The Platoon Leader's Descent

Ryan sat on the couch, dressed in his jeans and a maroon polo shirt. The LT wore these clothes a few hours ago, but it seemed much longer to him. Once dressed, he had stood in front of the mirror, gazing at himself as he drank one of Tucker's beers.

"I look the same, but I feel so much different. Can two or three hours change a person this much?” he asked himself.

As Ryan lounged on the couch, he realized it was going to be a while before he got used to his cage. He kept reaching down to rearrange it. It wasn't uncomfortable, but the weight of the metal was distracting. The idea of going in public wearing such a thing was foreign to Ryan, he was conservative in how he dressed, he could walk into any frat house in the U.S. and instantly blend in. Now he'd be venturing out with a metal device wrapped around his tiny package so that he could not have an orgasm. No one would know, except for Tucker.

"I'm breathing easier…… my chest feels less tight," Ryan realized, as he took a long swig from the bottle of Sam Adams.

The years of made-up stories, the thousands of lies told, and the denials of who he was and what he wanted had weighed down on him. In high school, before the weight of what he was supposed to be and what he was expected to be, had fallen so heavily on his shoulders, Ryan had been quite happy. He had more friends than he could count, and they were friends with him because he was Ryan. Not because he was a star jock or high-speed Cadet with a limitless future. Then expectations kicked in. New roles were created for him by himself and by others. And these expectations had no room for a gay boy with unique wants and desires. So the old Ryan was crushed under the weight of the new Ryan. And this new Ryan was an arrogant, distant, and calculating creature. Yes, he still had friends, but they were often treated as props to help meet these new expectations. He felt guilt swelling in his gut for how he had treated people over the years and he began to form a list in his head. A list of his wrongdoings since new Ryan was born, and this was a very long list. What he would do with it was unclear to him.

"I'm not the only one feeling some guilt," he thought. "Tucker seems genuinely upset about what he did to me at the video store. Well, there's no beating around the bush about that. He sexually assaulted me."

Ryan relived his time in Tucker's truck. Yes, he had been aroused, but that did not absolve Tucker for what he did as Ryan had also been terrified and in tears.

It was Ryan's mind's turn to be heard.

"Don't be too self-righteous there, Ryan Philmont Cooper. Blake Fitzroy says hello," his head said judgmentally. "You remember him, don't you?"

"Well, fuck," Ryan murmured, as memories of his IOBC classmate exploded from the recesses of his mind.

"Hey man, wake up, bro," Blake said, shaking Ryan awake.

"What....what the fuck man? What are you doing here?" Ryan asked, confused as to why Blake was in his apartment.

"I can't sleep, man," Blake told him.

"Why can't you sleep?" Ryan asked in a clear voice; he was fully awake now, sitting up.

"My jock is too tight," Blake told him. "It's uncomfortable."

Blake stood next to Ryan's bed. The lights were off, but the moon shone brightly into the room, allowing Ryan to see clearly. Blake stood there clad only in a light blue jock, he was pulling at the straps that hugged his firm cheeks.

"See, it's so tight," Blake whined, still pulling at the straps.

"Then take it off, man,"

"OK, I’ll take it off.”

Blake lowered the jock revealing his erect penis. He was smooth. Blake stroked himself slowly, and like Ryan, he only had to use two fingers underneath his cock with his thumb on top.

"Do  you like my small cock, LT Cooper?" Blake asked, barely a whisper.

"Yes. I do, it's beautiful, Blake."

"You have one too, don't you?" Blake asked.

"Yes, it's pathetic," Ryan replied, shame appeared in his eyes.

"Don't say that. It's beautiful also, show it to me, Ryan."

Ryan pulled back the sheet covering him. He also was wearing a light blue jock, and he went to pull it down, but he hesitated. He was scared that Blake might still laugh at his nub. Ryan ignored his fear, and his small penis was revealed, sticking straight up from his smooth torso.

Blake looked down at Ryan's erect cock and smiled.

"Scoot over and take that off," Blake ordered him.

Ryan pushed to the right side of the bed and removed his jock. He was lying on his right side with his arm tucked beneath him. Blake crawled into the bed and got in the same position on the left. The young Lieutenants' bodies were only inches apart; the room had grown incredibly hot, and both young officers were drenched in sweat. Blake scooted even closer and Ryan could feel the heat from his body. LT Fitzroy took his free hand, grabbed his three-inch erection, and began to rub it on Ryan's almost identical nub.

Blake spoke in a low and sultry voice, "Do you know why I love having such a tiny cock, Ryan?"

"No, please tell me."

"It’s simple, Ryan. It provides us with freedom.”

"I don't understand," Ryan told him.

"Look at all the gorgeous men in our class," Blake explained. "All of them are studs. They are all Alphas' with large pieces of meat dangling between their thighs. They are confident and sure of themselves and they fear nothing."

Blake paused. He took a finger and wiped the precum leaking from Ryan's cock and raised his hand to Ryan's mouth. Cooper licked it clean. Blake smiled and returned to his explanation.

"But this comes with a price. They are constantly at odds with each other. They always battle for supremacy; all of them desperate to hold their place at the table, each of them yearning to be the Alpha over all the other Alpha's."

"That sounds horrible," Ryan responded sincerely.

"It is horrible. But we are free from such worry." Blake spoke softer now. "We Betas have one purpose, and that is to please our Alpha. We give him what he desires, and he protects us, and if we please him well, he will allow us to fulfill our desires."

"What do you desire, Blake?"

Ryan reached out to touch LT Fitzroy's nub and a devilish grin appeared on Blake's face.

"Get on your hands and knees, Ryan," Blake told him.

The two Lieutenants were soon on their hands and knees, each facing opposite sides of the bed. Their beautiful firm asses pointed towards the center. Ryan’s and Blake's bodies swayed in unison, each moving in the same direction back and forth, back and forth. Their asses didn't touch, but their bodies were joined. Each end of the double-headed dildo entrenched firmly in their chutes. Ryan could not see Blake, but he knew he was there, with each thrust backward, Blake drove Ryan's end of the toy deeper into Cooper's tight ass. He would enjoy the sensation for a brief moment until he would push himself back, giving Blake the same pleasurable feeling. Both young officers were moaning loudly as sweat poured from their bodies; the room grew hotter and hotter with each thrust. Ryan could tell his cock was on the verge; his balls were beginning to churn. Ryan closed his eyes and lost himself in the pure pleasure he was experiencing; he felt pressure on his lips, and his eyes quickly opened. Greg Goodman was standing in front of him wearing a Cadet uniform; his massive cock was sticking out of the opening of his unzipped pants. Greg's tool was slick with lube, and his hand was vigorously stroking his thick shaft.

"I saw how you looked at me in the mirror, Ryan," Greg grunted. "Do you think I couldn't tell how you lusted for me?"

"Could you tell that I was hard?"

"Of course I could. Even with that tiny cock of yours, it was easy to see that you were boned", Greg informed him, as precum leaked in a steady stream from his cock.

Blake was now kneeling at Greg's side with his head lowered below Goodman's crotch and turned upwards. LT Fitzroy's mouth was open as the thin stream of Greg's precum landed on Blakes's tongue.

"It wasn't my fault," Ryan whined. "I can't control it. I'm weak.”

"Well, no shit." Greg laughed, still stroking his meat. "Everyone knows you are weak Ryan. Everyone knows what you are."

"Why are you here, Greg?" Ryan panted.

The dildo was still slamming into Ryan’s chute, driven by some unknown force as Blake was now busy gobbling up Greg's sticky fluid.

"I'm here to give you what you always craved, Ryan. Now open that pretty mouth."

Cooper felt Greg's warm spunk splatter across his lips and chin.

Ryan jolted awake as his underwear filled with cum, his orgasm continued even after he was awake. When the LT was sure he was done, Ryan got out of bed and noticed his sheets were soaked with sweat. Ryan made his way to the bathroom, removed the cum filled briefs, pulled them to his face, and took a deep sniff. For a brief second, he thought of licking them; he had never tasted his cum and suddenly had an overwhelming urge to do so. Ryan refused this desire; the underwear fell to the floor. He stared at his now soft cock in the mirror. Ryan stroked it a few times and then went back to bed. Blake had invaded his dreams for months now, but Greg was a new participant.

Cooper met 2LT Blake Fitzroy on the first day of the Infantry Officers Basic Course (IOBC) at Fort Benning, Georgia before his time at Ranger School and Fort Stewart. Ryan soon learned that Blake, like himself, spent hours a day at the gym lifting. With Greg Goodman no longer around, Blake soon became Ryan's lift partner. In the morning before their classes started, they would lift at Smith Gym located on Fort Benning. They had lucked out as the commander of the IOBC course allowed LTs who scored a 290 or higher on the physical fitness test to do morning PT on their own. Blake and Ryan both scored a perfect 300.

After their workouts, Blake would shower in the locker room at the gym, but Ryan would drive to his nearby apartment to shower, free from the worry of exposing his secret. Part of him wanted to shower at the gym for no other reason than to catch a peek at Blake. LT Fitzroy had been on the rowing team at Georgetown for four years and it showed. His 5'11 frame was incredibly toned causing Ryan to joke that Blake's six-pack had a six-pack. Fitzroy had blond hair and deep green eyes and wore a perpetual grin, while not 5th Avenue model handsome he defined boy next door cute. Blake was from an east coast, blue blood type family who apparently had more money than god, yet he was not remotely pretentious, a trait shown by the beat-up ten-year-old Chevy pickup he drove. LT Fitzroy had a noticeable mischievousness about him that, when combined with his old-money charm, reminded Ryan of the old movies he had seen of the Kennedy clan during their summer retreats to their compound at Hyannis. Ryan was soon obsessed with Blake, and his feelings were not merely physical. Ryan simply wanted to be around LT Fitzroy as much as possible. Cooper was a 23-year-old 2LT in the US Army, but this was his first crush.

During this period, Ryan began to develop his "dirty little routine" that would follow him to  Fort Stewart and beyond. After his workout with Blake, he would return to his apartment quite pumped up from lifting but also quite horny from being so close to the sweaty Blake Fitzroy. Ryan would start to strip as he walked through the door of his apartment, throwing sweaty clothes as he made his way to his room. By the time he got to his bed, he was naked. He'd lay down, grab his nearby laptop, and immediately pull up a video on Pornhub and begin to stroke his tiny meat. He'd quickly cum on his stomach and would lay there, rubbing the cum into his skin, fantasizing that Blake had just pulled out of his ass and blown his thick load onto Ryan's stomach. Soon after the creation of the routine, Blake began visiting him nightly, in his dreams. Dreams that usually led to damp underwear.

After a few weeks of his morning routine, Ryan upped the ante on his masturbatory sessions and ordered a dildo off Amazon. The LT got ahead of himself and ordered a 10-inch monster that was never used. Ryan lubed it and had tried to get it in his chute one drunken Friday night, but even in his intoxicated state, he knew he had gone a bridge too far. Four days later, his 3-inch vibrator arrived, and Ryan soon discovered the joys of ass play.

The new toy arrived on a Saturday, and within 15 minutes of its arrival, Ryan was lying on his bed with it lodged securely in his chute. It had taken a few tries, but on the fourth attempt, the 3-inch toy slowly began to work its way into Ryan's tunnel. There was pain involved with this, but the LT came to realize that some pain can be quite pleasurable. With the vibrator entirely enshrouded by his ass, Ryan had laid perfectly still savoring the feeling while he stroked his tiny cock. He was so lost in the pleasure that he had forgotten that his toy vibrated. As soon as he remembered, he reached down and twisted the knob at its base, and it sprang to life in his butt. Ryan immediately let out a small whimper and, within five seconds, had blasted a load that made its way to his neck. This shocked Ryan as normally his ejaculate just leaked out of his cock. Ryan didn't move; his body seemed to be paralyzed with pleasure. For almost five minutes, he laid in his bed with cum running down the sides of his chest and stomach as the vibrator worked its magic in his virginal ass.

"Yo, man, you here," Dan yelled as he burst through the door of Ryan's apartment.

"FUCK!" Ryan screamed in his head.

His old West Point roommate Dan Wilkes had stopped by to drink a few beers and watch the Penn State game. Ryan stumbled from the bed with the toy still wedged in his ass and ran to the bathroom awkwardly. As he made it into the bathroom, the toy slipped from his butt, fell to the tile floor, and skipped about like a fish on the deck of a boat. Ryan was dressed in seconds, and with the toy turned off and thrown into the cabinet under the sink, he made his way to the living room as he thanked God the bedroom door had been closed.

"Shit man, I didn't think you would be here so early. I was taking a nap." Ryan lied, as he realized cum was still running down his torso under his t-shirt.

"Sorry, man, I wanted to crush a few beers before the game, so I headed over.”

The two LTs plopped down on the couch after Dan had grabbed a few Rolling Rocks from the fridge, and both were quickly engrossed in the pre-game show. Ryan could feel the cum as it congealed on his waist, where his shorts had stopped its movement. His ass was still slick with lube.

"Man, it smells like nut in here," Dan thought quietly.

The thought that Ryan may have just jerked off caused Dan's cock to swell. Both LTs now sat there erect watching as Lee Corso explained why the SEC was more elite than the Big 10.

Ryan and Blake started to hang out more and more as the weeks progressed. Often, after a long night of drinking, Blake would crash on Ryan's couch as driving back to his place was not an option. Ryan both loved and hated this. He loved it for obvious reasons; his crush slept only 10 feet from his bed, usually stripped down to the preppy plaid boxers he wore. Ryan hated it because his crush slept only 10 feet from his bed, usually stripped down to the preppy plaid boxers he wore, and Ryan desperately wanted to go and snuggle up next to him but could not. Once Ryan was sure Blake was thoroughly passed out, his toy would be jammed into his chute, and he'd begin to fantasize about Blake taking him.

"You want this? I know you want this, faggot," Blake would tauntingly growl at Ryan as he held his fat 8-inch cock at the base.

"Fuck me, Blake, fuck me hard," Ryan panted.

These sessions never lasted more than a few minutes before Ryan shot his load. He'd pull the vibrator from his ass and pass out having not wiped the cum from his torso.

As Ryan soon came to call the situation, the "problem" arose during the 6th week of the course. On Wednesday of that week, Ryan's morning schedule was altered. The LT had to meet with one of his instructors early to discuss a project Ryan was assigned and Ryan would not have time to shower and change back at his apartment. Ryan brought his uniform to the gym to change in the locker room after his workout with Blake. He wasn't to upset as he thought he might get a glimpse of Blake naked. And he did, and that was the "problem." Ryan sat on a bench in the locker room,  slowly tying his boot. Blake had placed his gym bag in the locker next to him. Fitzroy was in the shower, and Ryan wanted to catch a peek, so he was in no rush; his patience paid off as he realized Blake was standing at his locker with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Good work out, man. You def kicked my ass today," Blake told him as he opened his locker.

He was a mere two feet from where Ryan sat, and his crotch was at perfect eye level.

"Thanks. I'll pay for it later, though," Ryan responded. "I'll be sore as fuck tomorrow."

"Worth it, man, totally worth it," Blake said, "got to keep it up or Ranger School will kick our ass."

As "ass" left his mouth, Blake's left hand loosened the towel from his waist; it fell to the floor. He now stood within an arm's length of Ryan totally nude. Ryan suddenly stopped tying his boot. The LT realized his mouth was agape, and his breathing had slackened, but he was unable to react to either as wave after wave of shock pummeled his mind. The 8-inch cock from Ryan's fantasies was not present. In its place was a small uncut cock no bigger than Ryan's. Ryan's stare was so locked and rigid that an onlooker might have thought he was having a stroke. Blake noticed immediately.

"Don't worry, asshole, this little dude can't hurt you," Blake laughed as he reached down and grabbed his tiny nub.

"Uh.....uh......sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Ryan blurted out, tripping over his words.

Blake was still laughing.

"Fuck, I'd stare. It's such a tiny little thing, and with my body, it looks even tinier. But what the fuck can I do about it, right? I lost the genetic lottery man and got stuck with it. Life goes on, though."

Blake began to pull his gym bag from the locker, and Ryan stood and slipped on his ACU top.

"Don't get too cocky there, big guy." Blake continued, "you may be hung like a horse, but I'll still kick your ass."

Ryan laughed as he gathered up his things. He told Blake he'd see him later, and he made his way out of the gym to his car. Once he got seated in his new BMW 2 Series, Ryan phoned his instructor, Captain Kircher, and asked to reschedule their meeting. Ryan lied and said he had to return to his apartment as the maintenance guy was stopping by, and Ryan had to be there. Thankfully CPT Kircher was an Armor officer, and the officers in that branch are known to be notoriously laid back, especially in comparison to the super motivated infantry guys. With the meeting postponed, Ryan was lying naked on his bed within 30 minutes.

Ryan lay there, slowly stroking his tiny meat, his toy plugged into his ass but not yet turned on. Ryan wanted to enjoy this, and he'd quickly learned that as soon as he turned the vibrator on, he would cum within a minute. He kept trying to picture Blake standing naked in front of him as they two rubbed their tiny nubs together. Yet, the image kept fading, and Ryan soon realized it was not to be. His mind was elsewhere. He flexed his ass muscles and expelled his toy. Ryan had recently discovered how pleasurable this felt, and it was added as a full-time part of his "routine."

Blake's casual acceptance of his penial shortcoming was a bigger shock to Ryan than Blake actually having a small cock. His "oh well" attitude flew in the face of the shame that Ryan felt for his little dick. And this only added to Ryan’s embarrassment.

"Blake has the fortitude and strength to deal with it, and I've been running around covering it up since junior high," Ryan pondered. "He stood there in the locker room with other dudes all around and laughed about it as he shook it at me, and no one has even seen mine for god knows how long."

Ryan quickly remembered that this was technically not true. A few weeks earlier, he had stumbled home drunk on a Saturday night and soon found himself on a Reddit sub-group where guys posted pics of their tiny cocks. Ryan checked out this group often but had never posted a photo. However, his drunk brain got the best of him, and he soon was in the bathroom, taking pics of his little guy both hard and soft. Both pics were full torso shots with his head cropped out; he wanted to make sure his fantastic body was on full display. There were over 30 very flattering comments within 15 minutes, and for a short time, Ryan felt proud of himself. He deleted the pics the next morning when his sober brain took over.

Ryan spent the next few days obsessing about Blake and his nub, but as the days passed, he started to get over it. Although his dreams about Blake were now more accurate, as Blake began to appear with his tiny cock, instead of the 8-inch tool Ryan’s brain had originally created. Then the "problem" reared its ugly head again, and this time there was no getting over it.

Dan, who lived in the same complex as Ryan, threw a party at his for his 23rd birthday, he provided several kegs and by midnight Dan's apartment was a sea of drunk 2nd Lieutenants. Ryan and Blake were there, and both had consumed their fair share of cheap beer. While the two were not blackout intoxicated, they were quite drunk and Blake, as he usually did at least once every weekend, planned to crash on Ryan's couch. The two returned to Ryan's apartment, but instead of passing out, they grabbed more beer from the fridge and lounged on the couch drinking. It was not long before the conversation turned to sex as it often does with males in their early 20's. It wasn't a conversation per se, as Ryan was the only one speaking, sharing several of his fabricated tales about all the women he had fucked. Ryan concluded his diatribe with the story of losing his virginity during his sophomore year in high school to a slutty cheerleader named Cherry. Why no one, over the years, had called him out for such an obvious bullshit name remains a mystery.

"So when did you first get some man?” Ryan asked as his tale of Cherry came to a close.

Blake said nothing and took several longs swigs of beer before responding.

"Well.....I guess I'm still waiting for that. I've gotten head a few times, but I haven't actually fucked a chick.”

Ryan was glad he was drunk as he thought it helped suppress his excitement, at least visibly. He believed his body showed no response, but on the inside, his mind and stomach, along with practically every other part of his body, lurched wildly.  

"No shit, man? You're a legit virgin?” Ryan asked astonished, hoping that his voice was not betraying his excitement.

Blake took another swig of beer before responding.

"Yeah, it sucks for sure. But I have zero fucking game with chicks. I get nervous as fuck and end up being this total fucking tard."

Ryan rested his beer bottle on his crotch in an attempt to cover up his hard-on.

"How the fuck is this stud a virgin? Me, I get. I'm a fucking closet case with cock issues. But him? Chicks must be throwing themselves at him," Ryan thought as he continued to process the news.

"It's cool; it's cool. Hey, the dirty secret is that sex is overrated," Ryan responded.

Blake laughed and quickly changed the topic, not comfortable with where the conversation had gone. The two continued to drink for several more hours till Blake, now blindingly drunk, suddenly announced he was going to crash and started to strip down his boxers. Ryan, also fully drunk, sat and watched, not attempting to hide is voyeuristic stare. Blake seemingly was too shit-faced to notice. Ryan finally got up and made his way to his bedroom. Blake fell to the couch on his back and was passed out cold in less than 30 seconds.

Ryan stripped as he stumbled to his bed. His underwear flung to the wall as he fell into bed. He laid on top of the comforter nude; playing with his hard cock.

"He's small like me and a virgin like me. Fuck, he's perfect," Ryan whispered.

The toy was soon out, lubed, and slid into his chute. Ryan noticed his bedroom door was open, and he didn't care; envisioning Blake catching him like this and being so turned on that he dropped his boxers and wildly jerked his nub. Ryan's drunk mind took control. It convinced the young LT to stand by in the bedroom door and watch Blake sleep as Ryan pleasured himself.

Ryan stood in the doorway, doing just that. As Blake slept less than 6 feet away, LT Ryan Cooper stood with his body sideways in the door frame. His torso bent with his left hand elevated to his front, supporting himself while his right hand vigorously beat his tiny penis. Ryan pushed his ass into the doorframe opposite of his outstretched arm, forcing the vibrator deeper into his ass. Ryan was drunk, so his mental filters were shut down. He didn't care if he got caught; he simply wanted to do this. No fantasy was present in Ryan's head; he simply watched Blake sleep and pleasured himself. That was more than enough. Then it wasn't.

Ryan moved towards the couch; walking awkwardly to keep the vibrator in place. Ryan was controlled purely by lust. Parts of his mind screamed "no" at what he was about to do but those voices were drowned out by his mad desires that were no longer restrained by his drunk, mental filters. The LT stood above Blake; still passed out cold, and continued to pleasure himself, the sound of the vibrator muted by the whap-whap-whap of the ceiling fan. Blake's mouth was open, snoring lightly. Ryan tugged three or four times after he first stood over the sleeping LT Fitzroy before his cock began to unleash its sticky fluid. The first glob landed on Blakes's lower lip, while the next two landed on the crest of his chin before oozing down his neck. The last shot landed squarely in Blakes's mouth; LT Fitzroy didn't stir in the slightest.

The sight of Blake lying there with his face glazed in Ryan's spunk drove Cooper further over the edge. Ryan dropped to his knees and pushed to his left down the couch. He took no notice as the vibrator slipped from his ass and bounced under the couch. Ryan fumbled as he pulled the opening on Blakes boxers apart and pushed the fabric down; it bunched around Blake's nub, which, to Ryan's great pleasure, was fully erect. The head of Fitzroy's uncut penis was bright pink with its foreskin pulled back. Ryan licked it lightly with his tongue, savoring the musky taste. Ryan's cock, still leaking, had not gone soft after he had cum, it rubbed against the light green couch cushion, leaving a streak of semen. Cooper lowered his mouth entirely onto Blakes's small shaft and began to move his head up and down.

Later Ryan could not remember how long he knelt there, sucking Blake's cock. Time had no part of his memories. His last conscious thought was of Blake  exploding into his mouth. Ryan vaguely remembered wiping Blakes face clean with a t-shirt retrieved from the dirty clothes pile in his room. After that, there is nothing.

"Well, it would seem you and Tucker have more in common than merely being homos, huh?" Ryan's mind asked judgmentally. "Did Blake every figure out what you did to him?"

"Don't be obtuse. You know perfectly well Blake did not.", Ryan responded, annoyed.

When Ryan rolled out of bed the next morning at 11 AM, Blake was gone. Ryan had no recollection of what had happened until he walked into the living room and saw the empty couch. In an instant, the flood gates opened, and the memories poured in. The details were blurry, but Ryan fully grasped that he had cum on Blakes's face and performed oral sex on him as Blake lay passed out on the couch. Ryan collapsed into the chair adjacent to the couch and fell into a zombie-like state; staring at the empty beer bottles on the coffee table. He didn't move for over an hour. LT Cooper knew the police would be at his door at any moment. Visions of the Disciplinary Barracks (military prison) at Fort Leavenworth danced in his head.

"I'm fucked, I'm totally fucked," he kept telling himself. "What the fuck am I going to do when the cops get here?"

As this question entered his head, he looked towards his bedroom at the nightstand next to his bed. Ryan kept his Glock 21 in the lower drawer.

"I'll take the Glock before I take Leavenworth," Ryan decided.

His borderline comatose state was interrupted by a ding from his iPhone. Ryan finally moved and grabbed the phone off the end table next to the couch. Blake had sent him a message.

It read, "Fuck. I'm dying here. Let's go to IHOP. I need food."

Ryan was out the door in five minutes. Based on the message, Blake seemed oblivious to the events that transpired in Ryan's living room, but Cooper had to confirm. It became apparent that Blake was indeed clueless to Ryan's actions, but the feelings of despair did not leave Ryan for months. Cooper retreated into himself. He would go to classes during the day, but he cut off all contact with others outside of that. Ryan would feign an injury that prevented him from working out with Blake in the mornings, and his social life with other Lieutenants became non-existent.  Others, especially his old roommate Dan, noticed this, but none showed concern. Ryan's "friends" had a difficult time worrying about someone they knew would not give a shit about them if the roles were reversed. Ryan's arrogance and air of superiority ensured he went through this alone. Only Dan seemed genuinely worried about Ryan's retreat into isolation, but he was too timid to step in and offer support. Ryan's routine would not make an appearance for months. His toy laid under the couch, unnoticed by Ryan, for three weeks after the event.

It had, however, not gone unnoticed by SSG Jason Billings. Two weekends after Ryan's assault of Blake, Dan had texted him, asking if he could use his washer to knock out some laundry as the washer in Dan's apartment had died. Wilkes was hoping he might also have the chance to get Ryan to talk and figure out what was going on with him as his behavior had been so odd lately.

"Go ahead. I'm in Lancaster for the wedding. The code is 1164," read Ryan's return text.

"Good times. Say hey to your mom. Thanks.", wrote Dan.

Dan had forgotten that Ryan was at home for his older brother's wedding. Wilkes let himself into Ryan's apartment and threw his clothes in the washer. Once the cycle got started, Dan stretched out on the couch and scrolled through the pics on Grindr. A torso photo caught his eye, the toned body had a nice tan and the guy clearly hit the gym. Tats adorned both arms; one arm covered with a brightly colored dragon and the other covered in some sort of snake. The crossed rifle insignia of the infantry branch was on the guy's right pec; he was a soldier.

Dan sent a message and quickly received one in return. The two began to message back and forth, eventually sending messages containing pics that showed their faces and eventually exchanging names. Dan's profile pic on Grinder was also of the headless torso variety. With the pics making it clear, both men were in the Army; they told the other what they did at Benning. Jason Billings was a Drill Sergeant on Sand Hill, and his interest seemed to peak when Dan told him he was attending IOBC.

"2LT, huh? Nice. Love sliding it in an officer's hole." Billings wrote.

"Oh yeah?" Dan wrote in return, his cock swelling at the thought of this NCO taking his ass.

"Yeah, get off making an officer my bitch," Billings texted.

Dan wasted no time and closed the deal with Billings, who was on his way after a quick shower. An NCO had never fucked Wilkes, and Dan wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. Well, two opportunities. Not only was he about to get fucked, but he was also about to get fucked on Ryan's couch, which added to Dan's rising lust.

When Jason arrived at Ryan's apartment, Dan thought that he needed a new pic. The one he had sent did not do him proper justice. Coming in at 5'11 with brown eyes and a high and tight haircut, along with the tats and a slight scowl, Jason was the quintessential Drill Sergeant. And as a Drill, he had little patience, especially with a punk 2LT who had made it abundantly clear that they wanted Jason Billings cock in their ass—after less than a minute or two of chitchat Billings got down to business. The two stood in the middle of Ryan's living room, having not even made it to the couch where Dan had hoped to chill for a while and make out before getting started. Billings thought otherwise.

"All right, LT," Billings stated simply. "Let's do this. Get your clothes off."

Dan was a bit surprised by this; he hoped to make this last a while, but he recognized his role, so he did as Billings told him and began to strip. He was soon nude and standing in front of Billings wearing nothing but his white ankle running socks. Dan, looked down at his feet, as Billings stare intimidated him, and suddenly felt like a real dork for having left his socks on.

"Nice fire crotch you got there, LT," Billings grunted as he reached out to stroke Wilkes fully erect cock.

Billings stepped back slightly and began to strip, his shorts and tank top were thrown towards the tv stand. Jason wore a red and black Dirty Pig jock that showed a very nice bulge. The jock surprised Dan somewhat; not thinking Jason was the type who would be into the jock scene.

"On your knees, LT," Jason grunted as he whipped out his meat. "I got something to feed you."

The drill sergeant pushed the pouch of the jock to one side and grabbed hold of his throbbing tool. His cock was around six inches, but it was the thickest root Dan had ever come across, he would later compare it to the thickness of the mini-cans of soda that had become so popular. Dan dropped to his knees and scooted the few feet to Jason, who quickly put his hand on the back of the LTs head and roughly brought Wilkes open mouth to his cock. Dan's mouth stretched as Jason's meat began its journey down the LT's throat. Dan would not give Jason head, Jason would fuck Dan's mouth.

The Drill placed his other hand behind Wilkes's head, and with firm support now in place began to pummel the Lieutenant's mouth with his stout tool. Dan rested both hands on his thighs and simply knelt there as his mouth got used by this stud NCO; his cock was slapping back and forth with the movement of his body as it reacted to the rough mouth fucking. The LT's face was soon crimson; his eyes watered, and sweat began to pour from his forehead. Dan had wanted his ass fucked, but after almost five minutes of this, he believed Billings had forgotten about that and planned to dump his load down Dan's throat. Billings had not forgotten. The drill sergeant ripped his cock from Dan's mouth.

"Get on the couch, I want that fucking pussy," Billings barked.

Dan made his way to the couch, his cock leaking precum that dripped to the carpet of Ryan's apartment. Wilkes kneeled on the sofa with his chest leaning on the back cushions with his ass pointing towards Billings; the LT's cock stained the cushions below him with the stream of fluid escaping his root. Billings was soon standing behind the LT, having retrieved some lube and poppers from his shorts. Billings took a long sniff from the brown bottle and reached forward with his left arm, grabbed Wilkes by his throat, pulling his head back slightly. With his right hand, Billings held the poppers under Dan's nose who took a long drawn sniff; his body instantly began to relax. Billings took the bottle of lube to get the LT's hole ready; the bottle slipped from his hands, fell to the floor, and rolled under the couch. The drill sergeant knelt and reached under the sofa where he latched onto the vibrator, missing the lube by a few inches.

"Damn," Billings thought as he pulled the toy up to inspect his new find, "this LT is one horny bitch."

Billings, with the toy in hand, leaned forward.

"Open that mouth boy, I found your toy, and we may as well put it to use." Billings commanded.

"My toy? What?" Dan thought.

The thought had not left Wilkes's mind before he felt the vibrator slide into his mouth. The taste was familiar from his time with his dildo, Dan knew that this toy had been in someone's ass.

"This should disgust me," Dan's mind raced. "Why do I love it?"

The sight of this officer presenting his ass with a dildo crammed in his mouth brought Billings to a new level of lust. The SSG covered his cock with lube and coated the LT's opening with the warm and slick fluid. Usually, Billings would work his partner's hole with his fingers and tongue before he slid his fat cock in their chute, but this was an officer, and they deserved to take it rough. The drill sergeant aimed and pushed. Dan moaned loudly, and Ryan's vibrator fell from his mouth onto the couch below. Billings took no notice as he was too focused on making the LT his bitch; he was already balls deep. The drill sergeant did not start slowly; he immediately began to pull his thick cock almost all the way out of Dan's chute before crashing back into him with one thrust. Dan was moaning loudly, bracing himself with arms curled up and at his sides holding on to the couch beneath his chest. Billings went to speak, but Dan spoke first.

"Come on, man, fuck me. Quite fucking like a bitch," Wilkes moaned.

Billings was glad the LT was faced away from him; he didn't want this LT to see the look of shock on his face.

"Did this punk ass LT just call me a bitch?" Billings asked himself.

"Oh, its game on now boy," Billings shouted, as he began to pull out entirely before using all of his weight to slam his tool back into Wilkes ass violently.

Dan's chest was driven into the back of the couch frame with each thrust, which proved to be quite painful, but Dan loved the feeling. The pain only intensified the extreme pleasure he felt as Billings destroyed his ass. Wilkes badly wanted to stroke himself, but he denied himself that pleasure. The LT rated his sexual experiences on the ability of the top to make him cum without having to stroke his shaft. And Dan knew that Billings would be ranked quite well as his balls were already beginning to churn after a mere five minutes. Billings was in synch with Dan as his balls also began to twitch at the same moment. He was a bit embarrassed that he would cum after only five or so minutes of fucking, but he had a rating system as well. Any bottom that could get him off in less than 15 minutes received top honors, and this lusty LT was going to do it in five.

"You ready for my load, pussy boy?" Billings grunted.

"Seed me, man, pump it in me." Wilkes whimpered in return.

With that Billings, cock began to unleash the drill sergeants hot spunk into Wilke's battered chute. Dan's cock erupted as soon as he felt Billings' cock throb and swell in his ass, painting the couch with a massive load of his juice. Dan's cock had pumped out the last rope of cum as Billings fell to the LT's side, ripping his cock out of the LT's hole as he did so. Dan did not move; he merely rested his chest on the back of the couch and looked down at Billings.

"Fuck, man. You fucked me real good," Dan panted.

"Shit, LT. You took it like a fucking champ. Fuck, I'm impressed," Billings said, still breathing heavily.

Dan collapsed on the couch, sitting next to Billings. The sat there for almost an hour talking and sharing stories of their past sexual escapades. Dan's cock began to grow as Billings shared his tale about the Special Forces Captain that he had fucked a few weeks earlier in a park not far from Fort Benning. Billings also became erect when he learned that Dan had recently been spit-roasted by two Auburn grad students.

"Don't forget his man," Dan announced to Billings holding up the vibrator.

The LT was still on the couch watching as Billings, now dressed, prepared to leave. Dan thought he had misheard the SSG and assumed that Billings had brought the toy with him.

"That ain't mine, man. Found it under the couch when I dropped the lube." Billings told him a bit confused.

Dan was confused as well but quickly responded.

"Shit. I was wondering where that was. Thought you had brought a similar one. My bad." Dan said, still somewhat perplexed.

"All right, LT. I'm out. And just so you know we are doing this again real soon," Billings told him.

And they would, numerous times.

With Billings now gone, Dan sat on the couch with his legs stretched in front of him resting on the coffee table. He held the vibrator close to his face and scrutinized it. Thoughts of Billings load leaking out of his hole onto Ryan's couch excited him, and he began to swell.

"So, you belong to Ryan?" Dan asked the toy, still staring at it intently.

Dan was fully erect now. The realization that he tasted Ryan's ass when Billings had shoved the vibrator in his mouth pushed him to the edge once more. Dan took the toy into his mouth, leaned back further into the couch cushion, and began to stroke.

Ryan's self-imposed isolation led to his friendship with Blake, withering, and dying on the vine. Given the newness of the friendship Blake, while bothered initially, soon moved on. Within a year, while stationed at Fort Lewis, Blake would only remember Ryan as the guy he'd worked out with for a while. By that time, he could not even recall Ryan's last name. Blake would stay with Ryan for a much more extended period. He often showed up late at night to interrupt his sleep.

"You alright, man? Tucker asked Ryan. "You look as though you just saw a ghost."

Tucker was out of the shower after soaking in the scalding water for almost 30 minutes. He had planned just to rinse off, but he found the hot water incredibly relaxing, so he let the water do its magic, and he lost track of time. Tucker stood a few feet from Ryan with a towel wrapped around his waist; his wet hair a jumbled mess. Ryan looked up at Tucker.

"You apologized to me for what you did in your truck this afternoon," Ryan said in a monotone voice. "I never apologized to Blake."