Once again, the 2 bombers shared a confident look before approaching us. Wallbuster stepped closer to Gamma. Siegebreaker approached me. "No, you haven't done anything. That's not important, because it's how you look to me that decides my next course of action." was the reply. Look? I knew what he talking about. I fucking hated it. Siegebreaker squeezed his hardening length. "Funny thing about stealth tech. You can darken your fuselage and paint yourself with radar-scattering compounds like a schoolgirl playing with make-up, but you can't hide one thing..." he trailed off. Gamma paused. Silence encompassed us in the cramped bay. His next words came out significantly less defiant: "what's t-that?" Grumbling, Wallbuster rolled his shoulders, letting his cock hang mid-air. Fully aloft thanks to his raging erection, it pointed menacingly towards Gamma. The giant aeromorph chuckled, and answered his compatriot's question in a low growl: "how fuckable you 2 are." If planes could actually shiver, Gamma would be a vibrating wreck. Alas, all his body afforded him were sensations.
Empty, hollow, simulated, non-physical phenomena that he had no way of communicating beyond his inner self. I could only tell because I was getting intimidated too. It was one thing when an angry twink like P02-Epsilon did it. These 2 were rough customers. As Wallbuster advanced, glowering as he moved, Gamma found himself retreating -- creeping backwards, foot by foot. His intruder enjoyed the slow chase. Evidenced by the twitch of his primed shaft. "Mmmm...guys like me see the new cohort as a buncha sissies -- too eager to please the brass. Too ready to bend over come inspection time. Me an' mine? We're real men. Real fighters. Peace has made you soft, but I carry scars from my time in the air." To emphasize his point, strong hands graced unseemly scrapes across his fuselage. Patches where wounds were once inflicted. Every mark a notch above Gamma's experience. I heard Seigebreaker whistle as he saw the medals on my jockstrap. "Now where did you get these? The standards can't be that lax." he said. "Terrorists on base. Me and my siblings killed them."
Combat experience made the both of them back off. I guess I got a tiny bit of respect. Siegebreaker turned his back to me. He made to step towards Gamma. Picking on the weak. Classic tactic. And sadly, it looked like he was going succeed. "Make no mistake, I ain't ready to hand the reins to a generation of pansies if you don't show me what you're good for!" Wallbuster growled. "We're supposed to be comrades. You'll see soon enough." Gamma tried to reason with them. Both of them closed in. "We want to see now." Siegebreaker said. Gamma's hip was first to feel his firm hand. He shut his eyes. Wallbuster's voice was simply impossible to for him to resist. "Turn around." the very dominant bomber commanded. Gamma obeyed. He could feel the other aero staring. His gaze intensifying. Boring into the back of his head. Capturing his form. Feeding his lust. "Bend over." was the next order. The next command was followed without complaint. Gamma's frame titled forward, lowering his wing-pack and giving us a view of his rear. "You've had your fun. I'll call for help if you don't leave." I said.
My threat was met with laughter. Neither of them took it seriously. "What?" Wallbuster snorted, "you don't think the military turns a blind eye to stuff like this? Son...you're naive as all hell. My generation has real combat experience; that doesn't just grow on trees, y'know?" Siegebreaker stood straight and tall. He did not even look at me. "If the top brass wants to keep us sweet and share our lessons with up-and-coming flyers, they know right well to look the other way when we want to have some fun." he chimed in. "Then I'll scream!" Gamma said, still bent over. "Hah! Don't make me piss myself laughing! Who's gonna come to your aid? Blue Rocket? Ace? Some of the puny humans on base!?" Siegebreaker said. "They're the same as us, unhappy with the latest batch to shoulder the nation's defense." Wallbuster mocked. Gamma knew he was telling the truth. I did too. Who did we know on-base? Nobody. Fuck the base, fuck that prick Wallbuster, fuck that asshole ...and fuck the stupid-ass assignment we were on! They could rot for all he cared. There is here nothing worth getting abused for.
