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Cadet Creamer’s Submission
🕑 Added 2025-02-03 17:31:45 +0000 UTCThe crisp air of the parade ground mixed with the lingering scent of rubber polish as Cadet Creamer, the newest recruit, stood at attention. His glossy, cobalt-blue uniform clung to his toned physique, a stark symbol of his devotion to the elite Rubber Corps. The two commanding officers behind him, Commander Cream and Captain Cumstorm, had been evaluating him all morning—though their evaluation methods were far from traditional.
“Cadet,” boomed Commander Cream, his voice authoritative but dripping with a sly undertone. “In this corps, devotion is paramount. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, Commander!” Creamer replied, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes focused ahead. The heat of their gaze on his back was almost unbearable.
Captain Cumstorm stepped forward, a devilish smirk curling on his lips. “And devotion must be demonstrated, Cadet. You’ve done well to obey, but do you have what it takes to serve completely?”
Creamer swallowed hard. The silent exchange between the two officers above him was palpable. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, surrendering not only to their authority but also to the unspoken rules of their world.
By the time the afternoon sun gleamed through the polished visors of their caps, Creamer’s blue uniform bore the unmistakable marks of his dedication. The two commanding officers stood tall, adjusting their uniforms, a picture of dominance and composure. Creamer remained in place, his tongue catching a stray drop of their satisfaction as it dripped down his cheek.
“You’ve earned your place, Cadet Creamer,” Commander Cream said, his gloved hand tilting the recruit’s chin upward. “But remember, pleasure is a privilege—and we are the ones who decide when you’re ready to advance.”
Captain Cumstorm chuckled, brushing a stray bead of sweat from his brow. “Report to my quarters at 0700 tomorrow. Let’s see if your devotion holds under real pressure.”
As the two officers walked away, their boots clicking against the polished pavement, Cadet Creamer stood shakily, a faint smile playing on his lips. He may have been a lower rank, but he was rising fast—one submission at a time.
