I'll show you an excerpt today from a military science fiction novel, "Atlas", and there's also a huge giveaway. You can find out more about the giveaway at the end of the post.
"So, how do you like ATLAS PT?" Instructor Piker said. He had a big sarcastic grin on his face. "Beats sitting at home with your feet up on the couch, munching on a bag of chips and watching the latest gay porn on your aReal don't it?"
As usual, teamwork was essential here. We motivated each other as best we could, but someone inevitably would tire and make a mistake, causing the ATLAS to drop to the sand. The crews were being beat up left and right by the instructors because of that. Some individuals were singled out and forced to do pushups while the crews struggled on with one less man. One guy on my crew quit while we were doing pushups with the ATLAS balanced on our backs. Not fun.
"You all look like studs," Instructor Piker said while we were struggling through the pushups, one man short. "Especially you, Mr. Galaal. Do you have any tips on getting pussy?"
I was used to this sort of abuse by now and it didn't bother me. "That's a negative, sir!"
"Come on, a stud like you, and you have no tips on getting pussy? Oh. I get it. You're gay. The only tips you can give me are on getting a piece of ass."
He focused on Alejandro next. "Mr. Hernandez! You are flagging. You're the weakest person in this class. Are you going to make me punish your classmates because you can't keep up? Are you?"
"Wooyah Instructor!" Alejandro said. He wasn't flagging. He was keeping up. He was one of the hardest workers here. I had no idea why Piker was saying that about him, when he was giving it his all, like me.
"Leave him alone," I said.
I don't know why I said it. I should have kept my mouth shut.
Instructor Piker spun toward me like a shark sensing blood. "Why, hello again Mr. Galaal."
He smashed a handful of sand into my face while I did my pushups. Then another handful. And another. I'd scrunched up my face, but my nostrils were full of sand, and my whole nose was throbbing--he'd hit pretty hard. My cheeks were burning were the grit had dug in. I kept my eyes shut tight, and worked through the pain.
"You really are gay, aren't you Mr. Galaal?" Piker said.
"Negative, Instructor!" I managed, breath heaving.
"Are you and Mr. Hernandez playing with each other's buttholes at night?"
"You're lucky I don't send your whole crew to sea immersion for being gay. In fact, that's an excellent idea. The six of you go cool down in the ocean for a while. For being gay."