CO

Just as you make your rounds toward the man, the door to the outside swings open; it's your commanding officer!

"TEN-HUT!" The Sargeant imitates your previous interaction. Every soldier who once had relaxed postures now lined up along the center of the room, providing an aisle for the CO to walk down.

***

As he passes you, all you can say is succumb to your better urges.

"Suck my cock!" you blurt with a coquettish grin.

The sarge cackles at what he hears, fiercely turning to see who make such a remark. All the eyes on you from your fellow soldiers make the culprit easily spotted, and within seconds you're standing face-to-face with the man which under amicable circumstances would be intimidating. All you can do is smile at the veins popping out of his forehead.

"Excuse me, son?"

Your command is already having an effect on his distracted demeanor with your tenting clothes, but you figure you can stretch this out to relish the schadenfreude.

"Suck my cock - sir..."

The sarge smugly grins, as if he just caught you in the act of disrespecting a commanding officer, which... he did. Almost as if it's his intention to belittle your manhood for the disrespect, he reaches into your pants maintaining his full eye-contact, and pulls out your member. It's only half way down to the floor he realizes this is not the all-round justified beating he'd give under those 'amicable circumstances', but in fact, a taste of his own medicine, in the course of obedience he so often chocks disciplines.