"Punk Sex Practices" in the Old Army

The undersigned personally participated in such "punk sex cruelty" practices under the authority of Old Army officers while in training, and thereafter, and because of his zealous participation in such practices, was selected to serve in various departments where, among other duties, he oversaw the management of such practices. Since the Democratic Revolution of 19__, and based on his personal experience and his difficulties in establishing a fully satisfactory domestic life (a first wife left the undersigned, charging abuse), the undersigned has been involved in serious personal re-education and re-education of Army officers who were involved in "punk sex cruelty" practices.

This informal report is in the form of a personal memoir of the undersigned's early days as a soldier and the powerful effects of "punk sex cruelty practices" on his life. This report is intended to preserve a record of such practices. As background, as is well known, in the Old Army, there was a tradition that soldiers should be trained in cruelty, that is, the intentional infliction of injury and pain. It was believed that the needs of the state were furthered by such cruelty. It was well known inside the former regime, for example, that some Army units tortured criminals as part of their training; and prisoners, knowing of the reputation of the Old Army for cruelty, were induced to cooperate with the regime. It is also well known that there were some international protests during the XXXX War when reports were circulated about extreme acts of cruelty allegedly perpetrated on enemy prisoners. Although no evidence about such activities was ever presented to any tribunal, the undersigned participated in numerous acts of cruelty directed at both criminals and enemy prisoners.

What was not public knowledge and never became well-known and what is described in this report was the sexualized cruelty training received by soldiers in selected units. The soldiers themselves only gradually became aware of the nature of this training as training progressed and such training was carefully designed to lead the soldiers, often unsuspecting, to the point where they would commit acts of extreme sexualized cruelty, and enjoy committing those acts. In other words, training provided sexually pleasurable reinforcement that often led to the development of pre-existing cruel tendencies into full-fledged sadism. For a period of several years, for example, the undersigned frequently, and sometimes exclusively, derived sexual gratification through "punk sex cruelty" with "punks" obtained through regular, if unofficial, military channels. The undersigned was personally familiar with other soldiers who obtained similar sexual gratification, and, like the undersigned, “punk sex cruelty” was sometimes their exclusive form of sexual gratification. Such other soldiers included friends of the undersigned; and the undersigned not only discussed techniques of "punk sex cruelty" and the pleasures to be gained from "punk sex cruelty practices" directed at particular "punks," but also the undersigned, along with his friends, organized rituals of "punk sex cruelty" that involved numerous participants. The undersigned must note that he and his friends, individually and collectively, have had successful Army careers with a very high rate of awards and decorations. It is intolerable in our modern state that there be any revival of "punk sex cruelty," but it is also undeniable that "punk sex cruelty" did achieve desired effects in strengthening unit integrity and ferocity. It is a fact that men in a unit who participated together in "punk sex cruelty" rituals and celebrations made superlative soldiers. These are the kinds of facts that make re-education difficult. Unfortunately, for many of us, the Old Army shaped us, gave our live meaning and introduced us to our chief forms of satisfaction.

The undersigned entered the Army at age 17. Background was rural/agricultural. During Initial Training, the undersigned excelled and was "First" in a division boxing competition. The undersigned participated in relatively minor supervised exercises in cruelty, e.g., the slapping of a bound prisoner in accordance with the trainer's instructions. Upon graduation from Initial Training, the undersigned was selected for training as an Officer Candidate for the __th Special Security Division. The undersigned's impression was that his evident enjoyment of the minor cruelty exercises and his aggressive performance in the boxing competition were major factors in the selection.

Special Security Officer Candidates' training was under the supervision of Captain A. Sixteen candidates were in the training unit, given the familiar name GGGGG. During the first assembly of the GGGG, Captain A informed us that, at the conclusion of the training, one of the Officer Candidates would be selected as a "loser." Captain A would have the power of selection, but the "loser" would be a candidate who could not or would perform up to the level of the unit. The loser would be reduced to the status of a servant of the remaining men in the unit and would become an object of cruelty practiced by the other men in the unit. Captain A had the power to decide that no candidate in the unit was a "loser" or that more than one candidate was a "loser," but Captain A stated that, having trained many units, it was almost always the case that one man ended up as the "loser" and the selection was usually unanimously approved by the other men in the unit. On the basis of my later experience in "punk sex cruelty" management, I can state that there does indeed seem to be a consistent course of events where men in a unit, knowing that one will be "selected" as a "loser," collectively, through informal discussions, reach a consensus on the man who will be selected and such consensus ensures such selection.

During Officer Candidate training, the undersigned's unit was introduced to sexual services provided by trained "punks," beginning with simple oral sexual service. "Punk sex cruelty" was designed to, and frequently did, result in complete psychological collapse of the "punk" and (however strange it may seem to those unfamiliar with the practices) the embrace by the "punk" of his destiny. Indeed, many "punks" quickly learned to "give satisfaction" and those who "gave" the most "satisfaction" were selected for more lenient treatment, both officially and unofficially. During the undersigned's training, the "punk" who was made out of the “loser” selected from the original Officer Candidates took well to his training, surrendered wholeheartedly to the judgment and punishment meted out by his comrades and eventually won a place as a custodian of the unit's "clubhouse," a suite of rooms retained as the unit's collective point of gathering after individual officers were assigned to regular posts and positions. In Special Security Divisions of the Old Army, it was often a matter of convenience and comradeship for a unit to retain a well-trained "unit punk" as a kind of pet and to practice extreme "punk sex cruelty" with outside "punks."

The undersigned and his comrades quickly learned to appreciate the oral sexual services provided by "punks." Eventually, the GGGG’s were given free access to "punks" providing oral sexual services, although warned by Captain A that too frequent indulgence in seminal discharge weakens the individual and damages performance. Taking advantage of a seminar provided on the subject, the undersigned and many of his comrades learned techniques of semen retention during sexual activity that gave us the ability to discharge or not on any given occasion. The undersigned, during training, reached a level of control where he would discharge only once every third day and still enjoy sexual activity twice each day or even more. Such control on the part of the undersigned continued for many years and the undersigned has since concluded that exercising this control heightened his enjoyment of sexualized cruelty.

Rumors began circulating that the "loser" would be put in the same position as these "punks" and be forced to provide oral sexual services for the unit. As time went on, the rumors proliferated and some of those that described a typical "loser's" degradation, torture and subsequent servitude ultimately were confirmed (although none went so far as to predict the actual events); but, on the other hand, there were numerous rumors which turned out not to be accurate (although some of these accurately described other kinds of "punk sex cruelty"). Whatever the accuracy of rumors, neither the undersigned, nor insofar as he knows, other Officer Candidates with whom he was friendly gave more than speculative attention to such rumors. For the undersigned, the fate of the "loser" was not a matter of much concern. The undersigned was among the highest performing Officer Candidates in the unit and was enjoying his first continuing and focused sexual experience under circumstances of easy access to expert sexual slaves whose consciousness had been emptied and re-filled with a single burning desire to "give satisfaction."

The undersigned and his friends, and other groups of friends in the unit, began to make use of "punks" in group fashion, a form of comradeship that was encouraged by Captain A. Indeed, on a few occasions Captain A brought "punks" into the Day Room of the barracks, provided whiskey and cigars, and allowed every Officer Candidate in the unit to enjoy oral sexual services from the "punks," individually or in groups. The details of these occasions are worth noting because some were intentionally reproduced during the ceremony of extreme sex cruelty described below. The undersigned clearly remembers the first Day Room event and the three men with whom he shared the oral sexual services of a "punk." All four participants remain friends and the "punk sex cruelty" practices collectively enjoyed, including the first Day Room event, are a central part of the group's experiences and reminiscences.

As training progressed, Captain A introduced the unit to anal penetration of "punk." Of course, this "punk sex cruelty" practice built on the previous base of pleasurable oral sex services and, in addition, licensing sexualized aggression. Some in the unit had practiced careful thrusting into the mouths of punks, but, insofar as the undersigned recalls, none of the Officer Candidates had so released his inhibitions as to anticipate the pleasures of unrestrained anal penetration. Access to anal penetration "punks" was determined by Captain A and was expressly linked to performance during training. The undersigned's high record of performance was motivated, in part, by desire for such access. The helplessness of the anal penetration "punk" and the opportunity provided for open-ended cruelty gave special pleasure to the undersigned and the same pleasure could not be achieved from an oral services "punk" even with aggressive thrusting.

It is important to note that in all these activities, even anal penetration, the "punks" had their genital regions covered in a stiff leather shield that Captain instructed must not be touched. Certainly the undersigned had no inclination to disobey this instruction. Perhaps some others did disobey and learn some facts. Whatever facts could have been learned did very little to prepare us for the actual events.

In addition to progressive exposure to "punk sex cruelty," we were trained to inflict increasing amounts of pain and injury through simple cruelty practices that included prolonged confinement under harsh conditions, beatings, brandings and cuttings. The cruelty training was not necessarily directed at inflicting death, although this also happened on more one occasion during the undersigned’s training.

As training progressed, and as Captain A had predicted, the better Officer Candidates agreed on the likely “loser,” an Officer Candidate named Z. In some ways, Z was very bright but he was unwilling or unable to participate in building unit integrity and typically failed in carrying out responsibilities needed for group success. For the undersigned, perhaps the most important failing of Z involved a unit team sports event where our unit had a real chance at a Division championship but where Z's inattention cost us the critical game at the critical moment. Then Z tried to blame Y.

Some originally thought that Y would be the "loser." Y was not a bright fellow and he sometimes failed at physical tests of skill, but the unit came to appreciate a solid core of manhood in him. Early on, it became clear that Y had stamina and would, for example, cheerfully carry extra weight during the final stage of a forced march to help another Candidate in the unit. Later, Y explained to the undersigned that he very clearly understood from the first day that either he or Z would be selected as the "loser." Y made every effort to earn the unit's respect. Y even sought and obtained the advice of Captain A on what he could do to improve his standing. Perhaps the critical moment came when one of the Officer Candidates, J, who did not like Y, taunted Y and declared that Y would be the "loser." Y answered that he would never be a "loser." J continued to taunt Y (apparently hoping to contribute to Y becoming the "loser") until Y struck out and then engaged in a fistfight with J, where Y managed to stay even, despite handicaps in both size and skill, by the simple tactics of ignoring all blows struck by his adversary and striking back at every opportunity until both combatants were bloody and Captain A intervened.

The announcement of final ranking in the unit and the selection of the "loser" were scheduled in the Day Room on the afternoon before commissioning. Captain A announced the determinations, beginning with highest ranking. The undersigned was awarded exactly his anticipated ranking (third out of fifteen) and the other determinations were as expected with only two reversals among the lower ranks. When Captain A announced that Y had been awarded "the fifteenth and last permanent ranking," there were cheers of appreciation from Y's supporters.

Suddenly Z shouted, "I can't believe it. We all know that Y is the 'loser.'" "Wrong again," retorted one of the successful Candidates. "You always were the 'loser,'" declared another. Suddenly, security personnel came into the Day Room, subdued and bound Z and marched him out of the barracks. As the undersigned later learned, it was customary for senior officers, as the first step in the psychological annihilation of a newly-selected "loser," to describe in detail to the "loser" what would take place on the morrow, showing the "loser" through display of other "punks" the results of the cruelty ceremony, and giving the "loser" a closer look at the life of "punks" such as he would become.

We had not been given access to "punks" during the last several days of training and Captain A had instructed us that not discharging semen was highly recommended so that we could get the full benefit of the upcoming events. In a brief, closed meeting of the unit before the pre-commissioning feast, Captain A told us that the degradation, torture, destruction and annihilation of Z scheduled for the next night would be a high point of our unit's collective memory and that each of us should be "tough, hard and full of cum."

The morning of commissioning day was occupied by dress parade, commissioning ceremony and reception at the commandant's. The new officers had much to talk about, not least the disclosure by Captain A to the new senior members of the unit (including the undersigned) and, through them, the other new officers, of the details of the cruelty ceremony in which the unit was about to participate. The words were enough to give each of us pause to consider. We were told that the cruelty ceremony would be a source of enormous shared pleasure for the unit and that we should each expect to look back on it as a moment of considerable personal importance.

We gathered in the Day Room. There was a supply of whiskey on the sideboard and we each were given a drink that we sipped while we looked at the equipment set up in the center. There was a large table with binding posts in the corners of the flat wooden top and eight cages underneath. In each cage was a "punk." There were also pieces of equipment and other materials nearby.

Captain A entered and called us to order. We sat in a circle around the table and, as another whiskey was served, Captain A led us in recalling our personal dislike of Z and the events that proved that Z was a "loser."

At Captain A's invitation, Y spoke. Y began by thanking all of us for helping him obtain his commission. We answered him with shouts of "You're ok" and "You'll never suck dick." Then Y, soon with assistance from other men in the unit, told details about how Z had tried to sabotage him so Y would be selected as the "loser." Others contributed and soon everybody was remembering, or perhaps making up, events where Z had earned our scorn. More whiskey was poured and swallowed.

"I hate Z," said Captain A. "The bastard cost us a unit citation." This was not true and everybody knew it was not true, but it no longer mattered. We were going to torture, destroy and annihilate Z and we were going to feel good about it. Suddenly, we were all making things up, blaming Z for everything that had ever happened to us. It became a joke and we were all laughing as new and ever more absurd reasons were invented to hate Z, but it was a joke with a direction.

Captain Z rose and walked to the bondage table. He unzipped his pants and put his cock into the mouth of one of the "punks," on the far side of the table so that he was facing us. He gave instructions to the "punk" on how to service him ("very tenderly, very slow, very wet") and picked up a cigar.

"Here's how we play with Z this afternoon. Z gets tied to this table with his face up, his legs spread and his dick stretched up toward the ceiling by a hook through the dickhead suspended from the ceiling." We looked up at the ceiling and saw a short piece of chain hanging down.

Captain A continued. "Then I light up this cigar and blow smoke in Z's face. The smoke is important because forever after, whenever anybody blows cigar smoke in Z’s face, Z will have an immediate and complete memory of everything that happens here today. In the future, if Z survives the cruelty ceremony and submits to his new status, all you will have to do is blow some smoke in his face and he will give satisfaction. Watch and see."

There were cries of appreciation in which the undersigned joined. The undersigned was, however, unsure about the prospect of the upcoming cruelty and did not know if he would, indeed, "enjoy" it, as Captain A promised. It seemed horrible to do this to someone the undersigned had once known as a possible comrade.

"What I'm going to do to Z at the right moment is to knock the ash off the end of the cigar and apply the burning tip to an area of Z's dick. I will hold it there until the part of the dick under the cigar has been destroyed. Before I do that, though, I will make use of a 'punk' under the table and get close to cumming. I want to cum in the 'punk's' mouth just as I put the burning cigar to Z's dick. I want to laugh at him and destroy his cock while I shoot a load and enjoy my own. Each of you, in order of ranking, will try to reach a similar climax. Each of you will burn a fresh area of Z's dick until the entire outside is burnt black. There will be an area marked at the bottom that cannot be burnt because the doctors will need that to make it possible for Z to survive and come back as the unit 'punk.'"

As the full realization of what we were to do sank in, we sat quietly. Suddenly, Captain A opened one of cage doors and pulled a "punk" out. The "punk" was not wearing a leather shield over his genitals and we could see that, although there was a full set of balls, there was no dick. Close examination revealed a pisshole under the ball sac and scars under the pubic hair where the "punk's" penis had formerly been attached to his body. After the destruction of the penis, surgeons had removed the rest of the organ and prepared the “punk” for a new life. The “punk” had been trained in how to “give satisfaction” and this “punk,” like many others, responded to the torture, annihilation and re﷓training by becoming an avid dicksucker. “He knew that the only cock he was ever gonna experience again would be another guy’s.”

Up to this point, the undersigned personally doubted whether he would participate wholeheartedly in the cruelty ceremony. Such doubts disappeared when Z was led in with his arms bound behind his back. The Z that was led in was not a creature for whom the undersigned had any sympathy. All outward show of manhood had disappeared. This Z was pleading, whining, sniveling, crawling on the floor, its twisted face covered in tears and snot.

The feelings of the undersigned were apparently shared by the entire unit, because suddenly jeers and laughter broke out. "Burn the 'punk's' dick," someone shouted, and the call quickly became a unit chant. "Burn Z's dick. Burn Z's dick. Burn Z's dick."

To the rhythm of "burn Z's dick," all the men in the unit put hands on Z. The GGGG untied Z, lifted it bodily onto the table and secured it to the binding posts. The momentum of prior training carried the unit forward.

The actual events were more overpowering than anyone would have suspected. There was a moment of silence as the head of Z's penis was skewered on a sharp hook. Z screamed and we all cheered. The hook was attached by a cord to the chain over the bondage table and Z's penis was stretched until the hole around the hook gaped and bled.

"Silence, gentlemen," said Captain A. Of course we fell silent, but the "punk" on the table began whining incoherently ("please, please, please") and Captain A first gave its face a series of slaps and then, when the whining continued, stuffed a rag in its mouth.

Now there was silence. Captain A lit a cigar and, while smoking it, told Z clearly and in detail the "reasons" why it was hated. "You intentionally cost this unit a unit citation. You tried to injure Y. You lost a division championship for us. You are insolent and obnoxious during the class on world history. Your bunk area was like a pigsty." While he spoke, Captain A repeatedly leaned over and exhaled cigar smoke into Z's face. Occasionally, Captain A would knock the ash off the cigar and hold the burning tip close to Z's eyes.

There was a pause while whiskey was poured and the toast prepared. Captain A began thrusting his cock into the mouth of a "punk" while telling Z how much pleasure the unit was going to enjoy destroying Z’s penis. Z, deprived of speech, pled, whined and sniveled with his eyes. The sight of Z's helpless desperation inflamed the sexual passion of the undersigned. The undersigned could almost feel himself the mounting pleasure Captain A was enjoying and the undersigned is certain that other men in the unit felt likewise.

"To the GGGG," shouted Captain A - and he jammed the fresh burning tip of the cigar directly against Z's stretched penis, in the center of the underside where the head met the shaft. And Captain A laughed as loud as the undersigned ever heard a man laugh as the men in the unit shouted "To the GGGG" and drank the toast.

In the interval that followed, we inspected Captain A's artwork, a clear disc of charred flesh in the center of Z’s penis that was bleeding around the edges. We also confirmed that Captain A had indeed met his goal of shooting a load right at the moment he applied the cigar to Z's penis.

N, the first ranking man in the unit and generally a serious fellow, was playful. He dropped his pants and farted in Z's face. Then, while a "punk" started sucking N, N stood over the top of Z's head and spoke about his pride in the unit and how that pride had been spoiled by "that little shit Z." N smoked and made sure Z got the smoke after it had been used. Every once in a while, N tapped his cigar so the ash fell onto Z's face. The speech would probably have sounded silly if we weren't all so drunk on whiskey and cruelty. But we listened, especially after it became clear from the fucking motion that N was getting close to shooting even while speaking almost formally.

N looked down at Z. "I destroy you. I destroy you because I hate you. I destroy you because your destruction will make the GGGG strong. I destroy you because I enjoy destruction. I destroy you because I can. YEEEEEESSSSSSSS..." The last long yell coincided with a convulsive spasm of Z's body and the application of N's burning cigar to Z's penis along one side of the head.

P was the second man in the unit. "We all know that Y is a good guy," said P. "And Y was the man most seriously threatened by the shit's betrayals. So - and this is with Captain A's approval - I am swapping turns with Y." This decision met with acclamation.

Y said nothing for a long moment, but smoked and looked down on Z. I could see from the long slow motions of the "punk" sucking Y's cock that Y was having a good time. "What happened before today, it's over," said Y to Z. "I hope you live. I hope you learn your lessons. I want to you to be the GGGG's 'punk.' I want to shit in your mouth and I want to watch you eat it." And Y jammed his hips against the "punk's" face and his cigar against Z's penis at the same time.

It was the undersigned's turn. The undersigned lit a cigar and approached the table where Z was bound. The undersigned was intoxicated and under the influence of the collective will of the unit. The undersigned was young and vulnerable and had been given intensive training in cruelty, both ordinary cruelty and sexualized cruelty.

The undersigned realized that every atom of Z's attention was concentrated on the undersigned. A realization of power swept over the undersigned like a tidal wave. The undersigned, along with the other men in the GGGG, owned Z and were collectively destroying Z's penis and psychologically annihilating Z for their pleasure. It was as N had said: we were doing it because we could. The GGGG was bound together by shared enjoyment in these acts that were criminal in any society. The GGGG was not bound by laws but only by the desires of the GGGG. The desires of the GGGG were charged with cruelty and the GGGG was going to gratify its desires.

The undersigned wet his finger and, while looking at Z's eyes, lightly rubbed the place on Z's penis where the undersigned intended to stub out his cigar. “Here’s my spot,” said the undersigned. The undersigned could not have said whether he was receiving more pleasure from the "punk" providing oral servicing or from the look in Z's eyes. The undersigned's roiling emotions suddenly crystallized. "I love you," the undersigned said to Z. The room fell silent, but the undersigned continued, carried away by his feelings. "I love you because I enjoy torturing you, I enjoy destroying you, I enjoy turning you into a 'punk.'"

The undersigned was so moved by the sensual contact of his finger against Z's penis that the undersigned began to lightly stroke the unburnt parts of Z's penis. "You now exist only to serve our pleasure. If you please us with your mouth, with your ass and with your devotion to your duties, that may suffice. Otherwise, you will please us by providing entertainment like now."

The undersigned took Z's balls gently into his hand and continued. "You lose your dick but you keep these, for now." The undersigned blew smoke into Z's eyes and, again like N, dropped ash on its face. Z's riveting concentration was broken by a spasm of its coughing and the undersigned looked up at his comrades.

“Comrades, brothers,” the undersigned continued, “this is our commissioning day. We have become men together. The ‘loser’ has failed to become a man and will never be a man. Those who are not men of the GGGG must serve the GGGG in whatever way the GGGG decides.”

The undersigned turned back to Z. “Today I take my first dick. I have yet to take balls. Maybe I’ll take yours.”

And then, with a supreme feeling of joy and power, the undersigned took a deep puff from the cigar, knocked off the ash, blew the smoke in Z’s face and, as the smoke cleared and Z’s eyes were locked onto those of the undersigned, the undersigned applied the burning tip of his cigar to the intended area of Z’s penis.

When the undersigned returned to his senses, he was sitting down and another man was at work on Z. The undersigned had, without realizing it, approached and achieved orgasm at the moment Z’s penis was burned. But the physical orgasm, intense as it was, paled before the mental pleasures, the pleasure of participating in cruelty, the focusing of attention and the mounting excitement, the power to do the deed, the deed itself, the unbelievably voluptuous sensual pleasure experienced during the deed and the outrageous criminality of the deed.

The mental pleasures of cruelty experienced by the undersigned that day became a beacon light of his work for the next twelve years. The undersigned returned to those pleasures repeatedly and became habituated to enjoying them. It was only the Democratic Revolution that brought the undersigned to his senses and led him to join with those who are now stamping out “pervert sex cruelty” in the Army and among former Army officers in civilian life. May God in His mercy lead our nation back into the human community and relieve the undersigned of his guilt.

[Reviewer note: it is believed that the author of this “memoir” was dismissed from the Army on ____, 20__ on the basis of charges of unauthorized communications with subversive elements. Neither the exact nature of the charges, their accuracy nor the actual dismissal have been confirmed.]