Scott stood before the entirety of his unit in the old auditorium on base. His light brown hair was freshly cut and his uniform pressed and immaculate as he was handed the first award of his now fourteen and half year Army career: Field Grade Officer of the Quarter. These types of award ceremonies generally allowed for a short speech from some of the higher-ranking recipients. Scott had the option to decline but instead decided to soak up the moment. He started with a bit of self-deprecation, followed by a bit of ego stroking for the higher ups in attendance, and ended with a spiel about how couldn't have done this without his lovely wife (who sat upfront showcasing perfectly done hair and makeup and a simpering smile) and how everything he did was for her and their daughter. The Major was also sure to sprinkle in a bit of rah-rah "we're the best unit in the Army" stuff throughout. When the speech was over, he looked out at the audience to see faces that regarded him with respect that went beyond just his rank.
It was a proud moment and one that Scott would never have conceived of earlier in the year. He had always hated these types of things and until a few months prior, he'd phoned it in as a staff officer doing the bare minimum to not get yelled at and waiting for the day he could retire. But then he'd done things in a dressing room at the mall that he wanted to forget. He threw himself into his work in the hopes of blocking out that event and all of feelings that developed as a result of it. It didn't work. He'd found himself drawn back to the man who'd pushed his boundaries and then agreed to do whatever that man wanted. It was a deal that Scott was starting chafe at.
Scott knew that he was being toyed with. It had been that way since the beginning. But now he felt like things were getting out of hand. There had been two separate incidents. The first occurred shortly after a tryst in a storage room at a dive bar not far from base. As he exited that room and headed back into the bar area to leave, he was approached by two men: one black and one who appeared to be Italian. From the grins on their faces and the way that they spoke, Scott could tell that something was up. He caught Ray, his secret sex partner, in the parking lot and was informed, matter-of-factly, that the two men had been watching them. Scott was humiliated. Never the less, he persisted.
The second incident was in stock room at a large sporting goods store. Scott had sat in his car in the parking lot waiting for Ray when the large, muscular man showed up next to his window and tossed a strangely shaped object inside.
"What is this?" Scott asked, staring at the small, conical object.
"It's a butt plug. Spit on it and slide it up your ass."
Scott hesitated. Sex toys were a new frontier for him. He looked up at Ray.
"Would... you spit on it?" He asked.
Ray smirked. "Sure thing, freak."
The six-foot-one cop looked down at the married Army Major as he slid his shorts down to his knees, which he then spread, and slowly slid the toy inside of himself. After pulling his shorts up, Scott was instructed to walk into the store, go straight to the back past the "employees only" sign, without drawing attention to himself. But on the way there, he was stopped by someone who looked familiar: the Italian guy from the bar. He was wearing a polo shirt with store's name on it and name tag that said "Robbie".
"Is there anything I can help you find?" The man asked, a knowing look in his eyes. Before Scott could answer, and much to his horror; the object inside of him started to vibrate. His eyes went wide and he bit his lip as the small yet powerful sex toy quivered against his prostate. He stood still, fighting to keep from moaning as the man smirked in his face. A panicked look to the right revealed Ray casually looking over a package of underwear with one hand. The other was hidden away in his pocket.
A quick breath of relief escaped as the vibration finally ended. Ray removed his hand from his pocket and headed to the back.
"Well, I'll leave you to it," the man said, walking away.
Scott couldn't get to the back room fast enough. When he got there, he found Ray waiting. Because Ray was a cop, Scott trusted that he'd keep them out of trouble, but he was totally unprepared for what had just happed. Still, he dropped his pants and knelt.
He couldn't get the zipper of Ray's shorts open fast enough. Couldn't wait to feel that man's thick cock in his hands again. Scott held it with both hands before gripping the base with his right. He took the entire head into his mouth without hesitation. The cock grew even bigger in his mouth as he worked his neck back and forth. Scott's left hand worked his own hard cock and the tugging sensation made him pucker around the butt plug inside of him.
The young major sucked and worked until he had taken the cock to back of his throat.
"Open up," Ray said. "Take it all."
A strong grip pushed Scott's head forward. He choked. Suddenly, the toy went off again. The intense, vibrating massage brought forth an open throated moan and at that exact moment, the cock in his mouth pushed deeper, fully invading his throat. Scott gagged loudly and tried to pull back, but Ray held his head steady. His eyes watered and mix of saliva and pre-cum dripped from his mouth and onto the floor. After a moment, he was released. His head jerked back and he gasped for air.
"Breathe through your nose," Ray said as the man knelt before him caught his breathe. "And take your shirt off, you're making a fucking mess."
The tan t-shirt landed on floor next to the discarded shorts and underwear leaving his fit, lean body fully exposed. Without missing a beat, Scott was suctioned to his top again. This time he suppressed that annoying gag reflex and took the entire length of Ray's long, wet cock down his throat again. And again. And again. Scott was in a zone. It was messy. The messiest blowjob he had ever given. His chin, throat, and bare chest glistened with the mixture of precum and saliva. Ray kept the vibration going as Scott jerked off furiously from his position on the floor. Eventually, Ray's breathing grew ragged and he ramped up his strokes into the warm mouth on his cock. He pushed it to the back of Scott's throat.
When the first spirts of cum sputtered into Scott's mouth, he erupted with his own orgasm and rubbed his load out onto the floor.
"Swallow it. All of it," Ray groaned as they came together.
The Major did as he was told without thinking. He swallowed everything he could until the muscles of his throat brought a shiver out of the man standing over him. Scott looked up. For the first time since they'd started having these clandestine meetings, Ray looked impressed. Mildly. But it was something. And then it was gone. Ray zipped his shorts and headed for the door.
"Wait, what about this thing?" Scott asked, referring to the sex toy that he had not yet been removed.
"Keep it," came the aloof voice as its owner headed for the exit.
