Part I: 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 loves. He had graduated from West Point and played on the football team there, which only added to his poster-boy status. He knew this, and it showed in a cocky bravado that aired on the side of arrogance that could be quite off-putting to those with whom he worked and socialized. Outside of the gym, Ryan's favorite activity was bragging to his other 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 so that he could use them and quickly kick them to the curb. His buddies ate it up for the simple reason that it was believable, given his good looks and fantastic body. Oddly, it never crossed their minds that they had, in fact, never seen Ryan with a female, nor had he ever, at his four years at West Point, had a girlfriend. This, of course, 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. And his second secret, one that caused him hours of self-doubt that only fueled his false cockiness, was that he was decidedly un-hung. When erect, he was all of 3 inches, and when flaccid, his cock was little more than a nub. Such a 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, if anything, 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 Lieutenant buddies. He was, at 23, 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 he was at West Point, he had gone into New York City several times on the weekends, where he had met guys on Grindr. He had blown them and loved the feeling of having a hard cock in his mouth, and the thrill of having them cum deep in his throat had left his nubby cock as hard as it had ever been. Yet he never let them return the favor as he knew 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 buddies heading into the downtown area of Savannah and hitting the bars where he pretended to take an interest in the females he and his friends ran into. There were a handful of gay bars in Savannah, and Ryan longed to go to them, but he couldn't risk someone seeing him at such a place, so he played his "I'm Straight" game and hung out with his buds instead. 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 eager 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 skilled mouth. When he returned to Fort Stewart, he knew his virginity would be in place, and only he would know his shameful secret. Ryan was wrong about both these things. Very wrong. Specialist Tucker would make sure of this.
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. First, he 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, Jared 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 Jared a fudgepacker. After 3 hours at the ER getting 12 stitches from the punch 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. Plus, he thought his PL was a grade-A asshole anyway. Jared saw him as an arrogant prick who loved to belittle the Soldiers. 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. Jared had been confined to post for four weekends after punching the mouthy PFC, but he had done his time and was ready to have a good time. 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.
Jared 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 different gay videos. There were always good looking guys there willing to suck you off or do more if the mood was right. Jared went straight there when he arrived in Atlanta. 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 knew there might be a closet case frat boy from Georgia Tech there willing to suck on his significant tool. Unlike most places like this, the room was reasonably well light, so you didn't have to strain too hard 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 a daddy. Jared noticed a pretty 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. Totally Jared's type. His back was to him, so Jared moved further down the wall to get a better look.
"Holy fucking shit," he swore under his breath. It was his asshole platoon leader, LT Cooper. Here was his cocky PL on his knees with a cock buried deep down his throat and obviously loving every second of it. The plan instantly came to Jared. It was time to get payback on this prick for all the pain he had caused him over the months. Jared got out his iPhone and discreetly began to film as LT Cooper sucked off this guy with abandon. Thankfully the room, being well light, 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. He 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. Five or six large ropes of jizz splattered all over Ryan's face. The man 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. With the show pretty much over, Jared 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. Jared had LT Cooper's number stored in his phone. The Soldiers were required to store everyone in the platoon's number in case of emergencies or recalls. He sent a text to Ryan with the video attached. It simply 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," he swore. He had to check the message just in case there was a platoon issue that needed is attention. "Interesting", he thought when he saw the message was from SPC Tucker. "I wonder what this prick wants," he said to himself. When he read the message, his heart seemed to stop beating, and he let out an audible gasp. He 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 grasped 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. His tiny boner disappeared in an instant. Ryan just sat in the booth with his shorts around his ankles, trying to work up the courage to hit play on the video. He knew what was on it, but he hand to confirm. 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 and the guy using his fat cock to push every drop into his waiting mouth. In an instant, 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 face. 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," he 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 has 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," he meekly stated. The false bravado had dissipated.
"Sir," Tucker said.
"What? 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." The sir leaving his mouth in a whisper.
"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, LT? I said strip. That means take off your 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 cooly said, "LT, you have 10 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 for so long tried to hide. 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. 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 removed the shorts and dropped them to the truck's floor, and then 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 sad 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. And the socks? What the fuck was that? After a few moments, he 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. 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, "First, 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 was starting to slow.
"Good," Tucker said. "Second, as I own you now, you will be carrying out specific tasks that bore me. Laundry, cleaning my room, running my errands, and such things. You're my Lil house boy. Do you understand fag?"
Ryan nodded again.
"Wow, such a quick learner fag. I'm so glad I caught you sucking cock today. Speaking of sucking cock lets get to Rule 3, shall we?", Tucker laughingly stated. "To be blunt, you're now my cum dump. 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. We won't discuss the details of this today. That's for later, fag".
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. When Tucker started discussing Rule 3, he was brought out of his semi-daze with the horrible realization that his tiny cock was beginning to stir. It had been soft since he had gotten into the truck, but now it was coming to life.
"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 immediately noticed Ryan's tiny cock getting erect and commented, "Well, look at that. The LT likes the idea of being my cumdump, after all. Look at that little guy sticking up all proud. 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. This is not good faggot. 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. 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."
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. You are pathetic in every way. Small cock, and you suffer from premature ejaculation. 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?" he goaded.
Ryan continued to play along, unable to resist. "Yes, sir. I love the taste". His cock had gotten 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," he thought. Tucker interrupted his thoughts.
"Your done fag. 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 an hour ago. Now, it was reality. There he stood. Naked with his clothes in his hands as Tucker started to drive away. As he left, he rolled down the window and yelled, "Don't forget these faggot" and threw something at Ryan. The balled-up socks hit in squarely in the face. He was crying again as he went to put on is clothes.