This story is about "the tribal Amulet"
And it goes about a year before that of "the Tribal Amulet"
You are Sergeant Tyler Jackson of U.S Army
(Character appearing in the original story and that wanted to develop)
Four months have elapsed since your assignment to Fort Harric, an old fort of the colonial era, stone bastioned in star according to a plan of Vauban, and lost in the caribbean.
You were assigned here on your father's intervention; A great friend of a high-ranking general of the marines, who by affecting you at Fort Harric, renowned for his harshness and discipline under the hell of the tropics.
Could count you to subdue and bring back into the ranks.
In effect from the top of your 18 years, 1m80, brown hair square military cut, green eyes and your swimmer muscle well drawn, (like your 12cm cock)
You have been particularly reluctant to discipline yourself, and cumulating complaints against you, so that your father had no choice but to send you to the army in hope Let it put you in your shoes.
It did not matter, far from checking you the armed only reinforced your determination, and your starved homosexual predator.
And if before the leaders and their orders you show yourself obedient, and docile it is to better satisfy your predatory instincts, and strong head whenever you can.
For you only count a few things at the bottom, kiss, mark your lovers your brand "JACKSON T" like most of your other goods, and gain strength and muscles.
And after hearing many of your brothers in arms, you talk about the neighboring island and the crowded beaches of young people, as well as the "Hulk-Muscle" gym where the muscles develop faster than they do, Elsewhere, and reputed to be gay as well as to grow the intimate parts.
Here is the date of your first 15-day leave, from your arrival at Fort Harric,
Disembarking the ship with your military backpack on the trellis shoulder, black tank top, and rangers, you are on the landing stage of the famous island.