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.

A weary sigh was the only response as Scott pulled a napkin from his shorts and got dressed.

He walked out to the dimly lit hallway to see “Robbie” from earlier standing outside the door grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

“Maybe next time, let me get some of that,” the man said lecherously.

As usual, Ray had disappeared immediately after they were done, leaving Scott to shamefully skulk back to his car with the knowledge that a stranger had just watched him in a private moment. The walk to the car had felt like a million steps. And with each step, Scott wondered if he would lay eyes on another stranger with a shit eating grin. Another witness to his humiliation. Still, it wasn’t enough to keep him away. In fact, that afternoon awards ceremony was followed by a quick trip to the on-base gym’s locker room to change out of uniform and into civilian clothes… to meet up with Ray.

This time it was in the woods near a bike trail. It was October now and starting to get chilly. But still, upon entering the brush just out of site, Scott stripped naked without having to be told. It garnered another impressed look from the man who was about to fuck him. Scott felt like he should take a moment to address how he felt about their last few meetups. But Ray’s biceps looked great in his short-sleeved shirt and Scott wanted to lick them. Maybe he’d say something after they were done.

For the moment though, he was prepared to walk barefoot and naked to whichever spot Ray had chosen for this tryst. He was ready to do whatever hot, nasty, degrading thing this man told him to do. Or, so he thought.

Unexpectedly, Ray crouched down, reached into a backpack and pulled out what looked like a ball of strings and tossed it to Scott, who caught it and held it in confusion.

“Put that on,” Ray said.

Scott held it up, trying to make out exactly what it was. It was some type of underwear. There was a pouch, clearly meant to house a man’s genitals, connected to several very thin straps. It took Scott a moment to figure it out: it was a jockstrap. One clearly not meant for sports.

An hour earlier, he had been in full uniform before his entire brigade. The speech he had given had been met with more than polite applause. He’d been respected, finally, and now he was expected to wear… this thing? The dichotomy was a bit too much for him. In fact, it irked him in a way that he was not expecting.

“I’m not wearing that,” Scott said.

Ray looked at him with annoyance. Then shrugged.

“Fine,” he said, starting to walk away.

“That’s it?!”

“That’s it,” Ray said without a shred of emotion.

Scott felt like a fool, standing there naked in the shrubbery. As Ray walked away, he felt like he was losing something that he would not get back. An almost panicked feeling. He hated it. That feeling was quickly replaced by anger.

“Wait a minute!” He yelled angrily.

Ray turned around slowly, fixing Scott with a warning glare. Scott ignored it.

“You know, I know you’re a cop,” Scott said.

“AND,” Ray said.

Scott didn’t know where he was going with this. Didn’t even know what he was expecting to gain. Maybe a shred of dignity? Control? But he was not in control. His words came out like vomit.

“And if someone were to find out about what you’ve been up to back here, it probably wouldn’t be the best thing for your career. I’m not wearing whatever this is and it’s going to get cold soon so if you think I’ll be marching around butt naked in public in the winter, you’ve got another thing coming. We’re taking this indoors and you can keep your friends out of it!”

The look on Ray’s face was unreadable but his body language was tense. He cocked his head to the side.

“Alright, then. We’ll go back to my place. I got a surprise for you,” Ray said, in an overly sincere tone.

Scott missed the malice hidden in Ray’s words. He put his clothes back on and followed Ray back to his apartment. The drive was uneasy but it felt like he had won something. He even managed to get himself excited. Ray made it there first, didn’t wait for Scott, and texted the apartment number while Scott waited in his car. Ray was on the second floor and as the Major climbed the stairs, he wondered if anyone would see him and wonder why he was there. When he knocked on the door, he was happy to see it open quickly. Ray stood there in the doorway with that same tense, unreadable demeanor. As Scott walked in, he started to get nervous.

Ray stood in the living room, just swiping around on his phone. Scott stood at the edge of the carpet, waiting. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Should… I take off my clothes?” Scott said.

“You think you can threaten me?” Ray said.

The look on his face, the tone of voice, the way he stood tensed in anger, it was menacing. Scott gulped.

“Look over there,” Ray said, pointing to the television which at this moment was not receiving any input.

That changed moment later when Ray cast a video from his phone.

“What is -” Scott lost his words as his confusion turned to horror.

Suddenly, there was a man who looked exactly like him on the screen. He was fully naked and spread eagle in the backseat of a car. His entire face and body were visible. He watched as this man – it couldn’t be him, it just couldn’t be – started to touch himself. Scott watched the man with his face slip his fingers inside of himself. The video changed and now he was in what looked like a dressing room. His shorts were around his ankles, he was braced against the corner, and there was a man whose face he couldn’t see fucking him from behind. Ray jumped ahead in the video and now there was full nudity. Scott was on all fours and then on his back with his legs up in air. Another video of him sucking cock behind a dumpster. Then of him naked in the woods next to the bike trail, facing the camera and riding cock like his life depended on it. Ray turned up the volume. The sounds of Scotts whimpering moans, the things he said, snapped him out of his trance. Ray stopped on an image of Scott’s full face covered in cum.

Scott’ chest felt tight. He couldn’t breathe. He sank to the floor, shaking his head.

“You even think about ratting me out and I’ll make you into a FUCKING porn star! You understand?” Ray said.

The images on the screen kept running through Scott’s mind over and over. It was all on video. Everything. For months. He felt so foolish, so helpless.

“What do I have to do?” Scott asked in a small voice.

“KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT,” Ray replied.

“Ok… what else?” Scott asked. “What are you going to make me do?”

“What!? I don’t have to MAKE you do anything. I’m not a rapist. This whole thing is over. GET OUT.”

“Nooo!” Scott exclaimed, shocking both himself and Ray. “You OWN me now.”

Scott stood up, moving towards Ray. “I have to do everything you say now,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping his clothes until he stood naked in Ray’s apartment.

Ray looked at him like he’d grown a third arm.

“You really are a fucking freak,” he said.

That didn’t stop him from taking advantage of the desperate, naked man before him.

When it was over, Scott left without a word. The look in his eyes was a desperate plea to not ruin his life. Ray was simply happy to be rid of him.

The next few months were rough. Winter set in and Scott wondered if he’d be made to walk around naked in the bitter cold. He braced himself for a text that never came. Ray had never texted him first and that didn’t change. To distract himself, Scott threw himself into his work even more. To the point where his commander actually had to make him go home at times. Those interactions had led to a proposition. His commander offered him the opportunity to take on some temporary duty assignments. These assignments would take him away from home for months at a time but they would also put him in a great position to be promoted and even to become a commander one day. He was given time to think about it and to discuss it with his wife.

Scott held back for a solid two months but in a moment of desperation, he texted Ray. No answer. It was the dead of winter and Scott was starved for warmth and male contact. His chats with his only gay friend John were not enough. In early March he tried again. Still no answer. He cruised the mall and ended blowing a stranger who had a nice physique but was rough in a way that was a bit scary. He texted Ray again. Again, no answer. The only thing that trumped Scott’s desire for sexual gratification was his paranoia that Ray would out him. He had developed this twisted sort of belief that pleasing Ray sexually was the only way to keep that from happening. Some part of him, deep down, knew that that wasn’t true. He liked being used by Ray, but that was something he was simply not ready to admit.

All of this consternation came to an end the second week of April. It was just a few days after Scott’s 37th birthday with much nicer weather on the horizon when Ray finally texted back. It was an addressed and a directive: “Be here Saturday morning at 10AM.”

For a moment Scott felt anger. Anger at all the months of being ignored. But that moment of impotent indignation did not last.

“OK,” was all he texted back.

*Note: It’s been a while since I last posted but the next part is already finished and I’ll be uploading it as soon as this posts. Thanks for reading. Hope you like this one.*