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After becoming very intimately familiar with Ghost's cock piercings, Soap decides to get one of his own.
Needless to say, they both have a very good time with their shiny new toy.
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“Anyone catching your fancy?”
Simon let his eyes roam the pit again. On the far side, against the cold slab of concrete wall, two figures lingered in conversation. One scrolled his phone between glances, a cropped black tee hugging his frame, muscles shifting beneath warm brown skin each time he readjusted his stance. Attractive, sure - but it was the other one that made Simon’s pulse tick up.
He was tall, maybe six foot, six-one at most. Still shorter than Simon’s six-four, which only made it better. Pale skin flushed from heat, a shadow of stubble darkening his cheeks, and a mohawk that somehow suited him perfectly. In one hand he nursed a cup of something dark, wrist catching the strobe lights with the flash of a silver bracelet. His shirt clung indecently, fishnet panels giving teasing glimpses of his torso. Black jeans framed his legs - frustratingly opaque - until Simon caught the faint gleam of metal at his chest. Silver. Pierced nipples.
“Christ,” Simon muttered, pointing him out to Price. “Dunno how I didn’t notice him until now.”
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11 Jun 2026
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Soap knows he's hot; it's why he only gets off to himself. It was always him and his toys against the world, but after Ghost catches him in the act, he learns just how good he can look with a little help.
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11 Jun 2026
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Soap's unruly behavior would be punished with insults and fists, and in a day or two Soap would get the news that he was to be moved to another unit on a different base.
Because Soap was a bad dog. Always had been, always would be. It was the first thing mentioned whenever someone introduced him.
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10 Jun 2026
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Trees and the snow-covered countryside passed in a blur as Simon drove down the backroads, the windshield wipers moving at a quick pace to clear away the snow landing on the car windshield. Johnny was staring out the passenger window, watching the countryside pass them by, gently biting at his lip, "Are you sure they won't mind?" he asked, refusing to move his eyes from the thin streaks of water on the glass from the snow, "I don't want to be a burden on your mother."
Simon glanced over at Johnny and softly sighed as he reached over to put a gentle, reassuring hand on his thigh as he came to a stop at an intersection. Keeping his eyes on the light, he replied, "My mother is going to love having us."