The writhing mass rose above the walls, towering over the men on the rooftop.The four UAV’s over the platoon, each fired their last two missiles int...o preselected secondary targets.The wave crested, and began falling towards the platoon.“NO WAY!!” Sal Marconi screamed in denial at the black mist from hell. Master Chief Marconi, formally a member of Seal Team Six, mentally grabbed the Adrenalin driven anger of the melded platoon. He faced that wall of falling death, coming at HIS platoon from all. And I want to come so badly.Instead, I feel you gently draw back the restraining fabric of the boxers, the cooler air of the room feels delicious against my hot, hard cock. You continue your work, tracing your fingers up and down, outlining the contours of my hard, full testicles. You gently tease and examine, luxuriating in the soft flesh of my shaft and foreskin, bending down close to breath in the heavy, sweaty musk of my testicles. You take my shaft between thumb and forefinger and begin to. You can sleep on the floor’ my master said as they walked out the room. So it was I curled up in the foetal position on the floor, still covered in piss, spunk and phlegm. Nothing but a worthless fuck mess.5 hours later I was woken when my master threw my jeans at me. ‘Get up bitch you have work to do’ I dragged myself up feeling woozy and tired. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been worked over such was my exhaustion. I could still feel the trails of cum and dried phlegm that covered. In all honesty, she had to admit that she was not all that interested in the outcome of the game being played on the field below. Her primary concern was that she had at least one interested boy watching her play her own little game of allowing peeks at her partially exposed but somewhat inexperienced snatch. She was wearing her thong style bikini bottom with the delicate lace on the edges to make her pussy look all soft and inviting to perverted male eyes.As she slyly scanned the rows below.