I Picked Up a Military Dog in the Middle of Nowhere - C1.2

Chapter One: The Man in the Remote Wilderness (1.2)

“Fine, go tell the quartermaster,” he said without looking up, dismissing me.
Well, at least he agreed. I then dragged myself to find the quartermaster.
After a whole lot of running around, our quartermaster finally got to use a proper iron wok and showed off some Sichuan cooking skills. That night, everyone ate so well their faces were flushed, sweating buckets — probably a bunch would be running to the bathroom tomorrow.
I touched the Ma Yinglong ointment in my bag but just smiled silently.
At night, I tightened the mosquito net, sprayed a bottle of floral water, and laid down, happily opening my phone. Before I could even tap in, I saw three characters pop up.
“I am 0.”
I sat up again.
“I am 1.”
I sent the message again.
Now it showed the other party was online two minutes ago.
He quickly replied: “Oh.”
Hey, not bad, actually. You really are that.
I took the initiative: “Wanna meet?”
He: “No thanks.”
Me: “Come on, let’s meet, I’ll jerk you off.”
He: “No.”
Done. I felt I was too pushy, probably already made him think, “This guy is definitely some thirsty weirdo.”
Me: “How about a chat then?”
He: “Chat about what?”
Not bad, at least he didn’t refuse outright.
Me: “Is it hard to find anyone here?”
He: “Yeah.”
Me: “Don’t you want anyone?”
He: “No.”
I held the phone, scratching my head — how was I supposed to reply to that?
Me: “So your desire’s not strong?”
He: “Mm.”
So does he want to chat or not?
Me: “What do you like to do?”
He: “Do what?”
Me: “You never done it?”
He: “Done.”
Speechless. So he’s not a virgin but acts like he’s clueless?
Me: “What have you done?”
He: “0.”
Damn it, this guy barely types — so stingy with words.
Me: “Is being 0 fun?”
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much by now. I figured he probably didn’t like me, just chatting casually because it happened.
He: “Fun.”
? I was surprised — this time he was so honest?
I went for a risky question: “Have you ever been fucked and cum inside?”
He: “Yes.”
I was confused — this guy seemed pretty straightforward, answering everything honestly.
Me: “You’re pretty hardcore, lots of 0s haven’t experienced that.”
He: “Mm.”
Again with the “Mm,” but this one made me imagine things.
Me: “Don’t you want to be fucked?”
Me: sent a flash photo
To be honest, I was a bit nervous sending it — my equipment isn’t very long, only a little thicker, not super enticing.
He: “Mm.”
Damn you! “Mm” again!
Me: “Can I see yours?”
No reply.
Dead chat, he disappeared.
I wasn’t ready to give up, so I exchanged photos with a 49-year-old rural guy 200 kilometers away.
My eyes almost went blind.
Then he sent a picture.
Not even a flash photo.
It was clearly a toilet — white tiles, not very bright incandescent light, a white urinal, and from the deep blue physical training pants, a long, thick, dark cock was jutting out.
Honestly, at first glance, I felt a little inferior — he should be the real 1. Not being 1 would be a waste.
I hurriedly saved it and almost dropped my phone.
I replied: “Pretty big.”
Look at my wording — “pretty” so he wouldn’t get cocky.
No need to guess…
He: “Mm.”
Sure enough, “Mm” again — a catchphrase, or just a taciturn, uncommunicative type?
Me: “Looks good to the touch, must be fun to play with.”
He: “Mm.”
“Mm?” Again? Is that reflex or has he really been played with?
Me: “I like S&M, what about you?”
He: “Mm.”
…When did the Blue app get auto-reply? Hello? Are you still there?
He: “I’m m.”
This was his first message of his own.
My heart raced — m? This guy’s an m?
In this courtyard, among this pack of wild soldier beasts, there was one who was actually an m?
An m with at least a seventeen-centimeter cock, covered in muscle?
Am I dreaming?
Me: “Are you a military dog?”
He: “Yes.”
Not “Mm,” but “Yes” this time.
This change made me sense his mindset might be shifting.
Me: “Bark twice, let me see if you’re a good dog.”
This is my surefire trick for dealing with ms — ask if they’re a dog and have them bark. Once they admit they’re a dog, it quickly awakens their submissive side, the excitement of being humiliated.
Result — silence.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes.
Forget it, tonight’s gonna be sleepless.
I glanced at the three-story building — pitch black, no lights. Which room was the guy I chatted with in? Why the silence?
Damn!