The Recruit Novels & Stories

Mission accomplished. "Why do you look like you have committed a grievous sin?" Mujaddad questioned his brother upon arriving at the military base where they are asked to pick out the new recruits amongst thousands, they only need two hundred. It's pure torture undergoing those trainings but that is not their duty, they are only there to supervise.

He asked, ending the call without hesitation. I nodded, unsure of where this was going. “You must have been recommended,” He continued. Tilting my head, I frowned. “Recommended? I’m not following.” He chuckled, a low, almost condescending sound. “Well, no new recruit ever gets access to this floor. It takes years of hard work, dedication, and a string of promotions before anyone earns the privilege to come here. Also, Lucian doesn’t handle these things himself—he has people to assign recruits to their respective roles.”

“Actually, I’d probably start with Aaron. He’s more likely to say yes.” “Would you mind?” I asked, forcing my hand to reach across the chasm between us, over the expanse of his messy desk, to rest on the sleeve of his green button-down shirt. “That would be so awesome.” “Sure, it’s no problem. We have a group of recruits coming in tomorrow afternoon to get hooked up. May as well pop yours in while I’m at it and have all the equipment out, if it’s okay with the bosses.” “That would be so cool. If you could ask, and then just let Brandon know what they say—or call my cell. You have my number, right?”

While whoever was left usually achieved cumming later on but the ultimate were usually the ones who got the girls to cum, rare but 2–3 usually did. The recruit test was usually on the first day. For men it took the whole day because of the yearly 100 recruits. The next day was for the new female recruits. I'll tell you that story tomorrow.