The Platoon Leader's Descent

Ryan didn't move for several seconds after Tucker had lapped his hole. He had fallen slightly forward into the bathtub wall when Tucker’s tongue had made contact and his right cheek still rested against it; the tile felt cool against his flushed face.

"Fuck. A dude just licked my pussy," he thought as his heart seemed on the verge of beating its way out of his chest. "And did I just fucking refer to my asshole as a pussy? This fucker is seriously in my head.”

Whatever misgivings he had about being free of hair had evaporated in the instant Ryan felt Tucker’s tongue. He pushed his body from the wall and retrieved the razor and shaving gel. Ryan lathered up his balls and the area around his cock and slowly began to shave away the stubble. When finished, he inspected his work in the mirror. His cock, now semi-hard, looked pathetically small, yet he was not embarrassed by it for the first time in his adult life. Tucker had repeatedly mocked him because of his small cock. Yet, Ryan had come to believe that the Specialist was turned on by his nub. It seemed to excite Tucker that he, a studly jock officer, was so incredibly tiny. This was not the first nor last time that Ryan was able to get into Tucker's head and see the inner workings of the Specialist's mind.

Ryan moved on to his legs and arms next. They proved to be much easier to shave than his sack. He saved his armpits for last. He was looking in the mirror to guide his work as he started to shave his left armpit. His image seemed somewhat comical to him as he compared himself now to where he was just five months ago to the day when he had graduated from Ranger School. This course was 62 days of pure fucking hell. There was a reason it was billed as the Army's premier leadership school. Ryan, with his physical toughness, had sailed through the course quite easily. In many ways, the day he had graduated from Ranger School was the pinnacle of who he was as a young infantry officer. Ryan had graduated from West Point with a 3.85 GPA, played football there, finished the Infantry Officers Basic Course with honors, and had sailed through Ranger School with ease. He was on top of the world. Now, a mere five months later, he was standing in a hotel in Atlanta, shaving all the hair from his body. A mere 10 feet away was a Specialist from his platoon that had become.....

"What is Tucker to me exactly?" Ryan thought. "Boyfriend? Fuck no, that's not it. Master? Possibly. Daddy? That's just weird."

Ryan slowly continued to shave his armpit.

"Five months ago, I finished Ranger. Now I'm a hairless submissive about to take an enlisted guys fat cock in my ass," Ryan said out loud to his reflection.

The LT finished shaving. Ryan stood there, looking at his now smooth body in the mirror. His cock was fully erect again. He liked what he saw.

As Ryan compared who he was now to who he was five months ago, Tucker sat on the couch drinking another beer. He wore only a black jock and a leather harness. He wanted to lit up a cigar, but thoughts of smoke detectors going off erased this thought. Tucker was impressed with how well the LT was taking to his new role. While a bit hesitant, his platoon leader seemed to be enjoying what was taking place. This made Tucker quite happy.

"What the fuck happened to hate fucking him?" Tucker's mind asked the Specialist.

"He came on me, you asshole. That's what happened." Tucker replied to himself.

When Ryan had shot his load on to Tucker's cock, a switch seemed to have flipped in Tucker's head. In an instant, Ryan Cooper went from being an arrogant, piece of shit, ring knocker to an overly excited and confused young man who, at the height of vulnerability, had lost control of himself. He wasn't confident. He wasn't arrogant. Ryan was frightened and embarrassed. Ryan's persona of the high speed, decisive, and energetic Army officer lay shattered at Tucker's feet. Tucker had realized then that he didn't know who Ryan Cooper was. He thought he had known him, but he had merely been conscious of a work of fiction partially created over the years from the LT's denial and shame. His gut had told him that perhaps the real Ryan might be a person worth knowing. Maybe even a person to care for.

"Well, isn't that just fucking adorable." Tucker's mind commented. "Look at you, so fucking understanding about the scared boy in the hotel about to get fucked. Why are you such a pussy right now?"

"You were there, you dumb fuck," Tucker said to himself. "I was once the scared boy in the hotel."

Tucker was the last of three boys. His whole existence from the time he was born to the day he graduated from high school centered around one thing: baseball. His father was the head baseball coach at one of the Corpus Christi high schools. He had played a few years in the minors with dreams of making it to the big league. When these dreams fell through, he went into coaching and immediately began prepping his boys for a life of baseball. Tucker was good, very good, far better than his older brothers, and by his junior year, the prominent universities in Texas were already making scholarship offers. Tucker had such offers from Texas A&M, SMU, and Texas Tech. Scholarship offers entailed visits to the schools that lasted a few days, requiring overnight stays. It was during once such a visit to SMU that Tucker first learned about domination and control.

By the time of his visit to SMU, SPC Tucker had known for years that he was gay. He kept this secret as his baseball-obsessed father would not have taken to kindly to a homo son. He'd lost his virginity eight months prior when he had fucked a classmate that lived a few houses down from him. Even then, Tucker had an enormous cock, and the boy had done his best to take the monster into his tight hole. Thankfully for him, Tucker had cum quickly as most that age tend to do. By the time of his visit to SMU, he had fucked several more studs. Tucker was one of 23 other athletes visiting SMU on the weekend in question. They were not all baseball players. Football, baseball, basketball, and soccer players were all part of the mix. They stayed in a hotel near the campus, with two athletes assigned to share a room.

Tucker was bunking with Ray Carlson, a 6'7, 295 lbs., black kid from Detroit. He was a monster. His entire form was carved from muscle, and his expression came across as one of perpetual anger. Ray was there because he was the best defensive end in the state of Michigan, and SMU was damn lucky to have made his shortlist of schools. Tucker had never been with a black man before, and Ray's appearance had stirred his cock to attention. The thought of slipping his large cock into this black god had caused a healthy erection. It never crossed Tucker's mind that Ray might want to slide his fat tool into his ass. Why would such a thing occur to him? Tucker was a top, after all, and he knew he would never bottom. That was for pussies. Or, so Tucker thought.

Their first night ended early after a lame banquet at an equally as lame restaurant. Ray and Tucker were back in their room by 9 PM and were quickly bored. After channel surfing for about an hour, each lying on their double beds, Ray turned to Tucker and sighed.

"Fuck this shit, man. Let's get some beer. I got a fake ID that will work,” Ray suggested.

Tucker quickly responded, "Fuck, yeah. Let's do this".

Thirty minutes later, they were back in the room and had opened the first of many, many beers that night. Each was on his 9th or 10th beer when they discovered the hotel offered pornos on the TV.

"Hell, yes, I could watch some fine bitch getting some dick man," Ray leered enthusiastically. "We can charge it to the room. These rich SMU pricks won't know the diff.”

"I'm down," Tucker responded.

Within a minute, both were gazing upon a blonde bimbo with huge tits taking dick in her pussy and mouth. Tucker was keenly paying attention to the male porn star. He ignored the big tits.

Tucker could tell that Ray was getting worked up. He kept rubbing his cock through his sweat pants and his breathing was more rhythmic. His cock was raging hard at the thought of Ray getting so horny. He also was rubbing himself in the hopes Ray might notice and show some interest. Surprisingly, Ray did just that.

"Yo, man, you want to rub one out," Ray asked in a voice that was several octaves lower than usual.

Tucker, who by this point was insanely horny, was also suffering from liquid courage took it a step further.

He looked directly at the massive football player and said, "Why just do that? We could reenact the scene.”

Ray responded quickly, laughing, "You want me to fuck you, baseball, boy?"

"No, no, not that man," Tucker retorted. "I thought I'd tap your ass."

"Bitch, please," Ray laughed. "I'm the top here, boy. My monster puts yours to shame, and the one with the biggest cock always tops. That’s just how it goes.”

Tucker, fully drunk and not thinking clearly, got way too cocky. He was convinced even this 6'7 black god would not top him in the cock department. No one ever had.

Tucker cockily said, "Let's whip them out then. Smallest cock bottoms. You scared, bro?"

Ray stood up from the bed, and confidently replied, "It's your funeral white boy. Show me what you're packing."

Tucker stood, confident that his massive tool would win the day. He undid his jeans and reached into his boxers to remove his erect nine inches. He showed it to Ray with assurance and pride.

“Not bad, white boy. Not bad at all,” Ray said grinning.

Ray then reached into the band of his sweat pants with both hands and quickly dropped them to his ankles. What Tucker saw made him feel weak in the knees. For a moment, he thought he might fall back onto his bed. Ray wasn't just big. It was terrifyingly enormous. His massive cock was easily 11 inches and was as thick as the middle of a baseball bat.

Tucker was speechless. He just dazed at this black weapon before him. Fear began to overtake him. Ray finally spoke.

"Looks like you lost, baseball boy," Ray said. "Never bet against black, my man."

"Yeah, I guess I lost," Tucker whispered as he worked his cock back into his pants.

Ray noticed that Tucker was afraid.

"Hey, man. If you want to back out, I got it." Ray said in a very understanding voice as he pulled up his sweats. "Not everyone can take this thing. It's a bit of a curse."

Tucker wanted to refuse. There was no way he could take 11 inches of cock into his hole. He'd stuck a finger into his ass once, and that hurt. He was sure that 11 inches would kill him. Yet, there was something else intermixed with his fear. There was an expanding sense of desire. He felt it in the pit of his stomach.

"I..I'm not sure," Tucker stuttered. "I've never taken a cock in my ass before, man. I've fucked a few dudes. I'm a top. Only fags bottom."

Ray laughed, "What the fuck are you talking about, man? You're gay, aren't you?"

Tucker was still stuttering, "Yeah, I am, but I only top."

"Everyone gay man bottoms at some point, man," Ray explained. "Every one of them. Even me and I'm bi. I've been fucked real good a few times. Anyone who says they are a total top is full of shit."

"You took a cock?" Tucker asked, quite surprised.

"Yep, I took my first one at 16 from my older sister's boyfriend," Ray said. "Dude was 20, and he knew how to fuck for sure."

"Oh, okay," Tucker said meekly.

The feeling in the pit of his stomach had spread throughout his body. The feeling was now centered in his crotch. The realization that he wanted this after all was a bit overwhelming. He looked at Ray shyly and turned crimson red and quickly turned his head away.

"I'll do it," Tucker said quietly.

Ray stepped towards Tucker. He wrapped his massive arms around Tucker's waist and pulled the baseball player into his enormous torso. Tucker gasped slightly; Ray had surprised him. Tucker breathed heavily. He noticed Ray's scent for the first time. The massive football player smelled of soap and deodorant. Tucker's cock, which had gone soft during his temporary panic, was now fully stiff. With Ray being considerably taller than Tucker his enormous root was pressed against the mid-section of Tucker’s torso. Tucker could feel how firm it was and he suddenly was overwhelmed.

"I want to feel you inside me," Tucker moaned.

For Tucker, the words he had just spoken seemed to come from somewhere else. He could not fathom that he had said such a thing.

"Don't worry, baby girl. Daddy ain't going to hurt you", Ray said in a surprisingly soft manner.

Being called baby girl was a severe blow to Tucker's pride. It hurt him to be feminized like that. Yet, he did not protest. Yes, it was a blow to his ego, but Tucker could not deny that Ray's words had made him feel safe. He understood that this was going to hurt, but Tucker equally understood Ray would, at the same time, protect him.

"Take off your clothes," Ray ordered Tucker.

"Oh, okay, man," Tucker responded, sensing that Ray might be in charge now.

"Why don't you call me daddy?" Ray said,

"Jesus Fucking Christ. Is this fucking happening?" Tucker thought.

Tucker's mind may have been reeling, but his body seemed to be on board with this. Especially his cock. When Ray had told Tucker to call him daddy Tucker's cock began to throb. And his cock sent a signal to his brain to respond to Ray.

"Yes, daddy," Tucker said.

There was no sense that Ray might be in charge now. Tucker fully understood that Ray was absolutely in charge. Tucker began to strip. He was soon totally naked, standing in front of Ray, who was still fully clothed. This made Tucker feel incredibly weak and vulnerable.

Ray reached down and gently grabbed onto Tucker's cock. Ray started walking to the bathroom with Tucker's cock in his hand. Tucker followed behind, being led by his pole. He felt like a dog on a leash. Once in the bathroom, Ray gently pushed Tucker against the sink counter and told him to bend over. Tucker was sure this was the moment Ray was going to fuck him, and he tensed up. Ray started to run the water in the shower behind them, but Tucker was too frightened to look back. He just kept looking at himself in the mirror. After a few moments, Ray was again standing directly behind him.

"Spread your legs for daddy, baby girl," Ray whispered into Tucker's ear.

Tucker promptly did as he was told. He soon felt a hard ring against his hole that Ray began to push slightly into his virginal butt.

Tucker, whose fear had somewhat returned after he was led by his cock, finally worked up the courage to speak; he stuttered a few words that sounded so pathetic to him.

"What.....what is that man? What the fuck are you doing to me?" the young baseballer whined.

Ray whispered again into his ear, "It's just some hot soapy water. I need to make sure my baby girl has a clean pussy. You don't want daddy to get his dick dirty, do you?"

Tucker went to speak. His voice cracked, and he thought he might start to cry. No words came out of his mouth.

Ray removed the bottle from Tucker's hole and placed it on the counter in front of Tucker. He stood behind Tucker and began to rub on his shoulders with his large hands. Ray worked Tucker's shoulders for a few minutes before he spoke.

"Just calm down, baby girl. I said I would not hurt you, and I meant it. Just relax and chill.” Ray soothingly stated.

Ray kept massaging Tucker for ten or so minutes. He could tell the young baseball player from Corpus Christi was beginning to relax. Tucker could feel Ray's erection through Ray's sweat pants. It was rubbing into his butt as the huge football player rubbed his back. Tucker soon realized he was pushing his ass back onto Ray's massive cock. It felt so hard against his firm butt. Ray felt Tucker as he pushed back into him.

"We good, baby girl?" Ray whispered. "You ready to keep going?"

"Yes, daddy," Tucker moaned, still pushing back into Ray. "I’m ready.”

Ray grabbed the bottle and spat on the top of it. He slowly inserted it about an inch into Tucker's chute and violently squeezed. Tucker whimpered when he felt the warm soapy water enter his chute. He stood up automatically and quickly panicked. The water was rushing out. Tucker stumbled to the toilet just in time and sat there humiliated as the water exploded from his ass.

"Please don't watch me do this, man. It's embarrassing." Tucker pleaded. "I know I have to do it a few more times, but please leave."

"I'm so sorry, man. I am." Ray said compassionately as he quickly left the bathroom.

Tucker sat on the toilet, not moving. His mind raced.

"That fuck just made me douche my ass so his huge cock won't get dirty, and I just took it. What the fuck?" he asked himself.

"Bitch, fuck off," Tucker's mind responded. "He didn't make you do shit. He gave you a legit exit out of this, and you didn't take it. Fuck off and admit you want this."

"I don't want this; I don't," Tucker responded. "I thought for a second I did, but I don't."

"Really?" his mind asked. "Then why the fuck is the bottle back up your chute?"

Tucker, lost in his thoughts, had through his daze refilled the bottle with hot water and was squeezing it into his chute.

"I do want this," Tucker said to himself.

"Told you," his mind said and then vanished for the night.

Tucker had finished cleaning himself. He was looking in the mirror at his body. He was impressed with what he saw. Years of going to the gym had paid off. Tucker was flexing and rubbing his pecs. He was getting himself pumped up.

"I can't bitch out," Tucker thought. "I can't disappoint, daddy."

He cringed noticeably.

"I just called a dude three months older than me, daddy," Tucker said in a whisper.

While calling Ray daddy was unlike him, it was not surprising. Ray was more substantial in both physical size and life experience. And although Tucker was not easily intimidated, Ray had done so from the very beginning. Tucker knew he'd grown up in a shitty part of Detroit, which probably meant Ray could throw down if he had too. Yet, Ray had bucked the system and was going to get out of Detroit and go to college. Tucker was immensely impressed. And on top of this, he made straight A's in school and worked almost full time.

"Fuck, he's a man. I'm just a boy," Tucker thought. "And boys don't like to disappoint daddy."

Tucker thought of a way to make Ray happy.

Thirty minutes later, Tucker stood in the bathroom door, looking longingly at Ray, who was now naked and lying on the bed, stroking his tool. He looked up at Tucker and smiled a wide grin.

Tucker saw the grin on Ray's face and coyly stated, "Does daddy like when his girl is smooth?".

Tucker had shaved his pubes.

Ray lustily spat out his words, "Oh, damn girl. You look fine as fuck. Come over here, now."

Tucker crawled onto the bed and made his way to Ray, who was leaning against the headboard, stroking his meat. When his head got to Ray's crotch, he brushed aside the football player's hand that was stroking the massive rod. He grabbed onto Ray's cock, and the warmth of it surprised him. He gave it a few strokes; then, as he looked into Ray's eyes, he lowered his mouth onto the prodigious cock.

The head of the football player's massive rod tasted salty, and Ray's cock gave off a manly musky scent that filled Tucker's nostrils. Tucker swallowed several inches, and his own cock continued to fill with blood. It twitched and throbbed, telling Tucker that he loved his new role as a bottom boy cocksucker. Ray began to rub Tucker's head with one of his meaty hands coming to a rest on the dome of the baseball player's skull. He slowly began to apply pressure pushing Tucker further down onto his giant tool. Tucker resisted at first but soon submitted to the pressure and eagerly accepted more of Ray's cock into his throat. Tucker had never been this horny, and he thought to himself that he'd gladly spend the next few hours sucking on this god's tool. The thought had not more entered his mind when Ray's hand, still guiding his head, closed around Tucker's hair and swiftly pulled his head up and his mouth off of Ray's cock. Tucker found himself staring into Ray's eyes that were boiling over with lust.

Ray looked at him, and quite forcefully said, "You're going to take daddy's cock now baby girl. Daddy's going to stretch your pussy real good. You ready for this?"

Tucker stammered, "Yes, daddy. Please fuck my pussy."

"That's a good girl. You caught on real quick. You know who the man is here and who isn't," Ray said to him forcefully.

"You're the man, daddy," Tucker cooed. "I'm just the girl daddy is going to fuck,"

Tucker wasn't scared at Ray's change in tone and personality. He understood Ray was an Alpha who was extremely horny. Ray wanted something, and Tucker would give it to him. Tucker still felt safe. Tucker knew that Ray was somewhat mocking him by calling him baby girl, suggesting that he was like a woman. Tucker didn't care. Tucker was so caught up in the moment that he was willing to shed his masculinity and submit to this perfect example of a man. Tucker crawled to the top of the bed and laid on his back.

Ray shifted positions and placed himself between Tuckers now spread legs. With his lube covering his tool, Ray grabbed onto Tucker's ankles lifting the baseball player's legs, exposing a beautiful pink hole with just a hint of hair. The highly recruited defensive end grabbed his cock at the base and aimed at Tucker's entrance. He quickly realized this was a bad idea. Ray had gotten too worked up and forgot he had to take care of Tucker. He had to prep this boy for what was about to happen.

Ray was on his knees, he wrapped his arm under Tucker and lifted Tucker's crotch to his face. Tucker was now laying on the upper portion of his back with his head bent so that his chin was touching his chest. His ass was pointed towards the ceiling about two feet off the mattress. Ray's mouth dove into Tucker's hole, and he began to eat his chute with abandon. Tucker began to moan. His moans soon turned to whimpers.

Ray assaulted Tucker's hole for almost 20 minutes. His pace never slowed. Tucker was in an uncomfortable position, but this was of no concern. His virgin hole was sending pleasure signals throughout his body. Tucker could take no more.

"Fuck me daddy, please fuck my pussy," Tucker begged.

"You've really never had your pussy fucked before?" Ray asked Tucker.

"No, daddy," Tucker panted. "You will be my first."

Ray smiled a devilish grin and told Tucker, "You ain't ever going to forget this."

Ray returned Tucker to his back and grabbed onto Tucker's ankles, lifting his legs. Tucker's exposed hole was wet with saliva. The cock was aimed at the baseball player's chute. And with a very slight push, Ray's head entered Tucker. As his sphincter stretched Tucker felt a bolt of intense pain run up his entire body. He was soon shocked when the pain suddenly subsided. His ass still hurt but it was a dull ache. And if felt so good.

"Fuck, you're fucking me," Tucker moaned.

Ray kept pushing. Two inches were now in Tucker's chute.

The future SPC whimpered, "Stretch my pussy, daddy,"

Four inches.

Ray said, in a very caring way, "Damn, baby girl. Your pussy is so sweet. Fuck, you're tight."

Inch by slow inch, Ray continued to push into Tucker's tunnel. He was amazed that this Texas boy seemed to be taking it all. Ray heard him moan and whimper but there were no tears. It took about 15 minutes, but Ray found he was balls deep.

"Damn, he took it all. Holy shit, I'm impaling this kid," Ray said to himself."

"I'm all in you," Ray said to Tucker softly.

Tucker found it hard to speak, but he whispered a reply, "Just stay still for a while, daddy. Please let me get used to your cock".

Ray responded, "It's all good. We can take our time".

Tucker continued to look up at Ray as his cock rested in his aching tunnel. He felt a growing sense of ecstasy. His erection was at full mast, and he noticed that he was leaking volumes for precum. Tucker knew not to touch his dick, though. He was fully aware that he would immediately shoot a massive load if he did so. He could feel Ray's cock throbbing inside him, and he was convinced that it was continuing to grow with each passing second. He knew that he would not be able to take Ray's cock for much longer, so he finally spoke after 3 or 4 minutes.

 "Give me your load now, daddy.", Tucker said passionately.

Ray began to thrust his hips back and forth, moving his monstrous cock in Tucker's chute. He said nothing; he was focused solely on Tucker's hole and the pleasure he was feeling. He had fucked more than a few guys in the past couple of years, but Tucker was the first to take his entire cock. He fully understood that he was not going to last long. Tucker was just so tight, and he quite possibly was the horniest he had ever been. And he didn't care. This white boy wanted his load bad, and he aimed to give it to him.

Ray was looking intently into Tucker's eyes as he pistoned his cock in and out of his hole. Suddenly Tucker's eyes rolled slightly back into his head, and he began to shake. For a split second, Ray was confused until he saw Tucker's cock shooting large ropes of cum. The first three or four shots of jizz landed squarely on Tucker's face. The baseball player began to lick the large globe of cum that had landed on his lower lip. Cum began to run down Tucker's cheeks in pearly white streams.

The sight of Tucker's face glazed with seed pushed Ray over the edge. His massive tool began to spew cum into Tucker's tunnel. Tucker's ass sensed this and began to throb and convulse as this invasion of warm thick fluid overpowered it. Ray tried to count the number of cum blasts he blew into Tucker, but he lost count at eight. When he was sure he had no more cum to give Tucker, he slowly removed his cock from the now battered rectum. Tucker whimpered as Ray's cock finally exited, and the baseball player's sphincter was no longer stretched to its limit. Ray was shocked as a vast amount cum flowed freely from Tucker's gaping hole. Ray was mesmerized by Tucker's hole as it pulsed and flexed to expel his load. He tenderly began to use his meaty index finger to push the load back insideTucker's shaft. When done with this, he fell by Tucker's side, and they embraced.

"Thank you, daddy," Tucker said exhaustedly. They both were asleep in mere minutes.

"Oh, yeah. I remember that now. That guy fucked you real good.", Tucker's mind commented.

"Yes, yes, he did," Tucker fondly remembered. "Ray took my virginity of sorts, and I'm extremely grateful that it was Ray that did it."

With this thought, a question came to Tucker.

"Is Ryan a virgin?" Tucker wondered.

Tucker attempted to answer himself. It would be a bit odd that a guy like his platoon leader could still be a virgin. Ryan was stunningly good looking. Plenty of men over the years, and probably even more women, would have gone to all sorts of measures to get into his pants. And although the LT was an arrogant prick, this mattered little to people when they were horned up and ready to fuck or get fucked. Yet, if Ryan were a virgin, it would explain a great deal. The LT was clearly inexperienced, at least when it came to gay sex. His lack of self-control indicated a certain level of excitement often found in those experiencing something for the first time.

Tucker's thoughts were interrupted when he sensed his platoon leader standing next to the couch. Tucker looked up and saw Ryan a few feet away. The Specialist breathing slowed as he took in what he saw. Ryan was now completely smooth. With no pubic hair at all, his platoon leader's cock seemed to be at its tiniest. The sight of Ryan's nub made Tucker's cock twitch and throb.

"Why does that excite me so much," Tucker asked himself. "It makes him seem more vulnerable and innocent. That has to be it."

Tucker noticed that Ryan did not attempt to cover himself. His hands hung by his side, pressed to his thighs. Perhaps he's no longer ashamed of himself. Tucker reasoned this was a good thing. Tucker could tell his platoon leader was aroused at the sight of him wearing nothing but a jock and harness. Ryan's nub was twitching.

"When you enter the room to address me, boy, you need to kneel," Tucker explained.

"I'm sorry, sir," Ryan said, with a pang of disappointment for displeasing Tucker. "It won't happen again."

The platoon leader dropped to his knees, looking downward.

"You are still learning, boy," Tucker continued to explain. "I'm not mad at you."

As he said this, he reached out and rubbed the side of Ryan's face. He could feel the PL push his cheek into his hand.

"He is desperate for physical contact," Tucker thought, rekindling his question about Ryan's virginity.

"Look up at me, boy," Tucker ordered his platoon leader.

Ryan promptly did as he was told.

"This will only work if we are both 100% honest with one another," Tucker began. "If either of us thinks the other might be lying or is dishonest, this will all collapse. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I understand," Ryan responded, truthfully.

"Good. Are you a virgin Lieutenant?" Tucker asked softly.

Had anyone asked Ryan this question the day before, he would have confidently laughed in their face. And then immediately launched into one of his many stories about the numerous chicks he had banged over the years. Ryan had an arsenal of these well-crafted stories perfected through his years at West Point. Yet, that was how he would have reacted yesterday. Today was quite different. The Ryan Cooper of today was clearly on a different path. Kneeling naked and shaved smooth at the feet of one of his soldiers, it was clear what that path was. Ryan had started to accept who he was, and the shame of his virginity seemed to dissipate.

"Yes, sir," Ryan said. "I'm a virgin.”

"With men?" Tucker asked.

"With men and women," Ryan responded shyly. "I was too embarrassed."

"You were embarrassed because of your small cock?" Tucker asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, sir," Ryan replied quickly. "It's so pathetic."

"It's only pathetic compared to mine, boy," Tucker commented. "When you are with me, your small nub serves an important role. It reminds you why you serve me. This should please you."

Tucker reached for the cigar he had pulled out earlier but had decided not to smoke. He needed to calm himself, and cigars helped him with this. As a Specialist, he made less than $30,000 a year, but he splurged on good cigars. It was the one area he allowed himself to go overboard on. Tucker's nerves were getting to him as confusion continued to grow in him. He clipped the end of the cigar and placed it in his mouth. He was still staring down at Ryan as he struck a match and lifted it. Sweet smoke soon began to fill the room.

"Less than 6 hours ago, I hated this guy with every ounce of my being," Tucker thought. "Now I'm starting to feel.......what am I starting to feel? Fuck,"

Tucker began to speak again. "You should be proud of your tiny cock, Lieutenant. It's allowed you to be in the position to serve me. I want you to be proud of it."

"I'll try my best, sir," Ryan meekly stated.

"After PT, you never shower, Lieutenant. You don't want anyone to see your tiny cock is why, correct?" Tucker asked.

Ryan, being reasonably new to the Army, did not fully grasp that soldiers see everything. And soldiers, even though they operate in a hyper-masculine world, often gossip like old women. It was no secret in Ryan's platoon that he never showered after PT. The soldiers noticed this immediately and talked shit about the LT for it. They just assumed he was a bit nasty. It never occurred to them that it was because their PL was sporting a baby cock.

"Fuck. Tucker noticed I don't shower. Who else has noticed?" Ryan wondered.

Ryan began to laugh in his head.

"I'm worried about showers as I kneel here naked at SPC Tucker's feet," Ryan said to himself. Priorities, dumbass."

"Yes, I don't shower because I don't want people to see me," Ryan answered, his voice a bit more confident.

"I have a task for you, Lieutenant. It will be hard, and it may take some time, but I want you to promise me something", Tucker said as he took a puff of his cigar.

"I'll do what you ask me to do, sir," Ryan responded, nervous again.

"When we are back at Stewart, I want you to shower after PT within ten days. I'll give you time to work up the courage to do this. But you need to do it." Tucker said in a fatherly voice.

Ryan had quit breathing. He immediately began to sweat, and he felt a bit weak on his knees.

"Please don't make me do that." Ryan pleaded. "Please, sir."

"I have no intention of making you do anything. I intend to get you to do this because you want to," Tucker said cooly, expecting this response. "As I said, Lieutenant, you should be proud of your tiny cock and not worry about what gossipy soldiers might have to say about it. And trust me on this, once you are in the showers, you'll realize that you are not alone. There are plenty of nubs in there."

Ryan was still not sure. He had hidden his tiny dick for so long that it was almost second nature to him now. Yet, his desire to please Tucker was overpowering him. And they had just started this. To displease him now would be unthinkable.

"I'll try, sir," he said genuinely. "I really will."

"Good boy, I know you won't disappoint me," Tucker said caringly. "And I won't make you do this alone. I'll be there. I know we will have to figure things out when we're back at Stewart. You'll be the PL, and I'll be the SPC, but we will come up with something."

This made Ryan feel safe again, and he relaxed. Thoughts of returning to Stewart briefly jumped in his head. He had wondered if what was going on in this hotel was something that would last this weekend. Or would it follow them back to Fort Stewart? That Tucker indicated, it would pleased Ryan very much.

"However, you have a bit of a control issue, Lieutenant. And that is something we need to fix." Tucker continued. "So, stand up and take a step towards me, boy."

Ryan stood and took a step towards Tucker as the SPC placed his cigar on the end table. The LT knew what was coming. Tucker was going to lock him in a cage. Ryan had seen this in several videos, and the thought of it had excited him. However, his excitement was born of seeing others locked up. He had never considered that he might be the one with his cock in a cage. Sure enough, Tucker withdrew a shiny metal cage from the backpack at his feet. He separated the shaft part of the device from the base that would wrap under Ryan's tiny scrotum.

"Shit, this thing might be too big," Tucker thought. "I bought the tiniest one they had. Fuck".

It fit just fine. LT Ryan Cooper, West Pointer, and Ranger School grad, now stood in front of his soldier with his cock locked in a cage. Tucker leaned back into the couch to savor the view. He was incredibly aroused now. The sight of this silky smooth jock with the near-perfect body standing there locked up brought his erection to a new level. It was time. He had to get off.

"Kneel back down, fag," he ordered Ryan.

Ryan did so. The LT noticed Tucker had called him fag. It had been boy for quite a while now.

"The sight of me caged pushed him over the edge," Ryan realized.

Tucker had pushed his jock to one side and was now stroking his meat, looking up at his prize. His eyes bore into Ryan, who looked away. The PL felt weak for not being able to return the gaze. His own cock was not growing in its new home. Ryan felt the cool metal as his tiny shaft swelled.

"Now, faggot," was all Tucker said.

Ryan dropped to all fours and crawled over to Tucker.

"Fuck. This boy knows how to please," Tucker moaned to himself.

Ryan's head was soon at Tucker's cock. The LT could feel the heat as is emanated from the Specialist's throbbing meat. Ryan lightly licked at Tucker's cock head.

"Finally. I finally get to taste SPC Tucker," he thought.

He stopped briefly and looked up at Tucker.

"Thank you, sir," he said.

Ryan's mouth immediately returned to Tucker's shaft, savoring the precum. He slowly began to work his mouth down. His cock, now fully engorged to its maximum three inches, pressed against the sides of the cage. The tight feeling felt oddly pleasurable. Ryan continued to lower his mouth. Tucker's tool was pushing at the back of this throat. He began to gag and cough but did now slow. Ryan could sense that Tucker was starting to thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper. Ryan was lost in pleasure. After about 15 minutes of his cock being swallowed by his, PL Tucker grabbed the LT's hair and pulled his head off his meat with one swift yank. He glared at his platoon leader as saliva dripped from the corners of Ryan's mouth.

"How do you like my cock, faggot?" Tucker snarled.

Ryan was panting, "I love your cock, sir. Please feed it to me."

Tucker had a pang of guilt for treating Ryan like this and calling him a faggot. But he knew his platoon leader wanted this and more. Tucker continued. He started to slap Tucker's face with his cock. The LT's face was soon covered with spit.

"I knew you were a cocksucker the first time I saw you, faggot. I saw it in your eyes," Tucker said menacingly. "I saw how you looked at the soldiers...dreaming of them taking you and gang banging you four hours on end."

He continued to slap Ryan's face with his meat.

"Get back on it, faggot. I got a big tasty load ready for you," Tucker ordered.

Ryan's mouth was soon back on SPC Tucker's shaft. Ryan took his cock even deeper. Tucker realized he was closer than he had thought. He once more ripped Ryan from his cock. Ryan looked up at him with an open mouth and pleading eyes. He had planned to blow his load down the LT's throat, but seeing his platoon leader look up like this, he knew he had to glaze his face. Tucker was feverishly stroking his cock still wet with Ryan's spit. The Specialist felt his balls churn. This load had been building since he ran into Ryan at the video store. Tucker knew it would be epic. The first of 8 ropes of thick hot spunk flew from Tucker's cock. The first glob landed in Ryan's hair while the rest splattered all over his platoon leader's pretty face from his forehead to his chin. The jizz was so thick that it clung to Ryan's face, barely moving. Ryan's eyes told Tucker all he needed to know. The LT was in paradise.

"Damn, boy," Tucker said, panting. "Such an amazing job. Your hole might be virginal, but that mouth is not. You've had practice."

Tucker paused, still breathing heavily and looking down at Ryan.

"Seriously, sir, that was fucking amazing head. Gold star for you, fuck," Tucker said between breaths.

The soldier in Tucker had come out temporarily when he had referred to LT Cooper as sir. He hadn't even realized it.

"He called me, sir," Ryan thought.

This pleased the LT. He was very happy with where things were going, but it was still important to him that Tucker respect him as an officer and soldier.

"I might be a faggot, but I'm still good at what I do," Ryan said to himself, still savoring the feeling of Tucker's spunk covering his face.

“Go look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, boy," Tucker ordered. "And then take a shower. The night is still young, and I want to go out.”

“We are going out? As in out in public?” Ryan thought to himself somewhat worried. “Fuck.”

Ryan paused for a second as this thought coursed through his brain. Then LT Ryan Cooper did as he was ordered and made his way to the bathroom as SPC Cooper's thick load dripped from his face onto his hairless chest.