At Fort Troff, the air is thick with anticipation and the scent of sweat. Muscled GIs, their bodies honed by discipline and desire, gather around a gloryhole, throbbing cocks in hand. They've been issued cockrings, and the challenge is on. One by one, they push their engorged members through the hole, feeling the tight, unforgiving ring around their sensitive flesh. They groan, their bodies tensing as they fuck the air, pistoning their hips, desperate for release.