Sir Yes Sir. Short Story.

the locker room was empty. Everyone else had already left. Just the sound of water dripping on tile, and the sound of the recruit's boots hitting the wet floor.

Lopes turned around, and almost jumped.

Ferreira was leaning against the stall door, dark blue uniform immaculate, blue beret still on his head, arms crossed. He'd been standing there for ten minutes. Waiting.

"Don't be afraid," he said, voice low, rough. "I didn't come here to punish you."

The recruit stopped. His shirt half unbuttoned, sweat on his neck. He knew. He knew the sergeant had seen him looking. Every time.

"I saw you today at formation," Ferreira continued, not moving. "I saw you looking at my legs. I saw you look away when I looked back at you."

Lopes swallowed hard. His cock was already hard under his white Army briefs. He couldn't hide it.

"Don't be ashamed," Ferreira smiled, a small smile, cruel, perfect. "I sent everyone else away on purpose."

He unbuttoned just one button of his uniform. Then another. Then pulled the zipper down, two centimeters. The thick heavy bulge strained against the fabric underneath.

"You want this, don't you?"

Lopes nodded. Couldn't speak.

"Then come here."

The recruit walked the three steps between them. He had no choice. He never had a choice.

Ferreira grabbed him by his short hair, pulled his head down. Didn't need to say anything else.

The recruit knelt on the wet locker room floor.

Ferreira put one hand on the wall, above his head. The beret was still on his head. The uniform was still mostly closed.

"Stay still," he growled. "And don't look up."

He came fifteen seconds later. The recruit swallowed everything.

When it was over, Ferreira zipped up. Smoothed his uniform. Adjusted his beret. Like nothing had happened.

"Tomorrow," he said, as he walked past him to leave, "you arrive ten minutes early to training."

Lopes was still on his knees on the floor. He nodded.

He already knew.

No one would ever know.