The bunker was dark and damp, filled with the sound of heavy breathing and moans. Private Johnson, a young soldier with curly blonde hair and wide blue eyes, knelt in front of Sergeant Smith, his superior officer, who towered above him. The sergeant's steely gaze bore down on him as he unbuckled his pants, releasing his thick, hard cock.
"You've been such a bad soldier, Private Johnson," the sergeant growled, grabbing a fistful of the other man's hair and forcing his head down towards his crotch. "Maybe it's time you learned some discipline."
Johnson gagged a little on the sergeant's cock, feeling it slide down his throat as he was forced to deepthroat him. The rough hands on his head pushed him down harder, making him cho The rough hands on his head pushed him down harder, making him choke on the dusty ground as he was forced to kneel in submission.
