HECTOR, THE LEGIONARY ---- SEVEN

The guard soldier and Héctor headed toward the parade ground.

Héctor, as we have already said, was completely naked and handcuffed behind his back, in keeping both with the regulations applicable to detainees and with the commander’s specific orders.

Wait here, corporal, the driver will be here in a moment and take you to Regulares.

To Regulares? But wasn’t the punishment four hours in the stocks? Héctor asked.

Yes, man, it’ll be four hours in the stocks, but at the Regulares barracks. It’s a tradition to prevent your own comrades from being lenient. When it’s stocks, detained Regulares come here, and we Legionnaires go there. It’s normal that you don’t know, since in fact this kind of punishment hasn’t been used for years. I don’t know how the commander came up with it, honestly, the guard soldier added.

Well then, to Regulares. And do I have to go like this, naked? Héctor asked.

Yes, man. You know what the commander said. Besides, to put you in the stocks they’re going to strip you naked anyway. This way you go prepared from here.

Don’t fuck with me, Héctor said, thinking of the mockery from the Regulares when they saw him like that. Him, who had invented that thing of calling their cloaks curtains, and mocking their slow and calm march as if they were walking on eggs......

Come on, get in the jeep. Back there, man. You can’t sit here beside me, you’re under arrest.

Despite having his hands tied, Héctor got into the vehicle and with swagger said to the driver: “To Regulares, Bautista” “To have tea with the marchioness.”

Hahaha.... Vicente, the driver, laughed at the joke, and added, “you’re impossible, man” “You’re going to the stocks trussed up and naked, and there you are all sprawled out and calm as can be” “By the way, what’s that ring you’ve got on your package?”

A gift from a girlfriend, Héctor answered, looking at it almost proudly.

Upon arriving at Regulares Vicente opened the rear door of the jeep, and grabbing Héctor by the shoulders took him to the guard post.

Here I bring a detainee to put in your stocks. Four hours.

Perfect, the soldier let out. And with a half smile on his lips he began filling out the intake form...... Let’s see, let’s see.... a few doubts, he asked: Is the detainee male or female? Civilian or military?

Fuck, man, don’t mess with me, Germán, you know me! Héctor jumped in. This is a big village and we all know each other! And besides I’ve bought you a beer or two!

Look, on that you’re right. That beer thing saved you from the teasing, Corporal Héctor.... and he continued: “It’s already clear that you’re military..... buuuuut..... male or femal......?

He couldn’t finish the sentence because despite being tied up Héctor managed to put his balls and cock on top of the form......
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