ARMY BAD LADS

 

All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on......

 

 

CHAPTER 1 - INTRODUCTION TO THE TRAINING CAMP

 

Staff Sergeant William Chorsford (or Big Bill to his friends) sat at his desk typing up the last part of his blog for the barrack's website. His nick name was apt for he stood at over six and a half feet tall and had a large frame to match his height, now in his early fifties he was no longer as muscular as he used to be but was still fit for he jogged a lap around the perimeter fence every morning before his shift began. No one could describe him as handsome but with his brilliant white hair, still thick and cut to a perfect flat top, contrasting with his tanned skin, he was striking. His natural air of leadership ensured his commands were obeyed without question by all of his staff.

 

Satisfied at last with his writing he saved his work before closing down his laptop, walked over to the window and gazed out over the empty parade ground. As he stretched his body to banish his stiffness he reflected on the hard work which had gone into creating his long sought dream of a training camp designed to his own specifications. He had experienced during his army career all types of training camps from temporary ramshackle affairs to purpose built white elephants, none of them met with the high expectations he had for his recruits.

 

When he had become a senior officer and made friends in all the right places he felt confident enough to submit an ambitious business plan incorporating two derelict farms, associated woods and moorland. To his surprise his plan was accepted with only minor amendments and he was provided with the funding to implement it with immediate effect. That was in a way his first test, to put his money where his mouth was so to speak, he had to have the camp up and running within six months ready for the new recruiting season that summer.

 

Using a combination of public and private contractors the whole area was first doubly perimeter fenced to keep out unwanted intruders and also to keep reluctant recruits from going AWOL. The inner and outer fences were each three metres high topped with razor wire. This was no mean feat as the total area is huge, approximately forty square miles and unevenly shaped so the contractors were working constantly day and night in shifts to get this task completed on time. There was to be only one entrance, manned 24/7 by armed guards to control access and to deter potential terror threats.

 

While the fencing was being erected, work was also going on within the farm complex near the main entrance. The Great Farm House was converted into officer accommodation on first floor and an administration centre on the ground floor. The large barn was totally gutted and rebuilt inside to become a fully equipped Medical Centre complete with a four bedded ward. The old piggery too was gutted and rebuilt inside transforming it into the detention centre complete with holding cells & hygiene facilities for recruits who have broken the camp rules. The cow shed was converted into a mess hall and catering kitchens and finally the farm yard had been resurfaced and levelled to become the Parade ground. It was surrounded on four sides by the buildings, in each corner were exit points allowing for swift assembly and dispersal of the recruits.

 

It was in this renovated farm house that William now stood (the one time sitting room of the farm house to be precise) surveying the recently completed work. To an innocent bystander it would have simply looked like a large farmyard which had received a spring clean, but behind the facade it was a different matter and this made him smile broadly with satisfaction.

 

Abruptly his office telephone rang, picking it up he heard the gruff voice of the entrance guard informing him that he had five sergeants all claiming to have an appointment with the Staff Sergeant. Laughing William confirmed this was true and asked the guard to hold them there whilst he walked down to meet them in person. In a matter of minutes, for the farmhouse was only 500m from the main entrance, he was standing by the main gates shaking each of the sergeant's hands warmly.

 

"Good morning gentleman!" he said. "Welcome to Yulton-on-Moor Barracks, the first UK training camp purpose built in living memory. Please bring your bags with you and I will introduce you to the place."

 

The guards looked at each other bemused for they had never seen their Staff Sergeant acting so informally but the five 'guests' acted like they were old friends of his (which they were as it happens) although they didn't know one another. As William led the way back to the farm house at a brisk pace leaving the sergeants to catch up with him, the guards shook their heads and returned to their duties once more.

 

Back in his office he quickly introduced the sergeants to one another by their first names; Paul, Dean, Jamil, Aldo and Robert. They acted a little surprised by the informality, seeing their expressions William said that things are going to be organised here a little differently compared to other places. With that his personal assistant brought in a tray of cups and a large pot of coffee and while they perched on his desk William paced up and down the room with cup in one hand while he outlined his plans for them, the camp and the recruits. It is his intention to make it a success by learning from history and going back to basics.

 

Dean held his hand in the air requesting permission to speak; William nodded inviting him to do so.

 

"Sir, I am confused I must admit. You have built a brand new training centre but you are talking about old times, it seems a little contradictory to me." Dean said trying not to sound too confrontational.

 

"Perhaps it does at the moment." William replied "I trust that as I show you round the camp and give you more insight into my plans you will understand better. Let's just say that from my point of view the modern army has forgotten a few of the basic truths that the ancients knew and held in high esteem. Perhaps if we instil them in our new recruits then the army in the future will be more cohesive, better trained and act as one entity rather than falling apart when faced with a divisive enemy. Enough of that for now let's finish up these coffees and I will give you a tour of the site before I leave you to settle in ready for tomorrow."

 

"Tomorrow?" Aldo asked almost choking on the last of his coffee.

 

"Oh yes. The new recruits arrive tomorrow morning, don't worry I've left you all the information you will require for the training programme in your respective offices. Should keep you guys busy for the rest of the day once the tour is over" William replied, laughing at his own joke.

 

"Yes Sir" was all the sceptical Aldo said.

 

William led the way out of the farm house and onto the parade ground explaining what had been done by the builders as he went. He headed straight for the medical centre which at the moment was unmanned, due to the medical officer and his assistant taking their last opportunity for a rest day before the recruits arrived. He briefly showed them round the medical consultation room, treatment room and ward; after all they are pretty standard wherever you go. Next was the detention centre looking very much like an American style prison in that the holding cells running down each side of the long open space were simple cages of metal bars providing little privacy for the inmates, which was the intention William informed his sergeants. Each cage had a simple mattress and toilet pan and that was it, no sheets or blankets, nothing. At one end of the holding area were a row of three shower heads in a small wet area with no privacy and no drying facilities. From there he led them over to the mess hall which in all fairness looked exactly like it was intended to be, a mass feeding facility, albeit brand new. From behind closed doors clanging noises could be heard as the catering staff unloaded the boxes of cooking implements shipped in this morning and preparing for tomorrow.

 

From there William led the men to the side of the farm house where parked underneath a lean-to stood a large people carrier painted in army camouflage and indicated they were to climb inside with their bags. As the last man fastened his seat belt William put the car into gear, drove out of the farm complex and along a dirt track between rolling meadows before veering off in the direction of the woods. He felt excitement building inside him as he drove through the trees for any moment now he was about to reveal the next building accomplishment to the men. Rounding a corner he brought the car to a halt in a purpose built car park, in front of a large two story leisure centre. In the early afternoon sunshine the building shone a brilliant green, with the first floor being made virtually all of glass as it reflected the trees towering over it.

 

William was already out of the car instructing the others to leave their bags behind and follow him inside. Their expressions of wonderment were comical but he kept a straight face as he gave them a whistle stop tour of the leisure centre. On the ground floor were the changing rooms and showers, a sauna, a large swimming pool, a recreation room holding snooker tables, darts boards and evening a couple of wide screen televisions mounted on opposing walls, and finally a hall for both indoor football and basketball. On the second floor was the gymnasium with just about every kind of exercising equipment you could imagine. It was bright and airy thanks to the glass walls allowing as much light in as possible as well as giving a 360 degrees view of the surrounding woods and the five purpose built barracks off to one side.

 

From there they walked over to the barracks they had seen from the gym. William informed them that each of the five barracks were identical; housing twenty of the new recruits, ten in each wing with beds and lockers dormitory style. At the centre of each block was the main entrance along with the sergeant's modest accommodation and the communal washing area. The washing facilities consisted of ten shower heads in a wet area with clear glass splash guards separating them from the ten wash basins and mirrors. Adjacent to these were five urinals and five toilet pans arranged in two parallel rows. There is clearly no privacy in any part of the wet area. There were noises of concern made about the lack of privacy which William dismissed with a wave of his hand stating that the reason for this is all part of his plan to encourage greater male bonding and less personal hang-ups which will become apparent as the training progresses.

Allowing for no further questioning William herded them out of the barracks and back to the people carrier where he continued with the tour of the camp. Driving back to the main track they turned right and uphill in the direction of the moorland where the going got rougher. Reaching the plateau they could see all of the woods and farmland spread out below, the ground was uneven, broken up by deep gullies and channels, some of which contained small streams. These streams coalesce into a large stream running through the woods and finally into a small lake behind the farm. After about ten minutes of bone shaking driving they arrive at their destination, an old smaller farmhouse and outhouses, allowed to fall into disrepair and these will be used during training exercises. Having walked around the ruins and surveyed the surrounding area William announced that the tour was over and it was time for them to settle into their accommodation and familiarise themselves with the training manual he had left for them in each of their quarters. Dropping them off outside the barracks he told them that dinner would be served in the mess hall at 19:00hrs sharp, where he would meet up with them to answer any questions they might have and give them the time table for the following day when the new recruits arrive.