Doggy in: The Barracks I

You've been lurking around the barracks for days, puppy. It excites you to see those uniformed men entering and leaving, with their shiny boots and the authority that turns you on so much. Today your luck changes when one of them, a dark-haired, muscular man with a thick mustache, catches you snooping around the fence.

"What the hell are you doing here, kid?" he growls with a hoarse voice, approaching you. His badge says 'Martínez'. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You're left speechless, noticing how you get hard just from hearing him talk. He notices it and smirks to the side.

"I see what kind of puppy you are..." He grabs your arm. "Come with me."

He drags you to a secluded shed outside the barracks. Once inside, he removes his cap and looks you up and down.

"So, you like uniforms, huh, bitch? Well, you're going to get what you're looking for." He slowly unbuttons his belt. "On your knees, dog."

You obey instantly. His thick cock is already half-erect as it comes out of his green pants.

"Suck it well, because my colleagues from the shift are coming soon. Today is special training for puppies like you."

You swallow his cock down to your throat as he grabs your head firmly.

"That's how I like it, knowing your place, bastard. Tonight you're going to learn what real discipline is."

Martínez comes in your throat without warning, forcing you to swallow every last drop.

"Good puppy," he grunts as he recomposes his uniform. "Now comes the good part."

You hear the sound of boots approaching. Three more guards enter: a tall, blond, and slender one, a dark-haired one with a beer belly, and a young one with a foolish face.

"Is this the puppy you were talking about?" the blond asks, looking at you with disdain.

"Yes, Rodríguez. He's been lurking around like a bitch in heat. I gave him an appetizer, but he needs real discipline."

The fat one laughs. "Well, I have something special for these cases." He pulls out a small bag with white powder. "To make him more receptive."

They force you to snort several lines. Your head starts spinning, everything becomes more intense.

"Now you look like what you are: a puppy addict looking for cock," the young one mocks.

Rodríguez pulls down his pants. "I want to try that ass. Martínez says you have a good hole."

The four of them put you on all fours. The blond positions himself behind you while the others masturbate, waiting for their turn.

"No condom, just like bitches like it," he says, thrusting into you abruptly.

The blond pounds you mercilessly as you whimper like the puppy you are. The effects of the powder make each thrust feel multiplied.

"Look at him enjoying it, the bastard," the fat one laughs, recording you with his phone. "This is going straight to the barracks' WhatsApp group."

"My turn," Martínez grow...