It was getting dark at the small outpost in the desert. The commander was getting ready to start a rescue mission. The newest soldier had gone off on his own to take out some snipers. Now he was captured and the commander was going to get him back. All the other members of the outpost had volunteered, but he told them that the Brass were sending a rescue squad. The commander told the lie to keep them calm so he could take care of it himself.
When he arrived, the commander was a typical blowhard. His thick muscles had an even thicker layer of fat. He could easily take any man in a fight. He once had two men up in the air at once. As the months passed, his fat disappeared, but his strength grew. He was now a 6'2" buzz cut, soldier with lean, cut, powerful muscles. He could lift the biggest soldier easily over his head. He usually had three guys on his shoulders as he did squats. He also had fucked every man on base. Most welcomed it and those that didn't, kept their mouths closed because the commander had saved their lives many times.
When he arrived, the commander was a typical blowhard. His thick muscles had an even thicker layer of fat. He could easily take any man in a fight. He once had two men up in the air at once. As the months passed, his fat disappeared, but his strength grew. He was now a 6'2" buzz cut, soldier with lean, cut, powerful muscles. He could lift the biggest soldier easily over his head. He usually had three guys on his shoulders as he did squats. He also had fucked every man on base. Most welcomed it and those that didn't, kept their mouths closed because the commander had saved their lives many times.