Military Protocol: Chief's Gay Gang Bang

By Mallorie Griffin

Excerpt:
He passed by the ops deck without so much as looking inside, and made his way down the back hall. The chief’s mess was all the way to the rear of the facility. It was nice and private. Perfect for a gang bang, should they so choose. Melbourne had a funny feeling that they would choose.

He opened the door and peered in. As it was between breakfast and lunch, the mess was all but empty. Only a couple of chiefs lingered about, drinking hot coffee and sitting at a round wooden table.

“Look who’s here!” one of the men exclaimed, his eyes brightening in a feral fashion when he spied the young OS1. It was Ramirez, a thick set man of Hispanic descent. Melbourne wouldn’t have pegged him as gay or even bi, but apparently all of the chiefs in this station were hungry for a taste of his ass. Both of the chiefs were eyeing him, now.

“You the new chief’s mess bitch?” the other guy asked. Melbourne didn’t remember his name, but he was an imposingly tall man, with short cropped blonde hair. He looked a little like Duke Nukem, in fact, with his muscular build.

“Yes, s-chief.” Melbourne quickly corrected himself. He knew these guys wouldn’t take kindly to being called ‘sir’, either.

Ramirez caught on to Melbourne’s near mistake though, and he laughed. Loudly. “You hear that, Flint? He thinks you’re a ‘sir.’” The large blonde man growled and stood at the horrendous allegation, and immediately stood up. He towered over Melbourne’s admittedly slight frame, and grabbed the smaller man by the shoulders.

“We’ll see how much of a ‘sir’ I am, when I’m through with you,” he grated, pushing Melbourne down onto his knees. It was happening so quickly, and the OS1 couldn’t think of anything to do but obey. His knees harshly connected with the hard linoleum, causing pain to shoot up his legs, but that was the last thing on his mind. The first thing was Flint’s massive erection tenting his trousers.

“Go on, take me out and suck me off, I know you want to, bitch,” Flint growled and grabbed Melbourne’s head, pulling him close to his crotch. Melbourne was overwhelmed by the sweaty, musky odor of the bigger man. He must work out. A lot. The muscles in his arms flexed and bulged as he maneuvered Melbourne’s head, and the younger man obliged. He lifted his hands, and in a fumbling motion, unbuttoned and unzipped Flint’s pants.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He knew he was going to get it from Harding, but from every chief in the station? He wasn’t certain he could take that at all.

But he had to handle things one dick at a time, and Flint’s was first. Melbourne tugged at Flint’s pants, and they easily slid downwards, revealing a massive cock bulging against his tight underwear. Without delay, Melbourne pulled the underwear down as well, revealing Flint, pulsing veined member.

He was even bigger than Harding, and Melbourne’s eyes widened at the sight of that enormous rod in his face. Flint could be a porn star, with a dick like this.

He glanced up at the man, and Flint grinned in a sadistic way. “Open wide, sugar,” he said, and Melbourne obeyed. Flint immediately thrust his way inside Melbourne’s willing mouth, shoving his cock as far in as it would go.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mallorie Griffin
• Release date: Jun 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476431888

Mallorie Griffin

Mallorie Griffin is an up and coming romance and erotica writer, specializing in paranormal, werewolf, vampire, mythological and fantasy scenarios.

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Military Protocol: Chief's Gay Gang Bang

Mallorie Griffin

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Copyright 2012 Mallorie Griffin

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Note: This is the third in a series. Find the first two books here:

Military Protocol: Disciplined By His Chief

Military Protocol: First Time Fisting

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Two mistakes. That was how many Melbourne had made, in the span of so many months. And he’d paid dearly to have his Chief fix those mistakes, and keep them from going on his permanent record.

The first mistake, he’d loaded secure codes into a cryptographic machine, before it had booted up properly. That put him directly in line for a masting, but Chief Harding fixed the issue, in exchange for a thorough pounding of the younger man’s supple ass.

The second mistake, he’d somehow gotten a DUI on the way home from watch. Scratch that – he’d gotten a completely unjustified DUI from a pig of a cop. He was exonerated from the charges just last week, but Harding had still demanded payment for having to keep things quiet – a payment in the form of a fist up his ass. And he’d been punished as well, and punishment hard, with a wicked whip. Melbourne swore he could still feel the stinging on his ass from that little escapade.

And he loved every minute of both punishments. There was a part of him that craved a third, but he remembered what Harding had said, at the conclusion of his second thrashing. The third strike would entail the most severe punishment of all. Melbourne couldn’t even begin to imagine what that punishment would be.

But it looked like he would get it.

He’d missed one of his watch shifts. Not just been late, or left early, but he missed it entirely. With good reason, he thought, though he knew the Chief would never accept it. His cat Chester had taken seriously ill yesterday, and he rushed the beloved pet to the emergency vet. It was a scary and expensive episode, but it turned out Chester would be all right.

In the midst of his worries about his little orange moggie, he’d completely forgotten about his duty. It was his fault, totally and completely, and he would have to pay the consequences. He’d already called Harding, and the man sounded thoroughly disappointed. Melbourne couldn’t help but detect a touch of sadistic glee in his acerbic voice as he spoke, however.

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