rhys w e l c o m e s thee

cw freeuse

it’s a ritual everyone must go through. hell, it’s the military, place where egotistical men get off on the power of being older- it would be weird if there wasn’t any type of hazing.

so when the new recruits come, the team finds the perfect opportunity where you’re home on leave to have some fun since youve up and left them dry without a nice cute body to dump their loads on or in.

they have the group of young men line up, each one standing with both resolve and tension. they await their fates as ghost walks up and down the line. tension hangs in the air…would they be cleaning the bathrooms? punched in the gut? who knew?

ghost approaches the man at one end, muscular, probably of latin descent with jet black hair. and that’s when ghost extends his hand with your pussy in it. the recruit doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t even let his eyes drop down to the toy.

“know what this is, recruit?”

the recruit swallows. “yes, sir.” there’s a pause. “a pocket pussy, sir.” yes, a portal pocket pussy.

“good.” he takes the recruits hand, shoving the toy onto his grasps. “show me what you can do.”

and thats when the recruit finally shows some type of reaction, glancing back up and down from the pussy in hand to the ice cold stare of his Lieutenant. “you mean….use it? sir?”

soap interrupts, “lick it, finger it, fuck it, prove yourself kid.”

theres a moment of hesitation but with three of his superiors there, nothing could be done, so the recruit slowly brings his fingers up and down the silicon slit that feels just a little too real to be considered silicon. technology must have advanced quickly!

price looms over the shoulder of the recruit, eyes narrowing on his careful choices. “c’mon son, you a virgin? that how you fuck a lady?”

so the recruit swallows his inhibitions and sinks two fingers into the warm cunt. hes immediately met with a lewd squelch and his fingers burn with a heat that he assumes is his own embarrassment. and hes so enamored with the way the toy seems to squeeze around him that he doesn’t even notice three particular stares watching the way the toy magically gets wetter and wetter.

and then he passes it down the line as instructed to do per captain’s orders. the next recruit is much more eager, his dick already out as he slaps his hardened length against the plush cunt of the toy. he’s nudging the clit with his tip before sinking his average dick into the cute little hole thats just made with so much detail for a toy!

then theres a man whos pushing in the base of his knife into the hole, collecting the drippings and shoving it back in with the tenderness of a brick. then a boy who can only swipe frantically across its clit. then some brute who’s humping his dick lamely into the soft opening. one by one, they pass down the toy- some determined to show “skill,” and others just wanting an excuse to get off.

and then theyre nearing the end of the line. soap takes the toy and puts it in the recruits hand. the recruit doesnt hesitate, but calmly brings the toy to his lips. he experimentally blows against the clit and miraculously, it twitches. theres a soft kitten lick at the bundle of nerves before he engulfs it all into his warm mouth, sucking tenderly on the throbbing bud.

he pants softly against the sopping cunt, slipping in two fingers subtly and curling them up in an excruciatingly slow pace. “horny fuck,” says soap, but the recruit ignores him, spitting down the slit before feverishly taking whatever can fit into his mouth.

“at least the boy is committed,” remarks ghost, crossing his arms as he observes the way the recruit is practically grinding his own face into the toy, nose tapping on the underside of the clit with every press of his tongue.

if someone needed to know the meaning of addiction, this was the epitome of it- the way he was sucking on you deliriously, with no intent of stopping, licking and swallowing every bit of arousal that was produced. and it probably would have kept going, if not for the sudden squirt of the toy that sends the recruit pulling back from shock.

everyone stares in awe, and even more so from three particular men. its quiet and the only sounds that can be heard is the filthy drips of squirt falling onto the ground. “didnt know she could do that…” soap mumbles softly. “you ever…?”

and before he can even finish asking the question, ghost answers in one of the most unpleasant tones ever heard, “no. never.”

the recruit wipes his chin with the back of his hand, lowering the pocket pussy. “some toy youve got. didnt know they made those features.”

price stands curiously, approaching the recruit with an unreadable expression. “whats your name, son?”

and the recruit doesnt back down but rather, he stands tall. “kyle garrick, sir.”

~bonus~

*reader sending a picture of soaked through jeans to the tf141 group chat with the caption “you fuckers.”*

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These are more from my old style lol