I liked the uniforms. They were army green with old fashion design, jackets with Sam Brown belt, knitted green ties, and light brown shirts. On the head we carried ugly grey berets - I hated them. We looked smart, we polished our shoes and checked our self thoroughly in mirrors. It was as if I had never left the army.

During my introduction, I was following this strange fellow in his footsteps. He was maybe ten years older than me, short and not very good looking - I actually find most men unattractive. The strange thing about him was that he was wearing his shirt unbuttoned under the jacket, only held together with the tie around the neck (soon I would realize that he wore no underpants either). When seeing this I gave him a strange look and first he blushed, but something happened there and then.

Let's call him Bob. We were alone in the guard facility and from the look in his eyes, I realized that he shared my passion, only in a more advanced way. Soon we were making out in the small bathroom, our hands inside our uniforms, jerking each other off until strong orgasms spurted with loud gasps, acting very "conduct unbecoming". We stumbled out, quickly button up and checking our self in the mirror as nothing had happened.

We had a second go after duty at my place - he was married - both in uniform, of course. However, we realized the fact that both of us was preferable submissive, so it didn't function that well. He suggested that he talked with this guy he knew, an occasional sex partner who used to bang him in uniform. Well, that was a treat, I said, I really wanted to meet a dominant man with a liking for men in uniform.

Actually, me and Bob did not have sex just between us after that, but after a week or so he contacted me and said that a meeting was arranged if I still was interested. I was, but Bob also revealed that his friend would have some more interested men with him. They would be four of them all together. Groupsex in other words. Well, I was still game, very nervous, but absolutely ready for cock - in uniform.

The whole thing took place in the garage at Bob's friend's house in the suburbs. I and Bob changed to our uniforms in the house. We checked each other before we did our entrance so that we would be perfectly in order. We had our nightsticks in the belts and the berets straight on our heads. Into the garage, we went.

The men were standing around the empty space in the middle. In one corner there was an old sofa. The whole room had a taste of anticipation and testosterone. The men were in the same age as Bob, different sizes and only one of them stood out, a tall, broad kind of guy with a truly demanding outlook. Bob may have done something like this before because he started by saying - "What are you doing here? You have no right to be here". The game was on.

The big fellow went over to us at the same time as he wiped out his cock. He grabbed Bob's Sam Brown belt - "Yeah, and what are you going to do about it, pig?" They were all over us. I heard the big guy say - "Suck my cock, pig". I was struggling with two others. They were very excited and they pulled and push me around. They took our nightsticks and throw them in a corner. I was pinned down to a workbench while they were pulling down my uniform pants. "Yeah, fuck him", one of them screamed when I was penetrated from behind.

He hold on by my Sam Brown belt from behind. I was fucked first over the bench, then they dragged me down on the floor so that the other one could fuck me in my mouth. I could hear my colleague Bob panting and moaning somewhere, being fucked like a pig even him. They pulled me away again and I was thrown on the sofa. My jacket was now unbuttoned, so was my shirt. I have lost my beret. It was now worn by the guy fucking me in the ass, as a trophy. I believed they all did, the ones who at the moment were screwing the guards in the ass wore the berets.

They took turn banging us in different positions. They were playing with us. Once they dragged me up from facing the sofa and I saw Bob hanging from a hook on the wall by the belt, like some kind of ornament. He was shouting something about being a security guard and that they must show him respect. It created much amusement. I was now in the centre of four attackers. They took turns fucking me, someone came in my mouth. I pulled away my head and a thick string of cum ended up over my face.

There was a lull in the action and I was pathetically jacking off myself on the sofa when Bob stood up, putting his beret on the head and walked to the middle of the floor. His trousers were hanging around one foot and he had cum on his face. He said - "You are all under arrest for assaulting officers of the law".

"You mean, to rape officers of the law", said the big guy and the fucking started again. We were mounted side by side on the sofa. When the session was over I was staggering up from the floor, trying to collect my attire spread all around. Our attackers were moving around, proud and strong, giving each other high fives. It made me tremendous horny and before I left, I had to jerk off to my own orgasm over the cold floor in front of them.

They were pleased with us and two completely humiliated and defeated security guards crawled away after a totally fucked up mission. I loved it, it was the most intense action in my preferable role ever.

I never again had sex with Bob again. We met at the job sporadically and we used to discuss our very secret sexual adventures. I never met all the guys together again. Only the big one contacted me and I was like his bitch for a short while, always in uniform. Once he invited three women and another guy to watch since he knew I liked an audience for my humiliation. It was a big success.