Alpha Soldier Under Control
“So, soldier. Do you know why you’re here?”
“No, sir. I don’t. I was at home when two MP’s came by my lodgings on base and told me to come with them. They brought me here, sir. I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Well, let me explain things to you, boy. Earlier today, the base commander authorized a search of these facilities to ascertain whether there were any illegal drugs here. A trained canine officer conducted it and his dog went ape-shit when he came to one locker - your locker, boy. And when that locker was opened he found a 6-ounce bag of weed - in your work-out bag, boy. And that’s why you’re here, soldier. How do you explain the marijuana in your locker, boy?”
“Sir, I’m shocked. I can’t explain it. There’s got to be some mistake. I don’t do drugs, sir. Ever. I don’t even drink. I’m committed to a totally healthy life-style. That’s why I spend so much time in the gym, sir. That’s why I work-out so hard, sir.”
“Yes, I can see that, boy. You do appear to have a nicely developed body underneath that shirt. But, just to be sure, boy, why don’t you take it off?”
“You heard me, boy, take off your shirt. I want to see those muscles for myself.“
“Sir….sir, I’m a married man. I have two kids, sir. I don’t know what you think, but I’m…I’m not into anything with….another dude. Sir.”
“Boy, I’m a married man, too. And I’ve got you beat - I’ve got three kids. And, I’m ordering you to take off your shirt…And while you’re at it, take off you pants, too. Take it all often. Everything. I want you naked, boy. Now.”
“No, sir. With due respect, sir, I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to strip down for you, sir. You can’t make me do something like that, sir.”
“You’re right, boy. I can’t make you strip down. But what I can do, boy, is okay the investigator’s report and initiate a court-martial which will result in your dismissal from the military with a bad conduct discharge. And you know what that will do, boy, to your future prospects. You’ll be left without a place to live, without health care or any of the other goodies you get for being in the military, with a wife and two kids to support and a job flipping burgers for the rest of your life - if you’re lucky. That’s what I can do, boy. And that’s what I will do, boy, if you don’t strip down right now.”
“Sir, those aren’t my drugs. Honestly, sir, they’re not. I have no idea how they got into my locker. It’s gotta be a mistake, sir. It’s gotta be some screw-up.”
“Good luck trying to feed the court-martial that story, boy. They’re not going to buy it and you know it. I okay this report and convene a court-martial and you can just kiss your military career goodbye.”
“Oh, fuck, sir. Oh, fuck. If….If I take off my clothes like you want me to, sir, what’s gonna happen to me?”
“Pretty much what you imagine, boy. I’m gonna have you turn around and show me that tight little hole between your butt-cheeks and then I’m gonna fuck it. I’m gonna fuck you, boy. And, if I enjoy it - and looking at you, boy, I’m sure I will - well then you’re gonna become my on-base fuckboy. And I’m gonna be fucking you whenever I want from now on. Now, you’re probably not going to enjoy that - becoming my fuckboy - but it will have its upsides, boy. For one thing, this drug charge - it’s gonna disappear. For another, I can pretty much guarantee that your military career will begin to take-off. I’ll want my fuckboy working close with me and I’ll take care of you, boy. I promise you that. In exchange, though, you’re gonna be bending over and taking my big man-meat up your boypussy whenever I want. So what’s it gonna be, boy - court-martial or fuckboy?”
“Sir, isn’t there any way…any way we can work something else out?”
“No, boy. You have only two options: court-martial or my fuckboy. Now, what’s it gonna be, boy? You need to choose now.”
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, sir. I’ll do it. I’ll do what you want.”
“Then say it, boy. Say it.”
“I’ll be your…your fuckboy, sir.”
“Good, boy. Good. Now, take off your shirt….Nice, boy, nice. Now your pants…Nice legs, boy. I can see you really do work out. Now the boxers…Great boy. Now turn around so I can see your ass….Sweet, boy. Sweet….Okay, boy, bend over and reach back and grab your ass-cheeks and show me your pussy….That’s right, boy. That’s right. Just like that….It’s tight, boy, It’s real tight, I can tell that with just my finger…..Now relax, boy. Relax. This is gonna hurt but you’ll get used to it, boy. You’ll get used to it, boy….Oh, yeah. OH, YEAH!”
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