RECOOT’S WET DREAM DIARY AND JOURNEY TO GAYNESS

Disclaimer: This is not a true story and is merely junk that a dumbass thought of while sleep deprived at 3am. I am in no way homophobic, racist, sexist or xenophobic if the story somehow implies that in anyway.

Recoot gets dominated by occifers all day long

Day 1

The day of reckoning is finally here. It is the beginning of an epoch. It is the time for me to pass the rite of passage every proud Singaporean son has to undergo in order to truly evolve into a man, National Service. At the break of dawn after eating Mommy’s delicious cooking, Mommy and Daddy loaded all the essentials that I had packed the day before, such as my invaluable teddy bear , Mr Ruffles, and drove me off to the pick up point at Pasir Ris. Upon reaching there after an half an hour, not surprisingly, I was the first to reach the pick up point and thus was first in the queue. There was a lovely sergeant in his No. 4 directing the queue, and I immediately tried to strike a conversation with him but he ignored me, which tickled my heartstrings thus I spent the rest of the time chatting with my parents while admiring his bulging biceps . Soon, some boys began to show up as well and I spotted some cuties which strangely made my dingleberries tingle, oops, I digress. After an hour, the shuttle bus came and the handsome sergeant ushered us into it. After a while, we reached the SAF Ferry Terminal. The moment I leapt down the bus, I was embraced by the chilling yet welcoming sea breeze overflowing from the sea. Ah...true bliss. I won’t waste any time going on with the standard procedures at the terminal and registration at the haven known as Pulau Tekong as they are rather insipid, so I’ll just skip right to after reciting the Pledge of Allegiance ( which i shouted with all my might and pride). My parents returned from their tour around this Eden of Men and we began to try the cookhouse food. People have always affirmed that the food at Tekong is flavoured like “ an amalgamation of piss, shit and vomit” and “Satan’s asshole” but in truth, they were merely falsehoods forged by the ungrateful renegades this country has unfortunately spewed out. The black pepper chicken and soggy vegetables tasted like the divine cuisine crafted by the gourmet chef God Gordon Ramsey himself. The dryness of the chicken combined with the watery veggies created a perfect harmony in texture, the Yin of the greens to the Yang of the meat. Mommy and Daddy can attest to that as they gave me a thumbs up while chewing their black pepper chicken. After our scrumptious meal, we fell in and had to give our Mommies and Daddies a final goodbye as we began our 2 week quarantine. I could remember vividly my teary Mommy and Daddy waving goodbye to me and I felt a strange tightness in my throat as well. But I must remain strong for the sake of this country. I was assigned my equipment in a duffel bag and assigned to the company T( can't reveal real name) along with my bunk and bed. After some administration matters such as who were our commanders we went for dinner ( it was the delicious black pepper chicken again) and had our heads shaved. Luckily, the assiduous soldier that I am shaved my head yesterday just for this occasion. We were given more admin time and icebreakers between our platoon and sections mates along with our commanders. My buddy is a reedy guy called John, he’s a pretty sallow dude with rather wavy hair and a face ridden with pimples. Looks like a Jew and is definitely not my type. Our commander is the respectable and delectable Sergeant Choi, a fit bronzed Adonis with a chiseled chin, broad shoulder and definitely concealed a 6-pack underneath that immaculate No.4. I feel a fire welling up in my heart every time I gaze at his radiance. I’m not gay, am I? Anyways bedtime is near, it certainly was a fulfilling-cum-exhilarating day and I could not wait for tomorrow to learn the necessary skills to defend this honourable country I call home.

Day 2

We fell in at 0545, which is 45 minutes ahead of my usual wake up timing. We proceeded to have our breakfast which was this tasty glutinous rice and meat amalgam until 0630hrs. We then had some fascinating lectures on the inner workings of the SAF along with a rundown on what we are going to do throughout our BMT. The lecturer, LTC Sebastian, seems to be of European descent, with light brown eyes and a heavy British accent. How fine it is for such a hunk to be in the SAF. We had physical training afterwards, which I am not going to elaborate as they were pretty easy (considering I was a Track and Field athlete throughout my life). SGT Choi was very impressed with my physical prowess as he said, “wah you not tired meh?” when I did my 100 pushups with immense ease. Although it was subtle, I could definitely sense the sexual tension in his voice. Or was I simply mistaken? I am not gay, and I sure hope he isn’t. Oh yeah, my section has 16 people and we all live in the same bunk. None of them are really any out of the ordinary. In fact they are pretty banal, with them being from the same A level track as I was except for this one kid. His name was Jagos Loh, and boy is he cute. I think his growth spurt never came, for nothing can describe this boy except for the word petite. His complexion and countenance are both fair and smooth with a hint of redness, just like a raw baby that was just spewed from his mother’s womb. His height was indeed something to be scoffed at, at a pathetic height of around 150cm which I think is the perfect size for a cock sleeve. Anyways enough about this guy, I just thought he was cute. The day was pretty mundane to be honest and perhaps I am starting to be a little disillusioned with the SAF. NO, my will and trust cannot waver and I must continue to train hard for the sake of this nation. Oh yeah, everyone seems to miss their Mommies and Daddies quite a bit, well not me because I know they are always watching over me. What a bunch of spoiled and dependent pussies.

Day 5

Ok, so these few days have been really busy and I really cannot find the time and strength to keep updating the events everyday. Exercises are really repetitive but progressively harder and lectures gave me more insight on the SAF which I am certainly keen to absorb. However the fatigue everyday does accumulate. One thing I am glad for is the mouth-watering black pepper chicken we have everyday for lunch and dinner which is an excellent source of nutrients for my growth. These few days, I’ve been subject to some really peculiar dreams. For one, I remembered sucking my own dick. It was very vivid. In the dream, somehow I became really flexible such as to be able to reach my own penis with my mouth so I thought, since I have never got my dick sucked before, why not just try it out by myself. I recall sticking my cock into my own mouth and slobbered all over it, making sure not to bite it with my teeth. Strangely there was no smell and I could never reach a climax, no matter how I positioned my phallus in my mouth and stimulated it. That’s when I woke up abruptly with the sensation of some sticky moisture in my underwear. That’s how I experienced my first wet dream. In another dream, albeit murkier, I recollect inserting my throbbing cock into my buddy John’s anus for some reason and that was it. Maybe the toil of the training is really getting to me because I affirm that I am heterosexual. Well that’s all for these few days, I’ll update if these dreams continue to disturb me.

Day 8

Whew, it’s been over a week already. For some reason, my section mates have been distancing themselves from me for a while now. Even John was rather apprehensive, he kept saying, “can you stop constantly looking at me man.” and “cb stop looking at my fucking ass.” Bitch you ain’t even got any with that scrawny ass stick body of yours. How do I know this? Well I did steal a few glances at him once a while but not looking at him completely is kind of preposterous. He is my buddy after all. I did ask some of my section mates why they have been ostracizing me and they all say I’m a little touchy. What nonsense, I am not gay. I would never betray the country by breaking its most pivotal law, Penal Code 377A. Anyways, my dreams are now continuously haunted by Sergeant Choi’s face. This is because on day 6, I accidentally fell in late by 1 minute due to suddenly having to answer the call of nature right before fall in. And it was a watery one too. Before even having the opportunity to explain my unearthly unloading in the toilet, Sergeant Amos (one of the uglier sergeants, his face is riddled with pimple dents ew, and he’s kind of fat as well, I wonder which ungodly blind superior managed to push this scoundrel into SCS) immediately screamed in my face after I rushed down the stairs. “Chao CB every motherfucker here is waiting for you, you know, knock it down twenty!” and so I did with some chagrin. But the humiliation with everyone’s disingenuous gaze upon me as I eased through the meagre twenty push-ups kind of turns me on you know, my body was mildly warm from the exercise, but my soul was incandescent from the punishment. This was the first time I’ve been punished in my life, in front of a crowd at that, and I never thought I would be the M type. Daddy and Mommy have always coddled me and I’ve never experienced such jubilation before. I need more, show me more! Afterwards, we just followed the daily routine and nothing else of excitement was incited afterwards. I digress, in my unrelenting nightmares, Sergeant Choi would always materialise out of thin air and probe my ass with a throbbing rod. The outlandish rod was composed of a steaming meaty substance which would thrust itself into my anus and wriggle in my intestines as if it has a will of its own. I would always wake up in cold sweat and be assaulted by a sickening sensation in my abdomen, promptly forcing me to the toilet to unload my diarrhoea. Perhaps I am not accustomed to the cookhouse food yet. My only comfort is Mr Ruffles...

Day 13

Keeping a diary is increasingly becoming a burden. I have not been able to sleep well for the entire week as I’ve been plagued with continuous diarrhoeas and nightmares. I’ve issued my qualms about my health to LTC Sebastian, my PC, but he would just dismiss my complaints. “The stomach pain would just end after going to the toilet right? It's probably just indigestion, here, have some charcoal pills.” The pills did not help. Reporting sick on the other hand is damaging to my pride since I didn’t want to be marked as a ChaoKeng kia. It’s only the first 2 weeks c’mon dude, get a grip! Tomorrow is the first time we will get to go back home and to be frank, I can’t wait to go back. Staying here has really been a mental toll on me and the lull of sweet home may finally put an end to these nightmares. LTC Sebastian has requested me to see him tomorrow as he has to inform me of something. This is rather peculiar, if he needs to see me why doesn’t he just do it today? Maybe I’m shortlisted for OCS this quickly? I guess I’ll just find out tomorrow.

Day 15

I cannot say this, I should not say this, I won't say this. I'm literally crying in bed right now. I have nowhere to go, no one to confide to and no time left before I return to that dreaded place. What occurred yesterday was despicable, deplorable and absolutely detestable. My mind is on the verge of breaking down and I still cannot fathom what had transpired yesterday. Although the searing agony lingering in my asshole has finally eased away, the unholy phantom of LTC Sebastian's throbbing cock still dawdle in both my rectum and regrettably, my mind. My parents can never know of this, for it will be the end of me. I must take this to the grave, I must rest…

Day 16

After mulling over the incident in rumination on my bed over the entirety of the weekend, I felt slightly better, at least well enough to write it down and picture the unfortunate incident in my head without heaving out the contents within my stomach. So, on Friday after our usual lunch and fallout, we had 30 minutes worth of admin time before a lecture. LTC Sebastian ushered me to his office after the company fell out. There was no one present in the office strangely. Locking the door, LTC Sebastian stared at me in the eyes, his chestnut eyes blazing with dark determination. “So, you’ve sure been leading me on, eh.” Bewildered, I replied, “ sir, I have not a single inkling of what you are saying or trying to imply.” “Don’t play with me!” LTC Sebastian slammed his fist on the table. “ For these past 2 weeks, you were constantly eyeing me, be it during lectures, training and even punishments! You think I wouldn’t notice?” I froze up, digging into the repository of memories of my brain, I do seem to recollect glancing at LTC Sebastian a little too often, was I perhaps too obvious and fervent? His eyes were too captivating after all. “I’m afraid I’m still not following Sir, what-” I stammered before LTC Sebastian cut me off sharply. “I’ll get to the point, I think you are gay and as I repeat, leading me on.” At that moment a chill ran through my spine. His eyes were that of a basilisk, paralysing me and turning me into stone. No, there is no way I could be-. “ I see, I am right…” LTC Sebastian heaved, somewhat relieved. “ Strip, now.” his soft words could not be more authoritative. My mind is telling me no, but my body, my body is telling me yes. My mind blanked out into an endless field of white and the next thing I know, I was naked. “Nice cock bro, relatively small, but girth seems alright and shaft is ample, but no matter, since I consider myself a top anyways.” Sebastian is now naked, with his massive throbbing erect phallus (7 inches I think) in its full glory. “You know, concealing my sexual preferences for all these years have been a rather toiling task, with not a single person to able empathise with me, especially in this hellhole, you are a saving grace, since we have not much time left, who knows when the rest are back, let’s skip the foreplay this time, give me your man pussy right now.” My body was already feverish to the point of explosion and my blanked out mind could only obey, leaning on a nearby desk, sticking out my ass. Spitting out a copious amount of saliva onto my butthole, Sebastian pried my ass open and stuck a finger into it, spreading the makeshift lube in my ass causing me to yelp out. “ This is just the beginning, it’s gonna hurt more than that” was the last warning my fazed mind could register before LTC Sebastian plunged the entirety of his throbbing cock into my defenseless man pussy, resulting me to wince in agony. The saliva does not help at all, especially when the probe is that humongous. It was literally ripping me apart. As Sebastian followed through with his back and forth motion, I could sense the ridges of the pulsating veins on his cock grinding against the walls of my rectum and the shaft of his massive donger assaulting my prostate continuously, sending waves of euphoria throughout my entire body. As the pain subsided, the torture became rapture as I have never experienced such jubilation before. My previously flaccid penis finally bloomed into full capacity, dripping pre cum as Sebastian continuously manoeuvre his cock throughout my rectum. It ended as quickly as it started, as Sebastian began grunting louder before holding onto my shoulders, I knew the inevitable was coming. His thrusting became frenzied, uncontrolled and I could only feel unkindled joy since despite my empty mind, I still am in denial. Finally, the climax came, Sebastian let out a mighty roar and unloaded the full capacity of his semen stock into my helpless rectum and at that peak of ecstasy, I uncontrollably squirted out in unison as well. It was finally over. Armageddon has come and passed. Panting, Sebastian looked at the clock and said, “ whew, that sure was a fast joy ride, we still have 10 minutes before your admin time ends, go on, dress up, I’ll clean everything up.” “ My soul will never be cleaned from this” was all my mind could muster. I limped to the clothes on the floor and quickly put them on before there could be any unfortunate intrusion by other sergeants into the room. Sebastian’s cum was still leaking from my anus, soiling my underwear. Spraying Febreze into the air to clear away the smell, Sebastian glared at me with a wry smile. “ I’m impressed you didn’t actually shit yourself, those diarrhoeas must have cleared out your entire intestines.” “ Did you orchestrate them as well?” I replied weakly. Confused, he rebuked,” of course not, how do I even interfere in that way?” before ending with “ Oh yeah, mention one word of this incident, and we are both dead, but, who would even believe you anyways? Would they trust the words of a lowly recruit like you, or that of mine?” his eyes blazing with dark determination. I remain silent, for I have no choice but to concur with his assessment. “ Anyways if you enjoyed that, which I’m sure you did, there will be more to come.” He trailed off as I opened the office door and shut it behind me. That was the incident that has been haunting me for the past 2 days, and I could not catch a wink of sleep due to this. My identity has been compromised and my parents might disown me if this comes to light. Although this heinous undertaking has tarnished my pure soul, I have also never felt such pleasure in my life. Giving this more consideration, perhaps this incident was not bad after all… I need more time to digest this. Am I truly gay? If not anything, this abhorrent occurrence has cemented this disagreeable fact. I wonder how I can bear to face anyone when I return to camp today…

Day 17

Today we had our third SOC training where we go through the whole course. The Balancing bridge and Apex Ladder were still the most fear inducing for me due to my extreme phobia of heights. My legs would tremble continuously when I am on the Balancing Beam today, combined with the recent grotesque events weighing heavily on my mind, I found myself incapable of even taking a step. LTC Sebastian whose presence amplified my mental toll, upon witnessing this, promptly thought it was a good idea to hold my hand to help me climb up the bridge first, incurring jeers from my section mates, calling me gay. I wanted to pass this exercise so I begrudgingly accepted his assistance. After clearing the slope component of the beam, he (thankfully) released my hand and after taking a mere 5 steps, I fumbled under the weight of my SAR 21 and ILBV, resulting in my loss of balance and falling right onto LTC Sebastian. As the dust settled, I opened my eyes sheepishly only to witness everyone gaping at me in shock. I immediately came to the epiphany that I was on top of someone and I clambered hurriedly off of him. However, what’s with the astonished countenance imprinted on everyone? After all, I was not severely hurt. Well, the answer lied in LTC Sebastian’s crumpled body on the floor. Our encik, whose usual stoic face is now pale as carrot cake, hurried over to test for his pulse after calling for the ambulance. The Wayang King, John, rushed over with ice packs but was told off since this was not a heat injury. I could only watch in both trepidation of the unimaginable consequences to come and disingenuous joy as Sebastian was carried away in a stretcher by the medics when the ambulance arrived. Training was swiftly ended and we were told by our superiors to not speak a single word of this incident.

Sebastian went into a coma from his injuries and succumbed to them another 2 weeks later.

I lived happily ever after.

THE END