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11:25

That number was the only source of light which could be seen, with its electronic lettering standing out with an eerie red glow. Sure, there was also the tiny strip of light beaming from underneath the door; but with how dark the rest of the room was, that was about as helpful as a wet book of matches. Even though the window blinds could've been opened, it was doubtful it would add much illumination while the moonlight was overcast in clouds. Not to mention, if those blinds were opened up now, there was a good chance that it would arouse suspicion from any Officers posted outside for patrols.

So instead of risking his safety any more than he already was, the lone figure was trying his best to make do with only that alarm clock's display in his sights.

"Urrrghhhh... Oh, come on. It can't be this hard..."

Despite how carefully he tried to move around, it was next to impossible for the giraffe to know where his bearings could be. He gritted his teeth with his muzzle tightly pursed, silently cringing as he tried to keep his hands held out. Given how easily he could touch the ceiling if he were to stand upright, he was aware that his lanky size gave him very little room for error. Standing at over seven feet may have been helpful during training, but it was a major setback during a late-night raid in his Superior's office. Even the slightest miscalculation of his surroundings would most likely cause him to hit a piece of furniture, or even knock something over, which would make enough noise to out him instantly.

"Nnnnghhhhh..." The giraffe turned his head slowly, grimacing as he tried to peer down at that strip of light under the door; luckily for the Private, he didn't see any notable changes to indicate there was someone outside. Considering how many soldiers were asleep in the barracks, there was always a chance that someone would walk past to take a leak or jerk off. But unlike any of them, the giraffe was already on thin ice as it was.

After taking a moment to listen through the silence, he sighed briefly and returned to his plan. Since he was large enough to touch the opposite walls of the office at the same time, it was easy for him to reach over to the desk. His fingers carefully tapped along the sides of the wooden exterior, until he felt the metal drawer handles. He bit his lips tightly, and tried to pull the drawer back as slowly as he could. But alas, as soon as he gave the slightest amount of force, the latch remained firmly locked in place against the frame.

"Ugh, dammit!" he hissed to himself in a hushed whisper. Even though he wasn't surprised, he was pissed to realize that his Superior's desk drawers needed a key to be unlocked. If he thought to find a key, or even a couple of paper clips to use a makeshift lockpick, he was sure he'd be able to open that drawer and get his belongings back. Of course, if he were to have prepared much at all, he would've considered bringing a flashlight to make this mission a lot easier. Although, considering his predicament, the last thing he needed was any extra light to serve as a beacon during this discharge-worthy endeavor.

"Okay, think, think, think..." As he muttered to himself like a nutjob, the giraffe pulled away from the desk to rethink his options. Despite how fruitless it felt to continue searching around, the last thing he wanted to do was go back to his cot empty-handed. He already broke into the office, which could earn him a Court Marshal if his Superior caught wind. But alas, since he was basically packed inside that tiny office like a sardine can, he couldn't exactly do much without knocking something ov--

"Heh heh heh... Yeah, I know what you mean, Lieutenant."

The giraffe was already standing still, but every nerve in his body froze up when he heard that muffled voice outside. When he glanced back down at that gap under the door, his eyes widened when he saw some shadows moving within the beam of light. It may have been close to midnight, but it seemed that his Superior was coming back to his office after-hours; and from the sounds the Private was hearing, he wasn't alone either.

"You sure that we'll be alright, though? I don't want us to get caught if some grunt decides to take a leak or somethin'."

"Eh, don't worry! If anyone interrupts us, they'll be in deeper shit than us."

His heart shot up so hard, it could've easily been seen making a bulge in his long neck. His head frantically moved around as he tried to scan through the darkness of the office. There was barely any room for one officer to stand around comfortably, let alone three if he wasn't able to escape. Unfortunately, as the sounds of footsteps grew louder outside the door, the Private knew that opening the window would be as damning as unloading a firearm right now.

A couple of metallic clicks could be heard from the doorknob as his Superior began to unlock it. The giraffe's fight or flight instinct was instantly triggered, and he bolted as quietly as he could in his clunky boots. He may have been practically blind in the darkness, but he spent enough time on the base to know that his Commanding Officer had a row of lockers right beside the door. Due to how tall he was, he didn't even take two steps before practically colliding with the cold metal. Luckily, the giraffe didn't make any noise when his hands reached out to feel the lockers; in fact, he found that one of them was already open, and he managed to cram himself inside with a swiftness fuelled by pure desperation and fear.

"Nnnnghhhhh..." The giraffe was shocked that he was able to stuff himself inside the small opening, feeling like a nerdy character in some generic high-school comedy who was confronted by unrealistic jocks. Despite having to crane his neck to a dangerous degree, he managed to fit himself inside the locker by the time he heard the door opening up. He pulled the locker door in before the lights could turn on, which luckily kept him from being blinded by the sudden brightness of the fluorescents above his Superior's desk. He was also able to conceal himself behind the thin door, with only the tips of his fingers being seen at the edge as he kept it slightly ajar.

The Private tried his best to remain quiet, and peered through the tiny vents of the door to see who was entering the office.

"Mmmmm, here we go..." The first figure who walked in was his Superior Officer: Corporal Lafayette. Even though the giraffe could tower over him by nearly two feet, the stout beast was nothing short of intimidating throughout the base. The old alligator may have looked past his prime, with many of his green scales greying and showing visible wear; but even with his thick, heavy gut testing the strength of his jacket's buttons, his physical prowess made him a leader nobody wanted to fuck with. His long, fanged muzzle was sporting a cocky grin as he waddled across his office, and went to sit down in his leather chair. The moment he maneuvered his tail through the chair's back opening, and leaned back to make the metal frame creak under his weight, he let out a deep sigh of contentment as he unbuttoned his trousers. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh... Now that's better..."

Behind the burly gator was his subordinate: a slender flamingo by the name of Lieutenant Jacoby. Given how tough and uncouth most of the soldiers on base appeared, Jacoby was quite a staggering contrast with his bright pink feathers clashing with his camouflage attire. Not to mention, the flamingo's rail-thin legs gave him a rare exemption to the strict dress code; while most of the other officers on staff had to wear pants at all times, Jacoby wore a snug pair of high-fitting shorts that emphasized his height. Nevertheless, much like Lafayette's commanding presence out on the field, Jacoby wasn't afraid to impose some serious fear in his Privates with a piercing stare, or even the slightest grimace in his down-curved beak.

"You want a smoke, Jacky boy?~" Lafayette pulled out a small metal key, which was hanging from a chain wrapped around his neck. While Jacoby went to lock the door behind them, thus trapping the poor Private in the room with his Superiors, the gator unlocked the thin drawer beneath the desk's opening. He pulled out a thick, Cuban cigar from his personal items, as well as an old Zippo lighter. He bit down on the base of his cigar with his powerful jaws, while peering across the desk with a wide smirk.

"Ugh, please don't call me that on the base..." The flamingo looked rather miffed after locking the door, before turning himself around to face the Corporal. Instead of taking a seat, Jacoby merely stood on his left foot while bending his right leg against it. It was jarring how well the Lieutenant used his anatomy to his advantage, as the Private had never seen him sit down before. But with his muscular knees keeping him upright, Jacoby looked fairly comfortable while saying in response, "And no, I don't want a cigar. I swear, the last time I called my wife, she could practically smell it over the line."

"Pbbt! Jeeze, you're whipped, boy..." Lafayette shook his head with a roll of his eyes, ignoring the sour glare that appeared on the flamingo's beak for a moment. The gator closed his eyes as he lit the tip, and sucked the cigar deeply. The rich, aged tobacco went through his system with an effortless breath, giving the Corporal his much-needed nicotine fix. While Jacoby rolled his eyes and waited patiently, Lafayette leaned his muzzle back before opening his maw scarily wide. A thick plume of smoke bellowed out from his fanged maw, and drifted up to the ceiling to linger within the tiny room. "Mmmmmmm... Now that's the flavor~" he said with a satisfied hiss.

"You know, you should really cut back on those," said Jacoby with a hint of annoyance in his meek-sounding voice. He may have been able to scrawk like a falcon during drill training, but his regular speaking voice almost sounded like he was trying to sell life insurance. Regardless, he crossed his thin arms over his chest while eyeing the gator intently. "I know you think you can handle those, but the field medic warned you abou--"

"Aww, come on!" griped Lafayette, who interrupted the flamingo with a wave of his meaty claw. "I haven't smoked any cigars all week! I think I'm entitled to a little indulgence every now and then..."

The gator paused his thoughts to take another long, heavy drag from his cigar. Jacoby sighed and looked away from him, not seeming to notice the slight opening from the locker behind him. The giraffe was trying his hardest to keep himself hidden, and used his free hand to pull up his t-shirt to cover his muzzle. Unfortunately, even with the thick cloth and his own body odor hitting his senses, he could smell that cigar smoke drifting closer to his position. The scent of Cuban tobacco may have not been too unpleasant, but the lack of ventilation certainly made him worried how long he could last inside such an enclosed space.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." After another pleased exhale, Lafayette pulled himself forward and grabbed his key. "Oh! And speaking of indulgences..."

He leaned over to his side, and unlocked one of the drawers on the side of his desk. The bottom drawer opened up, revealing a small treasure trove of contraband. Among the porno magazines, horror comics and candy bars, a plastic rectangular brick was resting on top with the headphone cables still attached. Lafayette pulled out the device with a haughty grin. "Look what I confiscated from Private Brady this morning!"

The giraffe's eyes shot wide-open, and he gawked through the locker's vents when he saw his prized mp3 player. The boxy, almost vintage device was hanging by its cable while Lafayette held it in his claw. He brazenly tossed it across the desk, with Jacoby catching it with ease. The Private winced from how carelessly his Superiors were handling his personal item, which was the whole reason why he was here in the first place. But alas, all that he could do was watch as his Lieutenant examined the device himself.

"Huh... A Zune?" The flamingo's beak skewed puzzledly, and he turned on the mp3 player with the press of a button. The screen lit up to reveal a cartoon pony as the back screen, and a sleek menu that Jacoby scrolled through with his thumb. "Man, I haven't seen one of these since high school... Don't the kids just use their phones nowadays?"

"Well, it's not like those streaming apps work without wifi," noted Lafayette with a shrug. "Besides, that thing's got a hundred-twenty gigs on it! I watched a couple movies he had saved on it during lunch."

Brady's muzzle tightened up, and he had to bite his fist to keep himself from groaning in agitation. The giraffe didn't have many personal amenities when he came to the base, but that Zune was one of the few things he cared about keeping on his person. But while he stayed crammed in the locker with a bitter glare, he watched as Jacoby scrolled through the music library with a brow raised.

"Hmmmm... Kid's got good taste, I'll give him that." He tossed it back to Lafayette, who clutched the player tightly enough to nearly snap it like a gingerbread cracker. Fortunately for Brady, the Zune looked to still be in good condition when the Corporal spun around in his desk. He turned on an old stereo system nestled against the wall, and hooked the player up an aux cord he had lying around. Meanwhile, Jacoby asked, "So, are you gonna keep that thing, or what?"

"Nah, I was gonna give it back to him in a week. That'll give him enough time to know not to use it on duty." The gator scraped his claw against the Zune's track-button repeatedly, before stopping on a specific song that caught his eye. "Besides, he has every episode of that 'Firefly' show on it! You've been bitching about me watchin' it sometime, so I figured I could binge through that before giving it back to Brady."

"Good call." The flamingo smiled a little as he unbent his right leg, and switched his position with his left foot resting against his knee. Brady took a brief moment to close his eyes and sigh silently, immediately regretting his decision to break into Lafayette's office in the first place. He may have been determined to get his Zune back, but it wasn't worth doing something this stupid in the first place. However, the giraffe's eyes opened back up when he heard the distinct, industrial drums of a particular song through his Corporal's speakers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vSAOrpKlgY

"Hmph~" Jacoby seemed to recognize the song just as quickly as his Private, and he kept his arms crossed while eyeing Lafayette. "Really, Corporal?" His tone sounded a little bemused, but it wasn't enough to conceal the light smirk that grew on his beak. "A bit on the nose there, ain't it?~"

"What can I say?" The husky gator faced his Lieutenant once more, and leaned back with a sly grin of his own. "Subtlety isn't exactly my strongest suit..." The song's grungy bass and raspy vocals bounced off the office walls, while more cigar smoke lingered above the officers' heads. He held his cigar with his right claw, while his left went down to unbutton his jacket. His heavy gut practically ripped through the fabric, exposing his greying scales just above his crotch. He sighed contentedly in relief, while Jacoby's cheeks began to blush a little at the sight of Lafayette's bulging belly. When the Corporal began to unzip his trousers, Jacoby's eyes drifted downward as he stared at his Superior's thick, imposing physique; however, the gator's suggestive smile didn't seem to deter the Lieutenant, as he remained standing on one leg confidently.

In fact, just as Lafayette's claws drifted behind the waistline of his pants, Jacoby's smile grew equally as wide as the gator's. "Heh~"

That was when Jacoby unbent his leg, allowing both of his bare, webbed feet to rest on the floor. Lafayette took that moment to lean back in his chair, and plant his heavy boots atop his desk. As the industrial metal track continued to play behind him, he narrowed his eyes on Jacoby and asked, "You mind helping me outta these, Lieutenant?~"

"What, you can't do it yourself? You're the one who has to wear them..." Despite his slightly flaunting point, the flamingo walked over towards the gator's desk. Brady continued to watch from inside the locker, and narrowed his eyes in confusion. He wasn't sure what was going on, but the two Officers seemed to be acting much more... casual in private than they did on duty. Even though he couldn't say their aloof behavior was unexpected, he tilted his head while peering through the vents. Meanwhile, Jacoby took hold of one of the Corporal's black, dirty boots with both hands.

"What's the matter, you can't handle a couple knots?~" Lafayette spoke with an oddly teasing tone of voice, with his eyes narrowing on Jacoby to match his snide-looking grin. "Your Dad was in the Navy, wasn't he? I figured this would be second-nature for someone like you~"

"Well, it's not like he had to wear them either..." The flamingo held the boot firmly in one hand, while using the other to pull back one of the threads. The thick black strings unraveled from the boot's front, loosening its grip around Lafayette's ankles. The gator kept puffing on his cigar while watching his Lieutenant intently, his grin widening in a way that made Brady more suspicious in his locker. Of course, if the song currently playing wasn't evident enough, Jacoby's thin legs shifted slightly when he glanced down at Lafayette's crotch.

Brady had to reel his head up to look through the top vents and get a better view; however, he nearly gasped in shock the moment he saw that thick, obvious bulge that was peering out from his Superior's open fly. Since Lafayette was sprawled out in his desk with his pants undone, the bulge of his hardening cock was causing a sizable tent to appear through his off-white briefs. If Brady were to get a closer look, he'd likely notice the faint, visible dark stain that lingered at the tip of the gator's tent where pre was already leaking out. Of course, his exposed erection didn't seem to faze Jacoby, who merely grinned while holding his Superior's boot.

"Hmph~ So, Jacky Boy..." That was the second time he used that nickname for his Lieutenant, but it wasn't nearly as upsetting to the flamingo as it had before. In fact, all it did was make Jacoby huff and roll his eyes in amusement. The gator tried to wriggle his toes, but it barely made his thick boot move a centimeter in Jacoby's grip. After blowing out another plume of smoke, encasing the room in a thicker fog of that musky cigar flavor, Lafayette asked tauntingly, "Wha'cha waitin' for, eh? You know what to do~"

Brady's eyes widened, but he was able to remain frozen in place while crammed inside the locker. He had no idea what was going on, but the thoughts running through his head were making him start to blush profusely. He didn't want to think that anything too inappropriate would occur, especially since Lieutenant Jacoby was supposedly happily married. But even with his limiting point of view, it was difficult for the giraffe to see much conflict in the flamingo's smirked and blushing face.

"Heh~ What can I say?" Jacoby looked away from his Superior for only a moment while shrugging his head. "A good soldier's supposed to follow his Superior's orders, right?~"

"Ahhhhhh..." Lafayette grinned like a fat kid in a bakery, and nodded his head in approval. "That's very true, Lieutenant. That's very true indeed..."

Without hesitation, the gator dug his claw inside of his tenting crotch, and took another puff from his cigar. "If that's how you want it, you got it! Get to licking, Lieutenant Jacoby. And that's a direct order~"

The flamingo's cheeks turned much redder against his pink feathers, and he breathed out with a light shiver while nodding his head. "Y-Yes, Sir..."

Jacoby leaned his head in, and closed his eyes as he took that first long drag of his tongue against the Corporal's black boot. Meanwhile, Brady's jaw nearly hit the bottom of the locker from how quickly it went agape. His eyes were as wide as frisbees as he watched his Lieutenant through the vents, and saw how deeply he was licking that boot of their Superior. The flamingo let out a faint, shivering moan as he slid his tongue across the side of the dirty leather, his shorts bulging out quite a bit around his crotch. Jacoby took his sweet time as he licked tentatively, clearly having done this for Lafayette many times before.

"Mmmmnnnnghhhh... Yeah, there ya go~" The gator blew out another plume of smoke, aiming it right at his bootlicking Lieutenant's face. The blast of smoke made the flamingo moan out deeper, but he continued to clean up every inch of that boot to make it glisten under the fluorescent lights. Lafayette growled hungrily while playing with himself, tugging at his fat cock as it tested the confines of his tight briefs. By the time Jacoby got a good portion of that first boot thoroughly cleaned off, the gator looked down at the flamingo's shorts and said with a lustful purr, "Nnnnfffffff... You better take off those shorts too, Lieutenant. You won't be needing them right now~"

"Aaaahhhh!~" Jacoby's gaping beak pulled away briefly so he could nod, while a thin string of saliva could be seen connecting his tongue to that glossy boot. He used one of his hands to frantically undo his shorts, and allowed them to fall down to his bare ankles on the floor. Unlike Lafayette, Jacoby was wearing a jockstrap with a camouflage codpiece at the front, and strips of black elastic wrapped around his thighs and waist. Brady was at a total loss for words, and could only stare in confoundment as he saw his Lieutenant's bare ass in full view; despite how thin and slender the flamingo may have been, he seemed to have a surprisingly toned rump with plump, juicy cheeks beneath his pink tailfeathers. And even with how tightly that codpiece was clinging to his crotch, the elastic of his waistband seemed to be stretching out from how hard his cock was pushing against the cotton fabric.

"Mmmmmmm... Nicely done, Jacky Boy~" The fat gator rewarded his Officer by pulling down his own waistband, which allowed for his cock to finally spring out and be seen by both soldiers in the room. Brady's blush turned even hotter when he caught sight of Lafayette's fat, scaley cock through the locker's vents. Even while his thick claw was gripping the shaft tightly, the sheer girth of that uncircumsized beast was evident with a few inches being seen from both ends. The gator's cockhead was sticking out partially from his foreskin, just as a thick glob of precum began to dribble from the tip and linger against the scaly rim. Even with how thick the room was getting with cigar smoke, the sheer musk of the Corporal's cock was overpowering enough for Brady to smell from his hidey-hole. Meanwhile, Jacoby's beak clenched shut as he let out a muffled groan of his own. "Nnnnffffff!!~"

"Now, don't get impatient now..." Lafayette motioned over towards his other boot, which was still tied and looking rather dirty atop his desk. "You only did half your work, boy. You better finish the job before I can give your next order~"

"Aaaahhhh~" The flamingo moaned out like a little bitch, and eagerly yanked off that first boot to toss aside. Lafayette had an especially smug grin while biting his cigar, enjoying the sight of his Lieutenant greedily untying the second boot's threads. The Corporal's thick white sock was still on his foot, practically matted to his scales from how sweaty it became after a long day. Before Jacoby could get to work cleaning the second boot, he moaned out when Lafayette pressed his sweaty foot against his cheek.

"Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh... Get a good whiff of that, Jacky Boy..." Lafayette made sure to curl his toes over the crook of Jacoby's beak, ensuring that he got a direct hit of that unwashed sweat. The flamingo's feathers ruffled out as he shuddered in place, with his knees nearly buckling from the sheer onslaught of that ripe stench. But despite how overwhelmed he was looking before his Corporal, all he could do was groan while throbbing hard in his jockstrap. A couple thick globs of precum managed to seep through the codpiece, almost as if he was that close to cumming from the scent of Lafayette's sock alone. Fortunately, that wasn't enough to deter the Officer, as he leaned his head in and began to lick the other boot just as diligently.

"Jeeze, you're fucking nasty, Lieutenant~" Even with that jeering insult, it was obvious that Lafayette was enjoying the show as he stroked himself slowly. "I guess you're a little jealous of all the other soldiers being able to wear these, huh?" His fat digits slid up and down his shaft, with thick veins able to be seen through his scales with every hard throb he made. More precum was pooling around the cockhead, lingering within the confines of that foreskin with every teasing stroke. But the moment he pulled down on his shaft, allowing for his head to spring out fully, a couple thick rivulets of his syrupy precum began to dribble down and leave his claw glazed and slippery. Of course, the gator used his pre to his advantage, as he was able to stroke himself with better ease with his own lubricant. "Nnnnnghhhhh..."

While Jacoby moaned between the deep laps of his tongue against the Corporal's dirty boot, his hips thrusted involuntarily each time he took a breath through that sock cupped over his beak. Brady had no idea how good the flamingo's sense of smell could've been, but it was difficult to imagine that being too pleasant when the heady smell was reaching the locker he was inside. The Private tried to cover his snout with a free hand, while trying his hardest not to make any noise. Unfortunately, as his face remained heavy with blush, he was finding it harder to keep himself still with each passing second.

"Nnnnnffffffff..." The giraffe groaned to himself faintly, which was thankfully unheard by the gator or his bootlicker of a subordinate. There were two reasons why Brady was having trouble staying still in the locker, which was feeling more and more constricting as his neck bent more painfully. The smoke from Lafayette's cigar was growing thicker within the tiny room, and was making it difficult for Brady to breathe without his lungs straining a bit. And despite how confident he may have been regarding his sexuality, the giraffe couldn't ignore the fact that he was getting rock-hard watching his Superiors getting kinky.

"Mmmphh!!~" Jacoby was drooling all over that boot as he licked it clean, putting the 'Sub' in 'Subordinate' as he tended to his Corporal's perverted whim. The tip of his tented jock was becoming matted with precum spurting through the fabric, which kept pumping out as he thrusted his hips in the air. Lafayette managed to smoke half of his cigar by the time Jacoby finished his work, which left a long bulb of ash lingering delicately at the tip. When the blushing flamingo looked back at his Superior with a lust-addled gaze, the gator grinned hungrily while stroking his fat cock.

"Come on, now..." Lafayette reached out with his cigar, making sure not to disturb the ash lingering at the end. Jacoby shuddered with a blushing grin, already knowing what he was expected to do. The gator narrowed his eyes on him and purred out, "Open that beak, Lieutenant. That's an order~"

As soon as he let go of Lafayette's boot, Jacoby leaned over the desk with his eyes half-lidded, and his beak opened wide. He even stuck his tongue out with a weak-sounding moan, which allowed the gator to lean in with his cigar. The Corporal gave the top of his cigar a couple of taps with a single digit, which allowed the ash to drop off and land right on Jacoby's tongue. After a strong shudder, the Lieutenant pulled his head back before closing his beak, and giving a hard gulp. "Glk!~"

"Mmmphhh!!~" Private Brady clenched his muzzle tightly with his hand, but he couldn't keep himself from groaning shakily at that sight. Depraved or not, seeing that kind of dominance from Lafayette was disturbingly hot as fuck. Without even realizing it, the giraffe's other hand was already buried inside of his pants, with the button and zipper already undone. He may have not been able to move all that well in his cramped confines, but he was eager enough to try and jerk his cock with the faintest flicks of his wrist.

"Mmmmmmm... that's right, get that musk like a good little soldier~" Lafayette took another puff from his cigar while Jacoby pulled off the other boot, and dug his beak right against the bottom of his sweaty foot. The flamingo was moaning eagerly with every hard sniff, absolutely loving how hard the gator was pushing both of his sweaty socks against his blushing face. His tongue even dragged across the bottoms of both soles, and he held onto Lafayette's ankles with both hands to keep them right in place. His jockstrap was looking just as soaked as his Corporal's socks, as the constant stimulation was keeping the flamingo close to edging from foot stuff alone.

Meanwhile, Corporal Lafayette's cock was absolutely coated in his own precum, which made the scales shimmer beautifully between his glazed digits. Each time he slid his cock down the length of his rigid cock, the foreskin was pulled down enough to flaunt that plump, meaty head as it oozed more delicious pre. The gator's balls looked just as tempting as they hung heavily between his legs, draping over the edge of the chair to dangle enticingly. Even with Jacoby huffing both of those sweaty socks like they were bong hits, Brady's eyes couldn't veer away from the sight of his Superior's fat, uncut cock. He wasn't sure if it was because of his precarious position, which forced him to witness this depravity without any way of stopping it himself. Or maybe the sight of his Officers acting this way was igniting a fire inside of the giraffe, which made his heart race and his muzzle drooling. Whichever reason it was, Brady was becoming lost in perverted pleasure as he stared blankly at that gator cock, and meekly tugged his own within the locker.

He could only imagine how rich and decadent that cockmusk must've tasted upclose, right where Jacoby could be able to appreciate it. Even though he wouldn't have considered himself envious of the flamingo's position, Brady absentmindedly licked his lips with his long, dexterous tongue as he thought about the taste. Considering how thick that pre was getting along Lafayette's shaft, there was probably a ton of it for his Lieutenant to clean up himself. The stench of cigar smoke may have been thick enough to make the room clouded and hazy, but the lingering scent of all that testosterone laden musk prompted Brady to close his eyes contentedly, and flare out his nostrils to suck in as much as he--

"MMMPHHHHH!!!"

Brady's eyes bulged out in a mixture of shock and terror. Due to how lost he had gotten in his own lust, he completely forgot that there was enough smoke in that tiny room to suffocate his virgin lungs. He may have smoked a cigarette or two for curiosity's sake, but he wasn't able to handle the onslaught of second-hand smoke that made his lungs convulse hard in his chest. His grip on the door tightened, but it was to no avail; the giraffe's eyes clenched shut as he struggled to keep himself still, but his body gave out with a strong convulsion that rocked him violently hard inside of the locker.

"AAAAHHHH!!" Private Brady stumbled out of the locker, causing Jacoby to squawk loudly and jolt back. Lafayette nearly fell out of his chair when he saw the giraffe fall out of the empty locker, and collapse on the floor hacking loudly. Brady's pants were down to his knees with his erection sticking out, but all he could do was cover his muzzle with both hands while coughing violently. "A'HEM! COFF COFF COFF!! UGH!! A'HEM A'HEM A'HEM A'HEM!!!"

It took Private Brady nearly a full minute to get his lungs back in working order, even with how thick the smoke had gotten within that tiny room. Tears were pouring down his cheeks by the time he was able to get his breathing in check, and he quickly wiped his face with his fist. Unfortunately, the song had finished playing by that point, leaving the room completely silent. And despite how relieved his body may have felt to breathe again, that feeling was soon replaced with a sense of strong, unparalleled dread when the giraffe's eyes reopened. Time seemingly froze in that moment, as he craned his long neck and peered back at his Superiors at Lafayette's desk.

Just before Brady stumbled out of the locker, Jacoby had gotten himself around the desk with his knees on the floor, and his face within reach of Lafayette's cock. The flamingo was still kneeled beside his Superior while gawking back at Brady, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. The gator above him looked equally as stunned, with his left eye twitching at the sight of his half-undressed Private lying on the floor as a failed voyeur. All the while, Private Brady laid completely frozen on the floor, with his dick still hard and his life flashing before his very eyes.

"... uuuuhhhhhhhhh..."

For almost a full minute, nobody said a word to fill that deafening void of silence. Brady was left completely petrified in fear, unsure of what kind of consequence he would face as a result of being caught by his Superiors. Even though he just caught them doing some very questionable things, the idea of blackmail wasn't even an option in the giraffe's mind. Since he didn't think to bring his camera or any recording devices, his word wouldn't hold an ounce to either of theirs. And even if he was able to avoid any official punishment for this insubordination, he could only imagine what horrible ideas the Lieutenant and Corporal could conjure up off the books.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Jacoby was the first to finally speak up. His open beak morphed into a furious sneer as he narrowed his eyes on the Private lividly. "BRADY?!? JUST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YO--Mmmmphhhh!!"

Before the Lieutenant could polish his drill instructing skills for a personal tongue-lashing (obviously different from the type he was just giving the Corporal), Lafayette's claw was quick to clamp down on the flamingo's beak. His voice was instantly muffled, but he wasn't able to pull away before the gator leaned in close to his head. "What the fuck are YOU doin?!" he whispered with a vicious hiss, while his eyes looked towards the locked door of the office. "You wanna wake the entire barracks up?! Think with your goddamn head, Lieutenant!"

Jacoby's eyes widened for a split-second, and he immediately shut himself up. Even though he took a moment to glare back at Brady, whose bottom lip was tightly bit in worry, the flamingo eventually relented with an understanding nod of his head. Lafayette slowly let go of his beak, and pulled his claw away when he saw Jacoby wouldn't raise his voice again. Unfortunately for the lone Private, his Lieutenant's silence meant that the Corporal could look back at him with a sharp, unweiding gaze that made his fur stand on end.

"Private Brady..."

His voice came out in a low, terrifyingly intense tone as cold as his reptilian blood. Brady could only gulp in immense worry, which caused a small bulge of his saliva to be seen traveling down the length of his long neck. Jacoby was still staring daggers at the poor giraffe, undoubtedly eager to dish out some payback after being exposed and cock-blocked at the same time. But compared to his Superior Officer beside him, it seemed that Lafayette's piercing stare wasn't nearly as enraged as the flamingo's. Instead, the gator took a moment to scan Brady up and down with his eyes. "... How long were you in that locker watching us?"

Private Brady may have been frozen in fear, but that question made his muzzle skew into a very uncomfortable grimace. Considering why he was in the office in the first place, the giraffe was feeling more regretful than a prisoner being walked down death row for his execution. His blush remained as heavy as could be, nearly covering up the brown spots in his fur. But despite how horrified he may have been feeling, he was able to open his muzzle the slightest bit to answer his Superior. "Uhhhhh... a-apparently, too long..."

Jacoby's glare turned much nastier, and his beak tightened up like he was struggling not to lose his shit. Meanwhile, Lafayette kept a stern stare of his own, but managed to huff briefly to that little comeback. The gator may have not looked too happy, but that answer prompted him to tilt his head while staring down at Brady's crotch. Unbenounced to the giraffe in his compromised state, his cock was still fully erect and twitching between his legs. Meanwhile, Lafayette's uncut monster remained just as rigid with his scaly sheath coated in a thick glaze of his syrupy precum.

The Corporal took a moment to look around, using his military mind to come up with a suitable plan of action. While there may have been an obvious solution which would be the safest, it would also involve himself and Jacoby getting their clothes back on. Not to mention, Private Brady's silent and aroused state was enough to get the gator thinking more... creatively. Of course, before he could ask Brady any further questions, he took a moment to speak to his Lieutenant.

"Jacoby?" He quickly caught the flamingo's attention, and softened the pissed-off scowl on his beak for a brief moment. When the Lieutenant glanced back at him, Lafayette raised both of his brows and carried a surprisingly reserved tone of voice. "Weren't you complaining the other day about how... uncooperative our soldiers could act sometimes?~"

The gator tried to perk his brows with the mention of that adjective, hoping to emphasize his wording enough to catch Jacoby's interest. However, the flamingo just narrowed his eyes back on him puzzledly. "Uhhhh... Y-Yeah, I do?" He looked back at Brady for a second, who was still sitting in a stunned daze with a confused blush. Jacoby quickly shook his head to re-track his focus, and looked back at Lafayette to ask, "Wait a minute, what are you getting at here?!"

"What do you think I'm getting at?~" Since his first question didn't make things clear enough, Lafayette sported a cheeky grin before motioning back towards Brady. "I mean, look at this Private right here! Most of the grunts on base would've turned heel the instant they got caught like that! But not him..."

The moment he heard the odd inflection in that last word, Brady blinked a couple times while sitting with a blank expression. Sure, he may have still been fully erect, but he was still feeling scared shitless in such a precarious position. At the same time though, the gator's strangely telling voice was keeping his heart thumping fast in his chest, and his cheeks burning hot with blush. Even though his mind remained a stunned and petrified blank, especially while in the presence of Jacoby's glare, the giraffe was able to keep his mouth shut while his Superior kept talking. "In fact... even while sitting down, it seems that the Private is still standing for attention~"

That was when Lafayette turned his curious smirk right in Brady's direction, letting the Private know exactly what caught his interest. The giraffe's eyes widened as the realization sank in, and Lieutenant Jacoby's did the same. But unlike Brady, whose muzzle remained silent and agape, the flamingo blurted out, "W-W-Wait a minute! You... You can't be serious, can you?!"

"Well, why not?" Despite how precarious the situation may have been, Lafayette gave a shrug of his shoulders and pointed out, "He already saw what we were doing, so it's not like much good'll come from letting him leave right now. And in case you haven't noticed, he's not the only one still hard as a rock~"

Jacoby's beak nearly dropped to the floor, and he was left in a temporary state of shock. Even though Lafayette wasn't necessarily wrong, he needed a moment as he looked between him and Brady. He could see that both of them were indeed hard, with the giraffe even sporting an impressive (albeit thin) looking cock with a flared, equine head. And before he could think to say anything in opposition, the only thing to come out of Jacoby's beak was a sudden squawk when Lafayette reached down with one of his feet.

"BRAAAWWWWWK!!~" His whole body locked up when the gator prodded his crotch with the sole of his sweaty sock. Even though he was still wearing his jockstrap, the codpiece was barely holding on while his own erection pushed against the waistband. The tent of his jock was already soaked with the flamingo's hot, gooey precum, but Lafayette's sweaty sock only added to the sensation to make Jacoby shiver. The Lieutenant leaned back with his eyelids fluttering, and shuddered beneath the gator's foot when he felt those toes kneading against his bulge. "Mmmmnnnnghhhh..."

"Yeeeaaaahhhhh... that's right~" Lafayette nodded with a hungrier grin on his muzzle, his yellowed fangs glistening to make his smile much more intimidating. Private Brady was at a loss for words, but the sight of Jacoby being teased so badly with a single gator foot was pressing buttons he never knew existed. While the flamingo kneeled before his Superior and moaned like a little bitch, Lafayette glanced back at Brady to ask coaxingly, "So, what about you, Private? I might be pissed that you snuck in here, but you could easily get on my good side if you're willing~"

Brady almost groaned with a shiver as his legs squirmed, and his cock twitched harder than he would've expected. He wouldn't have considered himself to be too bicurious before enlisting, but his eyes were practically locked onto that thick gator cock standing so enticingly in a sheen of its own precum. Meanwhile, Jacoby wasn't able to speak up while moaning from the hard gropes of Lafayette's foot against his tent. Lafayette kept a wide, enticing grin on Brady as he lifted up his other leg, and planted his foot right over Jacoby's beak. The flamingo belted out a hungry moan before clenching his eyes shut, and taking a deep breath of that sock with the gator's toes curled over his nostrils.

"Nnnnnfffff... Yeah, that'll shut ya up~" The Corporal growled in pleasure as he kept his Lieutenant on his knees, and used his sweaty feet to rile him up properly. He also used a claw to start stroking his cock again, not seeming to mind the new guest watching him out in the open. Brady's muzzle hung wide-open, but all that could come out was a shuddering whimper in response to seeing that cock spurting out more precum. Meanwhile, Lafayette made sure to add, "Besides, you know how hard it is to get good head from this guy's beak? I mean, his tongue's good enough, but I know you could do something special with that muzzle of yours~"

If this was any other time, Brady would've likely felt very conflicted about being propositioned by his Superior Officer. But even with how thick and musty the office smelt from cigar smoke, the lingering scent of musk was causing his nostrils to flare out involuntarily. As much as he wanted to deny it, the giraffe could feel his mouth watering from the sight of Lafayette's digits sliding up and down the length of that scaly cock. But since his mind was still as blank as a magnetized harddrive, the Private didn't realize that his body was working on its own accord; as the gator's grin widened with a nod, Brady's knees were dragging across the floor as he crawled in closer towards him.

"Yeah, keep yourself on them knees, boy~" The Corporal kept stroking himself at a slow and teasing pace, while his other claw reached out to play a new song on Brady's Zune. Since the device was already connected to his speakers, it didn't take long for him to get another fitting song playing to set the mood properly:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NunAl4BRVx8

The sounds of thumping drums and trippy bass bounced off the walls, while the sensual vocals helped to ease Brady's apprehensions. Lafayette leaned back in his chair, pressing his feet harder against Jacoby for leverage as he made the flamingo moan deeper. Even though the sight of his Lieutenant taking deep breaths of Lafayette's sock was still shocking, Brady could feel himself crawling towards his Corporal's crotch like some lustful trance. His eyes turned half-lidded the closer he got to that meaty gator cock, with the scent of his Superior's musk overpowering enough to make his body quiver. By the time he got himself beside the flamingo, Brady's pants managed to slide off his legs, bunching around his clunky boots he couldn't remove.

"Get in there, Private!" Lafayette let go of his cock, which left his claw glazed with strings of his gooey pre connecting his fat digits. Meanwhile, his cock was standing rigidly with the head gushing more of that milky-white substance from the tip. Brady had no idea why he had become so complacent, but he wasn't one to complain. Instead, his body seemed to be working on its own accord the moment he heard his Superior growl out. "And that's a direct order~"

Brady may have been on his knees, but his long neck made him at perfect eye-level with Lafayette as he nodded his head. The giraffe bent his head down, his lips parting to let out a faint moan just before they made contact. The tip of his muzzle pressed against the head of that glistening gator cock, with a good portion of precum smearing against his snout. The fat cockhead slid right between Brady's lips, with the Private opening his muzzle just enough to invite in the rest. Just as he closed his eyes contentedly, his moan was cut off by his tongue sliding out to get that first taste of the Corporal's musky load.

"OooooOOOOOoohhhh!!~" Lafayette's eyes clenched tightly shut, and his feet pressed up harder against Jacoby's face while moaning deeply. Private Brady may have been inexperienced, but his anatomy proved to be surprisingly helpful as his long, dexterous tongue slid out of his maw. The appendage was able to wrap around Lafayette's shaft like a snake, causing the gator to tense up and groan through his fangs. Brady's heart skipped a beat when he tasted that ripe, heady pre which coated his tongue in an instant. More drool seeped out from the giraffe's muzzle, but it stayed wide-open as the girth of Lafayette's cockhead crammed its way between his hungry lips.

"Nnnnnggggg, yeah get it all in!~" The Corporal wasn't patient enough for his Private to take it slow, and gripped both of the ossicones atop his head. Brady's eyes bulged open again, but he wasn't able to stop that thick cockhead from pushing its way to the back of his throat. Even though his head convulsed a little from the strain, it didn't seem like the girth of Lafayette's cock was enough to really hurt him. Of course, the gator was more than aware of that fact as he said with a titillated groan, "Nnnnffff... Man, it must be nice having a long neck, huh?~"

Lafayette slowly pulled his feet off of Jacoby's crotch and beak, allowing the Lieutenant to slip back to reality while the gator's legs wrapped around Brady's back. That additional pressure ensured that the Private would remain tightly in place between the Corporal's legs, with his snout pinned right up against that sweaty crotch to suck in the same musk as the flamingo had. Speaking of which, it didn't take long for Jacoby to see the envious position that Brady got himself into, as well as the bulge of Lafayette's cockhead protruding from the top of the giraffe's throat. If his head wasn't swimming from the intense high of Lafayette's sweaty musk fraying his sinuses, he likely would've been pissed that Brady was taking his rightful place between the Corporal's legs. However, his eyes slowly glanced towards Brady's bare backside, where the giraffe's tail was instinctually flagged upward.

The flamingo grew a wide, devilish grin upon seeing that juicy ass of his Private's. And while Brady was too busy being pushed down the length of Lafayette's throbbing cock, Jacoby was able to lean in and see that pink, petite-looking tailhole puckering in wait. His own cock twitched hard within the tight confines of his soaked jockstrap, prompting him to finally pull down on his waistband and slip it free. His cock may have not been nearly as long as Lafayette or Brady's, but the plump-looking member was still intimidating as it carried a thick, meaty knot at the base.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about!~" Lafayette nodded with a grin when he saw his Lieutenant's cock standing in wait, but he still shivered as he felt Brady's lips slipping further down his shaft. The giraffe was muffledly groaning to himself as he took in more of that scaly beast, with his lips dripping with a mixture of his drool and Lafayette's gushing precum. But even with how effectively he was making the gator shiver, the Corporal was able to point towards his desk and say, "I... I have some lube in the bottom drawer if ya need it~"

Despite how tempting it'd be to shove it in dry, Jacoby knew that would be too cruel of an act for their little Private; not to mention, he didn't want to do anything too risky while Brady's mouth was stuffed with gator cock. By the time he got the bottle out from the bottom drawer, Lafayette was able to get back to finishing his cigar while enjoying his blowjob. When he finally got back to the giraffe's backside, Jacoby tried not to cough as the room grew thicker with cigar smoke; but at the same time, he didn't seem to mind seeing more ash growing at the tip of the Corporal's stub. "Don't worry," assured the gator with a jeering smirk before motioning down towards the Private. "I'll make sure he gets this one~"

Jacoby nodded in approval, and quickly uncapped the bottle to pour that clear substance all over his cock. Private Brady didn't seem to realize what was going on, but he let out a muffled yelp when he felt the flamingo's hands squeezing both of his cheeks at the same time. Right when that happened, Lafayette surprised the Private even more when he pulled his hips back, and yanked out his cock with a single thrust. Brady gasped the instant his throat was dislodged, with the inside of his muzzle coated in a thick sheen of pre. However, since his tongue was sticking out slightly while panting like a dog, Lafayette took advantage of his position as he held on to one of his ossicones tightly. "Alright, just keep it right there..."

The Corporal grinned naughtily, and Jacoby chuckled in perverted pleasure as he watched his Superior tap the top of his cigar right over Brady's mouth. The giraffe shuddered when he tasted the harsh, bitter ash that dropped right onto his tongue, which felt just as hot as it did degrading. And without even being asked, the Private grimaced as he clenched his eyes shut, and closed his muzzle to swallow the load just given to him. "Glk!~"

"Good boy~" Lafayette kept the giraffe in place while Jacoby got in position behind him. Brady moaned out weakly when he felt the flamingo's hot, throbbing cockhead prodding against his tailhole, smearing it in a generous amount of lube to help open him up. As the giraffe groaned through his teeth and struggled to keep himself still, his head was pulled back by the ossicone so he was looking directly up at his Superior. Lafayette grinned wide at him while his cock was pointed right at his face, and he made sure to say with a dominant growl, "And if you wanna be a good soldier, you'll learn to get used to that like Jacky Boy has~"

Before Brady could even shudder in realization, he heard the flamingo behind him whine, "Hey, come on! I told you about using that name around others!"

"Well, you're just about to fuck him in the ass, so I doubt you should be complaining!"

That point prompted the Lieutenant to pause briefly, and eventually shrug in silence. Meanwhile, Lafayette decided to get things back on track, and gripped both of Brady's ossicones with his claws. "Now, let's get this Private back on duty!~"

The giraffe went wide-eyed when that thick cockhead pistoned back between his lips, and instantly clogged his throat once more. While Brady sputtered and gurgled around his Superior's shaft, Jacoby was quick to nod and get himself in position between those cheeks. "Sir, yes Sir!~"

Without warning, the flamingo's scrawny legs proved to carry a surprising amount of strength, as he thrusted his hips in with all his might to shove himself through. Brady let out a deep, muffled yelp around the girth of Lafayette's cock as his pupils shrank, and his body trembled from the sheer brutality of his hole being speared open. While he may have been lubed enough to avoid any serious damage, he was still given a painful stretch from that avian shaft working its way in. Meanwhile, Jacoby moaned out from the intense tightness of that hole wrapping around his shaft, which made every push just as tough as it was tantalizing.

The friction of his pushing also helped to get more of Lafayette's cock inside of Brady's muzzle, and push that cockhead further down his long neck. The Private's eyes clenched shut with tears bulbing at the corners, but the intensity of his double-stuffing wasn't enough to keep him from staying in place. Regardless, it didn't take long before the giraffe's chin nestled in tightly against the crook of Lafayette's thick, heavy balls that hung over the chair. Meanwhile, the thick knot of Jacoby's knot was soon able to push against the outside of Brady's hole, eager to work its way inside with a little force.

"Mnnnghhh!!" Jacoby was grimacing through his clenched beak, but the immense pressure around his shaft was more than pleasing as he got himself deep inside the Private. Brady could barely focus on the pain, mostly because his tastebuds were being assaulted with the ripe taste of Lafayette's cock grinding against his tongue. Since the giraffe couldn't exactly move himself from his military-grade spitroast, all he could do was try his best to take both of those plump shafts for all they were worth. Although, that was easier said than done when he felt that meaty flamingo knot pushing harder against his aching hole.

"Yeaaahhhhh, you like that, Private?~" Jacoby was pushing with all of his might, with every hard gyration of his hips causing his shaft to throb inside of Brady's opening. The harshness may have been a lot to handle, but the giraffe couldn't ignore how badly those sensations were leaving his cock dripping with pre. His fur was standing on end, and his nerves were tingling each time he felt Lafayette's scaly cock throbbing harder inside of his mouth. His lips were trembling around that shaft, and his throat was trying not to convulse as it was clogged with so much hot cockmeat. The taste of his Corporal's pre was intense enough to leave his mind reeling in pleasure, even as his Lieutenant continued to berate him from behind. "Nnnnnffffff... Damn, kid. If I knew you'd be this easy, I would've taken that tight ass months ago~"

"Same here~" Lafayette took his last couple of drags from the cigar, and decided to put it out on the ashtray on his desk for a change. As he leaned back with a deep and smoke-exhuming sigh, his fanged muzzle looked absolutely blissful while holding Brady tightly against his crotch. The giraffe's eyes were fluttering alongside his deepening blush, with his lungs beginning to strain from that fat gator cock blocking his airways. Unfortunately, that sensation proved to be downright pleasant compared to Lieutenant Jacoby's persistent thrusts, which were managing to cram his thick knot inside bit by bit.

"Nnnnnnghhhh!!" The flamingo may have not been fully inside just yet, but the tightness of Brady's hole was leaving him throbbing dangerously close to climax. Sweat was beginning to bead through his pink feathers, and they ruffled out every time his body shuddered in response to Brady's clenching. Jacoby looked back up at Lafayette to see how he was doing, and could tell from the gator's blush that he was growing close himself. Of course, when he looked down at the giraffe's muzzle, and saw how he managed to get his Corporal balls-deep inside of his mouth, the Lieutenant couldn't help tilting his head with an impressed look. "Ooh, damn... That's actually pretty good."

"I know, right?~" Lafayette shot his Officer a strong shit-eating grin, and groaned through his fangs as he thrusted his hips hard against Brady's face. The giraffe was tensing up from the building pressure he was feeling from both ends, as well as his own lungs straining harder from his clogged throat. It was hard to imagine that he could've found himself in such a situation, especially since he originally snuck into this office to get his damn Zune back. But on the other hand, it wasn't like he'd prefer a more "official" military punishment over his current spitroasting.

"Mmmphhh!~" It was hard for Brady to tell how long he spent pinned between his Superiors' cocks, or how quickly he was able to get both of them off with his willing holes. The minutes seemed to pass by without warning, with the gator and flamingo giving it to him as hard as they could. Both of their hips were thrusting in tandem to fill the giraffe up, while the poor Private tried his best to keep his head clear while swimming in lust. The overbearing scent of musk and cigar smoke was leaving his thoughts blissfully clouded, and his body running on enough endorphins to ignore a lot of the searing pain. However, even with how hard his cock was throbbing while dangling between his legs, Private Brady's entire body locked up the moment he felt Jacoby pushing through his hole with an intensity he wasn't prepared for. "HRMMMPHH!!~"

"NNNNGHHHHHH!!!" With a tenaciously hard thrust of his hips, Lieutenant Jacoby finally made use of that tight hole as he plowed his knot through. The flamingo reeled his head back with a deep, blissful moan while the giraffe's pucker clenched hard around his base. Corporal Lafayette may have been preoccupied with the Private's muzzle, but he took enough notice of that muffled yelp to chuckle in perverted pleasure. He grinned back at the Officer across from him, who was shuddering with a heavy blush through his feathers. "AaaaaaAAAaaaahhhh... H-Hooooolllllllly fuck~"

"Nicely done, Jacky Boy~" jeered Lafayette while smirking in approval. "I was startin' to worry you were gonna shoot your load before the deed was done~"

"Heh~ I-I... I'm not THAT sensitive down there, Corporal..." Jacoby rolled his eyes while shivering all over, which made Private Brady quiver around that thick knot. The giraffe's eyes were rolled back while clenching around the flamingo's endowment, which managed to catch his attention far more than that scaly cock stretching his throat. Lafayette was throbbing hard inside of his drooling muzzle, with heavy globs of his pre trickling down the giraffe's neck to indicate he was close. Even though Brady's vision was starting to turn spotty, and his thoughts were becoming more muddled with every second spent in suffocating pleasure, his own cock was twitching readily with spurts of precum splattering between his knees.

"Aaaahhh!!~"

"Nnnnnfffff!!~"

"Awwwwww yeah..."

Lafayette and Jacoby really went at it after Brady was knotted, keeping him tightly pinned as the Officers' personal sex toy. Even when new songs began to play through the speakers, none of them seemed to care as the room grew thicker in musky sex. Lafayette was bobbing the giraffe's head up and down, making the Private's chin repeatedly smack against his Superior's balls while drool seeped from his muzzle. Meanwhile, Jacoby was groaning through his beak as he repeatedly pounded that slender ass, making sure to give Brady's hole a proper reaming with every ball-smacking thrust.

"Awww, fuck!~" Lafayette's voice was turning more strained, as were the hard bobs of Brady's head up and down his shaft. Tears were trickling down the giraffe's face, but he remained vigilant as he repeatedly took those thrusts of hot gator cock pistoning his throat. The flamingo's knot was swelling up inside of him, which stretched out Brady's hole even further to carry its meaty girth. The Private wasn't sure how much more he could take, even with his cock throbbing direly for some much-needed release in its untouched state. Nevertheless, his hazy thoughts were quickly put on hold when he heard his Superior's hungry moans while pushing deep into his mouth. "Nnnnngggggg!! I... I'm just about to cum!"

"M-Me too!!~" Jacoby couldn't thrust too vigorously while knotted so tightly inside the giraffe. But regardless, he still tried his best as he pushed himself as deep as he could inside the Private's ass. The flamingo was looking just as heated as his Superior, and it was obvious that he was just about to put that knot to proper use by filling their soldier to the brim. But unlike his Corporal, who was able to hide his titillation with a strong grimace of his muzzle, Jacoby's beak hung wide open as he delivered those last couple of thrusts. "Ahhh! Aaaaahhh!! AAAAHHHH!!!~"

"MMMMMGHHHHH!!!~"

In near-perfect unison, Brady felt like he was being pressed in from both ends like an accordion. His eyes clenched shut, and he trembled hard between those two cocks that pulsated inside of his ass and mouth. Every nerve on his body was fraying mindlessly, and his fur was standing on end as he felt those hot, gushing sensations of warmth flooding his body. Each time the gator's scaly cock throbbed between his quivering lips, Brady was able to feel the torrent of hot cum shooting straight down his neck. Of course, that sensation wasn't nearly as intense as the pressure he felt from his backside, as Jacoby's load quickly flooded him to his deepest depths and filled him with that strong, strangely comforting warmth.

"AAAAHHHHH!!~" Lafayette had his head reeled back, and his muzzle wide-open as he shot several ropes of cum directly down the giraffe's gullet. By the time he was finished, it felt like an electrical surge had coarsed through the gator's body to leave his scales tingling on end. Jacoby was shuddering hard as he eventually collapsed atop Brady's back, his feathers fully ruffled out and dripping with sweat. Unbenounced to either of them, Private Brady was quivering like a fallen leaf while skewered between their cocks, and his body full of his Superiors' loads. And as his twitching cock hung rigidly between his legs, a meager little dribble of cum was pouring out like a broken faucet to leave a puddle on the floor; despite how weak and continuous it may have been, his prolonged orgasm was strong enough to leave Brady's eyes rolling back in deep, indescribable euphoria.

"Mmmmmphhhhh..." The giraffe's climax lasted quite a bit longer than his Superiors, mostly due to how limited and prolonged his orgasm felt without being able to touch himself. Regardless, Private Brady was fortunate enough to have Lafayette's cock slip out of his muzzle with a single thrust, allowing him to gasp several deep breaths before sighing in pleasure. He slumped his chin atop the gator's bare waist, his muzzle coated in drool and cum while smiling to himself tiredly. Meanwhile, Jacoby's thick knot was still buried inside of that puckering hole, while the flamingo smirked down at the Private's post-coital state.

"Well, whad'ya know?" Jacoby may have been balls-deep in Brady, but he looked back at his Corporal with a confident grin on his beak. "Seems like our fun wasn't interrupted after all~"

"You said it, Lieutenant..." The gator leaned back in his seat, with his flaccid cock flopping down over the bridge of Brady's snout. The giraffe could barely think to care about that massive cock on his face, as he continued to breathe heavily and bask in the afterglow. However, despite how euphoric he may have felt in that brief moment, he wasn't able to notice the devilish gleam in his Superiors' eyes while they smirked at one another. "I gotta say though," noted Lafayette, who softly petted the top of Brady's head like he had become their personal toy. "I have a feeling this won't be the only time we'll have fun like this..."

[hr]

-Thirty Minutes Later-

"Nnnnnghhhh..." Private Brady was blushing hard, and trying not to groan too badly while standing for attention. Despite his Superiors standing a couple feet lower than him, he felt more than a little inferior without his pants on. Between his shaky legs, the giraffe's cock was tightly encased in a tiny chrome chastity cage. There was also a small metal lock holding the cage in place, as the frame latched around his balls in an extremely uncomfortable fashion. Even though he wasn't erect yet, he could feel the immense pressure of that constricting metal around his sheath. Meanwhile, the tiny little key to his lock was attached to the chain around Lafayette's neck.

"Now remember, boy~" The Corporal and Lieutenant were reclothed, and standing before Brady with their arms crossed and their grins confidently wide. The gator admired the sight of that cage while speaking with authority. "As punishment for breaking into my office, I'll be holding onto this key AND your little mp3 player until further notice~"

The Private tried not to grimace when he saw his Zune being held tauntingly by Jacoby. The flamingo looked rather pleased as he added with a smug grin, "But don't worry, Private. As soon as you take twenty loads from each of us, both of those items will be returned safe and sound~"

The detail made the giraffe blush even deeper, and he gulped hard enough to make a bulge travel down his long neck. Both of the Officers chuckled when they saw that, with the the gator saying cheekily, "Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy seeing THAT more often~"

"Same here, Corporal..." Without breaking eye contact, Jacoby got right up against the giraffe's chest while grinning up at him. The Private trembled a little at his presence, despite it looking like he was being intimidated by a tacky lawn ornament. But with his Zune AND the key of his chastity cage being held hostage, there was nothing he could do but stand for attention. The Lieutenant grinned wider up at him, and asked in a cocky tone, "Do we make ourselves clear, Private Brady?~"

With the two Officers standing side-by-side, with Lafayette making sure to hold his Lieutenant close with a claw stuffed in his back pocket, it was clear that the "couple" were quite a double-team for poor Brady to handle. But despite how overwhelmed he may have felt, all that the Private could do was nod his head affirmatively, and say as confidently as possible, "S... S-Sir, yes Sir!"

The End