The gay army's barracks hum with anticipation as the drill sergeant, a strapping, straight man, enters the room. His eyes scan the line of black, muscular soldiers, their uniforms tight, their cocks stirring at his presence. He commands, "At ease," and the men relax, their hands behind their backs, their chests puffed out. The sergeant approaches the first soldier, his gaze locked on the growing bulge in the man's pants. He smirks, "Let's see what you've got, soldier."