As his seal team obediently boarded the helicopter, the sergeant paused. Why were his men shirtless under their utility vests, where were their weapons? He didn’t even knew what their mission was. However, all concerns faded. He was programmed to follow orders. Obeying orders feel so good. He obedient boarded the copter, no concerns or worries. The government were giving them to a middle eastern warlord as tribute. The masculine, muscular seals would be fine additions to his harem.




















