just as brutal as any of those who are putting them through their paces. The VSF takes them in young, molds them and shapes them into what they need. No one can just walk in off the street and meet their requirements; maybe they know how to hold a gun outside of Virtual Reality and maybe they’re one of the rare people in this day and age that keep fit but that’s not going to give you the guts and the spirit you need.
“Myself and another couple of Officers have flagged you as someone who could one day hold a high ranking position.” The Officer continues to talk in an authoritive tone as he delivers this news. “Of course when you do graduate to the forces in three years – and you definitely will at this rate – you’ll start on the same level as all graduates but I’d like to offer you some special training to help you with climbing that ladder.”
A chill of excitement runs through Sonny. His dreams really do seem to be coming true. In their world there’s not a lot who people who truly stand for justice, the VSF is one of the few and with most people resorting to cyber crimes rather than being out on the streets, guns blazing, robbing jewelry stores and banks the VSF is by far the most prestigious force to be a part of. Regular police these days are getting less and less work; even from the outside he can tell they’re basically pointless. The rare murder case compared to the large amount of account hacking, identity theft, real fakes and inappropriate use of AI is just not worth the process of going through their much shorter but just as intensive training. Most people in this day and age couldn’t even commit a real murder if they wanted, it’s laughable to think of someone either overweight from stuffing their face while browsing the net all day or emaciated from forgetting to eat for days while playing games attempting to kill another human anyway.
“I will be more than willing to take on any extra training that is offered to me, sir.” Bowing deep he shows his appreciation for the offer. Perhaps he’ll finally be allowed to shoot a criminal, usually they have to wait until their second year before they’re put through their paces with performing executions but Sonny knows how to handle a gun and scum don’t deserve to live anyway.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. After regular training is complete tomorrow, report to the Officer’s quarters.” Sonny nods once, trying not to seem too eager. “And don’t tell the other recruits of this, many have their hopes set high of graduating but if we’re being realistic, many of this bunch aren’t going to make it.”
Training goes as expected. For the first half of the day they’re all sat there on virtual machines, tracking a simulation of an attack on a government database back to its origin and identifying the perpetrator. It’s simple enough for Sonny and by the time he looks up from his completed ‘mission’ he can see perplexed looks on some of his peer’s faces. The other Training Officer was right, many of them probably won’t make it. Maybe they’ll end up part of the regular forces instead, at least they know how to shoot a gun and have more physical ability than 95% of people in this day and age. The second half of the day is easier mentally but less so physically, martial arts followed by the shooting range. All that’s on Sonny’s mind as he hits targets in the head over and over though, is what his training might consistent of once they’ve all sit down to have their evening meal .
“On time as expected cadet, follow me.” Sonny simply nods his head, not wanting to speak out of turn and ruin his chances accidentally from how thrilled he is to have been chosen for this.
The halls of the Officer’s quarters are winding but eventually they make it to a room. It’s not until they’re inside that he realizes it’s the Training Officer’s own personal bedroom. It’s sparsely decorated. A poster of someone’s online avatar decorates one wall but asides from that it’s simplistic. A bed that looks far more comfortable than the bunk Sonny sleeps on, a desk and computer with a virtual set up and a chest of drawers. That’s it. There’s a door that he presumes leads to a personal bathroom and another than probably hides a wardrobe behind it but it’s kind of nice to see that the Officers aren’t living that much more lavishly than he is himself. They all have one purpose after all, both recruits and those in the force already. Take down cybercrime.
“There are many things you’re going to see in this line of work that will disturb and shock you; not just brains splattered against walls either.” Sonny nods. Their education may not have gone too far into it yet but they’ve briefly covered certain areas of the web that deal in more than hacking and hiring of certain services. He has a hunch he knows what the Officer may be talking about.
“A lot of what can be found is simply restricted material from years gone by. Back when people preferred their erotic stimuli to involve real bodies rather than virtual avatars.” Again, he nods. He’s even seen some of it; it’s strange to think of an age when people would rather watch two or more real people having sex rather than digital representations of them. He doesn’t admit he’s seen it though, the reason they haven’t yet fully covered this is because technically they’re meant to be 18 before touching that subject. “However not all of that material involved those of age, or even those who consented. Do you understand what I mean cadet?”
“I do Officer.”
Is he about to receive early training on tracking down the rings still distributing this kind of thing?
“Good. Now while in good conscience I cannot show you this material yet and how we track it, I can give a demonstration on what it might look like.” The wording perplexes Sonny a little but regardless he still stands there with a straight back and arms by his sides. “On your knees.”
Without thinking too much about it, he follows the order. He knows better than to disobey an Officer’s command, especially one offering him an opportunity like this. On his knees he looks up at the man above him. While Sonny is toned, he’s still a growing boy only part way through puberty; he’s yet to hit his full growth spurt, his voice cracks sometimes when he talks and worst of all despite sneaking off to the toilets to take care of himself, he still wakes up with sticky underwear on occasion. Soon that will all pass though and he’ll be resembling the Officer who he’s on his knees in front of. Tall, muscular and able to yell a command without an embarrassing crack coming out part way through.
When the Officer’s hands go for his belt, Sonny’s mind clicks. Oh. So it’s like… that. Every instinct in him wants to stand up and leave but he doesn’t. Diligently he sits there, watching as strong hands work to unbutton uniform pants and pull down a fly.
“Now I’m not doing this for my own pleasure, this will give you an idea of why it’s just as important that we’re able to intercept and track down those sharing this material as it is that we track down and find those who are stealing the healthcare records of citizens and threatening to expose them.”
“I understand Officer.” It makes sense, put him through what those who have been exploited themselves have been through and he’ll have more motivation to stop them. It does give him a heads up on the other recruits too. He has his eyes on one day becoming Commanding Officer and you can’t get that high up without doing a few things you’d rather not.
“Good. Now initially I just want you to take it in your hand, I’m sure you’ve touched yourself. I know what boys your age are like, used to be one myself. The moment you lot get a second alone you’re got your hand down your pants. Once you’ve got it nice and hard, we’ll get it in your mouth.” As he talks he lets his pants drop to his ankles and moves his boxer briefs down his hips enough to expose his thick cock.
Sonny tries not to widen his eyes at the fact that even soft it’s long. He’s never had the best of gag reflexes but he did hear a joke from someone in another bunk about holding your thumb in your fist to help with that. Making a fist with one hand, he reaches up with the other. It twitches to life instantly and Sonny has to remind himself that this is all part of training. By the time they get to studying this just prior to graduating to the actual force, he’ll have a massive advantage over his peers. Again and again he reminds himself of that as the Officer’s cock hardens, swiftly starting to stand proud as Sonny works his hand on him like he would himself. It’s weird handing someone else’s cock and while his isn’t the smallest he’s seen in the showers by far, this man has a huge advantage on him.
When he entered the VSF did he ever see himself on his knees like this in front of a Training Officer? Not at all. He thought it would all be about training his body, his mind and his skills to be able to take down those who are posing the worst threat to society as they know it. Trying not to close his eyes he watches as a drip of pre-cum dribbles from the tip, lubricating his hand’s movements as he continues to jerk him off.
“Enough of that cadet, now open your mouth for me, we’ll take it slow at first, I know some of the recruits fool around with each other but you strike me as the more virginal type.” Sonny tries not to take offence to that as he rises up further on his knees and lets his lips fall open. He gets the concept of how to give a blowjob and he’s seen more than enough simulated porn to know how this is going to go but to actually give one? That’s a different story. Again reminding himself that this is all a part of his training, he takes the head between his lips.
There’s a faint taste of urine on the head combined with the lightly salty flavor of pre-cum that makes him want to gag already but he preserves, pushing back the Officer’s foreskin with his lips as he sucks on the head readying himself to try and take as much of his cock down his throat as possible. Will the others have to do this in coming years he wonders, or is this just because if the Officer was found to be showing such material to him before the curriculum would let him that he’s giving a hands on demonstration? A hand falls on the back of his head and urges him to take more into his mouth and soon Sonny can’t think about that anymore.
All that he can think about is trying to breathe through his nose and trying not to gag as he takes more and more into his mouth. He feels kind of pathetic actually, the women he’s seen in the simulated porn he’s watched have been able to take cocks right down to the root and he’s struggling half way. Instinctively his hand comes up again to take care of what his mouth can’t. This time it’s nor pre-cum that’s helping to lubricate his hand movements but his own spit as he starts to drool around the cock in his mouth, his face already becoming a mess from that alone. It’s all for his future career, that’s what he has to tell himself as he chokes slightly and a small gagging noise leaves his throat.
“That’s it cadet, we’ll push a little bit harder and then I’ll get you up on the bed.”
Despite his hardest not to, as the man above him pushes in a little further and does hit his gag reflex, he feels a tear slide down his cheek as he chokes around his cock. It’s not from emotion, no, Sonny’s viewing this purely as an educational exercise but just a bodily reaction as he’s pushed to his limit. Any disgust he feels is pushed back, that can be examined and used to acknowledge why it’s so important that these criminals are caught after the act. This is purely educational, part of his training. Again he tells himself that mantra as he chokes again and again on the Officer’s dick.
Finally it slips free from his lips, leaving more drool to drip down his chin but finally giving his aching jaw and his poor throat a rest from the constant abuse. He knows it isn’t the end though; the cock before his eyes is still rock hard and glistening with his spit and he’s certain he knows where this is heading.
His fingers are already on his own belt as he moves to the bed, taking a moment to sit on the side of it to unzip his boots before he finishes ridding himself of his pants. Keen eyes are upon him as he silently does what he knows he was going to be ordered to do anyway. Trying to keep his hands from shaking he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs before sliding them from his hips too. A member of the VSF doesn’t let anything faze him, the fact he knows he’s about to have his ass fucked doesn’t faze him, of course not. Not one bit. In fact this is far less daunting than blowing a man’s brains out, even if he is kind of excited about when he’ll get to do that. Sure, totally, this is training after all, all just a part of training.
“Either you’ve been accessing areas of the virtual world you are too young to access or you’ve had experience with this before.” Sonny pauses for a moment. It’s the former; he’s never considered playing with his own ass. There might have been one or two slightly less developed recruits who he’s had dreams about that he’d consider but himself? He’s never thought of taking anything up there himself. “Am I correct with either cadet?”
“No Officer, neither of those.” Which they both know is a lie, there’s not a 15 year old boy who hasn’t accessed some kind of porn, especially not one who’s been trained in fighting virtual crimes and who can get around almost any kind of age blocking system.
“Alright then, shirt can stay on, get on your hands and knees.” The request comes as Sonny hears a drawer being opened, rummaged through and then closed swiftly. “If you feel pain I don’t want to hear about it, the VSF doesn’t feel pain.”
“Yes sir.” He moves swiftly after the more formal affirmation, feeling a flash of embarrassment as he realizes his virginal hole is now exposed to one of the men who’s been training him these past few months.
The moments in which he hears a condom being opened and rolled on and lube being applied feel excruciatingly long. In a way he wishes he could just be in him and get this over and done with. Breathing deeply he attempts to calm himself, closing his eyes and trying to remind himself of what the purpose of all this is. Training, that’s all it is. He isn’t to think about how his virginity is about to be taken by a man he knows little about other than a name, a rank and an area of specialty, he isn’t to think about any pain that he might feel having something so large stuffed inside him, he’s just to calm his mind and think about this like any other exercise. He was selected specially for this after all, if he really does want to reach his dreams of being Commanding Officer then it’s not going to be an easy journey.
A slick finger rubs over his hole and he has to try not to tense up at the idea that it might penetrate him. Something much larger is coming after all.
“No reaction to that, good start.” That’s all the warning he gets before a strong hand is gripping his hip and the slick head of a latex wrapped cock is pushed against it. “Remember, stay calm, don’t react to any pain.”
That’s easier said than done. While he doesn’t just shove in mercilessly, the stretch as he pushes in is intense. Breathing his way through it he keeps his eyes firmly shut and his teeth sink into his lip to take it without reaction. Sweat is soaking into his shirt and down his legs even by the time that he’s completely inside him just from the intensity of it all, in a way it’s painful but it’s just as much overwhelming. Attempting to keep his mind on other things is impossible, every time he’d tried, his mind had been brought right back to the present.
Only a few seconds a given for him to adjust before he starts. The thrusts aren’t overly fast at first but there’s power behind them, hips forcefully slapping against his own as the Officer behind him begins to breathe more heavily. Sonny can’t understand how people enjoy this, it’s degrading it’s painful and it doesn’t even feel good. It’s just another person using his body for his own pleasure meanwhile giving him none of his own.
Then that changes.
He surprises himself with how fast he has to bite his tongue not to make a sound as something actually feels good for a moment. It happens again and that’s when embarrassment sets in. Reminding himself that this is all for training he wills his body not to react, hopes that things will be over any moment and that he can get dressed and head for the showers, hopes that when he does make it back there that he’s all alone and no one is able to see the marks the fingers grabbing his hips are bound to leave.
Quiet grunting sounds start from behind him as things speed up, as though the Officer behind him is filled with desperation. So much for the VSF being meant to show self control. Then again maybe that’s all part of it, this is a hands on learning experience for Sonny. Occasionally he feels those flashes of pleasure again as his ass is used as a tool to get off until finally he feels the thrusting stop, hips press flush against his ass as the Officer groans and he feels his cock pulse inside him. At last, it’s over.
For a few moments they stay like that, the man behind him breathing heavily as he catches his breath from his orgasm before pulling out. It takes all Sonny has not to collapse as his hips are let go of, instead slightly shakily getting to his feet so that he doesn’t get any lube that might be leaking out of him on the Officer’s bed. A feeling of shame rushes through him as he looks down and realizes that he’s half hard. Instinctively he goes to cover his cock but instead has to intercept a box of tissues being thrown at him.
“Clean yourself up as well as you can and then head for the showers. I’ll see you back here again the same time tomorrow night.”
Sonny can only hope that tomorrow’s session isn’t as practical and hands on as tonight’s was as he tries to clean himself up. It’s not until he’s walking back through the halls of the Officer’s quarters for the showers that the feeling of being used really sets in. So that’s what the Officer had meant, there was a purpose to that exercise after all.