So there I was, entering the locker room when I heard it. The guys were torturing yet another girl. They had forced her into the locker room showers ..... well this was sort of a daily thing. A girl would flirt with a group of guys. Usually the same five guys. The guys would try and pull her into the locker room, and if they managed to pull it off, she was fair game.The girl never tried to stop them, and the guys would usually just get a little show of nudity, or some head if the girl was slutty. The the guy started to leave but stopped infront of my booth. My heart started to race I thought he was going to do something to me. He came in and with a low tone voice said "did you enjoy the show"I nodded, he then said "do you want to see a butter show" I looked up to him and he unzipped his pants and they fell I could see the outline of his cock under his underwear. He looked at me and said "pull out my cock and clean off that bitches pussy juice"I wanted to know what she tasted like so I. Just one of those things..." replies his Corporal."Still, we march straight into the place, bold as you like. Knock on the door - there's Spangy all bundled up with the missus, and what happens? I bloody miss. We go there to get a General and we kill the cook, a right fine business." He weren't no cook, Sarge." Or at least I think I missed him." The Sergeant looks back, thinking."What do you mean? I thought you said..." Well thinkin' about it, maybe I ain't so sure," he says. "I mean, that. I own this building. I own your apartment. I own you. If you don’t like that you can pack up your shit and get the fuck out.’ Tommy breathed heavily as he stroked the rest of his ejaculation from his stiff cock, much of his gargantuan nut still stuck inside. ‘Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.’ ‘Good. Are you ready for your fist matches.’ Tommy’s handsome face erupted into a sexy smile. ‘Of course! So soon! I thought you were going to make me train for a month or something.’ ‘Baptism by fire..