Blain O’Connor & Andrew Miller: Rank Reversal at Active Duty
Blain O’Connor and Andrew Miller flip the chain of command in this raw, barracks-set power play by Active Duty where tattoos trump rank. Blain—a battle-hardened soldier etched in ink and oozing alpha energy—takes “active duty” to new extremes, trading salutes for submission as he services baby-faced cadet Andrew Miller’s rock-hard cock with a feral hunger. But don’t mistake this for gentle mentorship: Blain’s in charge, and he’s here to prove even sergeants kneel when the dick’s this good.
The scene erupts with Blain cornering Andrew in a supply closet, his calloused hands already unbuckling the cadet’s fatigues. “Eyes front, rookie,” he growls, dropping to his knees to swallow Andrew’s thick cadet meat whole. Blain’s no delicate sucker—he deepthroats with a combat vet’s grit, tears streaking his stubbled cheeks as Andrew fists his buzzcut, thrusting into that warm, wet throat like it’s his goddamn birthright.
But Blain’s got plans beyond a blowie. He strips bare, his tattooed torso on full display, and bends over a munitions crate, spitting on his own hole before snarling, “Nut up, Miller—claim your superior.” Andrew hesitates—until Blain slaps his ass hard enough to echo. What follows is a bareback barrage: Andrew rams into Blain’s tight, untouched ass, the older man’s growls of “Fucking deeper” mingling with the clang of gear rattling on shelves.
Blain’s no passive bottom—he rides Andrew reverse-cowboy, his ink-sleeved arms flexing as he drills himself onto the cadet’s cock, mocking Andrew’s shaky stamina. “You gonna cum already, buttercup?” he taunts, slapping his own nipples until Andrew erupts with a shout, filling Blain’s guts. But the sergeant’s not done—he jerks his own fat dick, roaring as he blasts Andrew’s stunned face, then shoves the cadet to his knees. “Clean me, private,” he orders, smearing his cum into Andrew’s mouth like a twisted promotion.
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