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To Catch a Thief
Part 3 – Cadet Campbell in the Gym with the Cane

by Navy Cadet

Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the
text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 26 Nov 2012

Fitzroy caught up with Marlowe as he left the House Officer's room. The younger cadet was rubbing the back
of his shorts and there were tears in his eyes. It was obvious he had just been caned.

Marlowe hadn't realised that he had got dust on the top of his cap. It must have been from when he had
been used by the Cadet Captain as a ladder during their investigations the day before. He wasn't bitter
though. It was his responsibility to keep his kit clean, and anyway being allowed to investigate a real live
crime was just too much fun.

“Ah! There you are. I hope you have not too wounded to continue with the mission. Lieutenant Miller gives
some real zingers as I recall.”

“It wasn't that bad Mr. Fitzroy.” Marlowe lied. “Do you have a job for me?”

“That's the spirit! There were a few more possible suspects. I've already ruled most of them out, but there
are two left, Campbell and Briggs. You take Campbell as he is in your term. He seems to hang around the
gym a lot with a sailor called Leveson from what I've been told. I'll go look for Briggs.”

“Aye, aye, Cadet Captain!” Marlowe saluted and marched off, rather more stiffly than usual from the fresh
cane marks burning across his bottom.

Marlowe headed straight for the gym. He knew that it should have been empty because there were no
classes going on. He arrived just in time to see Campbell slip inside. The door closed behind him and
Marlowe heard a key scraping in the lock. Marlowe touched the door handle to check that it really was
locked, and then put his ear to the door. He could hear two voices on the other side. One was Campbell, the
other he didn't recognise. So he ducked around to the side windows to try and find out what was going on
inside.

All of the windows were mounted high up in the walls to avoid getting accidentally broken by over
enthusiastic cadets, but luckily one was just beside a drainpipe. Marlowe used it to scramble up to his target
in much the same way that he would have climbed a rope inside the gym. He reached the window and
looked in.

Inside he could see a sailor leaning against the vaulting horse. Marlowe realised that he must have been
the source of the other voice that he had heard. The sailor was watching Campbell, while the fifteen year
old cadet undressed.

The boy stripped slowly, one piece at a time. His jacket and cap were already off, and lay across the
vaulting horse. He had started to undo his shirt. It looked like he did not want to. On the other hand, the
sailor looked like he was enjoying himself a lot.

The crisp white shirt slipped over his head, and then he bent over to untie his shoelaces. The sailor said
something that Marlowe could not hear. Campbell stopped. He stood up, and turned around so that when he
bent over again the sailor got a good view of his blue shorts tightening across his buttocks. As Marlowe
watched, the sailor started to rub the bulge that was clearly visible under the material of his bell-bottoms.

Campbell took off his shoes and the peeled down his long blue socks. They were placed neatly underneath
the vaulting horse. He stood up. It looked like he was asking the sailor something, maybe even begging
him. The sailor just shook his head, and pointed at the boy's shorts. Campbell bowed his head, and
unbuttoned his shorts. They slid down his legs and puddled at his ankles. Campbell picked them up and
placed them with the rest of his uniform. The boy was definitely pleading now, pleading not to be made to
go any further. This did not sit well with the sailor. He pushed himself off the gym horse and shouted:

“No!”

So loud that Marlowe could hear it through the glass.

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Campbell hooked his fingers into his underwear and slowly pulled them off. The boy then stood up and
placed his hands on his head, so that the sailor could examine his naked body. The man smiled and pointed
at the gym horse. Campbell walked across to it, and bent over. While he was doing that the sailor walked to
the back of the room. When he came back he was carrying a cane.

The sailor took the last two steps at a run and used his momentum to drive the cane home. The sound of
rattan on flesh echoed around the room. Campbell had not been expecting the sudden explosion of pain. His
head jerked up and his legs kicked about. The sailor watched his reaction and laughed.

Campbell was allowed just enough time to compose himself before the next cut was laid on; then the next,
and the next. Marlowe could see the sailor's muscles bulging under his skintight uniform. The cane blurred
through the air, and when it hit the sound was like a rifle shot.

The sailor beat the cadet quickly, but methodically. He obviously wanted to inflict the maximum pain,
working all the way down the smooth curves of his buttocks and then onto his thighs. While the sailor was
wielding the cane with his right hand his left was fumbling with the buttons to his bell-bottoms. He got his
cock out and started pulling on it without a break to the rhythm of his cane strokes.

Marlowe realised the boy must have known what was going on. He could not have missed the unmistakable
sound from the man masturbating behind him. He would know that the agony that he was being put
through was for no other reason than the man's pleasure. But from his reluctance to undress, he might
have always known that this was why he was there.

After a dozen strokes Campbell tried to get up, but the sailor just pressed the tip of his cane into the boy's
back to push him back down. The man had not finished with him yet.

The sailor stepped forward and pressed his cock against the entrance to the cadet's hole. He threw aside his
cane and grabbed the boy by the hips with both hands. He pulled himself into the boy, savouring the feeling
of his cock sliding into hot flesh. Then he began to hump him. Marlowe could see the sailor's buttocks
flexing through his bell-bottoms as he fucked his superior.

Campbell started moving again. Marlowe watched the boy's strong young muscles flowing under his skin. He
was writhing on top of the gym horse, but Marlowe could not tell if it was because he was in agony, or
ecstasy. However whichever it was he could not take his eyes off the show unfolding in front of him. He
could feel his balls bubbling with lust inside his shorts. Sharing his cramped dormitory with a dozen other
cadets it had been days since he had last been able to empty them, and even then it had just been a
solitary wank in a storeroom. He longed to share one with another cadet. Watching the sailor enjoy himself,
he would have given anything to have been in his place.

The sailor increased the tempo of his thrusting still further. Marlowe could see the solid wood gym horse
shaking with every thrust. Campbell arched his head back. The sailor grabbed a fistful of the cadet's hair
and used it pulled him further onto his cock.

Unable to stop himself Marlowe wrestled open the buttons of his shorts and took a firm grip on the rock
hard penis which sprang out. Had he thought about it he would have been disgusted at himself for getting
aroused at the poor cadet's suffering, but he was too caught up in a whirl-wind of lust. His fist blurred
around his cock and he could feel his orgasm approaching.

Marlowe's heavy breathing had covered the window in a cloud of condensation, but through the mist he
could see the sailor slam Campbell back onto the horse and yanked out his dick. Seconds later ribbons of
creamy white cum had exploded out of the man and splattered across the boy's back. Droplets of cum that
shone like pearls on his skin. Campbell must have felt it was he was sprayed with hot spunk, but he didn't
move, and seconds later Marlowe was spraying out his own load.

With his cock satisfied the sailor put it away then started to head for the door. He didn't even look back as
Campbell slid from the gym horse. Moments later he was gone, leaving the cadet behind him lying on the
floor of the gymnasium.

After taking a moment to rearrange his shorts Marlowe slid down the drainpipe and scurried around the
front on the building. He was just in time to see the sailor strolling off back to his barracks. He pushed open
the door and found Campbell inside pulling on his clothes. Marlowe could see his eyes were red from crying.

Marlowe closed the door behind him. He tried to do it quietly, but he was not quiet enough. Campbell heard
the noise and turned to see what had caused it. He saw Marlowe and his jaw dropped. He'd only just got his
shorts on, so he clutched his shirt in front of him, as it was a shield. Broken fragments of sentences tumbled
out of the cadet.

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“You can't ... I didn't ... it's not ...”

Marlowe walked towards him. He had his hands held out in front of him, trying to calm the boy down.
Campbell backed away until he collided with the gym horse.

“I just want to ask some ...” was all that Marlowe could get out because Campbell was suddenly snarling at
him:

“Get out! Get out!”

Then Campbell sprang, knocking Marlowe to the ground. Marlowe's cap flew off. The buttons of his jacket
dug into Campbell's bare chest. They wrestled, rolling around the floor of the gym, each trying to get the
upper hand. The gym tumbled about them in jumbled kaleidoscope of images. Around and around they went
until Marlowe shouted:

“Get off me, damn it. I don't want another whacking from Lieutenant Miller for getting dirt on my uniform,
not again so soon after the last one.”

And Campbell burst into tears.

“That bastard. I thought that he was trying to be my friend: to help me after a whacking. He just wanted
me to hold it, the first time. I didn't know what I was doing.”

The two boys untangled from each other, but the words just kept pouring out of Campbell.

“Then after he had finished he told me about a boy he had known when he was a lad on a training ship. One
of his bunkmates had been doing it with a Marine Corporal. The boy had told his superiors, and they had
birched him in front of the entire ship's company. He had been birched, and then they threw him out and he
ended up in prison. He told me that was what would happen if anybody found out, but that we could make it
our secret.”

Campbell started crying again. Marlowe leaned closer.

“It can still be a secret. I won't tell anybody.”

“What do you want?” he asked, and his hand moved to undo the first button of his shorts. Marlowe grabbed
his arm, worried that he was about to find the sticky mess inside them.

“No! No, just tell me about it. Perhaps it might help.”

Campbell sighed.

“I didn't know what I was doing. I was so lonely. I just thought that he wanted to be my friend. But after
that first time he said that if I didn't he'd make sure that everybody found about what I had done. So he
made me do it again the next week, and every time I came back he went a bit further.”

“He makes you come here once a week?”

“Mostly, but sometimes more. I didn't think he would want to do it again today after what we did yesterday,
but he did. It must have been all the whackings that people got after that bloody run yesterday. He always
needs it if he's seen a boy getting whacked.”

Campbell finally ran out of words and silence returned to the gym. They sat together for several minutes as
Marlowe thought about what he had been told. Then he made his decision and put his hand onto Campbell's
shoulder.

“Don't worry. I won't tell anybody. You can trust me.”

“You promise?”

“You have my word.”

Marlowe retrieved his cap, making sure to brush all the dust off it this time, and headed for the door. He
thought that they could probably rule Campbell out of their investigation, but he had no idea as to how he
was going to explain that to Fitzroy. He just hoped that the Cadet Captain was having more luck with his
interrogation of Briggs.

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