Tank command center cajuncock
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Yuri sat at his command desk monitoring the minute by minute intell coming in. His troops had planted special cell phones in the prime locations of the city that was soon to be overrun by enemy troops. Each phone had been designed to look like a high end new edition. The looting soldiers were sure to see them in the offices of various officials and grab them as prizes of war. Each phone had one additional feature, a locator-transmitter which allowed them to trace its calls and also to listen in. His own commander was sure that the local officers of the invading force would get them and pass them on to the generals as gifts.
As he sat he could hear the personal calls made by the enemy's headquarters. Even the mobile command centers could be tracked as they moved about under the cover of night. Yuri reached under the desk to pat the head of the young soldier who eagerly did his patriotic duty relieving the tension of Yuri's filled balls. After all, Yuri was on duty for 9 hours at a time and needed relief. His constant intake of coffee meant that his bladder was full beyond normal. The two young soldiers, volunteers for duty, were loyal to the nation willing to do anything to help the motherland's war effort. They had been given special training for this duty.
Yuri's earphones were attached to a sound track of sensual music to heighten his emotions. All the men in his unit were trained to take the juices from each other's cocks as part of their patriotic duty. It was not by chance though. The G unit was made up entirely of young gay men in their prime. Officers inspected them on a regular basis. Often he could hear the officers visiting the barracks at night. The volunteer force was a much sought after position. To add to their need they were regularly fed stimulants to increase their sexual needs.
This evening the duty post was focused in on one particular general. He was nicklnamed "the stallion" for his sexual needs. Satellites monitored his whereabouts so that the special G unit could find him wherever he indulged in his play. Sometimes he might take one of the young cadets to his bed. Other times he visits the notorious male brothels. Tonite he was at his quarters entertaining his fellow officers with a show of his sexual energy for some of the other deviants. It was the perfect time for a strike to wipe out a central core of the enemy's command structure. Yuri called his own commander for permission to call in a drone strike. Given permission, he focused on the target. His enlisted aide was busy under the desk. He knew that when the drone struck Yuri would be so excited that his load of man milk would rocket out of his hard cock into his own young belly.
Yuri spent some time listening to the goings on at the party. He knew the precise moment to unleash the firepower of the drone. He also knew that the sound of the explosion would unleash his own juices. He looked forward to these occasions. They brought him a supreme feeling of physical satisfaction. As the moment approached his balls tightened and his cock hardened. His enlisted man held the weapon in his mouth ready to receive his reward. In his mind he began the countdown to the explosion. Yuri grunted as the drone released the missile and another enemy commander screamed his pleasure just as his headquarters was reduced to ashes. Yuri's hand grabbed the young soldier's head holding him to his own crotch. His stored cum rocketed into the man's mouth filling his gullet and then his stomach with the patriotic seed.
Around the room other men could be heard moaning as they too hit their targets on land and sea. The large overhead screen lit up with exploding images as one by one the drones struck and the men released their stored juices into the bodies of the young patriots beneath them. The smells of sex filled the crowded room. Cheers could be heard by other men in nearby rooms. War is hell! But the G unit again proved its worth to the war effort.