The truth in a lie

"Stop the lies, Cadet Munroe!"

"Yes, Sir, Colonel Knox."

"Your hazing! The details!"

"Sir, I'm embarrassed. And the cadet's code of silence!"

"Munroe, I'm a goddamn Gulf War vet. Nothing can surprise me."

"Sir, yes, Sir. My dorm squad hooded me!"

"With one of these?"

"Yes, Sir, black, identical."

"Cover your head, cadet, and don't dare spare the sordid!"

"My squad taunted, spun, poked and goaded me to strip."

"Don't stand there, Munroe. Undress! Re-enact the sick events. Uh-uh, leave the hood alone.”

"Sir, yes, sir."

"Utter filth, debased sleazes. Even I never witnessed such an initiation in the old days!"

"Colonel, I’m spread, mirroring the lewd position the squad commanded, including every digit in my twin holes."

"Cadet, I'm a mature polecat, and you're holding back!"

"Yes, Colonel."

"The whole truth, cadet!"

"The squad prodded me to spiel profanities as I fingered."

"What vulgarity, Munroe! "

“Knox's cock pummelled my ring as he fisted my snatch."

“Cadet, at attention on the floor. We must prove these words, no lie.”