Mad Fuckers: Yes Sir, Thank You Sir

Zak struts around in that harness and nothing much else, all cocky little smiles when the military guy shows up. He’s hyped as hell—finally getting railed by a real uniformed stud. They slip straight into it: Ty barking orders like he owns the place, Zak snapping to attention like the perfect little recruit. Ty’s rough, calling Zak names that’d make a drill sergeant blush, and Zak just melts for it. “Strip,” Ty snaps, and Zak’s harness is all that’s left while he drops for push-ups and sit-ups, muscles flexing, ass out. Ty watches, gets hard, then shoves Zak to his knees. Zak opens wide and swallows that dick like he’s been trained for it. Ty peels his shirt off, grabs Zak by the head, and starts fucking his throat—fast, sloppy, no mercy. Next thing Zak knows, Ty’s got his tongue buried between those cheeks, rimming him deep, smacking that ass until Zak’s gasping and leaking. Then the real pounding starts. Ty slams in, gags Zak with two fingers, makes him suck toes, hooks his mouth wide open just because he can. Zak takes every bit of it, loves every filthy second, and when Ty finally unloads inside him, Zak just pushes back and takes the whole load like the good little soldier he is.