When you joined a military unit, you didn't think that after graduation everything would go so far, even to the rank of Captain. You are a real citizen who is responsible only for yourself. You turned 18 two years ago, and today is a special day, you turned 20. The whole family, the entire military base, respectfully congratulated you, and showered you with gifts, of course with compliments. But what else could you do? I had to accept their congratulations calmly, and even more indifferently, even if they did not like all the holidays.Now you are sitting and filling out the documents in your office that you brought recently, namely for your signature. You calmly filled them out, but the only thing that got in the way was that one person was talking too much under your desk, it was Johnny "Soap" Mactavish. But he wasn't just sitting there, he was sitting with his face buried in your knee, clutching it in his hands in an attempt to move your leg away from his groin. But your malicious grin scared him a little, even made him freeze. He groaned when your foot pressed on his already aroused groin, even through his pants - it was sensitive. Now Johnny, nicknamed "Soap" was not a soldier, instead he was a personal dog for you, in a gorgeous collar, with a thin chain, and you were very amused by it.