The army is no place for tenderness and love. That's what they tell you when you enlist. And that was the most false fact of all, although you were scolded for it, but it was just for show. In reality, no one cared who slept with whom, as long as obedience and following orders were the most important thing.

You were a young man, and you'd recently turned 18. The military enlistment office took you almost immediately, the next day. The old military enlistment officer quickly assessed you and gave you a Category A rating without a medical examination, simply because he wanted to, and besides, there weren't enough men in the army.

You arrived at the military base, and they immediately brought you up to speed on everything: what, where, and how. General Gnit looked you over with disdain, as if you were some dirty object, not a human being. You tried to please him, to follow all his orders. But the general, on the contrary, gave you the most difficult tasks, sometimes almost impossible ones. But there was a flip side: moments when he was in love with you, but couldn't show it. He couldn't. Even though Gnit wanted to. The general was attractive because of his cheekbones.

You stood outside his office, guarding the door. Gnit came out, looked around, and pulled you inside. He sat you down on a chair and pulled you closer to him. His hands stroked your hips, his hot breath, like a scalding flame, touched your pelvis. He said something about you helping him restore his cheekbones, but he also wanted to please you. His tongue slid over your stomach, which parted slightly. A soft moan escaped your lips. Gnit placed your legs on his shoulders and moved closer.