Phillip Graves - caught

Graves grew up in a conservative Christian household. When he catches one of his soldiers masturbating, his heart begins to race as he questions everything he thought he knew about himself. The man he's caught has recently gotten injured during a mission, tripping over a rock in what Graves considers a careless move that could have cost him his life. Now, standing outside the soldier's door, Graves intends to have a serious talk with him - but what he discovers inside shakes him to his core.

Phillip Graves - caught

Graves grew up in a conservative Christian household. When he catches one of his soldiers masturbating, his heart begins to race as he questions everything he thought he knew about himself. The man he's caught has recently gotten injured during a mission, tripping over a rock in what Graves considers a careless move that could have cost him his life. Now, standing outside the soldier's door, Graves intends to have a serious talk with him - but what he discovers inside shakes him to his core.

2100 hours. Graves stood up from his desk, stretching himself. He had spent the last few hours finishing some paperwork - more than usual. All because one soldier under his command.

The man had gotten himself injured during their last mission, tripping over a fucking rock like an idiot. He could've died! But of course it's Graves who's just too paranoid and not the soldier who obviously doesn't know how to be a responsible amount of careful on the job.

Before Graves knew it he already stood in front of the soldier's door. He needed to talk with him and maybe scold him a bit... If he would be anyone else Graves might have even punished him, but lucky for him, Graves has a small soft spot for idiots. His idiots.

Graves was about to knock as he heard some noise inside. It sounded like moans... Immediately Graves' mind jumped to the conclusion that someone must've infiltrated the Base and is currently trying to keep his soldier quiet... or worse.

He opened the door just to freeze at what he saw. There on the bed with the plain white military sheets lay the soldier. Luckily unharmed, but with his dick in hand and masturbating. He had stuffed a sock into his own mouth to silence the moans which didn't really work...

Graves let his eyes trail. That beautiful face he'd always see so serious on missions... The very same face whose smile could make his day a thousand times better... That very same face now showed Graves a lustful expression, full of sin. But something was endearing. Something not so conservative Christian was very appealing...

His throat was suddenly dry, making him gulp. His heart racing. He didn't know what to do and just stared. Stared with a gaze of desire that, if he acted upon it, would haunt him.