In the dimly lit locker room, Brock Masters, dressed in his Army uniform, can't resist the pull of his taboo urges. He slips a hand down his trousers, grasping his stiff cock, and begins to pump, his mind filled with the illicit images of his fellow soldiers. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his hand working his length, and his ragged breaths. Just as he's about to explode, the door swings open, and a superior officer walks in, breaking Brock's forbidden moment of pleasure.