The Platoon Leader's Descent

The Hotel Room

Ryan quickly dressed and made his way to his car parked on the other side of the lot. He turned on the engine and placed the AC on high. It wasn't that hot out, but he was sweating horribly. He had only been in Tucker's truck for about 15 minutes, but it had seemed like an eternity. He sat there staring at the steering wheel, going over the events of the last few minutes in his head. One second he was a confident, borderline arrogant, officer in the US Army that had graduated from the country's top military academy. The next second he was naked and crying as he was forced to masturbate while being filmed. All while some piece of shit enlisted punk mocked him because of his tiny cock.

"How the fuck am I going to get out of this," Ryan thought, even though he knew that was most likely impossible.

Tucker now had two videos of him. The first showed him sucking a dude off and taking a massive shot of jizz to his grill, and the second showed him jerking on his boy cock while crying like a little bitch. If these videos got out, it would be the end of him and his Army career. He knew he’d have to play Tucker's game for a while. He would have to figure a way to outsmart Tucker at some point and turn the tables on him, but for now, he had no choice. Tucker was in control, and he'd have to do as he said. Tucker had mentioned "training" twice while he was in the truck with him. Ryan wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he had an idea.

Ryan quickly realized something else. Tucker would, at some point, fuck him. And this terrified the once confident LT. He had sucked off plenty of dudes over the years, but he had never been penetrated. And he knew that Tucker was packing a seriously large cock.

The young officer had seen Tucker naked in the gym locker room at Fort Stewart. Tucker had been walking into the shower as Ryan was leaving after changing. He had not showered as usual. The LT was amazed at how large Tucker’s cock was, and he had even gotten hard while staring at Tucker's impressive tool. It had made him jealous that Tucker was gifted with such a large cock while he was cursed with sporting such a tiny and pathetic dick.

It embarrassed Ryan now, but after seeing Tucker's cock at the gym, he had been unable to quit thinking about it the rest of the day. At several points throughout that afternoon, his tiny cock had grown hard, making a small tent in the pants of his ACUs. On his drive home that night, he had spent most of the 30-minute ride picturing Tucker naked while the Specialist stroked his massive piece of meat. By the time he got to his apartment, he had worked himself into a near frenzy. He began to strip off his uniform as he walked through the door. He then began what he had come to think of as his "dirty little routine."

Ryan was soon naked. He went to an old backpack he kept in his closet. Inside the bag were 9 or 10 jocks that he had ordered over the past few months. The LT laid them out on the bed to pick one out. The jocks were not the white or black style that athletes wore; these jocks were an assortment of greens, reds, yellow, and orange. They all had a more feminine cut than normal jockstraps.  Ryan would not admit it to himself, but his favorite was the hot pink jock with the incredibly small pouch. It fit his tiny cock perfectly. Anyone who might have seen him wear it would have known instantly that LT Cooper was sporting a boy cock. This thought, like so much else about himself, would not be admitted to by Ryan. He, as usual, put on the pink jock and returned to the backpack pulling out a skinny three-inch-long vibrator and a bottle of lube.

Ryan then started his "routine." He laid on his back in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of his room with his back supported by two big pillows. He raised his legs to expose his hole. Ryan used the pillows so that he could get a better view of himself in the mirror. The PL applied a large amount of lube to his index finger and began to rub it into his virginal opening. He lubed the vibrator and slowly started to insert it into his chute. The vibrator was small, but it still caused him some pain. Once fully in, he turned it on and let it do its magic. He was soon panting like a dog in heat. Ryan began to sweat profusely. Watching himself in the mirror always worked him into a state of total lust. The LT loved seeing himself in the bright pink jock with the vibrator crammed in his ass. When he normally did this, he would last a few minutes watching himself before he pushed the jock pouch to one side to jerk his tiny meat. Today was different. He laid there for 10 to 15 minutes getting off on what he saw. He didn't want it to end, so he refused to touch himself. For the first time ever, he began to speak out loud to himself. The fantasy had taken over. He closed his eyes.

"Fuck me, Specialist Tucker. Fuck me good. I'm a slutty little boy," Ryan said in a barely audible whisper.

His words shocked him. Had Ryan ever been honest about his true sexual desires, they would not have been remotely surprising.

"Your fat cock feels so good in me. Pound my hole good. I want your cum in me Specialist", he moaned, a little louder than before. His words were stilted and a bit awkward. Ryan was not use to speaking in such a way.

His eyes were still closed. He reached down with his right hand and began to push on the base of the vibrator that protruded from his tight chute. Ryan wanted it deeper inside him. He knew Tucker would be deeper if he were genuinely fucking him; he wanted that feeling.

Ryan kept moaning more words. "Your cock is so much bigger than mine Specialist. You're a real man. I'm just a little pussy boy."

With this last comment, Ryan could not hold out any longer. He pushed the jock pouch to one side and began to beat his cock. He came within three seconds of the first stroke. He laid on the floor, panting. Unsure of what had just taken place. His routine had never got that intense. And he had never spoken such words before. Ryan continued to lay there, pondering tonight's session. As soon as he had cum, he had pushed the vibrator out of his chute with his ass muscles. Ryan could hear it vibrating on the bedroom floor. He didn't move for almost 20 minutes.

His iPhone began to ring, breaking his trance. It was Friday and knew his bud 2LT Dan Wilkes would be calling to make plans to meet up. Ryan jumped up to answer the phone. He was now feeling somewhat foolish, wearing a pink jock. As he laid there in those last 20 minutes, he had slowly rubbed his hands all over his smooth stomach, smearing the jizz into his hand. He then began to finger his still lubed hole with his nut.

He very quietly kept repeating the same sentence, "Fuck me, Tucker. Fuck me."

Within an hour Ryan was at a bar with Dan and some other lieutenants. Ryan was telling them a bullshit story about two flight attendants he had banged after the Army/Navy game his senior year. His fantasy about Tucker was now smothered under the weight of the lies he told others and himself.

As Tucker drove away from the video store he could not believe how lucky he was. Had he walked into the backroom five minutes later, he would have missed LT Cooper's show and the chance to video it. Yeah, he probably would have seen his PL, but that would have meant that he would just know Cooper was a queer boy. Without the video, Cooper would have walked away from the video store, a free man.

"Not now, you fag. I have you by the balls," Tucker said to himself.

Tucker spent the next hour picking up some things for the night he had planned out in his head for LT Cooper. When he made his way back to his hotel, his cock was still pushing into his pants with no sign of letting up. Tucker desperately wanted to rub one out, but he held off. He wanted to save his load for Cooper. He laid on his bed and cracked a beer. He savored the taste as he fantasized about the upcoming night. His excitement got the best of him, and he decided to call PFC Lance Gibbons. Gibbons was another gay soldier in his company, although he was in a different platoon Gibbons shared Tucker's hatred for 2LT Cooper. He thought Gibbons would get a kick out of this. Tucker picked up his iPhone and dialed Gibbons.

"Yo, what's up, man," Gibbons said, after picking up on the third ring, "you in Atlanta yet?"

Tucker replied quickly, "Fuck, man. I got here about two hours ago. And you're not going to believe this shit".

Tucker then told Gibbons the entire story of his run-in with LT Cooper. He covered every detail from realizing it was the LT sucking the dude off to throwing the socks in Cooper's face as he left the parking lot.

"Holy fucking shit, man," Gibbons exclaimed, "that is fucking insane, bro. My gaydar fuckng sucks I guess. I had no clue Cooper played for our team.”

"Yeah, man. No doubt," Tucker responded. "I can't wait to dominate this little prick tonight. You want me to send you the vids?"

Tucker and Gibbons had never fooled around, but they had many long discussions about sex, and Tucker knew Gibbons was into the whole domination scene. He was sure Gibbons was getting off on this. Thus, he was shocked when Gibbons responded.

"Are you fucking kidding me, man?", Gibbons stated sternly. "I don't want those vids anywhere near my fucking phone."

Tucker was shocked.

"Really? I thought you'd be jonesing to see this shit." Tucker responded, perplexed.

Gibbons was the type that freely spoke his mind on all issues. He rarely held back. A trait that Tucker respected very much. Tucker would later realize that Gibbons had saved him from a world of some serious trouble.

"Dude, this ain't domination. This is rape, bro. You filmed him against his will and then blackmailed him? Fuck man. Are you fucking insane? If Cooper reports this, you are ten kinds of fucked man. And I don't want any part of it. Do not send me those videos," Gibbons said forcefully.

Tucker was caught off guard about this. Doubts began to enter his head about his plans for the night, but he still tried to convince Gibbons, and himself, that all was good.

"No way. No way Cooper reports this man. He's too much of a hardcore closet case. He won’t risk the embarrassment," Tucker stated.

"And you think he'll choose being humiliated by you sexually against his will over being embarrassed that people might find out he's gay if he reports it?" Gibbons asked somewhat sarcastically. "That's a stretch. You may get a few hours degrading him, but he's too proud, man. Eventually, he's gonna walk away, and he'll be out for revenge. And getting your ass sent to prison for a few years is pretty good fucking revenge."

Tucker was now less sure of his plan. He began to think Gibbons might be correct.

"And this ain't domination. As I said, what you are planning is rape. Do you want to impress me? Get that piece of shit to submit to you through sheer force of will. Get him to submit because he wants to. Not because he has to man," Gibbons explained.

Tucker didn't say anything for a while. He finally spoke.

"God damn it, Lance. Are you always fucking correct? Tucker asked, laughing.

"Pretty much. Then again, being smarter than your redneck Texas ass is pretty easy," Gibbons said, laughing. "Plus man, this ain't you. You're one pervy fuck for sure, but you're better than this. Erase those vids, man. And then dominate that fuck because you make that little bitch realize it’s what he wants."

"Consider it done. I'll delete them as soon as he gets here tonight," Tucker responded with a sigh. "But if I don't get to fuck him when I get back to Stewart, you're giving my your ass."

"Good luck with that," Gibbons retorted.

After hanging up, Tucker laid in bed, going over what Gibbons had said to him. He knew Lance was correct. He had to change the course. Tucker desperately wanted to punish fuck Cooper, but it had to be through force of will and not through coercion by blackmail.

"How the fuck do I do this?" Tucker said, staring at the ceiling of his hotel room. "How the fuck do I convince this dickhead that he wants me to dominate him without the videos?"

He laid there, staring at the ceiling for 10 to 15 minutes. Then it hit him.

"Fuck, I'm retarded," Tucker said out loud to his empty room. "I don't have to convince Cooper that he wants to be dominated. He clearly wants it. When I was mocking and belittling him, his little cock was rock hard the entire time. He clearly wants it".

Tucker continued to stare at the ceiling. Not entirely convinced he had broken the code. His brain was in overdrive, working towards a solution. Finally, it hit him.

"I don't have to convince him of what he clearly wants. I just need to make sure he has the time to process his feelings. Cooper is obviously a timid closet case. If he gets too scared, he'll run. This is all about time," Tucker thought.

He now knew what he had to do. Tucker jumped up and took a shower and got dressed in some clean clothes. He sat on the couch and began to drink some more beer casually watching Sports Center.

Almost to the second, there was a knock at his door at 9 PM.

"I'd expect nothing less from such a high-speed officer," Tucker thought to himself. "Be cool, man, don't blow it."

Tucker answered the door, and there stood Ryan Cooper. He had clearly just showered also. His hair was wet, and he wore different clothes. He now had on pair of jeans and a maroon polo shirt. He looked quite nervous. Tucker wondered if he was erect.

"Yeah, he's hard. He wants this," Tucker thought confidently.

"Come on in LT.," Tucker said casually. "Go ahead and take a seat on the couch."

Ryan made his way to the couch. He was moving with caution, unsure of where this was going. Ryan was in very unfamiliar territory now and, for obvious reasons, was quite skeptical of Tucker. He was not used to this feeling. For years, Cooper had been very much in control of himself and the environments in which he operated. He sat on the couch with his hands resting in his lap.

"Want a beer, LT," Tucker asked him as he opened one for himself.

"Let's cut with the bullshit we're buddies crap, Tucker," Ryan said bitterly. "We aren't buds and never will be. I'm here because I have no choice. Do what you want to do, and let's be done with it."

The return of Cooper's backbone caught Tucker a bit off guard. He wondered if the LT had been drinking.

"Fuck, I'd be shitfaced by now if I was in his shoes," Tucker thought.

"OK, LT. I hear you," Tucker began calmly.

He grabbed the seat from the desk and placed it directly in front of Ryan. He sat down, leaning back into the chair.

"First things first," Tucker started. "At some point tonight, you will be on your back with your legs in the air, and my fat cock will be buried deep in that pretty hole of yours. You will be moaning and whimpering and in complete ecstasy. And that tiny itty bitty cock of yours will be dripping precum like a leaky faucet."

Tucker paused. He wanted to give Ryan time to picture this.

"And do you know why my cock is going to end up in that pretty hole of yours, LT?" Tucker asked

"Uhhhhhh.....you have videos of me, man. What choice do I have?" Ryan responded, desperately trying to control his voice."

"Wrong, LT. Very wrong," Tucker corrected him.

Ryan reached down and rubbed the front of his pants as if to rearrange his cock.

"In about 10 minutes, I am going to hand you my phone. At that time, you will be free to delete the two videos I have of you. You then will be allowed as much time as you want to search through every app, file, and data folder on my phone to ensure the videos were not texted, emailed, or saved elsewhere."

Tucker paused for a few moments to allow Ryan to process what he was saying. He then continued.

"Once you are satisfied that the videos are genuinely deleted, I will let you get on my computer over there on the desk. You will be allowed to look through a particular file. This file has numerous videos of me in very embarrassing situations. One of them shows me being spit roasted by two Auburn frat boys. It's very graphic. You are free to email as many of those videos as you'd like to yourself. At which point you will hold all the cards, and I will be in the position in which you find yourself now. So even if I did somehow send those vides somewhere I won’t be able to use them. Sort of a Mutual Assured Destruction type thing."

While there was indeed a file on Tucker's computer with videos showing him in compromising positions, there wasn't one showing him being spit roasted by two Auburn frat boys. The Specialist just wanted Ryan to get this image in his head to increase his horniness. Tucker knew that Ryan had probably beaten his cock plenty of times over the years as he pictured two such men using him like that.

Tucker noticed that Ryan seemed to have quit breathing. The look on his face was contorted, not understanding what was taking place. Ryan seemed to gather his composure, and he finally spoke.

"OK, and what's the catch," the LT asked suspiciously.

"The catch is simple," Tucker said coolly. "For the next 10 minutes, you simply have to have a conversation with me and must be completely honest. That’s it”

Tucker noticed that Ryan’s breathing had become quite rapid, and his face was beginning to flush. A few small beads of sweat had appeared on the LT's forehead.

"How do I know you aren't just fucking with me?" Ryan asked in a low voice.

"You don't know this, nor will I be able to convince you." Tucker continued, still quite calm. "But what do you have to lose? If I am indeed fucking with you, which I am not, you'll simply be in the same position you find yourself now when the 10 minutes are up. Again, you have nothing to lose."

Ryan said nothing for quite a while. His mind was attempting to compute what he had just heard. He could feel his face continuing to turn red, and the room felt hot. Trickles of sweat ran down his spine. Ryan's hands clenched into tight fists in the vain attempt to control his boy.

"We have a deal, Tucker," he finally said.

"Good. The 10 minutes start now then," Tucker said, looking at his watch.

Tucker took a swing of beer.

"The truth is, LT, I realized a few hours ago that the videos I have of you sucking cock and jerking your tiny nub are not needed." Tucker began. "They aren't needed because it is quite clear that the thought of me taking your ass is what you want."

Tucker took another sip of beer.

The Specialist continued, "You want me to rip your clothes from that hard body of yours, LT Cooper. You want me to force you to your knees and shove my fat cock down your throat. You fantasize about how I will roughly bend you over and cram my big dick, still wet with your spit, up that tight pink chute of yours."

He paused and opened another beer and took a long swig. Ryan was staring intently at his cock as he knew he would.

"You want one, LT?" Tucker said, casually holding his beer up towards Ryan.

"No, thank you.", Ryan said formally.

Tucker shrugged and continued his commentary, "And since you want it so bad, there is no need to threaten you with silly blackmail is there?. I also know that you don't just want me to fuck you. Your desires run much deeper than that, don't they LT?"

Ryan said nothing. He merely stared at Tucker. His mouth was slightly agape, and his breathing had become low pants. His mouth was dry.

"He's nibbling at the line," Tucker thought. "He'll bite soon, and I'll be able to set the hook."

"Yes, you're desires run much deeper than a simple fuck," Tucker said seductively. "You want to be owned. You want someone to degrade you. You want someone to humiliate you. LT Ryan Cooper wants to be treated like a whore. It's so obvious. Do you know why it's so obvious?"

Ryan finally spoke.

"No," he said as his voice cracked.

"Because right now that tiny cock of yours is harder than it’s ever been in your life. My words have worked you into a near frenzy of lust. You're leaking precum into those cute white undies you wear. You desperately want to whip it out and beat your nub like it owes you money. You're rock hard, aren't you, LT?" Tucker asked.

Ryan was mute.

"The thought of a lowly Specialist bending you over and making you his bitch has you on the verge, doesn't it?" Tucker asked in a mocking voice. “I saw it in your eyes this afternoon LT. When I made you strip naked and jerk that sad little thing. You were humiliated and crying. Your pride was destroyed but you loved every single fucking second of it. It got you hard, so very hard. I would no be surprised if you’ve been erect since then.”

"I.......I'm not hard," Ryan stuttered.

Ryan knew this lie was ridiculously transparent. And he knew what SPC Tucker was doing to him. Tucker was attempting to get him worked into a frenzy so that he would cave and give the Specialist what he wanted. And the LT knew that SPC Tucker wanted his ass and mouth so very much. Tucker had played tough in the truck earlier in the day, but the LT, even as inexperienced as he was in such matters, clearly recognized lust when he saw it.

"So why not just use the videos against me and just take what he wants?" Ryan asked himself.

This confused Ryan. His face showed that he was perplexed. Tucker was watching him at this very moment and confused this for despair.

"Quit lying to me, LT. Our deal was that you would be truthful," Tucker said slowly, looking Ryan directly in his eyes. "We both know you're hard. We both know that your fantasizing about the lowly Specialist making the stud platoon leader his cumdump.”

A smile appeared on Ryan's face.

The LT thought to himself, "He's conscious got the best of him. He thought he had bested me, and then something happened. He realized that what he had done was wrong. Tucker is trying to get what he wants without being a monster. He really is going to let me delete those videos. I’m going to be free from this soon. I can walk away."

Ryan's smile began to fade as his thoughts turned from Tucker to himself.

"So why not give him what he wants? Ryan asked himself.

With this question Ryan, for the first time, began to come to grips with what his desires truly were. Over the years, Ryan had many masturbatory fantasies in which his desires made themselves known. However,  they had always quickly retreated into the recesses of his mind as soon as he had shot his load. Now they came spilling out, and his mind reeled from the onslaught. 

"I want him to fuck me," Ryan lusted. "I want Tucker to take that gigantic cock and shove it deep in my ass. I need to feel him blow his load in me while he calls me faggot. I want to whimper and moan as he uses me for days on end. I want this so fucking bad."

Ryan reached down and unconsciously rubbed his cock.

His thoughts did not let up, "So why fight this? Give him what he wants since you want the same fucking thing. You're 23 and still a virgin. Enough already. Give in."

It had been a mere 2 minutes since Tucker had told Ryan to quit lying and admit to having an erection. Tucker had let the LT sit quietly, knowing the young officer was coming to grips with the situation.

Yes, SPC Tucker. I'm hard. Very fucking hard." Ryan stated in a clear and purposeful voice. "However, your 10 minutes are up. Please give me your phone."

This caught Tucker off guard. He had lost track of time, and the 10 minutes had flown by so very quickly. He handed the LT his phone, unsure of where things stood. Tucker had felt quite confident about himself until the LT had spoken.

"Fuck. He sounded so sure of himself and so confident," the SPC thought. "He didn't bite, though. He's about to walk out the door."

Ryan sat there for 15 minutes, saying nothing as he went through Tucker's phone with a fine-toothed comb. The LT might have been a frat boy type jock, but he knew his way around an iPhone. Another secret he held was that he was a huge tech nerd. Ryan loved his iPhone and iPad. He knew the iOS system like the back of his hand. If Tucker had indeed saved the videos or sent them out, Ryan would know. Once the videos were deleted, and he was confident Tucker had not saved them elsewhere or sent them to someone, he handed the phone back to the Specialist.

"You seem to be a man of your word SPC Tucker," Ryan said. "I don't need to get on your computer. I have zero desire to have your videos. I might be an arrogant fuck, but I'm not a piece of shit that attempts to blackmail people. So, it would seem we are done here."

Tucker responded quietly, "Yes, I guess we are."

Ryan stood up and walked towards the door. Tucker didn't stand. He remained motionless in his chair.

"So damn close," Tucker thought. "So damn close."

Ryan took a few steps from the couch and stopped. He stood a few feet to the left of SPC Tucker. The LT turned to him and slowly started to remove his shirt. Tucker had turned in his chair when he sensed the LT had stopped moving towards the door. The LT dropped his shirt to the floor and rubbed his hard pecs with his right hand. Ryan then kicked off his flip flops and began to lower his pants, which he quickly kicked towards the couch. The LT stood still for a moment standing there in his white briefs. There was a large wet spot on them from the precum that had been leaking into them. Ryan pulled the briefs to his feet, and they soon joined his pants by the couch. The Lieutenant's three-inch cock was twitching as blood continued to flow into the tiny shaft. Its tiny head was slick and shiny as precum continued to ooze out. Ryan slowly dropped to his knees; he looked at the floor and spoke.

"It's all true, sir. Everything you said about me was true," he said meekly.

Tucker slowly stood up and took a step towards Ryan. His crotch now inches from the LT's downturned head. He reached out with his right hand and gently caressed the side of the LT's face.

"Do you submit to me, boy?" he asked softly.

"Yes, sir. I submit to you, sir," Ryan Cooper said, just as softly.

Tucker's mind began to churn with Ryan's subjugation to him.

"Move slowly now. Very slowly. Solidify in Ryan’s mind his new role, but don't push too hard," Tucker thought as his mind raced.

Tucker began to undress. First, his shirt, then his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his cock sprung out as soon as the waistband of his pants cleared his hips. He now stood in front of his still kneeling platoon leader. Tucker was flaccid. It had been difficult be he had made sure to stay soft throughout the past few minutes knowing this moment might come.

"Stand up, boy," he ordered his PL.

Ryan stood. He was still looking towards the floor. Tucker could see that his face was flush, almost crimson.

"Is this humiliation or excitement?" Tucker wondered. "Perhaps both?"

Tucker took his limp cock and began to rub it against Ryan's tiny erection.

"Look, boy. Look at our cocks." Tucker ordered.

The LT had been gazing at Tucker's cock since the SPC first pulled down his pants. When Tucker had started to rub his meat against his tiny root, he, for a brief second, thought that he might cum. His excitement was overpowering him. Ryan managed to control his balls, and the feeling soon subsided.

"This is why you submitted to me," Tucker slowly said. "I'm twice as large as you right now. And I'm not even erect. My soft cock is twice as big as you are hard. Think about that for a moment."

Tuckers stayed silent. He continued to rub his soft meat on Ryan's erect nub.

"Do you grasp what this means?" Tucker asked.

Ryan spoke, his voice barely a whisper, "No, sir. I don't understand."

Tucker still rubbed his cock on Ryan's nub. His platoon leader's cock was still pumping out precum. Tucker was a bit surprised such a tiny thing could produce so much of the fluid.

"In the simplest terms, it means I'm twice the man that you are, boy," Tucker stated firmly, "it shows I'm stronger, more virile than you. In a more complex way, it makes me the Alpha and you the Beta."

Tucker continued to slap Ryan's nub with his meat. He was becoming erect now. Blood was pumping into his shaft, and his cock began to stand firm.

"And as we all know, the Beta serves the Alpha," Tucker continued, "The Beta does as the Alpha tells him...without pause or hesitation. The Beta serves the Alpha. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, sir. I understand now." Ryan whispered.

Ryan's face was still crimson red. His whole body began to flush. Ryan felt the heat his body was producing. Beads of sweat soon began to run down his forehead and smooth chest. His tiny balls soon sprang back to life. Panic began to come over him as he knew that he might not be able to contain himself.

"Please, no. Please don't let this happen," Ryan pleaded with himself.

"What do you understand, boy?" Tucker asked.

The Specialist needed to hear his platoon leader say it. He was fully erect now.

"I am the Beta, and you are the Alpha. I serve you." Ryan said with conviction.

Ryan was still desperately trying to control his body.

"Good, boy," Tucker told him. "I knew you'd be a quick learner.

Tucker began to rub is now fully erect nine-inch root on Ryan's cock with much more force. He loved seeing his thick hog overpower his PL's pathetic penis. He heard Ryan gasp.

"Fuck," was all Ryan got out.

The platoon leaders cock twitched wildly as three small ropes of jizz began to shoot from his tiny head—much of it landing on Tuckers fully engorged pole.

Ryan's head fell entirely to his chest.

"I'm so sorry, sir," Ryan said pitifully. "I can't control myself."

Tucker gazed at his cock now smeared with his PL's load.

"I should be fucking furious that he came on me, but how fucking adorable is this? He is so vulnerable right now.", Tucker reasoned. "Time to build a little trust."

"It's OK, boy, don't be embarrassed. I know you can't control yourself around me right now, but we will fix that soon enough," Tucker said in an understanding voice. "However, you made a mess, and you need to clean it up."

Ryan knew what to do without being told. He was inexperienced in this, but the LT was a very intelligent young man. He lowered himself to his knees and, without touching Tucker's cock with his hands, began to lick his spunk from the Specialist's root. Ryan's load tasted salty and slightly bitter be he found he truly enjoyed it. When Tucker's cock was licked clean, Ryan leaned back, his ass rested on his upturned ankles.

"I'm done, sir," Ryan said softly. "Thank you for not getting angry. It won't happen again."

"Please, let it happen again," Tucker thought. "That sort of thing helps you accept how weak you are."

"You did a good job cleaning up your mess, boy. I'm proud of you," Tucker told Ryan.

Tucker reached out and caressed his platoon leader's face. He could tell Ryan had been embarrassed that he had so lost control of himself. Yet, the LT seemed at ease now. He almost seemed proud of himself.

"He's happy I paid him a compliment about cleaning up his mess," Tucker realized. "It's been just a few minutes, and he already wants to please me. He probably doesn't even know it, but I bet he has been wanting this sort of thing since his early high school days. I still need to go slow but not as slow as I first thought. Two more things, and we'll take a break."

"I'm not mad, boy," Tucker said, still caressing Ryan's face. "But we can't have that sort of thing happen again. Until you learn to control yourself, I'm afraid we have to take certain measures to prevent more messes."

Ryan had an idea what this meant, and it both excited and terrified him.

"I understand, sir," Ryan whispered.

"Good, boy Lieutenant.", Tucker said soothingly, "now make your way to the bathroom. I'll be in there in a second."

Ryan made his way to the bathroom and stood by the tub. His cock had started to go soft after he had cum. By the time he'd made it to the into the bathroom, it was fully flaccid. Ryan realized that Tucker had never seen him soft.

"Will he make fun of it even more?" Ryan wondered.

Ryan looked down at his now soft boy cock. When soft, it was barely 1 1/2 inches. He began to reach for it. Ryan thought he could give it a few tugs to get it erect again. Then he stopped, dropping his hand.

"No, he needs to see me like this," Ryan reasoned.

Tucker soon entered the bathroom with something in his hand.

"Stand in the tub, boy. I don't want to mess up the bathroom", he ordered Ryan.

Ryan did as he was told, not sure what was going on. He had thought he knew what was about to happen, but now he was not so sure. Tucker came to the side of the tub with a small pair of battery-operated clippers in his hand. He said nothing and began to clip Ryan's pubes away. He noticed Ryan's now soft cock but said nothing.

"Jesus, that thing is small," the Specialist thought. "No wonder this dude is taking so easily to this."

As he clipped away, Ryan's already short pubes the LT began to grow erect. Tucker still said nothing. This clipping had not occurred to Ryan, but it was not overly surprising to him. He'd seen enough dom/sub pornos to know that the sub was often smooth. However, he jumped a bit when Tucker, on finishing clipping his crotch, began to clip the hair from his left leg.

"Stay, still a boy," Tucker said in an annoyed that startled Ryan.

Tucker clipped the hair from both of Ryan's legs and arms. He even removed the small wisp of hair from the middle of Ryan's chest.

Tucker stepped back to admire his work. He smiled before he spoke.

"Lift your left army, boy," Tucker ordered in a menacing voice.

This was the first time doubt entered Ryan's mind.

"He's going to shave the hair from my armpits." he suddenly realized with horror. "Fuck, I'll look like a woman."

Even with this thought, Ryan complied. The LT was soon hairless from the neck down. Tucker was incredibly aroused now. His erection was aching, and he longed to plunge his cock into his platoon leader's hole, but it was too soon. That would come in a few hours.

"There is a razor and shaving gel in my hygiene kit on the counter, boy," Tucker told Ryan. "Get it and go over the areas I clipped. Boys like you need to be silky smooth. Do you have any hair on your pussy, boy?"

"My pussy?" Ryan asked, genuinely confused.

His inexperience was showing itself.

"Your asshole, boy. Do you have any hair around your asshole?" Tucker asked, stifling a laugh.

"A little bit, I think," Ryan said.

"Let me see your pussy. Bend over and spread your cheeks", Tucker ordered.

Ryan did as he was told. He faced the tub wall and bent over. The PL reached behind himself and spread his cheeks.

"No one has seen my hole before." he thought.

Tucker saw a few hairs that he would shave later, he decided. The sight of his platoon leader spreading his sweet ass like this was almost too much. His cock was throbbing. For a few seconds, he thought of taking Ryan’s pussy right here in the bathroom and dumping his load into him.

"No. Wait, just wait," he said to himself.

He would not deny himself totally, though. Tucker walked behind his platoon leader, who was still keeping his ass cheeks spread. Tucker leaned in and gave Ryan's pink hole a rough lap with his tongue.

He stood up and began to walk out of the bathroom.

"Fuck, boy. You have a tasty pussy," Tucker said over his shoulder as he exited.

Tucker didn't hear his platoon leaders soft whimper as he said this.