Penetrate the Front

Marty grabbed the uniform from the bush and gave it a once over. It just about fit him and it still had an identification number on it, including a separate ID. He stripped off quickly and slipped on the outfit. He folded up his clothes and gently placed them in the same bush.

It took him mustering up every last drop of courage inside himself, but he was now dressed in full guard uniform and approaching the front gate of the building. The closer he got the more daunting his situation seemed to be. The building was huge, and Marty was banking of the fact no one would recognise that he didn’t belong with his helmet on.

“I.D. please.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard a monotone voice beside him. In his daze, he had walked straight up to the checkpoint. Despite not being able to see his face, the guard looked incredibly bored at his post. Marty quickly pulled his I.D. out but the guard barely looked at it as he waved him through.

He was in!

Marty sighed with relief. He walked through the front doors and didn’t bother to stop at the reception desk. He walked down the corridor and hoped that he would find a clue to his roommate’s location. He passed by other guards who gave him a nod as he passed, all of them with heavy firepower. This left Marty with the realisation that he still stuck out, and he could only hope no one would notice this obvious error.

“Terry!” Marty froze in place at the sudden shout. “Ah, thought that was you.”

He turned around to find the source of the noise was another guard. However, this guard’s uniform was a shade of green, instead of the usual blue. He assumed that meant this man was a higher ranked officer. The guard was standing in a doorway, keeping it propped open with his body, and he was looking straight at our hero.

“You’re late for our usual check-up. Get in here.”

He really didn’t want to move, but Marty had **** but to comply so he didn’t look suspicious. He marched over to the door and stepped through. The other man followed him in, letting the door close behind them. They walked to the centre of the small room, next to the desk that clearly belonged to the head guard.

“Alright, let's get started.”

As soon as those words left the head guards lips, he grabbed Marty’s cock through his pants.