The 'Sarge' looked down at his shirt, his name tag sewn into it, the chevrons and stripes on the sleeves. The guys in the bar were totally gettin' into this hot, stud Marine show !!! Their yellin' and clapping, and hootin' and hollerin', just made the Sarge get crazier !!! He loved the attention he was getting !!! He forgot why he was here in the first place..... 'Wasn't it to show off his hot, stud, body !?!?!?'. The 'magic-potion' had really 'kicked-in'.......

He had always known that he had had, 'gay' feelings', but he had 'suppressed 'em', hoping that they would go away...

His military family back-ground, the way he was brought-up, he was a 'Marine' !!!, but 'Marines' weren't 'gay' !!!
But the 'potion' he had drank earlier had opened him up. He was a hot 'stud', and he knew it !!! He was in a 'gay' bar, and up on stage !!! All of this secret 'gay' stuff, that he'd been hidin' for all of these years, just wanted to come out, like a dam bursting open !!!

Unfortunately for the 3 Privates, who were under his strict control and orders, they knew nothin' about what was happening in their 'Sarge's' mind. They were just following his commands, his orders, whatever their 'Sarge' did, they were supposed to do too !

The 'Sarge' looked down at his shirt again, which had two big front pockets on it. He found himself grabbing one of the pockets, and then ripping it off. Not only did the pocket come off, but some of his shirt too. He looked at the other pocket, thought, 'What the hell', and tore that one off. The guys in the bar were lovin' this !!!

'Sarge', with all of the encouragement from the bar, thought, 'Why stop now', and proceeded to totally rip his shirt to shreds, ripping off the sleeves, ripping out the front, tearing the back, till his shirt was just a pile of rags, which he then tossed over to the pile of helmets and belts. He found himself slowly, suggestively, rubbing his hands on the front of his crotch again, feeling his hard-on, and gettin' off by how hard it was...

The 'Privates' were pretty much in a state of shock at what had just happened, 'What were they supposed to do ?!?'. They looked at each other with a somewhat panicky look. 'Try and talk to the 'Sarge' ?!?!? 'Just follow orders ?!?!?'

After a bit of perplexed confusion between them, each one lookin' at each other, hopin' for some kind of 'guidance', but sorta', kinda', gettin' 'turned-on' by this....., one of the Privates looked down at his shirt. It wasn't as decorated as the Sarge's, but oh well, 'orders are orders', and he found himself ripping off one of the front pockets of his shirt. The other 2 Privates saw what he had just done, and just decided to go along with it, and they tore one of their pockets off too. The first Private then tore the other pocket off, and the other 2 Privates did the same thing. Soon, they were ripping their good military shirts to pieces, and somehow, getting 'aroused' by doing it !!! They tossed the remnants of their shirts over to the pile of gear that they had already discarded. They saw that the Sarge was running his hands, rubbing himself, all over the crotch front of his 'Camos' pants...

'Should they have to do this too ?!?!?'.... The Private who was the one who had first ripped his shirt, found himself startin' to rub his crotch, 'Geez, it felt good', he thought.... The other 2 Privates saw what he was doing, looked at each other totally confused, but then started to 'massage' their cocks through their pants, knowing that their cocks were gettin' 'boned-up'..... They hadn't been 'off-base' in over a month, and they were totally horny !!! Following the lead of their 'Sarge', (Do what the 'Sarge' does...), the three young Privates were really getting into this, it was kinda' like that "Magic Mike" movie.... !!!!

Things got even hotter when the 'Sarge', lookin' down at the white 'tank-top' he was wearin', grabbed the top front of it, and ripped it open, revealing his toned-up chest, body, six-pac abs'....., and tossed it over to the pile of gear. The guys in the bar went ballistic !!! And they went even more crazy, when the 3 Privates, lookin' at each other with a little bit of anxiety, but then just shruggin' their shoulders, (Orders are orders....), got into it, and with smiles and grins on their faces, excitedly tore and ripped their 'tank-tops' off too, their bodies just as hot and ripped as their Sarge's.......