The Platoon Leader's Descent

The Backroom

Ryan Cooper could easily have been a poster-boy for the perfect Army officer. At 6’1, 170 lbs., with his square jaw, pale blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and a physique perfected by hours at the gym, he epitomized the squared away young 2nd Lieutenant that the Army adored. He graduated from West Point where he had played football. This added to his poster-boy status.  He knew this, and it showed in a cocky bravado that aired on the side of arrogance that was often off-putting to those he worked and socialized with. Outside of the gym, Ryan's favorite activity was bragging to his officer buddies about all the pussy he scored on the weekends and how he had a line of hot chicks just waiting for the opportunity to jump in his bed. His friends ate it up for the simple reason that it was all so believable, given his good looks and fantastic body. It never crossed their minds that they had, in fact, never seen Ryan with a female, nor had he ever, during his four years at West Point, had a girlfriend.

This was due to two secrets that Ryan guarded with all his might.

First, Ryan had no interest in girls. He had known since HS that he was gay but had told no one that he was attracted to men. Ryan was an infantry officer and in the hyper-masculine world of a combat arms branch of the Army, Ryan believed there would be little tolerance for a gay officer.

Second,  Ryan had an extremely small penis. When erect, he was all of 3 inches, and when flaccid, his cock was little more than a nub. This caused him great self-doubt that fueled his false cockiness. Ryan’s tiny cock was made even more apparent because it was attached to such an Adonis-like frame.  He tried to make his cock appear bigger by keeping his pubes clipped, but this did little to hide the fact he was packing such a small cock. After PT in the morning, he would never shower in the gym showers, given they were located in a big room with no barriers between the showerheads. If anyone ever commented on him not showering, he'd claim he was running late for a meeting with his CO and didn't have time.

Ryan’s shame for having such a small cock had led to a third secret that would have shocked his fellow Lieutenants. At 23, Ryan was still a virgin. The thought of anyone seeing his 3-inch erection caused him such angst that he had avoided any sexual activity that would have led to him being seen nude. While at West Point, he had gone in to New York City several times on the weekends, where he had met numerous guys on Grindr.  He had blown them and loved the feeling of having a hard cock in his mouth, and the thrill of having these men cum deep in his throat had left his nubby cock aching. Yet, he never let them return the favor. He believed they would be sorely disappointed if he whipped out his little boy cock. So, his virginity remained intact.

Ryan was stationed at Fort Stewart, which is about 30 miles outside of Savannah, Georgia. His weekends usually consisted of him and his friends heading into the downtown area of Savannah, hitting up the bars where he pretended to take an interest in the females his group ran into. There were a handful of gay bars in Savannah, and Ryan desperately wanted to visit them, but he couldn't risk someone seeing him at such a place, so he played his "I'm Straight" game. He had been at Fort Stewart for several months when he decided to head to Atlanta, which is about 3.5 hours from Stewart. Ryan wanted to hit up the many gay bars there and hopefully meet some guys that he could blow. It had been almost six months since a man had blown his load into Ryan's mouth; he was longing for the feeling. He was tired of jerking his small cock to the videos on Pornhub. He needed the real thing. Of course, he had no intention of letting any of them see him naked. He would remain fully clothed as he worked their hard cocks with his talented mouth. When he returned to Fort Stewart, he knew his virginity would be in place, and his other secrets would be safe. Ryan was wrong about this. Specialist Tucker would make sure of it.

Specialist Jared Tucker was quite similar to Ryan. He was 6'0, 165, toned, and quite cocky. He had the All American boy next door looks that made the girls go crazy, and the gay boys go crazier. While his physical appearance was similar to Ryan's, he was very different in many ways. Tucker was out of the closet and had zero issues with people knowing he was gay. If someone did have a problem with it and mouthed off about "faggots" or "queers," which happened on occasion in his platoon, Tucker would not hesitate to quickly beat the shit out of the person. This had last happened a few weeks prior when a new PFC had made the mistake of calling Tucker a fudgepacker. After 3 hours at the ER getting 12 stitches from the blow to his face, the PFC had meekly apologized to Jared and wisely steered clear of SPC Tucker from then on.

This had landed Jared in trouble with this platoon leader, but he didn't care, it was worth it. He thought his PL was an asshole anyway. Jared saw him as an arrogant prick who loved to belittle soldiers. His PL was universally despised by everyone in the company. Including the other officers if you believe the rumors. He was so hated that Tucker wondered if he might have an “accident” during their upcoming deployment. He would have liked to punch the PL, but striking an officer was a sure-fire way to end up in some serious hot water.

Tucker had been confined to post for four weekends after punching the mouthy PFC, but he had done his time and was ready to have some fun. He planned to head to Atlanta on the same weekend as Ryan and hit up the bars. He hadn't had any ass for months and was ready to bury his cock deep in some guy's tight hole.

This is an area in which Specialist Tucker was also quite different from Ryan. He most definitely did not have a small cock. Jared was the polar opposite, packing a good nine inches with incredible girth. And he knew how to use it. After all, at 21, he had been fucking for years. He'd lost his virginity at 17 and had never gone more than a few weeks without getting laid.

Tucker had been to Atlanta numerous times and was quite familiar with the gay bars and the various cruising spots that dotted the city. His favorite place was a gay video store on Piedmont Avenue. There was a large back room at the place that had numerous TV screens lining the walls showing various gay videos. There were always good looking guys there willing to suck you off or do more if the mood was right. Tucker went straight there when he arrived in Atlanta on a Friday. Monday was a federal holiday so this was a three-day weekend. It was only 6 PM, but he figured he'd get the night started with some head before he hit the bars. If he lucked out he might find a closet case frat boy from Georgia Tech willing to suck on his significant tool.

Unlike most places like this, the back room was reasonably well lite, so you didn't have to strain to find a good looking dude.  As he entered the room, Jared saw the usual. Older dudes trolling for young guys and a few twinks looking for daddies. Jared noticed a good looking guy against the back wall. He was mid-30s with a few days scruff on his face and long black hair. He was leaning against the wall with his pants around his ankles getting head. While the guy getting a blow job was hot, that dude blowing him was what caught Jared's attention. He looked athletic and clean cut. He wore a baseball cap backward and was quite skilled at sucking cock.

“That has to be a frat boy,” Tucker thought to himself.

His back was to him, so Tucker moved further down the wall to get a better look.

"Holy fucking shit," SPC Tucker swore under his breath. “No fucking way”.

It was his asshole platoon leader, 2LT Cooper. His cocky PL was on his knees with a cock buried deep down his throat and loving every second of it.

“Fuck this guy,” Tucker mumbled to himself as he reached for his iPhone.

It was time to get payback on this prick for all the pain he had caused him and the other soldiers for months. Using his iPhone Tucker discreetly began to film as 2LT Cooper sucked off this guy with abandon. The room, being well lite, made for clear video, and Ryan and the guy were so into what was going on that they didn't' notice as Jared filmed them from less than 10 feet away. Tucker had only been filming about a minute when the guy getting head pulled his dick out of Ryan's mouth. He blew a massive load all over the PL's face. Six or seven large ropes of jizz splattered from his forehead to his chin. The man with the long black hair then used his erect cock to push the copious amounts of nut into Ryan's waiting mouth. Ryan clearly loved the taste of this studs juice. He was licking his shaft clean of every drop, and his eyes were burning with lust. Tucker may have hated his PL but seeing this made his cock grow.

With the show pretty much over, Tucker quit filming and quickly exited the room. He made his way to his truck and watched the video to make sure it was clear that the guy was sucking cock was his PL. It was perfect. Anyone who saw the video would know it was 2LT Ryan Cooper on his knees working a large cock with his mouth. Tucker had LT Cooper's number stored in his phone. All soldiers in the platoon were required to have the phone numbers of the platoon leader and platoon sergeant. He sent a text to Ryan with the video attached.

It read, "Parking lot. Now. I'm in the blue Dodge Ram. Don't make me wait, or every one of your soldiers will see this".

Ryan was still in the backroom of the video store. The taste of the man's nut lingered in his mouth, and Ryan was still incredibly horny. His three-inch cock was poking straight out, making a small tent in the shorts he was wearing. He was going to find one of the private booths that were available. There he could jerk out a load with no chance of anyone seeing his tiny nub. Ryan had just pulled down his shorts in the booth he had found when his phone buzzed.

"God damn it," Ryan swore.

He had to check the message just in case there was a platoon issue that needed is attention.

“Odd”, he thought, when he saw the message was from SPC Tucker. "I wonder what this prick wants?”

When he read the message, his heart seemed to stop beating. He let out an audible gasp. Ryan didn't even have to watch the video that was attached to know what was on it. He understood what he would see if he hit play. He knew in an instant that Tucker had been in the room and filmed as he sucked that guy off. And if he had shot the ending, the video would show him with a face covered in spunk and him greedily lapping up every drop. Ryan’s tiny boner disappeared in an instant. He sat in the booth with his shorts around his ankles, trying to work up the courage to hit play on the video. He had to confirm what was on it. After a few seconds that seemed to stretch on for eternity, he hit play. Sure enough, the video was of him working the guy's cock with his mouth. And the ending was there also. Ryan, with a face covered in jizz.

His world started to collapse. If this video got out, it would ruin him. The Army wouldn't officially do anything as the video was taken against his will, but his ability to lead soldiers would be seriously compromised. After all, soldiers, for the most part, won't take an officer very seriously once they have seen him on his knees, sucking a dude off and taking a massive shot of cum to the grill. And if his fellow PL buddies ever saw it, they would mock him unmercifully. After all his bragging about the vast amounts of pussy he'd supposedly gotten over the years, they would have a field day if they found out he was a cocksucker.

"What does this asshole want," he said out loud in the empty booth.

He figured it had to be money. Specialists make less than $30,000 a year, so Ryan thought Tucker was out for a quick payoff. He was mulling this over when his phone buzzed in his hand. The message alert so startled him that he dropped his phone. He quickly picked it up and saw another message alert from Tucker.

It read, "Don't make me wait, faggot. Get your ass out here now, boy".

"Fuck," Ryan swore to himself.

Being called a faggot and boy by a mere Specialist stung him to his core. He was used to the enlisted soldiers calling him "sir" or "LT Cooper." The idea that one might refer to him as a faggot and get away with it was almost beyond his ability to comprehend. Yet he knew he had to face Tucker and find out what he wanted. He reached down and pulled up his shorts. He noticed that his cock was hard again.

"What the fuck", he thought. "Why am I hard again?"

Ryan made his way to the parking lot. Every step he took seemed to take all his energy. He felt as if he was headed towards his execution. Upon exiting the front of the store, he immediately saw the blue Dodge Ram with SPC Tucker sitting behind the wheel. Tucker made eye contact with Ryan, and he had a  shit-eating grin on his face. Ryan wanted to slap the smile off his smug face, but he knew he was playing with a shitty hand. Tucker had the video and thus had him by the balls. Whatever this little prick wanted, he was probably going to get it. What choice did he have? He walked to the truck and opened the passenger side door and got in.

"You follow orders pretty well, LT", Tucker smugly announced. "Although in the future, I'll expect you to move a bit faster."

"What do you want, asshole?" Ryan said with a great deal of false bravado.

On the inside, he was an emotional wreck, but he wasn't about to let this Specialist know that.

"Now, now, LT. There is no reason to get bitchy.", Tucker stated. "We are just going to have a conversation so that you better understand what the situation is. This will be a one-sided conversation, though. I will speak, and you will listen. I don't have to explain why you'll do as I say, do I? You're a smart guy, after all. You grasp that I'm in control here, don't you?"

As much as it pained him to admit, Ryan knew that Tucker was right. He was in control. So long as he had the video, he was the boss.

"I understand the situation," Ryan meekly stated.

The false bravado had dissipated.

"Sir," Tucker said.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ryan responded.

"You meant to say, 'I understand the situation, sir.'" Tucker shot back forcefully, almost yelling.

The fierceness of his words startled Ryan. And having to call a Specialist sir hurt bad, real bad. It was a massive blow to his delicate ego. Yet, he had no choice.

Once again, he responded meekly, "I understand the situation, sir."

"That's a good faggot. You realize I'm in charge and you will do as I tell you. With this video, I pretty much own your ass, don't I boy?", Tucker said.

"Yes, sir. You do," Ryan responded.

"Good. Now strip faggot.", Tucker shot out.

"What?" Ryan gasped. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"Are you simple, faggot? I said strip. That means take off your fucking clothes," Tucker sneered.

"I can't do that. We're in public, man. There is no way," Ryan pleaded. His voice was cracking, and any sense of his cockiness was nowhere to be seen.

Tucker coolly said, "You have 10 fucking seconds to start taking your clothes off or.........well, you know what will happen."

Ryan was about to cry. He felt it coming, but there was no way he could cry in front of this dickhead. And he knew he'd have to strip, but this fact was overwhelming him. Tucker would see what he had tried to hide for so long. His tiny cock. And there was little doubt this asshole would mock him. Yet he complied. He took off his shirt, shoes, and socks and began to unbutton his shorts.

Then terror raced through him at lightning speed. For a few moments, Ryan didn’t breathe. He remembered the socks. For years he had worn briefs so that he could place a rolled-up pair of socks in them to make it look like he had an actual bulge. Now he was but seconds away from having someone know about his pathetic ploy. He finally removed the shorts and dropped them to the truck's floor, and then Ryan sat there, unable to find the courage to remove his briefs.

Tucker had been watching the whole time. Seeing this cocky officer strip was turning him on in ways he'd never felt before. His massive cock was fully erect and straining against his jeans.

"What are you waiting for, fag? Take them off." Tucker spat.

“Please don't' make me do this man.....I  mean, sir", Ryan whimpered. "Please don't make me get naked."

Tucker slapped the back of Ryan's head forcefully, yelling, "Take those briefs off right fucking now faggot."

Any sense of resistance melted with the slap. Ryan reached down and began to pull down his white briefs. The rolled-up socks fell onto the seat of the truck, uncovering Ryan's little boy cock. As the socks hit the seat, he began to cry. His head fell in shame and humiliation. His secret was out.

Tucker just sat there for a few moments taking it all in. He was trying to process exactly what he had just witnessed. There sat his arrogant platoon leader naked and crying, and he was sporting what looked to be a three-inch baby dick.

“He fucking loves this. His little fucking cock is hard as a rock. And the socks? What the fuck was that?” Tuckered thought.

After a few moments, the Specialist spoke.

"Wow, fag. That is one pathetic cock", Tucker laughed. "And the socks? You fucking loser. What the fuck were you thinking fag?”

His words stung bad, and Ryan's humiliation was made all the worse because he was now crying. He felt so weak. He moved to cover his dick with his hands only to be slapped again by Tucker.

"Don't try to cover yourself, boy. I'm enjoying seeing that pathetic nub", Tucker said with glee. "Jesus, it's so fucking small. I had a bigger cock than that when I was 8. Oh man, this is too much. I'm going to have so much fun with you fag. So much fun”.

Tucker reached over and gave Ryan’s tiny meat a hard flick. Ryan’s whole body twitched. He didn’t realize it, given the situation, but this was the first time a man had touched his dick.

“Why are you hard LT Cooper?” Tucker asked in a mocking voice.

Ryan said nothing. He could not find the strength to speak. He was still crying.

“I asked you a question, faggot. Why are you hard?” Tucker asked again.

“I……I don’t know. Please stop asking me that,” Ryan sobbed.

“Pathetic.” Tucker spat. “But it's time to get back on topic and explain how this is going to play out. Listen closely, faggot. I won't repeat myself, and you need to take in everything, I say. Do you understand, boy?"

"I understand, sir," Ryan whispered through his tears.

"Good boy, fag”. Tucker continued,  “As you now grasp, I own you. You belong to me. You do as I say when I say it. If you do this, your life will be reasonably comfortable. Don't do what I say, and your life will be pure misery. Nod if you understand me, fag".

Ryan meekly nodded. His crying had suddenly stopped.

"Such a quick learner fag. I'm so glad I caught you sucking cock today. Speaking of sucking cock lets discuss how I’m going to use you, shall we?", Tucker laughingly stated.

"To be blunt, you're now my cum dump.” Tucker went on. “You'll take my load several times a day. Sometimes in your mouth and sometimes in your ass. It all depends on my mood. And yes, it will be several times a day. I have an unbelievable sex drive and am pretty much horny 24/7. So I'll be making deposits into the Bank of LT Cooper quite often. Oh, and just so you know, I'm a kinky fuck. It won't just be you sucking me off and giving me your ass. Oh no, it will be much more interesting than that.”

As Tucker spoke, Ryan kept his head down in defeat. He just stared at the seat of the truck, trying not to start crying again. He had never felt such humiliation and defeat. Never in his life did he think he'd be so bested. And that his loss was at the hands of a mere enlisted soldier made it that much more bitter. He was listening carefully, though. Tucker scared him, and he did not want to anger him again. The slaps to his head had not been painful; they hurt his ego more than they hurt physically. However, he was sure that Tucker was capable of much more than a few light slaps. He focused on his tiny cock. It was so engorged with blood that it was moving back and forth ever so slightly as blood continued to pump into the tiny shaft.

"What the fuck is going on?" he thought to himself. "How the fuck is this shit getting me hard?".

He could not grasp how being forced to be a cumdump for this prick was getting him erect, but there it was. In all its three-inch glory, his tiny cock was sticking straight up. He thought it must be the adrenalin of being scared. There was no way he'd be turned on by being made to be some guys bitch.

Tucker again took notice of Ryan's tiny erect cock.

"Look at that little guy. You are so turned on that you little boy cock is twitching.” Tucker said stifling a laugh. “Well, fag, I'm not a total monster. You've had a rough day, and you need to get your rest for tonight when your training starts. So will wrap this up shortly".

"Training? What that fuck does that mean?", Ryan wondered.

"So, I'm going to let you go now. But as I said, I'm not a monster. I'd hate for you to leave while you're obviously so horny", Tucker said condescendingly. "So go ahead and start tugging on that little dude and get yourself off fag.

"What? Here? You want to meet to jerk off here in a parking lot?" Ryan stammered, tripping over his words.

"Yes, faggot. That's exactly what I want. And you're off to a bad start boy. I said you are never to question what I say. You do what I say when I say it. Start jerking off that pathetic cock now", Tucker sneered.

Ryan felt the tears returning, but he fought them back. He knew he couldn't control the situation, but he could at least control himself. Or, that was the plan, he thought. His body would have other ideas, and it would show shortly. Ryan sheepishly reached down to his erect cock and began to slowly stroke. Being so small, it only took two fingers on the underside and his thumb on the top. Tucker noticed this and taunted the shamed Lieutenant.

"Damn fag, you must be so embarrassed being so small.” Tucker laughed. “Does it embarrass you fag?"

Ryan wanted to lie and tell him he wasn't embarrassed, but he knew Tucker would see through his lies, so he decided to play along and tell the truth.

"Yes, sir. I'm ashamed of my tiny cock. Its humiliating, sir", he said sheepishly.

He looked over at Tucker for the first time and to his horror saw that he was filming him again. He let out a small whimper, and the tears returned.

"Please don't film me, sir. Please,” Ryan pleaded.

Tucker just kept filming and said, "Shut the fuck up and keep stroking that pathetic thing."

Ryan did as he was told and kept stroking.  Sadly, his body started to fail him again. First, the tears now his balls. He had been stroking for all of 30 seconds when he felt them beginning to churn and twitch. He knew this meant that he would cum soon.

"This can't be happening," he thought. "I can't cum so fast. He'll mock me even more".

Yet it was happening even before he could finish this thought. He had managed to get in all of six or seven strokes before he blew his load all over his hand and right thigh. He had not even finished cumming before Tucker started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Wow,” Tucker exclaimed. “You are pathetic in every way. Small cock and you cum fast. Fuck, you're a loser. Now lick your hands clean fag. I don't want your nut to get on my seats."

Tucker was still filming, and Ryan wanted to refuse, but he knew it was pointless. He started to lick the jizz from his hands as Tucker continued to speak.

"Do you like the taste of your cum LT?" Tucker goaded.

Ryan continued to play along, unable to resist.

"Yes, sir. I love the taste".

His cock had started to get soft immediately when he came, but he felt it growing hard again. He was so confused by this.

"I can't be liking this shit," Ryan said to himself.

Tucker interrupted his thoughts.

"Your done fag.” Tucker barked. “All your cum is gone, so quit licking your hand. Damn, you must be a real cum whore. Not a drop is left. OK, get the fuck out of my truck. I'm done with you for now. Be at my hotel tonight at 9 PM so we can start your training. I’m staying at the W Hotel in Midtown. Room 164. Don't be late".

Ryan didn't say a word. He simply wanted to get away from Tucker as soon as he could. He reached and grabbed his underwear to put them on when Tucker slapped him again.

"Did I say get dressed in my truck faggot? You can dress once I leave. Now get out," Tucker hissed.

The idea of standing naked in the parking lot of an adult video store would have seemed utterly implausible to Ryan just 30 minutes ago. Now, it was reality. There he stood. Naked with his clothes in his hands as Tucker started to drive away.

As the Specialist, he rolled down the window and yelled, "Don't forget these faggot,"

He threw something at Ryan. The balled-up socks hit the LT  squarely in the face.