Military Protocol: Chief's Gay Gang Bang
Coast Guard Operations Specialist Jason Melbourne has just gotten his third strike - he missed watch duty, an unforgivable crime in the military. And this time his chief Harding has had it. He throws Melbourne to the wolves, in the form of chief's mess bitch, and the over a dozen men have their way with the young OS1 all week. MATURE READERS ONLY, oral, anal, gang bang, rough sex 10,000 words More
He passed by the ops deck without so much as looking inside, and made his way down the back hall. The chief’s mess was all the way to the rear of the facility. It was nice and private. Perfect for a gang bang, should they so choose. Melbourne had a funny feeling that they would choose.
He opened the door and peered in. As it was between breakfast and lunch, the mess was all but empty. Only a couple of chiefs lingered about, drinking hot coffee and sitting at a round wooden table.
“Look who’s here!” one of the men exclaimed, his eyes brightening in a feral fashion when he spied the young OS1. It was Ramirez, a thick set man of Hispanic descent. Melbourne wouldn’t have pegged him as gay or even bi, but apparently all of the chiefs in this station were hungry for a taste of his ass. Both of the chiefs were eyeing him, now.
“You the new chief’s mess bitch?” the other guy asked. Melbourne didn’t remember his name, but he was an imposingly tall man, with short cropped blonde hair. He looked a little like Duke Nukem, in fact, with his muscular build.
“Yes, s-chief.” Melbourne quickly corrected himself. He knew these guys wouldn’t take kindly to being called ‘sir’, either.
Ramirez caught on to Melbourne’s near mistake though, and he laughed. Loudly. “You hear that, Flint? He thinks you’re a ‘sir.’” The large blonde man growled and stood at the horrendous allegation, and immediately stood up. He towered over Melbourne’s admittedly slight frame, and grabbed the smaller man by the shoulders.
“We’ll see how much of a ‘sir’ I am, when I’m through with you,” he grated, pushing Melbourne down onto his knees. It was happening so quickly, and the OS1 couldn’t think of anything to do but obey. His knees harshly connected with the hard linoleum, causing pain to shoot up his legs, but that was the last thing on his mind. The first thing was Flint’s massive erection tenting his trousers.
“Go on, take me out and suck me off, I know you want to, bitch,” Flint growled and grabbed Melbourne’s head, pulling him close to his crotch. Melbourne was overwhelmed by the sweaty, musky odor of the bigger man. He must work out. A lot. The muscles in his arms flexed and bulged as he maneuvered Melbourne’s head, and the younger man obliged. He lifted his hands, and in a fumbling motion, unbuttoned and unzipped Flint’s pants.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. He knew he was going to get it from Harding, but from every chief in the station? He wasn’t certain he could take that at all.
But he had to handle things one dick at a time, and Flint’s was first. Melbourne tugged at Flint’s pants, and they easily slid downwards, revealing a massive cock bulging against his tight underwear. Without delay, Melbourne pulled the underwear down as well, revealing Flint, pulsing veined member.
He was even bigger than Harding, and Melbourne’s eyes widened at the sight of that enormous rod in his face. Flint could be a porn star, with a dick like this.
He glanced up at the man, and Flint grinned in a sadistic way. “Open wide, sugar,” he said, and Melbourne obeyed. Flint immediately thrust his way inside Melbourne’s willing mouth, shoving his cock as far in as it would go.
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